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[chimaeracrew]

he's a MODEL

[artificialqueens]

War! (Bianca x Alyssa) - Jinkx-Monswoon

SUMMARY: In which Alyssa and Bianca read each other to filth—but in the heat of the moment, one does something that leaves them both speechless.

A/N: fun fact! about an hour after I finished writing this fic, Alyssa was announced as the next Pit Stop guest! did I accidentally predict that? you decide… >:]

“Alyssa,” says Bianca from across the dressing room, “how much longer is your damn makeup gonna take?”

“Hey, a bitch needs time to paint,” Alyssa retorts, leaning toward the mirror and brushing at her lips with gloss.

“Puh-lease,” Bianca rolls her eyes, “since when do you paint?”

“Speak for yourself!” Alyssa squints at Bianca’s reflection in the mirror. “Sure, you may paint now, but don’t act like we haven’t all seen your humble beginnings on Drag Race…” She turns from the reflection to the real Bianca behind her, her brow furrowed.

“Emphasis on humble.”

Bianca shoots up from her chair. “Oh, you wanna go there? Fine by me, Katy.”

“Oh, hardy-har. At least I wasn’t kissing RuPaul’s ass as Judge Judy.”

“Hey, I did NOT do that on purpose, okay? If I could do it again right now, I’d do Santino Rice just to piss him off.”

“Sure,” Alyssa laughs.

“But I’m not gonna!” Bianca declares as she saunters toward Alyssa. “And you wanna know why?”

“Oh, yes.” Alyssa stands as well, leveraging herself against the taller queen. “Enlighten me.”

Bianca lightly jabs her acrylic nail into Alyssa’s chest. “Because I don't need to go on All Stars to get a do-over in the first place!”

Alyssa’s eyes widen as she backs away, breaking out in a fit of incredulous laughter.

“Oh! Ohhh-ho-ho-ho!” She throws her arms out and sneers. “Del Rio wants a fight!”

“And I’ll win, too. You know, like I usually do when I’m in a competition. I even still have the title to prove it!”

Alyssa tilts her head, flashing a faux-sweet smile. “Aww, and you even still use the same tired-ass reads!”

“I thought we already established which one of us is actually funny.” Bianca puts a hand on her hip. “Didn’t we?”

“You make a good point! In fact, let’s establish a few more facts. For example…” Alyssa starts counting on her fingers.

“You have two shitty movies…”

“That you agreed to be in.”

“Just to beef out my IMDB page—which also includes a Netflix original docu-series and a Drag Race web series that, unlike yours, is being brought back by popular demand.”

“Oh, yeah? Go on, ya big fancy sellout.”

Alyssa proudly gestures to herself. “I was also a semifinalist on America’s Got Talent!”

“Hah, as a fucking wildcard!” Bianca smirks. “Getting eliminated five times between two shows is nothing to brag about.” Her volume rises—she may be getting a little carried away.

“It’s called good networking, miss Vimeo original comedy special. Like, come on, who the fuck uses Vimeo—”

“Okay, okay, Q&A’s over. Let me ask YOU a question, Edwards.“ 

A shit-eating grin emerges from her black-colored lips.

"Do you like Dancing with the Stars?”

Alyssa’s face twists. As proud as she may be of her drag daughter, she certainly does not appreciate Bianca having the gall to compare her success to Alyssa’s. “Don’t you dare,” she seethes.

“What about The Masked Singer?” Bianca continues, drunk on the power of her words.

“I will make you shut up, and you’re gonna regret it when I do,” Alyssa—a woman of her word—threatens.

“Oh, and don’t even get me started on—”

Suddenly, Alyssa grabs Bianca with both hands by the collar of her dress, pulling herself up to look her dead in the eye.

“Finish that sentence,” she whispers in a dry, cutting rasp. “I dare you.”

Already, Bianca is preparing to open her mouth again—and so, too, does Alyssa prepare to strike back.

“…the Emmy-winning HBO Max original…”

Oh, she’s serious. So be it—this is the perfect opportunity for Alyssa to enact her revenge.

“We’re Here—”

“Shut up.”

“—mmph!”

Bianca stumbles, nearly knocked over by the intense, electrifying kiss discharged onto her lips.

Alyssa doesn’t hold back. She’s been waiting to do this for years. Her pride had long kept her from doing it sooner—but again, this was the perfect opportunity for it. To show Bianca what she was capable of; to weaken her; to bring her down to her level, in order for her to understand that Alyssa is so stupidly in love with her that it makes her angry.

She’s absolutely relishing in having caught Bianca off guard, and finally being able to unleash on her all of the feelings she’s repressed for far too long.

Then, not even a second after she pulls away, Bianca retaliates.

She pins Alyssa against the wall, pushing back into the kiss as she snakes a hand into her hair. Alyssa is too shocked to even move—that is, until Bianca gently tugs at her locks, and that’s enough for the smaller queen to crumble into the kiss, dizzy with passion.

The messy exchange goes on—it starts with the two practically smashing each other’s faces together, drunk on the heat of the moment—but each pause to catch their breath is sobering, and it gradually brings them down from the high. The moment becomes less of a collision between opposing forces, and more of a union between hearts, reflected in each kiss being more gentle and affectionate than the last.

An eternity seems to pass before Alyssa finally calls it off, lowering her head and sinking into Bianca’s chest. In spite of what just happened, she feels a twinge of regret for doing something so impulsive. Completely separated from her pride, this regret escapes her.

“Sorry—”

“Don’t.”

…Shit.

She’s fucked up, hasn’t she?

Alyssa looks up at Bianca, fearing the worst—but upon seeing the glazed look of desire in her eyes, her mouth falls slightly agape and her cheeks flush.

“Just kiss me again.”

It takes a second or two for Alyssa to even register this—but once she does, she wastes no time acting at her behest.

Revenge has never been so sweet.

[ncssian]

A Favor: Part Sixteen

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n:

***

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

In Cassian’s arms, Nesta is shocked for all of a second before melting into his heat, kissing him back with just as much tenderness and joy as he gives her.

Fireworks go off, illuminating the scene around them, but he doesn’t hear or see any of it. Confetti poppers are popped, sending glitter and paper flying everywhere, and still he kisses Nesta.

It’s not until the fireworks show hits its crashing climax that Nesta flinches, breaking away from his lips.

She hates loud noises, Cassian remembers. He stupidly considers covering her ears against the noise for her, but then her shoulders relax, and she comes in again for a deeper kiss. His hands tangle in her bronze hair, and when they next break apart, he remembers the words he’s been holding in for so long. “I love you,” he says against her mouth, imprinting the shape of the words onto her lips. Her answering grin is bright enough to match the moon.

For a single moment, they are a perfect couple. No secrets, no baggage, no outsiders to judge them. And then the fireworks die out and the confetti falls to the floor, and the lights seem to turn bright enough to burn the eyes. The party returns to normal, and so do they.

Nesta is clutching Cassian’s wrist, looking like she has something she needs to say, but then her gaze drifts past his shoulder. To where her sisters and his friends are. She looks up at Cassian nervously. “Can you—”

“Deal with that?” he finishes for her, referring to the friends who had surely seen everything. “Yes.” It’s his responsibility to bear in the first place. Nesta doesn’t owe anybody except her sisters an answer.

Nesta looks torn between feeling guilty and grateful. “I should be there with you.”

Cassian can’t help but be awed. Nesta, who can’t have dinner without knowing what’s on the menu at least two hours ahead, has no idea what to expect from his friends. And still she’s offering to face them with him.

He takes her hand and runs a soothing thumb down her racing pulse, then her sweaty palm. “Go back inside,” he tells her, placing a kiss on her fingers. “I’ll find you when I’m done.” He might put a little sensual promise into his words to ease the nerves lacing her body, but he doesn’t know if it helps. She nods and stalks off.

Cassian stays where he is and leans his arms against the wooden balcony railing, staring into the clear night while the rest of the guests slowly trail back into the warmth of the cabin. He and Nesta will have to clean up this whole mess of confetti and streamers tomorrow, and they’ll have to do something about the new wine stain he spotted earlier on the couch—

Feyre storms up to him first. “How long?” she demands.

He looks sidelong at her. “How long, what?”

“How long have you had feelings for my sister?” Her cheeks are flushed red, either from the cold or rage Cassian can’t tell. This isn’t the question he expected from her.

“Since the day you told me to pick her up from the middle of the woods,” he answers honestly.

Feyre turns impossibly redder. “And how long have you been together?”

“Since Thanksgiving.”

Feyre looks seconds away from attacking him. “I trusted you—”

“Darling.” Rhys has come up behind her, Mor and Elain trailing him. Azriel watches coolly from the door, likely only there to see the drama unfold.

Rhys puts a hand on Feyre’s back, and she ignores it. “I trusted you to take care of her, to live with her, because I knew you would never take advantage of her like that. Because I believed you wouldn’t do exactly what you’ve just done,” she seethes at him.

Cassian stares in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about right now?”

“I’m talking about how you’ve had a hard-on for Nesta this whole time, in close quarters with her, and never thought it was worth mentioning to me.”

“I share one kiss with my girlfriend and that’s what you jump to? That I preyed on your adult sister? You really have no other questions for me?” His voice raises with every sentence, and a few guests lingering on the ground below glance up toward the balcony.

“What else am I supposed to believe?” She’s nearly shouting at him. “You didn’t tell me anything. You lied to me, knowing that Nesta is—Nesta.”

“For good fucking reason, I’m starting to see.”

“Cassian,” Rhysand says warningly.

Cassian didn’t hear him. “What is your real problem with Nesta, Feyre? Where is the problem in me loving her and her loving me? Do you think she’s incapable of making decisions for herself, or is this another thing where you’re jealous she has a life outside of you?”

“That is not what this is about.”

“Then what is it about?” he demands.

“You know!” She stabs a finger at his chest, chin quivering. “You know how she is, how she feels and sees things differently than most people, and how her history with men isn’t great. And you still thought it was okay to drag her into a relationship. Why else wouldn’t you tell anyone about it, if you didn’t feel it was wrong?”

Cassian’s face turns colder than the frozen air around them. “I don’t know who you’re talking about right now, but it isn’t your sister,” he says. “It’s not my fault if you don’t know her the way you thought you did. Take that up with her, not me.”

Feyre’s breath steams in the air before her. “I will,” she fumes. She spins on her heel to leave, but Cassian catches her by the wrist.

“After you cool down,” he demands. “You’re not ruining her night.”

Feyre stares him down for a long moment, and eventually shakes his hand off her wrist. She walks back inside, waving Rhys away when he tries to follow. Elain, who Cassian forgot was there, stares at him before going inside as well.

Rhysand turns back to Cassian with ice in his violet eyes.

“Don’t start,” Cassian says, tired. “She doesn’t need you fighting her battles for her.”

“That’s not what I was going to talk about,” he says. “You lied to us.”

Mor bundles deeper into her white coat. “You really love her?” she says quietly.

Azriel steps into their little circle beside Cassian without saying a word. Supporting Cassian in silence.

“I liked having something I didn’t have to share with everyone,” Cassian says, the admission feeling heavy on his tongue. “And I don’t regret it. It was nice while it lasted.”

“I think I’m losing my mind,” Mor mutters.

“So,” Rhys gestures at the spot where Cassian and Nesta kissed, “that’s it? You’re dating Feyre’s sister now, with nothing else to say?”

“This isn’t a damn group decision,” Cassian grits.

“That’s not what we meant,” says Mor. “But you’ve been hiding an entire girlfriend up here for months. We have questions.”

“Then I’ll hold a Q&A session later,” he says sardonically. “But since we’re on the topic of Nesta, I do have something to say.”

Mor and Rhys look taken aback.

Cassian straightens up. “You don’t have to like her. You definitely don’t have to be friends with her. But I expect all of you to respect her, even Amren. If it’s not something you would say out loud about Feyre or Elain, then it won’t be something you say about Nesta. You will be on your best behavior around her, and you will not upset or scare her away. Is that clear?”

Az snorts. “Yes, General.”

Cassian cuts a sharp look in his direction. “That applies to you, too. Don’t toy around with her.”

Az grows solemn and nods.

“Is that it?” Mor raises a brow.

“You might find it harder than you think.”

She scoffs. “Well, if I had known I was bitching about your girlfriend this entire time…”

“You wouldn’t have changed,” Azriel interjects. “You’d be even worse.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever. I can play nice.”

Cassian looks to Rhys.

“I haven’t spoken a word to her in years,” Rhys grumbles.

“You will respect her, even when she’s not in the room.” He doubts Nesta will be happy to have shit talked about her when she isn’t in a sex-driven haze.

Rhys looks away. “I can’t believe you even have to ask me such a thing,” he mutters. “She’s with you now, of course I’ll lay off her.”

“And you’ll stay out of the sisters’ issues,” Cassian adds.

Rhys smiles wryly. “When did we switch jobs? You want to be boss now or something?”

“If we’re done here, can we go the fuck inside?” Mor groans. “I’m freezing. And I’m holding you to that Q&A session.” She points a finger at Cassian.

He allows himself to grin, feeling truly light for the first time in months. It isn’t a band-aid solution to everything, but it’s better than lying to his family for the rest of his life. Mor and Az head back inside, and Cassian and Rhys trail them. It’s not until Cassian reaches the door that he remembers—

“What was it you wanted to tell me earlier?” He turns to Rhys.

Rhys looks startled, then uncomfortable. “I don’t think it’s the right time for it anymore. You might not want to hear it at all.”

Well, now Cassian’s curious. “Just tell me. I want to know.”

Rhys holds in a sigh. “Fine. Let’s talk inside.”

***

It’s almost two in the morning when the last guest goes home, and Feyre has no excuse left to idle around.

She finds Nesta in the kitchen doing dishes, her back turned to Feyre. Her heels have been discarded, her hair is tied up out of her face, and her sequined dress sleeves are pushed up her arms so they don’t get wet. She looks so… at home. Like this kitchen and the rest of the cabin is undeniably hers.

It reminds Feyre that it wasn’t Cassian kissing Nesta that felt like a punch to the throat. It was when Feyre saw Nesta break away, smile brightly, and kiss him back.

Feyre carefully approaches the island and clears her throat. Nesta doesn’t hear her over the sound of running water. Feyre tries again harder, but swallows the wrong way and ends up in a coughing fit.

That gets Nesta’s attention. She spins around to find Feyre hacking like an idiot, and shuts the tap off. “What’s wrong with you?” she says.

Feyre coughs one final time, her throat scratchy now. “Water. I need water.”

Nesta’s eyes nearly roll out of her head, but she grabs a clean glass and fills it up, handing it to Feyre.

Feyre chugs half the glass and sets it down with an exhale. “I was trying to say,” she starts after an awkward moment, “that you look very settled here.”

“I am,” Nesta says without pause.

“And you’ve probably heard about my—argument with Cassian by now.” Cassian, who is no longer just Feyre’s friend, but Nesta’s boyfriend. Someone Nesta loves, if Feyre heard correctly in her fury.

“Unfortunately, wooden walls carry sound pretty far.” That’s all Nesta bothers to say before turning the sink on again, resuming her dishwashing.

Feyre used to think Nesta’s lack of words meant she had nothing to say. Now she suspects there’s a storm of words raging in Nesta’s head. Too many words to even try to string together coherently, so she stays silent instead.

“I wanted to ask for your side of the story,” Feyre says. “I didn’t even think to consider your feelings before I went off at Cassian, and I might have made—some assumptions.”

“You implied that I was too weak-minded to make decisions for myself and that Cassian took advantage of my weaknesses to get me into his bed.” Nesta’s tone is flat, her eyes on the plate she’s scrubbing.

Feyre winces when she hears it out loud. “Yes, I did that.”

“Why should I tell you anything?” Nesta says. “You clearly have no problem believing what you already believe.”

“I can’t know how you feel about things if you never tell me, Nesta,” Feyre tries to defend. “I’ve been going off my assumptions for years because you don’t share anything about yourself. If I had misconceptions about you, you never corrected them.”

“And that’s an excuse to not ask me about my feelings? To not come to me when you have concerns about my life?”

“I’m coming to you now,” Feyre says. “That’s the whole point.”

When Nesta doesn’t respond, Feyre adds, “I know that we don’t know how to communicate without offending each other. So for five minutes can we just put the defensiveness aside and talk about this?”

“I don’t know what there is to talk about.” Nesta rinses the last glass and shuts the water off, going to dry her hands on a towel.

“I’ll start then: Why didn’t you tell me about you and Cassian?”

Nesta stares at the countertop. “If I answer that question honestly, you’ll call me cruel.”

Feyre hides her flinch, and decides she doesn’t need to hear the answer. Deep down, she probably already knows it. “Alright. When did you start liking him as more than a friend?”

“October. Do you want cake?” Nesta turns toward the fridge in search of dessert.

“I’m good,” Feyre says. “How did you—fall for him?” She’s had all night to think about these questions, but it still sounds impossible saying it out loud. Like two worlds colliding in the weirdest way.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Feyre repeated for the third time that night, sequestered with Elain touching up her makeup in one of the bathrooms. “Does it make sense to you?”

“I can see it,” Elain said flatly. “Nesta’s emotional, and Cassian’s emotionally intelligent. If anyone could put in the work to understand her, it’s him.”

Elain didn’t show a hint of feeling since she watched Cassian sweep Nesta into his arms and kiss her like a hero from a romance novel. When Feyre later asked Elain if she wanted to talk to Nesta with her, she curtly refused and proceeded to leave the party early.

Now, Nesta busies herself by digging through the fridge. “He’s kind. He’s unfaltering. He’s easy to talk to. It doesn’t hurt that he’s hot.”

“Is that it?”

Nesta shuts the fridge, cake in hand. “Why don’t you ask what you really want to ask, Feyre?” She yanks a drawer open with a little too much force and grabs a fork.

This, Feyre hasn’t practiced for. But she needs to find a way to voice it. “I never knew… after Tomas, I didn’t think you would trust a man again. I didn’t trust a man with you again.”

Nesta whips her head to glare at Feyre, and Feyre shrinks away from her near-feral stare. She spoke too much. She fucked it up already.

“What do you know about Tomas?” Nesta says lowly.

“It doesn’t take a genius to know that Tomas was shit. I never liked him. I was so happy when you left him.”

“And what?” Nesta drops the cake onto the island with a thump. “You thought he broke me? You thought I’d never find love again?”

Feyre looks down, playing with her nails. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re safe, Nesta,” she says quietly.

“And I’m trying to tell you I don’t need your protection. I never did. You do not get to assume what I’m fit for and what I’m not. You do not get to pretend to know me when you’ve never made an effort to understand me.”

“Made an effort?” Feyre can’t believe Nesta’s words. “All I’ve ever done my whole life is make an effort—to talk to you, to be close with you.”

“No,” she says firmly. “You only ever tried to make me do things your way. You wanted me to be more like you. I always came over to your place, I always participated in your parties, I always did the things you wanted to do even when I hated it, because that was me making an effort for you.”

The words take a long time to sink in. Feyre finally swallows. “Do you always have to be so cruel?”

“I’m not being cruel. This is just me. The person you see is the person Cassian fell in love with, and he likes me just fine. You’re the one who’s never liked me.” Nesta’s chest is heaving. “Yes, I am well aware of my flaws, and yes, I’m putting in the work to get past them. That’s what therapy is for. But until you look at your own issues instead of being personally offended by mine all the time, I can’t speak to you without wanting to scream.” She’s trembling as if she’s holding in a shriek right now. “I can’t keep bearing the weight of it—of our past, of everything you want that I can’t give. You won’t let me move away from it.”

Her words ring in the silence.

Feyre’s face is cold, and she touches it to find tears on her cheeks. “I didn’t know…” She blinks, looking away. She suddenly wants to be anywhere else but here, where all she’s good for is torturing her sister. But Feyre is twenty-one years old and she’s getting too old to keep this hateful thing between her and Nesta alive. She reaches for the cake and takes off the lid. “Get me another fork,” she sniffs through tears.

Nesta stares at her for a long moment, then does what she asked. Feyre wipes her eyes.

They sit across from each other at the island and dig in without bothering to get plates. Feyre takes a bite and makes a face at the sour taste, nearly spitting it out. “What is this, lemon?”

“Yes,” Nesta says, stabbing her fork into the cake. “Lemon is for guests.”

“Implying you have different types of cake lying around?” She points to the fridge.

“Chocolate is for Cassian. You can’t have it.”

“Oh. Okay then.” Shared cake, Feyre thinks. How long until they sign up for coinsurance?

They eat in silence for a few minutes, but Feyre’s mind whirls the entire time. She has to speak first, but she doesn’t know where to start.

The beginning might be good.

“I…” she speaks hesitantly, “didn’t mean to make you feel responsible for the past. That wasn’t anybody’s fault.”

Nesta doesn’t look comforted by her words. “You think Dad wouldn’t have let us all die in our pile of bills if you hadn’t stepped up?”

True. Feyre used to drown in bitterness over it: working forty hours a week and then some just to keep the family alive, and receiving nothing in return. While Nesta escaped to the woods to read all day and Elain flirted with boys in mall parking lots, Feyre carried the brunt of reality on her shoulders. It wasn’t until their father died and she got out of that town that she realized—if it was anybody’s fault, it was his.

“I think we all did our best to survive,” Feyre says. “Especially you. But if it’s moving away from me and Elain that you want, I can’t give it to you.”

Nesta looks unsurprised. Before she can argue, Feyre states firmly, “I can do things your way. I can come to you. We can learn to meet each other halfway.”

“Then you’ll be disappointed when, even after all that work, I still find you annoying as fuck.”

Feyre actually laughs. The sentiment still stings, but… “We’ll just have to see how it goes.” But what if Nesta never does like her? The thought nags. What will she do then?

Nesta narrows her eyes at Feyre. “And what about Elain?”

