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A Lover’s Fetish...

“Perdonatemi, ma ci siamo già incontrati? ”

(Pardon me, but have we met before?)

Word Count: 3,700 approx.

TNA FANFIC (Becoming Mrs. Dalton AU)

RATING: XXX EXPLICIT

Triggers: Abuse of alcohol and prescription/street drugs, depression, mental conflict, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Multi-partnering, Cosplay, Sex, Explicit music, GIFs

A/N: I want to give a special thank you to @aussieez​ (for always being my sounding board) and @shewillreadyou​ for reading my drafts as this dark abyss of a mind pulled this together.

I almost gave up on Tumblr altogether, but remembered the beautiful people that I have had the privilege of meeting on here, and selfishly didn’t want to give that up.

This lonely day for Lovers Lost has Sam reliving his memories of his life... the happiest of times... the worst of times... needing to find the answers to how his life changed so drastically. Everything surrounding him brings Alina to his mind with no escape.

He tries to reach out to her to see if she can provide the answers, but as per usual, her voicemail picks up on each call and texts are read, but no reply ever comes. He makes one last attempt before realizing that she is set on her path, and nothing he feels will influence her otherwise. He drains the last of the bourbon from the bottle, throwing yet another handful of sleeping pills in his mouth before  the last few drops follow. He lays on his California King, tears flowing, drifting deeper into his memories of their wedding day.

Alina is running along the sandy beach, her beautiful dark hair flowing in the wind, looking back over her shoulder to judge his closeness as he gives chase… the most angelic yet sinful smile spread upon her face… Her laughter rippling back to him, as if in real time, “If you catch me, you can have your way with me right here! … Haha Haha Haha… “ the echo of her voice lulling him into a pleasant snooze.

He reaches for her, touching her shoulder. She turns in a frantic state, yelling, “How could you, Sam???” The question reverberates in his mind, fading in the distance, sound transitioning into a blinding light hindering his view… then silence statically turning into horns blaring in a deafening tone in the mix of screeching brakes… him crying out for her…

Jolted awake, sweaty, panting, heart visibly beating in his chest, wanting to find an escape from all thoughts and dreams, he goes to his home office once finding it to be his place of solitude. As he enters, the sensors turning on the self adjusting lights as if assisting him to focus, he moves to the bar. After pouring the only comfort found in his penthouse that no longer feels like home, he stands in the expansive window, watching life move on as he remains stagnant … his only progression is the impending stupor that has come to fill his nights.

Unable to find solace, wanting to escape this cycle of falling apart, reaching out, rejection, self torment, only to begin again repeatedly, he leaves home with no destination, driving mindlessly through the city although he is in no shape to … but at this point, he’s forgotten how to care...

`````````Black Swan Lane ````````````

Dahlia’s plan for this dreaded Valentine’s Day was to drown out the world in the  XXX Members Only club.  She was really feeling out of sorts. Her heart was calling out for Sam, but her mind was only plotting out the next thing to crush him further with.

Her core throbbed with an ache that she wanted only him to soothe, but she knew that she wouldn’t be fully satisfied even then. She thought that if she started her evening here, by the time she happened upon him, she would have partially satisfied her lust craze.

She remembered the heat rush that flared throughout her on the last time she was here. She had seen her. This beautiful creature wearing a white swan costume... She sat in the viewing room, after having followed her discreetly the entire evening, watching her please another... her center pooling at the sensual way she caressed her lover... the way she held them... the way she… tasted them...

She would look for her on this night. This was the attention that she craved. Although Sam was a master at providing these feelings and more, she was becoming overly attached to him. She needed a disconnect, but someone to give her all of the things she was desiring of Sam at this moment.

The physical torment of needing to feel someone in this manner had always led Dahlia to decisions that would later leave her, contrasting, feeling worthless and desperately desired at the same time. It was an unexplainable addiction that took control of her, forcing her into actions that would leave her horribly conflicted every time.

There she was... but she had changed from the angelic and peaceful costume that identified her, into a more sinful blue black color that drew Dahlia’s curiosity immediately. Was she feeling sinful tonight? Would this be her opportunity to quench this fleshly curiosity that had plagued her for months now? She has to... whatever it calls for tonight... she just has to.

She gives the appearance of being in a completely drug induced euphoria, dancing so entrancingly to the concerto music wafting through the gardens. It seemed that this beautiful desired isolation before her escapade of total sexual indulgence began.

She could be found here before joining the others ... reliving the emotional craze to the room’s theme. Based upon the costume choice, she would be following the theme of Black Swan Lane.

This lane was for tormented lovers. It would start in an open auditorium with multiple characters from this dramatic play. You were welcome to act out scenes on stage, or simply satisfy your sexual hunger openly before the others of the room... reclining chairs or chaise lounges or benches at the ready... or even on the softly carpeted floor of velvet.

Dahlia stood in the shadows, watching her exquisite ballerina movements... her eyes slowly drinking every inch of her features. As she spun in the most fantastic pirouette, the wind slowly carried the scent of her Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel Eau de Parfum.

The familiarity of the fragrance brought an immediate recognition of who she was, peaking Dahlia’s curiosity to a whole new level. She was most definitely going to experience her tonight. She must, there is no way she would let this opportunity escape her.

As she leaves the stage, Dahlia follows her from a distance, a determination building within her beyond control. She enters the powder room, Dahlia entering a few moments after.

She could not get the image of the pained look on the black swan’s face during her exhilarating performance out of her head. She had completely captured Dahlia’s attention, somehow feeling that they were kindred souls.

Her dark hair falling forward covering her rouge cheeks, hid her from the view Dahlia was seeking.

She donned the Black Swan mask over her thick lashes... their length such that they seemed to offer a wave of hello with each bat of her eye.

The curves of her blue black ballerina styled dress were luring Dahlia in... her curiosity peaking in the worst way. The feathered tutu allowed a delicious view of her supple ass cheeks as she bent over to fix her strappy ballet shoe. The gentle bend and touch of her straps caused a fever to rise in Dahlia as she found herself deeply attracted to her.

Stretching too far, she begins to fall forward, nearly into the porcelain sink before her, but gains her balance against it letting out a curse. The lilt of her frustrated groan somehow causes the fever spreading through Dahlia’s core to ignite into a fire that was consuming her.

“She’s stunning... No wonder Sam is losing his senses over her.” Images of his drunken rants flood her thoughts.

She slowly approaches  her, circling to get a better view... her delicate frame that of a five foot seven gazelle. She lifted to her tiptoes verifying proper fit before straightening, teasingly improving her view from behind as Dahlia comes to her side.

She notices the gentleness of her facial tone... the deep beauty in her eyes as she focuses intently, mumbling over her asinine choice of shoe... “I should have worn the strapless ones... lo farò tutta la notte!”

Her Italian accent was melodic, as the song of a siren drawing Dahlia closer, “Uhmm, hi.. need any help, there?” She’d found her opening  to get her to face her... she needed to look directly into her eyes... to see the love that Sam clung to so desperately...

“Perdonatemi, ma ci siamo già incontrati?, ” the words falling softly from her lips as she comes to a full stand.

“No...”  She eyes her as if she will take her even without permission... “I watched your performance and it just ... drew me to you. There is a pain in you ... your movements and expressions... it made me...” Dahlia hesitates, but finds herself closing the distance between them.

“What? What did it... make you?”

The invitation made in the seductive way she began to stroke Dahlia’s cheek, enjoying the feel of her skin against her fingertips, dragging them to her chin as she moved in closer... never taking her eyes away from Dahlia’s lips as she licked them in desire.

“I just...want to,” Dahlia leans to her, their lips almost entwined, “Lose myself in you right now... To help... ease your pain, per say.”

She closes her soft lips around Dahlia’s in an intense open eyed kiss... Her tongue searching its way around and inside Dahlia’s open exhales as her hands find their way to her sensitive thighs... inching closer to the heated moisture telling of her heart’s desire.

“Let me get lost in you instead,” is the whisper that causes Dahlia’s flow to trickle forward in anticipation.

She slips an unknown pill into Dahlia’s mouth, just under her tongue, handing her one to place in hers... “Just to help take us both away...” she whispers, the pill dissolving quickly. She places the pill in hers, the effects already kicking in ... the room having an immediate butterfly effect... vision and hearing drifting in and out...

Dahlia’s head lolls back, the black swan claiming her neck and every exposed space. Stimulating jolts rush through her body, each deep breath intoxicating her even more, as she drifts away in euphoria.

She was claiming every emotion that Dahlia needed expelled from her... She craved this from Sam, but she didn’t even know if he’d reach out or if bourbon was his lover for this dreaded Lover’s holiday...

Her tongue swirled and flicked her flooding center, part due to thinking of Sam touching her this way, the other was all being summoned by this passionately desperate woman...

London was her stage name, but to keep things in context, she would go by the Black Swan... Dahlia’s was the Raven... keeping in with tonight’s theme.

Before the taste of her juices could barely soak her tongue, she pulled her up, pressing into her, kissing with a passion unimaginable as she imagined how Sam would take her in this moment...

