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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 34

 Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC

Warnings: none

Words: 2300

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You can hear the obvious deep words shared between Sam and the elders. Even as the others light-heartedly joked around with Dieufel and Nadege (who had turned back into her human shape), you were too concerned with what was going on on the porch. You try your best to train your ears on anything you could catch. Evita had slowly strolled in at some point but she'd noticed your face screwed up in concentration. She closes her eyes and attempts to listen as well.

"They're worried you guys are going to attract more vampires. Or. . . something worse." You murmur so you didn't disturb the others. Even Paul and Jared were distracted by Nadege conjuring large bubbles that float all the way up to the ceiling before popping. It made the younger wolves laugh; thoroughly entertained.

Evita's round face is calm. "They're right to be worried. That's the thing about magic. It attracts other beings, good and bad. Especially their family's magic. The wards will help but until we get all of them into position there will be vulnerable gaps." Her warm hand is soothing against your shoulder when she regards your agitated expression. "Don't be discouraged.

"This all seems like way too much for me." You quietly admit. "Too much for the others as well. Sam and Dieufel are nearly the same age. We're all so young." War. Jesus, that was what everyone was facing. Your pack had been lucky in the fight with Victoria and her newborns, but against all of the vampires of the Volturi? Not even the help of the Denali coven could make much of a difference.

You catch Eryld Ren's disgruntled voice bleed from the front of the house, as did the others in the kitchen you stall their conversation. The eyes of your packmates look to one another with concern as they strain their human ears to listen in on the conversation. Dieufel and Nadege, while trying to not look like they were eavesdropping, pick at spots on their attire here and there. This was technically a pack matter and you knew if the elders were aware of the witches listening in that they would be none too happy.

"Just because you're alpha doesn't make you free to do as you please!" The older voice bellowed out. You can hear tones coming quietly from the other elders but they're zipped shut by Eryld who is on the war path. "This is something that should have been discussed with us! You've brought these strangers and their magic into our land. Do you even know what you're doing? I swear young people these days don't think!"

Sam's voice in comparison to Eryld's is in a low, calm manner where no one in the kitchen was able to hear what he was saying. He knew how to best handle the elders and their old fashioned ways. And while he may have not been an actual elder on the tribe committee, he did have quite the sway. Especially if it was in regards to the safety of Forks and La Push. He was the one who led us. He still had a say in supernatural matters, things that the elders couldn't really understand for not even they had the honor of calling themselves wolf warriors even in their prime. They'd never felt the exhilaration of shredding out of your soft and vulnerable human flesh to a body that was made of muscle and strength. They had met no other vampires besides the golden eyed Cullens who were a far cry from the vampire norm. Never had the elders had to pray for their life while evading a bite from a red eyed newborn. How could they understand the quick thinking necessary in a situation like that? To you, it was the elders that had no right in barging in on pack business. The witches included that. Sam deeming them trustworthy should have been enough.

A wordless exchange occurs between Evita and Dieufel, her bright eyes in contrast to the dark depths of his. Dieufel takes a breath and passes by the two of you to go out into the living room and address the loud voices of the elders. The rest of you peek out your heads and watch with bated breath as confident Dieufel saunters across the small living room. Sam feels his presence and turns halfway. Both of them stood near the same height and most likely were around the same age. There's a wash of relief at Dieufel's intervening figure. He's grateful to have backup that Jared nor Paul could offer against the elders. An outsider.

"Hello gentlemen." Dieufel eloquently introduces himself with a small bow that has the older men's eyes rounding in surprise. He must look the sight to them as he did dress in exotically bright colors. He adds in a softer exhale "Thank you for having me on your lands. You're apprehensive of the threat we may bring in. My cousin and I have traveled far to help you though. We mean no harm whether intentional or otherwise. If we bring anything that's not of goodness, then we promise to deal with it ourselves. We understand the threat everyone faces in the local town. In honor of our Letizia, we want to help."

"He can charm a snake out of it's den, that one." Nadege quietly snickers against Evita's shoulder.

The rest of the conversation was continued with hushed voices so that everyone in the kitchen was huddled tightly around the door. Seth, Colin and Brady shove to make room for themselves since their hearing wasn't as good as the older members. Paul shushes them when they bicker amongst one another in the process. That quiets them down although you still catch a few hisses of 'move' or 'stop leaning on me'.

With tempers calmed in the front, nothing more could be heard from the men and eventually everyone's back grows sore from stretching out of the kitchen as far as they could without being detected. You stand up and stretch as does Embry and Paul.

"Well, sounds like these have been handled." muses Paul and returns to raiding the fridge for a small snack.

Evita happily nods. "Dieufel has always been the peace keeper."

Nadege leaps back onto the kitchen counter, her long legs stretched in front of her and kick gently. "Oh yes. He's the oldest among all of our cousins and always the one in charge of watching us. With eight squabbling cousins, he learned quickly how to make us calm."

"Is it your entire family that can shape shift?" Brady asks with stars in his eyes, not just for the prospect but also because of Nadege's charm. He's leaning against the small kitchen table that's pressed up to the window.

She nods, her lovely braids moving as she did so. "Yes. Our whole family has been able to turn into birds for as long as any of our relatives could remember. As long as we keep up with our practice, we can keep our bird forms. Once we get older though we can't shape shift. Our anman manman still misses her wings." Her voice grew quiet at that like she's remembering her grandmother who could no longer take to the sky as she'd done in her youth.

Their shape shifting power was much different from the wolves. As long as you kept transforming, it stalled the aging process and one could live much longer than an ordinary human. Sam had told you that when you voiced your worries about Edward. While imprinting tied your souls together, you were still moderately human. Edward could live for centuries but many wolves chose to stop shape shifting in order to age with their human partners. To soothe your worries of you growing old and dying before Edward, he'd told you that as long as you transformed, your aging would be delayed.

"Anman manman doesn't mind too much." Came Dieufel's voice from the entrance of the kitchen with Sam. Everyone had missed the sound of the front door closing and the start of car engines coming to life. "She's traveled more of the world than we have."

Paul straightens up. "Well what was the verdict?"

The light mood that had encapsulated those present suddenly dried up.

Sam sighs and props his large body up against the doorframe as Dieufel joins his cousin on the countertop. "Definitely not happy from being kept in the dark but whether they like it or not, the witches can stay. They want them gone though as soon as the wards are up."

You frown and counter with "But what if something happens to one of the wards? And what if we don't know if they're working yet?" You'd definitely felt a lot safer with Evita there. There was something about her magic that soothed your anxiety and any other negative feelings that ate away at you.

Sensing your distress, Evita puts a hand on your shoulder to comfort your so that Sam can reply. "I'll talk to Billy. He can put more sense into those guys than even I can. For now, we all need to get to work and help them however we can."

"Well, lets not waste precious daylight." Nadege hops off with ease. "Lets get started!"

Yes, no more talking. There was much work to be done for the three witches as they began to pilfer the cabinets for useable tools or ingredients. Evita said many household spices and such could be used and whatever she had left from her recent trip to Port Angeles. More river stones would need to be collected but Brady and Colin were more than happy to escort Nadege out to the forest along with the watchful eyes of Paul who knew that they'd probably be more underfoot than of help due to their puppy love with her. The rest of us were left to Sam's house as we rearranged the furniture in the living room once more like it was a couple of days ago. Those who hadn't been present during Sam's spat with the elders were most likely on patrol. It was just you, Sam, Evita, Embry and Dieufel who prepped the living room.

The knock at the door came as a surprise to everyone since you were so engaged with the task at hand. Sam, being the host, stands tall from where he'd been helping Dieufel move the couch flush against the neighboring wall. His long strides got him to the door in seconds. He opened it to find a nervous Bella Swan already chewing at her bottom lip. At the sight of Sam, she lets go of her lip and attempts to stand straighter in his presence.

"Hey Sam." her voice is quiet but you can tell she's trying her best to be brave in front of your intimidating alpha who towered over her with ease.

"Ah, the witch in training." Sam teases causing Bella's brows to arch in confusion to his words.

Quickly you and Evita shove Sam unceremoniously out of the way. "Bella! It's good to see you." You hastily greet her since Sam didn't. Excitedly you push Evita forward. "Evita, Bella. Bella, Evita."

You'd never seen the expression of pure awe on Bella's face before. Not like that. Her usually pale face had a glow to it when she looked upon Evita. Even knowing that Evita was Jacob's imprintee did not dampen the introduction. "I-It's nice to meet you." She holds out her hand for a shake which Evita eagerly grabs.

"Igualmente.. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say hello the first time you saw me."

Bella shakes her head. "No it's alright. You literally had your hands full." Her blush is dark and noticeable on her cheeks as she's trying her best not to stutter in front of her. "What you were doing. . . I can't stop thinking about it."

With her hand still holding Bella's, Evita brings her inside and sits her down on the newly moved couch. Bella's eyes catch Dieufel who watches with interest along with Sam. Evita follows her eyeline and says something to Dieufel in her native tongue. In response, Dieufel rolls his eyes and nudges Sam with his arm. "She wants us to leave. Says we're making the girl uncomfortable."

Bella's ears go red. "No, I-"

Sam just chuckles and shakes his head. "It's okay." He addresses the other male in the room. "Lets go see how the others are doing. I can show you through the forest if it will help you."

They go out through the kitchen's back door leaving the three of you alone. It was better like this. Too many people might have Bella even more nervous.

Evita doesn't waste time as we have little to spare. She goes to tell Bella what she had told yourself and Sam about her potential to wield magic. She explains what she had sensed during her crafting of the first ward, how she'd felt Bella the moment she entered the room. Even Bella breathlessly told Evita of what she had felt watching the witch in that moment. It had been an eye opening experience for Bella. One she couldn't push from her mind. She wanted to feel that way again. You'd give Bella credit to how easily she accepted this news.

"Now it won't be easy." Evita confesses, gauging Bella's face. "Since you did not grow up learning and using it. But if you work hard enough, you'll be able to at least meet a beginner's tier. Enough to learn how to make a ward."

Bella turns to you, confidence shining on her face. Confidence suited her. "I can do it."

You and Evita smile. And so Bella's training began.

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Designing Conference Rooms for Optimal Productivity.

Creating a productive conference room is crucial for any business. In Victoria, companies seek spaces that enhance collaboration and efficiency. A well-designed conference room can make meetings more effective and enjoyable. Whether you are looking at a conference center in Victoria or setting up a conference room in Victoria, here are some key elements to consider.

Location and Accessibility

The location of the conference room is vital. It should be easily accessible to all attendees. A central location in Victoria ensures that participants can arrive without hassle. A conference center in Victoria often offers these conveniences, making it a practical choice for larger meetings and events.

Comfortable Seating

Comfortable seating is essential for keeping attendees focused and engaged. Choose chairs that provide adequate support and can be adjusted to suit individual preferences. Ergonomic chairs are an excellent investment, as they help reduce fatigue during long meetings. In a well-designed conference room in Victoria, the seating arrangement should facilitate easy interaction among participants.

Proper Lighting

Lighting plays a significant role in creating an optimal meeting environment. If your conference room in Victoria lacks natural light, use LED lighting that mimics daylight. Dimmable lights allow you to adjust the brightness according to the task at hand.

Advanced Technology

High-quality audio and visual equipment are a must. Ensure that the conference center in Victoria has reliable Wi-Fi and sufficient power outlets for charging devices. Interactive whiteboards and video conferencing tools can enhance collaboration, especially for remote participants.

Effective Acoustics

Good acoustics are crucial for clear communication. Poor acoustics can lead to misunderstandings and frustration. Use sound-absorbing materials like carpets, curtains, and acoustic panels to minimize background noise and echo. In a busy conference center in Victoria, soundproofing can make a significant difference in maintaining focus and productivity.

Flexible Layout

The layout of the conference room should be flexible to accommodate different meeting styles. Movable furniture allows you to reconfigure the space as needed. A U-shaped layout is ideal for discussions and presentations, while a circular arrangement promotes open dialogue. Ensure there is enough space for participants to move around comfortably.

Adequate Ventilation and Temperature Control

A comfortable temperature and good air quality are essential for maintaining focus. Ensure that the conference room in Victoria has adequate ventilation. An efficient HVAC system will keep the room at a comfortable temperature and provide fresh air. Consider adding air purifiers to enhance air quality, especially in enclosed spaces.

Inspiring Decor

The decor of the conference room should be professional yet inspiring. Choose a color scheme that promotes concentration and creativity. Blue and green tones are calming, while yellow and orange can stimulate energy and enthusiasm. Artwork and plants can add a touch of elegance and make the space more inviting. In a conference center in Victoria, opt for decor that reflects the local culture and environment.

Ample Storage

Clutter can be distracting and hinder productivity. Ensure there is ample storage for materials and equipment. Built-in cabinets and shelves can keep the space organized and tidy. A clutter-free environment promotes a clear mind and efficient workflow.

Refreshment Area

A designated refreshment area can enhance productivity by providing a space for breaks. Access to coffee, tea, and snacks keeps energy levels up during long meetings. In a conference center in Victoria, a refreshment area can also serve as a networking space where participants can interact informally.

Accessibility for All

Ensure that the conference room is accessible to all participants, including those with disabilities. In a conference center in Victoria, check that the facility complies with accessibility standards and offers necessary accommodations.

