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[writermuses]

@tenderstars continued from here

Taney smirked when Will held her hips, but it wasn't a firm enough grip to stop her from completely grinding against his thick thigh between her legs. She simply stayed quieted, green eyes on his perfect smirk as her body continued to rocked against him while she listened to him. "Breaking rules for me, hmm?" She reached up and drew her thumb across his smirk, keeping mum that her full Christmas wish was that Will would show up and that she could keep him- or that he'd keep her. Hearing him say 'occasionally' made her believe that this was as good as it would get.

The brunette's heart raced as Will looked around Asmodeus and then told her he knew where he wanted to go. Truthfully, she hadn't expected him to choose her apartment. With Will's voracious sexual appetite and a new place to have his way with her, seemingly a one night only deal, she thought he'd choose the playroom. Taney smiled up at him a little nervous, "I wouldn't take back a single moment with you, Will." She slipped in her key, punched in the security code, and waited for the door to make the beep that it was cleared for entry- decent security a necessity when around drunks and in the various line of work she'd been in. "Do you want to look around or do you want a tour?" Her fingers stayed around his waist, her green eyes watching him, expecting him to turn around and change his mind.

[flamingpudding]

All right you got my creative juices running with part five of Klarion is Dan yes the first series I ever came to you with

To find him Klarion isn't the only one living in the DC dimension in like the word of protective mother Danny is he sent one of clarion's older siblings to go with him Larsal/Lassie

She was one of the clone children that was created long before Danny knew that was trying to clone him she was one of the first failures

She doesn't really have a physical form as much she is more of like a big pit of water that has like a spiritual like form like Dr Fate

She hates Vlad so much that the entire League of assassins who's also hit him even though they don't know who he is but know that Danny got from Clockwork was about her and visiting

Klarion knows about the quote as the same thing last knows about him being a villain they keep each other secrets cuz they know they make Mom disappointed

When they do have somewhat of a physical form it's a cowgirl with a horse made entirely of Lazarus Pits

Along with that Vlad making surprise visit after feeling someone's littering his name more than usual it's like a call about anytime he knows his children or Daniel is talking about him

Also Batman's freaking out after I think that one of Danny's kids is such a little hater that they made a cult just despite their father which makes the Justice League think Vlad really that bad

This is just the funny idea and I know it's not a good prompt I'm still trying to think of more sorry

Oh I love this! Thanks you!

This is going to be fun in a way I hope! Enjoy~

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Danny barely avoided getting questioned further about his relation to Vlad when he noticed the green post-it note and made a grab for it. "Oh would you look at that! Pop is sending us a message!"

Okay maybe he said that louder than necessary but he needed to change the topic. He didn't need more people on to torment the fruitloop. His own kids were already giving the man enough grief as it was. He didn't need distant cousins or an entire hero society of another dimension coming after the fruitloop too. Not that he would mind that much but some mercy towards the redeemed man would probably be appropriated.

Either way Danny focused his attention on the note only half heartedly listening as Klarion continued his family tree explanation to his little hero friends. He blinked at the note several times before laughing happily. "Would you look at that! Lassie is going to come by! Your Granpa Clock is giving us a heads up, so I can prepare a fresh batch of ectoplasm for her to stay healthy!"

Whatever Klarion was explaining right now was abandoned as he sat up straight. "Lassie is coming too?"

"Well of course she is." Danny hummed happily, thankful for the chance of seeing both his kids that liked to life in the same dimension.

"Lassie?" Red Robin piped up questioning. Oh looks like this is one of Klarions siblings they hadn't gotten to yet regarding explanations.

"Yes my fourth oldest but unofficial second oldest." Danny nodded with a proud mother smile on his face. "She lives in this dimension too to keep an eye on Klarion so he would stay safe and dosen't over do it."

Klarion on the other hand groaned. "I don't need Lassie to baby sit me!"