Her fingers toyed excitedly with her g-string panty, until they felt her wetness trickle over them as she inserted three fingers deep within in, her thrusting erratically... periodically turning her face back to her ... not allowing her to escape one second of the pleasure she had been imagining through her entire performance.

She was losing herself at Dahlia’s touch, but confused at the intensity of it all, she finally escaped her hold... breathing the spasmodic words, “I’m married... I ... I can’t feel this... You.... I... I have to go...”

She stood against the wall, totally conflicted, irresolute of her desire for this stranger donning a raven costume. The electrical stimulation that coursed through her in the kiss they just shared, has her suddenly wondering how she’d reacted so drastically to Sam’s infidelity.

She was divorcing the man who had captured her being in totality... How could she be so hypocritical? She turns to run away at first, but turns back to the raven, rushing to her ... taking her against the wall without hesitation, unable to resist what she feels from her touch.

The Raven asks the Black Swan if there is somewhere they can be together, the powder room not being the optimal place for this behavior.

Speechless, she led her further down Black Swan Lane, entering into the Red Rooms. Dahlia has never been this far into the club before.

As they walked down the hallway lit only by the red lighting, Dahlia thought of Sam. She wondered if he enjoyed the sashay of her walk, the sultry stroking of her hair. She imagined his arousal, his kisses along her body, starting to get a feel of why he was so drawn to her.

They entered the room, the Black Swan teasingly looking over her shoulder asking, “Is this what you had in mind?” Her strong accent proving even more enticing in this atmosphere. “Yes... why don’t you sit in the chair while I explore the room a bit... to see what sweet torture you will endure next...”

The Black Swan looks at the Raven, admiring her frame in the soft lighting. “Oh!, what do we have here, are these for use? Or are they a display of catalogued items for sale here?”

“Each room has them, for this level of membership... Don’t worry amante, they’re all new. I restock my room after each visit. Usually those leave with you as a memento of the experience. Allora qual è il tuo piacere? So what's your pleasure?”

She examines the walls’ contents, opting for the vibrating extended strap-on dildo. She looks towards the Black Swan with seductive turn of her chin, “You’ve been a slutty girl tonight... I really think you deserve to be fucked... Sooooo...” She walks over to her, taking her hand slowly, leading her to the chaise.

“Straddle it, bending towards the back for support... Hold on tight! You’ll need it, because I am going to fuck the naughty out of you.” She takes her instructed position as the Raven prepares to deliver the punishment promised.

With the vibration now sending a rush through her own core, she takes the flavored lubricant from the wall, dripping it along in a manner that sends visions of Sam through her mind. Her desire is to act out what he would do to her in this moment. Craving him now more than ever, she just can’t help but wonder what he would feel watching her take his precious swan before his eyes.

Coming up behind her, she teases the length of the strap on against her opening, while dragging her nails along her thigh... up her ass... moving her hand around to separate her lips as she slowly drives the cock into her... her own center ghostly experiencing the feel of Sam entering her... her mind giving the vision of him entering the Black Swan... a dual eroticism that causes her to drive the cock relentlessly into the Black Swan as she silently moaned, taking the force with a devilish grin... reaching back to attempt contact with any piece of skin. Her thrusts become erratic as she finds her release, but she doesn’t allow the Black Swan to claim hers, pulling free of her core in a teasingly slow stroke.

Repositioning, Dahlia lay on the chaise and pulled the Black Swan backwards until she was over her face. She flicks her opening teasingly, until her quivers tell her to go further. Jutting her tongue into her space rotating between hummingbird speed to slow circulating movements, she claims her release sucking noisily in show of her triumph.

Tears begin to stream from underneath the mask as the Black Swan tries to regain normal breathing. Her mind tormented over giving in to this connection that she was afraid to acknowledge. She has only connected to one other in this way... and she had made the choice to walk away.

Seeing her struggle, the Raven rises to take her hand in an attempt to hold her. But legs failing her, she falls to the floor taking the Raven with her. They lie together on the velvet floor, the Raven gently kissing her between breaths, stroking her hair softly.The Black Swan responds as if she has found her lifeline, holding her tightly until she finally reaches her calm.

Having watched on as she pleasured another, his arousal reached a peak that would no longer allow him to remain just a spectator... maybe this stranger could help him feel again... No love, no pressure, no connection... just release...

As one partner exited, he watches her lay upon the velvet flooring, gently stroking the places that once was lined with the supple lips of another... the stimulating trail cascading throughout her delicate skin... reveling in the passionate arousal that still remained.. wondering what the next would make her feel...

She never heard his approach, just the words whispered, “Take me away from reality, and let me return the favor...” as he straddled her frame...allowing his girth to glide gently against her mound as if questioning her readiness for him.

The gentle purr of her response, gave its sign of agreement. “What should I call you?” She gasped, as his large hands cupped both of her breasts, stroking ever so gently until reaching their peak. He whispers, “Dark Phoenix” just before the pleasant flicker of his tongue was felt along her nipples as he brings them close to her chest’s center... the moistened heat from his breath as he teased the dark circle surrounding each one before slowly closing his lips around it, lightly biting to its tips.

Her audible breaths summon every endorphin within him, followed by her soft moans, her nails dragging along the lengths of his muscular arms, seeing every flex at the sensitivity of her touch in her mind.

He takes her hair into his hands, pulling with enough force to expose her neck in a taut stretch for his pleasure. He runs his nose along her neck’s side, taking in her fragrance, coming to her earlobe as he takes it within his mouth. The suction driving her to arc into his frame... just the lightest touch says she is ready to take control.

Nudging him with her frame, he takes his cue, rolling over taking her with him, their bodies now flush with Sam at her mercy. She kisses him as if he is the most significant being in her world, drawing back, causing him to chase her kiss. He grips her head kissing her with the most exhilarating tongue movement she could desire, imagining how this would feel at her center, returning the fervor of his kiss.

Now in the lounge chair that Sam once occupied, the Black Swan self pleasures as she watches on intensely, drawing her own quick breaths with each stroke of her center, feeling the touch of the Dark Phoenix in her own imagination.

Turning to face his massive erection in an exaggerated display of her rear and underside for his viewing, she bends for his touch as she takes him completely into her mouth... his hands in a tight grip of her ass while his thumbs provide a circular tease to her opening.

She pulls slowly up his shaft in a suctioned grip, causing Sam’s beautiful tone  to show in his abs as he comes up to take her thighs over his shoulder, lifting her center for his taste. Each now giving stroke for stroke in response to the other’s throbbing, they begin to reach the euphoric state that will bring forth the rewards of their efforts.

The Black Swan was now stroking through her orgasm with a rapid pace, as she watched him devour the Raven’s juices flowing forward... her convulsive backward thrust against his face giving sign of her release... her inability to continue as she climaxes cause her to hold a firm suction of his tip with the occasional release to scream out, “Yes, Dark Phoenix... Yes!!!”

As she crests in her orgasm, she works him to bring his flow rushing forward so forcefully that she can feel the rush in her nasal cavity, providing a momentary exhale of his flow into her nasal passage.

She releases him to control the burning pain of this rush, he lowers her and swiftly takes hold of her hips, and in a magician’s move, now is straddling her, losing control of this lustful desire to feel her from within.

He thrusts deep within her, long stroking in a fluent wavelike motion that draws her orgasms in succession. Her coos drive him to his final release, dragging her along with him under the covering of his costume’s cape.

Involuntarily, their bodies move together at each reminder of the unexpected fulfillment of each other’s need... each pulsing twitch of his girth causing her slow grind, as if having to command every ounce of elation from each other.

Feeling even more conflicted than before, turned on even further by this silhouetted display, the black swan returns to the powder room and applies a full black face... her mood now darker than at first arrival... Her night of pleasure... about to elevate to a higher level than she’s ever reached for before...

Dahlia stands alone the top row of the auditorium, watching the Black Swan find her way to the stage. When she finally appears, she takes a refreshing breath, gently tilting her head as a gesture of availability. Upon looking through the crowd for her next partner, she sees the Raven eyeing her and gives a subtle salute of goodbye.

Reciprocating the gesture with a slow nod, Dahlia turns to take her leave. To her surprise, she sees the Dark Phoenix taking his exit as well. She approaches with a tilted chin to avoid him directly looking her in the face, as she strides through the open door gently sliding her hand across his chest as a thanks for his courtesy.

She slowly makes her way through the dark garden, hearing his footsteps close behind. She has a slight curiosity as to who this man could be, a brief familiarity coming to mind as their intimacy replays in her thoughts as she reaches the exit to the parking area. She bares right as he bears left, hitting the remote start to his vehicle. The unique chirp catches her attention, causing her to turn in time to see this mysterious Dark Phoenix enter his Sypder, just as he removes his mask.

“Sam!” ...She can’t believe her eyes...

But she has her confirmation as the sleek Coupe passes her, the tags reading “Mr. P. SZ.”