Her absence in the kitchen suddenly feels pointed. Feyre twirls her fork. “We’re not as close as you think, you know. I don’t always know what she’s feeling. You might have to figure her out on your own.”

Nesta looks like she would rather die.

A knock sounds at one of the kitchen entryways. Feyre turns to see Cassian leaning against the wall, looking warily between the two sisters. “I hate to interrupt,” he says, “but can I see Nesta now?”

It still startles Feyre: he’s here for Nesta, not her. That’ll definitely take some time to get used to.

“For sure,” Feyre says, getting up from her seat. She looks back at Nesta, wondering about how much more they need to say to each other…

From the look on Nesta’s face, they’ve done enough for tonight. “I’ll be calling, then,” Feyre says.

“Can’t promise I’ll answer,” Nesta replies.

Of course. Feyre turns on her heel to leave, but stops before Cassian for a brief moment. “I’m so sorry.” The words flow a lot more easier with him than they would with Nesta. “I said some terrible things outside—please forgive me.” She’s genuinely terrified at the idea of losing Cassian over her battle with her sister.

Cassian smiles down at her, not his usual grin but something gentler, more understanding. “There’s nothing to worry about.” His eyes dart to Nesta for confirmation of this, and he must like whatever he sees, because he looks back at Feyre and ruffles her hair. “Glad you’re feeling better, kid.”

***

Once Feyre leaves and Cassian can hear her and Rhys getting ready for the limo drive back home, he finally allows himself to approach Nesta at the island. Rounding the counter to where she sits, he wraps her into a hug.

For once, Nesta doesn’t question his unsolicited affection. She leans in and wraps her own arms around his torso, resting her head against his stomach. “Where were you this whole time?” Her voice is muffled in his shirt.

“Nowhere,” he plays off easily. “Just talking to Rhys about work stuff.”

The conversation lasted much longer than Cassian would have preferred, but by the end of it Cassian’s stance was firm.

“It’s a year-long project based in Milan. It would technically be a promotion for you, and you would work on-site the whole time. I thought it would be a good opportunity for you to get out of the cabin,” Rhys said.

“By sending me out of the country?” Cassian scoffed.

“With the way you’ve been avoiding us lately—I know now that it was about Nesta, but when I heard about the position, you were the first person to come to mind. Taking time to yourself, traveling on your own, making a mark without having your entire family attached to your hip… It sounded like something you needed, so I recommended you for the job.”

Rhys was scarily accurate, because those were all things that Cassian wanted. He and Nesta made lists about places they wanted to visit all the time. But doing it like this?

“No,” he said firmly. “I’m not going to Italy.”

Rhys looked away. “That’s what I thought you’d say. You’re still in the honeymoon phase with Nesta.”

“Even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t go. A year away from home? What are you thinking?”

Rhys raised his hands in defense. “Look, you don’t have to go. I can give the position away to someone else. But you’re the most qualified and deserving person on the team and we both know it.”

Even now, Cassian knows it. Unfortunately for Rhys, that won’t get his answer to change.

He smiles down to where Nesta hides in his arms, visibly exhausted after the night she’s had. “How did your talk with Feyre go?” he has to ask.

“I thought I was being pretty generous. I didn’t even call her a hypocrite for half the things I wanted to.”

“Does that mean it went well?”

Nesta sighs against his chest. “I think we reached some sort of understanding. Though I’m not sure if that makes me a bad person, for giving her hope of a better relationship between us.”

“I think it makes you a strong person,” Cassian says honestly.

“And what if I can’t deliver?”

“You can’t find out until you try.”

Nesta looks up to meet his eyes, and for a short second he’s overwhelmed by need. “Say it again,” he breathes.

Her brows furrow. “Say what?”

“What you said in the truck. I need to hear it again.”

“Oh, that.” She looks embarrassed. “Iloveyou,” she mutters quickly.

He pokes her. “Say it like you mean it, not like you’re announcing you have syphilis.”

She glares, but clears her throat and gets serious. “Cassian. I love you. I’m in love with you.”

His heartbeat stutters at the earnestness on her face. “Since when?” His lips spread into a grin.

Her face drops. “Yeah, this is really putting a damper on my feelings right now.” Nesta starts to squirm out of his arms.

“No, wait—” He tries to stop her.

“I’ll help you clean in the morning, okay?” She yawns, heading for the exit. “Good night, babe.”

“I was kidding—” He starts to follow after her, shouting, “Where are you going?”

***

Nesta wakes late the next morning with a solid warmth pressed against her back. For a second, it disorients her. She never wakes up before Cassian.

But she turns around and there he is, dead asleep while the sun is already high in the sky.

She reaches up on instinct to brush his silken hair out of his face. He’ll be pissed he missed his six a.m. workout, New Year’s Day be damned.

Putting on her glasses from the nightstand, Nesta carefully eases out of bed and crosses the room to pull the curtains shut over the wall of windows. When she’s satisfied that the room is dark enough, she tiptoes out of it.

The downstairs is still a mess from last night. Nesta wrinkles her nose at the sight of it. Discarded champagne glasses scatter the living and dining areas, and whoever snuck in those damn confetti poppers left a mess on the hardwood floors. Platters of long since finished food lie on random surfaces.

“Even the rich and sophisticated party like pigs,” she mutters to herself, stepping over a discarded throw pillow to reach the kitchen. She needs coffee and a hose to scrub this place down—

“Good morning.”

Nesta yelps, spinning toward the figure near the sink she didn’t see while coming in. “Fucking Christ!”

Azriel doesn’t blink, holding an apple in one hand and a paring knife in the other. “We’re out of coffee.” He looks like he just rolled out of bed, sweatpants and all.

“What are you doing here?” Nesta demands. “Where did you come from?”

“Ah, about that,” he says casually. “I never left.”

“You slept here?”

“Do you have breakfast? Because there isn’t even a box of cereal in this place.”

“Azriel,” Nesta forces his name out. “Start answering my questions.”

He has the decency to look sorry and blushes. “I needed some time away from Velaris. I figured the cabin would be empty since you moved out and I brought some of my stuff over last night.”

“So when I found you upstairs…?”

“I was staking out a room to stay in.”

Nesta has so many questions she almost forgets to be upset. But it’s hard not to be upset when she’s standing in front of a near-stranger in only Cassian’s shirt. “Does Cassian know about this?”

Azriel carves out an apple slice and shrugs dismissively. “He will soon.”

Her stomach churns with familiar anxiety. “But you can’t—” She wrings the shirt she’s wearing in her hands. “You can’t do this.”

“Why not? It’s my brother’s place.” His eyes dare her to disagree. “In my defense, I didn’t think you’d be living here when I decided to move in.”

“I don’t live here,” she says. In fact, she’s supposed to return to her apartment tomorrow. “But I spend a lot of time here and I didn’t get to prepare for—” she waves her hands in Azriel’s direction, “you.” It’s a wrench thrown in the gears of Nesta’s carefully calculated life.

Azriel raises a dark brow. “Do you need to prepare for me?” He pushes an apple slice into his mouth.

“Yes!” This is a change she had no say in, and those are the worst kind of changes.

Azriel puts the apple and knife down and leans against the counter. “Prepare for me, then.”

“What?”

“Before Cassian gets up, take the time to get used to the fact that I’m going to be around for the next few weeks.”

“Weeks?” Nesta pales.

“A month, tops,” he promises. When Nesta doesn’t look reassured, he says quietly, “Go on. Do what you need to do to get comfortable.”

“But I barely know you,” she says. Well, Nesta knows Azriel is the pretty brother and the quiet brother, but now she’s starting to think he’s also the weird brother.

That’s three things they have in common, at least.

“Uh...what do you want to know?” He tries to sound nice, inviting. Nesta uses that awkward tone all the time.

It actually brings her some semblance of comfort. She sits down carefully on a barstool and asks, “Why are you really here?”

“I’m avoiding someone,” he answers without hesitation.

“Who?”

“Nobody of interest to you.” They’re doing rapid fire mode, then.

“Do you know how to cook?” she says.

“No. Do you?”

“No.” A loss on both parts. “What are you good at?”

“Minding my business.”

Nesta narrows her eyes at him. “Like you were minding your business outside Cassian’s room last night?”

He makes the slightest wince. “That was an unfortunate incident where I toyed with you. It won’t happen again.”

She doesn’t know why, but she believes him.

“What won’t happen again?”

Nesta turns to find Cassian trudging into the kitchen, looking only half-awake. He notices Azriel. “Oh, hey bro.”

Azriel nods. “Hey.”

Cassian is about to drop a kiss onto Nesta’s head when he freezes. “Wait.” The look on his face makes Nesta forget her earlier discomfort; she laughs out loud.

Peering all the way up at him from her seat, she says, “Your brother is moving in. I am reacting to this like a well-adjusted human being.”

He raises his brows. “Are you now?”

“I didn’t freak out one bit,” she says, trying to spare Azriel from her boyfriend’s overprotective wrath. Cassian doesn’t buy it.

He looks at Azriel and tilts his head toward the living room. “You wanna talk?” He leaves before the other man can answer.

Nesta shrugs apologetically at Azriel’s stunned face. “I did my best. He’s going to give you a lecture on boundaries now.”

“No, he’s not,” Azriel grumbles as he starts following after Cassian. “He’s going to beat my ass.”

***

a/n: when in doubt, write a flashback scene in italics

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[lunaserenade]

Cloak and Dagger

Masterlist

Author’s Note: The fic that no one asked for and took me a month to write 😂 Thank you to @reddead-trash, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @icanbeyourjedi, and @sugarontherims​ for enduring my ramblings and reading through my MANY drafts. Also I threw straight up shade to my Florida senator Rick Scott in this. *chef’s kiss*

Paring: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x F!Reader

Words:  2.2k

Warnings: None

Summary: To stop a corrupt politician you and Bucky must go undercover at a campaign fundraiser.

***

It was a warm and humid summer afternoon in Delacroix, Louisiana as Sam Wilson and James 'Bucky' Barnes worked idly on giving the ‘Paul and Darlene’ a fresh paint job. Bucky had come down to visit for the weekend, helping out wherever he could while he and Sam worked on finding new leads about a disturbing rumor they had been hearing. There were whispers of a scientist who was attempting to recreate the super soldier serum, although there had been attempts over the decades it was looking like this one was credible. The shrill ring of Sam's phone cut into the tranquil silence by the water, Bucky watched Sam Wilson with mild interest as he spoke quickly on the phone.

“Well I haven’t heard from you in a while. ” Sam said, an impish smile on his lips as he looked at Bucky. “That’s great news. I think I have the perfect person for you. We’ll be there tomorrow night.”

“... what did you just sign me up for?” Bucky said with a sigh as Sam hung up. 

“We’re going to DC to help a friend out. You’re going to need a suit.” Sam replied, entirely too amused for Bucky’s liking. 

***

True to his word the next evening Sam was knocking on your apartment door, greeting you with a huge hug and introducing you to his tall, dark, and very handsome friend.

“This is Bucky, he’s the one I mentioned. He’ll be fantastic back up.” Sam said, clearly getting great joy out of the situation.

“What exactly are we doing anyway?” Bucky said with a raised eyebrow.

“Sam told me to keep an ear to the ground about any rumors of someone trying to recreate the super soldier serum, while I was gathering intelligence on a possible corrupt senator from Florida I found out he’s funding it. Tomorrow night is a fundraiser for his reelection campaign, I need to sneak into his office and get the name of the scientist he’s funding so we can squash his reelection and this new attempt at the serum.” You explained as you took a seat in your living room with them.

“Too many people can recognize me on The Hill, I’ll be spotted easily. That’s why she needs you, someone who can go a little more unnoticed when needed.” Sam affirmed.

“And you’re positive this senator is the one masterminding the whole thing?” Bucky queried.

“Absolutely, he bounced the money through several dummy accounts, but we managed to track it back to him. I need you to meet me here tomorrow night, we’ll be going into the event as Mr and Mrs. Sandoval. I had a contact intercept their invitation so we could get in.” You said matter-of-factly. As you studied Bucky you found yourself suddenly looking forward to the event tomorrow night, having a gorgeous man in a suit by your side was definitely a perk. Especially one who you knew could keep up in a fight if needed, from what Sam had told you about him. You had heard of The Winter Soldier, hell who hadn’t, but you were never one to judge someone by their past. If Sam said he was solid, he was solid. 

“Sounds like you have this pretty planned out, what if something goes sideways?” Bucky asked

“I think both of us can handle thinking on our feet.” You said with an arched eyebrow. “Unless you’re having cold feet.”

“... I’ll be here at seven.” Bucky said with a small huff, slightly offended by your implication, much to your amusement. Sometimes a kick in the pride was all you need to get a man motivated.

***

You were attempting to zip up your dress when you heard the sharp raps on your apartment door, holding it closed with one hand you opened the door for Bucky with the other. It would be a blatant lie to say that the sight of him in the well-fitted suit didn’t make your mouth water and as you took in the full view of him with greedy eyes you saw he was smiling as he walked into the living room.

“Does the suit pass your inspection?” Bucky mused.

“You clean up well, sir.”  You replied with a coy smile. “Can you help me with this zipper, I can’t get it for the life of me.” 

“I-... of course.” Bucky stammered, slightly flustered as you turned around, your dress unzipped until right above the swell of your ass. Ever so careful he reached out and slowly dragged the zipper of your dress up, his fingers lightly grazing your back, giving you goosebumps. 

“Thank you.” You said, a faint blush creeping across your cheeks, as you turned to face him.

“What’s your plan for tonight?” Bucky asked as he attempted to adjust his tie.

“We need to get into his office, my contact said there is a folder with all the information I need in his desk.” You smirked and arching an eyebrow at Bucky.

“Sounds fairly straightforward. What’s the catch?” He queried.

“He is starting to suspect someone has been poking into his new ‘business venture’ so there is increased security on the office floors.” You gave him a sly grin “We need to get in and out without being seen. Although I’m not opposed to light violence if it comes to that.”

“Duly noted,” Bucky said with a laugh and he offered you his arm. “Are you ready for this?”

“Let’s take this bastard down.” You said, slipping your arm in his and headed out of the apartment.

***

The building had a beautiful conference center was absolutely gorgeous, you had to admit. High vaulted ceilings with the soft glowing light of chandeliers hung overhead as you and Bucky walked arm in arm, the click clack of your stilettos' on the tile echoing in the lobby with each step. A well dressed young man stood just in front of the entrance, taking invitations from the various guests as they entered. Bucky reached into his suit pocket and presented the gold leaf embellished invitation to him.

“Mr and Mrs Sandoval?” He asked as he checked his list.

“Indeed.” You replied and wrapped an arm around Bucky’s waist, tucking yourself into his side. You had to be convincing, or at least that was the excuse you were going to use.

“Senator Scott thanks you for attending, enjoy your evening.” The young man stated as he gestured toward the room and stood to the side.

Bucky led you around the conference room, his hand resting on your lower back, as you both surveyed the room. You gave his side a light squeeze and nodded towards an ‘Employees Only’ door.

“There is supposed to be a stairwell through there. The senator’s office is on the seventh floor.” You said softly and Bucky nodded.

“Security looks light down here, mostly around the Senator, we should be able to slip through easily enough.”

“Famous last words.” You grinned and made your way towards the door, waiting for a moment outside before quietly slipping through. The two of you made your way quickly down the hall and into the stairwell. You quickly regretted your choice in footwear as you climbed the seven flights with Bucky, but managed to keep pace with him. Just as you were about to open the door to the seventh floor corridor Bucky reached out to stop you.

“Someone’s coming.” His voice barely above a whisper, he pulled you close and stepped behind the door. “I can knock him out but it won’t give us much time in the senator’s office before someone finds him”

"You know this is a stupid idea, right?" You said as you peered around him.

"I do." Bucky affirmed

"And that it could fail spectacularly, probably ending in injury?" You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.

"More likely his than mine, but yes." Bucky gave you a grin that could only lead to trouble.

"... alright let’s do this." You said, squaring your shoulders as you heard security approach the door. The poor security guard never stood a chance. As soon as the door shut behind him Bucky had him in a choke hold, a hand over his mouth to stop any cries for help. You were impressed, the ease and speed with which Bucky took him down was almost elegant. He lowered the now unconscious guard to the ground, just behind the door, and reached for your hand.

“Ready?” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

“Always.” His goofy confidence and glee rubbing off on you as you hurried down the hall hand in hand with him.

“This is his office, cover me.” You said quickly, hiking your dress up to reveal a thigh gun holster and a lock pick set tucked behind the gun against your leg. Bucky’s eyes raked over your body and he felt an expected surge of lust run through him as he turned to block you from view and keep a lookout. Within a minute you had the lock picked and held the door open for him.

“Age before beauty.” You grinned at him and gave a wink, earning an eye roll in return. 

The office was large, a wall of books sitting behind the senator’s desk,

“How long do you think we have?” You muttered as you began to pick the lock of the desk.

“Three or four minutes, tops.” He replied, listening closely at the door for any sounds of movement outside the office.

“Good, I only need two.” The lock turned with a click and you quickly riffled through the drawer. “Ah ha! I’ve got it. Let’s get the hell out of here before we get caught.”

The pair of you quickly exited the office, Bucky’s hand lingering on your lower back as you walked out together. You weren’t sure if it was the cool metal of his hand on your lower back giving you goosebumps or being so close to him, but there was no time to sort through that as you heard voices coming from down the hall.

“Have you seen Brady? I didn’t see him on the rounds on the sixth floor.” A male voice said and you felt your heart race. There was no way to sneak out without being seen and you needed to think quickly. You backed up against the wall and tugged Bucky close, his chest bumping lightly against yours as he steadied himself.

“What are you doing?” He whispered as you pulled him tightly against your body.

“Trust me, this is the only way we’re getting out without fighting our way out.” You said quickly and reached for his face, crushing your lips to his. You could feel him stiffen in shock at first but as he wrapped his arms around you he eagerly responded, parting your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss. For a moment the world around you faded away as you tugged him closer, fingers threading through his hair until you heard security shout.

“HEY! YOU TWO! This is a restricted floor!” The guard shouted, as he stomped his way down the hall towards both of you. You pulled away from Bucky reluctantly, staring up into his blue eyes.

“I’mmmm sorry, We got a bit lost, didn't we baby?” You slurred your words dramatically, slipping into the role of a drunken couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

“Mmm, yes we did.” Bucky pulled you close, pressing a sloppy kiss to your hair. “Let’s go get another drink, honey.”

“I think you both have had more than enough.” The guard rolled his eyes, clearly fooled, and gestured to the elevator. “Come on, I think it’s time for the pair of you to leave.”

“Alriggggght alright, damn man. No need to get in a huff.” Bucky slurred, holding his hands up in ‘defeat’. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders he guided you to the elevator.

“Buzzkill.” You muttered at the guard as the door slid shut. The moment you were alone you rested your head on Bucky’s chest, his heart beating wildly and it wasn’t because of the guard. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

***

“Do you do this a lot?” Bucky murmured as you exited the building, a full moon hanging overhead in the evening sky.

“Break into government officials' offices for dirt or kiss gorgeous men to get out of a sticky situation?” You replied with an impish grin and shivering in the night air.

“Both.” He laughed as he tugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“I do what I need to to get the job done. As for the second part? You could always give me a call and find out.” You bit your lip, feeling bold.

“Maybe I will.” Bucky grinned and slipped a vibranium arm around your waist.

Bucky called the next night.

***

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[sunnymenagerie]

RuPaul’s Drag Race: Big Openings & Toasters

My serotonin, AKA ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race,’ is back in my life as of this week and I’m beyond thrilled…and already kind of obsessed with the season 14 queens. Well, half of them because like we’ve seen before - this is a split premiere. Meaning we got to meet half of the queens, seven to be exact BUT we did unfortunately already say goodbye to Michigan’s first queen. Which, I’m pissed because Orion Story was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen in those confessionals. I’ll miss the eye candy, but I wish Orion well and I feel like that’s truly not the last we’ve seen of that queen. Also, Orion - hope your cat is doing okay too!

Okay, so I already said who went home but before Orion’s story was cut short, we met all the queens, and their entrance looks - there was…variety. Alyssa Hunter went literal, Willow Pill went to the mall in 2002, and Kerri Colby went for the jugular of every other queen there because - WOW. I think by now we can all agree that Kerri Colby’s beauty is next-level and that we all collectively looked like Willow Pill in that we were stuck gawking at Kerri because um, did you see her? Poised and polished at 24, could she take home the crown? I think at this point the fandom would find RuPaul and want answers if Kerri didn’t make it to the final four. Plus, Kerri won the mini-challenge that saw the queens spinning on a wheel for a photoshoot. It was very ‘America’s Next Top Model,’ but yeah, Kerri will be in the top 4. Of course, that’s based on an amazing entrance and a surprising talent, jump roping!

Oh yeah…we kicked off season 14 with the CNTs, a freaking talent show AKA an elongated lip-sync with some odds and ends thrown in. The latter being June Jambalaya’s African dance and Orion Story’s attempt at…something. Well, according to the judges because I actually liked it. Was it the most perfect thing on earth? No, but I appreciate it when queens come out and do something vastly different than the rest of the crowd. For that, I can’t hate. Oh…another odd, Willow Pill. At first, I had absolutely no idea what the hell she was doing but I think as soon as that toaster came out, we collectively all went, oh…Oh…OH!

Willow Pill walked in and instantly was underestimated by the other queens due to her 00s Socialite Realness ensemble, but we have to remember that she comes from Yvie Oddly’s realm, and that’s not a realm to underestimate. Willow Pill may make some strange choices, but they pay off big because they make her truly stand out. If it wasn’t for her runway - which fell in the middle for me - I think she may’ve been a contender to win this week. However, she was just safe, near the top - but safe nonetheless.

