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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 3 years ago

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Laid out cold, now we're both alone (part 2)

A/N: Hello, this fic is very important to me because I tried my best to give justice to such a cool idea and I hope I did a good job. Plus I don't do multichapter ofter, so this was a challenge.

I wanna thank the lovely @livdonna for proofreading my work, you're literally the best <3.

P.S. If you want to get tagged in the next chapters, let me know.

Summary: Nikki visits Mick to give him a very important task.

Warnings: Major Character Death,Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug Use, Angst, Overdose.

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee

Chapter 1

Taglist: @slashscowboyboots @witchytombstonesmile @arnold-layne @emometalhead @i-dont-like-rice @nikki-sexx @smokeandmirrorz

Mick was supposed to not give a shit about Nikki. He and the stupid drummer had tormented him and his wife for months on ends, making the whole tour a living hell and he didn’t need to have even more things to worry about. So what if his bassist decided to get addicted to heroin? He was a fucking dumbass but it wasn’t his problem. He would end up killing himself and it wasn’t like Mick could have done something, not when his whole body was torturing him.

The only problem was that he cared, deep down. He cared about the fucker and hearing the news that he was gone forever hit him. He lost one of his friends and the band all together in a day, what would have happened? He hated to admit he was scared about the future, it was hard to imagine Motley Crue without Nikki.

He sighed, turning off yet another discussion about his death. They didn’t call him yet but something was telling him that they had to release a statement soon. Doc was probably freaking out somewhere crying for all his millions of dollars lost.

“Fucking Nikki, you had to die at the worst moment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… sorry about that, man” A voice incredibly similar to Nikki said, making Mick jump up.

Nikki didn’t feel anything, one moment they were in the ambulance and the other they were on the beach. He was confused for a moment before he remembered that Mick had a beach house, and stared at it for a bit. He didn’t know much about the guitarist, maybe almost nothing but he respected him so much. He was one of the strongest dudes he had ever met.

The weirdest thing about all of this was probably how he was only able to feel certain things, no cravings or sand under his feet as he was walking, yet he would still feel guilt, fear, love, worry… it didn’t make sense but he wasn’t in the mood to question the universe’s rules.

People can’t see you until you decide to show yourself. You have to remember or otherwise they can’t hear or see you.

The voice still freaked him out, but at the same time he was grateful for it to be there… it made him feel less alone, which was great considering how he felt lonely for his entire life.

“You’re not alone Nikki, I’ll always be there with you, through highs and lows”

“God it sounds like a marriage vow, T-Bone”

“Well if I could I’d marry now…”

He shook his head, trying to get the memory out. It wasn’t the time to be sentimental and risk fucking everything up, so he walked ( more like flew) through the front door and found Mick sitting on the couch.

“Fucking Nikki, you had to die at the worst moment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… sorry about that, man”. The bassist hoped that he was heard, otherwise it would have been pretty embarrassing.

Mick visibly jumped at hearing Nikki’s voice and quickly turned around to look at him. From his widened eyes and confused expression, he knew he probably looked fucking transparent.

“Okay first of all why the hell are you here talking to me if you’re dead? Then why the fuck can I see myself through you ?”

The black haired man just realized that he had no idea how to explain everything and be believed, he just went along with whatever the voice in his head was saying, but now it was different. He fumbled with his hand and realized he couldn’t feel them, while he tried to come up with the best way to explain to his friend how he was a ghost and why he was there.

“I died… I have no idea how I came back but I have unfinished business and I need to talk to you!”

The guitarist looked at him up and down, clearly skeptical. However, there wasn’t much arguing… Nikki’s ghost was literally standing in front of him.

“Okay I have no idea if this is a dream, I’m dead or in a coma, or simply I drank too much but now I’ll grab some vodka and you’ll spill your little secrets as you like”.

Nikki smiled a bit… He honestly felt normal for the first time since he was brought back. Having Mick joking was so familiar, usually Tommy was the aim of his jokes and they all laughed because they were all so unexpected…

Tommy. Thinking about him still hurt, again he wondered if he was okay and how much he missed him… but it wasn’t his time now. He had other things to talk about as Mick came back into the living room with his glass.

“Mick… you gotta promise me that you won’t let Motley Crue die, that you will fight to keep the band’s legacy.”

The older man looked at him surprised, rolling his eyes.

“Well that’s a bit hard when our bassist and songwriter died!”

Rage and resentment were heavy in his voice but there was more : fear and sadness. Nikki felt guilty and he fucking hated it, it was so unlike him but he couldn’t help it… Mick cared about the band as much as he did. He always said the band was his life, before heroin came into the picture, but it was also Mick’s and he probably destroyed everything.

“You will find another one, another bassist who is also a songwriter…” The words felt so foreign coming from his mouth. They even hurt a bit but they were necessary.

“I know you care about this band as much as I do, Mick. I know how much you’ve worked your ass off in shitty bands, trying to find the one that was going to break… I might be dead but Crue can’t have the same fate”.

Mick scoffed, taking a long sip of his vodka.

“It’s not easy, it’s not like we can find the perfect match like we did. Plus, everyone will probably hate him for replacing you!”

The frustration was almost tangible, but there was something else… Mick was scared, he knew everything was about to fade away because of Nikki’s actions, he was already looking at the boat sinking. Nikki started to panic because his band had to live, even in his death! It was pointless and selfish but that was the only thing people could remind him of.

“If you give up, then Vince and Tommy will do the same! I know that you think no one will take you, but the truth is they will. Crue is what it is because of our vision, you are part of it and I’m asking you to keep it going. Think of this as my dying man’s wish… even if I’m already dead”

The older man’s grip on his glass got tighter, his eyes lost in thought as he was pondering Nikki’s words. It was hard to take in, hell that was an understatement, it was fucking insane and probably wouldn’t work but the bassist needed to have this false hope.

“It’s so fucking weird, you know? To realize you’re fucking dead yet here talking to me.”

He was deflecting, Nikki knew it, but didn’t want to push it too far. He learned to know Mick, he kept his promises and he was a hard worker and with a good dose of luck and jokes, you got him to your side.

“Yeah, do you remember how I said you weren’t going to make it in that interview? Well, karma hits like a bitch!”

“Mick might not make it , he drinks a little too much and it looks rough” Mick quoted, trying to imitate Nikki’s voice.

“Yeah and then you said something like I heard what you said and you’re dead, fuck I guess you were right” He laughed but Mick didn’t.

Oh c’mon so what if he was joking about his death? It’s not like anyone really cared about him. They just saw him as a burden, which he was. Not his mom, nor his band or his Tommy would have really missed him… they would eventually move on.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He said annoyed but his lips formed a small smile.

“I know, I know. Mick… please promise me that. If Crue is going to end, then my whole life didn’t mean anything! Ple…” He stopped himself, he was so fucking close to begging but he couldn’t. Nikki Sixx didn’t fucking beg, not in life or death.

“I’m thinking about it!”

He really meant the first part. He spent all his teenage and adult years creating the band of his dreams and making sure they conquered the world. This band was his escape; his attempt at redemption after his shitty childhood. Nobody loved Frank Feranna but he didn’t care, he would become Nikki Sixx and be super fucking famous!

He didn’t need anyone’s love, except that he did.

“ I love you, Nikki.”

“ No you don’t, nobody does, T-Bone”

“Well I fucking do. You gotta pass on my dead body before you’ll hear me not saying it over and over”

His heart might have stopped, but he still felt the big wave of nostalgia hitting him. He couldn’t do it, he would have never been ready to see him again.

“Okay, I will. But listen to me, it won’t be easy and I’m an old man with a fucked up back, so don’t send demons against me if I fail!” The little spark of determination in his eyes relaxed Nikki, he was on board.

“I fucking knew you were the best, Mars! If I wasn’t dead I’d probably tattoo your face on me as a thank you!”

“Oh gross, never say that again!” He pretended to be disgusted but his eyes betrayed him, the small softness in them told Nikki he felt touched.

“Who knows, maybe in hell they have tattoos for the ghosts. God we used to hate each other and now we are two peas in a pod.”

“I still hate you.”

“Ugh, you crushed my heart Mick”

The guitarist flipped him off, rolling his eyes. Nikki desperately wanted to keep talking, if he did then he could have pretended nothing changed, right? He didn’t have to face Vince and Tommy and go through the light… everything would have stayed the same or he could fool himself that it would.

I think it’s time to go to the next person.

The voice was demanding yet still calm. Nikki knew that he couldn’t stay forever, they had to prevent spirits from just lingering into the real world like that, it made him a bit angry but he understood it. It wasn’t like he could have done much anyway…He was just a shell of what he used to be.

“I gotta go Mick…” He wanted to punch himself because he sounded so fucking pathetic, but the other man gave him a compassionate smile.

What he fuck are you, a little small puppy? Oh look Frankie is scared to leave his illusion of a family.

Mick walked him to the other without saying anything, but before turning the handle, which was pointless because Nikki could have just passed through the door, he broke the silence.

“Try to give us some signs, okay? Show us that you’re there… but don’t you fucking dare spill my vodka or I’ll make you two times dead!”

“Oh that’s exactly what I’ll do, thanks for the suggestion!”

He stepped outside and looked at Mick one last time.

“You promised, alien. You gotta do it!”

“Yeah yeah, you better repay me when I come to join you there…” And with one last look, Mick closed the door.

Nikki felt all of the weight crushing down on his body, even if it was made of air. He simply stood still, his mind racing like a freight train, trying to take everything in but also getting ready for his next move… being overwhelmed was an understatement, he felt peeled down like an orange and this was only the beginning. He felt like a fucking coward but he just wanted to get over it, was it that bad to accept his fate and disappear without facing anyone?

You are going to abandon him again? You know why you need to talk to Vince, and you know this will be your last chance to see him, asshole!

He went to kick the sand, but he couldn’t touch it. God, how frustrating was that!

So where are we going next?

Nikki would have wanted to scream at him, give him the middle finger and just run away but it wouldn’t have been helpful, would it? So he forced himself to be as neutral as possible.

“Vince Neil. Take me to his house.”

#nikki sixx #Tommy Lee #mick mard #vince neil #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #80sRock #80s rock band #fanfiction #my writing #tommy lee x nikki sixx

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sweetdreamling · 4 years ago

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assholes - ( gen avengers )

Summary: Your friends can be such assholes sometimes.

Pairing: Hints at Reader x Loki, but nothing serious.

WC: 2.3K

A/N: This is a super old one shot. Originally it was just Rhodey and Tony, but I just rewrote it and added more characters. I'm back in my marvel writing feels. Since I'm a POC myself, I mostly picture the reader like me. Though I go for gender-natural terms. Hope you like it.

"He's such a dumbass sometimes," you snicker, watching Thor try and fail to work the toaster. "But it's adorable. It's like watching a clueless golden retriever. Zero thoughts, head empty."

"That's rude, Y/N." Sam hides a smile as he walks over to Thor, helping him with his apparently "impossible" task.

"How long has Thor been on Earth now?"

Steve looks thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I think a couple of years. But, even I know how to work the toaster. I swear I've seen him use it before."

"Hmm, Loki did say Thor likes to pretend that he's a dumb blonde."

Steve rolls his eyes at the mention of Loki's name. "You're still talking to that maniac?"

You shrug, "duh, he's my friend, and sometimes you guys can be a little too much. He's my escape."

Steve raises an eyebrow as he slides a plate of chicken alfredo to you. "Why do I get the feeling you're sleeping with Loki?"

Throwing him a smirk as you picked up your fork. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not."

"I'd prefer the latter."

Sam shakes his head as he hears the conversation. "Please stop talking about him before he pops up. We don't need him to add to the chaos in the tower."

"Loki's always in the tower; you guys just don't know it."

Sam and Steve look alarmed as a grinning Thor takes a seat beside you. "Y/N is right. My brother tends to come at such odd hours, but he's in the tower daily with Y/N."

"Does Tony know this?" Steve demands.

"Oh yeah, he literally burst through my door with his suit the first time Loki appeared in the tower. We came to a compromise if you catch my drift."

Sam lets out a noise of disgust. "Okay, no. We don't want to hear about it. As a matter of fact, forget that we even brought Loki up."

Thor and Y/N share a laugh as Steve shakes his head.

The duo's laughs are cut off when Y/N's cellphone starts to ring. Everyone's confused, staring at the cellphone sitting on the counter.

It rings a few times before going quiet.

"I have no clue who'd be calling me at one am," Y/N says as the phone lights up again.

"I mean...shouldn't you answer it and see? Could be important." Steve replies.

"My parents are sleeping at this time of the night. Everyone else that's important to me is currently in the tower, Steve. I'm sure FRIDAY would let us know if anything's happened to them."

Sam snatches the phone off the counter, answering it mid-ring.

"Hello?"

"They're asking for you." He frowns before handing the phone to a confused Y/N.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you reached out, taking the phone and bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" You questioned.

"Hello?" The unfamiliar, hushed, and husky voice rang out.

"Heard you were looking for me. Who is this?" You asked, exchanging glances with Steve, Thor, and Sam.

"Who is this?" The caller repeats your question.

"I mean, you're the one that called me. So what do you want, creep?"

The only thing you could hear from the other side of the phone was heavy breathing.

"Are you going to say anything besides breathe on the phone?" The person doesn't say anything, so you shrug, hanging up the phone.

"Who was it?" Steve asks.

"I don't have a freaking clue. All he did was breathe on the phone." You respond, going back to your dinner. There are a few minutes of silence before your phone starts ringing again. You shake your head at Bruce as he reaches for the phone again.

"Let it ring, probably the same idiot. He'll get tired eventually."

Ten minutes later, the four of you were at your wit's end. The ringing didn't stop.

"Y/N, I beg you to please answer your phone before I smash it to a thousand pieces." Thor bemoans as the phone goes off once again.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you snatch the phone back up. You placed the phone against your ear. "Hello?"

"Y/N, you know it's rude to hang up with someone. I thought you knew better than this."

You roll your eyes, "What do you want? You've called my phone nonstop for the past ten minutes!"

"I just want to talk Y/N! We can talk and become the best of friends."

"You're out of your goddamn mind. Do yourself and me a favor and stop calling my phone. I'm hanging up now." You snap, pulling the phone away from your ear.

"YOU HANG UP THIS PHONE BITCH, AND I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FUCKING FISH!"

It was clear that Thor, Sam, and Steve heard his threat as alarmed expressions overtake their faces.

"Y/N, give me the phone," Steve says through gritted teeth.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE GIVE ROGERS THAT PHONE!"

You stare down at the phone in shock before anger takes over your expression. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?! I don't know who the hell you are or what the hell you want with me, but I'm telling you now to leave me the fuck alone! Come near me, and I'll be your last day alive!"

The creep begins to laugh over the phone. "Oh, Y/N....your petty little threats don't scare me. All I want to do is play a little game, and then I'll leave you alone. I promise!"

"Fuck no! Leave me the hell alone!"

The creep lets out a growl. "I want to play a game. A simple one, call it movie trivia. Answer it correctly; you and your little trio of morons will survive."

There's no warning as the lights go out, leaving the four of you in absolute darkness.

"Answer wrong; you die. Don't even bother calling for help. Your little friends and A.I. are all...out of commission."

All of you glance around and then at each other uneasily. "Don't even think about it. I'm watching your every move!"

Sam lets out a sigh. "This is a fucking nightmare."

"What the hell did you do to our teammates and FRIDAY?" Steve was gripping the counter, glaring at the phone that you'd placed on speakerphone.

"Don't worry about that. I can see you, Thor. Try summoning your precious hammer, and I slit Barton's throat!"

Thor looks disgruntled as he drops his hand. "Very well."

The creep chuckles, "That's more like it."

"I'll ask again, what the hell did you do to our teammates?!" Steve questions again.

"I can hear the desperation in your voice, Rogers. Don't worry, your pretty little heads, I haven't done anything so far. Their fates depend on you four. We win the game. and I'll let them go."

"We can't trust your word, man. We need proof." Sam says.

The creep hums, "That is true. Look for yourself."

A hologram of security footage pops up. "Say hello to your fellow avengers!"

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of your teammates, bound and gagged to chairs in a circle. Tony, Clint, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, and for some odd reason, Pepper was there as well. Clint and Tony were the only ones awakened and were frantically shaking their heads.

"You sonofabitch." Steve curse, running a hand over his face. "What do you want?"

"A simple game. Are you ready to play now?"

"YES! YES! We'll play your stupid ass game! Just don't hurt our teammates!" You say, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder.

"That depends on how well you do with my trivia! Tell me Y/N. Do you like scary movies?"

"Yes."

The voice tutted. "Then you should be very good at this game then."

You take a deep breath, hoping your racing heart would calm down. It frightened you how easily someone snuck into the tower, basically kidnaping your teammates and holding them hostage.

"Question one, How many people does Jason kill in the first Friday the 13th film?"

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at Steve. He shrugs, looking hopeless. "I'm so sorry, but I haven't seen any horror films."

Sam snaps, making a zero with his hand. "He didn't do any killings in the first Friday the 13th movie!"

The creep hums, "who did the killing then?"

"His mother!"

"Bravo Y/N and Sam! "The voice praises the two of you.

"Question two, how many knives does Freddy Krueger have on his gloves?"

"Four. He has four!" Thor calls out.

"Yes! Good boy, Thor! It appears you aren't as stupid as I thought!" The voice laughs once again. "Next question...Which room does Dick Hallorann tell Danny to stay away from in The Shining?"

"I heard Tony mention sometimes once about room 237 as a joke. He said it came from a film called The Shining. Is that it?" Steve says.

"Is that a question or the answer, Rogers? And no, don't help him!" The voice yells as you go to tell Steve it was correct.

"I...It's the answer."

"CORRECT!" The creep gives a round of applause. "Now, last question, who is the Ghostface killer in Scream 4?"

Oh, shit, there was so much going on in the Scream series, you couldn't keep up. Besides the first two movies, you kind of gave up watching them.

The four of you were exchanging frightened and panicked looks when no one answered. You took a deep breath and said the hell with it.

"Roman Bridger!" You cried out. "It was him! Right?!"

There was silence on the other line before the creep said the words you dreaded, "Wrong answer Y/N."

The four of you were surprised when two cloaked figures appeared in front of your unconscious teammates. One head Tony's head up as the other slashes him viciously across the stomach.

"TONY!" All of you cried out as blood began pouring from his shirt, and Tony lets out muffled cries of pain, fighting against the ropes.

The two cloaked figures turned, waving at you mockingly.

"Are those Ghostface masks? We're really dealing with a fucking Ghostface copycat groupie?!" Sam says, bewildered.

"Come out and play with us!"

Your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you stare down the copycat Ghostface on the right. There was something familiar about them.

"You're going to pay for hurting our dear Anthony, you fool." Thor looks furious; the rage in his eyes was clear to see.

"You'll have to catch us first!" There was a slam of a door down the hall, and you all turn your heads in the direction.

"We were the only ones on this floor. No one knows we hang out here." Steve says, glaring down the darkened hall.

"You will need weapons Sam and Y/N. Steve and I will use our brute strength to defend ourselves. " Thor says, grabbing the skillet off the stove, handing it to you. He gives Sam the butcher knife Steve was using earlier.

You and Sam exchange glances, the message clear in your eyes. 'Did he forget we're both trained fighters and can defend ourselves weapons or not?'

Steve leads the way as you slowly creep down the dark hall. "I've got nothing-" A swift punch to the jaw cut off his words.

"HOLY SHIT! STEVE!" Sam calls out, rushing over.

"I'm fine, Sam. They came out of nowhere. They're on this floor somewhere. We've gotta look for them."

"Oh, there's no need to look for me. We're right here." Sam lets out a yelp, falling to the ground, clutching his side.

"Shit, guys were humans and can't really see that well in the dark. You're going to have to use your weird-ass super senses and find them." You say, fumbling around until you find Sam's outstretched hand. You help him sit up, leaning on you for support.

"Stop being a coward! Come out and face us!" Thor yells out.