Dahlia wished a Happy Valentine’s Day to Lovers Happy and Torn... and those seeking Love! Her delivery is late... she will definitely never take drugs from a stranger again... that was all she’d promise me, unfortunately...

It was a hard fight to win after she called me on my own drinking... I just had to be quiet, lol...

[ariwritessometimes]

Thank you so much 💖💖💖

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era Masterlist

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Summary: Five Royals ruled over Narnia, crowned by Aslan himself. Their story is legend throughout all the land. A great detail of note is that these Kings and Queens are from another world. The fifth is even more odd - for she came from the same world as the others, but from an entirely different century.

When this small family is separated by time, it seems unlikely that they will ever meet again. But, Aslan’s will is a tricky thing. Will the five be able to cope in this new Narnia, when everything they knew has gone, and a Telmarine Prince makes a bid for the throne?

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Magic, Major Character Death

Chapter One - A Curious Beginning

Chapter Two - Narnia, Again

Chapter Three - The Arrest of Mister Tumnus

Chapter Four - Gifts Long Overdue

Chapter Five - The Great Aslan

Chapter Six - Written in the Stars

Chapter Seven - A Moment to Last Forever

Chapter Eight - Lost in Shadow

Chapter Nine - The Red Lady

Chapter Ten - Keeper of Dreams

Chapter Eleven - Return of the Queen

Chapter Twelve - He Who Leads

Chapter Thirteen - Destiny and Fate

Chapter Fourteen - Time at Last to Rest

Chapter Fifteen - The Hour of Doom

Chapter Sixteen  - Homeward Bound

Chapter Seventeen - Once a King or Queen

Chapter Eighteen - A Discovery at Narrowhaven

Chapter Nineteen - Diaries and Duels

Chapter Twenty - Ordinary Dreams

Chapter Twenty One - Storm Warning

Chapter Twenty Two - Deathwater Island

Chapter Twenty Three - Signs of Magic

Chapter Twenty Four - We have Our Heading

Chapter Twenty Five - How the Needle Spins

Chapter Twenty Six - Dark Island

Chapter Twenty Seven - There Shall Find the Utter East

Chapter Twenty Eight - Epilogue

Complete

Additional Content:

A Revelation in Archenland - One Shot

The Third Arrow - One Shot

I made a playlist

[harleybeaumont]

Choices Spread Kindness Celebration

I’m late as always.. but I wanted to give some shout outs!

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First off- To all my readers. The fact that there are people out there who want to read things that come from my brain still astounds me! I am so thankful for you all for taking the time to read what I write. Every like, comment, share, and DM brings me so much happiness and makes my day! 💕 So THANK YOU so much!

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Second - To other writers. You guys are the reason I came to tumblr and your writing encouraged me to attempt to write my own fics. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve stayed up late binge reading a series or one shots I found on here. And I LOVED every minute of it! I know it takes a lot of time to put your ideas down on paper (or laptop), not to mention editing, making moodboards, etc - So thank you so much for sharing your stories with the rest of us!

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I also missed Artist Love day, but I need to give you all a shout out as well! I have seen so many amazing art commissions on here and recently I got my first one! I still have to write the chapter (it’ll be soon) before I post it, but this artist did a fantastic job and I want to give them some love! I cant WAIT to show it to you. Not only is @weetlebeetle an amazing artist, they are also extremely kind and a joy to work with. Highly recommended! ❤️

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I also want to give a shout out to those who create events like this and share our stories that keep the fandom alive. I know I’m still relatively new here, but I have seen some of the sweetest people go out of their way to include me and others and make sure our work gets shared. So thank you! What you do is so important and we appreciate it! @lovealexhunt @jerzwriter @lucy268-mod  @choicesficwriterscreations 

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Tagging everyone on my tag list so you all know how much I appreciate and love you! I have made some amazing friends on here and I’m so grateful to have met you! (if I’ve missed anyone it is not intentional!)

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also want to give some love to @secretaryunpaid @ladylamrian @dcbbw @lacyb16 @princess-geek @flowerpowell​ @aallotarenunelma​ for always being so kind when we’ve interacted!

[txemrn]

It's that time again!

Hey, sweet friends!

Firstly, if you are being tagged, that means that at some point, you enjoyed something that I've written and asked for a tag. And for that, I want to thank you so much for the support! 💜

Second, I'd like to take this moment to update my tag list. But, I'm going to need your help! Here's how it's going to work:

If you want to remain on my tag list, please comment on this post or DM me exactly where you would like to be tagged.

If you wish to be removed, keep scrolling. NO comment is necessary. There are NO hard feelings, NO questions asked (people and tastes change).

⭐ Remember ⭐

The tag list is a tool for YOU. It's not about making me feel good or special; it's all about making it easier for YOU to know when I've posted something that you are interested in reading. Please consider this before you comment. I don't want to annoy anyone with unwanted tags.

I will start using my new tag list ...

Monday, September 26th

... but please know that you can send me a tag change request at any time.

Thank y'all so much for your time! I appreciate y'all! 💜

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[chemist-ana]

Hello lovely people, friends, followers,

I definitely meant to do this before I made a post but I got excited when I finally had finished something, so I am doing it now instead! It's been 8 months (give or take) since I really had my stories going, so I thought I would do a tag list clean-up, just to see who is still around.

TAG LIST UPDATE

I want to give a HUGE thank you to all the people that have been with me through all of the stories and musings I have told about my characters. You have made this journey that I have taken by writing for fun, something that I have never done before, so much freaking fun. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Below the cut will be my current tag list. Please help me clean this up:

Please COMMENT on this post or MESSAGE me personally, and tell me exactly what I need to do with your tag. If you want to follow a certain story/series, don’t be afraid to tell me specifically what you want. If you’re feeling wild, request a perma tag, and I will tag you in everything. If you are not on my current list, now is the PERFECT time to request a tag! 

If you want to be removed completely, there are NO HARD FEELINGS. Things change. Whatever your reason may be, I know how awkward that conversation can be. So, I’d like to make it easy for you: if you do NOT comment or send me a message, I will take that as your respectful request to be removed.

‘Likes’ on this post are sweet and appreciated, but they do NOT communicate what you want me to do with your tag. Please, please, please comment or message me.

Perma Tag List: @alexabeta @bisexualdisasteracd @kachrisberry @kat-tia801 @khoicesbyk @jerzwriter @lady-calypso @mainstreetreader  @nestledonthaveone @peonierose @quixoticdreamer16 @secretaryunpaid  @shewillreadyou @sfb123 @shannonwrote @shopaholic2022 @socalwriterbee @somersetmummy @txemrn

OH tags:  @headoverheelsforramsey  @irisofpurple

Wicked Game Tag List: @bebepac 

Sam and Ana ONLY Tag List:

Robin ONLY Tag List: @harleybeaumont

TNA ONLY Tag List:

[khoicesbyk]

Beloved.

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Explicit. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 5,063 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 27.) Sins Of The Father.

“thou shalt not bow down thyself unto them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.”-KJVAAE

“You shall not bow down to them or serve them; for I the Lord your God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me,”-ESV

‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭5:9‬

After watching Roman have a standoff with her parents, Naia was even more determined to find out what made her mother leave home. And one of the first ways to do that was for her to get her hands on the diary Laurie had. Naia knew she was taking a risk but she had to know the truth.

The next morning while her mother went to visit Joey at home and her dad went to meet with the realtor and contractor, Naia decided that was as good a time as ever to sneak a peek at her mom's old diary. She grabbed the diary from off the dresser and took it back to her room to read it quietly.

Naia steeled herself for whatever ugly secrets about her mother that she was about to uncover. She opened the diary to a random page her mother wrote about her father. This page was about the night they met.

“So there I was, going about my business when he pulled up and smiled at me. His name is Shane. He's cute. I hope I see him again.”

Naia skipped some more to another page. This one was about Xander.

“Xander is my Alpha. But he's also a mentor. I am his apprentice. He expects the best of me. That is what I will give him. I will be better. I will be stronger. I will be faster. I will be more alert. I will be my absolute best.”

The more Naia read the more tame the diary was. Nothing really stood out, until she got to a page that showed when she started Wolfbane.

“Had my first shot today. I still don’t understand why I have to take them but if my Alpha commands it, I will obey.”

As Naia continued to read, she found out when her mother first knew when she fell in love with Xander and eventually her father.

“I know it's stupid. But Xander is amazing. The way he runs The Pack is flawless. And the look he always gives me always gives me butterflies. I know that he would never choose me because he already has a mate. And I've tried to hide it the best way that I could but I can't help it or how I feel. I love him. I'm in love with him.”

“Yikes!” Naia thought to herself as she read that entry.

As she read the chapter her mother wrote about her father Naia felt something that was close to nauseated.

“What can I say about Shane? I love his smile! And when he smiles at me, I want to melt.  And I know I should stay away from him but Shane shows me the type of love that I can't and never will get from Xander. He's sweet. He's patient. He's kind. And when he kisses me I feel like the only girl in the world. I think I love him. I know I'm in love with him. Even though I shouldn't be. Xander would never allow us to be together. But I can't leave him alone.”