Green Practices

Sustainability is becoming increasingly important in conference room design. Choose eco-friendly materials and energy-efficient lighting. Encourage recycling and reduce waste by using digital documents instead of printed materials. A conference center in Victoria that prioritizes green practices can attract environmentally conscious clients and participants.

Conclusion

Designing a conference room for optimal productivity involves considering various factors, from location and seating to technology and decor. In Victoria, both conference centers and individual conference rooms can benefit from these design principles. By creating a comfortable, well-equipped, and inspiring environment, you can ensure that your meetings are productive and enjoyable. Whether you are hosting a small team meeting or a large conference, the right design can make all the difference.

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Would You Relocate to Enjoy 20-minute City Life?

There are many reasons people may consider large-scale changes in their lives, with moving home being a big consideration for many. A survey from TwentyCi found that at the beginning of 2023, more than 308,000 households in the UK wanted to move home. One of the reasons is how accessible it is to meet their needs, whether that’s getting to work or the shops without having to travel long distances, especially with the average commute to work taking between 15 minutes and half an hour. Enter 15- and 20-minute city concepts. This is the idea of cities and urban landscapes being reimagined or designed so everyone’s daily needs can be met within walking or cycling distance. Reducing the reliance on cars and motor vehicles can help promote healthier lives both for individuals and the environment, as well as open accessibility to disabled communities. In the UK, we may associate this with smaller towns and villages around the country. Still, there are plenty of major cities where commitments to moveability around the city are prioritised. Here are a few of the biggest: Edinburgh, Scotland The capital of the historic country of Scotland, Edinburgh, is going above and beyond to integrate a walkable 20-minute city concept. With the compact layout of the streets combined with the standout architecture and unique history, a walk through the city seems ideal to be utilised for practical and everyday use. And the local authorities are acting on what’s available with its City Centre Transformation Plan. The main goal of the plan is to enhance day-to-day life for the community and meet environmental plans for a reduction of carbon emissions. Prioritising pedestrian zones with high-quality and well-kept car-free streets, as well as overhauling on-street parking for blue badge holders and improving the public transport network, encourages embracing the city for its charm while understanding modern needs. Melbourne, Victoria, Australia There’s a lot to love about Australia as a country to migrate to, from the stunning beaches to the beautifully warm weather. It’s as popular a choice to move to as ever, with estimates of migration statistics eclipsing original forecast figures by as much as 25%. And if you are looking to emigrate ‘down under’, Melbourne is a city that sets itself apart. There are various plans in place to progress towards a 20-minute city and offer inclusivity and liveability for everyone, with the standout being the cycling network. The city currently offers more than 135 kilometres of on and off-road cycling routes, with commitments to deliver 40 kilometres more in the coming years. So, whether you’re pedalling for yourself, with someone else on a tandem, or zooming along on an electric bike, Melbourne is the perfect city to travel by bike for your everyday needs or just to stay fit. Ben Mercer, mountain bike enthusiast and director at bike business: Leisure Lakes Bikes stated the importance of opening cities to being cycled: “Melbourne is a prime example of what’s possible when city networks are optimised for pedestrians and cyclists. It contributes to healthier lifestyles being led and allows those of all abilities to be able to traverse the centre of the city. The commitment of the government to keep improving the cycling network will make it a prime location for those who love cycling to move to.” Paris, France Whether you consider it the City of Love or the City of Light, one thing Paris has got nailed is its planning and design. The city's layout places pedestrians firmly at the centre, with walkable boulevards and a public transport network outlined in William Russel’s Global Transport Index 2023 as the best in the world. Paris has an abundance of green spaces, like the Luxembourg Gardens and Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, providing a natural environment to promote physical activity and well-being. The city has actively been monitoring and looking to improve both traffic congestion and air pollution over the past decade, which 15-minute cities work to reduce significantly, meaning we’re likely to see more programmes implemented to both promote pedestrianisation and tackle these issues. Whether you’re looking to stay in Europe or emigrate further afield, there are plenty of options for those enticed by a 20-minute city concept for their day-to-day lives. More locations are also likely to invest in more traversable concepts due to the emerging targets from governments to reduce the use of road vehicles for emission purposes, especially here in the UK with the government’s plan to halt the sale of new petrol and diesel vehicles in the coming years. 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Victorian government energy upgrades

As of my knowledge cutoff in September 2021, I can provide you with information on energy upgrades implemented by the Victorian government up until that time. However, please note that there may have been additional developments or changes since then. It's always a good idea to check the official government sources or consult up-to-date information for the most accurate and current details. Here are some energy upgrade initiatives that were in place at the time:

Victorian Energy Upgrades (VEU) Program: The VEU program, also known as the Victorian Energy Efficiency Target (VEET) scheme, encourages households and businesses to reduce their energy consumption and carbon emissions. It provides incentives and discounts on energy-efficient products and appliances, such as LED lighting, energy-efficient heating and cooling systems, insulation, and solar hot water systems.

Solar Homes Program: The Solar Homes Program aims to increase the uptake of residential solar panel installations across Victoria. Under this program, eligible homeowners can access rebates and interest-free loans to install solar PV systems. The program also provides additional rebates for solar batteries and solar hot water systems in specific areas.

Residential Efficiency Scorecard: The Residential Efficiency Scorecard program offers a voluntary home energy assessment to Victorian homeowners. Trained assessors conduct an energy assessment of the home and provide a scorecard detailing the energy efficiency performance of the property. Recommendations for energy upgrades are also provided to help homeowners improve their energy efficiency.

Energy Upgrades in Public Buildings: The Victorian government energy upgrades has been implementing energy efficiency upgrades in public buildings to reduce energy consumption and greenhouse gas emissions. This includes upgrading lighting systems, improving heating and cooling systems, installing solar panels, and implementing energy management systems in schools, hospitals, government offices, and other public buildings.

These are just a few examples of the energy upgrade initiatives implemented by the Victorian government. It's important to refer to the latest information from official government sources or websites to stay updated on any new programs or changes that may have occurred since my knowledge cutoff.

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Free LED Upgrade NSW

If you’re looking for a way to save money on your power bill, then why not consider switching to energy-efficient LED lights? Not only will you save hundreds on your electricity bills, but your lighting will also last much longer and be superior in quality.

The NSW Government offers financial incentives to homeowners and businesses for installing energy-efficient equipment. This program is known as the Energy Savings Scheme (ESS). To know more about Free LED Upgrade, visit the Energy Power Saver website or call 69650912468.

If you’re looking for a smarter way to cut down on energy consumption in your home or business, the Energy Savings Scheme could be the answer. It offers financial incentives for households and businesses to upgrade their lighting equipment and improve the overall efficiency of their electricity consumption.

A government-approved supplier called an Accredited Certificate Provider (ACP) will help you calculate the potential energy savings from an upgrade and apply for an incentive. This is converted into Energy Saving Certificates, or ESCs (pronounced ‘esky’), that are sold to electricity retailers for the value of the savings.

A free LED upgrade NSW is a great way to reduce your energy bills while improving the quality of your lighting. Using LED technology, the new lights will last 25 times longer than incandescent bulbs and burn 75% less electricity.

Using energy efficient LED lighting upgrades to replace traditional incandescent and halogen lights is one of the most effective ways to save on household energy bills. They also help reduce carbon emissions and improve your home’s ambiance.

The VEU (formerly the VEET scheme) program in Victoria incentivises households to switch from old, energy-hungry incandescent or CFL lights to high-quality, efficient LED lighting through accredited providers. They create and trade energy savings certificates (VEECs) that pay for the cost of the lighting upgrade.

Businesses have found that LED lighting upgrades help them reduce energy costs, improve productivity and enhance product displays. They also offer low maintenance and increased safety.

Many electric utilities have incentive programs that can significantly lower the upfront costs of a lighting project. These are typically based on prescriptive rebate amounts, but some may be customized to meet specific needs. To learn more about available incentives in your area, contact your utility provider.

The NSW government provides a scheme for household and business lighting upgrades, called HEER (home energy efficiency retrofit). It is available to all residents and businesses.

Under this scheme the government offers financial incentives for homes to replace old halogen downlights with LED downlights. This is a great way to decrease your energy usage and save money on your electricity bills.

LED lights are more environmentally friendly than traditional light sources and require little maintenance. They are also very long-lasting.

For NSW small business owners, the government has a co-contribution scheme that allows them to upgrade their lighting for a once off fee of $33 per light.

This scheme has been incredibly successful, helping Australian businesses save up to $1,000s on their lighting costs each year. Moreover, it reduces their carbon footprint and helps them attract socially responsible customers.

Replacing old lights with new energy efficient ones can be a cost effective way to reduce your power bill and improve the environment. It also means a much longer lifespan for your lighting system.

If you are considering an upgrade, it is a good idea to seek advice from a professional with experience in the field. They will provide you with a free savings assessment and guide you through the process.

You should choose a lighting upgrade that is suitable for your business. This can be anything from changing a single bulb to a full fixture replacement. To know more about Free LED Upgrade, visit the Energy Power Saver website or call 69650912468.

An LED upgrade can save you a significant amount of money on your electricity bills. It pays for itself within 6 to 36 months, and you can even receive a rebate from your utility company.

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Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

GTJuly: Different Era

I wanted to try writing a random story in an era I haven’t written in before. It’s like early 1700’s late 1600’s. IDK really, it sort of became a short story about a tiny and his human friend who is in an arranged marriage.

The manor was busy today for the young lady Victoria would be getting married in two days. Everything must be cleaned and prepared for the arrival of her future husband. She was marrying a dashing man upstate who was very rich and had recently moved to the country. At least that’s what the maids gossiping about.

Gene heard these whispers from inside the manor walls. He grew up inside the manor’s walls, much like Victoria had within the manor itself. Gene was always told to stay hidden and only take what he needed from the humans, but Gene was a bit ambitious to say the least. He liked adventure and exploring things, so when he learned how to read from watching the old man of the house read to his children; it wasn’t a surprise to see him sneaking off to read adventure books in the manors library. He found himself often late at night reading the books in the library by candle light, since the humans would be asleep. That’s where he first met Victoria. They weren’t supposed to meet, he wasn’t meant to be seen, she wasn’t meant to be awake, and neither were supposed to be reading. Gene thought back to that day and smiled as he walked through the walls. Ever since that day; they had become friends, and he had developed feeling for the human. Oh his family would be upset, but how would her family react? He didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t even want to think about this wedding! He had already tried his best to accept it, but it still hurt to know he could never be with her as an equal and to never show her how much he truly loved her.

He sighed and continued to think about their first meeting. She was shocked but didn’t scream and he was scared but didn’t run. They both locked eyes and she asked what he was and what he was doing. He simply answered her, it’s what a gentleman would do right? She had giggled at that and asked if she could join in on the reading, and Gene let her. Every night once everyone was asleep from the large to small, they would sneak into the library and read books together. Occasionally acting out scenes or talking about what they had just read. Those were fond memories.

Eventually Gene stopped and turned to sneak through a small hole in the wall. The small hole led him behind a dresser with a large mirror atop it. He could hear Victoria humming, but her humming sounded off. It wavered and occasionally it cracked. Gene quickly climbed up and hid behind the mirror. Time to be a gentleman he thought.

He knocked on the mirror three times, “Excuse me Madam, but may I come out to see you?” He asked, pausing for only a moment before he heard a small somewhat broken laugh.

“Of c-course, sir” and with that he stepped around the mirror and looked up at Victoria. She was truly a beauty in his eyes. She had such sweetness in her eyes that it’d make you giddy, and her hair reflected the way her smile made you feel like you were safe beside her. Although her joyful eyes had sadness falling from them, and her smile seemed to hurt her.

“Oh my, I’m sorry I did not realize...are you alright Victoria?” Asked Gene. He was truly concerned for her, he may not be happy about the whole marriage but shouldn’t she?

Victoria dabbed her eyes with a cloth before speaking, “I am to marry Jacob Tellings from upstate...I am...not alright.” She broke down and laid her head in her arms on the dresser, stifled sobs came out alongside sniffs. “I’ve never even met him and now I am to marry him? I will no longer be able to read or be free to roam the fields! Worst of all I won’t be able to see you again Gene.” She lifted her head revealing more tears falling from her eyes which looked straight into Gene’s for some kind of comfort. Gene immediately walked over to her, leaned over her arm to reach her face, and wiped a tear away.

“Shhh, it’ll be alright. I can always come with you if you wish.” Gene smiled, “I could hide in your coat or in your items!” Victoria giggled but her eyes drooped back down.

“I would love for you to come with me but...there’s more to it then not being able to see you...” she glanced away as Gene settled alongside her, gently holding her cheek in his hands.

“What is it?” Gene asked.

“I...I love you Gene. I want to be with you always. I know our sizes are different, but I don’t care. I love you! I love the way you would act out the hero scenes from those books with that smile. The way you describe and make up your own stories, your eyes sparkling and your voice getting louder the more excited you got. The way when you look up at the blue sky with wonder, as if it’s your first time seeing it. Not only that but, you treat me like a friend despite being a man, and you’re so kind and funny. You are the only one I feel equal to...but not because you’re smaller than me...but rather because you listen to me. It’s hard to fully explain my feelings...but you’ve also been there for me when n-no one els-e was.” Victoria’s voice started to crack and tears fell faster. Gene just leaned against her and with a gentle pat encouraging her to continue whenever she was ready.