"Klarion, sweety you were new to the whole living alone in another dimension thing. You spent the longest in FarFrozen and the Ghost Zone with me because of your destabilisation." Danny reprimanded him softly and the teen heroes snickered behind Klarions back to which the witch boy turned to glare at them with a greenish blush across his cheeks.

"So what does that sister of yours look like?" Impulse asked to change the topic and because he took a bit of pity on Klarion for the way his Mom was apparently embarrassing the witch boy. His question resulted in Klarion flipping though the photo album before stopping at an image of Klarion next to a pit of green something. Impulse arched an eyebrow and was about to comment when he got pushed roughly to the side by Red Robin.

"THAT'S A LAZARUS PIT!"

The way Batman's chair clattered to the ground as the man stood up looked every bit like he was going to rush over to the teens spoke for the shock that Red Robin shout had caused. The Ghost King and Klarion on the other hand looked rather calm as they barely reacted to the shout and Danny even motioned to Batman to sit back down again, as the chair that fell rightened itself again.

"Calm down. Lassie is a good child. She wouldn't hurt a fly." Danny told them smiling, not realising that both Batman and Red Robin were giving him increadulous looks behind their mask.

"A.... good child?" Batman repeated his slowly his voice even more tinged with his usual gruff gravel in a way that both Superman and Wonder Woman side eyed him worried while Flash snacked on a pack of melon flavoured ships he snacked from a table.

"She doesn't have a physical body, that is why she is relying on the pits of natural ectoplasm your dimension has. There was a little problem with her physical form and we just couldn't restore it and she refuses to get a unoccupied clone body like Klarion has." Danny explained further not minding the stares he or Klarion were getting.

"Pits of natural ectoplasm?" Batman reiterated, his tone clearly questioning, to which Danny only blinked a couple of times surprised. "I thought your dimension knew what they were? Sure the way you guys use them is strange and Lassie did sound a bit concerned when she told me about it but I didn't think you guys weren't aware what they were."

"No that is not...." Red Robin started but then but himself of as he turned around hurriedly in a defensive position as he noticed someone coming in through the window. He wasn't the only one. All the heroes reacted as one at the new presence, however what they didn't expect was a member of the League of Assassins blinking up at them stunned after climbing in through the window lifting their hands palm up in a gesture of peace.

"Woah hey there calm down! Klarion what the fuck? Why are there so many heroes in your Apartment?" The LoA member spoke up and all eyes turned to Klarion who instead only deadpanned. "I told you Mom was visiting to meet my 'friends'"

"Lassie, what did I tell you about possessing bodies?" The Ghost King piped up in a disapproving tone and they heard the distinctive tone of someone knocking their head against the table, probably Constantine.

"Sorry Mom but there are not Pits of ectoplasm near baby brother I could use to form a body." The LoA member, apparently possessed by Klarion's elder sister replied sheepishly. To say Red Robin was weirded out was an understatement. Usually if he encountered LoA members they were aggressive and most likely there to take him or one of his siblings out.

"That's an League of Assasin member...." He muttered under his breath to which said member laughed. "This guy was the closest to me to use for the moment. Don't worry I will release him later and he won't even remember a thing. I got my little sheep's well trained."

"Little sheep's?" Wonder Girl repeated a hand on her hip as she stared sceptically, to which Klarion face palmed and muttered a low "Sis shut up...."

"No Lassie, don't shut up." Danny intone from the kitchen table he was still sitting at with the other adults, his head was now resting on his hand as he stared at his two kids who visibly flinched.

The LoA member, possessed by Klarions sister, scratched the back of is head nervously as they faced the Ghost King. "Ah Mom, uhm hehe you know funny story..."

The heroes were pretty sure that the room had gotten several degrees colder and they weren't sure if that was because of the mood of a parent about to interrogate their child or because of the Ghost Kings power. (At a later time Constantine swore it were the Ghost Kings powers.) There was a awkward moment of silence the heroes weren't sure if they should be present for that or not especially when Danny stood up and walked over to the teens.