“That was gross! Oh My God! So gross! I shouldn't have read ANY of that.” Naia thought to herself.

Just then she heard a car door shut. Her parents were home. And if they found out that she had read her mother's old diary, she'd be in trouble. Naia had just put her mother's old diary back on the dresser and came out of the guest room when her parents came through the door.

“Hi mama! Hi daddy! You’re back already!”

Shane and Laurie looked at each other then looked at her.

“What have you been doing?”

“Nothing.”

Naia answered the question far too quickly for her parents. And she knew it by the way her mother rolled her eyes. And her father groaned.

“When are you going to learn to stop lying to us, girl?”

Naia bit her bottom lip.

“I…wasn’t…lying?”

Laurie cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“That's a question, not a definitive answer.”

“Naia…”

“I promise daddy, I wasn't doing anything!”

“Then why do you look like Sylvester after he finally ate Tweety?” Laurie asked.

Naia didn't know what to say to that.

“Look baby, whatever it is you were doing I hope you had a good reason for doing it.” Shane said to her.

“Oh I definitely did.”

Meanwhile at the Den, Roman was having his own dilemma. He had been thinking about everything Laurie had said to him and after talking with Trent, he'd even considered that she may have been right. But he wouldn't know for sure until he looked in his parent's room. He hadn't been in the room since his mother passed away. It was too painful for him. But if he was to get to the bottom of Laurie’s claims he knew what he had to do.

He lit the candles on the wall and looked around the room. His father's scent lingered even after his death. As did the scent of his mother. He sat down on the bed they shared and began to miss them both. Especially her. She was everything to him. And to return to the room she shared with his father. It generated feelings in him in ways he never thought possible.

As he looked around the room, he saw the chest that Laurie mentioned. The more he looked at it, the more his curiosity and apprehension warred with each other. He wanted to know but he didn't want to disrespect the memory or the man who was his father. But he couldn't let the nagging feeling of what if go.

He stood up from the bed then walked over to the large chest. He ran a hand over it and could feel his father. After pausing for a moment to take a deep breath, he opened the chest. And Roman could hardly believe what he found. This chest was filled with paperwork, tapes, charts, and other documents that he didn't understand. He couldn't believe his father kept things like this. They were human. They were things Xander had forbidden others from keeping in the den. As he dug deeper in the chest, he came upon an envelope that was addressed to him.

He opened the envelope and read the letter inside.

It was from his mother.

My son.

If you have found this letter then that means Laurie has finally returned. And it is now time for you to know the truth. Call on Noemi and have the tribunal that Laurie was denied. The truth must be told. You must know everything that happened. I can only hope that you don't love me any less for what it is you discover.

I love you.

Mom.

Roman set the letter down on the bed and took a shuddering breath. It had been years since he’d seen his mother's handwriting. But more so, he needed to know what she meant. As he went back through the paperwork he found he kept coming across the words Operation: Wolfbane. That name stuck out to him because of what Laurie and Trent had told him. He knew somehow it all had to be connected but he didn’t know how. But he was determined to find out.

With his mother's letter in hand, he left his parent's room and went to speak with Noemi. He found her meditating in her room. When she opened her eyes to him, he was bowing at her feet.

“Honored Speaker, I must speak with you.”

“Hello, my child. Is there a truth you seek?”

“Yes, honored one. What does this mean?” He asked as he showed her the letter from his mother.

Noemi looked at the letter in his hands and sighed heavily.

“It means that you are ready to learn the truth.”

Roman looked at her quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

Noemi looked at him calmly.

“It is time for you to know the lie your father told us all. Including your mother.”

Roman slowly sat down in front of her.

“Does this have to do with Laurie and her betraying my father?”

“Yes, my child. Because the truth is, she never betrayed him.”

Roman looked at her incredulously.

“What are you talking about?!”

Noemi gave him a rueful look.

“You went into your father's room and opened the chest. That chest holds the proof of all of your father's crimes.”

Roman took a shaky yet defiant breath.

“It can't be true. He would never!”

“I know this is hard and unfortunate but it is also true. Your father became obsessed with the legend of a Wolf Bride. And would stop at nothing to prove that there was one among us.”

Roman’s face fell and could feel his heart breaking.

“No! Mother! There must be a mistake!”

She looked at him sympathetically.

“No, my child. It is true.”

“But what does Naia’s mother have to do with this?”

“She's the one he chose to be a Wolf Bride. And when she fell in love with her mate, your father refused to let her go. It's why her mate shot him. He tried to take Naia away from them.”

Roman couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“But that is not where this all begins.”

“I'm not sure I understand, Honored Speaker.”

“Your mother bore a child before you. And your father had Laurie kill the child. Or so we all thought.”

Roman’s mouth dropped open.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Naia was determined to find out more about what caused her mother to leave. And the only way to do that was to get her hands on her mom's old diary. She crept into her parents room as quietly as she could, and when she looked on the dresser where the diary was, it wasn’t there.

“Can I help you?”

Naia froze before turning around to see her mother standing behind her holding the diary.

“Mom!”

“Looking for something?”

“Ummm…”

Laurie shook her head.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.”

“Why didn’t I hear you?”

Laurie scoffed.

“I was trained by the greatest predator alive. If I ever dared to give my position away he’d have my head.”

“So it’s instinct?”

“Yes. Now answer my question. What are you looking for? And don’t even bother lying to me.”

“I was looking for your old diary?”

“That’s a question. Not an answer.”

“It’s the truth.”

“You will not let this go will you?”

“I can’t mama.”

“Even if it winds up hurting me or worse getting me killed?”

Naia stared at her mother.

“What are you talking about?”

“Whatever it is you’re looking for isn’t in the diary. The only way you’re gonna know is if I tell you everything.”

Naia swallowed then squared her shoulders.

“Tell me everything mom.”

Laurie took a deep breath.

“Have a seat. There’s no use in me keeping it to myself anymore.”

Naia sat down on the bed and was joined by her mother.

“Mama what could you have done that could possibly get you killed?”

“As I told you, Delia had a child two years before your Alpha was born.”

“You said that Xander wanted you to kill the child but you didn't.”

“I couldn't. But Xander didn't know that. He thought I killed the child. Because that's what I told him.”

“What really happened?”

“When Delia got pregnant with their child, many were overjoyed. No one more than Xander. He would finally have a pup to carry on his legacy of leading the Pack. Like his father did with him.”

“I'm not seeing a reason why he would want you to kill his child.”

“You have to understand werewolf pups and birth. Any pup born wrong as they put it is of no use to the Pack.”

“What do you mean born wrong?”

“If a pup is born on a full moon they're born Primal. They normally don't survive.”

“I don't understand.”

“The night Delia’s son was born there was a full moon in the sky. She started to have complications. She barely made it to the hospital. And when she did, she had to give birth right then and there to save the child’s life. That's when we all found out it was a boy.”

“That's good, right?”

“You would think so. But the problem began when Xander found out she'd given birth. He went to the hospital to see her, and when he saw the baby he instantly rejected him.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Because the baby was born blind.”

“Oh my God!”

“As I said, any child born wrong is of no use according to Pack Law. And there's nothing that a blind werewolf can do for its Pack.”

“That's cruel.”

“Yeah, I know. But Pack Law is the law. When Xander told Delia that the child was to be put to death, she told him no. And that is something you never do.”

“I'm proud of her. She should have told him no.”

“I wish she had said yes. It would have saved me a whole bunch of trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

“When she told him no, he balked at her. They argued from what I was told, but ultimately he told her that she had a week to say goodbye to the baby.”

“How could he be so heartless?”

Laurie shrugged. Clearly uncomfortable.

“How did you wind up with their son?”

Laurie swallowed the lump in her throat.

“All Wolf kin mates usually keep places in town. Delia was no different. She had a small apartment. She had to have one for her job as a teacher. She was coming home from the baby's first doctor's appointment when she ran into Xander, Waylon and Benson.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“From what I was told, it wasn’t. They argued over the child and it got real ugly real fast. According to what I was told since she couldn’t make a decision he would make it for her.”

“What did he do?”

“He took the baby from her and she tried to fight. But, Xander was not only her mate and Alpha but that day he had help. Benny and Waylon held her back as he walked off with the baby. From what I know, she screamed, cried, and begged him to reconsider because that was their child. That baby deserved love and care. But Xander would not hear a word she said. All he told her was that she had better be back at the den when he returned. And if she wasn't there would be consequences.”

Naia sat there in shock. She didn't know what to think.

“My God. How could he?”

Laurie let out a rueful chuckle.

“I think you're underestimating the power of an Alpha.”

“But Roman would never!”

“That's because he doesn't have any pups. And I plan on keeping it that way.”

“Is that why you don't want me anywhere near him?”