After a few shaky breaths she was able to start talking again, “You are my hearts desire. You make me feel loved and ...I want to be with you...but how can I be with you if I am to be married?” She paused before lifting her head slightly, causing Gene to stumble back and fall underneath her chin. She looked down and quietly whispered, “Do you love me?”

Gene’s heart was beating so fast, it thundered in his ears, “Of course! You are amazing! You’re so kind, and loving! I love your smile, and how when you read your tongue pokes out slightly” Victoria blushed and turned away, but Gene wasn’t done just yet. “The way your eyes sparkle when you see the first blossoms bloom, or the first snow falls. The way you help others who most would have ignored, despite your father’s wishes. That stubborn amazing spirit is just amazing to me, that I wish I could be allowed to have even a pinch of its love.”

Without warning Gene was scooped up and held against Victoria’s heart. He could feel her heart pounding against him and her warm shaky breathe gently brush against him.

“I would give you all of it, no I will give you all of it. All the love in my soul is yours! I just don’t know how to avoid this wedding...” she said still holding him tightly to her.

“We could run away.” Gene said. Victoria pulled back a bit, holding Gene in her palm and looked down at him.

“How would we survive?” She asked.

“Mmmh well, we could go into the woods. Build a home or find a cave. We could figure it out! Perhaps we can find the witch who lives in there,at least I’ve heard there’s a witch out there...maybe she can help us?”

“Oh yes! But witches are...mmmh well alright. I guess it’s worth a try. When shall we leave then? The wedding is in two days.”

“We shall leave tonight then!” Gene said proudly standing tall in Victoria’s palm, “Then we will have the cover of night and we don’t have to see that Jack Tails or whatever his name is. So pack something small for our escape and get some rest, I shall do the same my love” he then bowed with a grin earning a smile from Victoria.

Victoria then paused for a second to think before nodding, “Alright, meet me back here when everyone is asleep. Like we usually do.”

Gene nodded, and Victoria slowly started to lower the hand that held him towards the dresser. However she paused and lifted him up. Gene was surprised and caught off guard, but once her lips were kissing his face and part of his body, he couldn’t complain. He turned towards the lips and kissed back.

“I promise I’ll be back” he said as he was lowered to the dresser.

“I’ll be waiting for you” Victoria smiled and watched as Gene disappeared behind the mirror. Both Gene and Victoria were smiling once the other was out of sight, Perhaps today won’t be as terrible as I thought.

[ladydarklord]

The Mighty Boosh on the business of being silly

The Times, November 15 2008

What began as a cult cocktail of daft poems, surreal characters and fantastical storylines has turned into the comedy juggernaut that is the Mighty Boosh. Janice Turner hangs out with creators Noel Fielding, Julian Barratt and the extended Boosh family to discuss the serious business of being silly

In the thin drizzle of a Monday night in Sheffield, a crowd of young women are waiting for the Mighty Boosh or, more precisely, one half of it. Big-boned Yorkshire lasses, jacketless and unshivering despite the autumn nip, they look ready to devour the object of their desire, the fey, androgynous Noel Fielding, if he puts a lamé boot outside the stage door. “Ooh, I do love a man in eyeliner,” sighs Natalie from Rotherham. She’ll be throwing sickies at work to see the Boosh show 13 times on their tour, plus attend the Boosh after-show parties and Boosh book signings. “My life is dead dull without them,” she says.

Nearby, mobiles primed, a pair of sixth-formers trade favourite Boosh lines. “What is your name?” asks Jessica. “I go by many names, sir,” Victoria replies portentously. A prison warden called Davena survives long days with high-security villains intoning, “It’s an outrage!” in the gravelly voice of Boosh character Tony Harrison, a being whose head is a testicle.

Apart from Fielding, what they all love most about the Boosh is that half their mates don’t get it. They see a bloke in a gorilla suit, a shaman called Naboo, silly rhymes about soup, stories involving shipwrecked men seducing coconuts “and they’re like, ‘This is bloody rubbish,’” says Jessica. “So you feel special because you do get it. You’re part of a club.”

Except the Mighty Boosh club is now more like a movement. What began as an Edinburgh fringe show starring Fielding and his partner Julian Barratt and later became an obscure BBC3 series has grown into a box-set flogging, mega-merchandising, 80-date touring Boosh inc. There was a Boosh festival last summer, now talk of a Boosh movie and Boosh in America. An impasse seems to have been reached: either the Boosh will expand globally or, like other mass comedy cults before it – Vic and Bob, Newman and Baddiel – slowly begin to deflate.

But for the moment, the fans still wait in the rain for heroes who’ve already left the building. I find the Boosh gang gathered in their hotel bar, high on post-gig adrenalin. Barratt, blokishly handsome with his ring-master moustache, if a tad paunchy these days, blends in with the crew. But Fielding is never truly “off”. All day he has been channelling A Clockwork Orange in thick black eyeliner (now smudged into panda rings) and a bowler hat, which he wears with polka-dot leggings, gold boots and a long, neon-green fur-collared PVC trenchcoat. He has, as those women outside put it, “something about him”: a carefully-wrought rock-god danger mixed with an amiable sweetness. Sexy yet approachable. Which is why, perched on a barstool, is a great slab of security called Danny.

“He stops people getting in our faces,” says Fielding. “He does massive stars like P. Diddy and Madonna and he says that considering how we’re viewed in the media as a cult phenomenon, we get much more attention in the street than, say, Girls Aloud. Danny says we’re on the same level as Russell Brand, who can’t walk from the door to the car without ten people speaking to him.”

This barometer of fame appears to fascinate and thrill Fielding. Although he complains he can’t eat dinner with his girlfriend (Dee Plume from the band Robots in Disguise) unmolested, he parties hard and publicly with paparazzi-magnets like Courtney Love and Amy Winehouse. He claims he’s tried wearing a baseball cap but fans still recognise him. Hearing this, Julian Barratt smiles wryly: “Noel is never going to dress down.”

It is clear on meeting them that their Boosh characters Vince Noir (Fielding), the narcissistic extrovert, and Howard Moon (Barratt), the serious, socially awkward jazz obsessive, are comic exaggerations of their own personalities. At the afternoon photo shoot, Fielding breaks free of the hair and make-up lady, sprays most of a can of Elnett on to his Bolan feather-cut and teases it to his satisfaction. Very Vince. “It is an art-life crossover,” says Barratt.

At 40, five years older than Fielding, Barratt exhibits the profound weariness of a man trying to balance a five-month national tour with new-fatherhood. After every Saturday night show he returns home to his 18-month-old twins, Arthur and Walter, and his partner Julia Davis (the creator-star of Nighty Night) and today he was up at 5am pushing a pram on Hampstead Heath before taking the train north to rejoin the Boosh. “I go back so the boys remember who I am. But it’s harder to leave them every time,” he says. “It is totally schizophrenic, totally opposite mental states: all this self-obsession and then them.”

About two nights a week on tour, Fielding doesn’t go to bed, parties through the night and performs the next evening having not slept at all. Barratt often retreats to his room to plough through box sets of The Wire. “It’s a bit gritty, but that is in itself an escape, because what we do is so fantastical.”

But mostly it is hard to resist the instant party provided by a large cast, crew and band. Indeed, drinking with them, it appears Fielding and Barratt are but the most famous members of a close collective of artists, musicians and old mates. Fielding’s brother Michael, who previously worked in a bowling alley, plays Naboo the shaman. “He is late every single day,” complains Noel. “He’s mad and useless, but I’m quite protective of him, quite parental.” Michael is always arguing with Bollo the gorilla, aka Fielding’s best mate, Dave Brown, a graphic artist relieved to remove his costume – “It’s so hot in there I fear I may never father children” – to design the Boosh book. One of the lighting crew worked as male nanny to Barratt’s twins and was in Michael’s class at school: “The first time I met you,” he says to Noel, “you gave me a dead arm.” “You were 9,” Fielding replies. “And you were messing with my stuff.”

This gang aren’t hangers-on but the wellspring of the Boosh’s originality and its strange, homespun, degree-show aesthetic: a character called Mr Susan is made out of chamois leathers, the Hitcher has a giant Polo Mint for an eye. When they need a tour poster they ignore the promoter’s suggestions and call in their old mate, Nige.

Fielding and Barratt met ten years ago at a comedy night in a North London pub. The former had just left Croydon Art College, the latter had dropped out of an American Studies degree at Reading to try stand-up, although he was so terrified at his first gig that he ran off stage and had to be dragged back by the compere.

While superficially different, their childhoods have a common theme: both had artistic, bohemian parents who exercised benign neglect. Fielding’s folks were only 17 when he was born: “They were just kids really. Hippies. Though more into Black Sabbath and Led Zep. There were lots of parties and crazy times. They loved dressing up. And there was a big gap between me and my brother – about nine years – so I was an only child for a long time, hanging out with them, lots of weird stuff going on.

“The great thing about my mum and dad is they let me do anything I wanted as a kid as long as I wasn’t misbehaving. I could eat and go to bed when I liked. I used to spend a lot of time drawing and painting and reading. In my own world, I guess.”

Growing up in Mitcham, South London, his father was a postmaster, while his mother now works for the Home Office. Work was merely the means to fund a good time. “When your dad is into David Bowie, how do you rebel against that? You can’t really. They come to all the gigs. They’ve been in America for the past three weeks. I’m ringing my mum really excited because we’re hanging out with Jim Sheridan, who directed In the Name of the Father, and the Edge from U2, and she said, ‘We’re hanging with Jack White,’ whom they met through a friend of mine. Trumped again!”

Barratt’s father was a Leeds art teacher, his mother an artist later turned businesswoman. “Dad was a bit more strict and academic. Mum would let me do anything I wanted, didn’t mind whether I went to school.” Through his father he became obsessed with Monty Python, went to jazz and Spike Milligan gigs, learnt about sex from his dad’s leatherbound volumes of Penthouse.

Barratt joined bands and assumed he would become a musician (he does all the Boosh’s musical arrangements); Fielding hoped to become an artist (he designed the Boosh book cover and throughout our interview sketches obsessively). Instead they threw their talents into comedy. Barratt: “It is a great means of getting your ideas over instantly.” Fielding: “Yes, it is quite punk in that way.”

Their 1998 Edinburgh Fringe show called The Mighty Boosh was named, obscurely, after a friend’s description of Michael Fielding’s huge childhood Afro: “A mighty bush.” While their double-act banter has an old-fashioned dynamic, redolent of Morecambe and Wise, the show threw in weird characters and a fantasy storyline in which they played a pair of zookeepers. They are very serious about their influences. “Magritte, Rousseau...” says Fielding. “I like Rousseau’s made-up worlds: his jungle has all the things you’d want in a jungle, even though he’d never been in one so it was an imaginary place.”

Eclectic, weird and, crucially, unprepared to compromise their aesthetic sensibilities, it was 2004 before, championed by Steve Coogan’s Baby Cow production company, their first series aired on BBC3. Through repeats and DVD sales the second series, in which the pair have left the zoo and are living above Naboo’s shop, found a bigger audience. Last year the first episode of series three had one million viewers. But perhaps the Boosh’s true breakthrough into mainstream came in June when George Bush visited Belfast and a child presented him with a plant labelled “The Mighty Bush”. Assuming it was a tribute to his greatness, the president proudly displayed it for the cameras, while the rest of Britain tittered.

A Boosh audience these days is quite a mix. In Sheffield the front row is rammed with teenage indie girls, heavy on the eyeliner, who fancy Fielding. But there are children, too: my own sons can recite whole “crimps” (the Boosh’s silly, very English version of rap) word for word. And there are older, respectable types who, when I interview them, all apologise for having such boring jobs. They’re accountants, IT workers, human resources officers and civil servants. But probe deeper and you find ten years ago they excelled at art A level or played in a band, and now puzzle how their lives turned out so square. For them, the Boosh embody their former dreams. And their DIY comedy, shambolic air, the slightly crap costumes, the melding of fantasy with the everyday, feels like something they could still knock up at home.

Indeed, many fans come to gigs in costume. At the Mighty Boosh Festival 15,000 people came dressed up to watch bands and absurdity in a Kent field. And in Sheffield I meet a father-and-son combo dressed as Howard Moon and Bob Fossil – general manager of the zoo – plus a gang of thirty-something parents elaborately attired as Crack Fox, Spirit of Jazz, a granny called Nanageddon, and Amy Housemouse. “I love the Boosh because it’s total escapism,” says Laura Hargreaves, an employment manager dressed as an Electro Fairy. “It’s not all perfect and people these days worry too much that things aren’t perfect. It’s just pure fun.”

But how to retain that appealingly amateur art-school quality now that the Boosh is a mega comedy brand? Noel Fielding is adamant that they haven’t grown cynical, that The Mighty Book of Boosh was a long-term project, not a money-spinner chucked out for Christmas: “There is a lot of heart in what we do,” he says. Barratt adds: “It’s been hard this year to do everything we’ve wanted, to a standard we’re proud of... Which is why we’re worn to shreds.”

Comedy is most powerful in intimate spaces, but the Boosh show, with its huge set, requires major venues. “We’ve lost money every day on the tour,” says Fielding. “The crew and the props and what it costs to take them on the road – it’s ridiculous. Small gigs would lose millions of pounds.”