On reflex Wonder Girl, Superboy, Impulse and Red Robin made room for Danny to walk past them as they watched on torn between curiosity and pity, because clearly Klarion and his sister Lassie must have done something they weren't supposed to do. And honestly they were more curious what they did, after all the Ghost King hadn't been that faced when it got revealed that Klarion was more of a Villain than a Hero to them.

"Lassie, what did you do?" The teen heroes couldn't see Danny's face but from the tone they had a feeling that Danny was arching an eyebrow at his children.

Lassie laughed awkwardly once more. "So... you know how grandma Pandora kind of thought us about how our own emotion can influence those around us exposed to our ectoplasm over a long period of time?"

"Lassie..."

"I might have raised something akin to a cult on accident and passed on my personal grudge and hate towards the fruitloop along to them and they might now have the subconscious drill of attack on sight if Vlad ever makes an appearance in this dimension...." The LoA member slowly spoke up which had several of the adult heroes blinking in disbelief.

Batman especially was in shock of hearing about this since had the most interaction with this 'cult' as apparently one of the Ghost Kings children liked to call the League of Assassins. The bat suit wearing hero was about to interject and ask more but stopped when the Ghost King let out a suffering sigh like the most tired parent in existence. "And you didn't think about telling me this sooner because?"

"We don't like to disappoint you Mom." The two children of the Ghost King replied simultaneously like one united front. Danny in response gave his kids a light chuckle. But before Danny could go on any further Red Robin decided it was probably a good time to interject and remind the Ghost King of their presence.

"I got a question if you don't mind..." He lifted his hand like he was in school as he pulled the attention towards him. His curiosity won over his caution of the situation. "Klarion if the Lazarus Pits are actually 'ectoplasm' as you mentioned before, and are largely influenced by your sisters emotion. What happens to guy that bath regularly in them or someone that got thrown in there and game back out rage filled?"

"Red Robin!" Batman call out reprimanding instantly knowing where Red Robins line of question was going.

The possessed LoA member on the other hand blinked at them before scratching their head sheepishly. "I think I know who your talking about. I am still sorry about that second guy. When he got dunked into my ectoplasm, I kinda just came back from a visit home and had a bad fight with Vlad and was especially rage filled towards him."

"So does that mean...?" Red Robin inquired further ignoring Batman's silent glare towards him for even bringing these questions up and just as Lassie was about to answer Danny interjected.

"Lassie, go fix your cult." Another green note at materialised out of nowhere and had fluttered in the air before him and caused the Ghost King to face palm the moment he read it's context.

"Mom?" Both Klarion and Lassie asked with a shared worried glance.

"Vlad has come into the dimension for some reasons and is currently getting chased down by your cult."

There was a stunned silence after which Klarion and Lassie, in the body of the LoA member, broke out laughing hysterically which only caused Danny to lightly glare at his children. Meanwhile the teen heroes weren't sure if they should feel sorry for the old man called Vlad but considering all the red flags they had picked up from what Klarion told them, they felt a little like the man deserved that.

The adults on the other hand felt slightly torn, well mostly Batman. It was clear that this Vlad was a bigger threat than both Klarion and the Ghost King were making him out to be, considering the entire existence of the Lazarus Pits hated that man. But on the other hand as heroes they probably should feel obligated to help the man especially if, according to the Ghost Kings words, he was currently gotten chased in their dimension by the League of Assassins.

Danny on the other hand never felt more like a tired mother than he did right now. Sure he knew about his unofficial second oldest hatred towards Vlad but this certainly was a new level of hate. Especially since she apparently 'accidentally' (he doesn't by that at all) raised an entire cult that subconsciously hated him too.