“Yes. The Alpha’s job isn't just about protecting and guiding the Pack. It's also about furthering its line. Your Alpha chose you for a reason. The same reason his father chose me.”

Naia took notice of the crack in Laurie’s voice.

“But I don't understand how you got mixed up in all of this.”

Laurie took a shaky breath.

“When Xander took the child he went into the woods. And he was gonna kill the child himself but instead, he decided that it would be my task to kill the baby.”

Naia held her mother's hand.

“I was sitting at home writing in my diary when Xander showed up with the baby in his arms. I didn't know what to do. I asked him why he was here, and that's when he placed the baby in my arms and told me that he was giving me a task. And my task was simple, I was to kill that baby. And then he said that if I wanted to truly have a place in the Pack at his side, I would do as he commanded of me.”

“Mama…why didn't you tell anyone?”

“I did. Once I brought the baby into the house, I laid him down on the couch and I called Joey crying over the phone and begged her to come over because I needed help.”

“What happened?”

“Joey showed up and I explained everything to her. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't keep the baby with me. Xander would've had my head.”

“What did you do?”

“We knew that we couldn't keep the baby in town so we made a plan to get the baby out of town. Joey was going to her aunt's wedding in Morganton and I would go with her and her mom. It was the only way we had to get the baby out without Xander knowing.”

“How old were you?”

“16. Imagine being that young and terrified.”

Naia shook her head sadly.

“I went to the den and told Xander that I was leaving to go to Morganton and that I would be back that Sunday. I even promised to bring him back these triple chocolate cookies that he loved so much. Even though they always made him sick.”

“And he bought it?”

“Yup. But not before asking me if I had completed my task.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I lied and said yes.”

“What else happened?”

“When I got home Z was there and was asking questions about the baby and I told him.”

“What did he say?”

Laurie scoffed.

“He threatened to tell Xander. But I told him that he owed me for always saving his ass and that if I meant anything to him, he'd keep his trap shut.”

Naia nodded slowly.

“I met Joey and her mother at the bus station and we left after that.”

“What did you do with the baby?”

“The whole bus ride there we were scared that he should shift but he didn't. He just fussed in my arms.”

“And what happened when you got to Morganton?”

“When we got there we dropped the baby off in a basket outside of a fire station.”

“And you never saw the baby after that?”

Laurie shook her head no.

“We dropped the baby off and never looked back.”

Naia looked at her mother in a whole new light.

“I can't believe he made you do that.”

Laurie shook her head.

“I could've said no. I should've. But he had this look of menace that terrified me. Besides, disobeying my Alpha could've ended badly for me or worse meant my death.”

“How long have you been carrying this around?”

“37 years. I'm not proud of it. But I did what I had to do to save that baby’s life.”

Naia hugged her mother. She finally understood.

“Did Xander ever find out?”

“I don’t know. I doubt it. Joey, her mother, and Zane all swore to secrecy. For the good of us all, we couldn't let anyone find out. Not even Delia.”

“You didn't tell her?!”

“Not until after Xander was dead.”

“What do you mean?”

“She came to see after he died. She wanted to know what happened to her son. And I told her everything. I told her and Noemi.”

“Do you think Roman knows?”

“No. He couldn't know at least not at that time. Because if I had come forward, he would've never been able to be Alpha. The Elders would've wanted to find his brother and make him Alpha. And that wouldn't have been fair to him. So Delia asked me to stay away. She said that I owed it to her. And when her son was named Alpha she would make sure that he knew the truth and that he would set this right.”

“Then why didn't she do that?”

“She died before she could tell him the truth. Zane called me out of the blue and told me that she had died and wouldn't be safe for me to come home. Because your Alpha wouldn't listen to reason. What his father taught him and especially what he told the Pack was law. And I'd be dead if I ever showed my face here.”

“But Mommy if you just talked to him, I'm sure he'd understand–”

Naia was cut off by a shout from her father coming from outside.

“What was that?”

Laurie had an uneasy look on her face.

“Whatever it is, it can't be good. Stay here!”

Laurie got up and went to investigate. When she got to the patio, she saw Shane with his gun pointed at two werewolves. It was Isobel and Barrett. They were in their Primal forms.

“Stay back!” Shane shouted at the advancing werewolves.

“Shane! Don't shoot!”

“Are you insane?! They just showed up demanding that you go with them!”

“They're not gonna hurt me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Shane asked over his shoulder.

“Their Alpha sent them here.”

“So?”

Laurie looked at the werewolves in amusement.

“Why are you two here?”

Both shifted into human proportions.

“You have been summoned! Come!”

Laurie rolled her eyes.

“You could at least tell me why.”

“A tribunal is being convened.”

“Finally!” Laurie said in relief.

“Let's go!” Barrett commanded.

“Don't get your panties in a bunch I'm going.”

Shane lowered his gun, turned around, then looked at Laurie like she had lost all sense.

“No! You are NOT going anywhere!”

“I have to!”

“No!”

“This is the only way this will end!”

Shane let out an aggravated sigh.

“Fine! Then I'm going with you!”

Laurie turned to face her husband.

“No, you’re not!”

“You are not going by yourself!”

“Shane, listen to me! You go anywhere near the den and they'll kill you before you even have a chance to open your mouth!”

The look in Shane’s eyes broke her heart.

“Laurie, please! You can't go alone! What if they don't believe you?! What if their Alpha decides to…”

Shane's voice hitched as Laurie brought his face close to hers.

“Look at me. It'll take more than a bunch of pups puffing their chests out to kill me.”

Shane shook his head sadly.

“I made a promise to keep you safe.”

“I swear to you. I'll be safe.”

“Laurie I can't lose you! Not now.”

Laurie pulled her husband close as his voice broke.

“You won't lose me. I will always come back to you. I will always come home to you.”

That's when Naia spoke up from the doorway.

“I’ll go with her.”

Shane turned around.

“No! Absolutely not!”

“Daddy, Roman won't hurt me. And as long as I'm there, he won't hurt mom.”

“I don’t care! You aren't going!”

“Shane…she's right.”

Shane didn't want to admit it but they were right. And he knew it when he looked back at his wife.

“If I don't go with you, who's going to protect you and our daughter?”

“I will.”

They all turned to see Zane coming from the front of the house.

“I couldn't find my key so I thought I'd use the spare I had stashed away and I couldn't help but overhear.”

Shane's eyebrow twitched.

“You wouldn't protect your sister from that monster before!”

“I know that. And Shane, you have no idea how much I have regretted not doing so. But I'm hoping that she'll at least let me try to protect her now.”

When Laurie looked at Zane for the first time in years, she saw her brother.

“Please, squirt. That's all I ask.”

“Fine. You can come with us.”

Zane nodded.

“Thank you, Laurie.”

Shane closed his eyes, took a deep breath then let it out slowly. When he opened his eyes, Naia was right beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and Laurie and held them close.

“You two are the most important things in life to me. If I ever lost the two of you…you might as well kill me. Because I would never be able to go on.”

“We know baby.”

“We love you too daddy.”

Shane let them go before taking a menacing step to Zane with a look of fury in his eyes.

“You see them? How they go to that den is how they come back to me. If ANYTHING happens to them…I will kill you myself! Do you understand?!”

Zane nodded.

“Understood.”

“Good.”

Shane looked at Laurie and Naia one last time.

“Go. Before I change my mind.”

Laurie squeezed his hand before kissing him on his cheek.

“We’ll be back in no time.”

Laurie squared her shoulders then turned to the two werewolves.

“Let's go!”

“Follow us!” Isobel commanded.

Laurie rolled her eyes.

“No need! I know where I'm going.”

“How?”

Laurie threw Isobel a look over her shoulder.

“Follow the bond. Find the Alpha.”

Shane watched as she and the others disappeared into the woods. When he couldn't see them anymore, he looked to the setting sky and said a prayer.

“God please…protect my girls.”

Laurie led the group to a ceremonial grounds where Roman stood flanked by both Callum and Jett. With other members of the Pack gathered around.

“Well, well! If it ain't my favorite pup!”

Roman’s eyebrow twitched slightly before he regained his composure.

“Let us proceed.”

Laurie took a deep breath as she entered in between the stones.

“I've been waiting years for this.”

Naia and Zane took their places outside the ring. Through their bond, she could feel Roman’s emotions warring within him. He squared his shoulders and addressed the crowd around him.

“The tribunal for one Laurie Roberts has been convened and will proceed.”

He then turned to Laurie who looked almost bored.

“You are bound by Pack Law and will answer for your transgressions. Do you understand?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I'm here because you all want to know what happened between me and Xander. I got it. Now can we move on?”

“You are accused of betraying your Alpha and the Pack. The penalty of which is death. Do you deny the accusations against you?”

Laurie rolls her eyes.