The live show is a kind of Mighty Boosh panto, with old favourites – Bob Fossil, Bollo, Tony Harrison, etc – coming on to cheers of recognition. But it lacks the escapism to the perfectly conceived world of the TV show. They have told the BBC they don’t want a fourth series: they want a movie. They would also, as with Little Britain USA, like a crack at the States, where they run on BBC America. Clearly the Boosh needs to keep evolving or it will die.

Already other artists are telling Fielding and Barratt to make their money now: “They say this is our time, which is quite frightening.” I recall Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer, who dominated the Nineties with Big Night Out and Shooting Stars. “Yes, they were massive,” says Fielding. “A number one record...” And now Reeves presents Brainiac. “If you have longer-term goals, it’s not scary,” says Barratt. “To me, I’m heading somewhere else – to direct, make films, write stuff – and at the moment it’s all gone mental. I’m sort of enjoying this as an outsider. It was Noel who had this desire to reach more people.”

Indeed, the old cliché that comedy is the new rock’n’roll is closest to being realised in Noel Fielding. Watching him perform the thrash metal numbers in the Boosh live show, he is half ironic comic performer, half frustrated rock god. His heroes weren’t comics but androgynous musicians: Jagger, Bowie, Syd Barrett. (Although he liked Peter Cook’s style and looks.)

“I like clothes and make-up, I like the transformation,” he says. Does it puzzle him that women find this so sexually attractive? “I was reading a book the other day about the New York Dolls and David Johansen was saying that none of them were gay or even bisexual, and that when they started dressing in stilettos and leather pants, women got it straight away with no explanation. But a lot of men had problems. It’s one of those strange things. A man will go, ‘You f***ing queer.’ And you just think, ‘Well, your girlfriend fancies me.’”

The Boosh stopped signing autographs outside stage doors when it started taking two hours a night. At recent book signings up to 1,500 people have shown up, some sleeping overnight in the queue. And on this tour, the Boosh took control of the after-show parties, once run as money-spinners by the promoters, and now show up in person to do DJ slots. I ask if they like to meet their fans, and they laugh nervously.

Fielding: “We have to be behind a fence.”

Barratt: “They try to rip your clothes off your body.”

Fielding: “The other day my girlfriend gave me this ring. And, doing the rock numbers at the end, I held out my hands and the crowd just ripped it off.”

Barratt: “I see it as a thing which is going to go away. A moment when people are really excited about you. And it can’t last.”

He recalls a man in York grabbing him for a photo, saying, “I’d love to be you, it must be so amazing.” And Barratt says he thought, “Yes, it is. But all the while I was trying to duck into this doorway to avoid the next person.” He’s trying to enjoy the Boosh’s moment, knows it will pass, but all the same?

In the hotel bar, a young woman fan has dodged past Danny and comes brazenly over to Fielding. Head cocked attentively like a glossy bird, he chats, signs various items, submits to photos, speaks to her mate on her phone. The rest of the Boosh crew eye her steelily. They know how it will end. “You have five minutes then you go,” hisses one. “I feel really stupid now,” says the girl. It is hard not to squirm at the awful obeisance of fandom. But still she milks the encounter, demands Fielding come outside to meet her friend. When he demurs she is outraged, and Danny intercedes. Fielding returns to his seat slightly unsettled. “What more does she want?” he mutters, reaching for his wine glass. “A skin sample?”

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Special (Ben x Lantix Reader)

A/N: So I got this cool request on Wattpad for a Latinx reader. Now I try to avoid making (Y/N) and gender or ethnicity but that's mostly because I don't want to exclude anyone of color since most reader inserts are white. But people of all ethnicities deserve representation so here I go. Just know that I am very white and grew up in a very white town so if I accidentally write something that's actually offensive please call me out (nicely tho). Just note that, per the request, the only things I will 'define' the reader as having is dark curly brown hair and brown eyes. And you have Scarlet Witch's powers basically so yay. Also, the queen in this is named after the requester!

        You fidgeted in your seat, nervous yet excited to get to Aurdon Prep. Your mother smiled softly at you as she reached out and grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

        "Are you excited about your new school?" she asked, pushing back a brown curl from your face. 

        You nodded, gazing out the window, taking in the passing cottages and trees. "Yes."

        "But?"

        You smiled at your mom and she gave you a knowing look. "But... I'm pretty sure no one else has magic like I do."

        "That doesn't matter," your mother comforted. "You are a special person and I have no doubts you will endear yourself to whoever you want."

        The limo you were in pulled into the main circle of Aurdon Prep along with the other students who were moving in. The butler opened the door and you stepped out into the sun, adjusting your clothes and hair as you looked around. You noticed people glancing in your direction, likely confused as to who you were. Your mother stepped out behind you and rested a hand on your shoulder as people began to unload your luggage.

        "Queen Karina Victoria! What a pleasure it is to have you at our school!" Greeted a smiling woman in a light blue suit. 

        "Fairy Godmother," your mother greeted, "This is my child, princex (Y/N) Victoria."

        You smiled at Fairy Godmother and gave a small bow of your head. When you looked back up you noticed someone else had joined you. He had short brown hair and the cutest dimpled smile. When he realized you were looking at him he offered his hand to you.

        "Hello, I'm Prince Ben. It's a pleasure to meet you princex (Y/N)." You took his offered hand, giving him a short but firm handshake. You pulled back a bit abruptly as you felt your magic spark at the contact. Ben looked confused for a moment before resuming his smile.

        "Indeed it is!" chirped Fairy Godmother. She clapped her hands together. "I believe her majesty wished to speak with me, so would you be a dear Ben and show princex (Y/N) around?"

        You looked at your mother with a questioning look but she just smiled reassuringly so you turned back to Ben as Fairy Godmother walked away with your mother. Ben didn't say anything, just continued to look at you with a dopey smile and a slight blush. You looked at him weirdly.

        "Um, Ben?" Ben startled out his stupor. "Tour?"

        "Ah, yes!" Ben exclaimed, clapping his hands together before realizing he just copied Fairy Godmother. He put his hands into the pockets of his coats.

        "Well aren't you just a regular Prince Charming?" you said sarcastically.

        "Thank you?" Ben looked confused, obviously not sure if you were being sarcastic.

        “That was my sarcastic voice," you assured him,

        “That sounded a lot like your normal voice.”

        “So I’ve heard.” Ben chuckled at that so you figured he wasn't offended. You decided to offer your arm to him, raising your eyebrows at him. He blushed again (still cute) and linked your arm with his and began the tour.

        ~Time Skip~

        You were laughing at Ben as he led you to the auditorium for the beginning of the assembly. You had really enjoyed your tour, though you honestly were only paying partial attention to it, more interested in talking to Ben about your interests and lives. As you reach the door you notice your mother and Fairy Godmother. You separated from Ben and went over to your mother. You gave her a hug and she kissed your forehead.

        "My darling, remember that you are special and that I will always love you," she whispered to you before she pulled away. 

        "I love you too, mom," you replied as she pushed another curl away. "See you in a few months?"

        She nodded, "But remember I'm always a phone call away."

        Once your mother left Fairy Godmother smiled at you and asked you to come with her, prompting a confused look between you and Ben.

        "No worries," she assured, "I just want to see how Mx. (Y/N) is doing so far."

        Sasiftyed, Ben promised to save you a seat before Fairy Godmother gently lead you to an empty nearby classroom.

        "So, what do you think of our lovely school so far?" Fairy Godmother asked.

        "I think I'm going to have a good time. Prince Ben seems really cool."

        "Wonderful." She clapped her hands again. "Now onto a bit of business. Your mother and I were discussing the subject of your magic."

        You felt a moment of panic. "It's okay, I promise I won't use it for anything bad, I really only ever use it to grab things that across my room!"

        "It's alright," Fairy Godmother soothed. "I have no doubts that you are a responsible young adult just as your mother assured me. No, what I wish to discuss is if you would be willing to share about yourself and your magic at the end of the assembly. You are the only other royal, besides Ben, that will actually be taking a throne and your mother and I felt that if you introduced yourself to everyone it would lead to fewer people trying to, ah, mob you later."

        You thought about it for a second. "Deal, only if I get to chose how to show my magic."

        "Perfect!"

        ~Time Skip~

        You were sitting next to Ben in the front row, a girl named Audrey on Ben's other side and a shy girl name Jane on your other side. You bit your lip nervously as the assembly started to come to an end. There were a lot of people here, but at least what you had planned will be funny.

        "Lastly," Fairy Godmother began, smiling at you, "we have a new student that we would like you all to meet!"

        That was your queue. You stood up from your seat, winking at Ben as you walked again (and he blushed again, damn). You walked up the stage and grab the microphone from Fairy Godmother. You took a steadying breath and faced the crowd. You could see some curious looks, but most of the audience was hidden by the lights.

        "Hello, I am crown princex (Y/N) Victoria of Edronia. I am sixteen and will ascend the Edronian throne in two years. I came to Aruadon in order to learn more about your way of life in hopes of helping me in the future." You paused in consideration. That was all you could think of. Well, here goes nothing. "Okay this is going to sound weird, but would you mind coming up here Ben?"

        You saw Ben point to himself to confirm your request. You nodded at him and sent him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. He walked up to the stage, offering the crowd a smile. There was whispering in the crowd, seeming confused. You glanced at Fairy Godmother who looked confused as well. You turned to Ben, lowered the microphone, and asked, "I know we just meet, but would you trust me for a moment?"

        He nodded after a moment, not seemingly terribly scared so you decided to continue. "So I know magic isn't really a thing in Auradon but it is in Edronia and I was born with a special type."

        Without further ado you sent out (F/C) tendrils of magic to Ben, gently lifting him a few feet in the air, nothing crazy. The whispering increased as you lowered Ben and smiled one last time at the audience before handing Fairy Godmother (who looked a bit paler) her microphone back. You offered Ben your arm again, hoping he would take it. He started at you in a daze, again.

        "Ben?" you called nervously. He broke out and smiled at you again, taking your arm and leading back down to your seats as Fairy Godmother tried to quiet the crowd.

        "Would you," Ben paused, looking at you hesitantly, "would you be willing to show me more of your magic later? You know, without levitating me."

        You chuckled at him as you sat down, noticing Jane's awed stare. "Buy me food and I'll show you."

        "Deal."

A/N: Hope this wasn't horrible. If any Latinx reader has suggestions for improvement feel free to share! As I said, the last thing I want to do is be offensive in some way.

[revengeoftheantichrist]

What Kind of Man

Warnings: Period typical sexism, Inappropriate use of corset, smut, possessive behaviour

AO3  <<<Previous

Chapter 4: Midsummer Ball

Wednesday came around faster than you thought. In the two days since Sunday, you’d only seen your husband twice, at evening supper. You didn’t see him in the mornings either, expecting him to be at your side, although, he always left a single red rose on his pillow. You had not spoken since the corset incident, just brief ‘good evenings’. He was a very busy man it seemed. Today you were to be fitted for your new wardrobe, Mrs. Venabale arriving after lunch. You found yourself recoiling under her gaze as she scrutinised and measured you up. “your posture could use some improvement, I’m adjusting you corsets with that in mind,” she stated, scribbling something down. “Other than that, not much needs to be done, the Count seems to have sent me accurate measurements a few weeks ago.” Your brows knitted in confusion; you don’t recall having ever sending your measurements to anyone. You were sure your village seamstress didn’t have any up to date numbers, as you had preferred to make your own clothing in recent years. Venabale raised her brow at you, “a Countess must not be so open with her emotions, you must remain expressionless, or else people wont respect you, or take you seriously.” She started to pack her tools, “Your ballgown will arrive in time for Friday, as I mentioned earlier, I need to adjust your corseting,” she finished. Ball? No one had told you about a ball. You tried to recall any mention of it as Medina led her out. You asked Medina when she returned, “Is there to be a ball this Friday?” “Yes, we have an annual Midsummer ball, it’s quite the event, this year is extra special as it’s also to welcome you to the County,” she smiled. Midsummer. How time flies. Friday would mark a week since your wedding, the feeling of dread you had that day had not yet died down. You would write to your mother soon. You had an idea to help you pass the time. “The Count is a fan of dessert yes?” you asked. Medina nodded in reply. “Show me to the kitchens I’d like to bake something for dinner this evening,” you said. Medina looked at you in shock, “My Lady you don’t have to do that, all you have to do is ask and the staff will prepare anything you want.” You stopped her before she could go any further, “Please Medina, I’m bored and I’m more than capable of being in the kitchen.” She nodded, and led you to the kitchens.

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The kitchens were grand, a few staff members flitting around. Mrs. Mead was also there, preparing the meal for tonight. “My Lady? What brings you here?” she asked. “I’d like to make a cake for this evening, to keep me occupied, I promise I’m a good baker,” you replied. She hesitated, before showing you to the dessert ingredients. You had decided to make a simple Victoria sponge. “Our working garden has fresh strawberries actually,” Medina suggested. “Can I have a look? She led you through to a little walled garden behind the kitchens, filled with an array of produce; it was used for the smaller meals in the castle. You took a little basket and went to pick the strawberries you needed for the cake. The staff looked at you in shock, not expecting the countess to be so hands on. You smiled at them all as you walked back inside, ready to start on the cake. Everyone returned to their stations, the staff and you falling into a natural rhythm. The conversation was coming easy, forgetting your new status for a while, laughing along with the staff. Time flew by and the smell of cake and strawberry jam wafted through the castle.