"This shit feels like it's from a low-budget horror film," Sam mutters to himself.

You nod in agreement.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and a voice whispering your name in, "Y/N..."

Letting out a yelp, you grab their hand, using all your strength to flip them over your shoulder.

"FUCK!" You didn't waste any time kicking the shit out of this asshole.

"YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG AVENGER ASSHOLE!"

"Y/N! Y/N, IT'S ME! IT'S ME, SCOTT!" The cloaked figure shouts, reaching up and snatching his mask off. Scott's now bruised face stared up at you as the lights flickered back on.

You glanced up to see Thor holding Loki in a headlock and Steve scowling at Clint. Sam was frowning at Tony, who was smirking.

"There's no need to be all upset, brother. It was a mere prank; you know I've done far worse than this." Loki lets out a grunt as Thor tightens his grip.

"I recall the numerous times you've stabbed me, bitting and nearly gotten me killed. But, these are our human friends Loki, and they are far more..." Thor trails off, staring at Scott, who was holding his head.

"You guys are such fucking assholes. A prank is putting something funny and straightforward. This shit wasn't funny; it was fucking terrifying. We thought Tony had gotten stabbed! Our teammates had gotten kidnapped, and FRIDAY was harmed." Sam growls out, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

"This was out of line, guys. I'm disappointed." Steve's "I'm Disappointed In You" face and tone of voice were enough to ruin anyone's mood.

"There was no real harm done, guys. Lighten up," Tony tries to brush it off.

"No harm do-" You start before shaking your head. "No, I'm not saying anything. I've gotta go take my rage out in the training room, come on, guys." You motion for Thor, Steve, and Sam to follow you.

"We're going to prank them back, right?" Sam questions as you guys get into the elevator. '

"Oh, for sure."

#reader insert #reader x avengers #loki x reader #poc reader #avenger imagines #avenger oneshot #mcu oneshot #thor and reader #steve rogers and reader #sam wilson and reader

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ladymercysletters · 4 years ago

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You’ll Do Nicely

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Prequal 1 of the If You’ll Have Me Series

Word Count : 1952

Warnings: some trigger warnings including: Alcohol abuse, Gambling addiction, child abuse, spousal abuse. It’s not overly heavy but if you’re triggered by any of these, proceed with caution

A/N: This is the first prequal chapter of the If You’ll Have Me series. It doesn’t actually have any Y/N x Benedict content because it takes place before they meet. This is the chapter on how Y/N became a Duchess.

The summer season of 1809 was, it seemed, to be yet another uneventful one, with no suitors… yet again. At your coming out last year you had received the attentions of a fair few of the younger gentlemen of the ton, in fact your dance card had been almost full until they realised who your father was. Since they had realised that you were one of those Buxton’s your dance card had remained almost empty in its stead.

It had always been a burden to you and your family; your father was a gambler and a cad, he owed almost everyone money, and the ones he didn’t owe still knew about it. You were sure he had not paid one bill at his club, but you could have placed a fair bet yourself that he had drunk more than his share of whatever they stocked.

For as long as you and your siblings could remember he had come home drunk and empty of pocket most nights; taking his anger out on any one of you he could lay his hands one. When you were very small your mother used to get in between you and your father, covering you all and taking his rage for you. As you grew older your mother lost her will, instead slumping against the wall in defeat as he took your brother over his knee and lashed him. His excuse was always that it will teach him not to do as his father does, and after the first few times you all relented; your brother would stand in front of his two little sisters, and you would quietly usher your little sister away and out of his reach as your brother took the punishment.

The sober fact of your family’s reputation was enough to pull you back into the present. Dinner with your family was never a joyous occasion; though you all ate together talking was never allowed between you and your siblings and your parents never much mingled beyond greetings and farewells. Your mother sat at one end of the table, taking the tiniest of mouthfuls of soup with an unreadable expression; whilst your father sat at the other end, slurping each full spoonful with his napkin tucked into his collar. With a cough to clear his throat, all eyes flitted up too look at him.

“The Duke of Pembrokeshire was at the Devillier’s ball the other evening.” He said into another spoonful. “He asked after Y/N.” at the mention of your name, eyes turned to you.

“The Duke of Pembrokeshire?” your mothers asked “Portland? Isn’t he…”?

“WHAT?” your father snapped, dropping his spoon into the soup with a clank. “He is a Duke. He has shown an interest in our otherwise plain daughter. Am I to refuse him?” he spat. The silence of the evening returned and your mother receded back into herself. You were sure you remembered the name Portland from somewhere, but for the life of you, you just couldn’t place it.

Later that evening it dawned on you, you sat bolt upright in bed at the memory of you and your brother: looking through a crack in the door at your father and his friends, all sat around a moss green table playing cards. The stench of alcohol in the air and the sound of snuff sniffing constant. That’s when it hit you; Portland was your fathers friend, a large rotund and red man that you and your brother had nicknamed Porty because his face always seemed to be the colour of port. He couldn’t be who your father expected you to marry, he must have died and left his title to a son or a nephew. With that lingering thought you dropped back onto your bed and tried your best to get some sleep.

The next evening you and your family arrived in Hampstead, somewhere. Yet another ball that you had only just managed to find a dress for. Your brother always managed to escape these events, being twenty-two and fresh from university, he often made his excuses and escaped off into the night. Preparing yourself for another evening as a social pariah you steeled yourself as you entered the grand ballroom. No sooner had you exchanged pleasantries with your host and a few surrounding families than the dragging of feet drew your attention.

“BUXTON MY OLD MAN” cried the almost fully spherical man; the bulging buttons of his overstuffed waistcoat straining with effort. This must be Portland. Your father seemed almost afraid of him and you rather suspected he was. Once he had finished greeting your parents his attentions turned to you. His lecherous eyes crawled over your skin, and an even worse laugh - somehow wet and dry at the same time as he coughed into his fist made your little supper appear in your throat whilst he inspected you like some prized heifer.

“Yes. You’ll do nicely” he leered, circling you and clearly leaning over your cleavage. You felt sick to the stomach at even being looked at by him. You smiled politely, trying to pull your lips so tight no-one could see them trembling, and made your excuses to find sanctuary on the other side of the room. You swiped a glass of punch from a footman’s tray and stole behind a large bouquet in one corner of the room, content to become part of the foliage for as long as possible.

“You’re doing an awful job of hiding you know.” A deep voice rang from the other side of the arrangement. “For starters you’re not even the same shade as the wall.” You peaked out from behind a rogue frond to see Henry Granville, one of your only friends in the room: he was, as usual, immaculately dressed in a darkly patterned waistcoat and burgundy jacket that matched his new wife’s elegant chiffon trimmed gown. They truly were a balm to your horrible evening.

“I was trying to blend in with the foliage if you must know, though in a blue gown I do suppose that is difficult.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the column. “In truth I am hiding from one of my father’s friends.” You gestured to your parents across the room, your father hunched over with the old duke as your mother stood abortively aside.

“I’m sure whatever they’re discussing has nothing to do with you.” Henry said, trying to cheer you up.

“He was inspecting me like cattle. There is no doubt in my mind that my father is selling me off.” You sighed, taking a strong swig of your decidedly non-alcoholic punch.

“You are only twenty years old, surely your mother will want you to at least stay for another few years yet?” Lucy asked comfortingly. You sighed dejectedly as you looked back over at your mother, taking absolutely no interest in anything and looking rather far off.

“I doubt my mother would care whether I stay in society or not, just as long as she doesn’t have to deal with my father any more. Please Henry.” You turned to face him and his new wife. “Tell me about your latest commission or something, before I slip into further despair.” Granville continued to relay you with the latest he had heard whilst behind his easel. The wonderful thing about being an artist by royal appointment, was that one was always within earshot of some rather salacious gossip.

By the time you returned home from the ball you were exhausted. You went straight to bed, furious with your father and not able to look anyone in the eye as you sat on what could be your future.

An hour later and you still weren’t able to settle, even going over your conversation with Henry and Lucy, trying to fool your mind into thinking all was well, before deciding on some warm milk to quell your thoughts… and possibly a snack. Sneaking down the staircase and down the hall, you spotted the light in your father’s study still on and you could hear your mother’s voice. You moved closer to peak through the crack in the door.

“He is Two and Forty years her senior! What on earth were you thinking?”

“Do not question me you bitch, he is a Duke, I thought you would be happy for our daughter.” He said, taking a swig of his drink. “Or would you rather me make him wait until Barbara is out in Society, perhaps he would like her better?”

“Don’t you dare!” she gasped. “He is older than you, how do you expect her to … AAhh. Gabriel, stop! No! Please!” you stepped away from the door at the sound of cracking skin; tears in your eyes as you ran to the scullery before your father realised you had heard.

***

A tradition that you and your brother had started a few years ago, and eventually brought your younger sister Barbara into, was the midnight drinking of claret in the little used small parlour. You would sit around the small room, only the candles you brought down from your bedrooms to light it, as you poured yourselves a glass and talked.

“You cannot sister, I will not allow father to marry you off like this.” Your brother stated, after you recalled the argument between your parents several days earlier.

“Sebastian is right sister. Portland is ancient and this is only your second season!” Barbara said hopefully, her innocently hopeful voice breaking your heart further.

“If he does not marry me off, he will wait for Barbara! And I will not allow that!” you said, cutting her off before she could say anymore. Your siblings shouted their surprise and horror as you tried to shush them. “I heard him and mother arguing the other night, father threatened to marry you off to him as soon as you are out.” You concluded. The silence in the room was deafening as you all mulled over your fate. Hardening yourself to what was about to happen you continued. “I will marry Portland: however old and drunken he may be. I will not allow you to come to any harm because of father’s gambling.” You said, stroking Barbara’s cheek. “There is no chance of me marrying anyone else, fathers’ debts have seen to that, and perhaps now that I am to be a duchess your fortunes may be brighter than my own.” Your brother shook his head in disbelief; your tone remained calm, through out your decision, as though you had already closed yourself off from any other emotions.

“Well.” He sighed. “Let us hope the scabby old goat cocks his toes soon after.” He raised his glass in cheers to his little speech, smiling when both of his younger sisters berated him for his candour before joining the toast anyway.

***

Not six months later, in late January you found yourself walking down the aisle of the small chapel on the Pembrokeshire estate. Like everything else on the estate, the décor was ostentatious and overly gilded. You felt much like any other object the duke owned in that moment; your dress was overly laced and flounced, and the train was far too heavy for you to pull with your head down the aisle. Speaking of your hair; it was piled high on top of your head, thick forced curls in layers making you look like a profiterole tower, as your father’s arm tightened around your shaking hand dragging you up the aisle quicker than your feet managed to move. A half an hour later you were no longer Miss Y/N Buxton, daughter of the 3rd Earl of Upshire – but her grace, Lady Y/N Portland, Duchess of Pembrokeshire.

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thecandywrites · 4 years ago

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Jewel Of The North Part 11

Woo, this was so much fun. Karma begins to sink her teeth into Alorna and Doug. Meanwhile Noah and our dear reader Zara draw closer and closer. Que- Lady in Red.

Many thanks to @monstersandmaw for sharing ice orcs with me. I am having a blast. Enjoy.

Jewel Of The North

Part 11

The next morning, you accidentally slept in because you were up half the night getting some of the best sex of your life and reconciling with Noah and having the best heart to heart while you were fucking the other’s brains out and this morning you felt like you were running around like a chicken with your head cut off trying to get ready on time and Noah walked you to the spa himself and you weren’t five steps from it before you saw Alorna and Doug at the counter, getting last minute upgrades on their services and about to go into it and both you and Noah stopped dead in your tracks and gasped and squeezed the other’s hand tightly and you doing that made Alorna and Doug turn around to look and one look made them freeze and breathe in tightly and the looks on their faces were priceless as they looked like they both had been caught with their pants down as both you and Noah quickly got your phones out and got pictures of them, together for proof of where they were and why the couldn’t be found back on the mainland.

And seeing them, you and Noah looked at each other before looking back at them and started busting out laughing and pointing because the odds of the four of you meeting back up, let alone like this- was astronomical. So it was either by fate that you met or by the craziest coincidence. Yesterday you would have wanted to beat them both to a pulp. Today- though, you didn’t care. You had your family and a clean conscience and you knew they couldn’t boast of that last one and you knew Karma was about to bite them in the ass and you knew that justice was coming for them and for you.

“Oh my gods, you left John for Doug?” Noah asked his sister.

“What if I did?” Alorna shirked with a shrug.

“I mean you’re a stupid, faithless bitch either way and incase you missed it, I officially disown you. By the way, since you seem to have been ignoring your phone, I think you should know I got a text from your soon to be ex husband, telling me that you had skipped out of town on a cruise and he officially called all his credit cards that you have- in as stolen and cancelled your check card and kicked you off the checking account at the bank. And his lawyer is expediting your divorce and all your stuff is at the community center and that he changed the locks on the doors. But at least he left you your car.” Noah informed her as he pulled up his text from John on his phone and read it off to her.

“What?” Alorna blanched as she came over to look at his phone to read it herself.

“Even if that’s true, Sweetheart, you can move all your things in with me.” Doug offered Alorna which made her beam smugly at her brother.

“Thank you Baby, I knew I could depend on you.” Alorna practically sang as she sauntered back to him and kissed him sweetly as you just stood there and shook your head as you texted your picture to Summer and gave her the update as even more updates came pouring into your own phone.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment I need to keep.” You excused yourself and went up to the desk to check in for your own appointment.

“What are you getting done?” Doug asked you curiously from down the counter.

“Nothing. It’s an interview and sales pitch to be an onboard LMT, I get the ultimate cruise experience and elite package in a King’s Suite for free just for about an hour or so of my time and any money I spend on this cruise, I write off as a business expense, both personally and from a business expense for all of my businesses. So while this cruise is free, I get to enjoy a twenty thousand dollar tax break for myself and for each of my businesses, which considering all four of them and counting myself, is a whole hundred thousand dollars. Not bad for an hour or two of my time eh?” You returned with a smugness of your own as Doug and Alorna’s jaw dropped in jealous disbelief.

“Enjoy your time at the spa.” You offered sweetly before you paused and turned to address them head on.

“Oh by the way, before you go, I should remind you- just in case you didn’t know, there is always legal backlash for defaming and maligning a priestess of Aura. Because my lawyers have already been in contact with every single elder in every clan up here and especially with every single elder on the councils and got so many statements of what you two said about me to them and already have more than enough evidence to sue you both and it doesn’t matter if and when which of you turns on the other or not, both of you will answer for what you’ve done. You should know that the last person to defame a priestess of Aura, was sued for a 150 million dollars in damages, and the out of court settlement ended up being 15 million. So you’ll be hearing from my lawyers when you do get home and currently you’re both in the process of getting warrants out for your arrest because defaming and threatening a public figure which all priestesses of Aura are, is an arrest-able offense in every country in the world and an expedite-able offense too. So enjoy jail. I doubt anyone but me will have pockets deep enough to bail you out and there’s no way in hell I would ever do that either. But I hope this little affair was worth it for you.” You offered, your tone sweet as honey but the gravitas of what you were saying hit them both like a ton of bricks Noah beamed the happiest, proudest smile.

“Yes! In your faces motherfuckers!” Noah cheered as he gave them both the bird.

“Baby, I’m gonna be sitting right over here until you get out.” Noah informed you happily as he pointed to a chair before he strutted over and settled into it.

“You’re lying. That’s the worst bluff I’ve ever heard.” Alorna scoffed at you.

“I guess we’ll see when you get off the ship, in any port you do get off at. You’ve fucked around, now you get to find out.” You smiled smugly back with a shrug.

“Ms. Kingsley?” Sharon- the spa’s manager called when she came out.

“That’s me.” You confirmed as you went over to her and shook her hand and went back with her into the spa for your interview.

“What if she wasn’t bluffing.” Doug murmured to Alorna before their own therapists came out to get them.

“She has to be, she’s just trying to get the last word and the last laugh and steal our fun. It’s not gonna work.” Alorna insisted but Doug wasn’t sure before they went back into the spa.

Noah happily texted his mom that you and him had fully reconciled and that he had told Alorna the ‘news’ of John’s divorce as his mother confirmed everything you had just told Doug and Alorna and that yesterday, shortly after you left, that she had gotten a call from a lawyer asking about the incident and that not only did she and Ukluk confirm the case, but so had Isla, Tonrar and everyone else involved and that the clan law was in the process of getting modified by each clan and that each clan was offering Zara a share of the tribal lands as recompense for believing the lies about her and were working on a formal apology and would be officially stripping Alorna and Doug of their clan standing and ties and that the police were involved and that there were indeed warrants out for their arrests and that cops were already contacting the cruise ship to let them know they were harboring wanted individuals.

Noah simply giggled gleefully as he got up and went to the closest bar and got a celebratory drink before settling back into his spot.

Finally, after all this time, and pain and heartache and damage, his sister and Doug had caused, they were getting what was coming to them. Karma was real and was gonna bite them in the ass soon enough. And the best part about it, is he didn’t have to lift a finger and neither did you. All he had to do was stand by you and do right by you from now on, which he was more than prepared to do. Never again would he waiver from you. Because while you had lost the battle the other night, you sure as hell were going to win the war and just because you weren’t physically fighting or combative, didn’t mean that you weren’t fighting back, you were just fighting back in the best way possible. You were going to hit where it would hurt them the most. And Noah for one would rather get the shit kicked out of him rather than be abandoned by his clan. So he was supremely grateful.

He pulled out your check that had been in his pocket, and turned it over to read the back one more time.

‘Dear Noah, please don’t think that I’m giving up. I’m not. I will never give up, not on you or on Sakura. And I will fight till my last breath for you both. I don’t want you to have to choose between your heritage, your culture and your birthright- and me. You deserve both. You both deserve everything you want. Love, happiness, honor, pride, heritage, roots and family. When you read this. I hope you’ll understand that as a priestess, there are rules I have to follow while in regalia. And I hope we find each other again soon. No matter what happens, I will always love you both- Sincerely, Zara.’

Even now, Noah wiped a stray happy tear from his eyes as he pressed the check to his heart. He had been a fool yesterday. A thankless bastard, a reprehensible asshole. But you redeemed him. Even when you shouldn’t have. And for that, he would always be grateful. And love you unconditionally and always treat you with the utmost care and respect. And treat your children as his own. Even if they both hated him at first. He would win them over by staying true to you and them. And he was always going to have your back and theirs and be the trustworthy rock you and they needed. He silently prayed to every god you both believed in and vowed this to them and when he had finished. A renewed sense of peace and happiness came and settled in him and renewed his spirit.

The interview process did take about an hour and a half. But you came out of the spa, happy and smiling and laughing with the spa’s day manager before you practically strut over to him.

“So? How’d it go?” He asked before you slid into his lap and drank the rest of his drink.

“It went great, they offered me a job but sadly I had to turn it down because I actually want to be around for my kids and possible new husband and can’t do that living on a ship full time.” You hinted.

“They have a jewelry store on this cruise ship right?” Noah asked. “I can get you a wedding ring right now.” He offered.

“Don’t you dare, the jewelry on this ship is cheap in quality and sky high in price. I would much rather have a traditional ring from the clans or bead in my hair or whatever. Besides, if you do get me a ring, it’ll live on this necklace or any other necklace you get for me because I can’t wear jewelry on my hands for work. But I would wear it on my off days and special occasions.” You answered.

“Besides. Call me old fashioned, but I want a traditional wedding with all the friends and family and all that and not some last minute thing on a cruise ship.” You urged him.

“Me too.” Noah simply grinned as he happily wrapped his arms around you and held you comfortably.

“So, let’s go get some brunch.” You urged him before you got off of him and offered him your hand to help him up which he gratefully took and once he was up to his full height he returned the glass to the bar and walked down to one of the restaurants on the ship with you comfortably under his arm.

“I will say this though, could we get you some nice dress clothes for dinner?” You asked as you walked down the hallway with your own arm around his waist.