“I deny that the accusations are accurate, to begin with.”

“What proof do you have that these accusations are false?”

“Your father kept records of every time I was given Wolfbane. Every injection date. Every audio file. Every test report.”

Murmurs and whispers began to rise amongst the crowd, they were quickly silenced when Roman held up a hand.

“Are you accusing your Alpha of wrongdoing?”

“That's exactly what I'm doing.”

Laurie’s tone was both confident and calculated.

“Those are heavy accusations to levy against your Alpha, Laurie. Especially when you have no proof.”

Laurie took a deep breath then rolled up her sleeve to reveal old needle marks on her right forearm.

“They didn't hurt at first. Hell, I barely even registered getting them when they started. It wasn't until the doses of Wolfbane doubled that I started to feel them get worse and that they started leaving marks on my arms.”

“Why were you injected?”

“Wolfbane was a project and partnership between your father and Bernard Sayre. Bernie needed test subjects and Xander needed to know if the legend of the Wolf Bride was true. So they combined their efforts. And chose me as their test subject.”

Hearing her mother's confident tone crack broke Naia’s heart. She could feel how painful it was for her mother to relive it all. She wanted to throw her arms around her mother and hold her close.

“How do any of us know that you aren't lying to save your own skin?!” Jett asked Laurie.

“You forget your place pup. Only the Alpha can question me. And you obviously aren't the Alpha.”

Jett’s eyes narrowed at Laurie.

“She's right, Jett. It is my place to question her. Not yours.” Roman quipped.

“It is a waste of time! We all know the story of her and your father. He rejected her and she betrayed him and our Pack! He showed the wounds to the elders! She is guilty!”

Laurie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“You see? She has no respect for our ways!”

“You are your father's son. Pig-headed and loud for no reason.”

“You know nothing of my father!”

“Oh please! You're all bark and no bite! That's how I know you’re Benny’s spitting image. Because that's all he was.”

Jett’s face twisted with fury.

“YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY FATHER THAT WAY?!”

“Jett! Restrain yourself!” Roman warned him.

But Jett was far too enraged to hear Roman’s command.

“I WILL END YOU TRAITOR!”

Laurie rolled her eyes.

“No, you won't pup. It's not your place.”

Jett shifted into his Primal form in front of Laurie who looked at him unimpressed.

“You're not going to hurt me.”

“YES…I…WILL!”

“Jett! Stand down!”

“You might want to listen to your Alpha pup.”

“YOU…WILL…PAY…WITH YOUR…LIFE!”

Jett took a menacing step towards Laurie who had her head cocked to the side with a smirk on her lips.

“Yup. You are every bit of Benny’s baby boy. Now, I believe your Alpha gave you a command. I suggest you follow it.”

“DIE…TRAITOR!”

“MOM!”

“Naia don't!”

Zane held Naia back as she tried to intervene. She watched helplessly as Jett reared his massive paw back ready to strike. But before he could strike Laurie a voice rang out.

“ENOUGH!”

Jett stopped mid-strike and looked around.

“WHAT…?!”

“I tried to warn you…” Laurie shrugged.

Just then Jett went flying backward. And when he landed on the ground he was human. When he looked up Laurie was surrounded by a thick fog that was swirling with Primal Magic.

“You really shouldn't have done that. You forget I'm under the Alpha’s protection pup.”

“But Roman does not–”

“Not him.”

As soon as those words left her mouth, the swirling fog behind her began to take the shape of a giant black werewolf.

“It can't be!” Zane said in total shock.

When Naia looked at Roman, he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

“Impossible!”

Laurie shrugged.

“Not really.”

Naia turned to her uncle who stood with his jaw dropped.

“Uncle Zane…what Is it? What's going on?”

Zane couldn't believe what he was seeing.

“Naia…that’s–”

Zane never got to finish his sentence. Because Laurie finished it for him.

“Hello, Xander. It's been a long time hasn't it?”

Everyone around was dead silent. For Xander had returned from the grave. The questions now were how and why had he returned?

[sfb123]

Roses are Red

Book: The Nanny Affair

Pairing: Sam Dalton x Anna Schuyler/Mason & Mickey and Anna Schuyler (friendship)

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Rating: PG (pure fluff, but it’s Sam, so he makes some allusions to things)

Word Count: 1,161

Notes: I wanted to make a Valentine’s fic. You’d think, with my writing history, I would have written something in the Royal Romance world, but the only inspiration that came to me was this Nanny Affair fluff. I know it’s also weird that it’s fluff and not smut, but fuck it, who am I to conform to expectations? It’s not much, just a little idea that popped into my head last night.

Tags: Got them below! Since my main tag list is for TRR stuff, I’m only tagging my TNA fam (if I missed you, I love you and I’m sorry I’m the worst 😘). If you’d like to be added to any future TNA fics I may (or may not) write, just let me know!

As Anna approached Mason & Mickey’s bedroom door she noticed a sign taped to it ‘Do Not Enter’. She was afraid of what experiments might be waiting for her on the other side, but their grandparents would be by shortly to pick them up for their sleepover, so she was going to need to overlook the prominently displayed new rule. She knocked on the door, and was quickly greeted by Mickey’s head, he made sure to keep the door closed enough that Anna couldn’t see in.

“Hi Anna, what’s up?”

“What are the two of you doing in there?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Nothing, we’re just working on a...project. Yea, a project.”

The uncertainty in his voice did little to squash the uneasy feeling Anna had. “You know your grandparents are going to be here soon. Did you finish packing your overnight bags?” She tried to peek past Mickey to catch a glimpse of what was happening, with no luck.

“Oh...um, no. We didn’t do it yet, we’ve been really busy with our project.”

“Alright, enough games. Mickey, you need to let me in here to see what you boys are up to.”

“No, not yet we’re almost -“

“It’s ok Mickey, I finished. She can come in!” Mason interrupted his brother from the other side of the door.

Mickey opened the door and stepped aside so Anna could enter. As soon as she crossed the threshold she was greeted by an assault of glitter and construction paper littered all around the room. “Boys, what is all of this? This is one of your messiest experiments yet.”

Anna had known the boys for just about a year, when she came into their lives, she was their nanny. In the months to follow, she entered a whirlwind affair and subsequent romance with their father, Sam Dalton. It had been 6 months since Sam left Sofia at the altar and rushed, with the boys, to the airport to stop her from disappearing from their lives forever. They had been a family ever since. While Anna wasn’t on the payroll anymore, it didn’t seem appropriate once she officially became Sam’s girlfriend, she still took care of the boys just the way she had before. Before Anna had met the twins, she didn’t have much experience with kids. She figured working for the CMO of Dalton Enterprises, in any capacity, would be a foot in the door to her career as a chemist. Then she met Mason and Mickey, and she was so taken by their excitement and enthusiasm to learn and experiment, and she knew that was exactly where she needed to be.

“It’s not an experiment Anna, it’s for you!” Mason took her hand and guided her to the table on the other side of the room, motioning for her to sit. “Ok, now close your eyes”

Anna did as she was instructed and put her hands over her eyes. She could hear some shuffling around, and shook her head, picturing Mickey and Mason shoving each other around trying to get in place.

“Ok, open them!” The twins said in unison.

Anna opened her eyes to see the boys holding up a large piece of red paper covered in glitter and lace and hearts. “What’s all this?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They handed the card to Anna.

She red the card:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

We’re glad our dad loves you

Because we love you too

“Boys. You did this for me?” Anna looked up at them with a bright smile that the boys matched as they nodded their heads. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes we did.” Mason said matter of factly. “Dad says that on Valentine’s Day, you’re supposed to show the special people in your life how important they are to you. Besides dad, you’re the most special person we have.”

Anna’s eyes began to well, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

“We’re sorry Anna, we didn’t mean to make you sad! This was supposed to make you happy!” Mickey was very concerned, and couldn’t understand how their plan could have backfired so spectacularly.

“Yea, if you’re upset about the mess, I promise we will clean it up all by ourselves. You don’t have to do any of it!” Mason added.

Anna laughed as she shook her head and wiped away another tear. “No boys, these are happy tears. I’m so honored that you would work so hard on this just for me. I love you both so much.” She held her arms open and the boys ran straight for her, engulfing her in a hug.

“Well, I guess I’m going to have to up my Valentine’s Day game if I’m going to compete with all of this.” The three of them turned their heads to the doorway and saw Sam leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know, I’ve already got two guys that want to be my valentine, I might not have room for a third.” She smirked as she rose from her seat and walked toward Sam.

“I’m sure I can convince you.” He put his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a quick kiss before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “After what I plan to do to you tonight, I have a feeling I’ll be able to convince you that the sky is green.”

The warmth of his breath mixed with the feeling of his lips brushing against her ear sent a tingle down Anna’s spine. Sam could tell, and had a sly grin on his face as he pulled back. Winking at her before turning his attention to Mason and Mickey. “Boys, your grandparents just got here. Why don’t you go keep them company while Anna and I get your things together?”