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Michael and you sat down for your evening meal. Sick of the awkward silence, you decided to ask some questions. “I heard there’s a ball this Friday,” you asked. He stopped and wiped his lip. “yes, there is, it’s why I’ve been so busy for the past few days,” he started. “The Midsummer ball here is quite well known, I’m sure your brother may have mentioned it before. It’s an opportunity for you to be introduced to my circle, and to let loose a little.” Let loose? you glared at him and he chuckled. The urge to slap him had returned. Before you could go any further, the cake and tea had arrived. Mrs. Mead carefully cut two slices and served them. You waited patiently for Michael to take a bite, hoping he would like it. He chewed and swallowed, expressionless. “who made this? Do we have anew baker?” he asked Mrs. Mead; a silence took over “I – I did,” your nerves making you voice shake. He looked at you and smiled, shovelling another forkful, “its very good, you are full of surprises little dove.” You breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at his approval and digging into your own slice. “Thank you.” “You look a lot better when you smile,” he turned to you. You noticed the cream on the corner of his lip, without thinking you reached forward to wipe it off. He grabbed your wrist before you could move your hand away. Looking you in the eyes, he moved your hand and took your thumb into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it and lightly sucking; humming when he tasted the cream. You stared at him in awe, finally realising what you had done, your face flushing red. Before your thoughts could go any further, he let go of your finger with a ‘pop’. He stood from the table ready to take his leave. “I thoroughly enjoyed the dessert tonight; I hope this isn’t the last thing you’ll make. Unfortunately, I must take my leave for the evening, so I must bid you goodnight.” He placed a light kiss on your cheek before leaving. You sat there flustered and speechless, not noticing his grin as he left the dining room.

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The weather on Thursday had significantly cleared up, the sun shining bright. You could almost imagine being back in your little village. Almost. You went to bed flustered from the previous night; the embarrassment carried into the morning. You asked for breakfast to be served in the library, where you knew you’d be alone. As the afternoon came around, your boredom took over yet again. You decided it was about time you saw the castle gardens, making your way outside with Medina leading the way. As you stepped outside, you closed your eyes and took in a breath of rose scented air. The warmth of the sun on your face brought you more comfort than you liked to admit. You opened your eyes and finally took in the garden. You had never seen so many roses and flowers, in so many different colours. The perfect mix of an English and French garden. You wouldn’t think that a castle with such an ominous façade would have a garden that looked so lush and bright, it looked like a different world. You now knew why there was a midsummer ball here, anyone with a garden as beautiful as this would want to show it off. As you were taking it all in, you noticed a boy trimming some roses. “Medina? Who’s the boy?” “That’s my twin Jim!”, she replied and waved him over. The brown-haired boy jogged over, slowing down when he noticed you. “My Lady it’s a pleasure to meet you, I apologise for the sate I’m in right now,” he said shyly. “Oh no please don’t apologise. Jim is it? Its very nice to meet you. What do you do around here?” “My Lady you are too kind,” he blushed. “I do a lot of things, I’m the stable boy, the errand boy and sometimes the gardener,” he explained. “so, you wear many hats,” you smiled at him. The conversation came easy with the twins, forgetting about your initial idea of walking through the garden. The feeling of being watched had started to creep up on you again, you ignored it in favour of talking to them.

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Michael’s office overlooked the garden, his favourite part of the castle. The large windows painted a unique picture for every season, each with its own beauty. He kept his windows open during the summer, letting the scent of roses drift in. Today was a day like every other, he’d been in here since the morning, not expecting any disturbances. His workflow was disturbed by a giggle. One that he had heard exactly six months before. He shot up to look out the window. He saw you, standing amongst the roses, giggling away at something the stable boy had said. The fucking stable boy. Michaels jaw clenched in rage. Why hadn’t you laughed like that around him? Yesterday was the first smile he got from you. And now here you were, laughing along with another man, no, a boy! He saw red, he was going to put a stop to this. Ignoring his work and marching down to the garden.

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Michael tried to look calm as he walked up to the three of you. “enjoying your afternoon,” putting a halt to all conversation. If looks could kill, you were sure Jim would be a pile of ashes. “We are, I was hoping to go on a walk through the garden,” you said, hoping to ease the tension. Michael's glare turned to you. “well then, lucky for you I’m free this afternoon and I can give you a personal tour,” he stated. He turned to Medina, “Tell Mrs. Mead that lunch and afternoon tea will be served in the garden for us,” with that, he gripped your arm and pulled you into the garden, the twins scurrying away, back to their daily tasks. “Michael your hurting me!” you said as you tried to peel his hand away from your arm. He eased away, gripping your hip instead, keeping you close. “this garden was designed by my grandmother, Constance,” ignoring what you had said just moments before. “She was French, that’s why there are French design elements, I’ll take you one day I think you’ll like Paris.” You kept your mouth shut, you knew exactly what he and your brother got up to in Paris.

“It really is beautiful; I’ve never seen such a variety of flowers before. I can see why people come from far and wide to see it,” you said, trying to change the conversation and diffuse the tension. As you both walked through the garden, Michael explained every detail to you, from the flowers to the fountains, even the statues. This was the most conversation you had had in a week, and if you were being honest, you enjoyed his company. He finally got that laugh out of you after telling the story of how he procured one of the statues. He could have sworn he stopped breathing when he heard it. You eyes glimmering with joy in the sun. He took your gloved hand and led you up to the gazebo in the centre of the garden. A table had been set with a light lunch and your left-over cake from last night. You continued to laugh as you watched him scarf it down. “what? Why are you laughing,” he asked, with his mouth still full. “I’ve never seen someone finish a whole cake before,” you smiled. His cheeks were tinged pink as he swallowed. “I’m a growing boy, I need to eat,” he justified. You shook your head, finishing your own slice, taking in your surroundings.

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After you finished, Michael walked you back to the castle. “Your brother will be in attendance tomorrow, so if you have anything you want to send back home please do have it prepared for Saturday,” he stated. The prospect of seeing your brother again made you smile again. Nodding to Michael as you headed up to your room to write. You wrote to your mother about your first few days, the feeling of dread and the consistent nightmares. Your letter would vex your mother but who else were you going to confide in? You didn’t fully trust anyone in this house yet. Supper was served in your room. You went to bed by yourself again, hoping that maybe just this once those coal black eyes and sharp teeth would let you be.

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The castle was abuzz the next morning, all staff adding final touches for the ball that evening. You were not feeling the same enthusiasm. The nightmare you had left you shaken and an with an unexpected ache, your limbs felt so heavy. You choose to forego breakfast you knew you wouldn’t keep it down; you swore you could taste the blood from your dreams in your mouth. You weren’t allowed to enter the ballroom as it was supposed to be a surprise for you Medina explained. You decided to take a bath before getting dressed for the evening, your dress arriving merely hours ago. The rose scented water helped the ache in your bones, but not much else. You were covered in blood in your dreams, no matter how hard you scrubbed the feeling of being coated in the red sticky liquid remained. You almost made yourself bleed before Medina had to stop you. You had no solid explanations for your behaviour.

You sat in your grand dressing room in a robe, Medina working away at your hair. You had noticed on the first day you got changed that the wardrobe in the bedroom looked a bit bare. You later learned that your clothes were kept in a dressing room, adjacent to your room. It was almost as big as the room where you slept. Full of your husbands, and now your, clothes. All luxury fabrics and colours that were far too expensive for you to afford back in the village, your brother’s education had come first. The fact that your bathroom was joined to your room was already too much for you to comprehend. Medina finished placing violets and lavender flowers into your hair. They matched your gown, also lavender in colour. Purple dye was expensive; you were still getting used to the wealth you had married into. You stood to get dressed and Medina hesitated.

“My Lady, this is a new type of corset and I’m not sure how to lace it, I’ll go get Mrs. Mead to help us,” she said, Leaving you alone in front of the mirror, holding your corset up. Just as she left; Michael walked in. You began to have flashbacks to your first day here, making you blush. He walked behind you, tracing his fingers over your spine, just like before. “What seems to be the issue this time,” he whispered. You hesitated. “Medina has never laced a corset like this before, she has gone to get some help,” you replied. “No need for that, I’m sure I can do it,” he said, beginning to pull the laces in. You moved to say something, but before you could, he yanked the laces tighter, making you gasp loudly. “Michael, it’s too tight!” you cried out. “Does it hurt little dove? Are you struggling to breath?” he taunted, grinning at you through the mirror. He continued to pull until you thought you would pass out. Struggling for air. “I think that should do it,” he finished tying you off. He walked around and stood in front of you, brining his face closer and licking away tears you didn’t realise had fallen. Not only were you in pain, but you were embarrassed too, bringing on a pounding headache. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. Taking the matching outfit that he would wear tonight. “Be ready for six sharp, don’t keep me waiting, I’ll make you attend in a half dressed state if I have to,” he said, finally walking out of the room, leaving you literally breathless. Medina and Mead returned moments later.

“Could one of you please loosen it a little I think I might faint,” you said. “Who laced you up?” asked Mrs. Mead. “Michael” “If the Count has laced you up then unfortunately there’s nothing we can do, he’ll know, and he’ll be really angry. You don’t want poor Medina to be punished just because your corsets a little tight, now do you?” she responded. “you’ll just have to save your breath and not talk much.” With that she left you and Medina alone again. She finished dressing you. The gown was truly beautiful, but you couldn’t admire it like you would have wanted to, the corset making you feel like your ribs might crack with one wrong move. You did notice that your spine was a little straighter, Mrs. Venebale’s adjustments had worked. You felt a little better when sitting down. Medina finished off your makeup, just in time for 6 o’clock. You thanked her and you both walk out to the ballroom entrance, where Michael was waiting. He smiled at you, “you’re just on time.” You could hear the chattering of the guests through the door, your nerves combined with your corset made you feel ill.

Michael took your hand and placed it in the crook of his elbow, standing up straight. As the doors opened, the ballroom stilled in silence. All eyes were turned to the pair of you. Looking you up and down, you were fresh meat in a den of lions. You held your head up a little higher. You would not be intimidated by all these people who wished they were in you place, by his side. It finally hit you that you were now a Countess. All these people would watch your every move, some hoping you would fall. You were not going to give them the satisfaction. Your train of thought was interrupted by Michael, “Friends and Honoured guests, I welcome you all to the Langdon estates annual midsummer ball. I’d like to thank you all for travelling so far to attend, and I hope we do not disappoint, but, we never do,” the audience chuckled a little. “This year is extra important, for today we welcome my new bride, the Countess Y/N Langdon into our ranks, so please do give her a warm welcome.” He grabbed a wine glass from the waiter. “Let’s raise a toast in her honour tonight and may you all have a pleasant evening,” he finished. The crowd raised their glasses to you with a collective ‘cheers’, you smiled and nodded to the crowd. Everyone went back to their previous chatter, the music starting again. “Don’t be too nervous little dove, no one can hurt you,” Michael whispered to you. Easing your nerves a little and relaxing your posture.

Your brother came up to greet you, asking how you were and giving you updates on the village gossip. Apparently, your parents and friends missed you dearly. He would be staying the night, so you hoped to talk more at breakfast the next morning. For now, you had other guests to be introduced to. Many guests were names you had heard before, from your parents or they were friends of your brother. Excited to finally meet his ‘pretty little sister’. You shouldn’t have let him take that picture of you, you didn’t want to think about how many of the boys had seen it and had ‘opinions’ of you. “My dear, this is Duncan Shepherd, heir of the Shepherd fortune in the USA.” You smiled and held out your hand for him to shake, instead the brought it to his lips to kiss. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Lady Langdon, they say that you’re quite lucky to be bound to my dear friend; but meeting you, I think he’s the lucky one,” he said, smirking at Michael. You could only smile, laughing or talking too much would hurt thanks to your husband’s hand at your corseting. Duncan started again, “This is my dear Fiancée, Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt, heiress to the Vanderbilt fortune.” She smiled and shook your hand, too distracted by your grand ballroom and your husband to fully pay attention. “Nice place you got here.” Michael and Duncan started to chat, leaving you to the side. You took in the ballroom. It, like the rest of the castle, was grand. You thought that you would never be able to comprehend Versailles, since this castle had you shocked already. The large glass windows and door were open, letting in a warm summer breeze and the fragrance of the garden the ballroom overlooked. You could see some of the guests promenading through the flowerbeds. You and your husbands attire had to be the grandest in the room, despite the room being full of wealth. You had to admit, he had excellent taste.

You were onto your third glass of wine when a woman approached you. Beautiful with Platinum blonde hair. She introduced herself as Countess Elizabeth March. “I do believe we’ve met before,” you stated. You had once attended a ball with her. “You remembered? Yes, we have, you were younger then. Look at you, you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman. Although, I didn’t expect you to marry my dear little cousin.” “Cousin?” “we share a grandfather,” she replied. She looked around the room and came closer to you. “Everything is not always what it seems my dear, be careful and keep your curiosity at bay, you might not like what you find,” she finished. Your eyes widened in shock, what did she mean? Michael spotted you both, walking over quickly, leaving his conversation behind. “Cousin Elizabeth, I hope you’re not trying to fill my brides pretty little head with bad thoughts?” “Of course not dear, we were just reminiscing over old times, we attended a ball together once so we were just discussing that. I think I should get back to my husband now before he gets too drunk,” with that she left you both.