“Sure.” Noah answered before you both gorged yourselves on a brunch then went shopping to get Noah a few things for the remaining nights of the cruise, including a black suit with a black dress shirt and black dress shoes with black socks with a few different ties and handkerchiefs that would match the dresses you brought so that you would match and so that Noah’s suit would be versatile.

“Aww, I see you found her.” Maggie said as you guys walked past the customer service desk together, both of you carrying several bags each.

“I did.” Noah grinned proudly.

“So- what did you forget?” She asked you curiously.

“His heart.” You answered truthfully.

“Awww!” She gushed. “Really?” She asked as she looked from the two of you.

“Yeah, we’ve been falling for each other since we first met each other, and it just took one good kick in the pants for me to come to my senses and come after her.” Noah revealed.

“What was your kick in the pants?” She pressed giddily.

“This.” Noah said as he showed her the back of the check before she and everyone else at customer service read it and started crying once you explained the whole story after putting your things on the counter so you wouldn’t have to keep holding them and it freed your hands up for your gestures.

“So, I actually won’t be needing my cabin. I’m rooming with her.” He nodded over to you.

“Well then I guess you need a refund for your suite don’t you? I mean you didn’t even really use the room at all, barely stepped your foot in it. So it doesn’t count, besides, we need the room for other guests anyway.” Maggie insisted before she got his room card and re-programed it so it would work for your room instead.

“And I got you some ship credit for whatever else your hearts desire while sailing with us for any “inconvenience”. Oh this is straight out of a movie I swear!” Maggie swooned happily as she typed on her computer before she printed out receipts and stuff for you both.

“Thank you so much for sharing. I ship you guys so hard. Here’s my email address, email me what happens, I want to know.” She insisted as she wrote down her personal email address to you.

“Definitely.” You grinned before you got your stuff and went back to your suite together and got ready for dinner at the cruise’s most fancy restaurant.

“Wow.” Noah breathed in awe before he wolf whistled at you from the comfort of the couch in the suite when he saw you walk out of the bathroom in a red dress that hugged your curves gorgeously and was sexy as sin. Your hair was done up, your makeup flawless, the red of your lipstick matching the shade and tone of the dress perfectly and your jewelry he could tell was older and most likely inherited from your late adopted grandparents.

“Thank you.” You thanked him bashfully as you struck a few seductive poses for him.

“That’s going to be real fun to take off.” Noah grinned as you could already see the beginnings of a hard on tent his pants.

“Yes it will. Later of course, not right now, we have a reservation to keep.” You urged him as you got on two different pairs of shoes.

“The red or the black?” You posed as you stood before him, switching from one foot to the other.

“They both look amazing, pick whichever one is more comfortable.” He urged you.

“They’re about the same. I’m going with red. Save the black for the little black dress.” You decided before you walked over to a chair and put the other red shoe on the other foot so now they matched before you found your shawl and put your things in a little clutch. “You ready?” You asked once you were all put together as you draped the shawl around your shoulders.

“Ready.” Noah said as he turned the TV off and got up from the couch and straightened himself up before he was by your side in just a few strides and happily escorted you to dinner and smiled so proudly when everyone you walked past seemed to stop and stare at you strutting past them. You could tell most of them wanted to say something, a few of the brave ones whistling lowly after you passed them but one look from Noah had them biting their tongue and looking away guiltily. While Noah looked perfectly dashing- he was an ice orc after all and therefore- not someone to mess with and Noah happily escorted you to the restaurant where you got seated at a table in the center of the restaurant where you happily shrugged your shawl off and laid your clutch next to you in the comfortable armchairs.

Noah wanted to pinch himself. Two weeks ago, he was bartering flights and airplane fuel and googling what he could make for dinner with only two or three ingredients and a handful of spices and he felt like he was treading water, barely keeping his head above water and begging his garden to ripen his produce faster so he could eat it and use it and he had been so grateful that Taylor had recommended him to you. You were one of the first clients to not haggle. He had given you a high price to start with, expecting to be haggled down. But you had accepted it and even sent him a deposit and that had set him straight and it was enough to ease the sinking feeling and gave him breathing room. And then the moment you walked into his life. Suddenly money was the last thing to matter to him. For the first time since childhood, money was not a major factor in anything. All that mattered was Sakura and you. Your safety, your wellbeing, your comfort, your happiness. And when you took to Sakura as easily and readily as you did, all he could do was thank the gods for answering his prayers for allowing the right woman into his life and Sakura’s life and for giving him the patience to wait for her. You were like a soothing balm to all the wounds losing Neena he and Sakura had sustained.

Neena, while she was traditional in most senses and was an excellent mother and careful with money and expenses and incredibly thrifty and resourceful because she had to be, she was easily contented and not demanding at all, however she wasn’t the greatest lover, or cook. She was very reserved. And not expressively passionate.

But you? Passion and heart, feeling and intuition was in everything you did. You were mild, gracious and generous when you wanted and needed to be but you didn’t let anyone walk all over you or take advantage of you and very protective. You were balanced between open yet discrete and an excellent judge of character. And you created such a safe, wonderful, nurturing, welcoming and relaxed environment wherever you were. And you were always, always- professional. You garnered respect wherever you went and whatever you did. And you were a goddess in both the bedroom and the kitchen and the perfect fit.

He felt guilty comparing you with Neena. It wasn’t fair to either of you. He had married Neena out of obligation, because Isla had arranged it since his youth and being married to her was a lesson in patience and persistence and learning to adjust to the other and learning to be a team. But to feel his heart and his soul and his mind light up brighter than the moon and the stars in the dark of night- when he met you, was something else entirely, it was an instant attraction rather than a growing to like, then love and working in tandem with you was second nature to him. You were an addiction for his soul. And he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have you in his life. And he was adamant, that he was never, ever going to be foolish enough to try let go- ever again.

Soon enough, he noticed that your table didn’t have the usual two waiters, your table- had four. And all of them were practically drooling over you. Noah was used to only having great service at home. They were treating both you and him like royalty and he sincerely doubted he would get this kind of service if he wasn’t with you. But he was going to enjoy it and suddenly the table was full of all kinds of complementary offerings. And with you flashing that smile and remembering each waiter by name and being sweeter than sugar and honey, they were all eating out of your hands. Even the chefs and sous chefs came out to see how you liked their offerings and happily sent you away with a handsome spread of other desserts to enjoy in the room since you were quite full just from all the appetizers and tapas and entrees whether they were on the menu or not.

On the way back to the room as both of you were carrying a few bags each, you passed Alorna and Doug who were leaving the casino and arguing bitterly with each other. Apparently they both had had some really bad luck in there and you and Noah simply snickered a laugh and shook your heads at their theatrics and drama.

Once you were in the room Noah was all too happy to peel your red dress off of you so you could take your corset off and groaned in relief once your body wasn’t being restricted anymore which got Noah to chuckle as he got his own suit off.

“Feel better?” Noah asked.

“Much.” You answered before you went to the bathroom to wash all your makeup off and once you reappeared you found Noah in a simple t-shirt and a pair of night shorts as you had donned your own pajamas.

“Dessert on the balcony?” You suggested.

“Sure.” Noah nodded as he grabbed the bags as you two went out the porch as you grabbed a blanket and snuggled into the double sunchair together as you two got to digging into dessert.

“So what are your hobbies?” You asked him curiously.

“Like what?” He asked you.

“Well, bedsides the flying, when it’s the off season, what do you like to do?” You asked as Noah took a big bite of cheesecake and thought it over as he chewed. “Besides the things you have to do to live up here, what are the things you look forward to doing in your off time?” You clarified before you took a bite yourself.

“Well I guess, just...making things and improving things. Two weeks ago, my winter plans were to rewire the parts of my plane I didn’t rewire last year. And the usual home improvements. Last winter I made Sakura a new dresser, so I’m kind of a jack of all trades.” Noah answered.

“Well then I think I have something that will interest you, it’s a workshop and it’s a decent sized outbuilding. When Andy and I were designing the house, he wanted to have a space to do his tinkering, to work on the vehicles, to do some maintenance and whatever else he needed or wanted to do. So even after he died, I went ahead and built the workshop that’s bigger than a shed but not quite a pole barn. It’s big enough to do small to medium sized projects in, comfortably. Thanks to my brothers and brothers in law and my dad I was able to score a lot of various equipment for super cheap from a lot of the old estate sales and barn sales and such. Like I have a lot of woodshop equipment, mechanic stuff, forge stuff, blade-smithing stuff, blacksmithing stuff and the like. And my dad and all the men in my family, whenever they come over, I can always find them out there, fiddling with stuff. Like it could be a proper man cave. All it would need is like a couch and a tv. Because it already has a mini fridge for soda and beer along with a bathroom and washing facilities. It is a separate space from the stables, and the hay barn.” You informed him as you pulled out your phone and showed him pictures of it before he took the phone and zoomed in on some of the equipment was shown as Noah’s lips were pursed into a silent ‘ooh’.

“Why do you have a hard on?” You teased as you noticed his half hard cock make an appearance in his shorts as you stroked your leg against it from half sitting in his lap.

“Cause I’m looking at one of my biggest fantasies brought to life, in my wildest dreams I never would have imagined anything like that and my head is almost spinning with all kinds of ideas of everything I could do with all of this. It’s almost too good to be true. I mean that’s a….” Noah chuckled as he looked at it all before he started listing off what he saw and what he knew about all of it as you just smiled brighter and prouder as relief and validation and vindication flooded your mind.

“Good.” You beamed.

“Why did you build it if Andy wasn’t alive to enjoy it and use it?” Noah asked you thoughtfully.

“Can you promise me not to freak out?” You posed.

“Yeah.” Noah answered as he gave you a curious look.

“Ok, so it was one of those- ‘build it and they will come’ kind of things. I had always planned in my head that if and when Andy would die, I would just up and move to the northern Great Lakes to be with the rest of my family. And then when Andy did die and we had already bought the property and were in the process of bulldozing the existing farm house and clearing brush and trees to make room for the house. I flirted with the idea of still cutting ties and just up and moving. But Olga surprised me by coming down to see me and she advised not making any rash decision with a broken heart and not to let my past ideas limit my current potential. And she had me bring her out there. And she ended up doing a peering right then and there, among the dirt and gravel. She told me to not change my plans of moving there, that my roots where I was- were already deep enough to sustain me and my family and if I uprooted myself and my family that I would damage them and me more than help them and myself. That I had the will, the means and the ability to build my dreams right there, from start to finish and that if I built it, they would come true. I just had to lay the foundations. To grow a garden, you ready the soil and then plant. I had already started to ready the soil. What I grew from there depended on how much soil I readied and what I planted. Both literally and figuratively. And that by the time my heart was ready, everything else would be ready too. And when she shared that with my family, they were all too happy to help in any way they could. When I had full control of all the funds from all of my inheritance from my adopted grandparents- I went back to the design firm and did a complete redesign and because I now had, literal millions to play with, I was able to design my dream house with all the flourishes and thoughtful touches and dreams and fantasies I had initially wanted but gave up because they didn’t fit the utilitarian point of view Andy had and I got to plan and execute it exactly how I wanted it. And even when there were little hiccups with the construction. I was ok with it. Because I wanted it to be perfect and it was. And then after it was built, and I was furnishing it and suddenly my dad, my father in law and my brother and brothers in law drug me to all these estate sales and barn sales and I got a ton of equipment for super cheap. And Olga told me that the right man would recognize what I have and know exactly how to use it best, not just in my self but with what I had. Which you just demonstrated for me, cause you knew what all of that was and I am willing to bet that you have at least a dozen ideas of what to do and how to use it all in your head.” You grinned proudly as you tapped the side of his head affectionately.

“Oh at least a hundred.” Noah admitted happily before he turned to kiss your fingers and your palm with equal affection.

“I look forward to seeing them.” You insisted as you snuggled further together.

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babyybitchhh · 4 years ago

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Thotty Thursday: Part 2

The second installment of Thotty Thursday is upon us. Rejoice, heathens!

Now, let me just say that I’m picking dudes at random while trying to keep things balanced between old shows and new ones but ... y’all really bout to notice some patterns the more we do this so I’m just gonna wait for someone to call me out tbh. 😰

FYI, I like to think of myself as an equal opportunist thirster and if a dude is hot then he’s hot. I’m not one to question this shit. But when you get right down to it I have like four types: high IQ smarty pants, dummy thicc, dad and bad boy bastard. Our next snack belongs in the last category, without question.

He’s honestly prettier than me and that is not an exaggeration but don’t let his good looks fool you

This Arabian Nights styled dime piece has a mean streak a mile wide. Because of Reasons, ofc, but that don’t change the facts

Not only did he once punch a child in the face for no other reason than to assert his dominance (fact) he also pretended to cry in front of the person he hates most just to laugh about how they fell for his (flawlessly executed) act

He honestly may or may not have a few screws loose but that’s part of the appeal, you see. It adds a dash of spice to the meal

And you know what they say about crazy bitches in bed 😏

Full disclosure, I started reading Magi: Labyrinth of Magic before the anime aired and his name was originally translated as Judal so that’s what he’s always going to be in my mind. The official translation is Judar, and I respect that, but at the end of the day I do not know her

Judar who?

Can I also just take a moment to point out that gloriously long, thick braid he’s sporting tho

This man has hair for days and there’s just something I find incredibly attractive about that

I want to take it all down and carefully comb through it, play with it and style it again

Really show him the attention he deserves

If he decided to suffocate me with it, well, I guess I wouldn’t complain about that either

Now, the setting alone had my interest PIQUED right out the gate because I love Middle Eastern inspired aesthetics and I truly don’t think it’s utilized as a setting half as much as it deserves to be. It’s very beautiful imo and the anime team did a pretty good job of capturing that vibe but if I’m being honest I think the manga was better (up to a point)

However there ain’t nothing quite like seeing your man move on screen or hearing his voice with your own two ears and when I say Judal put on a show each time he showed up ... 🥵

I think I can safely say my pussy clenched whenever I got so much as a whiff of him possibly making an appearance, PHEW

He’s just so pretty and mean

My favorite combo tbh

“But why do you like mean boys so much 🤔?” You ponder aloud and my answer to that is “I don’t know. I just do.”

Judal gets my kitty purring for a variety of reasons but the biggest is probably that I can’t look at him without imagining myself as his feisty little slave girl, wearing nothing but sheer silk and delicate gold chains, completely at his mercy ...

Oops, did I say that out loud? 😳

I mean, can you really blame me when he’s running around in those baggy harem pants though?? Can you really???

So the first thing you probably thought was: damn. This guy kinda dressed like a thot 👀

And you’re not wrong

Does he HAVE to dress like that? Strictly speaking, no. But I am definitely not complaining about his fashion choices

His titties are so close to popping out of that tiny little shirt that we’d be getting nip slips left, right and center if he had any more meat on his bones than that and trust me when I say he did that shit on purpose

This boy is SUCH a fucking tease and he loves the attention it gets him - first and foremost because he’s used to being the CENTER of attention but we’ll get more into that a little bit later

Hes just a tad 👌 narcissistic, loves to show off, definitely bipolar and is in a constant state of feeling himself so he’s hitting all his marks as far as I’m concerned

In short, he’s perpetually oozing big dick fuck boy energy and I live for it

That’s why he’s always showing up with that stank ass attitude, he knows damn well he can pull the baddest bitch around AND her man too

He’d fuck you and your boyfriend at the same time just to prove a point, that’s actually how petty he is

Honestly though I’d like to see ANYbody maintain their resolve when he’s laying on the charm and Judal’s just cruel enough to do it for shits and giggles

Probably wakes up in the middle of his sprawling imperial bed at two in the afternoon and says something like “damn, I need a little pick me up today” and then proceeds to manipulate and harass his lucky unfortunate victim of choice

He’s relentless too and will stop at absolutely nothing to get what he wants, even if that means breaking you in the process

Again, I like the challenge he represents

But also I just like a man who can make me cry 🤷‍♀️

And I don’t doubt he absolutely would. Tears probably turn him on tbh and I’m positive he’s got a bit of a yandere streak too

Are y’all seeing those patterns yet??

So did you guys notice that wand he keeps twirling around like a goddamn baton?

He’s a magic user, or in this case a magi which means he’s literally at the top of the food chain in this universe

He’s special special

Every ounce of confidence he has is rightfully deserved and even tho he’s not the strongest per say, he IS extremely powerful and his destiny as a magi is to influence the world

THE WHOLE ASS WORLD YA’LL

That’s why he’s got such a big fucking ego

I promise these aren’t major spoilers, so you don’t have to worry about that

When he was still a (too precious for words) child, he was abducted by an evil cult so that they could manipulate him and use his powers to influence shit in a bad way. The exact details of what they did to him are hazy, but based on the snippets we did get it seems like they basically put Judal on a pedestal and raised him as if he were some kind of god or a king

I’m talking waiting on him hand and foot, giving him whatever he wanted, essentially worshiping him and using persuasive mind control magic to convince him that he’s the best thing to happen since sliced bread

And it worked

Can you tell exactly how fucked up this kid is right now

Keep in mind here that I’m not saying his screwed up personality isn’t the result of some seriously bad mojo

Magi are supposed to be what tips the scales of fate in this setting which, generally, means for the betterment of the world and this whack ass cult pointedly steered him down a path he otherwise would not have gone

But it’s this tragic past of his that really brings the whole package together

He could be a mean pretty boy for no other reason than because he wants to and I’d still drop into a split on his cock

I like mean for the sake of mean too

It’s just that knowing what made him the way he is gives us the perfect amount of insight to truly feel sympathetic despite all the bad shit he has done and will continue to do

Personally, it makes me want to be the one to show him genuine, tender affection no matter how much he’s initially appalled by the mere suggestion so in a lot of ways it’s similar to how I feel towards Hiei

But that doesn’t mean I want him to change and start being n - 🤢 start being nice - 🤮

He’s perfect just the way he is and there’s just something about big, confident egos that gets me going like little else

And Judal seems to truly believe he’s the greatest gift the world has ever received and he’s not wrong about that imo so yeah he definitely has an attitude problem

But that also means he’s a spoiled brat tho and he’s definitely one of those dudes who needs to be dommed on occasion to really get the full experience 👀

I am not too shy to pin him down and milk his cock for all it’s worth, that is all I’m saying fam

And can I just point out how breathtakingly gorgeous he’d look all flushed and sweaty, whimpering like a needy little bitch in heat while having his prostate relentlessly teased for hours on end?

Goodness, it suddenly got HOT in here, is that just me??? 💦

Ofc the only way that’s gonna happen is if he allows it - which I don’t see being a common occurrence - but that’s why you gotta take advantage of that shit when it does 👀

On the topic of Judal being spoiled, I want to mention that there are actually TWO very different backdrops that I can thot around with him in, and I like that

There’s the fantasy Middle East setting ofc which I personally can’t get enough of

I’m wearing the slave girl Leiah outfit in my mind right now btw

But he also spends a lot of time in this worlds version of ancient China complete with all the dramatic robes and elegant architecture to really set the mood

He has an entire imperial palace on lock and if that doesn’t get you even a little bit horny then idk what to tell you

The royal family for the most part treats him like one of their own despite not being related in any way, if that tells you exactly how much clout he pulls in this setting, and even tho they’re essentially using him for their own gain Judal doesn’t seem to mind it one bit

He likes being at the top and having the freedom to do whatever he wants so if that means doing a little dirty work for the Kou Empire then so be it

And I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be a ride or die on these little errands

Like, just imagine this pretty boy pulling up to you on his flying carpet (that’s not a joke or something I just pulled out of my ass btw) and asking if you want to come back to his crib for some fun

You say yes, because you might be a thirsty slut but you’re certainly not STUPID

And he straight up takes you to a fucking palace

Be honest with me guys, how fast do the panties come off tho?

Be real with me here

This is actually just the plot of Aladdin but with the gender roles reversed 🤣

Fr fr though, A Whole New World plays softly in the back of my mind every time I think about this dude, except it’s much darker and ... explicit 😏

But my point here is that Judal’s got basically everything he could ever possibly want so he really just needs a pretty little concubine at his side to complete the picture

And I dead ass feel like it should be ME

When I say this man could get it ....