Alongside her in the safety zone was Bosco - which shocked me because of the critiques. Now, I’m Team Kornbread right now because she’s a queen I’ve followed for a while not but based on the critiques…them reading June so hard for the little details and Kornbread’s ripped tights…I thought Bosco’s near-perfect critiques and guest judge Lizzo comparing her to Marilyn Monroe - yeah, I couldn’t have been the only one that thought the Seattle queen was taking home the win, right?

Despite all of that, Kornbread was this week's winner-winner chicken dinner and really cemented herself as a frontrunner QUICK. I’m all about her and I’m happy to see she’s already shining bright and leading the pack. Now, based on their entrance looks, performances, and runways…here is how they’re ranking for me so far. I won’t include Orion as she already said adios, but do note that I wouldn’t have sent her home…I thought she had more to show. Anyways…from my top to my bottoms:

Kerri Colby: I think she is struggling to let loose a little right now, but it’ll come.

Kornbread: She’s already won once, but I think the judges are watching for her to be more polished on the runway, to give a little more elevation and I think she’s going to be one to take notes and improve

Willow Pill: Endearing, out there - YES

Bosco: The dark horse I’m riding to the final four

Alyssa Hunter: She’s pretty but I think she needs to focus on what makes her unique in the competition

June Jambalaya: Gorgeous but we need more, and I hope she’s able to deliver it

[holylulusworld]

Catch & Release - Memories

Summary: When your fiancé dies days before your wedding you find yourself confronted with his lies. When his best friend attends his burial things become even more complicated as you slowly fall for the green-eyed man.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader (past), Sam x Jess (brief)

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Jimmy Novak, Mary Campbell, Jessica More

Warnings: angst, main characters death, grief, sadness, arguments, language, flashbacks, comforting, tension, longing, mutual pining, mentions of cheating/infidelity

A/N: Loosely inspired by the movie Catch & Release. Sam and Dean are not brothers for my storyline. Flashbacks in Italics.

Catch & Release Masterlist

“Sam, hey…do you mind if I steal this shirt…” Giggling you tug at your fiancè’s shirt, a smug grin on your lips. “I mean, I have to get you naked first…”

“Naughty girl…” Sam breathes between kisses. “I love you; you know that – right?” His question catches you off-guard, but you nod to get another kiss. “I…I made mistakes in the past but from now on, I want to do things right.”

“Baby, we all make mistakes. I still make some and I am far from my twenties. Whatever you did in the past, it’s in the past, Sam. I love you, no matter what.” He nods silently, a soft smile on his lips.

“Love you…so much Y/N. Whatever happens…I’ll always love you…” His lips press against yours and you’ve got the feeling, Sam desperately tries to show you his love. “Love you…”

“I love you too, Sam…”

You scream, flinch and push against a solid chest. Tears run down your face when you wake only to meet foreign eyes. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Bad dream?”

“I…I…” Whimpering you hide your face in the palms of your hands. “I dreamed Sam was with me. It was like three or was it four days before he left. We…we kissed, and he told me that he loves me, Dean. I should’ve known better than believing his lies.”

“Y/N, maybe he wanted to end things with Jess?” Dean tries but you huff at his words. “I know the pictures looked like he was happy but, maybe it was his way to say goodbye.”

“Dean, they were smiling into the camera a week before our wedding. Even if Sam wanted to end things with that woman, he still drove to her, still had sex with her, and left me here, sad after another terrible fight.”

Your voice cracks when you look at Dean. “Whatever reason he had to cheat, it must be me. Maybe I was not pretty enough. She looks like a model…”

“Y/N don’t do this to yourself. I will not let you take the blame.” While you glance at the watch you sigh deeply. It’s 2 am and you are wide awake.

On top of all the man, you barely know slept right next to you and you can’t stop the butterflies he causes to flutter in your stomach.

“I know that I shouldn’t but…” A sad smile plays on your lips and you lie back down on your pillow. “If Sam would’ve been happy and satisfied with me by his side, he wouldn’t have looked at another girl or rather fucked her.”

“Sam was a complicated man, to say the least, Y/N. I don’t know about Jess, but if he was willing to marry you, Sam must’ve loved you.” Facing Dean, you pat his chest.

“No, Dean. If you love someone, you don’t drive to another woman twice per month to fuck her. You spend your free time with the girl you want to marry, not with a woman leaving you years ago.”

You take a deep breath, close your eyes to calm your racing heart. “Did you ever cheat on a girl? I won’t judge you, Dean. I just want to know why men cheat on a woman.”

“Honestly, Y/N…” Sighing Dean runs his left hand down his face, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“I am not good at relationships. The longest I head were with Cassie, around three years, and Lisa, the one leaving me, around five, if you count the time, I was oversea. But…”

Your eyes snap open when Dean gently tugs a strand behind your ear. “I swear, I never cheated. I had my share of girls; I mean you heard what I did in the bathroom. Guess I never found the right girl to settle down.”

“Even if you find the right guy, he sneaks around, fucks someone else, lies, and dies in the end. I slowly realize love isn’t worth the trouble.”

Your eyes fill with tears when you look at the ring at your finger. “Sam, even if he loved me, wasn’t the right one either.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know this must be awful, heartbreaking, and strange to talk to a foreign guy about your dead fiancé.”

Dean huffs when you nod silently. “If you want me to, I can go and sleep on the couch Benny offered to me.”

“No…” Grasping for Dean’s arm you drag him back onto the bed when he tries to leave.

“Please don’t go. Benny and Jimmy, they are nice. Especially Benny is a sweetheart but, they were Sam’s friends, not mine. I don’t know if they didn’t lie to me…maybe they knew…”

“Benny didn’t know. I swear, he would rather lose his left ball than lying to you, Y/N. He’s one of the most honest people I ever met.” Nodding you move closer to Dean to search his face. “Maybe you should talk to his mother?”

“Mary Campbell hates me, Dean. Anything I do is wrong to her. Last time I tried to help her with dinner and she accused me of putting too much salt into the mashed potatoes on purpose.

I don’t know why – but Mary never liked me, no matter what I tried to make her see I love her son.” Sleepily you close your eyes, recalling Dean’s words. “Maybe…you…”

“Sleep a bit, sweetheart. I’ll be here in the morning, promised.” You don’t feel Dean’s lips press against your forehead, but you sigh dreamily when he drapes one arm over your body. “Sam was a fool…”

“Baby doll?” Giggling you rush toward the bathroom, winking at Sam before he gets the chance to grab you. “I’ll get you and you won’t…” His phone starts ringing, and the moment is gone – again.

“Hello, no…no…listen.” Shushing the words Sam turns his back toward you stand in the door frame of the bathroom. “I can’t…I told you that California is off-limits from now on. I…I got a fiancé and…I know…I know but…”

You don’t want to eavesdrop the phone call but Sam’s reaction to whoever just called him lets your stomach tighten.

For a moment, you listen but then you step into the bathroom, closing the door to press your forehead against the cool wood.

“Jess…listen. It’s over. No…no…no matter what you say, I can’t do this to her again. I told you last time was the last time. I love Y/N and I am going to be honest and tell her everything.” 

You don’t hear Sam’s words while you stand under the shower, hating you missed another chance to have a nice morning.

“What do you mean with responsibility…oh—fuck…” The phone call ends, and Sam falls onto the bed, cradling his head. “How can she be pregnant…?”

“Mary, I came here to ask you a few questions about Sam.” Mary is not happy to see you. Her eyes are cold as always when she sees you, especially when her eyes land on the ring you are still wearing.

“Great timing, I was just about to leave.” She spats and you need all your strength to force a smile on your lips. “Make it quick or leave it.”

“I came here to ask you if…” You want to shelter her, want to be considerate but then you remember – Sam is dead. There is no need to play nice with Mary any longer.

“Did you know Sam was cheating on me? Did you know all his trips to California weren’t for his job? Did you know about the million dollars on his account?”

“I knew about the money and if my son cheated on you, it was your fault. No satisfied and happy man cheats on his fiancé. I always knew Sam…” You don’t need to hear more, or rather you don’t want to so you jump up, startling Mary.

“You know what, Mary. I always tried, for Sam’s sake of course, to be nice. I swallowed every insult, every criticism coming out of your mouth. But and that’s a tragedy, Sam is dead.

The man I loved with all my heart, the one I would’ve died for is gone. There is no reason to play nice any longer.”

Sliding the ring down your finger you toss it into Mary’s face. “I know you didn’t like it when Sam asked for your grandmother's ring. Take it back and shove it up your stiff ass.

I hated you from the first moment I met you and you had nothing better to do than criticize my dress which, by the way, Sam chose that night.

I hate that you never gave me a chance to prove to you that Sam is the man I love. I loved him, even though, I did not know about the money he owned. I loved him unconditionally but he, Sam, cheated on me, for years with a girl leaving him.”

Mary doesn’t get the chance to say something as you storm out of the house, without looking back. You are free to go, free to hate Mary Campbell.

“Sweetheart?”

Dean watches you storm out of the house. He offered to drive your car as you were too nervous. “Y/N? What happened?”

“Mary Campbell was a bitch, as usual. She blamed me for Sam’s betrayal. What did I expect?” Huffing you watch Mary follow you toward your car.

“She’s a bitter woman, never smiled when I was around. No matter what I did, it was just not enough, just like with Sam.”

Tears run down your cheeks when Dean opens the door to the passenger seat for you. “Maybe she was right and Sam was too good for me…”

Dean’s eyes meet Mary’s and he can see guilt coloring her features. “Long time no see, Mrs. Campbell. I guess you will ask me to leave your ground again? I was never good enough for Sammy either, got it.”

“Well..uh-you see…” You can hear Jimmy stammer when you and Dean enter the house. “Sam, he’s kinda…”

“I don’t know how to tell you but, Sam died on his way back home. Car accident. Someone rammed his car, it got totaled.” Benny clears his throat when you enter the living room. “Y/N…”

“Jimmy, Benny.” Nodding at your friends you wonder whom they were talking to. “Do we have a guest?” When a woman gets up from the couch to face you, your breath hitches in your throat.

“Hi, uh-Y/N. My name is Jess and I was looking for Sam Campbell.” Jess searches your face, but then her eyes drop to the white stripe at your finger. “I am sorry for coming here during such a dark time but…”

“I get it. My fiancé came to California, fucked the life out of you, and oh…” Pointing toward her swollen belly you huff. “Congratulations, he knocked you up. Can this day get any better?”

You storm toward your room, or rather Sam’s former room, ignoring Jimmy calls your name. “Let me handle this. Great job letting her in…”

Dean runs after you, almost tripping over his feet to enter the room before you can slam the door shut. “Sweetheart…let me in…”

“I…I can’t believe he knocked her up, Dean. Kids were out of the question for at least three or four more years according to Sam.” 

Sobs wreck your body and you throw yourself into Dean’s arms.

“Every day I learn more about Sam, a man I believed I know inside and outside. Now I know – I never knew the real Sam…”

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[cosmic-has-moved]

The Vamp N Wolf - Chapter 5

Link to the Ao3 version: HERE

It had only been a few minutes since the Mistress read and put away Hayden’s documents in a safe place, now all she needed to do was look for the maid mentioned in the files.

The rooms where the servants stay were at the other side of the castle in the basement, the room was reasonably big, with single beds against the wall starting from the room entrance to the bathroom. Bending down to enter the room, Alcina began examining the beds, most of her findings were only letters, snacks, books and personal toys.

Nearly giving up on the short investigation, she noticed a loose brick next to the bed on the right of the entrance. Removing said brick had confirmed her suspicions, a secret hole that had contained a syringe and a medium sized jar half-filled with what could definitely be her blood.

Grabbing the items and placing them on the bed, she examined the end of the bed. When a maid is hired, a small board with their name written is place at the end bed frame. There was a board there, but it was from the previous maid before she was used for food.

This could only mean that the maid in question was placed here during the draining process, quite sneaky of Mother Miranda.

Now the only thing the Mistress needed to do was find this maid, luckily for her it was easy. A scent of vanilla mixed with blood coming from the bathroom had been filling her nose, a scent she had made for the uniforms to help keep track of them for wolves and herself. Making her way to the bathroom and bending down, she peeked her head in before going in.

Glancing over at the shower stalls, she noticed a few strands of tied up hair in one of the stalls, bingo. Walking over to the stall and gripping the door, she tore the door open and stared down at the maiden.

The woman sat on the floor covering her mouth and trembling, it was clear that she as hiding from her. With a swift hand movement, Alcina held the maid up up the collar. The Mistress knew what all her maids looked like, this one not one of them.

“So I take it you’re the one Mother Miranda sent?” The tall Mistress asked, watching the terrified girl tremble in her grip.

Stammering out her words, the maid answered. “Ye-Yes, Madam.” She gasped in terror as her grasp she was held at got tight. “I-I was only doing what she told me to do, I swear!” She cried out loud before whimpering in silence.

Giving a slight knowing nod, Alcina dropped her. “Thought as much, but did she plan on picking you up or leave you here to stay?”

Looking down at the ground, not daring to look at the Mistress in the eyes. “She had promised to bring me back home when she next arrives here.”

A smirk formed on the pale lady’s face, “Well she was just here before, she must’ve forgotten about you.” She extended her claw and lifted the young girl’s chin, her face now filled with shock. “Or she lied to you. If that’s the case, I guess I’ll have to show you what I do to unwanted guest.”

Lifting her clawed hand up, she watched as the poor maid sat there too scared to move. “No hard feelings, sweetie.”

___

Nibbling on her thumb making sure to clean it of remaining blood, Alcina stood back as the servants took care of the body. Cassandra standing next to her, eyeing her shiny new necklace.

“Looks like Hayden finally finished it.”

Her ears perked up upon hearing that and she looked down at her daughter. “You knew about this?” She gently held the jewelry under her index finger.

Cassandra smiled and nodded. “I helped him with the flower design, he’s been stuck on it for a while because you liked a lot of flowers.” She turned her head away. “I only mentioned that it was that specific one you really loved.”

Huffing out a smile, she patted her child’s head. “I love it.”

“MOTHER!”

The two looked at the source of the distasteful screech. It was Daniela, holding up a torn up and slobber covered brown skirt. It was rather ugly.

“Look at what the mutt did to my skirt!” She shouted angrily.

…

“Let’s take that as a blessing, Daniela.” Alcina responded while holding back a giggle.

Too bad Cassandra could hold it back, she burst into laughter whilst pointing at her younger sister.

Even more angered by their reactions she growled. “This is serious!”

Calming down from her fit, the youngest replied back. “You’re right, it is. A wolf have better fashion sense than you.”

That’s when their Mother decided to let her fits of laughter out, to Daniela’s great dismay as she continued to whine.

___

It had been a few hours after the maid incident, it was easily and quickly dealt with thankfully enough.

After the clean up the daughters were called to the family room, Alcina sat on her chair and waited for them. They were quick to arrive, their expressions of worry visible.

Waiting for them to sit down on the couch, she spoke up. “I think it’s about time I tell you three what’s going on, this involves Mother Miranda and Hayden.” Getting out her cigarette holder that already had a stick in and lit it up.

The three were confused at first but still responded. Bela being the first one to. “Does it involves that conversation you had with her, about Hayden being given your blood?”

The Mistress took a puff of her smoke and exhaled. “Mother Miranda has been using Hayden for an experiment, he’s a full wolf but has my blood running through him.” Glancing at their shocked looks, she continued. “I don’t know how he’s surviving, but the thing is that she’s using him to make a vampire and wolf breed.”

Daniela butted in “But wasn’t the first experiment related to that a complete failure? Why is she doing it again?”

Alcina sighed “She wants to make an army that only obeys her, the mixed race part is most likely because she knows they’ll be more powerful. I’m against the idea for reasons, but I can’t stop it.” Taking another drag of her cigarette and blowing out the smoke. “But the main point here is that no matter what, Hayden shouldn’t be treated more than just a lab rat, he’s your brother and my son. Treat him with the same respect we give each other, understand?”

The three looked at each other, Cassandra and Bela nodding before Daniela hesitantly did so as well. “We understand, Mother.”

Putting her cigarette away and standing up off her chair, she walked over to her daughters and knelt down to hug them tight, kissing them on their foreheads. Them loudly protesting from the embarrassing motherly embrace. It would take some good scrubbing to get the lipstick off her foreheads.

___

A day had now passed and Mother Miranda had kept her words. Hayden had returned home, granted he did look drained but overall he was in one piece and that was all that mattered.

Hayden upon walking into the Dimitrescu castle was to rest in his room, Alcina had made sure he was comfy after what she assumed to be a rough night. She helped him to bed and let him fall asleep, Hayden immediately passed out upon his head hitting the pillow.

The Mistress left the room and closed the door, quietly wishing him to rest well. After that she made her way to her room, the castle needed a new servant.

It was around dinner time was when Hayden surfaced, the smell must’ve woken him up judging by the bed hair. Sadly enough for him Alcina told him to wash up before eating, which he hesitantly did.

___

The next day, it was also the day Alcina decided to let Hayden be the one to interview newcomers for work. She of course watched from afar making sure nothing went wrong, he had been doing a great job so far to the Mistress’s relief.

After the interview was done and Hayden sent them off, Alcina waited for him to come with the results. Watching him come inside and to the balcony she was on.

“So.” Alcina poured her son a glass of wine and gestured him to sit next to her. “Anyone of interest?”

Complying with her and sitting down, Hayden gave her the resumes he had picked out. “A lot of boring ones that don’t have experience, but I did find three of interest.” Picking up his drink he continued. “Claire Velvetine, Sarah Jinkins and Velma Dalph.”

Looking over at the files and pondered on who to choose, they only needed one maiden, but it was tempting to hire these. “Oh I hate these decision making moments.” Cupping her chin and huffing in slight frustration. “I suppose I’ll go with Claire Velvetine, she seems to know what she’s doing.”

Hayden agreed while sipping his drink before placing the cup down. “Figured you will, you always go for the young lookin’ ones.” He said before chuckling. Well he wasn’t wrong.

“As long as they’re legal, everything will be fine.” Alcina said before taking a sip of her drink. “That does remind me. Before moving here, do you remember your previous area of living?” Putting her glass down, the Mistress stared at him and noticed a slight change to his expression.

Hayden blinked a few times and furrowed his brows before averting his eyes away from hers, nibbling on his bottom in thought. “It’s a bit fuzzy, but I do remember being in a stone room, different from yours.” He looked up at her and tilted his head “And after that I woke up in front of you. That’s all I can remember.”

Tilting her head and cupping her chin, the Mistress began thinking “If that’s all you remember, than I won’t have to worry about questioning you.” Getting up off her chair and grabbing her cup, she continued “I may have to ask her myself.” and with that, she walked inside.

Hayden sat there visibly confused, “Question me on what?”

___

A few days have passed by now and life has been normal so far. The new maiden that had been hired has been a wonderful job and been handling the daughters without breaking a sweat, she’s definitely a keeper.

Nothing of interest has happened, besides Hayden growing more and more interested in the new Maiden. He should know by now that the Mistress is always the first one to taste the servants, but werewolves are always kinda possessive. Alcina might have competition.

___

24th of March 2019, a whole year had passed now. Alcina sat at her desk going through book on animal anatomy, she was invested in it until she heard a knock at the door.

Closing the door she called to the person to come in, it was Hayden. “What is it, Hayden?”

Walking over to her and sitting on her bed, he got out a piece of folded paper. “I did some more patrolling and noticed a few more empty underground huts, so I copied the map of the castle and drew where each hut was located.” He unfolded the paper and gave it to her.

Looking at the sketchy mess of the map, Alcina examined where he drew the huts. They were surrounding the village and castle. Letting out a huff she gave the map back to him and crossed her arms. “Sneaky bastards, I’ll have to send someone down to investigate.” Standing up off her bed, Hayden replied “I’ll investigate them, I have a good sense of the area.” He gave her a smirk “And I found them myself, so I at least gotta search them.”

Mirroring his smirk, the Mistress tilted her head. “Alright, but take one of your sisters, it’s always a good idea to have a back up.”

Nodding in understanding, he left the room. Getting up off her chair and standing at the window, Alcina sighed. “If they managed to get six huts around my castle without getting caught, I’m gonna have to prepare the kids for a break in.”

___

Now was finally the time for Alcina to do something she’s been putting off for way too long. Paperwork.

She sat there signing the paperwork, bored out of her brain. Drinking her wine and rubbing the bridge of her nose, “Why must I do this to myself?” She asked herself before finishing her red liquid goodness. The good news is that she only had sixty pieces of paper to sign, that was her only light of hope.

Gulping down her wine, she went back to work. Until there was a knock at the door, sighing at the sudden interruption. She called the person in and was happy to see that it was Claire Velvetine, her wonderful work had given the tall Mistress a bit of relief and respect towards her.

Bowing to her and going to work cleaning the office, the brunette began humming. The Maiden would hum around the Mistress after knowing that it kept her calm, Alcina enjoyed it. Calmly she continued working.

After she was done writing and putting her quill away, Alcina looked over at Claire who was cleaning bookshelf behind her. Sitting back and closing her eyes, she let the hum invade her ears.

Suddenly the humming stopped and Alcina opened her eyes to see why she stopped, the maiden had finished cleaning and was putting the last book she had dusted back in. “I am done, my lady.” Claire bowed “I’ll now be going to clean the family room.”

Seeing a chance knowing that Hayden wasn’t around and her daughters being busy, The Mistress shoot her shot. “Thank you, but may I ask where you managed to hum like that?” Resting her chin on her palm and crossing her legs in her chair, she smirked. “A lot of the servants here hum as well, but yours seem to catch my interest.”

The maiden smiled in response, “Why thank you, my lady. I started practicing when I was quite young, my little brother would often have night terrors and being in the same room with him, I would sing to him.”

Arching her brow in interest, Alcina asked. “Such responsibility for a child.” She stood up off her chair and walked closer to her, kneeling down to the young woman’s eye level and grasping her chin. The maiden blinked at her but still remained calm. “Why not come to my bed chambers tonight and give me a show?” Her ears perked upon the woman’s brown eyes glancing at her crimson lips.