He gripped your wrist tightly, reminding you of his anger yesterday in the garden. “Whatever she said to you, pay no mind to it, she’s still bitter grandfather left her next to nothing.” You nodded and tried to remove his hand from your wrist. The orchestra had started a waltz and Michael dragged you to the dancefloor. You tried you hardest to keep up, the corset not allowing you to move too much without struggling to breath. You began to dance, grateful for your dancing lessons. His grip was tight on your hip, but you could barely feel it as the corset had made you go numb. His eyes never once left your form, and you kept your eyes glued to him. Fearing that he might do something if you dared to look elsewhere. The waltz came to close and you felt even more lightheaded than before, you thought you might have started to cry in front of all your guests. Michael sensed your shift in mood. “Come, lets get some fresh air and see the garden in the moonlight.” He took your hand, gently this time, and slowly walked you towards the garden. You couldn’t admire the beauty of the roses, too focused on steadying your breath. The fact that you’d drank three glasses of wine did not help the situation. You didn’t speak to Michael, fearing one wrong breath and you’d pass out. Your mother would die if she found out that you’d done that in front of your guests. He brought you inside and sat you down, you didn’t hear what he said, feeling too hazy. Medina brought you glass of water and you slowly sat and sipped it. Feeling embarrassed that your first ball had come to this. Some more time had passed, you had spoken to a few more guests, becoming more confident despite your little predicament. As the clock struck ten, you figured out that these parties would go on till early into the next day. Michael was nowhere to be seen, so you decided to go back to your room, slipping away without anyone noticing.

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You got to your room and breathed a sigh of relief. Well, you tried too. You walked into your dressing room, lighting the candles on your vanity to bring some light. You began to unpin your hair, letting it fall and bringing some relief to you scalp. You would take the flowers out later. You rubbed your temples, trying to tame your headache. You removed your lavender gloves. Carefully placing them on your vanity, the lace was far too delicate for you to be rough with it. You stood, ready to remove your gown, before you were interrupted by the door slamming open. There stood Michael, his face illuminated by the soft candlelight, painted in a sneer. “It’s rude to leave your guests without saying goodbye.” You stared at him in silence, not knowing how to reply. He walked to you, grabbed your arm and pulled you into your bedroom. It was illuminated with more candles, ones that you don’t remember lighting. Maybe you did but couldn’t recall in your lightheaded state.

Occupied in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice that Michael had removed your gown until the cold air of the room hit you. You shivered, from the temperature drop, and in anticipation. He stood in front of you, making you watch as he slowly removed his gloves and his velvet dinner jacket. He moved behind you, resting his chin on you shoulder. “You’ve left quite the impression on my guests,” he whispered. “a – a good one?” you stuttered. He chuckled; you feel his breath on your neck. “They think your polite and quite pretty. You seem to have the same effect on them that you have on me.” You didn’t know what he meant, so you asked, “w- what effect do I have on you?” He took your small hand in his large one sending shocks of electricity through you. Your hands had been in gloves for as long as you can remember, only taking them off in the evenings or when you were getting dressed. Just this small action, of bare hands touching, was far too intimate for you. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your palms, and then your fingertips. You were glad he couldn’t see you and you were sure you looked redder than the roses left on the nightstand. He then brought your hand down to the front of his trousers, pressing you palm against something hard, rutting up against you. Like every good young lady, you were a virgin, but you had heard stories from your married friends, you mother even giving you a brief talk a few days before you got married. To be in the situation right now had you feeling a little tense.

“relax little dove, I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said, noticing your hesitation. He moved your hair over your shoulder and began placing kisses along your shoulder blades and nape. Each kiss adding more fire to your belly. He slowly began unlacing you, taking his time, watching you relax and finally breath properly. The numbness in your skin subsiding, you could feel the blood rush back in. The final string was pulled, and Michael dropped your corset before you could hold it up. Now fully exposed to the cold air and to him. He ran his fingers along the angry red indents, making you hiss. His hand calming some of the sting. “Did it hurt little one? To have it so tight? I almost made you cry in front of everyone.” You could hear the smile in his voice. His fingers glided from your back, around your waist to your stomach.

He pulled you back to his chest, feeling the silk of his shirt against you. You rested your head on his shoulder. Bearing you neck to him. he peppered light kisses down the side of your neck. You moaned when he reached a sensitive spot. He stopped and sucked at it, causing your breathing to get heavier. Nothing had ever felt this good before. “you make the prettiest noises; I think I'd like to hear some more.” The baritone of his voice sent shivers down your spine. He let go of you. Mewling at the loss of his warmth. You stood there in just your panties, bringing your arms up around your chest. The shuffling of fabric could be heard behind you. Then it stopped. You were unsure of what he was going to do next, but you daren’t turn around.

You felt his hands on you again, leading you to the bed and you climbed on. He stood there facing you. He had removed all but his own underwear. You think maybe you’d seen the image that was in front of you in the statues in the garden. The candle light illuminating his chiselled features just right. You knew there and then that Eros himself envied your husband. You felt even shier under his gaze, surely this was a dream and you could never reach his standards. He held you face in his hands, gently, as if you’d break. He brushed his thumb over your lips, before putting it in your mouth. You felt the need to suck, so you looked down and did; Michael groaned. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes of me tonight, I want to see everything,” he removed his finger from your mouth with a light ‘Pop’. Holding your chin and pulling your face up to his. He looked at you once more, before placing his lips on yours. You closed your eyes and eased into the kiss. It was gentle and slow at first, before it became rougher. He kissed you like a man starved. Exploring your mouth with his tongue, only pulling away for air. You both looked flushed, a string of saliva still connecting you both. You leaned forward to kiss him again, running you fingers up his neck and through his hair. You were pushed back into the pillows, Michael peppering kisses and bites down your neck and breasts. His thumb brushed over your nipple, causing you to squeak out. You were such a sensitive little thing, and he loved it.

He took one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking. You couldn’t say anything, the only thing leaving your mouth were moans and mewls. He moved to the other and began to trail his hand down your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your panties. He let go of your breast, looking at you with spit glossed lips, before moving to kiss down your stomach. His fingers moved down to your core, causing you to jolt at the sensation. It was all so foreign to you. You’d never even touched yourself, for fear of someone finding out. “Look at you, you’re soaked, and all for me hmm.” You looked at him and shyly nodded. He slowly began to peel your panties away from you, revealing your wet lips to him. Totally untouched. He ran his fingers through your slick folds. The sensation making you want to snap your legs shut. He smacked your thigh. “Keep them open,” he said, gripping your knees and pulling your thighs apart. He placed his thumb on your sensitive little nub, and you cried out. You felt so good, no one had told you that this would feel good.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” he said, looking up at you. He smiled and brought is head between your thighs, licking a broad stripe through your folds. Your hands shot out, gripping his silky locks. You wanted more. And he gave. He licked and sucked like a man deprived of water, holding your thighs apart and groaning into you. So lost in your pleasure you didn’t notice him bringing a finger up to your entrance, until you felt an unfamiliar stretch. You cried out at the little sting. “Relax little dove, it’ll be a little uncomfortable but relax, it’ll ease up. You whimpered and nodded, Michael pumped his finger in and out, adding a second when you eased up a little, “You’re so tight and wet for me, I could spend the rest of my life here.” Those final words made the coil in your belly snap, making you grind onto his fingers and tongue. You cried out in ecstasy, letting the unfamiliar but pleasant feeling take over you. Michael eased his fingers out of you and brought himself up to you. His mouth and chin glistened in the candlelight. Making you want to hide your face in embarrassment. He stopped you before you could. Bringing your lips to his, letting you taste yourself.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and looking you in the eyes, “Don’t hide from me, you look divine.” He took your hand again and brought it to his length. “This is what you do to me, feel it, it’s for you and only for you,” he says. You were feeling a little bold, running your fingers up his length, causing him to groan out. He stopped you and removed his underwear. You were now both bare to each other, just as Adam and Eve. “i- it’s so big, how will it f- fit?” You stuttered out. Your nervousness coming back. He shushed you and pushed you back onto the pillows. “I told you, you need to relax or else it will hurt.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, running his length through your folds, coating his cock with your wetness. “Look at me as I split you in half,” he ordered, his hands gripping your hips like a vice. You looked at him and slowly, he began to ease himself inside. Your eyes started to water at the stretch, you didn’t think he was going to fit. He held your hand, letting you squeeze down as he bottomed out. Both of you letting out a moan. He stayed there, letting you get used to his size. He kissed away the tears that fell. “Please move,” you moaned out.

Michael started a slow pace at first, getting you used to the feel and his rhythm. You felt like you’d split in half, but it felt so good. You brought your hands to his shoulders and your legs around his waist. Wanting to feel him closer, to have him deeper. He picked up the pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. Your moans filled the air, you were sure your guests could hear you. But they didn’t matter, no one did, no one but Michael mattered to you right now. You felt the coil in your belly begin to tighten. Michael felt your walls begin to pulse. He brought his hand down and started to rub circles on your clit. “M- Michael I think I’m..” “That’s it angel, cum around me like I know you can, give into your pleasure.” With those words, you snapped, cumming with a cry around his cock. You saw stars wishing that you could feel this high forever. His own face was twisted in pleasure, as he came and painted your walls with his warm seed. “Fuck angel look at you, your milking me for all I’m worth. Who knew you’d have such a greedy little pussy.” He kissed you again, holding you tightly, slowly easing out of you as he softened up. You were so tired, so drained but so satisfied. Michael lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Your head lay on his chest as he murmured sweet praises at you, kissing your forehead, easing you from your high. You looked up at him with a satisfied grin, and he grinned back. “you’ve been so good for me,” he whispered. You kissed his nose and giggled, laying your head back on his chest, drifting away in the warmth of his arms. You slept peacefully that night, your nightmares leaving you alone, just for tonight.

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[lu-undy]

Chapter 73 - SBT

Here it is!

There was a knock on the van's backdoor. 

"Come in, Mundy."

The Aussie pushed the door and entered.

"I'm back, luv', and I have it. Feels weird to carry a credit card for some money that's not mine… Also, how well did they pay back in France?! When the banker told me how much it was, I nearly fell off my chair!"

Mundy shut the door and turned to his lover. 

"Oh, crikey…" 

"How do I look…?"

Lucien had put on one of his suits again but this time, there was no tie and the shirt had been replaced with a thin woolen turtleneck. Moreover, he had tied his hair in a braid. Some of the grey, thin locks of hair at the front fell between his eyes beautifully. 

"You're gorgeous." 

Lucien smiled as Mundy came closer and held his waist.

"And I trimmed my beard a bit. I look odd to myself, but if you like it, I shall make a habit of this style." 

Mundy turned around and touched the braid. 

"Gosh, you… You're perfect… And, mmh, yeah, you're wearin' your perfume again, eh?"

"Oui, I am."

"You're really back…!" Mundy hugged his lover tightly but another knock interrupted them.

They were back in the city now for Mundy to collect Lucien's money, which was now his. Maurice had done an impeccable job and it had all gone smoothly. 

"Who's that?" Mundy asked. 

"Who do you think?" 

Mundy and Lucien looked at each other with a smile. It was Maurice's voice. 

"Hold on, mate." 

Mundy exited the van, with Lucien behind him. 

"Good to see you again, both of you." Maurice said and hands were shaken. 

"G'day, mate." 

"Merci, Maurice."

[Thanks, Maurice.] 

"Quite a change of style you have gone through, L." 

"Oui, it is both necessary and appreciated." Lucien's eyes went to Mundy. 

"It suits you indeed. One of the boys spotted your van, M. I thought I could drop by and say hi in person." 

"Sure, thanks. How's the street doin'?" 

"Cold with this winter, but good. We still manage to feed everyone and bring some warmth."

"That's nice." Mundy answered. 

"Oh, I nearly forgot, I have something for you, L. Here… This is your new passport, with the name that you wrote in your will."

"He didn't write any new names in his will." Mundy said, surprised.

"I did." Lucien answered and he accepted the Burgundy red document with the golden letters. "You just did not see it."

"What?" Mundy asked. 

"I will explain later. But thank you very much, Maurice, as always."

"My pleasure."

"Who are my witnesses?" Lucien asked. 

"Witnesses?" Mundy repeated. 

"Yes, for a will to be taken seriously, it must be written and co-signed by two witnesses." Maurice answered. "I am one of them, Richard is the second."

"Did you tell him?" Lucien asked. 

"I told him that Paris wanted a coffee with two sugars and a drop of milk. The next thing I knew, he was lying on the floor in his shop and both his sons were trying to wake him up." Maurice chuckled. 

"Ah, I should apologise…!" Lucien answered, chuckling himself. 

"No, it is fine. He was as delighted as I was when M told me. Oh and by the way, you are welcome to work with him and give a hand with the homeless of course." 

"Thank you." Lucien answered. "But we have a few things to do before we can come to work, is that fine with you?" 