OOF

He is TROUBLE in its purest form and I regret nothing about my choice in fictional men

Absolutely nothing

He could honestly fuck me up seven ways to Sunday and I’d thank him for the honor

Spit on me, king. Please. I don’t need nothing else to sustain me

Unless you want to throw some of that choice dick in for free? 👀

Lord have MERCY

#thotty thursday #judal #judal magi #magi labyrinth of magic

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dreamsafterhours · 4 years ago

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: II (donghyuk’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: platonic!mark+dy/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college best friend warning: a lil swearing (best get used to it lol)

masterlist

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II: relationship consolidation.. it’s platonic i swear

the fellowship continues (mark + dy/n)

so the month that follows your first meeting

is full of

a mixture of crackheadedness and tortured artist vibes

a lot of it is sending lit memes and other shit to each other at 2am when u have an 8am the next morning and yelling at each other for keeping u up so late but then laughing again at whatever the ridiculous punchline was

“to quote shakespeare’s hamlet, act v, scene ii, line 270: no”

/deep inhale/ /unhinged laughter/

that’s your inside joke for a whole two weeks mark couldn’t get the numbers right the first few times uwu poor confused thing but he got it after a while so good on him

in the second class after the first day, you try your best to find in him the crowd of people lining up to go into the lecture theatre but you can’t and it’s almost time to go in and—

oop you’re getting swept by the current of the masses

you still try to look for him even then

and luckily your attempts pay off !bc you do see him further up the stairs

,, but he’s

,.talking to another person, sitting in a seat on the end of the row

slightly disappointed that you can’t sit together and get to know him better and hopefully become friends but !! still optimistic that you’ll just make new friends

you file into an empty seat near his row a little further down the stairs from where he was sitting

you take out your materials and start to go over your notes from the day before when

someone plops himself down on the seat next to you

you look up and before you can smile in greeting, you recognise

it’s mark!!

he says “heyyy” in that rlly soft voice idk if you’ve seen the vid of him going ʰᶦ but that’s the voice he uses here

and you’re like “oh hi! wait i thought i saw you sitting over there” pointing behind u

and he’s like “oh i just met a friend and i was saving his girlfriend’s seat haha.. she just arrived so they kicked me out and i saw u and !!yeah”

and u nod at him like “nice nice i thought you ditched me” jokingly ofc

“no no i was actually trying to find you but.. you’re too short”

“i’m what”

/whispers/ “i’m sorry omg don’t kill me pls”

/stands up straighter to assert dominance/ “say that again, marcus. say that again”

ajsagdfo cuties

“ok then should we meet somewhere before the lectures”

so you decide on the benches outside the building as Your Spot™

the lecture’s just an introduction to the first text in the syllabus bc . second class

and so there’s quite a bit of note taking,, naturally

mark forgets what the prof says before he can write it down and this particular prof, you learn, is prone to talking fast and then switching the lecture slides before anyone can write anything important down

poor mark is doing a lot of looking up at the slides and then down at his notebook and :(((

so r u but u seem to have better memory than him so u either have the lecture slides up if you’re a typer with your notes or manage to write your notes and still listen to the prof if you’re a writer idk yalls preferences so

meanwhile mark whispers under his breath,, half to himself

“what” don’t we all,, mark.. don’t we all

and he does that a few times so you look over and he’s written barely anything so at that point he’s almost just resorted to listening to the prof and not taking notes at all

then he seems to catch himself and he starts writing down whatever key terms the prof is spewing and you realise

kid’s blanking out lmfao

so you tell him you’ll send your notes over to him after class and he’s like !! R U SURE im so sorry im not used to this sPEED and i can’t put my hand up and ask him to slow down someone else has to do that

and u just nod and tell him it’s all g

so class ends and you wave goodbye (confirming to meet at the benches next week too) to go to your tutorial class that happens to be right after the lecture and so does he,,

and this is your thought process for the next five or so minutes:

there’s only one exit so surely he’s only going outside and not the same way as me

oh look he’s going the same way as me.. i’m sure he’s just going to another building ooh that’s a pretty cool tree

hey we can walk to our next classes together and then split up where we have to go in different directions

is he turning left or right left or right i’m going left left or right left or—wait oh cool

ah there’s a bunch of classes in this building too surely he’s on a different floor. see he’s going up the stairs—wait he’s going up the stairs.. so am i..,,,

nah surely he’s going up another floor

wait if he’s going up another floor.. why isn’t he going on the elevator

does he have a fear of enclosed spaces

does he have childhood trauma in an elevator

maybe he keeps fit by climbing stairs

lol this is my floor, be funny if..

hang on a second

HANG ON A SECOND

“HANG ON A SECOND” that wasn’t one of your thoughts btw that was. out loud

very loud

and he turns around, startled at your voice again

looking up from his phone and eyes getting wider than they were in their initial reaction

“wHAT THE—WAIT HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP—”

he’s giggling at this point bc it’s so funny to him

“HOLD—YOU’RE?? in this tute too??”

“are we??—”

“—in the same class?” yall say that in unison bc that’s the proliferation of a Wholesome Friendship™ right there

u laugh bc wow this is my new best friend

“this is crazyyy”

“yeah what the f..” he highkey cuts himself off bc i mean day 2 guys

but then you

“exactly what the fuck...”

lmfao he knows then that it’s ok to swear with you

n e ways

y’all keep talking until your tutor arrives and lets you in the class

ofc you sit next to each other in the tute as well

you have a great time and class ends quicker than you thought bc you’re having fun and that’s always gewd

so the next few weeks u’re just vibing with each other

walking to class together after ur lectures

walking each other to other classes

studying together in the library in your spare time catching up on content and exploring ideas discussed in tutes for your shakespearean sonnets class

"o romeo, romeo, wherefore were thou and juliet teenage dumbfucks”

he couldn’t stop laughing at that for three days straight

“t..teENAGE /wheeze/ dUMBFUCKS HAHAHAHAHA”

getting pretty close basically

sharing hobbies and music tastes (u find out he plays guitar and it’s the biggest possession he brought into his dorm from his house and listens to frank ocean and john mayer a lot, watches fullmetal alchemist)

sometimes you’ll come to meet him at the benches full on catwalking down the path with your airpods in and resting bitch face on listening to some dope shit while the crowd parts for you and he’s just like O.O

how is she friends with me

he thinks you’re so cool it’s cute

but he’s also alr convinced himself that you’re so out of his league he highkey won’t dare try and make a move

n e ways

he sees ur airpods and he’s like “aren’t you afraid you’re gonna lose them one day”

and you just look at him and go “do i look like a fool, marcus”

he laughs so hard at that

complaining to you abt his roommate in real time over text like

marcus the fool 🤡: “dude he’s whining at me to ‘play with him’ i don’t want to play with him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s getting jealous of u”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he asks who u think u r”

you: “tell him i would fight him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he says u won’t win”

you: “bet”

marcus the fool 🤡: “i told him u don’t need to fight for my attention bc uve alr got it”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s fake crying”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he’s telling me to leave the house and leave the kids”

you: “am i a homewrecker now”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he calls u a homewrecker”

you: “tell him i’ll kiss it better”

one day like a month or so into your friendship

you rush to the benches with that look on your face that says you’re about to murder someone which usually disappears when you see him and take out your airpods bc rbf

so he ,, approaches with caution ,,, easy does it,,

yes he’s wondering if it’s your time of month

ngl it åctually was which makes things worse

t e n t a t i v e l y he asks on the way into the lecture theatre

“hey dy/n u ok?? u look.. ok nvm”

bc u lowkey glared at him but u didn’t mean to i swear u just looked at him but u were alr in a bad mood

so ure like “sorry yes i’m fine i didn’t have my coffee today so i may be a bit cranky”

“what happened? u sleep in or smth”

“yeah i slept at 4 last night”

“wHY did u do that”

“idK but i was running late just now and the line at the cafe was so long i stood in line for five minutes and i said nop class is abt to start”

“oh okey”

this keeps bugging him all throughout the lecture

so he turns to u when the lecture is over and he’s like

“u have another lecture next right”

“yes marcus i have another lecture that you’re taking with me”

“come ditch with me i’ll shout u a coffee”

“what really”

“for sure, we can catch up on the lecture in the library tonight”

and you remember that you’d made plans with your roommate my/n to go to the library that night anyway so you agree and let him know

so he’s like “oh rlly? can i bring my roomie along too he probs doesn’t have other plans anyway i hear they’re doing some kind of project so he better not be going anywhere” with a lil frown uwu angery mark

“sure don’t see why not. we’ll all study together”

“nice i’ll let him know”

“cool”

cool

u see where i’m going with this

waggles eyebrows

wink wink nudge nudge

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To Love is To Hate

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction By: Allyssa J. Watkins

"Allyssa Manx...… Get in the car."

Charlie flung open the passenger door of the Wraith, his eyes like stoked embers, black, smoking coals, his voice as threatening as a blade's edge raised against his wife, and he arched an eyebrow, just daring her to defy him further.

"Charlie, no, please- Don't-" Ally begged, taking a terrified step back into the falling snow on the road, the flurried wind whipping her white nightgown around her legs that were red with cold. "I'm- I'm so sorry!!!! Please..... Forgive me!!!" She called out, trembling, the tears streaming down her frozen cheek.

"Oh you're sorry?" He shot back cruelly, his gloved fingers gripping the edge of the car door. "To which of her heinous sins, does this fallen angel confess? The Seduction, The Theft, or The Betrayal, itself?"

"Charles-"

"She seeks absolution, she cries out for mercy, and yet even in pursuit of her penance, cannot do what I have asked. I said..... GET IN MY CAR." Charlie demanded in a low growl, furiously throwing his other arm out gesturing her inside.

Ally felt her heart tremble, collapsing to her knees, deathly afraid of that wild fury that flashed in her lover's eyes, and she sobbed harder. "Please, don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? Hurt YOU?" He snickered cruelly, slowly dofting his chauffer's hat in her direction, with a mock bow. "What a performance, My Dear, Sweet Wife, when YOU have hurt ME something profound, with a deception most vile, playing the blushing bride, when all along you were the black widow!!!"

"No!" She screamed, shaking her head, fingers trembling.

"How CAN you deny it!?" Charlie snarled, balling his royal blue, flat-topped hat up in his gloved fists, before letting it fall from his fingers. "You LIED to me, you STOLE from me, you TRICKED me, aligning yourself with our mutual enemy, that vicious WRETCH Vic McQueen!!!!! Oh don't tell me...…. This was your plan all the time, wasn't it? From the beginning, you made play of love when you felt NOTHING!!!!"

Ally cried harder, sobbing from her fallen place in the snow, her dark hair falling in her eyes, as she cast her head down, ashamed. "How can you think that, Charles? How can you profane something as pure, as powerful and mad passionate as our love? The love fate decreed between us, authored in the stars before ever we existed!?"

"Pure!? This- This love is a poison, slowly killing me with its kiss of death, that I happily, foolishly, take from your lips. The draught drank, and I am done for, because even still I see you, I look at you, and I want you, My Murderess, even as you enact my demise, even as you have no love in your heart, for mine that dies with each breath for you!!!!"

"See, that's the kicker, you piece of SHIT, ain't nobody ever loved your sorry ass more than this girl, right here!!!!"

"Vic, NO!!!!" Ally cried, scrambling to her feet.

Charlie recoiled with the laughing sound of Vic McQueen's voice, and then froze cold as the blast shattered the Wraith's rear window.

"VIC, NOOOOOOOO!!!!! STOP!!!!!" Ally screamed out, stunned, horrified as Vic McQueen appeared with a vengeance on the snow covered road, her shotgun still aimed, and she discharged the empty shell, with a threatening click.

"Heya Charlie. You miss me?"

"VIC...…." Charlie was so livid he spat her name in a seethe, his teeth digging into his lip, making a pretense of perfect control, of haughty indifference, but all he wanted to do was make that girl BLEED. "How nice of you to join our nasty little marital spat, you of COURSE being the noxious weed in our Eden, you homewrecking, conspiring, hateful BITCH!!!"

"Yeah, what can I say, it sounded like a BLAST!!!" Charlie bristled as Vic pulled the trigger again, snow and gravel exploding just inches from his boots. "I may be a bitch, Charlie, but I'm the bitch with the shotgun, and if you don't want me to blast you to hell, you're going to let Harlequin Novel go, right freaking now."

"Vic, WAIT!!!!" Ally pleaded, looking faint.

"You DARE attempt to force my hand, Victoria!? Ally isn't going ANYWHERE. Not with you. She's not your friend. You may think you have bested me, turned her against me, created in my beloved, a backstabber, your own advantageous ally, but I am not the only one she has fooled. Isn't that right, Mrs. Manx?"

"Vic this WASN'T the plan!!!!" Ally pleaded, not sure which of them to shield from the other.

Charlie watched Vic's finger fidget on the trigger, knowing that his words had struck a chord, and all was as he'd suspected.

"Ally, GO, get the HELL out of here. I know this isn't how you wanted it, but it was never gonna end with that frickin' creepy bastard alive, and you KNOW it!!!"

"NO!!!!! You promised, Vic, you PROMISED!!!!" Ally pleaded with angry tears, feeling for the pen in her sleeve, and finding it was not there.

"You're free, ain't ya!?" Vic hissed, but Charlie could see she was distracted, and he waited carefully for his moment, all he needed was for her to look away, even once...….

"I don't want it, not like this!!! We had a DEAL, Vic!!! Dismantle this Nightmare World piece by piece, tear it asunder from his mind, but HE LIVES!!!! He stays mine!!!!"

That's it, My Dove, rage in a riotous display, distract her, divide her focus, yes....…." Charlie's mind coaxed, Ally seeming to obey, and with both of his obsessions turning on the other, neither noticed Charlie slowly ease himself down, and retrieve the pistol from his boot.

"Yeah, well, I'm changin' the deal, okay? You wanted outta here, I'm gettin' you out, along with the kids, whatever it takes!!! I'm not going to spare this sicko, just because you're lovesick over him, and have this crazed delusion of still getting your ever after once we've burnt his Christmas Hell to the ground!!!!"

Vic dropped the shotgun, with an anguished string of curses, and Ally let out another stunned scream, clapping her hand to her mouth, as the bullet grazed Vic's shoulder, staining her blue plaid button-up red with blood.

"CHARLIE NOOOOO!!!!!"

"If you girls are quite finished, I would like to save you both the trouble, and end this doomed partnership, as of, how did you say it, right freaking now? I can't have you both playing too nice, now, can I?"

Charlie smirked, pistol raised, his gloved finger drawing back the hammer once more, to shoot Vic in the chest, and end it, once and for all.

"Vic McQueen...…. I hereby exile you from Christmasland, and life itself. Burn in hell," Charlie simpered maliciously, and right when he was about to send her there, his beautiful brunette hurled herself in the line of fire, waving frantically.

"Charlie, NO, DON'T shoot!"

"Ally...…. Get OUT of my way." He rasped, watching Vic groan, holding her shoulder, and eye the felled shotgun.

"Charlie! Charlie, wait! Hold on!" Ally drew closer to him, and he felt himself hesitate.

"NO! My Darling, do not you see what she has done to us!? The lies she has infected you with, to twist you, even YOU, my pure, my innocent, my perfect beauty into something dark, something dangerous, raise you as weapon against your own true love!?! Who stands the true monster here!?"

"Still YOU, Jerkoff!!!"

Vic rushed for the shotgun, but Ally was closer, and quicker than Vic in her wounded state, and snatched it up to Charlie's rollicking delight.

"Good Girl!!!! My Clever Bride!!! Oh Ally, all is forgiven...…. If you shoot Victoria McQueen."

Ally looked at him greatly distressed, as Vic glowered over her shoulder, just daring either of them to try it.

"Charles! You dismay me! Do you think me capable of such evils as to take a life!? You accuse Victoria of transforming me into something deadly, but have you not done me this same turn, My Love?"

"Damn, she's got ya there, Manx!" Vic snorted, still holding her shoulder, blood squeezing through her fingers.

Charlie growled, pistol still aimed, his finger poised, but Ally clinging to the shotgun, was enough to give him pause.

"I'll go with you, Charlie, I'll get in the car, I'll never leave you again, I'll do anything you want, BE anything you want, just let her walk away from this! Don't be the soulless monster she thinks you are!!!!"

"Ally, HAVE you freaking LOST it!?" Vic yelled out, incredulous, her breath shallow, trying to determine if she could tackle Northanger Abbey down, before Manx got off a shot.

Charlie cocked his silky, raven head to the side, his pistol still cocked as well, one eye narrowed, everything in him screaming to release the bullet, and author Vic McQueen's long fought for demise, and yet he knew that once he'd done so, that sweet, darling, fragile creature that he'd come to love so much, the broken doll that he'd made a queen, would be lost to him for all of his eternity.

"On the contrary, Vic, I think Miss Ally has finally found it...……."

"Ally don't do this...… You're better than this, better than him, you just broke free, don't let him pull ya back in. Run. You don't have to watch me kill your Nightmare Man, all you have to do is RUN!!! Whatever happens after...…. it ain't your fault."

"Charlie...…. Can I come home?" Ally's whole body shook, still gripping the shotgun, her tears falling, and Charlie gritted his teeth, hating his answer."

"Yes, My Darling, I accept. Get in the car, and I won't kill her...….. not today, anyway."

"You can't!!! You delusional, ridiculous, damned crazy chick!!!"

Ally started towards Charlie, and then stopped, noticing the pistol was still pointed at Vic's chest.

"Charlie, please, put down the pistol, and I will come to you. We can go home, be as we were, and make play this ugliness, my own treachery included, did not transpire."

"You do love me, don't you?" He managed in a rasp, his thick brow quizzical, slowly lowering his gun, pushing the hammer forward, expertly uncocking it, pocketing it in his dark blue chauffeur's coat as she drew nearer. "Why else sacrifice yourself for my soul, give back the life you have risked so much to free from my grasp? It wasn't all a lie...…. was it?"

"It was none of it, a lie, Charles!" Ally insisted in heartsick, desperation, and he beckoned her forward, the aching truth evident in her soft, glimmering eyes. "I Love You, Charles T. Manx, and I surrender myself to your hands whether they mean for me affection or infliction. How gladly would I sacrifice my own freedom, if it meant the redemption of your once beautiful soul!!!!"

"GOD, shut-up already, you both make me sick," Vic muttered. You ditzy, doe-eyed STUPID girl, go ahead, run right back to the cat's claws, and see if I give a DAMN!!!! I'm DONE playin' hero to the doomed damsel that's so damned in love with her distress!!! Never shoulda teamed up with you, Ally, I see it now, you're WEAK and you WANT him to MESS you up, so fine. I give. I hope he makes you as miserable as he makes me!!!!"

"Now, now, don't fret on that account, Victoria. Misery is a privilege I reserve only for you, it's something sacred between us."

Charlie laughed with vicious mirth, tempted to seize Ally and wrest the shotgun from her hands, the moment she was close enough, yet for some ridiculous, inexplicable reason, he wanted to trust her. Trust that she was done scheming against him with Vic, and that she wouldn't blow a hole in his chest, point blank, instead of getting into the car.

She hurried to him, her loose, luxurious curls catching in the wintry wind, and he froze, warily, as she knelt down to pick up his fallen chauffeur's cap from the road, leaving the shotgun in its place. She lovingly placed it atop his rich black waves, returning the crown to her king, and he kicked the shotgun away, as she did so, still not trusting that she meant to come of her own conscious volition.

Door still open, he helped her into the passenger's side seat, and delicately kissed his queen's frigid cheek, before shutting the door tight. The second she was tucked away, safely inside, he shot a glance back to the road, still tempted to send a bullet screaming through Vic's beating heart. She was gone...... He'd had his chance to end this, to prove victor over Meddlesome Victoria, at last. He'd wasted it. Wasted it like a fool on love. But as he watched his recaptured dove settle back in the seat, knowing she'd not fly free of her cage ever again, he smiled smugly to himself with the revelation he'd made the better trade.