Claire looked back up at her slightly wide eyed and became flustered, but she still responded. “Why I would like to, Mistress.” She gently removed Alcina’s hand from her face and smirked. “I am afraid that I prefer being taken to dinner first.” Turning around and opening the door, the maiden left.

The Mistress bit her bottom lip and covered her mouth, she had struck something she hadn’t struck before in a long time. “Oh I am definitely keeping you, Claire,” She playfully purred to herself, she would’ve been mad at the reject, but she can’t blame a lady for wanting dinner first.

Standing up straight and clearing her throat, Alcina walked out of her office and towards her room. “While I’m free I better go check that book.” She went to grab her door handle

and stopped getting a sudden wave of worry, a feeling that she couldn’t shake.

___

Instinctively she walked inside her room and looked out her window, in the far distance there was a trail of smoke coming from the tress. Right where one of the secret huts were.

Grabbing her coat and getting the other girls, Alcina ran to the location of the smoke. Praying that her children weren’t harmed. Bela and Cassandra followed behind her, both just as worried.

Running close to the location Alcina saw Hayden in his werewolf form on top of Daniela, he was covering her body from the sunlight while dragging himself up to the shade, collapsing upon getting his top half away from the sun. As the three got close and pulled them into the shade, Alcina saw pieces of shrapnel and debris into Hayden’s back as he slowly transformed back to normal, his torn clothes failing to cover his nude body.

Getting him off of Daniela and laying him down on his chest, she got a good of the damage. From the distance was an explosion hole, there must’ve been a bomb in there. Daniela was knocked out with a bloody broken nose and her left leg burnt from not being covered quick enough, overall she was still in one piece. Bela wrapped her sisters leg with a cloth and got Cassandra’s help to carry her.

Hayden’s back area was horribly burnt, Alcina gently pulled the broken pieces out of his back before picking him up with her coat but made sure not to touch his back. The Mistress looked at her injured kids and bit her bottom lip in guilt, they were fine but they’re still hurt.

After checking for more wounds, Alcina, Bela and Cassandra carried the two back to the castle. The servants were quick to get the tools needed to help them and ready their beds.

___

Daniela laid in her bed still unconscious, her leg bandaged up and resting on top of a cushion. Her mother sitting next to her bed holding a small cup of blood, sprinkling a few herbs in it before stirring it with her finger.

Her and Hayden have been asleep for about a day now, Alcina hadn’t been able to sleep yet and has been doing nothing but look over the two. Tapping her finger on the edge of the glass to get the liquid off, she perked up seeing Daniela stir awake.

“Dani?”

Cracking her eyes open and looking at her mother, Daniela sat up whilst groaning in discomfort. “Mother?” She mumbled before resting her head against the bed frame.

Smiling in relief at her daughter finally being conscious, she swiftly placed the cup on her bedside table and hugged her tight. “I am so glad you’re alright, Dani.” She said to her child as she planted kisses on her cheek.

Not having enough energy to fight back, Daniela accepted the hug before grabbing the cup of blood. “Ohhh blood drink.” She took a sip and immediately yelped in disgust. “Oh god it’s medicine blood!”

Chuckling as Alcina let go and she patted her shoulder, she thought Daniela would’ve gotten use to the blood medicine by now, but she guessed she thought wrong. She gave Daniela sometime to fully awake before asking what happened.

After finishing the drink and grimacing from the taste, Daniela suddenly darted her head to her mother, a look of concern on her face. “Wh-Where’s Hayden?” She went to get off the bed but flinched to a stop upon her leg throbbing in pain. “Ah fuck!”

Quickly putting her daughter back in the resting position, she did wonder why Daniela had grown concerned for him knowing that the two don’t get along, She smirked at the thought that her feral like daughter had finally started to like Hayden. “He’s in his room recovering.” A serious look now formed on the tall Mistress’s face. “Daniela, what happened?”

___

Dragging her feet on the snow covered ground, the redhead groaned in annoyance. “Why did I agree to this again?” She stared at Hayden who was just looking around cautiously. “What are we even doing again?”

The young man sighed, “I told you just five minutes ago that we’re going to investigate one of the underground areas.” He stopped near a weirdly shaped pile of snow and kneeled down. “You don’t have to help, just sit back while I do the work. I’m only bringing you because Mother said so.” Digging his hand through the pile and tugging on something, opening a steel door leading to an underground room.

This suddenly peaked the woman’s interest as she was the first one to enter it, to Hayden’s protest of course. “Heck yeah! A secret room!” Examining the room eagerly, she huffed disappointingly upon realizing that it was practically a modern office with a fridge, bathroom and a bed. “Oh come one!” She exclaimed loudly. “At least have a naughty magazine damn it!”

Closing the entrance after walking in and going over to her, Hayden began looking around. “I did warn you that it’ll be boring.” Walking up to the old fashioned computer and pressing a few buttons, he gestured to the bulky device. “Here, I put a game on for you. Play while I look.”

Already on the chair in front of the computer, she eagerly played whatever game he had put on for her. “Heck yeah! Prepare to die, zombies.” She cackled loudly as her baby brother looked around the small bunker. The quietness being broken by the electronic sound effects from the computer.

Hayden chuckled “Never took you for a video game person.” He asked before tearing the bed.

“When I get the chance I play, Mother isn’t a fan of modern technology and doesn’t allow things like game consoles in our home.” Daniela groaned in annoyance after getting killed in game. “Some of our victims have such devices and we play with them a bit before Mother destroys them. She can be very lame sometimes.”

Opening the fridge door and riffling through it, secretly nibbling on the edible snacks in there. “Wow that’s sad, maybe we should try to convince her.” Hayden closed the door and walked over the desk, going through the drawers. “And if that fails, I’m good at finding hidden places.”

Daniela giggled “Oh I would love to see you try to do that, she has a thing for knowing all of her castle’s room.”

“Still worth a shot.” Hayden went back to the bed and lifted it up.

Rolling her eyes, the woman replied. “Okay than.” She smiled.

It only took about an hour for Daniela to get bored of the game and groaned loudly, “Uuuuuuugh! This is boring.” Leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling, she noticed the vents and began thinking. “You think they’ll hide stuff in vents?”

Putting down the bed and dusting himself, Hayden walked over to her. “I mean I guess so.” He looked up at where she was staring and crossed his arms, the vent door was too small for him to fit in and he knew that. “You need a lift?”

Sliding off the chair and standing up, she gestured him to come closer. “Yeah, give me a lift.” She let Hayden come close to her and hop onto his shoulders, gently lifting the crate up she looked inside.

The first thing Daniela saw upon peaking her head was a small device with a beeping red light on it, “Hay-” Before she could finish herself, she got tugged down close to Hayden’s chest before hearing an ear piercing explosion.

When she opened her eyes all she could see was fur, ashy blonde fur. Her body felt tight from being squeezed closed and her left leg stinging like hell just like her nose, she could only smell her own blood.

She felt herself getting dragged, hearing a croaky distorted voice quietly calling her name. She could’ve sworn it sounded like Hayden, she couldn’t be fully sure as she lost consciousness again.

___

Daniela finished retelling what she could remember to her mother and sisters. “And I guess that’s it.” She said before eating a small piece of meat, her face frowning a bit. It wasn’t fully clear, but Alcina felt as if Daniela could’ve felt guilty about Hayden being harmed from protecting her. She didn’t need to express this as her other daughters teased her about it.

“So Hayden’s finally growing on you.” Cassandra asked with a grin before getting a pillow thrown in the face as a response.

“Well now she has too because he nearly got his whole back destroyed.” Bela added before getting a soft punch in the chest by Daniela.

“Calm down, girls.” Alcina added before speaking more. “So from what we know now, these huts have emergency bombs in them. I just hope they don’t send signals out, that’ll just be icing to the annoying cake.”

Laying down on her bed and stretching, Daniela scratched her stomach. “Eh, if they come we’ll just eat them.”

Alcina got up off the seat and sighed “Well the main thing right now is that you’re okay.” She walked over to the door. “Now rest up, I’ll go check up on Hayden.” She said before walking out of the room and closing the door, leaving the three alone.

___

Standing at the doorway of Hayden’s bedroom, Alcina watched as two of the maidens tended to Hayden’s wounds. Removing old bandages and applying the needed medicine before wrapping him back up, she was thankful that the maidens were gentle.

After they were done and packed up, one maiden left while the other, Claire, stayed. The brunette moved the young man’s head up to remove the pillow and fluffed it up before putting it back under his head. She even made sure he was in a breathable position giving that he was resting on his front, the Mistress appreciated it deeply.

Turning to the Mistress and bowing, Claire went to walk out of the room but stopped to say something. “His breathing is at a normal pace and I’ve noticed his eyelids moving a bit, He’ll most likely wake up later today.”

Alcina smiled at Claire as she left, it was now only her and Hayden. Closing the door and grabbing a chair, she sat next to the sleeping man and watched his back move from his steady breathing.

“You’ve saved one of my daughters and are left unconscious in bed again, Hayden.” She let out a soft chuckle. “It better not be a pattern, patterns like this never end good.” Stroking his hair, the Mistress began humming softly.

She continued humming for a while before slowly coming to a stop, leaning in close to his face moving his fringe out of the way, she planted her lips on his forehead. “Rest well, sweetie.” The Mistress stood up off the chair and left the room, making sure to close the door for his privacy.

[silverstudios]

Keeper (Watcher Wednesday)

Danny just blinked. 

"I...The council wants me to meet someone???" She turned to look at Panoptos, eyebrow raised and confusion lacing her words. 

"Yes. Since you've proven to be a worthwhile asset, even if you're a glass cannon," he snickered and floated around her, easily dodging the half hearted swipe, "They believe it to be the best if you are acquainted with the others." 

"Okay, I guess that makes sense." It really didn't but she was too tired to argue. She hummed, looking back at the gurgling coffee pot. "Can I change out of my pjs and eat first or is it a Do it right now sorta thing?" 

"You can finish your morning rituals, but be quick about it." Panoptos scoffed, but she was fairly certain he was just giving her a hard time. She shrugged and raced upstairs to grab her hoodie and more fitting pants for the occansion, cause she's fairly certain whoever this "Keeper" was, they won't be okay with fluffy kitty cat Pjs. Oh, and the bracelet. 

She took a second to study it. A gem held in what she could only image as a metal claw, the shiny blackness looking somewhat organic. She knew that it was a tracker and a way to call for backup, but it was still interesting.

"Your machine is making strange sounds!" She almost jumped and shook her head, placing the black bracelet on, hiding it under her sleeves as she trotted down the stairs. 

The strange sound was the coffee pot saying it was out of water, so Danny just grinned. "Don't worry, it's fine. It's not gonna explode." 

Panoptos gave her a glare, crossing his arms. "Tick tock, human." 

Danny just snickered and grabbed a yogurt along with the creamer. "I'm hurrying I'm hurrying. You're the one who always gets on my case for not eating." 

"Because humans need nutrients and you're defective for not taking them in." He had come over to lurk over her shoulder, a hand barely resting on her right shoulder. His more common position, and she could feel him judging her lifestyle choices as she mixed yogurt as fast as she could. 

"If you're gonna judge my choices, the least you could do is grab the metal pink cup. Please." 

She noticed him pause for a second before snatching the thermal mug and setting it down. Politeness, Something he's learning is normal for humans.

"Thank you." She hummed, getting a small hum as a respond. She filled it quickly and tossed the emptied yogurt container in the bin. 

"You ready now?" He sighed, tapping his wrist.

"Yes Panoptos, I'm ready now." She rolled her eyes, offering her arm toward the snickering form. He grabbed it, and she took a deep breath. 

She had learned so much over these few months, and one of the main things she learned was simple. She hates moving between worlds. 

The swirling void that came made her hair stand on end, fight or flight shrieked like a dying rabbit and her senses trembled trying to understand. During it all, she held tight to Panoptos, and he didn't complain like normal. He even encouraged it, grasping at her hand if she even remotely loosened her grip.

And then, the fiery plains of the council realm appeared around them and Danny realized a breath she had been unaware of holding. Panoptos had let go, and had floated ahead of her just a little bit. 

"Follow me, and do try to keep up. Getting lost isn't pleasant." He hummed, floating side to side as he waited. 

Danny stretches and nods, getting ready to speed walk after him. As they get going, she does notice that things seem a bit more...Active? There weren't more people around, no gatherings. The air just felt more energetic?

"Is there an event or something?" She asked, glancing around the lava pools as they pop and growl. 

Panoptos glanced at her, slowing slightly so he would fly next to her. "The horsemen were sent to go capture a troublesome demon Lord, does that count under something?" 

"I guess." She shrugged. "I just...I don't know, it just felt different." 

"Felt? Like that time you "felt" that the watchers were sad?" He grumbled, using air quotes. He was still fairly certain Danny was faking that. 

"Yes. I know you don't believe it, but I'm telling you that humans can feel environments and the emotions of those in it." She hummed, hands going into her pocket. 

He just flapped his wings louder and went back ahead of her. Danny just smirked and followed. 

At least, Until two figures attached themselves to her back. She barely managed not to scream, instead a short yelp escaped as she staggered forward before being tugged backward. 

"Hello Danny." Two voices purred in time, even as Panoptos spun around with his claws up. His alarm vanished quickly, replaced with a look of annoyance. 

"I've told you two to stop that!" He hissed, flying over to scold the two giggling watchers. "One of these days you're either going to get hurt or going to hurt her!" 

"Apologies, apologies." The one on her right giggled. 

"We couldn't help yourselves!" The left added on, laying his head on her shoulder. "We were merely excited." 

"It's been awhile since we've seen her!" Right finished, giggling as he hid behind her. 

"I get that." Danny sighed, patting the left for a second. "Just, please give me a warning." 

"Why are you two even here?" Panoptos grumbled. 

"We are heading to the keeper!" Right lifted his head. 

"The horsemen successfully captured Dlarr!" Left clapped his hand. 

"We were ordered to give a heads up" 

"Oblivion seems to be his punishment." 

Danny blinked as Panoptos seemed to falter, before chuckling darkly. 

"After all that demon has caused? I fully support the council's choice!" He wheezed, almost leaning over. 

"....I feel like I'm missing context." Danny looked between the three, head tilted and eyebrow raised. "What does Oblivion mean?" 

Panoptos gave his best evil grin, impressive for a being with no mouth, and laughed softly. 

"Oh, I guess I failed to give you the full title of the being we are to visit."

"The keeper of oblivion, the jailer and executor of the charred council~"

…

It had taken about 10 minutes, maybe more maybe less, time didn't seem to make sense here; until the group had reached the cave. 

Danny had blinked, until it finally clicked. "People live here?" 

The Watcher's cackled at her responds, only Panoptos gave her an understanding nod. 

"A shock, yes, but this place is survivable." Was his response, dragging her into the cave system. She had barely noticed the changes until she noticed the runes and the metal gate ahead. Panoptos and the watchers didn't seem to care, one going to pull something. Watching the gate open, Danny somehow just knew it wasn't meant to stop people from entering. 

The three seemed to know where to go, and so they didn't hesitate to drag her through hallway after hallway, passing by runes with ease and giggling to each other. Much like her first time exploring this realm, Danny felt lightheaded, out of control and just a bit like she was having an out of body experience. The good kind not the Vulgrim trying to rip her soul out kind. 

And just like before, she was snapped back into focus by bumping into the stopped watchers. Thankfully not Panoptos this time. 

The door was black, much like her bracelet, and covered from top to bottom with runes. She could feel the magic, and if she, a Human, could feel it then it has to be really magical. Panoptos was knocking, but there was no sound. 

"Um...Why-?" 

"Don't worry human, They know." He hummed, glancing back. "I just realized this is going to be your first time seeing a maker." 

The Watchers looked at her, swaying a bit. 

"Oh goody! We get to see her reaction!"

"What fun!" 

"...The heck is a Mak-?" Before she could finish, the gate had started to move. Had she not caught it out of the corner of her eye, she won't have known as it remained completely silent. 

And Danny almost gasped at who was opening it. Her first thought was simple. "Holy shit you're massive" she whispered, eyes locked on the golden haired giant of a man. The two Watchers proceed to cackle, one of them having to use his friend for support. 

Panoptos had just chuckled, then his attention went to the confused giant. "Hello Berrarris. Pardon the human, You're the first Maker she's ever met. Is your master in?" 

"Yes, he is." Berrarris glanced down at Danny. "I'm going out on a leg here, but she is the one all your watchers can not stop speaking of, Sir Panoptos?" 

"I knew you all were gossiping" Panoptos glanced at the giggling watchers, then back. "Yes. Human, how about you introduce yourself?" 

Danny gulped, and stepped forward to look at the giant. His skin was rusty, eyes pearl like. "Um...Hi. I'm Danielle, but please call me Danny." 

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Danny." He nodded down at her with a small grin before moving out of the way. "He might not be pleased with so many guests." 

"These two are just here to give a heads up, we all just happened to be heading the same way." Panoptos hummed, dragging Danny and by extension the watchers attached to her, through the gate and then following Berrarris. 

"Does this heads up involve the latest troublesome demon?" He asked, leading the way through halls of inventions. 

"Ah, You're a smart one. Yes." Danny almost glared at Panoptos, no need to be snarky. Though, The maker didn't seem to mind. Maybe he is used to it? 

"Any word on the punishment?" The maker asked

"Oblivion seems to be in the air." The three shadowy creatures answered. He didn't respond, but Danny saw his shoulders tense up. And then they reached a door, and he looked at them all. 

"Please remain here" he goes through and closes it, leaving them in silence. 

"....Should I be concerned about what Oblivion is?" 

"... Yes and no. It's good to worry, But as long as you stay on the council's good side, you'll never have to fear this fate." That has to be the most serious she's ever heard Panoptos sound. 

And then the door opens again, and she's dragged in. She blinked at the keeper, or at least who she assumes to be the keeper. The first thought was that he reminded her of Death. The mask and the thinnest of him is what brought the horseman to mind to begin with, but then just the air around him…

"Hello, Keeper." Panoptos hummed, pushing the two Watchers ahead. " You  have some messengers, the meet and greet can wait." 

Danny watched, head tilted until she took in the room. And saw a mirror…

No, that isn't a mirror…

It showed only darkness, not shadow, not the lack of light. Darkness.

She stared at it, and felt her heart rate kick up, hands began to tremble. Hair stood on end, Flight and fight shrieking and begging To Run, but the darkness stood tall, still, but slowly closing in, the lack of sound, the smell and taste of copper.

A young, small girl stared back at her from the mirror, mouth moving but no sound to hear. She had to help, she had to run, she had to help she had to run she had to help she had to-

"DANIELLE!!" 

she blinked, and found herself held against a metal covered chest.  Her heart tried to escape her ribcage, the beating painful and her lungs shrieking. Her eyes were blurry and stung, and she was aware of the lingering taste and smell of copper. A few hands held her, two on each arm, one on her back and one keeping her head down. She could hear speaking, but it was suddenly too much effort to understand a single sound of it. 

Focus on her breathing. She struggled not to gasp and cough as she breathed, but she kept breathing in, wait 10 seconds, breathe out. Repeat. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip on whatever she was holding. 

Soon, her lungs stopped shrieking and her heart had backed down from heart attack speed. 

"Danny?" She opened her eyes, the swirling eyes of Panoptos stared down at her, orbiting each other in worry. "You back? Can you hear me?"

"I. Don't. Like. The. Mirror." She winced at the roughness of her voice, god whatever just happened screwed her up. 

"Yeah, um, You are Never going to see that again. I don't think Any of us can deal with that again." 

"Is she up?" A voice she didn't know spoke. 

"She's aware, yes. Am I going to let her go? No." 

"Understandable." 

Danny just held on, noticing her own trembling. She also noticed her nails were digging into a watcher's arm, and she instantly let go.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, only to be shushed. 

"You're fine, You're fine. You had no idea that was going to happen, You're fine." 

"None of us knew how a mortal would react." She can only assume that was the keeper. He sounded nice. "I think she should go rest." 

"Agreed. I must report to the council." Danny blinked as she's plucked from the ground, the room spinning at the sudden movement. She just closed her eyes…

…

...And proceeded to open them back in her bed, 10 watchers in the room, all of them concerned and instantly bombarded her with questions. 10 watchers, but no Panoptos. 

….

"You were correct about her reacting to it differently than immortal, my lords." Panoptos flew around the room, addressing each fiery head. "You were correct that it would be a negative reaction. We were all incorrect about the severity of the reaction." 

"Explain." 

"Of course, my lords. She became unresponsive the moment she saw the portal, she began to show signs of high distress and she even ended up bleeding. Not enough to be fatal, but enough to cause harm. Even after her sight was removed from the portal to oblivion, She stayed unresponsive for another 30 minutes." Panoptos took a breath, settling in the center of the platform. "I do not believe she should be near oblivion again, for even such a short exposure to the closed portal caused her to be lost. Only reason no more harm came was because I noticed it quick enough." 

"I do not wish to know what would happen if the portal was open." 

"You may go, Panoptos. We will consider this." 

"Thank you, my lords." With a bow, he raced off. And once out of earshot, he growled.

[emwritesfootball]

Sober Chemistry | Dele Alli

You and Dele have always shared nervous glances and laughs from your chemistry, both being in the same friendship group is hard for you, you are intimidated by him and the confident women he normally goes for and he isn't sure whether you like him. However, one night when he has to pick you up because you're drunk and your mutual friend (who was meant to pick you up asked Dele) you suddenly start telling him that it is annoying how hot he is. He takes you to his house and tucks you up and is such a gentleman trying to help get your makeup off and put you in his comfy clothes whilst covering his eyes. Meanwhile you are trying to undress him. He tells you to tell him in the morning when you're sober. In the morning you are so embarrassed but despite your hangover you somehow have the best long awaited and steamy morning sex (after you have showered)

- - - 

You couldn’t describe how Dele made you feel other than a heady combination of intimidated and turned on. There was something about him that captivated and intrigued you, but you’d always felt like you were out of his league - you saw the type of girls that hung around him and you knew that if you weren’t in the same friendship group, Dele would never have given you the time of day. 