"Absolutely, take your time and again, welcome back to the world of the living." 

"Thank you." 

Maurice and Lucien exchanged a nod. 

"Good. I shall go back to my streets, there are mouths to feed and work to do." Maurice said. "I will see you later." 

"Sure, mate, thanks for everythin', really." 

"No problem." 

Hands were shaken again and Maurice disappeared in the streets, melting with them like a shadow. 

"So, what's the plan?" Mundy asked. 

"We could go and get some lunch if you want."

"Sure, where?"

"Victoria's diner." Lucien answered and Mundy smiled and nodded. 

"Alright. Let me just make sure the cats have enough to eat and drink."

"I shall take Perle and Soot with us. I will put him in Perle's old harness and leash." 

"Sure." 

A few minutes later, Perle was on Mundy's shoulders and Soot was trotting happily by Lucien. 

"Non, Soot, sit. Très bien. We need to wait until the little man is green before we cross. Non, non, non, do not raise your hand like this and tempt the devil. You stay sat." 

"Meow." Soot was trying to move forward. 

"Sooty boy, watch the wifey here." Mundy put Perle down and she sat by the black cat patiently.

"There, good boy, Soot." Lucien praised him. 

The light switched to green for pedestrians. Perle looked up at Mundy who started crossing and followed him. Soot copied her. He looked up at Lucien and when the man started crossing, he did the same. 

A few minutes later, they arrived in front of Victoria's diner.

"You ready?" Mundy asked. 

"Yes, I am. I hope she is too." 

They exchanged a smile and Mundy pushed the door open. 

"Hello, how may I help? Oh, hey M! And Pearl. Who's this new friend you're bringin'...?" 

Lucien was a metre away, giving his back with his silver braid to them while Victoria knelt down to look at Soot. 

"That's Soot, he's Pearl's hubby."

"Ooh, congrats, Pearl!" Victoria petted her and the white, fluffy cat purred. "The hubby's quite shy, eh?"

Soot was hiding behind Mundy's legs. 

"Yeah, a bit." Mundy answered. "Sorry about that."

"Well at least he's not hissin'...!" Victoria chuckled. "How have you been, M? You seem so much happier than last time!"

"Not too bad, and busy, the cats got four kids together."

"Seriously? You had kittens?" 

"Yeah, lots of energy they have, but they're growin' up nicely." 

"Aw, that's super cute." Victoria stood up again. "Came here for some lunch?" 

"Yes and no, there's uh… There's something I need to admit… Uh…" Mundy scratched the back of his neck. 

"Oh? What is it?" 

"Uhm, I don't know how to say that but uh… Y'know what, come and sit at the table." 

Victoria sat down. 

"You're not joining?" She asked. 

"Well, I need to re-introduce someone to you - bloody hell that's so weird to say…" Mundy put his hands on Lucien's shoulders, who was still giving his back to Victoria.

"What d'you mean, re-introduce?" 

"He means that I am back." Lucien turned and faced her as she gasped and smacked a hand in front of her mouth. 

"What the fuck?! L?! Is that you?! You're dead!"

"Non, I am not. I am standing here in front of you." He opened his arms proudly. 

"You piece of shit!" Victoria rose from her chair and slapped him with the towel she was carrying around repeatedly. "You! Kept me! Thinking! You! Were! Dead! For! More! Than! A! Year! You absolute! Piece! Of! Shit!"

Lucien closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest and both him and Mundy could hear muffled sobbing. 

"I missed you, you arrogant idiot…" 

"And I missed you too, terribly, Victoria." He kissed the top of her head as she cried against him. He could feel she was clinging to his jacket. "I am sorry to have put all of you through that. But I had no choice."

"It's worse than that, V." Mundy said, patting her back to comfort her. "He was there at his own funeral and he heard what you said." 

She gasped and pulled out of the embrace, wiping her tears on the towel. 

"That's just plain cheatin', L."

"Lucien." 

"What?" 

"My name, it is Lucien, you may call me by my name, mi niña."

[My child]

She stared up at him as if he was Jesus Christ himself.

"I missed you so much." She put a hand on her mouth.

"I know, I know, come here." Lucien led her to sit at their table on the banquette next to him. He wrapped an arm around her to comfort her and gently rocked her left and right while her tears continued to stream silently on her cheeks. She sniffed from time to time and wiped her face on her towel. Mundy went to the counter to place their order and came back, sitting on the banquette opposite them. 

"So you didn't die?" She asked.

"Non."

"What happened?" 

"As you now know, I worked as a spy and to escape a certain death, I had to die and wait for things to calm down before I could show myself again."

"Did you beat him up for it?" She asked Mundy. 

"Nah, can't do it anymore now for some reason." Mundy chuckled. 

"You should have. You're growin' soft, M. And this man…" She pointed her index on Lucien's chest, poking it and staring at it fiercely. "This man needs to be taught a lesson or two…" She then bent forward and let her head fall on Lucien's chest again. He hugged her tightly and stroked her hair. 

"I apologise, Victoria, but had I done that, I would not be here today." 

"You could have said. You could have written to me… You could have…" She sobbed again. "Now I need to cancel something important." She said and Lucien and Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"Cesar salad, and two fish and chips." A waiter came and put everything on the table. "You ok, V?"

"Yeah, she's cryin' cause she's happy, cheers mate." Mundy answered.

"Alright…" The waiter left them alone. 

"So what is this important thing that you need to cancel because of my return? Did you have to go and have lunch with someone else?" Lucien asked. 

"No…" Victoria pulled herself away from him and wiped her face again. She looked at Mundy and then at Lucien. "I'm… I'm gettin' married to my fiancé Charlie in a few months and uh… I didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle but…" 

Mundy's jaw dropped and Lucien blushed intensely. 

"Would you… Would you please do it for me?" She raised her red, slightly swollen eyes to him and Lucien felt hot all of a sudden with the pressure that fell on his shoulders.

"I… I would be honoured to do so but… Why me?" 

"Charlie. I met him at a party and then… The reason we dated was thanks to you." 

"Me?" 

"Yeah, you helped me with my spanish so much that I progressed enough to be in the same classes as him… That's how we then started hangin' out and all. And then the free dinners you got us for the Queen Victoria, I went there with him… It's all cause of you…" 

Lucien's eyes couldn't be open wider.

"Mon Dieu…"

"As you know, I don't have a dad, so I didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle in church. I asked Joe from the corner shop to do it, to feel less lonely but… But you should be the one doin' it… So please…"

Lucien's eyes were glistening with the tears he was holding back. 

"O-of course I accept, it would be my honour to do this for you, Victoria…" He pulled her in a fatherly hug and closed his eyes. "When is the wedding exactly, we need to get some new suits. Is there anything I can help with? Tell me and do not think about the money, I will get it sorted out for you, mon enfant." 

[My child]

Mundy softened in a sweet smile. So that was the kind of father that Lucien was, hm?

"I should meet your fiancé. Look, let us know when and where and I shall have a chat with him. I can't let you get married to just anyone, I need to know. Where is he from? His family? Does he still have his parents, what do they work as?" 

Victoria laughed in Lucien's arms. 

"What? I am worried for you, Victoria. It is out of the question to just let you get married to someone you cannot properly build anything with!"

She laughed louder and pulled him into a hug. 

"I missed you so much… Papa L…" 

Lucien looked at Mundy with tears in his eyes. 

"Hey, don't look at me like that, luv'. It's your daughter there, not mine." 

"And you are my everything, Mundy, so she is your daughter as much as she is mine!" 

"What?! Nah, that's not how it works! Also, when you're gonna meet the bloke, I'll just stay with the cats in the van."

"Why?" 

"Remember we're two blokes, that's not exactly normal, eh?" Mundy said, feeding some bits of fish to the cats. 

"Oh, don't worry about it. He knows for L and you." Victoria said. 

"What?! How?! You told him?" Mundy turned as red as a brick in a flash. 

"Nah, I didn't. I think most people who were at the funeral understood, M." Victoria answered. 

"Ah… W-well… I mean…" 

Lucien looked down at Victoria. 

"Let us have some lunch and you can tell us all about this Charlie of yours, hm?" 

"Yeah, thank you so much." She pushed herself to leave a kiss on Lucien's cheek. "You're the best!"

He smiled and left his arms around her shoulders. 

"I am indeed."

"Lu'!"

"L!"

"Meow!"

"Meow!"

-- Later that day --

"Where to now?" Mundy asked.

"To Richard. I need to thank him. Also, let us go to a bakery first, I need to buy something for him." 

"Okay."

"Any good bakeries you would recommend, mon loup?"

[My wolf?]

"Yeah, I know one, let's go." 

They walked through the streets, followed by both cats. 

"Lu', look at the cats." 

Lucien looked back and smiled. They were brushing themselves against each other and lacing their tails together, purring happily. 

"I am happy that she found someone to pur with." Lucien said. 

"Yeah, they're cute."

"I cannot help but think about how much bigger she is now… I remember when she used to fit in my hand, when she bit me on the first night we met, how she held onto my hand…"

"Nostalgic?"

"Partly."

"Partly?" Mundy asked and they stopped at a crossroad.

"Oui. Those were days where Perle was nothing but a baby but at the same time, those were days where I could only dream of approaching you." 

"What? Gonna make me believe that you were shy?" Mundy smiled. 

"Not shy." The light turned to green and both cats looked up at their masters. The family crossed the street. 

"What then?"

"I was as scared as you were shy." 

"Scared? Do I look scary?" Mundy asked and Lucien gave him one of those looks. "Nope, shush, don't answer." 

Lucien smirked. 

"But what were you scared of? That I'd say no?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Mundy. No one has ever said non to me so far." 

The Aussie rolled up his eyes with a smile. 

"Figured… But tell me, why?" 

"Because I knew I was going to my death. I know what it means to lose the person that you live and breathe for, and I didn't want you to go through that." 

They took a turn and the cats happily followed, still trotting on their heels. 

"Well, good job, you did it anyway in the end, eh?"

"Because of you." Lucien answered. 

"Me?" 

"Oui. You were the one to insist that I should confess my feelings to the man I held in my heart. And here we are."

"Gonna complain?"

"Non, of course not." They chuckled and Mundy pushed the bakery door. "Go ahead, I'll wait with the cats outside."

"Fine, I won't be long." 

"Okay," And as Lucien passed in front of Mundy, the Aussie murmured. "Love you, darl, you're gorgeous…" 

Lucien's cheeks turned pink and his eyes brightened up. 

"Moi aussi, mon loup."

[Me too, my wolf.]

Mundy stayed outside and petted the cats while waiting for Lucien and it took the Frenchman a few minutes before he exited the bakery again, a beautifully decorated bag in his hand.

"You were quick."

Lucien smirked.

"Don't give me that look, you know how long I can be in other contexts…"

Mundy's cheeks popped red.

"Lu'...!"

The Frenchman chuckled and they resumed their walk. Within minutes, they were in front of Richard's shop. 

"Right, let's go." 

Mundy pushed the door.

"Good afternoon gentlem- oh! L! M!" 

"And the fluffy P and S." Mundy added, pointing at the cats. Richard dropped his notebook and ran to shake their hands.

"I am delighted to see you both again! And what a change of style! Oh, I need to make something for you both, for your return, L - non! I will not accept any kind of negotiation, this will be a welcome back gift! Paul! Come here!"

Richard's sons both came out of the workshop and after shaking hands with Lucien and Mundy, their father instructed them. 

"Take a good look at these two new men…!" The tailor with the impeccable white moustache started. "Look at this one. He now stands tall, not slouched like before, he has found peace and confidence in himself, he isn't hiding behind a thick mane of hair anymore…" Richard inspected Mundy closely before turning to Lucien. "And here! Oh mon Dieu here! Here is the man that we all dream to be, if not for the hero he is, then for his silhouette, sculpted out of marble with godly proportions! Boys, we need something refreshing, nothing tactical, non! We need something for a sweeter, more calm life. Look at the beard! Where some people see a lack of effort, I see the beginning of a work of art! And this long hair…! M! Take notes! This is poetry! This is romance! This is beauty! Not only are the colours exquisite to the eye but the braid is fantastic! I take it you did it yourself, L?" 

"Oui, I did." 

"The work of an artist… But sorry, I got carried away, pray take a seat…"

Lucien and Mundy sat on the armchair and the cats went each on their lap, Soot went to Mundy and Perle, to her Papa. 

"What brings you here?" 

Lucien handed the plastic bag to Richard. 

"My will and my duty to thank you, Richard." He answered. 

"What for?" Richard accepted the bag and peeked in. 

"For being a witness to my will. I understand the risk that you willingly put yourself in and the least I can do is to thank you." 

"L, this is nothing compared to what you have done and given all these years, please!"

"Richard, non, this is a great risk you are taking, and you have a wife and children… You are making them take a risk with you."

"I always have. Being an informant for the secret services isn't an innocent job, it never had been, so non, really, it is nothing. When Maurice came to me and told me about you, I offered to help before he could even tell me the details."

"Thank you, and please, accept the content of this bag and share it with the family for me." 

Richard looked inside. 

"Oh! I need to hide it from my wife, if she finds this cake, she will never let me have it!"

The gentlemen chuckled around the coffee table. 

"By the way, who is this new cat you have?" Richard asked.

"This is Soot." Lucien answered and he scratched his head. 