“Sure, dad!” The boys ran out into the living room, leaving Sam and Anna alone.

“You pack for Mason, I’ll get Mickey.” Sam kissed her again and led her into the twin’s room. “Let’s get them out of here so I can finally have you all to myself.”

“We’re going to have to clean up all of this first.” She gestured to the glittery mess that covered the space.

“Says who? The boys can clean all this up when they get home tomorrow.” Sam pulled her close and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to delay our Valentine’s date a moment longer than I have to.”

“You know, the boys set the bar pretty high with that card.” Anna raised one eyebrow.

“Oh I know, I saw the whole thing. Don’t worry, I’m sure I can rise to the challenge.” He replied with a wink.

She laughed, slapping his chest playfully. “Alright Dalton, enough of that, let’s get the boys packed and out of here.”

They separated and continued to pack for the twin’s overnight trip, so that they could spend the first of many Valentine’s Days together.

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[thenannyaffair-fanfics]

TNA Writers

A list of the Tumblr writers featured in this blog in alphabetical order.

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@txemrn

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[secretaryunpaid]

Fighting Temptations...

(TNA Fanfic)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: approx. 1535

Warnings/Triggers: Death, depression,

After the painful sight of Alina’s death, Sam went on a downward spiral. His actions from that point forward led to excessive alcohol abuse. He wasn't even aware of the amount that he would consume daily.

He had come to rely on his meetings with Dahlia more often than she’d expected. So much so, that he was beginning to suck her into his depression. She was losing sight of herself trying to help him escape this loop that he’d become enslaved in.

She never imagined that her revenge would push him to this level. She was so consumed with a hatred for him, that she didn’t even think of the collateral damage her actions would cause. Being in Sam’s presence was forcing her reality to take hold of her sanity.

She’d been the cause of this… and indirectly the cause of Alina’s death. She’d recently sent a picture to Alina. The sight had Alina questioning how well she even knew her husband. 

Sam had been so loving and, although Dalton Enterprises was monopolizing his life, he was always trying to be the man she’d fallen so deeply in love with.

But Alina was gone now, and after having been forced into rehab as her condition for taking him back, along with a serious commitment, he had to pull his life together. He wouldn’t lose her, too.

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Sam hired Tyrese to perform “Sweet Lady”  for his proposal … Down on his own persuasive measures since she’d left when he was most vulnerable, he figured that added touch would give him time to work his courage up to take on her denial, should this strong minded woman actually allow his entertainment.

He knew that she’d mentioned loving Tyrese’s sensual voice… She’d at least focus on the words of his song… Knowing her wit, she’d pick up quite quickly on the words meaning on this night.

She’d warned Sam that if he wasn’t contacting her with a marriage proposal, she couldn’t entertain their former patterns. He’d driven her to lust and he knew it. But she’d been able to resist his charms in the end. Whiskey and bourbon were his “new orgy” as Dahlia had put it.

He’d express that underneath the pain, he’d actually fallen in love with her. Heartbroken at the words, knowing that she’d expected a totally different conversation to result from the photo she’d sent to Alina just before her demise. She becomes enraged and her persona immediately shifts to borderline girl interrupted behavior …

“You’re professing love for ME, Sam… While GRIEVING over your TRUE LOVE ??? DO YOU FUCKING EVEN HEAR YOUR WORDS RIGHT NOW ??”

Sam flinches back in absolute confusion… “You’re telling me that I CAN’T love you, too? After every time you came to my rescue … you were ALWAYS there, Lia!! How can you expect me not to grieve? But I have to move on, and I NEED YOU to do that, Lia!” But Dahlia isn’t prepared for this turn of events.

“Sam, I ..,” tears flowing heavily, “I can’t. There are things I have d- …” Sam interrupts here with a heated kiss that draws her from the ground resting only on her tiptoes … a kiss that draws every ounce of desire … that forces her to acknowledge … her love …

When he releases her, she whispers, “Love you, too…” Momentarily stunned, she allows him to kiss her more fervently, backing her against the wall … His hand groping her meaty core, his tongue racing against her neck, against her shoulder, until he swiftly drops to her center to kiss what has drawn him to her fully.

The inhale at his touch floods her with an adrenaline that she can’t resist. She wants him … She needs him … She craves him … “Yesss, Sam,” is the delicate whisper that escapes her lips as she bites down, letting the rush consume her…

“NO!”

She pushes Sam away, but he is not giving in… He holds her firmly, pulling her into his tongue thrusts … into his finger strokes … into his teething graze of her core … He growls his hunger loudly, letting her know he has seized his prey and won’t give without her trembling release …

His animalistic nature returns… his former self coming along with it … She has become his tether to reality… Her reluctance only fuels him more. 

He pulls her to the floor, laying his weight upon her as he grinds against her, “Tell me you DON’T want me Lia… TELL ME !!!,” he demands with firmness… “You CAN’T !!,” are the last words spoken as he tears away her clothing … tears away her control … devouring her moans with his aggressive kisses, sliding her thong to the side and thrusting his hardened length into her … loving her with a roughness as if punishing her for ever thinking of walking away from him …

Tonight, he will stake his claim on her heart … he will offer all of himself with each thrust, building into a powerful hammering that leaves them both convulsing with release …

As Sam lays atop her frame, she lays silently tears flowing uncontrollably … How can she love this man … after the things he’d caused her to endure … the personality changes, the … the … all thoughts end as he lifts to kiss her again … Oh damn, I can’t resist … round two is always better than the first … and with that, she is sucked in again … this time, she gives her all … because this time … this time has to be her last … but how?

“Dammit, Sam…,” is the last of her thoughts as his sex takes hold of her soul.

 After he had fully put his mark of ownership on Dahlia’s body, after she’d clawed her last orgasm on his back … he lifted her like a weightless doll, and carried her to the bed, so spoon the night away with her in his loving hold… 

Morning comes, and Sam kisses her, “Good morning, Lia. Do you forgive me for last night??” She stares into his eyes, the biggest smile of pleasure shown on her face, “Mmmhmm, forgiven.”

“Good, cause you know I never miss breakfast.”

“But, I’m sore, Sam …”

He places a finger over her lips … “I’ve got you, Lia.”

And with that, she convinces herself that this will be the final time…

“Damn, girl … I love you! You’re so damned sexy,” he growls, before giving her the most sensual and gentle love making she’s ever experienced … She now knew that he’d truly committed himself to her.

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Freddy Jackson’s “Tasty Love” is the song he belts from the shower … Dahlia can’t help but smile … “Damn, I LOVE HIM…” But the smile quickly fades as she sees the notification on Sam’s phone over on the nightstand.

“Sam, we need to talk, NOW !!!” {sender T.B.O.P .eggplant kitty emojis…}

She gets a clench in her chest … TBOP, TBOP … until she understands the acronym to be The Boys of Princeton… And just like that, her horrors flood back to mind, reaching an anxiety level beyond control. She can’t keep hold of her sanity … 

She looks towards the direction of the shower, but Sam is still in his feelings, now belting lyrics to “Just a Touch Away” by Freddie Jackson. Water drops in heavy sounds, signifying that he is still mid cleanse … “LOVE IS JUST, JUST A SIMPLE TOUCH …,” are the words he’s crooning out.

She darts for her outer clothing strewn near the door … not taking the time to fully dress … noting that Sam had literally torn her clothes off of her, she looks around frantically … As she spots his suit shirt, she hurriedly takes, grabbing her clutch and shoes…

Rushing as fast as she can, buttoning the last button, she reaches for the door handle … “I owe him a goodbye at least …” 

Knowing that she can’t leave if he is face to face, she scribbles a quick note …  “I love you, but I can’t do this Sam.” Sealed with a lip imprint, a final kiss of crimson, she drops the note near his phone, and slips out of his life …  Her plan… never look back …

Sam emerges into the bedroom, backside winding in a nasty grind … his playful side of love … only to spin around to an empty room… “Lia?”

“Hmm, morning game play, huh? Okay, okay… Let me just check the time, see if I can make this happen for her…,” his happy thoughts searching for today’s game … until he reaches for his phone, hearing the notification … “What’s this, she’s such a tease … OH !?!”

Disappointment immediately settles in, but the notification comes again … 

“Dalton, we need to get together … You owe us still,” is the last of the messages received. Scrolling further, he then reads the messages all of the way through angrily … His eyes flitting between his phone and Lia’s note …

[harleybeaumont]

Updated Tag List

Here is my updated tag list. (from when I asked over a month ago.. oops)

If I missed anyone, please let me know. 🥰

⭐️⭐️⭐️ And while I have your attention... I know I am sooooo behind on reading/reblogging everyone’s fics and responding to your comments or reblogs on my fics. I promise it’s not on purpose! Life has been A LOT lately and I’ve had some personal stuff going on that’s keeping me from reading and writing as much as I’d like to. I just can’t seem to get in the right head space with everything going on. (not trying to get pity! lol) But I promise I’m going to write as often as I can to continue my series. I so appreciate everyone who takes the time to read my fics and those who comment/reblog. It really makes my day 💕

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[txemrn]

To my fellow Robin stans:

Spoilers...