His eyes moved back to the spot where she'd stood, imagining the way the bullet had scraped across her shoulder, the blood staining her shirt red.

"Until next time, Victoria...….. I have taken back my love, and soon, very soon, you vexing vixen, I shall have you as my vengeance. Who says a man cannot have his wife, and play with his hate too? I'm not finished with either of you yet...… To love one is to hate the other, and oh what fun...… to see you both become loved and hated by me.

#nos4a2 #charlie manx #charlie manx x oc #vic mcqueen #christmasland #the wraith #paranormal romance #paradise for the lost

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bubblybeomgyu · 5 years ago

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childhood friend!yeonjun

broooooo

imagine having him as even your friend

like no matter the childhood

damn u lucky

okay anyway

moving on

yk how youve probably seen so many

OMG Y/N IS NEW TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND H HE WANTS TO WELCOME HER BUT SHES 👉👈 SHY

sorry ily tumblr authors

but no

he threw sand at you

and you were like

wtf bitch??

not actually you were like,,,, five and had no idea what fuck or bitch meant but

yk?

aNyWaY

his parents went

hey 😡 apologize 😡

and he said

no 💢!!

but then ur parents started coming over with a crying you and five year old yeonjun almost pissed his pants

and so while trying to not tremble as much as he was he apologized to you

and you simply crossed your arms at him and huffed

but then you turned to your parents and went

!!! apology accepted haha

hahahaha

hahahahahaha

and then you never saw each other again

until school dont worry

you saw him and were like

shit he really do be the only person i recognize

‘ hey sand boy! ’

despite all the weird looks you got (including him) you had no regrets in calling him that

and then you realized

shit did he just blush?

but like he looked mad

maybe he was angry blushing

do five year olds do that?

yeah i think they do

anyway moving on

that school bus was pretty full

no you arent sitting next to him

ew you really thought i was gonna... yk..

youre sitting on the floor instead

you get in trouble?

you really dont care lmao

theres no way youre sitting next to sand boy

thats just weird

so apparently fate is on your side today

SIKE

you have to start elementary off by sitting next to him

you hate it

he hates it

its mutual!!

yall do be living a trope huh

anyway slowly

hey, only slowly, dont rush it!

slowly you start to get used to sand boy and his habits

and sand boy slowly starts to get used to everything about you

and so when yall become friends both of your guys’ parents are like

who are you and tf did you do with my kid

anyway even when yall are in high school you didnt split

even the school’s stupid dispatch like thing was like

lmao i think they’re dating

i mean you really act like it

so can you really blame them??

n e way

soobin aka class president aka yeonjun & you’s other best friend both knows how much you fawn over each other

he finds it amusing and all but like

he’s sick of this burning passion of can they stop being pussies

and so he goes up to you after school just like

‘ hEY yeonjun wants to ask you smth ’

yeonjun didnt have anything to say he wasnt even informed of this

youre just like??? lmao okay????

and so you go up to yeonjun just like

tf u want pretty boy

its okay you call him that all the time

anyway he went ‘ ??? ’

so you went ‘ ??? ’

and as stupid as it was

soobin’s plan worked

cuz since yeonjun didnt want shit to be awkward he went

‘ 😃 oh yeah i 😃 just wanted to say 😃 kinda like you yk??

hahaha its okay im a fool teehee 😎 ’

youre just like

‘ lmao ihy ’

but not really

more like ‘ lmao ily ’

and there now youre dating

soobin is thirdwheeling

much to his displeasure

but he caused it so he can fuck off

and yall soft and yeah you love each other

ugh im jealous

#yeonjun #yeonjun fluff #txt #txt fluff #yeonjun au #txt au #yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together au #tomorrow x together scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #txt scenarios

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wakandascrystal · 5 years ago

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ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ

Summary: Erik never lets you in. You try to be patient but it becomes too late when you fall for him.

Angst and smut themes

…….

It was a Wednesday evening and Erik just got home. The apartment smelled like your cooking and he loved it. He was getting out of his work clothes upstairs and getting ready for dinner.

“What you got cooking ?“ He hugged you from the back; engulfing your body and placing a light kiss on your neck.

“I’m making chicken curry“ You scoped up a bit of the soup and turned to feed him.

“Taste.“ He opened his mouth and accepted the warm and spicy contents. He gave you another kiss confirming your amazing cooking skills.

“You stay put your foot in these meals your cooking.“

“What can I say my mom raised a bad bitch.“ You turned the stove off and dished up two servings. Erik’s plate was much larger than yours. The man was a true eater. He could eat to full Macdonald’s meal and still be ready for more. His metabolism was crazy and your job was to keep it on its toes.

After dinner, you watched some tv. He sat next to you under a warm blanket as you watched an episode of a Telenovela. He loved that shit. Although he would never admit it to his boys. He was a die-hard fan.

“Look at Envo, playing Isabella. He knows that bitch don’t deserve that type of treatment. The girl just found out her half-sister and mother plotted to take out her pops. Now he fucks her best friends….“ He took a sip of his bottled water “…I don’t care how thick that bitch is man..” He whispered that last part then turned to you. You were staring into space. Your eyes fixed on nothing. You looked deep in thought.

“Baby you listening?“ You snapped out of your trance when he pulled you closer to him.

“….mmh..yeah…yeah the …friend and sister.“ Your left eye twitched. He knew you were lying.

He smacked his lips.

“You want to try that again.“

“I’m sorry E. I’m just really drained. I think I should go lay down“

“Okay then let’s go sleep them..“

“No! Stay and watch this till it ends I don’t want to interrupt you.“ You pleaded

“Nah. It won’t be any fun watching it without you.“

And you went to bed. Your body close to his until your lids closed shut.

………………………………………

“I bet you 10k that you won’t grow your hair out. Don’t lie to yourself. You know damn well that Corporation you work at won’t let a nigga come in with nigga’s hair. Correct me if I’m wrong?“

“Look at him. He knows you right“ Erik said?

“Well, Mr my brother is a king….“

“It’s my cousin..“ Erik corrected.

That was Kookie and Titi - Erik’s childhood friends. They had come over for a little get together you and Erik were hosting. They were not alone. They had brought over their girlfriends or “situations”…at this point, you didn’t know. Their names were Kiara and Adriana, nevertheless, they were sweet girls and you welcomed them with open arms. They helped with food preparation and the making of the drinks and you started to fall in love with them.

“So you met Kookie where… Adriana ?“ You asked again with a playful tone. yall were away from the guys so you could gossip properly.

“He works with my father. I took one look at that nigga and I heard God speak to me-“ Kiara took a deep dramatic sigh “Adriana, here we go again“

“What? she did!“ Adriana said.

“She ?“ You questioned

“Yes honey God is a black woman and when I saw that 6-foot nigga in a clean-cut black suit …walking out of a meeting with my dad …I felt my walls-”

Kiana stops her from carrying on.

“That’s it! If we don’t change the subject I’m going to need something stronger than this.“ She tapped her wine glass. You let out a light laugh

“What about you how did you met Erik.“ You weren’t expecting them to ask so it caught you off guard.

“Oh …ah Yeah Erik and I met at University…but briefly. We would pass each other in the halls or whatever. Then we graduated and then next thing I heard was he was drafted, he moved up and joined some super-secret parts of the military that he can’t even tell me about to this day.- “

“Like Seal team 6 and shit “ Adriana probed

“- I’m not sure but we never even spoken to each other at that point…..to put it lightly I wasn’t exactly Eriks type.- “

“So it was one-sided. You liked him and he didn’t like you.“ Kiana added

“Well at the time yeah. Every girl on campus loved him but I heard he had a girl and she was killed by some craze White South African guy and some other super crazy shit happened in Africa ….that I still might not believe happened but we met again when he and his cousin made an outreach program centre. They reached out to me to be the resident phycologist. I talk to the kids there …just work with them. “ You hoped that mess of a story made sense to them. They didn’t care about the other stuff they just cared that you and Erik were close stranges and now you were dating.

“Yeah it’s crazy ..we talk about that all the time“

“aww, its like fate was there the whole time.“ Adriana said and Kiana cringed a bit.

later that night all 6 of you sat around the living room drinking and talking. yall talked about your love life and the people yall hated. Yall talked about the current political events and Normani’s video but you could keep eye contact with Erik when the conversation shifted to sex.

You were going through something you couldn’t tell Erik cause you were scared it would insult him. You went cumming and you knew it had nothing to do with Erik cause even alone you cumming.

It was frustrating you and you knew exactly why you weren’t finishing. You were starting to fall in love with him and you were scared.

You didn’t Know him probably. You knew a little about his past and he wasn’t really giving with the information you craved. He was very friendly and supportive but in order to have a life with him, you needed to know more about him. That was too late you had fallen…hard.

You first noticed when a bank teller was flirting with Erik and you cut her off. For those few minutes, you told her to be professional and focus on her job and proceed to kiss Erik on the cheek. Erik was surprised throughout the exchange. He didn’t know you had it in you. It was one of the most sexiest things he’s ever seen you do. He bit his lip as he saw the passion in your eyes. He planned on giving you the best dick when you got home. Oh, it was good already. The tears roll down the side of your face as he pounded you. He kept reminding you why he was fucking between his heavy breaths.

“you told ..that bitch to stop ….. playing with your man huh?” Erik’s sweat rolled down his marked body.

“you don’t want to share this dick…huh…it’s all your and you’re taking it so well….yes this is your baby …take this dick..”

His words were turning you on but when it was time for your climax you heart just sunk. It was a strange emotion. You felt scared and sad but it lasted for a few seconds then Erik fall on you.

“baby, did you cum?” He moaned out

You didn’t know what to say. You had never not cum with Erik ..he knew your body well.

“yes… I did.” You lied. You were glad he couldn’t see your twitching eye. You let him sleep on you, between your legs. Usually, you didn’t because he was heavy but you thought it was a way to apologize for lying to him. You gently rubbed his back.

And after that night it has been the same until now. Erik called out to you asking if you alright. You lied

“Me? Yes. I’m good.” Your eye twitched.

That worried him.

“I have said this before and I’ll say it again !!! Length doesn’t matter!” Adriana said with her forth wine glass in the air.

Erik and titi let out laughs. They hit it over as they rolled laughing.

“You just saying that cause of what kookie got packing …don’t let him fool you.”

Kookie quickly came to his defence.

“man fuck y'all. Except for you baby”, he pointed to Adriana.

“ My dick is above average. It gets the job done. Period! Some of y'all with the long-ass dicks be leaving y'all shorties unsatisfied…y'all monster dicks be leaving her having to take care of her own shit when you knocked out in the bed.”

Once the sentences registered in your head. You involuntarily choked on your wine. It sprung straight onto your white carpet y'all were sitting on, in the living room. You coughed out wine that had made its way down your body.

Everyone rushed to help except Erik. Adriana took the glass from you while Titi sat you up.

“Girl, you good?”

You sat up while you told him you were fine.

“I’ll be in the bathroom to clean myself up.” You stood up and left

Erik’s jaw locked as he quickly follows behind you.

He opened the bathroom door after you just closed it.

“Jesus! Erik dont scare me like that.” You took off your top that was stained by the wine. Just in your bra, Erik stared you down.

“you want to tell me what’s got you acting like this .”

“Erik what are you talking about…can you get me the washing powder in there.”

He slowly reached for the cupboard and took out the washing powder.

“thank you.” You said sarcastically

“Are you pregnant?” Erik asked

“No, I’m not pregnant Erik. Are you high? You think I would drink wine if I was carrying a child.” You asked playfully

He quickly kissed his lips.

“So why you acting like there’s something I need to know…that you don’t want me too.”

“Erik.. are you done with your…little psychoanalysis you throwing on me!“ You started to get irritated you wanted him to leave you alone so you could process your own feelings.

“Are you done lying to me.-“ You turned to him slowly

“Lying!! I’m lying to you!! Oh, I want to hear this!“ you folded your arms and leaned against the working washing machine. The anger came from nowhere but it was very evident and Erik noticed it.

“Yeah you acting strange ass fuck and I-“ You cut him off

“And you what Erik!“ You were pretty sure your guests knew by now that there was a fight in the bathroom.

“What makes you think you have the right to fucking question me when I know nothing about you.“ The penny finally drops for Erik. He knew there was no way you could be this angry for no reason. His secrecy was finally catching up with him. He didn’t know it but it was messing you up. Driving you crazy.

“….Nothing to say. Mr I don’t like talking about my past. Mr Are you writing a book about me. Erik, you disappear for days or weeks at a time, and come back acting like it’s no big deal …..and when I ask you where the hell did go for so long….you always spin it and somehow blame me.“

“Yoh..Y/N …look chill out.“

“I can’t!! I want to But I fucken can’t because I’m in love with your thick-headed ass. I have reached a point where being without you would be a problem. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT ERIK! THE THOUGHT OF BEING WITHOUT YOU BRINGS PAIN AND UNSPEAKABLE SORROW TO MY HEART…….yet I know nothing about you…we might as well be strangers. To be honest I don’t even know what we are. ”

He stood still not saying a word.

“This shit has been affecting me like crazy. My hormones are all over the place. It’s been months since I could…could cum. It’s all I think about. Do get me wrong. Your cute and fun to have around but that’s not what I need to form a partner. “

“….since the second we started hooking up….you never let me in and I was cool with that back then because …oh you know…you can’t trust these female right…..I’ve been patient Erik….and stupid it seems……“ He stood opposite. He was defeated and he didn’t know what to say. He had no idea how you felt.

“…While you out here …figuring shit out and building this wall you have up that I have to work so hard to climb over to reach you ….ill go lay down. I’m tired Erik.”

He knew the lost part didn’t mean you were tired for having a long day…he knew that maybe it was time he let you in and stopped keeping you at arm’s length.

You left him alone in the bathroom, heading upstairs. You heard a lot of shuffling from the living room but you honestly didn’t care if they were listing or not. You were heartbroken. Nothing mattered.

“Ay Erik …my man. We out. We see you and your girl got things to talk about…so will be out of your hair” Titi shouted before they rushed out the front door.

Back in your shared bedroom you took your PJs, phone and night creams and heading for the guest room. There was no way you could sleep with Erik tonight. You were mad and disappointed. All that time you had wasted. Lost investment. You needed time alone. Time to think about your next step. Maybe moving out and starting fresh. It would be hard but what else can you do. It dawned on you that you spent more time at his house then she did. That’s why you locked the door. Just for tonight, you wanted to sit in your sorrow.

#erik #erik x reader #erik imagine #Erik Killmonger #black panther killmonger #Erik killmonger x Reader #erik x blackreader #erik killmonger fic

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erideights · 5 years ago

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Through history to get to you. (2)

Summary: Reader's an angel casted out of heaven because, well, she's weird. She's in love with Crowley and, of course Crowley is in love with her. Our poor Aziraphale is just fucking tired of seeing how neither of them realize the feelings of the other.

Part one: here

Pairing: Crowley x Angel!Reader (Good Omens)

Word Count: 3219

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: Okay so I actually have to wipe out some details because tumblr said it was too long to post it. Bitch, wtf? I've seen fics with 8K but yeah, you do you. For the record, I could (and I would love to) write a 3rd part if you guys like this so, let's go!

What for any human being were seconds, for him seemed like hours.

The hours days, and the days weeks.

How could such a vain human feeling as that one destroy his world piece by piece and rebuild it upside down?

His heart was beating so hard inside his chest he truthfully believed it would come out of it at any moment.

But yeah, often, —from time to time—, Crowley also remembered past times, crucial moments in his life.

Crucial moments with her.

How each interaction by her side throughout history had achieved the impossible: to fall in love with her a bit more, a bit deeper, every-single-fucking-day.

41 AD, we find ourselves again in the large and great Rome, its taverns still full and its people enjoying the wealth of their lives, but this time, the perspective of the universe will turn 180 degrees and will present us his point of view.

Just nipped in for a quick temptation, he thought, a simple job, going in and out, enjoying the best concoction he could buy and leaving as he had come; without friends, without insubstantial talks of any kind with drinking companions or beautiful ladies to enjoy a night of pleasure.

He would leave the same way he came there; alone.

Having clear his priorities and how events would develop, he should add that the presence of Aziraphale didn’t surprise him. Not at all. They had the strange tendency to meet once every certain number of years and exchange a couple words, like two old friends who meet in the darkness of the night to become a distant memory when the sun rises.

However, he saw her.

A young woman with long hair, smooth and immaculate skin and so bright, Crowley could confuse her with one of the many stars that he, before falling into darkness and the shelter from Hell, helped to build.

Not only did she stand out for her colorful choice of attire, which he no doubt saw reflected in him, but for her presence; It gave the impression that she could change the world if she wanted with a single smile of hers.

But Crowley didn’t see her smile, not yet.

She nipped her bottom lip nervously, eyes fixed on Aziraphale’s, who after inviting the demon to eat, had excused himself for a second without giving reasons. Without saying why.

She was the why, or so Crowley guessed, taking a long sip of the drink in his hand to hide a small, amused grin behind his pottery; what could it be that would hysterise so much the nerves of that beautiful woman?

He was dying to know it, and long before he had even known her name, he was already thinking of her with more interest than, perhaps, he should.

1538, oh, the beautiful Venice during the heyday of the Renaissance in Italy, what a joyful time for artists, aristocrats, noble European families with their ornate clothes and eccentric homes.

Its intricate canals were full of life, of gondolas with lanterns as companions and lovers enjoying the calm offered by the night while the musician, unknown to his people but key to the romantic atmosphere that reigned there, dedicated his poems and songs to the most beautiful of the ladies, the one who lived in his memory, who stole his heart and prevented his rest when trying to sleep.

Oh, Venice, cruel your final sentence, the destruction that awaited you behind the darkest corner, because a demon without bad intentions but with a job to fulfill walked for your cobbled streets and through your low buildings, the smell of salt flooding his nostrils and filling his lungs until exhale a deep sigh that would be lost in the night air.

He couldn’t help but think that scenario would have been to the liking of his friend, the book-loving angel, because if he wasn’t misinformed, the magnificent city housed the first public library in all Europe. He could already hear Aziraphale eager about all the books he could read during his stay, or see reflected in his eyes the affection that the celestial being professed towards all the knowledge of the universe stored in those leather covers full of sheets of paper.

He’d thought of her, too. Crowley always thought about Y/N when visiting a new city, how he would enjoy walking hand in hand with her when discovering the hidden beauty in its streets or hearing her melodious voice, probably excited to discover a new artist to idolize; she loved art.

The problem was that each and every time he was thinking about her in that way, he felt disgusted with himself. He hated it. He hated that warm feeling that spread from his heart to every one of his nerves when he thought of her, when he met her soft gaze or, when by chance, he felt the brush of her fingers on his skin.

He hated love.

He was a demon, for fuck’s sake! He shouldn’t be able to feel love. He shouldn’t want to feel love. He shouldn’t even think about love.

But there he was, making a fool of himself whenever he could be with her.

He hated it, but at the same time, He needed it. He needed her.

Melody of soft, sweet violins then slid through the air and between the voices of those who walked down the avenue to reach the demon, who with slow but sure steps was heading towards his destination, ready to start the mission assigned to him and be able to move quickly to another place. Or enjoy the experiences Venice could give him, whatever first seemed to crave his exquisite persona.

A huge mansion stood out among all the houses at the end of the road, its eccentric facade screaming loudly that it belonged to Italian nobility that little wanted to leave to the imagination of others; showing off was a luxury that not everyone could enjoy. And so, its tall and ornate doors, wide open so that everyone could look inside, let the light escape from it to illuminate the street, successfully attracting the gazes of children, families, onlookers and other spectators who, by chance, passed by.

Two vast guards, whose clothes gave the impression of imitating the fates of The Death, made sure that no one who didn’t have an invitation could go inside.