From the moment he’d met you, Dele had been unable to read you. He was never fully sure whether or not the glances were met for him, and you didn’t treat him any differently than any of the other men in the group. You weren’t like the girls he was always bringing around and he wanted to know more about you but he wasn’t sure if you’d ever give him the opportunity. 

Just when he was about to give up, the opportunity to get to know you more presented itself. He was having a lazy evening in after a mid-afternoon loss, sulking with Eric as the two of them went over plays and what could have been done better, when your friend called him.

“Hey, would you mind doing me a huge favour?” She asked, sounding stressed.

“Sure. What is it?” Dele replied, immediately expecting the worst.

“Could you pick up YN from the club? She’s drunk and normally I’d go get her but I gotta submit this assignment in the next hour.”

Dele’s heart started to race and he swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine. Where’s she at?” Your friend gave him the information and thanked him profusely before hanging up. Dele explained the situation to Eric who let his teammate go with a wave of his hand.

***

“You’re not my normal driver!” You slurred, stumbling into the front seat of Dele’s car, giggling as you tried to reach for the door but missed a few times. “Where’s my girl?”

“She’s tied up with uni stuff,” Dele explained, pulling out of his parallel parking spot and weaving his way into traffic. 

“And you were the first person she tried?!” You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Figures.”

“Figures what?” He asked, stopping at a red light and turning to look at you. 

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the headrest as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “That she’d send the hot one to come get me and see me in my worst state.”

“What?” Was all Dele could say, the word barely audible as he started to drive again when the light turned green.

“It’s annoying how hot you are,” you babbled, jumping from one emotion to the next so quickly thanks to the alcohol. You turned to face him, your eyes alight as you talked with your hands. “Seriously. I don’t get it. You’ve got all this-” you gestured to him in a long, hasty sweep of your hands, “-and you’ve always got such hot, confident girls around you, it’s infuriating,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “It’s infuriating that I’m not one of them.”

As soon as your rant had started, it was over and now you were distracted by some neon sign out the window or something and your drunk rambling was now all about that. Dele focused on the road, not letting his mind think too hard on what you’d said about him, knowing he’d be ruminating on it long after he got you to bed. 

“Wait,” you paused, looking at him again once he pulled into his driveway. “This isn’t my place.”

“You’re right,” Dele confirmed, cutting the engine. “It’s mine.” He got out and walked around to the passenger side to open the door and help you out. You stumbled into his arms, giggling as you looked up at him. 

“Ooh, are you gonna take me to bed, Dele Alli?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows at him. He flushed and you leaned against him so you could take off your shoes right there in his driveway. 

“Something like that,” he replied, clearing his throat. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you as he led you to the front door, putting an arm around your waist to steady you while he put his key in the lock.

“Am I sleeping in your bed?”

“N-no.” Dele led you down the hall to the guest bedroom, helping you sit down on the edge of the bed. “You’ll be sleeping in here.”

“Ooh, such a gentleman,” you cooed, lying back on the bed. You waved your arms as though you were making snow angels, enjoying the feel of the down comforter on your drunk, overstimulated body. 

Dele reappeared with a cloth that he handed to you. “For your makeup,” he explained when you gave him a puzzled look. 

You shook your head. “Too drunk.” You held the cloth back out to him. “Can you do it?”

Dele sighed, taking your chin in one hand and wiping the makeup wipe across your face with the other. He tried to ignore the sounds you made as he gently wiped the makeup off, but they all went straight to his dick. “Thank you,” you said when he was done, your voice cracking a little.

“You’re welcome.” Dele swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he walked back out of the bedroom. He adjusted himself as he went to pour you a glass of water and grab you some paracetamol. Before he went back, he grabbed you one of his shirts and his comfiest sweatpants, not wanting you to wake up cold.

“Here.” He set the clothes on the bed and shoved the water and pills in your hand. “Take these.”

You dutifully took the pills and drained the water glass, some of it spilling down onto your crop top. “Now I’m all wet,” you huffed, looking up at him before pulling off your crop top, sitting before him in your lacy bra. You reached for him, your fingers curling around the hem of his white t-shirt and you started to lift it up.

“What are you doing?” Dele asked, taking your wrists in his hands.

“Getting you naked.” You said it so casually, giving him a cheeky grin, but Dele didn’t want a confession like this. 

“No, you’re not.” He stepped back after prying your fingers from his shirt, his heart beating rapidly against his chest. “You’re going to change and then you’re going to bed.”

“Are you gonna sleep with me?” You asked, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“I’ll give you an answer once you’re ready for bed.”

That seemed to satisfy you and you changed as quickly as a sloppy drunk could, Dele standing with his back to you. “Done!” Dele turned back around, his breath hitching at the sight of you in his clothes. “So, are you going to sleep with me or not?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I’ll be sleeping in my own bed. We can talk about all this in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.” You pouted, crawling under the comforter and snuggling in. “Goodnight, Dele!” You called out as he shut off the lights and closed the door, his soft giggle and ‘Goodnight, YN’ the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

***

You woke up the next morning with a massive headache and a mouth as dry as the desert. “Fuck,” you cursed, trying and failing to shield your eyes from the sunlight that was pouring in. 

In a daze, you dragged yourself to the shower, barely able to figure out how to get it to run. You sighed as the steady stream of hot water calmed you down and centred you. Halfway through your shower, you remembered where you were and hid your face in your hands as bits and pieces of your memory started to come back.

After your shower, you felt a little less like death but you were still definitely hungover. You put on the t-shirt and sweats again, forgoing your dirty underwear. It felt dirty in a hot way to go commando, your stomach dipping as you caught sight of Dele making food in the kitchen. “Good morning,” you said, wincing at the sound of your own voice.

“Good morning.” Dele turned to give you a small smile before turning back to the eggs on the stove. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I expected,” you replied, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring yourself a cup. You gave him a shy smile over the rim of the mug after you took a sip. “Thanks.”

“So, uh, are we going to talk about last night?”  Dele asked, still focused on the food in front of him.

“What do you mean?” You still didn’t have your full memory of what had happened, but judging by Dele’s awkwardness, you’d obviously said more than you’d ever said while sober.

Dele turned off the stove, divvying up the eggs onto two plates and handed you one of them. “You, uh, said some things...last night.”

“I did?” You tried to play dumb, shoveling egg in your mouth so you didn’t have to say more.

“Yeah. Um, things about, uh, me and how hot you find me.”

You balked, blushing as you set your fork down and hid your face in your hands. “Oh, god. Really?”

Dele chuckled. “Really.”

“Well, fuck.”

When Dele spoke next, his voice was soft and hesitant. “You said you were jealous that you weren’t one of the hot girls I spent time with, and you tried to undress me and get me to sleep with you last night. Did you, uh... did you mean any of that?”

There wasn’t a way for you to hide any more, so you just had to own up to your words and face the consequences. You took a long sip of your coffee before answering, steeling your nerves. “Yes, Del. I meant all of it.”

All the air left Dele’s lungs at your confirmation. It took him a few seconds to process your words, his gaze searching your face for any hint of hesitation or deceit. When he found none, he leaned over, taking your face in his hands. “If I kissed you now, would you let me?”

Your tongue peeked out to wet your bottom lip and you nodded. “Yes, Del. Kiss me, please.”

That was all he needed, one hand sliding back to cup your neck and pull you into him, the cool metal of his rings sending shivers down your spine.

“Not here,” Dele whispered, stopping you as you tried to hoist yourself up on the countertop. “Wanna fuck you right - in my bedroom.”

You followed Dele to his bedroom, the two of you kissing and touching the entire way. He was gentle, putting his hands and mouth all over your body, learning your body with every sound you made. You couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening, arching your back and burying your fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked at your clit. He let you cum, your pussy coating his lips in your juices as you bucked your hips and moaned his name. It wasn’t long after that that he was lining up his cock with your entrance and slipping inside you. 

Your nails raked down his back, Dele’s name on your lips as he thrust inside you. It felt so good and you were so turned on that it wasn’t long before you were cumming again, this time Dele in sync with you. “Fuck,” you moaned as Dele pulled out of you, tying off the condom and getting up to drop it in the bin. 

“That was hot,” he agreed, the bed dipping as he returned, covering your body with a his as he pulled you back in for another kiss. “Can’t wait to do it again.”

“Me either.”

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[nctloveclub]

satisfied

pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader

prompt: based off satisfied from hamilton

genre: angst; royal!au

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i watched hamilton on disney+ and the only reason why i watched it was to see satisfied in person, and let's say i was not disappointed

you walked your way towards the large grand doors, already hearing the music and chatter from the guests

you walked in the front, wearing an all too uncomfortable dress and too high shoes

you were the oldest of three sisters and your father had no sons, meaning your family was dependent on you to marry rich, well even richer

your father had decided to throw the ball because he deemed you old enough to get married and wanted to find you a suitable suitor

"ooh! i cant wait to get inside!" your youngest sister, lia, squeals, while your younger sister, mina, just sighs dreamily. "i cant wait for all the cute guys"

you roll your eyes at their antics, muttering about how these balls aren't all that

you make your way to the door and take a breath, the servant at door opens the grand-looking doors

you and your two sisters walk into view, the guests' eyes moving to your figures, quickly bowing slightly at your presence

you make your way down the stairs, giving your brightest smile to the people, bowing slightly to acknowledge them

your two sisters behind you giggle before rushing off to the dance floor, probably to go dance with each other

you laugh softly as you see the multiple boys move towards your sisters, hoping to gain their attention

the music is loud in the ballroom and you make your way towards your sisters before you stop, a figure approaching you

it's a young boy, probably your age and he's absolutely handsome. you feel your breath catch in your throat when he's suddenly in front of you

he bows and gently places a kiss on your hand and you feel your face heat up immediately

"hi m'lady." he smiles and you're frozen in shock you nearly forget your own name

you give him a smile in return, softly saying "hi". you feel your heart race in your chest as you take in his appearance

he's wearing a black suit, but you notice how it isn't as fancy as the other men in the room

you wonder if he's actually common rather than the noble folk your father usually invites

your thoughts are cut off when you hear him speak, "you strike me as someone who has never been satisfied."

you make face of confusion, "i beg your pardon? i'm sure i don't know what you mean." he laughs softly at your reaction.

"you're like me princess, i'm never satisfied." he replies. you raise a brow at him, bringing your hand to your chest teasingly, "is that right?"

he nods, "i have never been satisfied." you nod at his reponse before clearing your throat.

"my name is y/n, y/l/n y/n." you smile, bringing out your hand for him to shake. he gladly takes it

"taeyong, lee taeyong."

"where's your family from?" you ask taeyong. you notice his body stiffen for a moment before relaxing immediately. "that's unimportant princess," he laughs. "but my father is a blacksmith."

"is that so? how interesting." you smile at him. the two of you walk towards the dance floor, continuing to make small talk.

to be completely honest, he made you extremely nervous. he openly flirted with you as the two of you danced. it's obvious that he knows he's handsome and is using it to his advantage

the song comes to an end and he bows and you curtsey. he holds your hand one more time, moving to whisper in your ear. "it was a pleasure meeting you princess, and thank you for the dance."

you feel yourself blush furiously, "the pleasure is all mine." he smiles one last time before walking away, your eyes following his figure.

you turn around, spotting your sister, mina dancing with lia. you make your way towards them, stopping next to lia. "may i cut in?" you ask, mimicking the voice of a man.

"well of course sir." lia jokes before running off, you immediately taking her place. you and mina begin to dance to song currently playing, the two of you laughing loudly.

as you go to twirl mina, you lock eyes with taeyong. your sister stops before looking in the same direction, a gasp leaving her lips. she quickly takes your hands and drags you off the dance floor

your eyes are still on taeyong and his on you. you wanted nothing more than to walk over there and take him somewhere far away but you remember your sisters' presence.

you turn to face mina to question her before stopping, realizing the look on her face. the face of pure adoration and helplessness. your words were caught in your throat and you couldn't speak.

you notice the shine in her eyes as she looks at taeyong. she looked like she has fallen in love at first sight.

you observed her face before glancing back at taeyong. you make your way towards him, ignoring your sisters' pleas to stop you

but as you made your way towards him you realized three fundamental truths at the same time

you realized that you lived in a world where girls had to marry rich, hence why your father was throwing the damn ball in the first place

you were the oldest so your father was adamant on your marrying another prince to strengthen the kingdom. but taeyong wasn't a prince.

he wasn't rich but rather penniless. the gossip that would occur if the two of you got married. it would ruin you and your family. but that didn't stop your heart from racing at the sight of him

you stop in front of taeyong, and he smiles at your presence. "yes princess?" he asks. you don't reply, instead taking his arm and dragging him across the ballroom towards your sister

"where are you taking me?" he asks.

"i'm about to change your life." you reply simply, you feel his body relax in your grip.

"then by all means, lead the way."

the second thing you realized was that he was interested in you because you were royalty, if you got married, it would elevate his status

you realized you would have to be naive to set that aside. you realized that your father was depending on you, that you couldn't just marry any man. that in reality he was mostly interested in raising his own status

you realized that you never could've been with taeyong anyway.

you're cut out of your thoughts as mina introduces herself to taeyong

"y/l/n?" he questions and you nod. "my sister."

"thank you for coming to our ball." mina smiles

"if it takes a long journey for us to meet, it would have been worth it." he replies

"i'll leave you to it." you say, feeling your heart shatter at how quick he was to woo mina. you give your sister a smile before walking off, giving them their privacy

the last thing you realized was how well you knew your sister. you knew her like your own mind. you wouldn't be able to find anyone as trusting or as kind as her.

you knew that if you told her that you loved him she would put your happiness first. she would back off and let you be with him. she would say that she is fine but it's obvious to you that she is lying.

as tempting as it was, you couldn't do that to mina. the bond between the two of you was so strong, you both would've done the same thing for each other.

ultimately you decided to leave. as you left them you felt your heart break into two.

for the next three weeks, mina and taeyong had written letters to each other everyday. on the fourth, you and your sisters watched as taeyong asked for your father's blessing to marry mina.

now here you stand, watching the two people you love get married.

mina had chosen you as her maid of honor, and as you watch them recite their vows you can't help but cry.

you cry out of happiness for your sister and also for your own broken heart.

not a day goes by where you don't regret what happened that night at the ball

almost every single night since the ball, you've fantasized about taeyong's eyes. they were just as soft as you remembered. you romanticize what could've been if you didn't size him up so quickly

maybe if you weren't so quick to judge his status, maybe you would be the one in mina's place instead. maybe you would be the one to marry the love of your life.

but you realize that the past is the past, you can't go back and change what happened. so you look at the couple in front of you, observing the pure love in their eyes as they look at each other.

"at least mina is his wife. at least i get to keep taeyong's eyes in my life." you think to yourself

"excuse me!" mina calls to the crowd, you look back to her as she turns to look at you.

"i would like my maid of honor to say a few words." she says and you nod, "of course i do."

you take a step forward, facing the huge wedding crowd. you take a deep breath, turning to see the beloved couple already looking at you.

"To the groom! To the bride!" you say, the crowd repeating you after each statement.

"from your sister, who is always by your side."

"to your union and the hope that you provide."

you turn to face the married couple for your last statement, "may you always be satisfied."

"she'll be happy as his bride." you tell yourself as the couple begins to walk back down the aisle, leaving the chapel.

you realize one last thing as they walk out the doors. you realize that taeyong was right, you will never be satisfied.

thank u for reading!! this isn’t edited so sorry for any mistakes. also i dont know how to write royal aus fjgdjd hope that doesnt take away from the fic lol. as always feedback is always appreciated thank u :D

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BARBARA EDEN

August 23, 1931

Barbara Eden was born Barbara Jean Morehead in Phoenix Arizona in 1931, although for years her birth year was thought to be 1934. It was fairly common for young actresses to lie about their age in Hollywood. After her parents divorced, her mother married a telephone lineman, the same profession as Lucille Ball’s father. Eden's first public performance was singing in the church choir. As a teenager, she sang in local bands in night clubs. At age 16, she studied singing and acting. She graduated from High School in San Francisco in the Spring Class of 1949. As Barbara Huffman, she was elected Miss San Francisco in 1951 and she also entered the Miss California pageant. Her name was changed to Eden by her first agent.

“If gentlemen prefer blondes then I'm a blonde that prefers gentlemen.” ~ Barbara Eden

Eden began her television career as a semi-regular on “The Johnny Carson Show” (not to be confused with “The Tonight Show”) in 1955.

Contrary to popular belief, "I Love Lucy” was not Eden’s first small screen  appearance. She had been seen in a November 1956 episode of “West Point.” 

She had also made the RKO film Back from Eternity, a remake of a Lucille Ball film called Five Came Back, which would not be released until later in 1957. It was directed by John Farrow (Mia’s father) and co-starred Keith Andes, who would play Lucy Carmichael’s boyfriend on “The Lucy Show” and co-star with Ball in Wildcat on Broadway in 1960. Eden played a college reporter and was uncredited. Coincidentally, the film also featured Tristram Coffin, who played Diana Jordan’s cousin Harry Munson in “Country Club Dance.” 

In “Country Club Dance” (ILL S6;E25), the male population of Westport is all agog when sexy Diana Jordan (Barbara Eden) visits. Lucy, Ethel and Betty Ramsey decide that getting glamorous is the best revenge. The now-classic episode was filmed on March 21, 1957 and first aired on April 22, 1957.  

Needless to say, that night at the Westport Country Club shapely young Diana’s ‘dance card’ is full!  Pat Boone (not in attendance, but mentioned) was Diana’s favorite singer!

William Asher, the director of this episode, would later direct Barbara Eden in the short-lived sitcom "Harper Valley PTA” (1981-82) and "I Dream of Jeannie… Fifteen Years Later,” a reunion special aired in 1985.

After filming was completed, Desilu gave some of its guest stars small gifts. This 10K gold-filled Zippo lighter was a present for Eden. 

That same year, Eden appeared in an episode of the Desilu sitcom “December Bride” starring Harry Morgan. 

In early 1962, Eden was on the Desilu backlot to play “The Manicurist” on “The Andy Griffith Show.”  At the same time, “The Lucy Show” was filming its first season. 

The next time Lucy and Eden appeared on screen together was at the 1968 Primetime Emmy Awards.  Ball was nominated (and won) for Best Actress in a Comedy for “The Lucy Show”.  “Jeannie” and Eden were then in their third season, but failed to break the top 30 and were not nominated, although Eden, as a recognizable TV figure, was present at the awards. Throughout its long run, the popular sitcom only garnered one Emmy nomination, for Sidney Sheldon’s writing. Barbara and Ball were also presenters (not together) at the 1986 Prime Time Emmy Awards. 

In 1982, Lucy and Eden were among the many women (and one man in drag) assembled for “Bob Hope’s Women I Love: Beautiful and Funny.”  Coincidentally, this special also featured Mary Martin, who was Larry Hagman’s (Major Nelson on “I Dream of Jeannie”) real-life mother. Eden was a favorite of Hope’s, appearing on a dozen Bob Hope specials.   

Eden was present (though she did not speak or get credited) at 1984′s “All-Star Party for Lucille Ball.” Two years later they returned for “All-Star Party for Clint Eastwood.” As a former honoree, Lucy hosted, but Eden was still only an attendee. 

In 1987, Lucy and Barbara joined a myriad of luminaries for “Happy 100th Birthday Hollywood” although they performed in different segments. A year later, Lucy, in one of her final TV appearances, was with Eden in “The Princess Grace Foundation’s Special Gala Tribute to Cary Grant.”  Grant never acted opposite either star. 

OUT OF THE BOTTLE!

In 1965, producer Sidney Sheldon signed Eden to star in his upcoming fantasy sitcom “I Dream of Jeannie” that would air on NBC. It was aimed at wooing audiences away from ABC’s fantasy sitcom “Bewitched.” Eden played Jeannie, a beautiful genie from ancient Persia set free from her bottle by astronaut and Air Force Captain (later Major) Anthony "Tony" Nelson, played by Larry Hagman.

Also in the “Jeannie” cast of regulars was Hayden Rorke (as psychiatrist Dr. Alfred Bellows), who first appeared with Lucille Ball on stage in Dream Girl (1947).

Like Eden, Rorke also did a one-off appearance on “I Love Lucy” as new neighbor Mr. O’Brien who Lucy thinks is a spy, but turns out to be just an actor.   

He would later be seen on “Here’s Lucy” as a judge deciding if Lucy Carter has held an illegal raffle or not.  

Lurene Tuttle, who played the President of The Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League in “The Club Election” (ILL S2;E19) in 1953, played Jeannie’s mother in a 1965 episode. 

Phil Ober, Vivian Vance’s ex-husband and the actor who played Dore Schary in “Don Juan is Shelved” (ILL S4;E21) in 1955, played General Stone in two season one episodes of “Jeannie.” 

Vinton Hayworth, who played General Schaeffer on “Jeannie” did two films with Lucille Ball: That Girl From Paris (1936) and That’s Right - You’re Wrong (1939). 

Like Vance, Eden also was married to one of her co-stars and later divorced him. In 1958, Eden married Michael Ansara, who played many roles on “Jeannie” including the Blue Djinn (above).  

On “Jeannie,” Major Nelson was an astronaut. On “The Lucy Show” Lucy Carmichael was an astronaut (for a day) in a season one episode. Like “Jeannie” this episode was written to capitalize on America’s space race. 

In 1971, “Here’s Lucy” also did an astronaut-themed episode. By that time, American astronauts had landed on the moon!  Coincidentally, actor Robert Hogan (center in both photos) also played an astronaut on “Jeannie” in 1970.