[theking-blackheart-muses]

"You should know that I am a man of my word. Since we have grabbed tons of your clothes and gotten food, you know what that means?" he spoke as he stood in front of Shaun all naked. His perfect body in full view for his boyfriend with a hand behind his back. Mason had never met anyone like Shaun, he loved the man and would do anything for them. "I have been thinking an I have a surprise for my handsome Shaun..." he spoke as he slowly removed his hand and he extended his hand to show a ring box and he opened it. "Shaun, I know you are my soulmate and I want to spend every moment, day and second with you. Want you make you happy and love you. So, would you marry me?" he asked. @davidkarofskyindie

[blcssom]

closed for @caeruleums continued from here

unfortunately for lucy, leighton's enjoying the way her hips writhe under her attentive tongue far too much to cut back on the teasing. "that's okay.... i'll just keep making you cum until i'm satisfied." she loses a heavy sigh against sensitive skin as lucy tugs at her ponytail, the tip of her tongue moving in a taunting circle around the swollen bud begging for her attention. "tell me: what were you imagining me doing to you?"

[kurogane-redfox]

"I ain't even sure when I first started drawin' personally. I know it was after I joined Fairy Tail but other than that I ain't got a fuckin' clue,"

Gajeel had been in Phantom Lord for quite a number of years prior to it being disbanded and all that. Back then anything that was an outlet for emotions other than negative ones were frowned upon or outright banned by the Master. Jose had seemed to like making his wizards suffer, but most especially those who were ranked S-Class, such as the Element Four, and the Dragon Slayer himself. Most of the shit the Iron Dragon went through weren't known to anyone else, not even Panther Lily who knew most things about his Dragon Slayer partner.

"Ya could always take a small class for drawin' if ya want to draw, I mean. Obviously it ain't required or anythin' nonsense like that."

He happened to like being able to draw and sketch even though he felt that his art was severely lacking in both quality and appearance. He was likely wrong though, if Levy's comments were anything to go by.

@booklovingfairylevy

[alatariel-galadriel]

google’s generative ai search results have started showing up in Firefox and I hate it I hate it I hate it i hate it I hate it I HATE IT

[lillillian]

who: phil & @bugsnackdeville where: the twins' apartment

Lil had been pacing around her apartment ever since she'd gotten the text from her twin: a photo of him with Sharpay Evans, a girl a few years younger than them from high school, and a marriage license with their names on it. In the past few hours, she'd become somewhat of an expert on divorce, having looked up just how long after getting married someone could obtain one, and if the two could technically show up to the courthouse the next morning and say nevermind (it was a little more complicated than that, but still). She knew Phil was reckless, but never thought he could stoop to the level of making a legal decision that would technically follow him for the rest of his life, whether he decided to get it reversed or not. In the one phone call he'd picked up out of the many she'd spammed him with, her twin had told her to calm down, and that he would be home in a few hours, which of course had felt like an eternity.

When the door to their apartment finally opened, Lil sprung to her feet from her crisis on the couch, a pillow soaring through the air to hit her brother in the stomach. "Freaking finally! Please tell me the delay was you going back inside to rip that thing to shreds," she begged, though she had the sinking feeling that she was far off from the truth. "What the hell is wrong with you? I know that shit wasn't photoshopped, because I looked at the courthouse website, and really? Sharpay Evans, of all people? You know her parents have more money than a small country, probably, right? They could, like, sue you off this island, and I really can't afford this apartment by myself, so please, please, tell me this is a joke."

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

❥ ❥ ❥ @voidscnt // ava.

from the other corner of the room, his wife waves over to them and smiles before turning back to her more important guests. ever since she, an internationally known ballerina, had retired and decided to pass on her expertise to a selected group of exceptionally talented students, he had been forced to assist her classes in his free time. after all, he had been a dancer in his youth. nevertheless, assisting her classes meant nothing more than turning the music on and off at the right time and helping with other little things. when he first saw her entering the 'gifted students program' a few months ago, he was mesmerized, and what started with short conversations turned into desperate sex in the changing room, over and over again. he desired her, that much was evident, but despite his lack of wanting to admit it, he cared for her.

making sure nobody is paying attention to them, he puts his hand on her arm for a few breaths, his thumb gently stroking the tender skin to reassure her he's there. "what a pity", he mumbles, surprising himself with how much he truly means it. "though i always found it quite charming that you can't seem to look at me when you lie. tell me the truth, ava. is it mine, or is it not?"