Crowley, for example, was one of those people not invited to the party, but bold of anyone to assume something like that could stop him, because with a small, subtle and smug smirk adorning his lips and a snap of his fingers, both guards nodded at once and stepped aside, imitating for him a small corridor to get to the inside.

But that smile? Vanished from the moment he put a single foot in that place, feeling his whole body assaulted by a violent shiver that ran from head to toe and held his breath for more seconds than he would have wished.

He knew by heart that feeling, and from the moment he felt it ruffling his skin, he knew he was fucked up and that, most likely, he wouldn’t accomplish his mission. It couldn’t be that easy, right?

A deep and heavy sigh, followed by a shake of his head, accompanied him to the true interior of the luxurious home, crowded to the unthinkable by hundreds of people of high social status in the Italian community, their faces hidden behind masks of thousands of colors and different forms, their bodies, at the same time, wrapped in clothes, jackets and dresses of an exquisite quality that of course, matched the theme of each of their costumes.

A venetian masquerade wasn’t exactly the best scenario to search and identify someone from among all of its guests, but soon his slitted eyes scanned the huge room with hysteria running his veins and an iron pressure tightening his mischievous heart.

The positive side of all that? His mask —black, with golden and red details; what an unexpected surprise— fitted perfectly to a large part of his face, making unnecessary the use of sunglasses so that his peculiar eyes didn’t draw attention to him and, therefore, helping being able to see perfectly normal in the dim light of the hundreds of candles that illuminated the ballroom.

Couples dancing to the tune of the tender melody were gathered in the center of this one, the rest occupied by groups that chatted lively, young men waiting their turn to dance with the lady of their dreams and some more… unfortunate, who only dreamed from their corner with a glass of champagne between his fingers and his sad expression hidden behind a venetian mask.

Some collide against him, too absorbed in his search to bother to dodge people or find a safer route to move, but would he apologize? Never. Not only because Crowley hadn’t apologized in his entire life, but because he didn’t see it necessary to do so. After all, the reason for his hasty movements was far more important than anything that those idiots could ever imagine.

However, when he saw her, everything stopped.

Even his heart.

She had her back to him, her beautiful silky hair pulled back in a high bun that left a pair of curls falling down her shoulders, one on each side, towards her chest.

She wore an apple-green dress with white and gold details here and there, the tight corset making it inevitable to notice right away her beautiful body and the huge skirt attached to it, giving her the look of a gorgeous european princess.

No, from his perspective he couldn’t get to see her whole face, —he barely reached part of it thanks to a couple movements of her head—, but he knew it was Y/N.

There was no doubt.

She laughed, chatting with those she supposed were acquaintances of the angel and the cause and reason why she was there, that among all the times, among the hundreds of masked dances that Venice was witnessing, she was there, the same day, in the same place as him.

Oh, destiny was some capricious bitch and he ended up being a mere puppet that would dance to its tune.

Clearing his throat by positioning himself just behind her —so close that he would only have to put his hands on her waist and turn her around to finally kiss her— he successfully attracted the attention of those around them, who gave away strange glances at the demon; some confused, others suspicious, others distrustful.

The one Y/N gave him when she turned around and their eyes met for the first time in some years was the only one that really mattered.

Her hypnotic eyes, behind that mask that so gracefully embraced her sweet features from the middle of her forehead to below her eyes, opened wide recognizing the gold ones of Crowley, who without thinking twice, took the left hand of the girl, lifted it to his lips and left a kiss right on its back.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, more like a mockery for those presumptuous around him than as a formal request to the angel in front of him. It was easy to appreciate how his eyebrows were raised upwards in the slightest in a subtle grin and how that small and mischievous smirk that she loved so much was partially hidden only by the back of her hand that he still held against himself, and before she could prevent it, that same expression was drawn in her own features, hopelessly excited to find him in that kind of situation.

‘’I’ll be damned.’’ she answered in an incredulous, playful whisper, the demon the only being that could get to clearly hear her and, therefore, tearing a low and attractive chuckle from his throat as a result. She thought she was gonna melt in that very moment.

Saying that, Crowley rose from his bow and, pulling her hand, he led the girl —who didn’t have time to say goodbye to her company— to the center of the room, avoiding the rest of the guests as much as possible and when they arrived, the demon separated the angel from him, throwing her gently in the opposite direction to attract her to his body just a second later in graceful and elegant move thanks to the grip he had in her hand, making the chest of Y/N softly collide with his own.

In the blink of an eye, Crowley's free hand was at her waist and hers, on his shoulder, an amused expression adorning her face. ''I thought demons didn’t know how to dance.'' She teased, raising an eyebrow, her eyes fixed on his at absolutely every moment.

''I thought angels didn’t dance at all.'' he remarked in a flash, as arrogant as always, rocking the girl to the sound of the music that echoed between the walls of the room.

‘’Touché.’’

Not that much passed in silence between them until Crowley raised his voice again, trying to relieve the tension that was gradually forming inside his chest because, of course, she didn’t feel the same. Or so he thought.

Also, not looking at her lips having her so close to him and without his sunglasses that could conceal such act became more difficult each passing second. ''Are you going to tell me what are you doing here or will I have to take a guess myself?'’

''The question is not what I’m doing here,'' she said firmly, twirling in the demon's arms as the rest of the ladies swiveled in the ones of their partners as if that were a choreography with hundreds of dancers in perfect synchrony, only that in her case, when she resumed her position, her voice became just an audible whisper that went straight to the ear of the ginger, the soft velvet of his ornate jacket caressing the palm of her hand when gently pulling it towards herself to bring him closer to her. ''but what are you up to, Crowley. Nothing good, I assume.''

The hit of her breath against his skin and the seductive tone the woman used made every hair on his body stand up and his breath trapped at the beginning of his throat, unable to fight her words with some intelligent and sarcastic comment for his part.

He could only watch, in silence, as Y/N parted a couple inches to be face to face with him again, a smirk on her lips as she knew, she’d won that round.

‘’Touché.’’

Nowadays. Again. Almost 500 years later.

''Crowley?'' Her voice echoed through the walls of the luxurious flat while the front door —its white glass showing a dim light inside— opened wide, braking just before reaching the back wall. ''I just saw your message, is everything okay?''

Not too many minutes ago she’d received a "strange" message from the demon asking her to go to his apartment as soon as possible, making the angel inevitably frown, worried, and teleport there with a simple snap of her fingers.

The strange thing definitely wasn’t him sending her a message, but everything else. It was 2 o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday night, there hadn’t been any serious event that required her attention —or so she thought— and in general, it was Crowley who always, no matter what time, was looking for an excuse to drive his beloved car through the streets of London to the destination he wanted.

That it was she who should move this time was... odd.

The only source of light in the room was a small lamp placed on the huge red marble table that occupied the center of it, which barely came to illuminate enough to know if she was or not alone there.

She didn’t have to raise her voice again, anyway, because the ornate throne next to the table slid back carefully and the demon could be perfectly made out from the rest of the shadows in the room.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ It was the first and only thing Crowley said once he turned around and fixed his gaze —which seemed to shine with its own light— on Y/N, who astonished, raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips in a thin and incredulous expression; it was the first time in her life that she’d listened him ask for forgiveness, no matter what or whom.

''What are you sorry for, hm? What have you done now?'' She asked in her usual playful tone, waiting for the most elaborate and mind blowing response ever from the redhead.

But it never came.

He moved quickly to erase the distance between them and without stopping to reconsider his next step, —although she could swear, she saw a glimpse of doubt and fear in his eyes—, Crowley took her face with both hands to caress her cheeks and kissed her right away, giving her all he got.

No, it wasn’t tender, romantic or typical for the first kiss you give to your first love. It was hungry, animal, passionate, needy and desperate, as if he’d waited his entire life to be able to taste her lips and lose himself in them while his heart hammered his chest and deafened his ears.

In fact, that was exactly what happened.

And he didn’t expect Y/N to kiss him back in that very moment, because an act as impulsive as that should have shocked her to say the least, but she did, and before they could really think about what was happening, the demon had his angel cornered against the wall, her hands lost in his reddish hair and his, squeezing and pressing her hips against his own body with such force he suspected, could leave bruises on her skin.

But she didn’t mind.

His kisses were all she ever dreamed of and more, a slight taste of whiskey and coffee lingering in his mouth while doing everything possible to steal her breath and make her addicted to him; she was intoxicated, she couldn’t think of anything else.

She didn’t have time to be shocked or to ask herself the most obvious question: why now.

And that's why, when he parted just enough to lean his forehead against hers and breathe on her lips, a heavy sigh left her without any oxygen in her lungs, displaying her annoyance at the lack of his wet touch.

''Am I going too fast for you?'' He asked, the same fear she saw in his eyes minutes ago now in his voice; it was, again, the first time in his life that he looked so worried about messing something up.

His slitted, golden, demon eyes scanned her face for any sign that would make him stop, so close that the image faded irretrievably, and when in his place he found the same craving he felt in his veins, he dampened his parted lips, knowing there was no going back.

‘’If anything, you’re being too slow.’’

#good omens #crowley #crowley x reader #good omens one shots #crowley x fem!reader #good omens prime #crowley x angel!reader #good omens crowley #ineffable

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queenlokibeth · 5 years ago

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Shall we talk about the songs on louis’ “28 songs” playlist?

(Massive observation of all 28 songs ahead. Yes it took me 2 hours to make this. Skip to the end after the keep reading if you want the TL;DR)

You’re not the only one - Sam Fender

“The song is in fact about his best mate and himself “coming out on the other end of a bad place” and going out to party. He told Virgin Radio that “It’s a celebratory song about loving your mate, really”. “ - Genius lyrics

“ The fabricated smiles so wide, they're of hope Your composure is so brittle, and you hold yourself so well Inside, you cling to pieces of a broken carousel “ well yes i am crying

“We'll have this place on lockdown, it's here for you to taste“

Call me out - Sea Girls (Nautical theme, anyone?)

“And I've changed a lot since then, ask my friends The crying stopped, on top of that, my eyes forgot An old flame who got her hips on a bucket list And times missed every night since we first kissed”

“ And I've changed a lot since then, ask my friends My clothes, my frame, I've spent enough but feel the same”

“And I'll be waiting when you come and call”

“ I can burn that bridge when we get to it “

The Runner - Foals

“... The narrator is done lamenting his fate now and Part 2 sees him picking himself up, dusting himself off, and moving forward... [A] call to find a sense of purpose and perseverance despite the odds and despite the troubles we may find inside or outside ourselves.” - Genius lyrics

Nightmares - Easy Life

“...topics of insomnia, anxiety, and peer pressure.... The major chords acting to cover up the emotions professed in the lyrics, turning the song itself into a perfect metaphor...” - About the song, Genius lyrics.

“ It's all a bit of fun until somebody gets hurt I’ll take it with a pinch of salt, another bridge is burned” Burning bridges, again, you say?

“ It's all a bit of fun until somebody gets hurt I'll take it with a pinch of salt, another lesson learned But I don't need to know what's real or not no more I don't need to know what's real or not no more “

My honest face - Inhaler (pretty self explanatory title there)

“ [The vocalist] fears being met with nitpicking or criticism of the lesser parts of his performance. He thinks of himself as skilled, but not perfect. “ - About the song, Genius lyrics.

“And honey, I could play the Joker My made up smile broke your heart last night No, no, no, I didn't want to hurt ya But there's just a certain culture when you're young When you're young “

“ And honey, I could play the hater Acting like I hated her last night No, no no, I didn't want to hurt you “

“ I'll take you to an honest place Darling, I just can't find my honest face It's all over the place, it's all over the place “ So he wants to show his audience who he really is, but he can’t.

Your girlfriend - Blossoms (oh? oH?)

This one is interesting. There are many pronoun changes through the song. It’s hard to figure out at which point the girl goes from being “a friend who is a girl” to “girlfriend” and who is the speaker, who is the friend, and who is the girl.

“ I'm a boy And she's a girl With more charm than most movie stars So we met Through a friend We rent a place and she comes round to stay “ The first ‘we’ is the speaker and the girl, the second we is the speaker and his friend. This is when the song starts sounding like a dialogue to me: one person sings everything until before the last line, and the last line is a reply from the friend.

“ And now your girlfriend is ringing in my ears again “ There is a change here from “we met through a friend” (telling the story to someone else) vs this line, where the speaker is talking TO said friend, or perhaps following up on the dialogue theory, this is the friend replying to the speaker.

“ What am I supposed to do? I can tell, they get along so well” Is this the speaker talking about his friend and the girl, no longer talking TO the friend? I feel like this is the (mutual)friend wondering about his girl friend and the speaker.

“Is it possible, she likes me too?

I'm not sure if I should read between those lines “ This could be the speaker wondering.

“I should be moving out but can't 'cause we've just signed a lease “ (Again with the renting? Princess park? Hmm?)

“Thought maybe we'd go out for a movie And we can forget friends who'll be fuming Then I could walk you home in the evening And that's just being friendly “ This can be analysed in so many different ways depending on who’s speakig and to whom.

“And now your girlfriend is ringing in my ears again And when she smiles, I can't hide my jealousy Oh I can't take it, boy I hope she's faking it I heard he bought a ring today

I heard they got engaged today “ This one is interesting, because she might have ended up together with either the friend or the speaker, and whichever one she did not end up with is referring FIRST to their buddy and then moving on to address someone else, telling the story. Also, it almost sounds as if whoever is saying this is jealous OF THE GIRL, not of the guy who is with her.

Overall there is a lot to unpack with this song, mainly because of the change in pronouns and who the singer has as their audience for each line.

Empty hands - Tors

“Too late to call I've been away left you alone”

“I didn't notice you're feeling hopeless So blue-ou-ou again”

“And I'm nothing more than just a man And it breaks my heart When I break your heart”

“And I promised more than I could give And it's not the life you thought you'd live”

“Saturday nights up on the roof Sundays in bed Coffee and sleep Head for a walk Down by the sea with you-ou-ou” (Again nautical theme? Eroda anyone? Lou’s MV? Harry’s MV?)

“When I come back home I see the lights That you left on for me every night When I see you standing at the door Everything i want for evermore “ (Lights up? met you at your doorstep?)

Restrospect - Vistas

“See you find comfort in small things Which she considers the wrong things And you find comfort in hellos Not goodbyes, not goodbye And you try not to have issues With the hate you, love you, and miss yous That all come out when she kissed you Goodbye, goodbye” This is basically saying “hey i know about the stuff you like and don’t, she doesn’t! also you were feeling great until she ruined it!”

“Singing Sweet Caroline with diamonds in her eyes” (diamonds will make sense with the next song)

“Throw my arms to the skies”

“ Let me go and I'll forget Happiness in retrospect” Letting go has been a big theme y’all.

“See you find comfort in tall things Which he considers the wrong things And you find comfort in things he can't Recognise, recognise” OH HO HO HO WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT PRONOUN CHANGE? Now there’s a MAN who isn’t right for this person according to the singer.

“ And you want nothing but all this While he's stuck trying to solve it Nevertheless acquiesce till you feel those Butterflies, butterflies “

Lucy - Ten Tonnes (aHA! Lucy as in Lucy in the sky with diamonds, aka ANOTHER Beatles reference up in this bitch.)

“ Where you left your face “

“ Come away, from the window Haven't you learnt? That in dreams you can't get burned And I will meet you there Under purest skies It's where I'll be When they're finished with me” This gives me some SOTT vibes.

My Cheating Heart - Love Fame Tragedy (Pretty self explanatory song title, pretty self explanatory band name)

“Money, women, cars Leave my head among the stars 'Cause I want it all, yeah, yeah I want it all Puppet on a string is it such an evil thing”

“ So do I sink or do I float now?” The water scenes in the MVs????

Tears dry on their own - Amy Winehouse (ouch)

About the song: “She describes how a tarnished relationship has made her feel, and how she cries often. [Song] Samples Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell’s “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” Interesting sampling there, since ANMHE literally goes “ain’t no mountain high enough... to keep me from getting to you babe. Remember the day I set you free...” and just great song overall i cannot copy the whole thing here but YO.

“Once it was so right When we were at our height Waiting for you in the hotel at night I knew I hadn't met my match But every moment we could snatch I don't know why I got so attached It's my responsibility And you don't owe nothing to me But to walk away I have no capacity “ Well i am crying this isn’t it THIS AINT IT

“He walks away The sun goes down He takes the day but I'm grown And in your way, in this blue shade My tears dry on their own” Letting go, your partner leaving you for someone else... there’s a lot to unpack here.

“We could a never had it all We had to hit a wall So this is inevitable withdrawal Even if I stop wanting you A perspective pushes through I'll be some next man's other woman soon” So, Walls? Hardship in the relationship? Not being the formal girlfriend/partner but the side-chick?

“ I wish I could say no regrets And no emotional debts Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets So we are history”

2all - Catfish and the Bottlemen

“Life got led By people who Just wanna flood your head

... But it fits you at the time To fall for every line “ As stated by Genius: “...life is often “led” or heavily influenced by those who can rally people to follow their thoughts and ideas, e.g. friends, employers... The “fall for every line” is referring to the ones who let the people that try to influence their lives into their head and let them take over. “

Also, About: “ The song has a heavy emphasis on how you should hold the best people closest to your heart – the ones who are always there for you when you need them and the people you can count on all the time.”

“ Oh, they convinced me every time That I needed fooling So that I'd go and get it right Yeah, somewhere, they convinced me down the line When I needed fooling So that I'd go and get it right”

Reptilia - The Strokes

About the first lines: “ A shot at journalists; The Strokes, especially Julian, have never been open with the press and want their music to do their talking.”

“"You sound so sleepy, just take this, now leave me" From Genius: “Julian’s girl is talking to him, telling him that he looks “sleepy” but he probably is bored... his girl gets frustrated with him and eggs him on to ditch her.”

Honestly the whole analysis on Genius is pretty on point:

“He’s using sarcasm, the girl is trying as hard as she can to keep the relationship together, she’s thirsty as fuck and the night is barely over.... At this point Casablancas just wants to get out of the relationship. he sees this desperate need to leave, but she remains behind.... He’s waited long enough and it’s finally over between whom ever the girl is. She’s not having fun anymore and her happiness becomes sorrow, he just wants this night to be over....[About the title] Reptiles are cold blooded creatures (and the girl in the song just doesn’t care about the guy.)”

Harmony Hall - Vampire Weekend

This song sort of refers to hate groups, keep that in mind.

“ We took a vow in summertime Now we find ourselves in late December”

“ I thought that I was free from all that questionin'”

“ I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die “

Runaway - KAWALA

“ Run away from the words unspoken Coast to coast going through the motions of Who'll be a better man, who'll do it better”

“ And I'll help you follow the line “

“ We're miles apart, closing up the distance I'm reaching out if you need assistance Who'll be a better man, who'll do it better”

“Today is the day I'll get on Awaiting the storm to move on I lie naked in wait to reform Let's try make it right this time now” I’m-- Bitch i’m---

“ Oh, it's all so emotional Oh, I hope that you're coping Oh, I won't let you lose it all “

Mr. Brightside - The Killers (Ah well we all know this one who are we even kidding)

Honestly this is where shit starts aligning.

About the song: “the song deals with issues of infidelity, paranoia, and jealousy”

“ Coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine Gotta gotta be down because I want it all It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?” Iconic, we all know it, wild.

More About: “ The song is about the THOUGHT that one’s significant other is cheating”

And anyway, more paranoia and jealousy and fear of getting cheated on.

For now - DMA’S

“ All I need to know, she's dead to me” Well that is... harsh.

“ Quite like what I need to be, I'll send your bones to the sea “ You know the drill.

“ No, I won't be anymore, no, we won't be anymore “

“ Lately, we've lost control of everything you're biddin' for You keep me down, you set the score I've been impossible, only words are drowning out Take your head out of the clouds” There’s like 80 different meanings here.

Belter - Gerry Cinnamon

About the title: “ “belter” which is Scottish slang for an exceptional or outstanding example of something”

“ Diamonds oan' her finger and she always looks her best “ Diamonds again. Also allusion to rings ehem.