First, Sam compliments him... and then... 🥲🥲🥲 he's so shocked and happy! How friggin presh was this?

Can I throw my arms around him and kiss him and tell him how proud of him I am? Please? 🥰🥰🥰

@luxurylives @shannonwrote

[chemist-ana]

Wicked Game: Meet My MC (OC)

A/N. You guys I am super excited to be announcing my brand new series which I will be posting later this week... called Wicked Game. I have had this idea dying to get out of my brain for weeks now, seriously its all I think and dream about. Imagine TNA but in a Mafia setting. Its going to be dark, it's going to be angsty, filled with twists and turns and yes, all the goodness of a mafia story. The Dalton name is an Irish name, so hello, Sam Dalton is an Irish Mobster... and this is Niamh, the not-so-innocent orphan. More about my main girl below the cut. Stay tuned for more...

Full Name: Niamh Grace Kenney (name pronounced: Neev)

Nicknames: Lass (Hugh), little bird, my darling, my love, my heart, (all in Gaelic-Sam)

Face Claim: Pony Wave (Music Artist/Tattoo Artist)

Age/Birthday: August 12, 1997, 24 years old in series, and a Leo through and through.

Height: 5’ 4”

Hair/Eye color: Silver shoulder-length hair, brown eyes

Love Interest: Sam Dalton

Hometown: Hell’s Kitchen, New York, New York (Hell’s Kitchen is a neighborhood in Manhattan notorious for its Irish Mob history)

Education: High School Diploma

Occupation: Bartender at The Irish Exit

Family: Declan and Aiofe (Ee-fa) Kenney (parents) Hugh O’Donnelly (guardian)

Friends: Jenny, Cassian Keane (also mild LI)

Background: Her parents were killed at a young age, as the story unfolds we will learn more about why and how. She was raised by Hugh O’Donnelly who became her guardian when she was young and made sure she went to school until she graduated high school, even though she hated it. Was raised in Hell’s Kitchen New York, which is a neighborhood in Manhattan. She has been helping Hugh at his bar The Irish Exit since she was very young. The Irish Exit is a dive bar known to cater to the criminal underworld of New York, the patrons are some of the biggest criminals in New York, in turn, she has tough skin and is very quick-witted. She grew up poor, has never left New York.

Personality Traits: She is fierce, loyal, fearless, adventurous, and a spontaneous risk-taker, sometimes it gets her in trouble, but she is smart enough to solve whatever problems she faces. When she is down, she knows how to get herself back up again. She is dramatic and an excellent storyteller. She doesn’t like taking orders from anyone, and butts head with authority. She is stubborn and is not good at compromising. She is ultra-competitive and a jealous woman by nature. She is hardworking, persistent, and strong.

Random Facts: Can understand Russian, and a few Irish Gaelic words because of Cassian and Hugh who both speak Gaelic. Her mom spoke to her in Russian when she was young, so she understands Russian. She loves to draw and paint and knows how to play the piano, She is covered in tattoos that will be revealed throughout the story. Her original dream was to take over The Irish Exit from Hugh. Is good with a knife- so she can defend herself.

Meet my MC template by the fabulous @jamespotterthefirst

Tagging my perma list plus some of my TNA peeps because I am super excited about this new series. As always if you want on or off just comment or message me!

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[pixie88]

Sunday Six!!

I have 2 chapters in my drafts atm, ATB and Alone and as its Easter Sunday here is a peak of both!

Warnings: Light NSFW

Happy Easter 🐣

Always the Bridesmaids - Chapter 10.

Ever since they saw Gemma he had been quiet, Laila wondered if maybe he wasn't over her? Or was it because he felt awkward he had called her his girlfriend? He had even turned her down to take a shower with him. He wanders into the kitchen where she's cooking, she too lost in thought to notice him come in.

"Laila?" He made her jump "Sorry I was away with the fairies" she weakly smiles at him "Nice shower?" She tries to sound neutral "Yeah, thanks. Do you need any help in here?" Talking to him feels awkward it has never felt awkward not even when they were first dating she has to ask.

"Harry, what's wrong?" He's shocked she had pick up on his mood "Nothing," he shook his head, "You've been off since we saw Gem? So many things are going around in my head right now"

"Like what?" He asks "Like are you being off because you still have feelings for her?" He's shocked, he grasps her shoulder "No! No, I don't, those feelings are dead and buried a long time ago! I love you!"

"Then why are you being so weird?" He sighs "Laila, I want to tell you I do.." she rolls her eyes "But you can't...Harry if you can't tell me what's wrong or why you're being so off I don't think we should meet each others parents...I'm sorry I can't sit there and pretend everything is OK when it's clearly not!"

He knows this is a big step in their relationship "I'm worried if I do I'll lose you," she let out a soft laugh "If what I told you about Josh didn't scare you away, then nothing will scare me away. I'm like chewing gum in your hair annoying and you can't get it out!" He chuckles "The thing is I'm not even a hundred percent myself"

Alone - Chapter 4.

3 weeks later

Rob was struggling with the work load, so Adam started working from home. He couldn't leave her not yet and she didn't want anyone outside their marriage knowing about this. He kept his word, he was proud of her as she had started doing little things with Delilah.

It was a small step, but it was big to him.

With both the kids in bed, he laid in the bath with just his thoughts when Delilah started crying. He was about to get out to deal with her when Ellie called out "Don't worry mummy is coming" hearing her tend to Delilah. He had to see this for himself, so he wrapped a towel around his waist and crept across the landing to their bedroom. Peaking through the crack of the door, he saw her rocking and singing to Delilah.

Once she had got her back off to sleep, she sits on the bed, cradling Delilah in her arms, she starts to cry "I'm so sorry baby girl," she strokes Delilah's face and kisses the top of her head before placing her back in her cot. Adam quietly creeps back to the bathroom and into the bath. Ellie wanders in and smiles at him "She went back off," he hold out his hand.

"Get in," she does as he says, undresses and get in, sitting between his legs. He pulls her to lay back onto his chest, his lips find her neck, his hand cups her breast before travelling down to her apex. She moans as he parts her folds "Hmmm!"

He blushes at the memory, "You OK?" Ellie looks at him across the dining room table, he had made into his makeshift office "I was just thinking" she gives him a questioning look "About our bath the other night" he winks making her blush.

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[khoicesbyk]

Heyyyyy it must be Sunday!

And Al and I are back! 😁

So let's kick off another Six Sentence:

Hi everybody! I know. I've been extra super quiet. And the reason is: I burned myself out. I got to a point where writing was no longer fun and just didn't want to do it anymore. At the same time, I missed writing. Its a therapy for me. It's a way for me to be creative. For me to explore the mass void I know as my mind. So this is me slowly testing myself in terms of writing again.

This Six Sentence Sunday is a piece that is birthday gift to myself by myself. It's called Heavy Is The Head. It centers around my King and how he feels about the Via Imperii, ruling and his life in general. Whether or not this winds up being just a one-shot or an actual series I haven’t decided yet.

Here's a snippet!

See below:

Marquise, Ozzie, and the boys soon finish their run just as the sun begins to come up over the palace.

“Well, that was fun!”

“Dude you’re a sadist!” Drake quipped.

“No, my wife is a sadist. I'm an innocent angel, who just happens to enjoy torturing you lot.”

The three men groan.

“I'm starting to regret my abdication.”

“Ugh! Everything hurtsssssss!” Maxwell complained as he laid out in the grass.

“Oh stop your whining! Be like Ozzie. Stoic!”

He smirks as his friends and brother narrow their eyes at him.

“You're lucky we can't touch you because you’re the King!” Drake sneered.

“I don’t know, I think I might have to pull out my older brother card. That trumps his King card.”

Marquise rolled his eyes at Leo.

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Happy Sneak Peeking! 😘😍

[sfb123]

Guys, I did a thing…

@txemrn hit me up yesterday with an idea for a video, that she asked me to help her make. As usual with her, the conversation kept going, and now she’s awakened something in me.

This is not the video we discussed, it was just supposed to be my mess around practice thing, but it’s kind of hilarious, so I decided to share. More to come.

(Sound ON 🔊)

Tagging some of my TNA ladies. If I missed you, I am so so sorry, I don’t do a lot of TNA content, so I don’t have a masterlist for it. @txemrn, if you see anyone I missed (you know, because you’re like my grandmother in that you seem to know everyone everywhere) please tag them for me?

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[thenannyaffair-fanfics]

TNA Crossover

TNA x Bloodbound

🍋 Smut | 📚Series | ☁️Fluff | 🎭 Angst | ⚠️ Language or Other Warning

Arbitrium @shannonwrote 📚🎭

Olivia makes a choice. And these are the results.

The Senator @khoicesbyk 🍋📚🎭⚠️