“Jeannie” was produced by Sheldon Leonard, who played himself on a 1967 episode of “The Lucy Show”. 

Like “The Lucy Show”, “Jeannie” premiered in black and white before switching to color for the remainder of its run. 

Other actors who appeared on both “Jeannie” and “Lucy”: George DeNormand, Benny Rubin, Jackie Coogan, J. Pat O’Malley, Reta Shaw, Richard Reeves, Romo Vincent, Jonathan Hole, Kathleen Freeman, Bill Quinn, Herbie Faye, Milton Berle, Jack Carter, Jamie Farr, John McGiver, Richard Deacon, Don Ho, Alan Hewitt, Don Rickles, Alan Oppenheimer, Jack Collins, Parley Baer, Herb Vigran, Ruth McDevitt, Sandra Gould, Foster Brooks, James Hong, William Fawcett, Stafford Repp, and Sid Melton.

Eden played this role for five years and 139 episodes. In eight episodes, Eden donned a brunette wig to portray Jeannie's evil sister (also named Jeannie) who lusts after Tony Nelson, and in two episodes played Jeannie's hapless mother.  

AFTER THE BALL & THE BOTTLE....

Barbara Eden later said in interviews that Lucy was a generous performer and caring person, contrasting to another (unnamed) female star she had worked with. Lucille Ball thought that Eden’s costume was not attractive enough, so Lucy and Irma Kusely (Lucy’s hairstylist) spent rehearsal time ‘bedazzling’ the dress. Ball offered to put Eden under contract at her Desilu Workshop, but Eden found out later that day that 20th Century Fox had picked up her option, so Eden graciously declined Lucy’s offer.  

"It was the third job I had in Los Angeles and she was so good to me. I can’t tell you how sweet she was. I had a dress on that she didn’t think was outstanding enough. She asked me to take it off and the next thing I knew, she was sitting there putting sparkling things all over it, just to make it look better.” ~ Barbara Eden, October 2017

In 2005, Barbara Eden traveled to Jamestown to participate in Lucy-Desi Days. 

Eden was married three times and had one child who died in 2001 at the age of 35.  

“I've never stopped working. If you're active, you can appreciate what you did in the past, you don't feel like it's gone.” ~ Barbara Eden

AS OF TODAY!

AUGUST 23, 2020 - As of this writing, Barbara Eden is one of the oldest known surviving ADULT cast members of “I Love Lucy.”  She is not, however, the oldest. Mary Ellen Kaye (Mrs. Taylor in “Lucy Hates To Leave”) is a year older than Eden, and Cher’s mother Georgia Holt (Model in “Lucy Gets A Paris Gown”) is 94.   

There is no birth or death information for: Maggie Magennis (Starlet in “Don Juan and the Starlets”), Helen Silvers (Dancer Rosemary in “Lucy is Jealous of Girl Singer"), Barbara Logan (Stewardess in “The Ricardos Visit Cuba"), Milldred Law (Stewardess in “Return Home from Europe”), and Jody Drew (Miss Ballantine, Mr. Reilly’s Secretary in "Don Juan is Shelved").

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Wires [2]: Defensive Wounds

Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M Fandom: Devil May Cry Relationships: Dante/Original Female Character(s), Implied Nero/Kyrie, Implied Vergil/Original Female Character(s), Implied Lady/Trish, Dante/Lirael Thorne, Dante/Lir Characters: Dante, Morrison, Nero, Original Female Character(s), Lirael Thorne, Lir Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Detectives, Violence, Gore, Dark, Horror, Supernatural Elements, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Serial Killers, Angst, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut Summary: In Red Grave City, a serial killer stalks the streets. Lirael Thorne, recently transferred from Fortuna and looking for an escape from her past, winds up on his trail. Hunting him with her veteran partner, Dante Redgrave, they try to piece together the wires that bind the three of them together. In a race to catch him before he leaves more victims in his wake, the things thought buried will come to the surface, tearing lives and comfort apart.

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“Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.” — Walt Whitman

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The morgue is cool and quiet, gleaming metal polished to a shine that sends little daggers of light into Lir’s eyes. She gives herself a moment to adjust, listening to the faint tic tic tic of the freezers, fingering the bottle of aspirin in her pocket while she waits to see if the subtle pressure in her skull is going to shift from discomfort to agony. Next to the door is a desk, with a state of the art computer, a few files, a cup full of pens, and a half-drunk cup of coffee with lipstick on the rim; beyond that, there is another door, one that probably leads to a storage room, two walls of cold lockers in four rows of four, and two x-ray displays on the final wall. In the center of the room are three slabs. On one of them is the Jane Doe, covered respectfully with a sheet, her eyes closed to give her an expression of peace. At her side is Trish, her blonde hair pulled into a knot at the top of her head and her face partially obscured by a sterile mask that she tugs down on Lir’s approach.

“Thorne,” she greets cheerfully. “You here for the autopsy report?” Lir nods, and Trish beckons her closer. “You’re right on time. Just got done with our guest.”

Lir isn’t sure what to make of having a corpse called a guest. Gallows humor, she supposes. “What can you tell me about her?”

“She suffered, that’s for certain.” Trish turns on the light over the slab and pulls it down, illuminating the Jane Doe with a grisly, fluorescent white that turns her already dead pallor a sickly blue-gray. Then she pulls the sheet down, and Lir is suddenly, incredibly grateful that she hasn’t eaten yet, the bile in her throat bitter but weak. “The throat and abdominal trauma was all perimortem. She was alive, but not struggling, when our killer cut her open. Judging from the tissue damage, looks like the throat happened first, but it was ultimately shock and blood loss that killed her.”

“She was alive for the whole thing?”

“Mm-hm. Though I don’t know how aware of it she was. I don’t have the toxicology report yet—that will take a little longer to run, sorry—but pupil dilation is indicative of intoxication. Judging from the depth of the gash here,” Trish points to Jane Doe’s throat, “it was more to keep her quiet than kill her. She would have bled out from that alone eventually if no one found her first, but it doesn’t go through bone. The hesitation marks at the edges make me think he was more . . . Well, there’s no easy way to say this. Probably sawed through her.”

Lir tries to picture it, being too strung out or drunk to defend herself, being helpless while some maniac slashed her throat and cut her open like a butcher. From the corner of her eye, she catches sight of a red dress and pale hair and holds her breath, counting to ten until it fades, then asks, “You said at the scene there weren’t any defensive wounds.”

“That’s right. And there aren’t. No blood or tissue under her nails, no bruising or scrapes or cuts to show that she tried to fight back.” Trish sighs, lifting the sheet back over Jane Doe before tugging off her gloves. “Whoever this is, they’re one sick puppy.”

“Yeah.” Photographs on the wall catch her attention, and Lir walks over to study them closely. They’re all from the crime scene, some of little bits of evidence next to their markers, others of the victim, and it’s the latter she really looks at. “Does that pendant have any religious connotations?”

“You’d have to check. Why?”

“I just thought she looks kind of like an angel.”

Trish comes to stand next to her, her expression grave. “You know, I had the same idea.”

They stand in a heavy silence, the clock on the wall ticking loudly until Lir sighs. She bids farewell to Trish, who promises to have the full report to her by the end of the day, and takes the elevator back up to the bullpen. Dante will no doubt want to know what she’s learned, but she finds that she doesn’t quite want to tell him. Something about this all is nagging her, tugging the thin strands of her memory with an urgency, look, look, you’ve seen this before, even though she’s fairly certain that she never has. Was there a similar case in Fortuna? So lost in wracking her thoughts she nearly runs right into Simmons as she steps off the elevator, and she mumbles an apology and returns to her desk, where she boots up the computer, hunting for a notepad and a pen while she waits for it to finish loading.

A cup of coffee thudding next to her elbow has her peering up. Dante sits back down, a cup of his own in his hand that he raises to her before he takes a sip. His face screws up in disgust. “Fuck. No matter how long I’m here, coffee still tastes like shit. What’d Trish say?”

“That we’d have the full report soon,” Lir replies. She finds what she was looking for and logs into the terminal. “Victim was slaughtered like livestock and left to die. Too something to even try to save her own life.”

“That all?” 

She’s aware of his gaze, critical and assessing on her, and it makes her skin flush unpleasantly. “Until toxicology comes back.”

With a nod, he leans back in his seat. “Alright. What are your thoughts?”

Now you want to know? she nearly asks. Rubbing her temples, she replies instead, “Our guy is bold. A nightclub on one side, a bar on the other, people coming and going at all hours? Not to mention, he had to have been familiar with the location to avoid the security camera, if he did. Speaking of, is that footage here yet?” Dante shakes his head. “Right. Okay. So, Jane Doe was probably at one of the two places. Why risk dragging her any farther than that? And he had to get her to go with him somehow. A knife or a gun would have been too obvious, even for a crowded bar.”

“Could’ve posed as a hook-up,” Dante suggests.

“Mm. If she wasn’t drunk, he might have drugged her.”

“Drugs?”

“Her pupils were blown.”

“So,” he says slowly, “we’ve got a bold, possibly attractive killer who goes to bars to pick up women. Think he knew the vic?”

Lir realizes suddenly that he’s testing her, digging to see her worth, and it makes her angry all over again. “No, too risky. He’s got balls, but he’s not an idiot. All this planning, all the care he took, he wouldn’t want to leave any trace of himself, and that means he was probably a stranger and he picked her out when he got there. If it hadn’t been her, it would have been someone else.”

“Opportunistic. Well, shit. Means he’s gonna be a bitch to find.” He offers her a crooked grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Want to flip a coin to see who’s givin’ Morrison the news?”

“You do it. I need to look for something.”

Dante frowns then, but the expression is quickly smothered as he stands. He takes his coffee with him into Morrison’s office; once the door is closed firmly behind him, Lir releases a sigh and slumps in her chair, cradling her head in her hands. This was meant to be a new beginning for her. Get out of Fortuna, away from the good-intentioned but condescending men she worked with, leave the bitter break-up and the cramped apartment behind her to set out in the bigger city. Yet here she is, dealing with condescending men, living in an apartment that’s large enough to feel empty, with a killer that she knows she has an infinitesimally small chance of catching on her hands. Maybe I’ll get a cat, she thinks, and then discards it. She’s going to be too busy to give any pet the love it would deserve.

Lir pulls up the database and enters her credentials, watching the wheel spin as the program decides whether or not she’s allowed in. Once it opens, she navigates to the search bar, where she types evisceration, hoping the term will be narrow enough to ping any cases that might have been similar. All she gets are animal cruelty cases, youths torturing cats and dogs, and she groans. Next is religious, but that doesn’t get her anything other than some fraud. Jane Doe is too broad, while trying by location only gets her arrests for petty theft, assault, and drunk and disorderlies. Her fingers drum on her desk as she thinks; maybe, if whatever it is that she thinks she remembers was before her time in the force, it would have been before they started digitizing their records. 

Which would mean figuring out the location and then digging through that city’s physical files.

She pinches the bridge of her nose. Most of what she said to Dante was speculation, and she knows that they’re going to spend at least a week trying to identify their victim and looking for anyone who might have seen her, tracking down friends and acquaintances and ex-boyfriends to see if any of them had the fury and the cruelty needed to butcher someone like that. If they’re lucky, she’ll have gotten into some sort of trouble with the law and there will be prints they can match. If they’re unlucky, it’s beating the streets, shoving her photograph in people’s faces to try and jar their memory.

“Detective?” Lir opens her eyes to find Simmons standing next to her, a USB stick in his hand. “The nightclub owner sent this over. Said it’s all the footage from the last twenty-four hours and you wanted it?”

He sounds uncertain, and she forces herself to smile. “Yeah, thanks. While I’ve got you here, can I ask a favor?” Hesitantly, he nods. “Head down to the morgue to get the victim’s prints from Trish and run ‘em, will you? It’s a long shot, but it might help us figure out who she is.”

Simmons doesn’t look like he finds the idea appealing, but he gives a weak salute and heads down the stairs. Lir watches him until he disappears into the elevator, and then she plugs the USB into her computer and opens the files to scroll through it. Twenty-four hours of hopefully unaltered footage stored in four hour chunks which, when she clicks on the first video to play it, turn out to be monochrome and grainy. She fights through the urge to yank her hair, instead getting up and going to grab a fresh cup of coffee from the canteen. After a moment of hesitation, she takes the entire pot, setting a second one to brew; this is going to be an all-nighter for sure, and the only thing that’s going to get her through it is enough caffeine to make her jittery.

Dante is back at his desk when she returns. He arches a brow at the sight of her with the pot, but that turns into a loud groan as she says, “Footage got here. All twenty-four hours worth. Want to grab a seat?”

“There’s a meeting room we can use,” he mutters. “Bigger screen. Grab it and let’s go. Is that all the coffee?”

“For now.”

His long-suffering sigh draws an unwilling smile from her. Dante leads her down a hallway to a room mostly taken up by a large oval table surrounded by plush leather chairs, and he sinks into one as she sets up the monitor on the wall and gets the USB situated. “Ready?”

“Not really.”

“Tough shit.” She chuckles and presses play.

Hours pass as they work through both the footage and the coffee, pausing only when they catch sight of a pale-haired woman before slumping back in disappointment and carrying on. Morrison stops by once to check on them, then Simmons with the news that the prints were a dead end, and finally Trish with her full report, toxicology included. None of them linger for more than a few minutes at most. Dante and Lir alternate bathroom breaks and coffee runs, neither of them willing to stop the tape until it’s done. Like ripping a bandaid off, she thinks at one point, stifling a yawn before taking a large swig of her lukewarm coffee. Get it over with in one go, no hesitation. 

It’s just passed four in the morning when Dante lurches in his seat. “Pause it, pause it!” Lir jumps, pressing quickly on the remote, and he squints. “Rewind it a bit. There, stop, stop. Press play.”

“What is—oh!” She scrambles for the file on the table, flipping it open so she can see the picture of Jane Doe clipped to the inside. Pulling it free, she holds it up, glancing between it and the screen. “It’s her.”

“Mm. Looks like . . .” He leans forward, his eyes narrowed as his lips move silently. “Two?”

Lir blinks, then turns her laugh into a rough cough. “No. It’s, uh . . . It’s 3:37.”

Dante scowls at her as he reaches into the pocket of his vest to pull out a pair of square glasses, the style just as noir as his clothing. He perches them on his nose, then nods. “Yeah. Alright. So our victim walked into the club at 3:37 am. Since her body was found at quarter to eight, means there’s a five hour window for our killer to have found her and pulled her into the alley.”

“That’s if you don’t remove however long she was in the bar and the killer leaving,” Lir points out.

He clicks his tongue. “Don’t be a wiseass, Thorne. It’s not cute.”

“I’m not here to be cute,” she replies irritably. 

“Shame.” Just as she’s debating dumping her coffee on him, he asks, “There a way to print this? We’ll take it with her autopsy photo and show it to the staff at the club, see if any of ‘em remember her. Maybe she paid with a credit card, which’d give us a name.”

“You plannin’ to sleep tonight?” she asks dryly.

“Sleep when you’re dead, Thorne. Print and let’s go.”

Biting her tongue, she heads back to the computer attached to the monitor and screenshots the frozen video. Once it’s in her hands, the two of them head out back, where the employee lot is, and Dante leads her to a car that she recognizes from her childhood. Her mouth drops open as she takes in the ‘58 Corvette, the same type her father had often talked dreamily of owning when he retired, the black paint and white cut-outs glossy in the early dawn light. The top is closed against the dew, but she can still make the red leather interior, and she laughs incredulously when Dante unlocks it. “Seriously?”

“You can take a cab if you like,” he replies tightly.

Lir closes her mouth and climbs in, looking around curiously. The seats are incredibly comfortable, and it doesn’t seem like Dante has done any upgrading to it at all: the gearshift is still topped by a clean white knob, and the only source of sound is the radio, the knob of which Dante turns until classical rock filters softly through the speakers. A good car is like a good woman, her father had told her two months before his death, holding her in his lap as he pointed to the yellowed magazine, treat her right and she’ll stick with you for life. She’d put the damned ad in his casket before they buried him, and Lir closes her eyes against both the unwelcome sting of tears and the sight of him with his misshapen head on the silk pillow. Botched robbery, her mother said tearfully. Throat closed with sudden grief, just as sharp as it had been then, Lir hardly notices when they pull away from the curb.

“She’s beautiful,” she whispers.

Dante’s startled silence is the only reply she gets.

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❝ 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 !¡ 𝓳𝓳𝓴  ❞

SAVE ME AGAIN  “ 02 “

Being the bodyguard of the district judge was an honor for his status and pocket. He had to safeguard his wife's life and his life at all costs. She lived in an unstable bubble where in the day she boasted her great husband and at night she cried at the blows she gave him. For Mr. Jonh it was just a trophy for Jungkook was just a poor and beautiful woman who had fallen into the wrong hands. One night, in the middle of a party, she decides to put an end to that hell and runs away, when Jungkook finds her and Arianna asks her to take her away he can't say no.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔:   Jungkookbodyguard au x (female: Ariana) 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒:  smut., bodyguard au, fluff, angst, one shot. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 6 K 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔: +18   𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔:  abuse,very violence, sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage, naked, muscles, relationship vanilla, sex,unprotected sex, heats for tight clothes, escape, love in secret. 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒:  I have seen it necessary to write a small novel from a chapter about the spectacular music video of into you.

                                             "Broadens the smile more." He points out, the man's fingers form a huge smile on his skin. She tries but is only able to form an empty grin. So many years ago she didn't smile properly. Since she had married with that obsessive madman his life had fallen into a bottomless pit. He had cheated on him. His life was hell. "Fuck, baby, I've given you a necklace of two hundred thousand dollars." He growls, his annoyance is transferred with a small I scream that scares her, her aggressiveness causes her to close her eyes in fear.

"I will try." She promised. Her husband around his eyes, annoyed by his monotonous behavior. The chair beside him is banged against the table hard. Ariana shrinks scared by the rumble. Suddenly, her husband approaches her and sharply lifts his chin.

"You better. I'm a public character and I can't let them see the problems we have."

Selfishness towards his social condition was too much for his status. Of course, being one of the judges of the district involved a rise in personalities. He had to maintain an impeccable image. Therefore, making public the failure of your marriage would bring you problems, too many. His wife was a hottie, a beautiful girl that many wanted to own. That poor girl had married in love, now, she could not see her husband in the eyes in panic to be angry at her boldness.

The door of the office squeaks when it is knocked. Jonh accepts his invasion with a little shout. Ariana ducks her head because of the humiliation she feels. You can sigh calmly when your husband's shoes disappear from his field of vision.

"Everything is ready, sir. Anytime."

When he hears Jungkook's deep voice, he raises his head curiously. Jonh strokes his thoughtful beard. Without more, he abandons his wife. The boy observes Ariana's shrink, feels bad. Because her boss didn't know, but she was her friend. He had touched her the two years they had been together and realized she was a wonderful woman. And he, a cocoon.

"Are you all right?" He asks, his innocent tone gently caresses his heart. Ariana smiles shyly. A small gesture that answered your question. Of course it wasn't right. If he had heard Mr. Jonh's screams from the back of the hall. "She's beautiful. She doesn't need to smile to show it." She confesses, but immediately closes her mouth. Adriana raises her eyebrows in surprise. Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably. He had escaped. Embarrassed he makes a small bow. Try to escape from there but your hand is caught by a much smaller one, paralyzing it.

"Sometimes we just need a sincere compliment. Thank you very much, Mr. Jeon."

His broad smile was so longing that I leave him speechless.

The blinding lights of the spotlights caused damage to their brown retinas. The paparazzi shouted how beautiful she was. Her husband had left the car through the back door. He had approached Ariana and offered her hand to help her with her heels. As he had rehearsed he starts to smile falsely. Her exaggerated grimace does not surprise them because her husband does not take in passing one. Unbelievers thinking that their marriage was an exemplary one, they knew absolutely nothing. Nor the fear of the girl. Neither of his continued infidelities.

"Here, Mr. Judge." A boy who hung an identification card around his neck kindly indicated that they could move forward. Jungkook gets out of the car to do his job. The pinganillo is played when he begins to receive orders from his partner. He would enter the party to protect Mr. Jonh. And of course, to watch over his wife. Jungkook wrinkled his eyebrows in anguish. Jonh grabbed his wife's arm roughly to pose with him in the photo. For an instant, that bodyguard felt a little envy. The more he would like to have so many people at his service, and above all, the more he would like to have a woman as precious as his boss's.

Very soon they enter the heated meeting. As usual, many celebrities talk to them as if they were close friends, when they had barely crossed two words in their lives.

"Yes, my wife and I will be in the Bahamas next week, isn't it great, my love?" Her little question resonates with grace. Ariana simply smiles, shows a small excited giggle - a false one without a doubt - to leave her husband pleased. He had to continue with the theater or else he would end up crying because of the cries of that abusive. A red-haired woman borders them. Remove your freshly wavy hair with flirting, you didn't have to be too smart to know that those gestures had a recipient. Her husband. He had already gotten used to his sluts, that was one more on his long list. Tired of that boring conversation, she approaches Jonh's ear with a little fear.

"Honey, my feet hurt, could we sit a little?"

But her husband takes that question as an act of rebellion and decides to end that insipid conversation to drag his wife into one of the empty rooms. Jungkook and his partner follow closely. He realizes the seriousness of the matter when his boss stretches an angry finger ordering that they will not enter under any circumstances.

As soon as she opened the door, her husband's hand threw her against the floor. He has to support his hands to prevent his mouth from hitting the marble. The slamming door that emits a sound so loud that it completely covers Ariana's sobs.

"Are you tired little whore? Have I given you permission to speak?"

The man hooks the girl's hair. Forming a hairy fist to raise it sharply. She tilts her aching head. She is so scared that she can't even cry. The swollen vein in Jonh's neck highlighted his bad character.