[herosneednotapply]

A Reunion

Continued From Here

“You probably wouldn't know because I didn't talk about it a lot but when I was younger I did. I wanted a simple life. To grow old with someone who would love me and maybe even have or adopt a child or two.” She said it wistful look appearing on her face. She had been much younger than, not nearly so beat up and broken by the world yet. Maybe in her heart of hearts, she had wanted more. But half the world hated her because of the color of her skin and the other half hated her because she was a woman. So dreaming was all she could do. “I wonder how much of it was because I lived in a household with two parents who deeply loved each other or because I actually wanted it. Though I did have it better than you. I was not being dragged around to festivals and fairs as a plus one for Bucky, his date, and Bucky's second date. What about you Steve? What does your happily ever after look like?”

“Ah yes, Mr. American Dream who actually despises all forms of authority. I know a soldier or two who would be rolling over in their grave if they knew what a troublemaker you actually were.” Addie said remembering that Steve was the cause of a lot of the fights that he got into. He was a scrappy kid that was for sure and the only thing the serum did was give him the body to go with the fight in him. Leaning back in her seat she smirked at his comment. Addie had never had the pleasure of being friends with Natasha but she was stylish enough that it didn’t bother her. “Since you’re getting gift-giving advice from the only other woman you know I won't judge you too harshly.”

[felteverywhere]

continued from here on legacy for @caeruleums​

aria scoffed, arms crossing defensively over her chest. “that’s not what i was trying to talk to you about, lilith... christ, he’s a friend. an overprotective one, albeit, but that’s... werewolf nature, or whatever.” the witch crossed the room, finding the book she’d been scouring over. “i told you i needed your help, i meant that. you’ve been around a long time, correct?” 

[writermuses]

@tenderstars continued from here

Andrew smirked down at Rylee as she obediently told him she'd learned her lesson. With every passing word, his broad hands gently caressed the red splotches on her sore behind. "Good, I'm sure next time you have to take a punishment you'll do just as good taking it and understanding that I do this because I want you to let me take care of you." Gently helping her up, Andrew pulled her onto his lap, her chest to his while his hands continued to brush at her sensitive flesh. "I'm always ready to be in your pretty pussy, sweetheart, and I'm looking forward to showing you how much I missed you." He kissed her nose. "Hold onto me, I'll take you to bed." Andrew couldn't wait, but if she thought that the second he dropped her on his bed that his face wasn't going right between her thighs to lap up every drop of her dripping sex then she didn't know him at all.

[my-timing-is-digital]

@quantumstarpaths continued from [ x ]

A ruminative nod, intertwined with a look of profound understanding pertaining to the transience of life that was familiar to all humanoids, ensued Stamets’ statements; Data could sympathise with his scepticism. He was cognisant of the many negative experiences the Commander had endured during his time. His work had been diminished to an inconsequential, unreliable, and error prone experiment after Discovery’s feigned destruction; the android could imagine it might be challenging for him to envision anyone carrying on his work in the future. But the android was optimistic with regards to the continuation of Stamets’ work; they had virtually exhausted every last ounce of the resources that facilitated faster than light travel. Dilithium was no longer a material they had in abundance; supplies were running low and they were in desperate need of a dependable alternative... And maybe, just maybe, the arrival of the Discovery and her crew could turn the tide, could hoist the Federation and Starfleet out of the detrimental feedback loop they had been incarcerated in for decades.

His words hammered home and he was glad his respectful persuasions had convinced Stamets to continue to pursue his aspirations and refine his admirable work and showcase to everyone in the Federation, and to former allies, that his invention was worth the investment. And that his devotion to the spore drive would be rewarded with new additions, with an evolution of spore drives that would be build atop the bedrock of his ingenious initiative and 23rd century resourcefulness.