“ No happy endings, unless fairy-tales come true But she looks like a princess and there’s not much else to do I think I love her “ :(

“Is happiness an option, or has love just turned me blind?” Double :(

Dry your eyes - The Streets

The whole thing is about a breakup.

“In one single moment your whole life can turn around“

“ Please let me show you how we could only just be for us I can change and I can grow, or we could adjust The wicked thing about us is we always have trust”

“We can even have an open relationship if you must”

“Dry your eyes, mate I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up There's plenty more fish in the sea Dry your eyes, mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts But you've got to walk away now, it's over” It’s like he’s talking to his buddy who just went through a painful breakup telling him to n o t l e t i t b r e a k h i s h e a r t.

“ 'Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me There's things I can't imagine doing, things I can't imagine seeing “

“ 'Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow And you're gonna let our things simply crash and fall down? “ I didn’t include it before, but a few other songs also mention vows.

“ I know in the past I've found it hard to say Telling you things but not telling straight But the more I pull on your hand and say The more you pull away”

Confidence - Ocean Alley

(Random fact: I just noticed that this song is from an album called Chiarobscuro, and i didn’t include it but one of the previous songs also used that word)

“ Well, I should've said this, and I should've said that All that I know now”

Modern Love - Courteeners (quite the title)

“We got style and we got grace, we run wild and never dance alone In this town, she’s fucking famous But this town will never be her home�� LA anyone?

“ But I don’t need this modern love This modern love Oh, it always lets me down”

“The popularity trap strikes again You don’t need these fools cause you’re incroyable“ Yeah not to be that larrie but the TPWK website has been telling people that they’re “incroyable” (incredible)

“ We found solace at The Star and Garter “ Oh, what is The Star and Garter? Oh you know, just “... a cult club located in their home town of, Manchester.” Anyways moving on

I am slowly losing my shit here:

“ A bare mattress, a lockless door Two Withington hearts on a pique assiette floor Give me back those awkward exchanges The fumbles In bathtubs When we were just strangers We talk about your graduation And the realisation that we might not be together forever and ever “ Withington is an area of south Manchester.

“ Wide-eyed and up all night This could be good” ANYWAYS...

Laurel Wreath - Bear’s Den

About the title: “refers to the Ancient Greek tradition of awarding Olympic victors laurel wreaths. The laurel wreath is also used in academia and as an architectural accent, for good luck.In this song the wreath is withering, and Andrew Davie uses this idea of athletic defeat as a symbol for his failures and relationship issues.”

“ Or the collapsing of a history “

“ But you found me in the morning, December in my eyes” December was mentioned in other songs, too.

“ Got your call, I needed it more than I could let on to you” WELL

Riot Van - Arctic Monkeys

About the song: “[The people in the song] As long as they had some good laughs, they don’t care if they are rich or have a job or are poor or anything. They just want to exist. “

“ Got a chase last night From men with truncheons dressed in hats We didn't do that much wrong Still ran away though, for the laugh Just for the laugh“

“ Well, they won't catch me and you”

“ Is there a certain age you're supposed to be? 'Cause nobody told me"

“ They get their address and their names took But they couldn't care less” Genius says: “ This is the police’s main deterrent for underage offenders, but the parents of these boys have obviously had so many calls from them that the boys don’t care anymore.”

Ahhh but the fun comes with painful consequences:

“Thrown in the riot van And all the coppers kicked him in And there was no way he could win Just had to take it on the chin” Also from Genius: “ Throughout society, whatever he does is never good or acceptable enough. He always gets pushed further down and down, to the point where he’s given up. He’s never going to win, there are too many people with much more power going against him. He just has to ‘take it on the chin’, ie. he has to accept that this is his life, there’s not point fighting against it because nothing will ever change.”

Please, please, please let me get what I want - The Smiths (it doesn’t get more literal that this tbh)

About the song: “ This song is about the desperation to fulfill personal desires... He has lived a life full of disappointment and maybe despair... For once he is having a good time, which is a wonderful surprise...” Also, sidenote, in live shows the title lyric apparently gets changed to “let me get who i want”.

The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala (buddy let me tell you, the amount of gay fics i’ve seen from different fandoms using part of this song as a title...)

About the song: “...describes the pain of a man feeling left out in a love triangle”

“ She was holding hands with Trevor Not the greatest feeling ever” Y’all remember the Trevor concert incident with Harry? also the singer’s name is Kevin... who’s feuding with Trevor in the song... maybe that doesn’t mean shit.

“ Then I heard they slept together Oh, the less I know the better The less I know the better” Oh perhaps you broke up with your love and now he’s with someone else and it hurts?

“ Oh my love, can't you see that you're on my mind”

“ She said, "It's not now or never Wait ten years, we'll be together" I said, "Better late than never Just don't make me wait forever" Don't make me wait forever Don't make me wait forever” Oh shit bruuuuuh oh SHIT.

“I was doing fine without ya Till I saw your face, now I can't erase Giving in to all his bullshit Is this what you want? Is this who you are?” BULLSHIT? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?

“Oh, sweet darling, where he wants you Said, "Come on Superman, say your stupid line" “

Tomorrow never knows - The Beatles (AHHH WE LOVE A BEATLES REFERENCE)

Song is from the Revolver album (gunshot anyone?)

“Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream It is not dying, it is not dying “

“Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void It is shining, it is shining”

Eat, Sleep, Wake (Nothing But You) - Bombay Bicycle Club

“ Eat, sleep, wake Nothing but you” Habit? I don’t know if I could ever go without?

“ I can see where you are, dream where you are Will the song never end? Us on the bed half a meter apart”

“ I may not say it outwardly So all I have are memories Those looks at the start, the words in the dark But never a flame, we just wanted the spark”

ANYWAYS CONCLUSION TIME, or TL;DR: There is A LOT to unpack here. All of these songs vaguely follow the same theme. There’s a lot of breaking up going on, as well as moving on and third parties being involved. There’s stuff about being controlled, not being enough, wanting to be yourself, There’s references to Louis’ songs, to Harry’s songs, to 1D tracks, to Larry, to Elounor, you name it. This playlist is definitely giving us a taste of what Walls will deal with and boy is it A LOT.

#louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #larry #harry styles #mine

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soltansea · 4 years ago

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lil’ red

“Ada… It’s been far too long.”

It was the voice she hated more than any other. She turned her head, elegant red dress fluttering in the night air, to look at him. “Simmons.” Her distaste was audible under her signature playful veneer, not that he ever cared; her knuckles were white against the balcony railing. “Looks like you got my message.”

He smirked and walked towards her, then rested one hand on the railing and the other at the small of her back, looking out over the city. “Hong Kong. An excellent choice.”

“I know about Project Ada,” she said without taking her eyes off the skyline. His hand tensed. “Aren’t you glad you came alone? Wouldn’t want anyone listening in on this.” He let go of her, then, to mutter a code word into his watch, and she huffed. “Oh, how you love to point snipers at me. Just us, now?”

“Alone at last… Who told you?” His voice was steady over the wind, but she knew she was running the show now.

“You know I have my ways of getting information. No matter how many copies you try to make, I’ll always be the best at it.”

He hummed. “You and your games, Ms. Wong. We’re so alike, don’t you think?”

She gave a noncommittal sound. “Too bad you disgust me.”

“Oh, come on.” His hand was back, at her waist now. His mouth was a few inches from her ear as he spoke. She breathed slowly in and out through her nose. “Don’t tell me you’re getting soft. What am I supposed to do when you tell me you’re leaving? At least I know I can’t live without you… you don’t seem to have figured it out yet.”

She rolled her eyes. One more minute, to get his security detail clear and scramble the GPS signal from that watch. “If that’s ignorance, I’m happy to be a fool.”

“Always playing so hard to get, my dear Ada.” She could feel him grin. “But now that you’re back, I have no need for the project. Isn’t that just like fate?”

“Who says I’m back?”

He chuckled. “You can’t bring yourself to accept the fact that we’re made for each other, can you? And yet… this lovely hotel room you’ve rented for us seems to contradict that. Had I one guess, I’d say as hard as you try, you just can’t resist me. You’ve missed this.”

“You’re delusional, Simmons.” Her stance was perfectly still, her voice measured.

“Am I? I don’t think so. I think everything about this is just… perfect. Pieces falling into place. You don’t like my little pet project, I’ll call it off the moment you agree to come back to Washington with me. Otherwise… I’ll have no choice, will I? You’re mine, and I need to have you. And your problems… some gambit you played with Wesker, if memory serves.” Her expression twitched into a frown. How did he know that? “He’s a dangerous man, Ada, but the Family will protect you from him. I’ll protect you. All you have to do is come back to me. Perfect.”

“Tempting,” she replied, unamused. The nickel-sized chip on her thigh holster chirped; if she looked down at the hand on her waist she would see that the screen of his watch had gone dark. “But I think I’ll kill you instead.”

In a flash, she had flipped him over her shoulder and pressed a knife to his neck, one knee down on the cold concrete of the balcony. He cursed. “Ada… You’re being irrational. You’re better than this... Acting out isn’t like you.” So convinced of his power, even with beads of blood forming on the serrated edge of her blade. “You know you’ll be making this up to me for a while.”

“You’ll find you don’t know nearly as much about me as you think you do, Simmons,” she said calmly. “This is the end of the line.”

“I know everything about you,” he growled. “I made you what you are. If you’re the best, it’s because of me. I own you.”

A smile played across her lips. “No, Derek, it’s in spite of you.” She pressed the knife deeper into his skin, a narrow stream of blood running down the blade and onto her hand. “I think you can give me more fear than that, though. I want you shaking before I end you. I want you as scared as all those women.”

“Ada— Don’t be stupid. Wesker will find you. He’ll kill you. You can’t do anything to stop him, but I can, I’m the only one who can keep you safe. Listen to me.” He was losing his bravado now, all but begging. “You’ll be nothing without me, bitch. You need me.”

“I’ll take my chances.” She was holding his upper back off the floor against her thigh in a firm headlock. Swiftly, she positioned his desperately fumbling hand on the floor beside his shoulder, where she could press a stiletto heel down into the center of his palm. He cried out, bones cracking, and she lifted him and leaned into it, pushing with impressive strength, until she felt the flesh give out under her heel and he screamed in pain. She grinned, grinding her heel against the floor. “Now, is there any chance you’ve injected yourself with a sample already? I’d love to kill you a few times over.”

“You little cunt!” he wailed. “I’ll kill you, you’re fucking dead, you whore! You’re nothing, you’re—“ His words devolved into a gurgling cry as she drew that serrated edge heavy across his neck, leaving a slit down to the bone, and his body went limp in her arms.

She paused as if waiting for him to continue. “You haven’t? Well, that felt pretty good anyway.” She pulled her bloody heel out of his palm, and wrapped his intact hand around the handle of the knife. “Thanks for the knife, by the way. I thought you’d recognize it, I’ve always liked how it has your family crest on the handle. And all that foreplay left some nice hesitation marks, I doubt anyone will have reason to suspect any funny business. Things haven’t been going so well for you, have they? It’s a stressful job. There’s just that hand, but I don’t think they’ll give a little puncture wound much attention after such a long fall.” She got to her feet, hauling him up as his neck continued to dribble blood. “Will you listen to me? Crazy Ada, talking to dead perverts. I’d like to take a selfie for Leon, but there’s enough evidence I was here all over my dress. Okay, here we are.” She leaned him back against the railing, holding the knife in his hand. “You leaned back just like this, and…” She mimed him pulling the knife across his own neck. “Off you go. I can’t say anyone will miss you, Simmons.”

With that, she released her grip on his shirt and hand simultaneously, and stepped back as he fell. The crunch that came a few thrilling moments later left a satisfied smile on her face, and she picked up her hook gun.

#exp #um...#death #violence #blood #gendered slurs #suicide m #and so re6 was cancelled

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ask-competent-villain-ex · 6 years ago

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Sometimes Villains Cry too

PART A/Chapter 1

[Word Count: 1867]

Description: Evil Xisuma now have to sleep with one eye open, he dared to put this much trust into someone.

It was a stormy day.

For once, Evil Xisuma wasn’t really thinking of bothering anyone today. Maybe only a few kills here and there just to pretend he actually gave a shit. Who knows.

He reached the location of one of Zed’s pyramid base. Ex normally would have not come on a hermit’s request, but it was his closest and perhaps the only friend, even by just the little amount that he trusts him. The villain entered the triangular building and peeked down the large cacti and sugar cane from that his friend is starting to build.

“Rex? Is that you?” A familiar voice called out to him, it came from the bottom of the pyramid.

He rarely spoke, there was never any reason to when words did flow out, his voice was raspy for the lack of usage of his vocal cords, and this time was no different. “Yea, it’s me,” Ex replied, patting off some of the sand that ended up on his suit. Zed had started to call him Rex for some bizarre reason, not that he minded it. It felt nice to not be called evil for once.

He took the bubble elevator down to the bottom of the pyramid, it’s yellow sandstone glistening and cracked under the hot sun. If he was anyone else he would probably be sweating like a dog.

When he had approached the bottom, there was a door, he had thought nothing of it; Zed was the one person he trusted, and he should believe that he wouldn’t play any tricks on him! Right?

Ex opened the iron door with the press of a button on the side, and the door clicked open, hitting the ice that was on the side harshly. The white-haired individual walked into the room, it was simply decorated, with two wooden chairs. And a white bed, probably Zed’s personal workspace.

“Eh, sorry, I’m still in the process of moving everything, moving can be quite messy y’know?” Zedaph spoke, closing one shulker box to only open another, while Ex made himself comfortable and sat onto one of the wooden chairs.

“So, what did you call me here for? You don’t normally talk to me unless we just so happen to see each other.” He heard himself say, before his friend turned around, with an uncertain look on his face, almost a look of regret. He raised an eyebrow in response.

“Well…” Zed started, and his hand moved behind the chest, and the sound of a button activated something.

This was definitely not going to end well.

The floor underneath them both disappeared, dropping him into an obsidian walled jail cell with only two iron bars as openings, while Zed dropped safely into a small water hole. Ex recovered from the sudden shock of moving so fast, he glanced around.

He could not focus on anything other than the man in the green suit, nearly identical to his. A low growl emitted from his mouth.

The evil counterpart launched himself at the iron bars, gripping onto it so hard that his knuckles turned white, a loud bang, shattering noise escaped from the bars. Zed visibly jumped back into the wall in surprise and in fear and turned away as he was too scared to hold eye contact.

“Y. O. U.” Evil Xisuma barely spoke that one word out, he was fuming, his fangs bearing. While his counterpart did not respond, his eyes did not change, and his helmet covered his face. His own helmet he had left behind in his base, seeing that he probably did not need it.

“How. Dare you? How dare you take away-” Ex began.

“I told him everything, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma interpreted him. “Don’t think you can fool Zedaph long under my watch.” He spoke calmly.

Evil Xisuma’s face twisted into one of hopelessness; then despair; and then quickly back into fury. He turned his sharp glare towards Zedaph on the other side of the room, who at this point was just trying to pretend he wasn’t here by shutting his eyes tightly.

“Did you believe him? Did you really think this is the right thing to do? HUH?! HUH?!!” He yowled, banging against the iron bars. “I thought we could be friends, Zed. I really thought we could.” Ex hissed. “Turns out you are nothing, but a damned, dirty liar.” Tears were threatening to spill out.

Zedaph looked at him from the sudden mention of his name in shock but then turned away quickly again. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Enough of needlessly harassing people, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma looked through the bars, “You’ve been torturing us long enough.” As he finished that sentence, Ex was suddenly pulled towards the ground by a splash of two potions behind him. Probably potions of weakness and slowness. Huh. Not too bad,

He struggled to stand up, groaning as he collapsed on the floor like a weakened animal, clawing and scratching at the ground with his fingers. The green armored one walked into the jail cell, with Zed following behind him. And motioned something. It was hard to listen when you are forced to the ground by weakness.

He felt arms hold him up and begin to drag him out from the cell, it was quite a struggle, and he would have laughed too if it wasn’t for that fact that this situation was nothing but tragic; betrayed by his only friend, and lead by that said friend to an unknown fate, probably banishment.

The thought of banishment shook him.

He had thought of it, and X had ever only used it as a threat, but this time? It’s going to happen.

And he won’t be able to do anything to stop it.

The weakness was getting to him.

Ex drifted into sleep.

He woke up, and found himself tied to a bed in an empty room that he had somehow ended up, with only Xisuma here now, Zed disappeared to nowhere. That’s good. He did not felt like look at that face right now.

The room itself was nothing spectacular, it was white, presumably, obsidian covered in white maps.

“I guess you finally win. Xisuma. You get to play with all your little puppets.” The white-haired man spoke, full of sarcasm and apathy. “I hope you have fun with your little game.”

“You are the only one who thinks it’s a game, dear brother.” Xisuma hissed, the first trace of emotion he showed through this whole process. “You have tortured them! You held them in your cells, and then what? You killed them over and over again!”

Evil Xisuma turned his head to the other side of the white room, looking away from Xisuma this time, trying to reach for a knife that he hid within his armor. “We both know that you’ve just brainwashed them. There is nothing good about you!” Ex snickered. And even without looking at his counterpart, he could tell that Xisuma was more than just frustrated.

“Talk what you will now, you’ll not be able to talk to anyone again after this,” X said, continue to type in commands into the console.

Ex tapped the knife against the metal bed he was laying out, making sure he was looking. He gripped the knife and passed it over to his other hand.

This was going to be some serious bullshit he’ll be pulling if he actually hit his target.

And it’ll be worth it.

He flung the knife towards Xisuma, originally aiming for the arms, but it ended up only stabbing him in the side of his left leg. X yelled in pain, and he was forced to step away from the console in the wall.

Ex could feel the effect of the weakness and slowness potion wearing out, he was regaining his strength. He tore the poorly done restraints on the bed, it was clearly not made for him at his top functionality. And began to run towards the opened door.

Suddenly, someone appeared from the doorway and tackled him.

It was Zedaph.

“YOU BITCH!” Ex screamed as he pushed his former friend to the side. And clenched him by the brown shirt that he had always wore. “I’ll make sure you regret forever betraying me.” He hissed lowly and began to engage in a full on a fist fight with one of the team ZIT members. Zed was clearly not giving up either, fighting back just equally as hard, but not as strong as the evil-doer.

“Rex, I’m sorry but you have to understand! I have to do what’s best for everyone! My friends!” The blonde tried to reason, as he manages to push Ex off for a single second. But was only thrown against the wall immediately.

“DON’T. CALL. ME. THAT.” He pushed out, the whirlpool of negative emotions are blurring his trains of thoughts. “There is nothing to understand. You betrayed me.” Evil Xisuma repeated again, and headed his clenched fist straight for Zed’s head, he braced for impact…

But nothing came.

And then, a sharp, ear piercing screaming. Along with a clank of an ax.

Zed forced his eyes open, all that greeted him was a splash of red absolutely everywhere.

The red-armored man was screaming at the top of his lungs, holding where his right arm used to be in pain, blood and tears mixed together on his face. His gleaming red eye were darting all over the place, unable to focus. Xisuma quickly rushed Zedaph out from the room, snapping the frozen man out from his daze.

Everything happened so quickly.

Ex was left in the room alone, now laying on the cold, white, unforgiving floor. Blood spilling out from where his arm used to fill. His breathing has begun to slow down, taking heavy, slow breaths.

This is it.

This is the end.

He won’t respawn; that’s how it's supposed to be.

He never meant to be here. He was an error from Xisuma respawning.

Out of his blurring vision. He saw a glimpse of a purple portal.

And out came two wither skeletons, along with a wither.

They carried him into the portal.

Back home.

To where he belongs.

Where he’ll be safe.

From betrayal.

From Harm.

From everything.

And that was how it was for a while. Evil Xisuma completely stopped appearing in the hermitcraft world and stayed in his fortress in the nether for nearly 4 months. Recovering from the trauma, he was saved from the brink of death thanks to the couple of healing and recovery potions he had saved up. But nothing was going to save his mental state.