"Have I given you permission to speak?" He shouts, as it is a few inches away the rumble of vibration is totally painful. Her husband's hysterical eyes protrude from her orbs giving her a horrifying appearance. - Whore. -Its insult echoes through the luxurious room. He raises his rabid hand and throws it with a slap. While she agonizes on the cold wood, he puts on his tie and stretches his suit as if he had done nothing. Never mind his wife's status, he opens the door and leaves.

"You with me." He points to Brandon with a finger. When his eyes repair Jungkook's alarmed bust he reduces his eyes. "You watch her."

He leaves shortly after. Brandon turns his head a few moments before disappearing down the hall. The door opens with caution. Ariana's wavy mane appears when she leaves the room completely. Then, Jungkook, observes alarmed the redness that spreads under the surface of his cheek. Analyze his crestfallen look. Tie ends immediately. Without hesitation, he approaches the girl sadly.

"Are you all right?" He questions, but his stupid shyness causes her to shake her head. To deny something obvious. He had tried to cover the bruise with the base but redness was an impossible case. "If she doesn't want to go back to the party, I can take her home." That innocent proposal causes a wry laugh about her. Deny again in a brave smile. If her husband flees from the party this time, she wouldn't leave a redness on her face. He would be able to kill her in an act of lust. Leaving the boy worried about his condition, he advances towards the classroom with elegance.

Joint the knees uncomfortably. Caress your legs cooled. She had been sitting in an awkward seat for more than an hour watching her husband enjoy the company of two poorly dressed women. Sighs saddened. He wanted to leave. Run away and never come back. If only I could. A scandalous laugh reaches Ariana's ears. One of those slots was being courted by her husband. The very unfortunate was continuing his infidelities in view of all the guests. The straw that broke the glass was that her husband slipped his hand down the woman's back, finishing her journey in the polypropered ass. Stunned by her low behavior, she looks away in disgust. For a moment, the temptation to cross the door at the end of the room is too stifling.

"Poor Mrs. Ariana." Brandon's complaints draw Jungkook's attention. He still felt down for not being enough man to comfort her. "Sometimes, I want to punch the boss, how can he treat his wife like that? Jungkook." He pronounces his name in fear. Brandon's hands shake brutally as he stomps through the hysterical place. Jungkook doesn't understand the situation until he finds Ariana's seat completely empty.

"Fuck." He curses, alerted sees his boss but since he is quite busy kneading the asses of those women, he decides not to bother him. Disgusted he runs out the door in search of the girl. "Brandon take care of the west wing, please, caution." Drowned by the race, he keeps checking every corner of the great mansion. Increase the volume of your pinganillo. About ten minutes pass and he can't find it. It's all his fault, if he had been more attentive. If he had done his fucking job well. Exhausted opens the glazed doors of the balcony to catch some air. Admired by the moonlight, he cannot believe when he visualizes a female figure resting on the railing. "Madam?" In a precautionary hue, he slowly approaches her. She sighs more calmly when she says she is.

"I can't anymore." That confession comes out weak, with fear. Jungkook can't keep his eyes up for sadness. That woman did not deserve so many problems. When the girl decides to turn and look at him, Jungkook can feel dry tears caressing her cheek. His pupils were off, they did not transmit life.

"Let's go inside can catch a cold." Try to take her in his arms to protect her inward. But he surprises him too much, when she brushes her arm away.

"No! I don't want to go back with that man! I, I ... want to go."

The wind hit his throat, but the irritation was not caused by the cold wind, but by the heartbreaking scream he had just emitted. She was desperate, she could no longer bear her husband's humiliations. The constant shame. The reduction by its gender. Was sated. Jungkook moves his Adam's nut when he swallows saliva. He had become nervous.

"Okay, I take her, but please calm down."

"I don't want to go to my house. I want to go far." He pronounced each word absently. His eyes admired the distant craters of the small satellite. I said it very seriously. I didn't want to return to that hell. But not even with those direct wishes did he get Jungkook to understand his request.

"Jungkook! Tell me if you've found it." Brandon's robotic voice floats up behind Jungkook's pinganillo. His friend's agitated voice implied that his career to look for the girl was not over. When Jungkook squeezes the device with his fingers, Ariana's gaze fills with panic.

"No, I haven't found her."

Like all the meetings of his boss he always used to take his own vehicle. He did well that time. Thanks to the fact that he had taken the motorcycle, they were able to flee from that dreadful party. Jungkook didn't know when he had taken her hand and they had run to the back door. Luckily the couple, as that exit was where the service people agreed there was not a single camera, there was no one. Jungkook's pinganillo had been turned off the moment they shot out. Even, because of the hustle and bustle I end up being stepped on and shattered by the girl's heels.

The cold hits directly with the uncapped arms of Ariana's expensive dress. Jungkook feels his pocket and when he touches the metal of his keys, he takes them out and puts them through the slit of the motorcycle. Ariana picks up the length of her dress to facilitate its ascent to the vehicle. The boy releases an awkward sound lamenting.

"We can order a taxi, if you like." He says, but his nerves betray him and he ends up stuttering a little. Ariana stops accumulating the fabric of her pompous dress to look puzzled. The truth, if I was surprised. So many times he had allowed himself to spy on him while he went to the boring meetings of his sailor and never thought that this man made and right could get nervous.

"The motorcycle is fine." I ... I want to get out of here as soon as possible. If we ask for a taxi, we can lose time. "The desperation he emitted from his throat did not hide the panic that this insensitive man had. And although it seemed a little ironic, it is at that moment, when she raises her eyebrows and realizes that yes, he would run away with his boss's wife. A chill makes his little body tremble, it was three in the morning and yes, it was cold from the devil. That dress was very pretty but it didn't harbor anything. In a chivalrous act Jungkook Remove the jacket and cover the girl's shoulders. ”She smiles gratefully as she best places that big jacket on her body.

"Thank you," he mutters, his corners rise unconsciously for that tender act. Jungkook has to mentally shake his thoughts in order to react. Because that beautiful girl had made her heart shake hard and had only smiled at her.

When Jungkook gets on the motorcycle taking care of his expensive suit - since he had nothing else - she does not take long to imitate his gesture. His little hands wrap around his waist to hold on. He rests his head on his muscular back and closes his eyes when the breeze starts to brush his cheeks. His fingers put pressure on his shirt when he hears the vehicle's engine. He didn't like that motorcycle. That is, I preferred a car. But curiously, the heat emitted by Jungkook's body made him comfortable. The security he had felt in hugging the strong muscles of his abdomen had been sincere.

He didn't know where they were going but he didn't care either. He had taken her out of there and now he was free. He had started a new life, or well, a little adventure with his bodyguard. Feeling rebellious about how good the air gusts made him feel, he emboldened himself and in an amazing act ended up extending his arms. Move your fingers playing with the wind. Smile happy. Jungkook turns his head a few moments, encountering that tender scene. And smile. She had seemed like a beautiful woman from the moment he met her, but now, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

A few drops begin to wet their cheeks. Ariana leaves her rebellion aside because she freaks out when many others slide back down her face. Hide your head again on your back. When a tropical storm begins, Jungkook growls at his bad luck.

"I can't drive like this!" I have to stop. He announces, overwhelmed by the cold that falls on his bones when the drops wet his arms. Turn your head a little to get your attention while screaming upset. Ariana agrees completely. The fog begins to flood the road and you can barely see a light sign at the end of the crossing. As you can, Jungkook turns and gets on a path following a sign.

Both sigh for the goodness of finding a small hostel in the middle of nowhere. Jungkook gets off when he parks it under a porch. Ariana almost falls for the useless heels she wore. Fortunately, Jungkook catches her before she falls. The man wraps his wet waist with no second intentions, he just wanted to help her. But it affects him too much when he sees the redness of Ariana's cheeks. For a moment, she thinks she is any woman and wants to kill her with kisses. But it is contained, the poor girl already had enough trouble to carry a slug now.

Running in the heavy rain they enter through a door, bumping into what looks like the hostel's reception. Ariana caresses her arms for heat. And Jungkook, try to dry your hair with your hand. A wrinkled tanned old lady welcomes you with a smile.

"You must be Mr. Kim." The woman's statement leaves them confused. Ariana and Jungkook observe each other immediately. The old woman's mistake could be an opportunity that they couldn't let go. So, they both immediately smile to access the lie.

"Yes, uff ... we didn't know it would rain so much." Jungkook's performance causes a smile in the old woman. The boy shakes his clothes to remove the water from the jacket. Suddenly the old woman analyzes them and tightens the wrinkles that bury her mouth. The old woman's confusion makes them alert again.

"Ah! Little head of mine." The blow that is given on the head the adult lady leaves them more relaxed. "You must be very tired of the trip, you don't get married every day." Well, where is the luggage? My nephew will take him to your room. "

"With the hustle and bustle of the trip we have not brought suitcases." He announces, Jungkook's tranquility convinces the old woman. However, his accomplice feels a bit withdrawn yet. This whole matter had left him speechless, since he was beginning to be aware of the madness he had just committed.

"But you are soaked ..." The woman's pity was reflected in her distressed gaze. Clothes dripped water everywhere. The dampness of the clothes had caused Arina to sneeze taking the old woman's full attention. "My nephew can leave you clothes, boy." And you ... well I think we can manage something. "

"It's the only thing I have of your size, I'm sorry." He says, but what he doesn't know is that those simple clothes fit him like a glove. Jungkook looks closely at himself in the mirror, his black T-shirt and those jeans fit his muscles in luxury. Without a doubt, the leather jacket gave a sexier touch. But the bandana that accompanied her look gave her a very irresistible wild touch.

"Hey, thank you kid." he thanks, Jungkook extends his hand to shake it with the young man. The size of the clothes was not recrininary, it was perfect. Besides, he had taken the trouble to give it to her. Placing the jacket collar correctly, he goes out into the hall.

"How did you meet?" Jungkook listens from afar to the old woman's weak voice. He hurries her step immediately. It hadn't fallen that she had left her alone with that gossip. When she reaches the counter she almost chokes on her own saliva. Golden legs they enter his field of vision. Stunned he runs through the girl's shorts. However, that black top and that fringed jacket had taken his full attention. His flat abdomen was a spectacle and his navel, a delicious way to enter his tongue, his former boss was a cocoon but he had good taste in women.

The old woman stops hotigating with her awkward questions when she sees him arrive. Ariana sighs in agony, she had no idea how to answer that curious one.

"I see you have done well." Murmurs that old woman excited, when he gets up from the table to greet the boy. Ariana runs into the powerful figure of the young man. A chill of high temperature tickles your stomach. The suit was scary but that wild aspect, holy god, was heart attack. "Great, my nephew will take you to the room. Later we will take you dinner. Surely you will be hungry."

"Over here." That boy says politely. Ariana goes after him immediately. Jungkook swallows dry saliva before following them. The cold of the humid weather by the storm hits with its face. A little hurried arrive at the room. The boy pulls out a key and opens the door with maertria. Enter the couple with the principle of hypothermia. "Surely you are newlyweds?"

Ariana turns scared by her distrust. Watch Jungkook fearfully, he doesn't want to be kicked out of there. I didn't want to go back to her husband.

"I mean, you haven't kissed even a little bit."

The couple sighs relieved.

"That's because my wife is a bit shy." Comments funny, Jungkook takes the audacity to surround that small waist with his arm. He draws her to his strong body with a slight push. Ariana laughs nervously at the delicious perfume that goes up her nose. Both boys think that the little embarrassed giggle and the hiding place of the girl's head on his chest were part of his character, but no, he had behaved like this because of the fever he had felt when Jungkook's hands had touched the surface of his skin. He had completely bristled. Luckily for those two tortolos the young man disappeared shortly after stopping insisting. The door closes carefully and they separate - although they are quite comfortable touching each other - each one is placed on the tip of the room without looking at each other.

Used to sleep under very thin lycra sheets. That hotel bed was a little awkward for her usual figure. He removes his body a little looking for the perfect posture, but does not find it, so he ends up getting up from the sleepy mattress. Missed to see the sofa completely empty, she stands up. Since he had to sleep with his clothes on, he just had to peek out. And there he finds it. Sunk in your thoughts. Sitting on a bench far from the light rested his body. Ariana closes her wind-cooled jacket. Dodging some puddles ends up sitting on the bench.

"I'm sorry, I put you in this mess." He whispers, his regret causes a start in the chestnut tree. He hadn't hated her to arrive. She starts playing with the flip flops that adorned her feet. I watched the blackness of the horizon with determination. "I'll take a taxi early tomorrow, I'll be back with my husband." I won't cause you any more problems. "

Try to get up but a big hand holds your wrist. She watches Jungkook immediately.

"You're not going back with that cocoon." I will not consent. Sentence, his voice had sounded hoarse and steady. She smiles shyly because she hasn't treated her with her usual honor. Actually, I no longer had to speak to him with respect if he no longer worked for Jonh. Jungkook rotates his body supporting a knee under his body, to facilitate eye contact. Ariana observes that hypnotizing brightness with admiration. "I promise you will never cry again, beautiful."

Ariana curls her arms in the back of her neck to hug him. There was so much love in his gestures that he could not help but get carried away. That boy was taking a risk until he passed totally dangerous limits, just because he wanted to protect her. I wish I had met him before and not her husband's bastard. Both smile excitedly when they look into each other's eyes after separating.

In a bad step, when she stands up to return to the room her flip flops slide through a puddle of mud. Ariana screams when she loses her balance but does not fall. Jungkook catches her agilely saving her from the ground. She laughs a little nervous about her bad kill. Jungkook's agitated breath falls on his cheek. Then, Ariana slightly bends her head bumping her nose. The heat runs through her female body from top to bottom, she can no longer.

"You're good..."

"Better than good." He cuts it into an attractive sigh. Jungkook's pupils are betrayed in two black alos when he sees her lean toward his lips. They kiss. Ariana has to stand on tiptoe to continue kissing Jungkook. As if that contact he gave her life back, squeezes his lower back in despair, he loved her, and he wanted her madly, Jungkook's hands wander down his thigh, eventually placing them on his waist, his tongue coming into contact with hers when they open their mouths Looking for contact.

They don't even realize when they have entered the room. His kisses end in bed. Ariana opens her legs so she can place her muscular thighs on top of her body. She moans heated by the little rocking the boy does.

"I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of you ..." agitated stops kissing her. But she anxious for those sweet lips catches her mouth again. His perfume was so intoxicating that he never wanted to separate from that man anymore.

"Now I am yours, touch me as you wish." proposes ecstatic. He needed that love that he expelled behind his pores. Jungkook was fully aware of what he had just heard, however, he did not say a single word. Because the woman he had kidnapped was his and not that moron. And now, I would touch her as a woman deserves.

His wet kisses slipped down his cheek, he longed to taste his neck. And so he did. His teeth were the first to catch that tempting skin surface. Ariana made a fist with the cloth of her suck. The sordid sounds that caused those wet actions tickled their intimate parts. His lips were present in the bone of his collarbone, he thought he saw the stars when his big hands amassed his ass with confidence. Noticing how hard his member was already was totally exciting. The cold hit his body as he took off his fringed jacket. His little top came in contact with his teeth. Specifically in the area dressed in the nipples.

"Jungkook ..." agitated heads his head back. His beautiful hands go through the strands of his hair to tighten it. That groan of his name had made him more horny. Therefore, despair struck his desire and a little away from the girl. I just take off my jacket and shirt in record time. See him disheveled. Watching in the first person how her abs widened as she leaned in again to kiss her had unleashed a wild instinct under her body. He received the kiss with his tongue. A click was what rang in her ears when Jungkook stopped kissing her. I wanted to kiss some softer and appetizing mountaineers. Between warm caresses I just bring your hands to her back. With all the mastery of the world, I unfasten that leftover bra. Her body arched to give her skin access. Jungkook gave him the most flirtatious smile he could transfer in that hot moment.

Tenderly kiss that pink button generating multiple electric shocks between his pants. Ariana bit her lip excited for all that pleasure. Jungkook's restless fingers traveled to the other chest squeezing it with lust. She lifted her hips in search of that hard lump. Jungkook crushed his hands on his hips to slowly scrub her on the fabric of his pants as he climbed his body, stroking his sweet skin with his mouth. He ended up kissing his ecstatic ear and staying there entertained with his lobe.

"You don't know how many times I've dreamed of having you like that, at my mercy." Being mine. "She whispers, her lips caress her ear and her breath moistens her cheek. She had had to hold back many times, she had very much wanted to caress her legs and open them when she saw her sheathed in those beautiful dresses. But it was forbidden. Now, that They no longer depended on any norm and were free to express themselves, leaving their hands framed on their skin. She smiles shyly at her confessions. She had also thought once in a while to wander through those muscles. His hottest obsession was to lower his hand over that fortified chest and those abdominals wet from the sweat caused by friction.

Her fingers catch the buckle of her belt. Jungkook stops kissing her cheeks because now he wants to look her in the eye. Their orbs merge excitedly, a small smile springs from Ariana's lips as she slides the belt until she is removed. He throws it around without caring about his parentage. He follows his example by lowering his fingers to the button of his shorts. Unzip it while still looking at it in the deepest way you can. She takes off the back of the mattress to facilitate the task. To her surprise, her panties also leave her body. When he leans down to kiss her she plunges her head into the pillow. Flirty sticks a finger through the gaps that leave her baggy pants. Your smile is a silent order. Approve your request by clenching your lips in a satisfied grimace. It does not take long to strip those clothes through the air. His phallus makes an appearance taking all his attention. The urgency to feel it completely makes him push him towards his naked body welcoming him with a tongue kiss.

"Let me see if you're ready ..." he murmurs flirtatiously, before sliding his naughty fingers through the girl's folds. Ariana groans drowned by the feeling of relaxation that covers her body. Jungkook takes advantage of his mistake to put a finger and see how close he was.

"I've been ready since I've seen you with that bandana." He curses, when he enters another finger inside. At this step he would reach his orgasm. Jungkook separates his teeth and sticks a nibble on his neck. He complains when his interior is empty because of the abandonment of his fingers. Soon he feels the tip of his cock caressing the folds. And then it counts.

"I don't have condoms ..." he says stunned. Lower your head recriminating your stupidity. But she gently picks up her cheeks by raising my head. The small denial he does leaves him more calm. More than once he had heard a couple of conservations among Jonh's partners referring to his wife. She understood that the girl took those pills so famous for the denial of her husband's fool to have children.

Ariana squeezes her legs over her waist to wake him from her thoughts. Jungkook catches his partner's lip as he climbs up the legs, sliding a couple of caresses. That game distracts her too much. Jungkook makes his way through a firm lunge. At one time it completely unites its body. Ariana nails her nails in her ribs when she leaves and re-enters with precision.

"You are delicious ... I adore how you squeeze me." I was so ecstatic about the passion that I couldn't even speak. He practically has to lick his thirsty lips when Jungkook watches her directly as he enters her mercilessly. "Come on beautiful, tell me something ... I need to hear from you."

If only he got under his skin and understood that pleasure clouded his understanding and could not emit anything other than groans and gasps. The triumphant smile the boy gives him is too much for his condition. Open your mouth to please him but then he gives you stronger.

"Never leave me, Jungkook." I groaned, hearing his name coming out of those appetizing beauties was his sensitive point from now on. Slide your nails to your lower back to tighten it. Taking advantage of his dismissal, he tilts his mouth to wet his ear in a whisper. "Why-I don't know if I'm going to be able to live without you after this."

Jungkook's hoarse laughter is the necessary trigger for his throat to explode in an agitated scream. She notices how Jungkook's hands stop on his legs to lift them while running agonizingly. The boy's head rests on Ariana's chest, his body collapses completely exhausted. Immediately her palms go over and heal the scratches on her back. With a wide smile. Because yes, I could already do it.

I could already form a real smile. 

[sodomyordeath]

Queen of Drags

Finally the post many of you asked for since the show went into heavy promotion.

This is going to be long. To keep this from being too boring I decided to publish it in form of an ongoing conversation between myself and the one and only Chiara.

Me: So let’s start with the cast and the jury.

Chi: On the jury side we have Conchita Wurst.

Me: Guess we have to disclaimer this?

Chi: She’s our friend, She knows and loves Drag and is a talented and amazing performer. So disclaimer done.

Me: Next we have Bill Kaulitz.

Chi:  Wasn’t he in some kinda child band?

Me: Yep Tokio Hotel, they are still around. he was also a judge on an music casting show back in the early 2010s. 

Chi: Garbage music[1]?

Me:  “Deutschland sucht den Superstar”. So nothing you or I would call music.

Chi: Right. Garbage music.

Me: And we have guest judges.

Chi: One per show right?

Me: Yea even in the final episode. They use a point system. Each of the for judges awards points. The highest number per episode is the number of contestants left.

Chi: The lowest is one or 0?

Me: Normal people start with one.

Chi: So decimal system than?

Me: Smartass.

Chi: I am smart and I have an amazing ass.

Me: No arguing with that.

Chi: So who are the guest judges?

Me: In order of appearance:  Olivia Jones, Amanda Lepore, Leona Lewis,  Pabllo Vittar, La Toya Jacksona and for the final Laganja Estranja

Chi: So 4 judges that know there shit and 2 professional singers. That’s a lot better than a typical Drag Race season.

Me: Yes and they actually do matter due to the point system they used.

Chi: So what do you expect from our 3 permanent judges?

Me: Obviously the best insights will come from Conchita and some of the guests. Bill will focus on overall performance aspects, stage placement, lip-sync etc. and Heidi... well looks and she brings the “girl at the drag bar” perspective.

Chi: Well we cheated here didn’t we?

Me: Yes because that was how it played out and Conchita felt like kind of the head judge the entire season but what we expected because of the pre show PR was Heidi dominating the show and giving us her model casting show 2.0.

Chi: Did Pro 7 fuck it up with the trailer where they framed Heidi as the head judge?

Me: Well at this point in time I don’t think they tried to provoke the backlash they got. They just tried to frame the show in a way so there usual audience sees someone they are familiar with.