‘I am glad I could be of assistance,’ he said reverently, the brims of his yellow eyes coruscating with anticipation. ‘Never make Starfleet retrogress to their old ways; if Starfleet Command approves of your invention and it is funded by the Federation, it could help usher in a new era. Your propulsion system could be implemented on a number of starships, rehabilitate the frail organisation that once prized itself for its strong alliances with over 300 planets, and help renovate the balance that has been non-existent for decades... Starfleet is not going to eradicate its problems, not on their own, and the Federation itself is kept on artificial respiration to protract its existence... ‘Pardon the ramblings of an obsolete Soong-type android, but I cannot express how difficult it has been to watch the organisations and ideals you once dedicated your life to and would have given your life for, crumble to dust, right before your eyes...’

It was not his intention to pressure the astromycologist into further perfecting the spore drive as fast as he could. Nor did his words insinuate that the achievements he had accomplished thus far were far from sufficient. On the contrary, the android was simply zealous to be reinstated as a Starfleet officer and venture out into the galaxy for exploratory purposes. At present, he was just an over-qualified cyberneticist, and although it was an honourable vocation, his destiny lay among the stars. Always had.

‘Well, to say myriad events have transpired during your absence would be somewhat of an understatement. But I believe I could truncate an infinitesimal number of these events by sharing a fragment of my life’s story,’ he said obligingly, establishing a chronologically sound order of snippets that represented the most salient features of his life.

Data provided Stamets with an encapsulation of the events relevant to his existence. He told him about his annihilation on the Scimitar in 2379, the attack on Mars in 2385 and the subsequent ban on synthetics. His resurrection in 2399*, the delightful discovery that his half-brother, Altan Inigo Soong, and the cyberneticist Bruce Maddox had devised over a hundred sentient androids, among whom his daughter, Soji. His reinstatement as Lieutenant Commander on the U.S.S. Pathfinder in 2417, his resignation in 2539, after which he permanently moved to Coppelius, where he worked alongside other cyberneticists to improve and develop the creation of artificial lifeforms, and devoted his spare time to his family life, to attending conferences on cybernetics, robotics, artificial intelligence. And then, The Burn...

‘⸺ I learned of The Burn after one of the repair shuttlecrafts returned from a routine maintenance check on the satellites orbiting Coppelius. They apprised us of the extraordinary readings their long range sensors had detected. And, as it turned out, a starship travelling at warp had been obliterated just outside our solar system. A complement of 500 Starfleet officers deceased. Within a matter of seconds. The magnitude of the catastrophe made it difficult to turn a blind eye. Though, reluctant as I was, I yielded to the hardship, hence why I offered my services ⸺ as did a great number of my people...’ he trailed off, his eyes glazing over as he recalled that fateful day in 3069. ‘I am sorry you had to travel to this particular point in time. The Federation debilitated. Starfleet barely operational...’

[pxison]

@medicus-mortem cont. from here

Reiju listens to the Lich as she finishes up her inspection, her power surging through ashen soil to expand outwards through roots onto the next until she runs along the borders of the forest and pulls back. Her wisps weaken and fade away as they return to her and pull away from the earth to coil among her he deadened carved breast.

An odd grinding noise is emitted as she grits her jaw just at the mere mention of the crumbled kingdom perched off in the not so far distance. Those that were responsible for the forests state now used to reside there and she bore an immense regret not getting to as many of them as she'd liked. The least they could repent to her would be their rotted corpses left as food for the suffering nature around them.

"So you intend to stay there in that place." She sounded like she was about to protest but thought better of it, cooling her aura before it could surge to a hot pink in rage. She wasn't mad at the Lich, more so at the idea that there was any use at all to be had there still. The machinery there had long since rusted and destroyed wheeled machinery littered the forest grounds the closer one got to the palace and kingdom grounds.

"That is acceptable I suppose so long as we both benefit, I won't try to deter you. What is it you want to know of the wretches that inhabited that kingdom?" She was prepared to give all she knew as much as it pained her to remember. She was but a mere sprouting bud when the kingdom first thrived, and she remained even after their hubris befell them.