One of the withers came back one day with a robotic prosthetic and gave it to him, he recognized which wither it was; It was the first one he had to summon. He knew the wither only meant good, but seeing the robotic arm only made him even more depressed and reminded him that his arm is never coming back. That a part of him is completely gone.

He hated this.

Nothing ever goes his way.

Everything always gets ruined by that. Damned. Xisuma.

And so he cried again.

And the day after.

And after.

And after...

#evil xisuma #competent evil xisuma au #competent ex #ex #hermitcraft #might be worth it to reread these :]#added and changed some details here and there #xisuma #zedaph #a2

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k-renne · 6 years ago

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THE FAMILY BUSINESS

SUMMARY: Kylo Ren was a man to be feared, who just so happened to be your biggest rival. Families once allied now split apart, because you and Kylo could never get along. Even if there was something deeper beneath the surface of your petty fights, neither of you ever let it surface until one fateful night. Prompt fill for @cas-backwards-tie ‘s writing challenge - mob au and enemies to lovers

WARNINGS: SM*T, Kylo being an arrogant asshole

WORD COUNT: 4.1K

TAGS: @oh-adam, @adamsnackdriver

Kylo nonchalantly waved his hand, gesturing away the man that was grovelling before him at his desk.

“Please! Boss, I don’t have the money...just a few more weeks I promise.” The man begged. Kylo scoffed at the pathetic man, he knew he shouldn’t have trusted him. Once again, it was his mistake in listening to Hux. The black pitbull that sat besides Kylo growled at him, making him back off.

“Good boy,” Kylo pet his dogs head.

“Wait-wait! I can get you something you want, information on the Romano family-they’re supposed to be getting a new shipment tonight.”

That peaked Kylo’s interest, the Romano family was his greatest adversary. And he owed them a special visit, they crossed him once after backing out on a deal and they were enemies ever since. He knew just why they backed out too, and he especially wanted to get back at that person.

You were the eldest daughter of the Romano family, and you sure were a fucking thorn in Kylo’s side. Even as children, you hated each other. At one point you were meant to be married, but you were always too spoiled to ever get along with him. He still remembered all your little schemes to get him in trouble, his parents always believing your perfect angelic smile.

Maybe there was one point where he did want you, all of the sudden one summer on your yearly family vacation, you had grown up. With his hormones raging, Kylo couldn’t help but stare at you in that swimsuit, which you filled out so well it should’ve been fucking illegal. But, he wasn’t as lucky. He was a bit of a late bloomer, he looked awkward and gangly and his ears stuck out. The creepy staring probably didn’t help, but he couldn’t help it!

The memory of that day still burned in his mind, how disgusted you looked at him. How you fucking told on him to his parents, and how his mother reprimanded him. You never said it, but he just knew you thought he was a loser. Pale, overly sensitive, and weak - you’d never find him attractive.

After that summer he was determined to prove you wrong, so Kylo changed. He worked on himself, spent a lot of time in the gym. And by the time that he had hit his growth spurt, grown out his hair to cover his ears, girls started looking at him differently. No one ever knew why, but they knew Kylo Ren came from a wealthy family, and everyone wanted a piece of that.

Maybe he did become a bit of a fuckboy, he had finally gained some confidence and now he was rolling in it. But you still looked at him with disgust, and that pissed him off.

“What princess? What is it gonna take for me to be good enough for little miss perfect? Huh?” Kylo asked you, frustrated with your clear distaste for him.

“Why the fuck would I want to marry a guy who sleeps around like you do?” You scoffed. The way you saw it, Kylo was shallow. He only payed you any mind once you started to develop, staring at you so intensely it frightened you - and you did anything to keep him from looking at you like that. You dressed more conservatively, gave him dirty looks, even told his mom because the heat of his gaze was just too much.

Kylo rolled his eyes, “You’re just a fucking prude.” He narrowed his eyes, frowning at your turtleneck. Honestly, seeing you dressed that way just pissed him off. “Princess, there isn’t anyway you can hide those tits of yours. Not even with all those damn turtlenecks. In fact maybe if you showed them off more, I’d be a little nicer to ya.” Kylo smirked.

Okay, maybe that was a dick thing to say. But he couldn’t stop the words spilling from his mouth, he blamed you for making him this way. You were just so goddam frustrating, always pissing him off.

You gasped, outraged you punched him right in the nose.

“Fuck! You bitch, my nose is fucking bleeding.” Kylo cursed, shouting at you as blood streamed down his face. He brought his hand up to cover his nose, and groaned in pain. His only retribution was that you might’ve broken your hand. But no, you just dusted off your knuckles, smirking at him.

“What? Afraid a little blood will dirty your clothes?” You mocked him, pouting.

“Fuck you,” Kylo spat blood at you, face scrunched up in anger. “When I take over the family, you and I are gonna be sworn enemies.”

“As if we aren’t already.” You shook your head.

Yeah, that was the end of that engagement.

True to his word when Kylo took over, he cut ties completely with your family. Maybe his mother was pissed at him for it, and maybe it wasn’t the best business move. But it was worth it to see the look on his face, show you he meant what he said all those years ago.

He had kept his distance from your family, but with this new information he had his chance to take a hit on his biggest competitor. “Fine, I’m feeling generous. I’ll give you a week.” Kylo told the man.

Luckily the fool knew better than to complain about the short amount of time, and thanked the boss for his graciousness. “Now get the fuck outta my sight,” Kylo pointed to the door.

Once left alone, Kylo sighed. He opened the desk of his drawer to pull something out. It was a picture from a few years back, your 21st birthday, wearing that cursed turtleneck and frowning at the gift he gave you. An embarrassingly scandalous piece of lace, that made your face flush and Kylo smirk as everyone stared at the offending item. The punishment was worth seeing that look on your face, mouth in an oh shape as you picked up the necklace that came with it...princess spelled out in gold letters. How your parents had to stop you from tackling him to the ground, all so worth it.

“That’s right princess, you’re finally gonna get what’s coming.” Kylo stared at the picture in his hand, a devilish smirk forming on his face.

Truthfully, you wanted no part of the family business. It was never your dream, you always wanted to become a doctor. But part way through med school your parents pulled you out, with Kylo now at the helm they needed your set of skills. So here you were, freezing your ass off at the dock, dressed in black from head to toe with a bullet proof vest under your suit jacket.

You hated having any part of this, selling weapons. But family was family, and you were loyal to yours. You just had a bad feeling about tonight, about Kylo Ren making an unwanted appearance. Your father said nothing would happen, that he’d never attack like that, but you didn’t hold the same opinion.

And now here you were, watching over the exchange with a shotgun at your side. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until black cars came from nowhere. “Fuck he’s here, get a move on we’ve got company.” You barked out orders, whistling for back up.

The man himself stepped out of a car, surrounded by a few men with very big guns. You narrowed your eyes at him, lips pressed in a thin line. Kylo just smirked, bathing in your anger. He fucking loved to rile you up.

Your people stood ready to shoot, but you held them back. Knowing Kylo would want to talk first, offer some sort of ridiculous deal. “Well, you’re here, what do you fucking what?”

Kylo hissed, grasping his chest dramatically, “Ooh princess, is that how you greet your former fiancé.”

You let out a harsh laugh, “That’s putting it nicely, no Kylo, that’s how I greet a man holding me at fucking gunpoint.” You took a step forward, challenging him.

“Look princess, we all know this could get real bloody and no one really wants that. So I propose we make a deal.” Kylo takes a step forward to match yours, now looming over you.

“Only if it’s reasonable.” You replied.

“Nothing is reasonable in your eyes.” He shot back. “I want you, to be my personal guard dog. I know your skills princess, I want you to work for me.” He spoke lowly as he explained the deal, seductively.

You felt insulted, “You think I’d give up my family, give up everything for you!”

“No princess, I think you’d give it up to prevent blood on your hands.” Kylo took a step forward, now chest to chest with you, placing his hand over your hip.

“Fuck you!” You cursed at him. He was so distracted he didn’t feel the barrel of your gun against him. And when he did, you pulled the trigger. No way you could miss at that distance. Kylo fell back against the ground, clutching his stomach. It wasn’t the first time he’d been shot, but he wasn’t expecting it from you. Even with the vest it hurt like a bitch. He shouted orders at his men while you held a defensive position, you were prepared, you told everyone exactly what to do if Kylo came and they were ready.

In moments everything was a mess of gunfire, somehow a smoke bomb thrown out in the mix and everything that made everything a blur. You could hear Kylo shouting, no doubt furious that you shot him and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself at that.

When the smoke cleared, the gunfire stopped. And in the middle stood yours and Kylos parents, Leia Organa herself glaring at her son.

“This-” She pointed to you and Kylo, men coming out of nowhere to grab the two of you and bring you to them. “Has gone too far.” She looked pointedly at her son.

“What! I didn’t do anything!” You defended.

“Yeah fucking right,” Kylo scoffed, still trying to wrestle himself out of the men’s arms until his mother gave him a look. You chose to save your dignity and to not struggle.

“No sweetheart, my son has been an ass to you, but you didn’t need to shoot him.” Leia says to you.

“Hey-” Kylo begins to defend but gets cut off.

“And you! We specifically told you not to do something like this Kylo, the Romano’s are not our enemies. They are our dear friends. You need to put whatever you have with Y/N aside, and apologize.”

Kylo huffed and turned his head away, “And what if I refuse?” He said smoothly.

“She needs to apologize too,” Your parents added.

“What! No way,” You shook your head, while Kylo snickered.

“We had a feeling you’d say that,” Leia crossed her arms. “So, until you two make up, you’re on lockdown.”

“We’ve got a special place for the two of you, and you’re not going to be able to leave until you make up.” Your father added.

Kylo frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see,” Leia winked at him, and you swear his face turned white as a ghost. Shit, this was gonna be bad.

Soon you were shoved back in the car with Kylo, which sped off to some unknown destination before you and Kylo could do anything. Kylo tried to make a call, but found his cell service was mysteriously nonexistent. “Fuck, we’re screwed.”

He turned to see you staring out the window, back turned and ignoring him. “Princess, we should at least try and make up look maybe I-” Kylo began to apologize, but you cut him off.

“I don’t want to talk right now Kylo.” You grumbled at him.

“But-”

“Please!” And he shut up after that. It didn’t stop him from letting out a heavy sigh, which seemed to grate on your nerves.

You felt really upset, stuck in a car with Kylo was the last place you wanted to be. He’d insulted your pride too many times to count, and acted like a child around you.

It wasn’t until you were shuffled out of the car into a cable car, carrying you up into a mountain that you said, “We really are screwed.” You frowned.

“Yeah, finally you’ve said something that makes some fucking sense,” Kylo laughed. You only glared at him, and he actually apologized, “Sorry.”

But, it was hard to believe an apology coming from him. Even if it seemed genuine. A trick to humiliate you in the end no doubt. It was freezing on the mountain as you and Kylo watched the cable car descend, leaving you and him to survive in the little log cabin behind you.

You opened the door and Kylo followed, making his distaste known right away as he pointed to the bed, “What the fuck is this! Some kind of joke.”

It was a one room cabin, with a fireplace, a bathroom, and a little kitchenette, a queen bed tucked in the corner. You felt heat rush to your face as you thought of having to share a bed with Kylo, oh this was going to be rough.

Kylo looked between the bed and back at you, “That’s gonna be a tight fit.”

“And what is that supposed to mean! You’re the one who’s a fucking sasquatch.”

Kylo placed his hand on the side of your head against the wall, caging you with his broad shoulders. “So what if I am princess, don’t get your granny panties in a twist.” His hot breath hit your face as he leaned in, the tension between you thick enough to be cut by a knife.

“I do not wear granny panties!”

“Really? Prove it to me,” He purred. You were turning him on, sure you fucking shot him earlier but he still had a thing for you. He always did. That’s what pissed him off about you, managing to be likeable even when you insulted him. And seeing you pissed off, he lived for it. So what if it got him off? He was gonna marry you after all.

“Oh my god! You perv, you’re getting turned on aren’t you? You just wanna see me in my underwear. Typical to always be thinking of sex even now.” You pushed against his chest, seeing right through his words and the pink dusting on his cheeks. Of course he didn’t budge, instead pressing himself flush against you.

“And why does that bother you so much princess? I’m a man and I have fucking eyes, sorry if I’m not allowed to be attracted to you, my fucking ex fiancé.”

“You don’t want me, you don’t even know me. You just want my body.”

Kylo leaned closer to speak into your ear, “I sure fucking do, I’d be crazy not to.” He growled.

You pressed harder against the hard planes of his chest, and when that did nothing you kneed him where you shot him in the stomach. Making him stumbled backwards. Angry now, the two of you were on each other, wrestling on the ground. Using your thighs you pinned Kylo’s hips to the ground, holding his wrists to the floor with your hands.

Kylo looked up at you, his cheeks flushed and panting. “Worst thing is you don’t even realize how fucking hot you are.” He rasped, admiration in your eyes. It was rare anyone could pin him, and maybe he let you do it just a little bit. But he couldn’t deny your strength.

“Shut up.” You placed your hand over his mouth. He started to laugh, vibrating against your fingers. As you adjusted the hold of straddle against him, Kylo groaned. He really was turned on, and now you could feel it against you, of course he was huge there too.

Instead of getting off him, you gasped, your mouth in that same little oh shape as your 21st birthday. Fuck Kylo loved seeing you make that face, he thrusted his hips in approval, grinding back against you.

You quickly turned your head down, biting your lip as you tried to fight your arousal. Was it bad that fighting with him like this turned you on? Knowing that he still wanted you, even after you had done everything to make him think otherwise all these years.

He tested your reaction, grinding against you a second time, hard enough to make you let out an undignified little squeak. “Stop-” You protested weakly, not really meaning it.

Kylo got out of your hold easily and sat up, now holding you by the waist in his lap. “Listen, I was trying to say it earlier but you interrupted me. I am sorry, princess, I am.”

“No-you don’t mean that,” You whimpered, sniffling.

“I do,” Kylo said softly. “I’m sorry for calling you a bitch that one time, I deserved that punch. I’m sorry for sleeping around-I was confused and, being a huge dick. I’m sorry I didn’t show you that I cared, or ever made you feel uncomfortable with my staring.”

“No Kylo, that’s not it,” You murmured.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean-I like your staring, maybe too much. That’s why I was uncomfortable.” You confessed.

Kylo purred in appreciation, “Oh? You like the way I look at you, how...interesting.” He rubbed his hand along your back.

“Don’t tease me now!” You hid your face in his chest, embarrassed.

“You’re so cute,” He hummed. “Makes me want to eat you out.”

“Kylo!”

“Shh, princess. I still need to make it up to you.” Kylo kissed the top of your head. He lifted you up in his arms, and placed you down on the bed.

“Woah-don’t you think this is a little fast? We apologized, we can leave.”

“Hmm I don’t know about that, I still think we have some making up to do.” Kylo kissed your neck, crawling on top of you. “Besides don’t you think it would be nice, just you and me completely isolated. No one to bother us for a couple of days. Like the honeymoon I never got to give you. And technically sweetheart you haven’t apologized yet, but I won’t force it out of you.”

“You actually wanted to marry me?” You ask in disbelief.

“Why is that so hard to believe? You’re a gorgeous, intelligent, sexy woman who always keeps me on my toes. You’re my match and I lo-like you, I always have. That’s why you’re so damn frustrating.”

You furrowed your brows, “It never seemed like that.” Your heart skipping a beat at his almost confession.

“Well, give me a few days to prove you wrong. I just need...one more chance, I’ve grown up a lot since we were engaged. I’d treat you better than any man could, like a princess.” He kissed your cheek.

He was so hard to resist when he was sweet talking you like this, when you still could feel the heat of his body pressed against you. Slowly your resistance was melting away, leaving behind the undeniable truth. That you liked him too. Maybe that’s why some of the things he did hurt you so much, but you had time to get over that. And now, the man before you who was pleading for another chance, he was the one you always dreamed Kylo would be. So, you said yes.

He didn’t even give you a second to change your mind before he was kissing you. Humming in pleasure as you kissed him back, as he tasted the sweetness of your tongue. “Fuck this needs to come off,” He pawed at the straps of your bulletproof vest. He had taken his off after he got shot, but you still had yours on.

When he got that off, he groaned as he was met with the soft flesh under your clothes. “This too.” He tugged on your turtleneck. He growled when he saw your lacy bra, overeager and squeezing your breasts in his hands. “Yes, fuck. Can’t wait to worship these babies, I’ve been dying to get my hands on these tits for years.”

“Yeah I’ve noticed.” You laugh, until Kylo pulls back your bra to get his mouth over a nipple. He sucks and bites gently, finally taking off your bra so he can properly massage the other breast. He pulls back for a moment to look at you, before purring and nuzzling your tits.

You help tug off his shirt, wanting to feel more of him and frown seeing the bruise on his abdomen with a circle of broken skin. “I’m sorry about that.”

“No, princess. I deserved that too.” He shook his head, leaning in for another kiss. You obliged him, and he smiled against your lips.

His attention was next set between your legs, “Now, I really do wanna see what underwear you wear.” He pulled down your pants suddenly, eyes widening at the familiar black lace. “Oh princess you didn’t, fuck it’s like you knew I was gonna fuck you later. A matching fucking set of all things.” Kylo groaned, dropping his head in your chest in mock defeat.

Before you could tease him or defend yourself, his mouth was on your pussy. Lapping over the fabric against the heat of your cunt, pulling it aside with two fingers lazily in his greed for more of your taste. You whine and call his name, only making him amp up his efforts.

He settles your thighs on his shoulders, his hand holding one thigh as the other rubs over your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. You arch your hips and he rewards you by dragging his tongue against your walls, rubbing your clit harder. He moans as you gush wetness over his mouth, his plump lips puckering over your pussy. You continue to writhe in pleasure and he hums in approval, the vibration of it making you clench on his tongue.

To work you open properly, he switches his fingers with his tongue, starting with just his middle finger curling inside you. Still, he lavishes your clit with his tongue and lips, kissing, sucking, and licking his way to your orgasm as he fucks you with his fingers.

As you cum he praises you, savoring the sound of your wet pussy against his fingers, “Yes that’s it, good girl, let your sweet pussy cum right on my fingers. Get it nice and ready for my cock.”

He leaves his pants on when he pulls out his cock, stroking himself as you come down from your high. “You look so beautiful like that princess, I can’t wait to ruin your tight little pussy with my cum.”

He splits you open with his thick cock, his thighs spreading yours apart so he can reach even deeper. “Fuck princess you’re pussy is sucking me right in, bet you’re just aching to get fucked.”

He rocks his hips slowly at first, letting you adjust to the size of him, grunting and panting at your heat and wetness. Then he grabs the headboard of the bed, and leverages it to begin fucking you in earnest. You start to let out little moans, and he smirks. “Yeah? You like that huh? Good thing no one’s around to hear me fucking you like this.”

The cockiness is what gets you, makes you whine for him. “Yes, keep making that noise, so sweet for me,” He coos, cupping your face with one hand.

“Oh fuck, princess I’m gonna cum, fill up that tight pussy.” He warns you. Kylo pauses for a second, only to use that moment to start fucking you so hard the bed sounds like it’s going to break. Squeaking, his balls slapping against your ass, fucking you like a wild beast as he cums. He lets out a breath that he’s been holding, his hair dripping with sweat and his chest flushed red. He rubs your over sensitive clit with his fingers to make you cum a second time, before settling down next to you.

He kicks off his pants, wiping you clean with his underwear before swinging a thigh over you. Kylo softly nuzzles your neck, placing soft little kisses as you catch your breath, his hand caressing your belly. “Mmmm, so nice...you felt so nice, even better than I imagined.” He yawns.

“I’m keeping you for a few days at least my love, then maybe we can get eloped,” He murmurs, basking in the afterglow of his pleasure. “Don’t expect me to let you go anytime soon.”

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