Chi: So you don’t think the baited the queer community and press into a push back just to get the buzz going?

Me: You mean a PR campaign that would exploit a marginalized community to sell a commodity? That would by cynical!

Chi: ...

Me: Moving on. Let’s talk about the artists.

Chi: I honestly didn’t know much about any of ‘em.

Me: Not even your “home girl”?

Chi: Do I have to remind you that I’m from Zurich and  Hayden Kryze is from Bern? Plus I wasn’t in Switzerland for an awful lot of time in the last 2 years.

Me: Right and she's rather young isn’t she?

Chi: 20

Chi: Speaking of age Catherrine Leclery is the oldest cast member with 48 and seems to be the one who’s in the business the longest, Hayden is the youngest.

Me: Hmm, what I noticed is that anyone but Catherrine is under 35.

Chi: I feel old now.

Me: I knew about the 3 Berlin girls but never worked with any of ‘em. 

Chi: That’s Bambi Mercury a bearded queen not related to our friend Bambie the high priestess of gore. Candy Crash a funny bitch who paints her face on youtube and the “infamous” Katy Bähm.

Me: You know Candy had me when she renamed Katy into “Käthe Baum”

Chi: *lough crying* me to bitch!

Me: But really Candy is a miracle she managed to age 5 years since she was in a documentary in 2018 

Chi: *sings* Forever Young, I want to be... forever.. 

Me: Still I like her and people I know, who worked with her, like her.

Chi: Too bad she doesn’t make wigs...

Me: *spills drink* *side eyes Chiara*

Me: Looks like we both are not turning into Käthe Baum fans any time soon.

Chi: I learned a saying from the southern United States “Bless her heart”

Me: Moving on. Janisha Jones.

Chi: We didn’t know her before the show

Me: But our good friend Ephe Drine knows her and as a Munich queen with spanish roots (like Ephe) she’s somewhat of my “home girl”.

Chi: We did run into her however and she’s a lovely person,an true artist by heart and a way better drag performer than it came across on the show.

Me: She sadly was the first one that went home but if you get a chance to see her. Do it. She doesn’t disappoint.

Chi: Next up is Samantha Gold.

Me: Oh yea our full figured Bar Queen from Hamburg with Austrian roots.

Chi: Old school drag. She was the second one out. 

Me: She did sing live on episode one and her performance was...

Chi: ...not as strong as we would have expected from someone who does that for a living.

Me: Moving on.

Chi: Now my “home girl” Hayden Kryze.

Me: She’s young.

Chi: She sure has talent but it felt...

Me: Aimless and her performances where sloppy

Chi: Unpolished. She sure can move and the whole “I can be a manly man but also a hot drag queen” segment was...

Me: She’s young

Chi: Speaking of young Aria Addams.

Me: Not related to my drag daughter Wendy Addams

Chi: That we know of. I mean age wise she could be hers.

Me: And they sure have the same fire and undeniable talent.

Chi: She was the big one for me. She grew episode to episode was never afraid to try something new and wasn’t annoying. I’d love to work with her at some point.

Me: Speaking of people one wants to work with, Vava Vide.

Chi: I had no idea that there even was a drag scene in Stuttgart.

Me: There were 3 standouts in the cast when it comes to drag as visual performative art form, Vava Vide, Bambi Mercury and, to a lesser degree, Aria Addams.

Chi: I do agree but I would also include Janisha. Alas her time on the show was too short for her to really show it.

Me: We are missing one.

Chi: You clearly had a nap under the shade tree my love. You forgot Yoncé Banks, the first Queen of Drags.

Me: Oh you are right but I really forgot about her because, and that’s just me, her kind of pretty girl drag packaged with rather limited dance performances and the most questionable tuck since Jade Sotomayor on Drag Race season one is very very boring to me.

Chi: You never tuck.

Me: I don't do pretty girl drag so I don't have to.

Chi: ...

Me: Come on it’s not only the tuck it’s the fact that her tucker underwear was clearly visible ever single episode. Make sure that your stage outfits do fit kids.

Chi: So you don't agree with her winning?

Me: Well, and that once again is just me, she’s a one trick pony that never stepped out of her comfort zone in any meaningful way and she should have gone home for her Horror/Halloween performance.

Chi: You sound like Michelle Visage.

Me: Oh my dark lord you are right.

Chi: lol

Me: Anyway I would have loved to see Aria Addams win because from the top 3 she has the most potential and showed the most growth.

Chi: I have to admit for all the lip service production was paying to Drag as an art form during the season and even when the sent the other “pretty girl”  Katy Bähm home over Bambi Mercury I had hope. Handing the win to  the rather conventional Yoncé Banks felt like a let down.

Me: That’s what I’m saying. It felt like “We want a mainstream compatible winner for our sponsors.” and the medical problems Aria had sure helped create the perfect pretext to do just that.

Chi: My background is in marketing and the cynical voice in my head does agree with you but do we really want to know?

Me: Does it actually matter in the end? I think not. This show sure had it shortcomings but it managed to do 2 things. First it felt a lot more relaxed and “real” than Drag Race ever did. I loved it when they all went out partying. Second to give the German public an idea of how wide contemporary drag as an art form is.

Chi: On the competition side I liked the point system they used. I loved Conchita who was an amazing head judge and all the guests did really really well. Amanda Lepore is in deed one of the sweetest humans alive and Laganja Estranja is a grown up now.

Me: And she single-handedly gave a masterclass in how a dance focused Drag performance looks in 2019.

Me: There was a little too much crying for me and we never got into any depth about the problems we as a queer people face. Only this snippets with the “same old same, old” mainstream media always pulls when they talk about us.

Chi: That’s a narrative problem in wider media and the editing sure felt exploitative in some parts. Especially you as a long time activist pick up on such things almost intuitively.

Me: Yes it felt a little odd that Katy’s sob story had more screen time than real activists like Vava got and I absolutely loved it that Bambi refused to part take in the trauma navel gazing.

Chi: Oh yes Bambi had a couple of power moves in this season and I love the fact that she had the trans flag on stage with her in her opening performance.

Chi: Any last words?

Me: Aria Addams should have won the title. Candy Crush should have stayed longer and the top 3 should have been Aria Addams, Vava Vide &  Bambi Mercury because I greatly enjoyed what they brought to the table.

Chi: I’m not mad that Yoncé Banks won but I’m underwhelmed by it. I want to put the focus a little on  Catherrine Leclery[2]. She was never afraid to try something new and turning her Fairytale performance into a political statement about the rights of Indigenous people to a fucking Disney musical song was very very smart.

Me: Over all where do we stand?

Chi: Better than expected. The artistry was there the talent was there the presentation was fine for the most part. Going clubbing and having that spa night made this show more real and honest than all seasons of Drag Race combined.

Me: They did have a budget for the show and they used it well. For the future I hope they can get rid of some of this tired reality TV tropes like this fake and over exaggerated conflicts and keeping around contestants because they are a source of drama. I want to see the performances in full not this snippets that look like they’ve been edited by an hyperactive 10 year old who got his hands on 6 cans of red bull. Season 2 will show if it will evolve or turn into the usual shit show that passes as tv entertainment these days.

Chi: I fully agree.

Me: Congratulations to Yoncé Banks for being the first “Queen of Drags”

Chi: Congrats!

Picture: Martin Ehleben / ProSieben

Instructions: To get our voices right read her lines with a Swiss accent and mine with a Bavarian one.

Note: The content of the post is edited together from conversations Chiara and I had over the last couple of weeks since the Show started airing. I translated and rephrased when needed so she ends up sounding a bit like me at some points. I’m sorry about that. 

[1] For those of you reading this and are not in the know we both are multi instrumentalists and vocalists with a spectrum from delta blues & early jazz all the way to technical death metal and post industrial 

[2] She hails from Brazil with black and Indigenous roots

[therucrap]

Welcome back to my RuPaul’s Drag Race season 13 Rucrap - episode 3! Please share and like if you enjoy!

Before we dissect the good, drag, and the struggling in this final chapter of a herstorical three-part premiere I have to commend the show on a refreshed rollout that, while longer than ever, allows the C.U.N.T.enders more time to introduce their talents on the only TV show that requires contestants to be designers, models, actors, dancers, singers, comedians, sometimes cheerleaders, and queer trauma storytellers. Now that I’ve said one nice thing about our favorite gay past time, let’s rip it to shreds, mawma!

We pick up right where we left off with the winning queens piling into the DIY Werk Room lounge after a largely successful challenge with no bottoms, their self esteem higher than the Covid rates in Puerto Vallarta after Shangela’s vacation. These lucky queens have been praised for two consecutive weeks and their egos are inflated to full Macy’s Day Parade levels. The smug champs head back to their rooms to admire themselves and it’s time for a new day with our scrappy Have Not’s! Denali, Joey Jay, Tamisha Iman, Rosé, Utica, & Kahmora Hall return from exile on Porkchop Island ready for revenge and in spite of their initial losses are chomping at the tit to prove their worth. Facing mortality has renewed their fighting spirit and these scrappy misfit toys are determined to band together and not only level up with their winning counterparts but outshine them.

Coach Ru arrives to let the Bad News Bears know that they’ll be competing in a nearly identical version of last week’s mini-challenge runway featuring “Lady and the Vamp” looks and like that they’re off! The group hurriedly prepares for battle and when most of them are eyebrow deep in makeup the attention goes to Kahmora who is still gingerly applying primer. We learn that makeup takes her up to six hours on a normal day which is unfortunate considering their slim one hour time limit to get completely frocked. The bedragged crew begins lining up for the runway but a still bare-faced Kahmora is left alone in the Werk Room now spinning out and what seemed like a bit of playful editing at first is now a full code red as production comes to a halt to locate our fashion sloth.

Things finally get started in the runway blackbox where Rosé, Denali, and Tamisha make the biggest splash - Rosé is Fashion Week ready with two cheeky high-fashion concepts, Denali with a playful textured dress and a sheer gown with exposed cage, and Tamisha surprises the judges with youthful pink harem pants and an Elvira look made completely of hair. Utica continues to bring her signature brand of wackyness in two looks featuring Chuck E. Cheese pit balls, Joey skips wigs completely and wears a black bodysuit and chains that screams S&M by Rihanna on a Monday at Micky’s, and Kahmora’s looks are simple which is concerning because she would have had to juggle fire on a unicycle to make the make up for the production meltdown she just caused.

As our unlikely heroes de-drag we see how this rag tag group has trauma-bonded and Tamisha really is the heart of the group. At around 20 years their senior she’s competed in over 200 pageants, won half of them, and has biological children older than her fellow competitors. Before our bonding campers can relax and begin a rousing rendition of Kumbaya, Ru arrives just in time to return us to a familiar panic and introduces the main challenge. They’ll be writing a verse, performing , and hopefully improving the cringey, mid-tempo spoken-word rap Phenomenon from RuPaul’s Drag Race Live! They head to the runway for rehearsal where pro-dancers Denali, Rosé, and Joey try to out-choreograph each other, an already disadvantaged Kahmora struggles to catch on, and house mom Tamisha thankfully steps up to get the team on the same page.

It’s finally challenge day and while painting Kahmora divulges that her boyfriend of eight years doesn’t support her drag career and Tamisha tells us about her legendary drag dynasty, specifically her late daughter Tandi Iman Dupree who is best known for a viral Youtube video cum drag touchstone where she drops into a death-defying split from the rafters over a pageant stage dressed as Wonder Woman to I Need a Hero. If you haven’t seen it go treat yourself to one of the most impressive displays of drag audacity in recorded history.

This week’s guest judge is the charming Nicole Byer known best for letting contestants down softly on Nailed It. The queens perform their drastically improved version of Phenomenon with particularly well-branded and ear-wormy verses by everyone but an uncomfortable and robotic Kahmora. The category is “We’re Here, We’re Sheer, Get Used to it” and big praise goes to the super-watchable and well-dressed Denali and Rosé. Joey, Utica, and Tamisha are celebrated but given small critiques on repeating silhouettes, look cohesiveness, and low energy respectively. Thankfully for Kahmora there are no eliminations this week because she predictably fares the worst and is told by the panel in no uncertain terms to get a personality. The top two are Denali and Rosé who face off to the iconically unsubtle gay anthem “If You Seek Amy” by Britney Spears. Denali can finally show her full dance potential in a ice skate-free performance and she snatches the $5,000!

Join me next week where our rival dance crews finally reunite and the eliminations begin! Like and share if you enjoy!

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FASHION AU FIC REC: fics where Louis, Harry, or both are involved in the fashion industry in some capacity.

Just For Me (9k) Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.

(They do.)

i'm stuck to your shoe, let's run (9k) Louis hates his job and Harry really lives up to his last name. (or, Louis sells men’s shoes, Harry is a rather famous fashion blogger, and they’re brought together by a gaudy pair of boots.)

Just Walk My Way (10k) Louis is a Victoria's Secret Angel, and Harry is the main act of the night.

Paper Houses (11k) “Who is that?” He hisses.

Zayn holds up a hand to stop Louis from speaking any further.

The voice on the other end of the phone continues. “Then, he saw a photo of him on Insta with his little sister and brother, and he was so gone, dude. He basically demanded that I find Louis for him! And he’s never demanded anything from me ever !”

“Pshhhh, Louis’ been jerking off to Harry for years--”

Louis dives from his place on the couch to sprawl across Zayn’s desk, snatching the phone up. There are loud noises coming from the other end of the phone as Louis shouts into it. “Who is this? Zayn has no idea what he’s talking about--”

Someone on the other end has begun shouting into the phone at the same time. “I never demanded anything--” When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything. He definitely never suspects he will fall so hard and so fast for Harry Styles. When reality begins to interfere, their relationship is put to the test.

Tease (12k) AU. Louis Tomlinson, actor and movie star, is wildly in love with his boyfriend, supermodel Harry Styles. Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry's newest interest that much more intriguing.

If You Ever Want To Be In Love (12k) Louis is a model. Harry is an up-and-coming singer/songwriter. They haven't seen each other in nearly two years.

You're Either In Or You're Out (12k) Louis' tone is maybe a bit harsher than necessary, but he still stinging from the suggestion that he was staring at Harry. Sure, the way his legs are encased in those skinny jeans is mildly intriguing. But Louis is here to be the next Top Designer, and he'll be damned if he lets a pretty boy with a sinful mouth get in the way of his dream. Especially if that sinful mouth is spewing phrases like bohemian pantsuit. Honestly.

Or the one where Louis tries out for Project Runway, Harry is his stupidly gorgeous competitor, Liam is Tim Gunn, Zayn is the supermodel host, and Niall is the guest judge who knows nothing about fashion.

Overwhelming (13k) He groans and squints at the feet of whoever he’s bumped into. All he sees is a worn pair of tan boots that lead up into a pair of long, long legs. He sits up, sighing, and rubs at his eyes; there’s a hand in front of his face so he grabs it and allows this stranger to help him up.

He blinks once, twice, and can’t believe his bad fucking luck, because of course he slammed his entire body into a pretty stranger. Not only that but—he smells the air once to confirm his suspicions—a pretty, sweet-smelling, alpha stranger. Fantastic.

Pretty stranger opens his mouth. “I didn’t concuss you, did I?”

Louis is an omega attending university to get his degree and most definitely not waste his time with unimportant things such as finding a mate. Harry is the alpha who manages to unwittingly mess up that plan.

More Than Anything (13k) Being able to see through the eyes of your soulmate may seem like a dream come true to many, but reality proves a little more complicated. For two young boys it's all they could ever wish for but as time passes by they come to realise that there's no pain quite the same as longing to have someone who just isn’t there.

Put It All On Me (15k) "Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

Found My Missing Piece (16k) “@harrystyles followed you.”

“@harrystyles liked your tweet.”

“What?” He whispers in astonishment, because there’s no way. But he clicks on Harry’s profile and sure enough, the little grey “follows you” appears by his name. After taking a second to just stare at the screen, he quickly takes a screenshot and sends it to his sister. Lottie is one of the few people who would understand his shock. Niall would certainly just make fun of him for it.  

Louis and Harry are both fashion bloggers. Louis' been following Harry for years. Harry and his blog really gave him the confidence and the push to make his own. His sister and best friend have been making fun of his silly little crush on him ever since. But that's all it is, a silly, harmless crush because there is no way Harry knows who he is. Or does he?

swimming in a champagne sea (16k) Louis is a supermodel. Harry is a celebrity photographer known for capturing the brightest up and comers in their most candid moments. They meet at London’s most exclusive New Year’s Eve party.

An alpha/alpha fic filled with confusion, banter, Ubers, and glitter

Make a Dime Go One Hundred (17k) “Hey, Haz,” he says, encouraged in equal parts by the weed and the cocoon they seem to have created around themselves. “Do you think you could trust anyone enough to have full control over you?” he asks into the night, hoping his sentence won’t break their bubble. It doesn’t, if the way Harry’s eyes meet his is any indication.

“What do you mean?” Harry’s voice is barely above a whisper, rough from the singing they had done earlier. Louis wants to keep this memory forever.

“You know, if someone wanted to, uhm,” he coughs, “to tie you up, or blindfold you.”

Friends to Lovers AU: Harry volunteers to help Louis experiment with bondage. Things don’t go exactly to plan.

If You Wanna Try Me On (18k) To be fair, Harry’d been half asleep when Niall convinced him to put in his CV in the first place. Like, Harry wants to be a proper serious journalist--he’s not about to give up that dream in favour of becoming a personal assistant at a fashion magazine, or...whatever. Harry’s not actually all that sure what Tomlinson Styles even is, beyond his ticket to fame or any of the other things Niall’d spouted off at him, but when he shows up for the interview and is unceremoniously shoved into an office with the Tomlinson part of that equation, all Harry can really think about is that he would like to be a Tomlinson-Styles.

...or the Devil Wears Prada AU that no one wanted. Sort of.

Life At Shutter Speed (20k) AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

Three French Hems (20k) In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

you think fashion is your friend, my friend (fashion is danger) (27k) "Louis has one rule, and one rule only, that he simply refuses to break. He forbids himself to be attracted to anyone he might work with. No wanking to models who might wear his clothes! It’s hardly fair, considering he spends 95% of his time working with the most attractive men on the planet, but his career is more important. Besides, in Louis’ experience, it always leads to disaster. Harry Styles makes respecting the rule really damn hard though and Louis is not quite sure why."

the one where Louis is a famous British designer and Harry is the clumsy, most likely straight model that makes his heart race.

sweet, where you lay (27k) Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old successful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.

or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them.

But Why Wonder, Why Wonder? (30k) The one where Marcel Styles has improbably landed a job in the fashion industry, and Louis Tomlinson is the actor-turned-lingerie-designer he’s been infatuated with for years.

These Constant Stars (31k) Louis’ career has nowhere to go but up. He’s living at the height of New York City on the precipice of an epic promotion. Life is good and only getting better. And then one day, things turn disastrous.

This is a story about life, death, and punk rockers turned guardian angels.

Promises We Made (35k) Its been five years since Harry and Louis broke up; they were seventeen and nineteen and it was messy to say the least. Cue Louis, who is worked off his feet making clothes for celebrities, Harry dropping his debut album, Niall who likes to avoid his insecurities by dragging Louis on Holiday, Zayn and Perrie as Louis' right hand stylists, and Liam who wishes Harry would just tell him about his ex-boyfriends before he contacts them about working for him.

Its either going to be a disaster, or the perfect timing they've all been waiting for.

football/designer (series; 2 works; 39k) Louis Tomlinson is an English fashion designer. Harry Styles is an American football player. 

everywhere (i wanna be with you) (42k) Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.

Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.

to kill the mess we've made (43k) And when he's finally standing, Liam fussing over him, rubbing his hand at the red mark blooming on Harry's forehead, does Harry learn two things:

One, he wasn't actually hit that hard, and Tommo--or Louis, rather--is just as pretty when Harry is staring at him head-on and,

Two, Louis is the Adidas model he's going to be working with on today's photo shoot.

(or: AU where Harry and Louis are both models, and they decide being friends-with-benefits is a great idea. It isn't.)

Why Can't It Be Like That (63k) Louis Tomlinson, head of his local hospital's charity fund, suddenly finds himself in the heart of the Royal family when his mother marries the third son of the reigning monarch. Such an upset in lifestyle brings a lot of changes for Louis, one of them being the need for a stylist.

Enter Harry Styles, a cutting edge fashion stylist who loves his job and prides himself on his passion. The first time he sees Louis Tomlinson on the cover of a tabloid he wants to dress him, style him, make him as beautiful as Harry knows he could be. When he's hired to do just that, he knows this will be a perfect partnership. That is, until he actually meets the man.

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn't need a stylist, Harry's thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they're both very wrong about each other.

In This Light (99k) Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

dusted in gold (series; 2 works; 100k) Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team.

Dress you up in my love (103k) Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall's bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. 

Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.

Featuring: Sophia as Louis' colleague, with a somewhat unhealthy obsession with his love life, whilst being oblivious when it comes to her own. Liam as the ‘IT bloke from downstairs’ with the mother of all crushes on Sophia. Niall as Harry's sport's writer flatmate who spends most of his time making Harry's life as complicated as possible. Zayn as Louis’ flatmate and lifelong best friend, whose cat, Noodle/Princess/Princess Noodle loves Louis more than it loves him. And Nick as Harry's boss and one of Louis' regular customers: is Imelda Marcos reborn.

In Vogue (121k) 'Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on the pages of your life's work? Does your criteria seriously consist of one thing – a man's ass?'

'Well the ass is a man's best asset,' Harry smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. 'And don't call the magazine my life's work. There are far more important things in life, Louis Tomlinson, than what's printed on the pages of a magazine.'

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry's running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis' confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. 

Let's Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay (134k) A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis' life upside down.

Have Faith In Me (183k) As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world's most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he's grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum's newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting...

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

Fading (202k) Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. [Trigger Warning: Eating Disorder]