"It ended the way all human empires go eventually, lost to time and their own insipid sense of superiority to everything in their vicinity."

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@dancinghearts

‘‘Ah, a dessert date! It’s gonna be so fun for sure~ oh, once we are done eating here is there anywhere else you wanna go? If not I can take you back home and fly you back up.’‘

He wanted to make sure she got home properly, and since they left via her balcony Eran doubted she brought her keys with her.

「I have no other places I'd like to go,」 Mukuro said with a smile, it was rather late at night already so she really couldn't think of anywhere she'd like to go at this hour。

「So taking me home after this will be fine, thank you。」 Mukuro added and he'd be right about that assumption, she didn't really have the keys she'd need to get back into her home if she took the normal way in。

[finclgicls]

＋ for @gcddamnvampire continued from here.

     they  were  both  older  now,  mere  shadows  of  their  former  selves.  despite  the  passage  of  time  and  the  physical  distance  that  had  separated  them,  charles—or  charlie  as  she  fondly  remembered  him,  remained  as  effortlessly  easy  to  talk  to  as  he  had  been  in  their  youth.  for  quinn,  the  man  sitting  by  her  side  still  felt  like  home  in  ways  their  hometown  never  had.  with  a  casual  shrug,  she  took  a  sip  of  her  drink,  her  thoughts  coalescing  into  a  more  refined  response.  ❛  well,  work  has  been  relentless.  my  publisher  has  been  breathing  down  my  neck  to  finish  up  my  next  book,  and  i  must  admit,  inspiration  has  been ... hard  for  me  lately.  coming  back  home  seemed  like  a  good  way  to  recharge.  "  she  left  out  the  tumultuous  details  of  her  divorce,  the  legal  battle  that  had  ensued,  and  the  constant  fear  that  her  ex-husband  might  try  to  take  her  daughter  away  from  her.   those  were  chapters  of  her  life  she  wasn't  ready  to  share.

     ❛  she's  three  years  old,  goes  by  elizabeth,  but  i  usually  call  her  ellie.  my  mom,  on  the  other  hand,  affectionately  refers  to  her  as  hurricane  ellie,  ❜  she  added  with  a  chuckle,  playfully  rolling  her  eyes.  ellie  had  quickly  grown  fond  of  their  hometown  after  spending  her  first  few  years  in  london,  particularly  enjoying  the  proximity  to  the  beach.   quinn  had  experienced  a  sense  of  peace  when  she  took  ellie  there  the  other  day,  something  she  wished  she  could  feel  every  day.  turning  the  conversation  toward  him,  she  asked,  ❛  so,  what  about  you,  charlie?  have  you  climbed  all  the  way  up  the  career  ladder  yet?  ❜  quinn  had  always  believed  in  his  dreams  and  still  did.  ❛  and  what  about  your  personal  life?  any  wife  or  kids  in  the  picture?  ❜  her  inquiry,  while  straightforward,  was  a  natural  curiosity  given  their  history  and  the  time  that  had  passed.

[spiritusmuses]

@writermuses

Carlos had his boys check out the parlor a few times a night to make sure the place wasn’t broken into again. So when Taney accepted his offer in exchange he kept it on the dl that he did it for her. He snorted as he heard her, turning to look her over he smirked a bit. “Black on black how original of you.” He said sarcastically, but the way her tight outfit fit her like a glove wasn’t something he’d ever complain about. “Oh yeah? So what about five years ago?” He teased her lightly, but he pursed his lips sure he had thought about a few of the girls but he never really touched. “Would I have to convince you hard? I’d be intrigued to see how you could still move.” It wasn’t his motivation for tonight, he was simply making sure none of the usual troublemaking characters were around but the prospect of a lap dance wasn’t one he’d pass up on. He took a sip of his beer and looked her over. “Can you even dance like that with clothes that tight? Don’t think that I didn’t notice.”