"He's Pearl's mate, they're pretty serious." Mundy added.

"Are they?" Richard asked. 

"Yeah, they got four lovely kids." Mundy explained. "Two girls and two boys, they're growin' up nicely. You wouldn't want one by any chance?" 

"A cat?"

"Still kittens, but yeah."

"I will have to discuss it with my wife even though she has always asked me to adopt a pet." Richard answered.

"Ah, then we would be delighted to gift you one of them." Lucien added. 

"Raised them like I did Pearl and Soot. They've got good manners, they're cuddly and still very playful as they're very young. Give it a thought, eh, Richard?" 

"Will do, I promise."

"Which one would you take?" Lucien asked. "We have Diamond and Star, the girls, and Glovy, the boy." 

"Didn't you say there were four?" Richard asked. 

"Oui, but there is one I will gift to someone else, if you see no issue." Lucien answered.

"Of course, of course."

"But yes, Diamond is black with a diamond-shaped white patch on her face, she also has a white fluffy chest. Star is also black but has a white star-shaped patch on her… Well…"

"On her butt." Mundy said. "She's got a white star on her thigh, close to her butt. And Glovy, the little boy, he's a fat one, we're trying to put him on a diet but eh, hard to stop that greedy fluff ball." 

"Quite so, I will see with the missus but she surely would like a lady. There are too many of us men at home, you see?" Richard chuckled. 

"Fair enough, thank you again, Richard." Lucien stood up and put Perle on his shoulders before shaking the tailor's hand. 

"My pleasure, as always. And I am delighted for you two." Richard winked at Mundy and the tall man blushed. He put Soot on his shoulders and headed out of the shop. 

"Where should I send the clothes?" Richard asked. 

"We will let you know whenever we can." Lucien answered. "Thank you." 

"Have a nice day!"

"To you too, mate." 

-- Evening that day -- 

There was a knock on the van's backdoor.

"Come in, love." 

"Bonsoir, mon amour." 

[Good evening, my love.]

Lucien walked in the van and the cats trotted out. 

"Be careful, cats!" Mundy said. 

"Don't worry, Perle and Soot are remarkable parents." Lucien removed his coat and sat on the sofa next to his lover. 

"So, what did you get us for dinner?" Mundy looked at Lucien's hands repeatedly but couldn't see anything in them. 

"I got you something more than just to fill your hungry stomach." Lucien answered, slithering closer to his lover. 

"Where?" Mundy took Lucien's hands and looked at them. Nothing. "Can you at least meet my… uh… hungry lips?" Mundy blushed and Lucien laced his fingers with the Aussie's.

"Listen to you being flirty… That's new…" He leaned to meet his lover's demand. 

"I-I'm tryin'... Feels weird to hear myself say stuff like that. It's like it's not me…" 

"You are doing remarkably well, mon loup." Lucien whispered and his lips finally met Mundy's.

[energypowersaver]

The NSW Led Lighting Scheme

Earlier this year, the NSW government introduced a new lighting scheme that will see up to 20,000 homes in the state save up to $500 on energy bills. There are two main requirements that homeowners need to meet to qualify. First, there must be at least one halogen downlight in a home. Second, the lights must be able to operate with the program's "light sensor" technology. To know more about NSW Led Lighting Scheme, visit the Energy Power Saver website.

Using a LED light for your home is a great idea, but the government scheme can be tricky to understand. There are a number of rebates and incentives that can be used to fund the project, but you may have to go through an accredited certificate provider to get the cash in your pocket.

The best part is that you can use the calculator to estimate your energy bill savings. Aside from saving you money, the technology also makes your home or business more environmentally friendly. LEDs do not require much maintenance, and require less power to operate. There are even products that allow you to correct your power factor.

The best part is that the scheme is not limited to just households. Businesses can apply for rebates to help them upgrade their lighting to LEDs. This is particularly good news for industrial businesses, who are likely to be using a lot of electricity.

Getting a free upgrade to LED lighting in NSW can be a great way to lower your energy bills. There are several different programs available to help you do this, including the Energy Savings Scheme.

The Energy Savings Scheme is a government program designed to help reduce carbon emissions and decrease energy consumption. It's a financial incentive program that enables households and small businesses to replace inefficient lighting with more energy-efficient options.

The NSW Energy Savings Scheme is run by accredited certificate providers, who help implement and administer the program. In 2009, the program supported 27,000 gigawatt hours of energy savings. The program provides incentives for the replacement of incandescent, CFL and halogen lights with more efficient alternatives.

The VEU scheme is also available to households in Victoria. It offers up to $200 in rebates to help households and businesses replace inefficient lighting with more environmentally-friendly options. It's a program that can help households and businesses reduce greenhouse gas emissions by up to 1065kg per year.

Whether you are a consumer or a small business owner, you will have found that the NSW led lighting scheme is a great way to save money on your lighting bills. It helps households replace their old halogen downlights with LED lights and reduces the amount of gas and electricity you use every day. It also supports a wide range of energy efficiency upgrades.

If you want to get the most out of this scheme, you should consult the official government website to find out how to apply for a rebate on your new LED lamps. In addition to the rebate, you can also save on the cost of professional installation. For this reason, the NSW government has created financial incentives for homeowners to replace their old lights with new LEDs. These include financial incentives for installing LEDs in your home, as well as a $33 co-contribution for businesses to upgrade their current LED tubes.

Compared to incandescent light bulbs, LEDs have a significantly longer lifespan. In fact, a typical LED will last about five to ten times longer than an incandescent bulb. To know more about NSW Led Lighting Scheme, visit the Energy Power Saver website.

In addition to its longer life, LEDs are also more energy efficient. An incandescent bulb uses a filament enclosed in a glass bulb. As the bulb heats up, the filament becomes maleable and increases its ability to conduct electricity. LEDs are semiconductors, which are basically small chips. They are usually made of silicon. These semiconductors are used in thousands of products. 

Compared to incandescent lights, LEDs are very hard to damage. They are also relatively small, making them less prone to breaking. Another benefit of LEDs is their ability to be re-used as a heat sink. They can also be recycled through e-waste recyclers. LED bulbs are a good choice for energy-efficient societies. These lights use up to 75% less energy than halogen light bulbs.

[dontcare77ghj]

Staying Awake

Steve x reader x Tony

Masterlist     Sleep Series Masterlist     Halloween/Supernatural Masterlist

The three of you were one being together had been one of the weirdest things the rest of your team had seen. For Tony it hadn’t been usual back in the day to see him with two women on his arms but never a woman and a man, with you the team knew you were polyamorous but they all thought you were too sweet and gentle to get into a relationship with two reckless men, and Steve, well no-one expected him to be in a relationship at all, least of all with the two of you.

It was because hadn’t expected it none of them saw the similarities between the three of you. The intense drive to save everyone and to help others, the sarcasm you all seemed to share, the compassion you all had and the drive you all had.

Your drive is what pushed the three of you to join the Avengers, to help people, but with this drive came issues. Issues with sleep particularly.  The three of you all had an intense drive and when you set your mind to something you couldn’t stop until it was finished, leading to many sleepless nights.

Tony had been in his labs for days. He had a lot of projects that he wanted to start, and finish, and he didn’t want to leave his lab until they were all done.

You and Steve were the only people who saw Tony in the past few days. You would go down to ask him to come to bed, bring him coffee and food when he forgot to ask for any himself, and to spend time with the overworked man.

He was a driven man and liked to do his best for others. That’s why he was spending some much time on is suits and upgrading Parker’s, but he wasn’t taking care of himself and you and Steve were starting to get worried.

“Tony, please just come to bed for the night?” You asked on the third day. “You’re not going to be any use to anyone when you collapse from exhaustion.”

“That’s what the coffee’s for.” Tony said, lifting the cup of cold coffee towards the two of you. “It keeps me sharp.” He added, still not looking up from his work.

“Tony, I watched you butter your toast with your watch.” Steve sighed. “And that was just this morning.” He added, making you laugh at the memory.

“It sort of worked.” Tony defended himself, cheeks turning slightly pink. “It wasn’t even a mistake; it was an experiment to see what other objects could be used to effectively butter toast.”

“Tony, darling, you’re not sharp. You need to sleep.” You tried to persuade him, and when he didn’t answer, you turned to guilting him. “Please Tony, we miss you and the beds so cold without you.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” Tony sighed, looking up from his toys and moving over to the two of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin of your head as he took one of Steve’s hands. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy the last few nights. I swear to whoever’s out there I am almost finished, and I will come to bed in a minute.”

“Do you promise?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.

“Yes, I promise.” Tony said, stepping away from you to place a hand on his heart and raised the other. “You two go get settled and I’ll be right there.”

Both you and Steve shared a look and nodded after a minute. The two of you made it back up to the bedroom and both got changed.

“Hey there, Cap.” You said as Steve wrapped his arms around your waist. He hummed and laid his head on yours as he pulled you closer.

“You look beautiful baby doll.” He told you, causing you to shake your head slightly.

“I’m wearing one of your shirts and some panties, I’m no Victoria Secret model.” You said, with a slight roll of your eyes.

“I don’t care what you’re wearing, you always look beautiful to me baby doll.” He said. Your turned in your arms to face him and placed your hands on his chest.

“Why don’t you show me?” You asked, playing with the hem of his shirt. Steve yanked his shirt off and attached his lips to yours as he led you towards the bed. Your knees met the edge and Steve had just taken your shirt off when the bedroom door opened.

“I came back at the best time.” Tony smirked, stumbling closer to the pair of you. You and Steve shared a concerned look as Tony bumped into a few objects.

“Tony, are you drunk?” You asked, pulling your shirt back on and standing.

“No, no I’m perfectly sober. Just a bit dizzy, maybe a bit tired.” He admitted almost falling over his feet. Steve grabbed him by the waist before he fell and led him over to the bed.

“Are you trying to seduce me, cap?” Tony asked as you leaned down to take his shoes off.

“No, we’re putting you to bed.” Steve answered, laying him under the covers. You got in on his other side and wrapped an arm around his waist as he tried to sit up.

“But I thought we were having sexy times?” He whined. You smiled at the man as Steve got in on his other side.

“No, it’s time for you to sleep.” You told the man, but it didn’t really matter because he was already falling asleep. “Night, Tony. Night, Stevie.” You said laying your head on Tony’s chest.

“Night Y/N.” Steve said, leaning over to kiss your forehead. For the first time in days, Tony was finally in bed asleep with the two of you.

Steve worked far too hard. He was always on a mission, working on a mission report, training or doing something. He liked to keep busy, liked to work on things and try to help save as many people as he could. He liked to help and that’s what he did.

But because he like to help, he could end up running himself into the ground sometimes. He could spend days, even weeks, staying awake to try and do more than he should, more than he could. But he kept pushing, and pushing, and you and Tony were scared he was going to end up getting hurt.

Steve had been gone for nine days. The three of you had spoken over the phone a couple of times, and each time he sounded more exhausted than the last.

He was finally getting back today, and you were anxiously waiting to see what kind of state your boyfriend was in.

“Y/N, stop pacing you’re making me dizzy.” Tony said, watching as you paced the length of your room.

“I can’t help it.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I just really want to see him. See if he’s okay.” You added. Tony reached out and grabbed your free hand as you passed him and pulled you onto his lap.

“Sweetheart, he’s okay.” Tony said. “He’s Captain America, of course he’s okay.”

“You heard him the phone before, Tony. He sounded ready to pass out.” You murmured, looking up at him.

“He’ll be fine. It was a long mission.” Tony told you, playing with the ends of your hair.

“It wasn’t that long a mission.” Steve spoke up from the doorway. You and Tony snapped your heads to look at the blonde who was leaning heavily against the doorway.

“Stevie.” You sighed, jumping off Tony’s lap to greet the super soldier with a hug. “You’re back.” You said into his chest.

“Hey baby doll.” He murmured, placing a kiss onto your head. Tony moved over to the two of you and wrapped his arms around you both. “Hey smartass.”

“Such language, Rogers.” Tony smirked, leaning up to kiss the blonde. “Didn’t expect it out of you.”

“Shut up, Tony.” Steve said, cheeks turning red.

“Come on, you need sleep.” You said, attempting to pull him towards the bed. Steve stopped you from pulling him and smiled guiltily at you.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I’ve still got mission reports to start before I even think about sleep.” Steve said, running his fingers through his hair.

“What you need is a shower.” Tony piped in; nose crinkled as he caught a whiff of his boyfriend. “Because you stink capsicle.”

“It’s on my list.” Steve told you both, cheeks reddening again.

“Well I’m changing your list. Go shower and then you can do your reports and then you have to sleep.” You told Steve, putting a hand on your hip.

“Yes Y/N.” Steve muttered, looking away from you. Raising an eyebrow that meant now, Steve quickly scurried into the bathroom.

“I love it when you take charge like that. It gets me all tingly.” Tony smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Shut it, Tony.” You said, grinning at the man. “Come on I have a plan.” You added before explaining said plan to the man.

When Steve exited the bathroom, the lights were low, you and Tony were in bed with a laptop on and waiting.

“If you have to work on those reports, you might as well be comfortable while you do it.” Tony said, pulling the covers back for the blonde.

Steve readily crawled into bed with the two of you and when he was settled pulled the computer onto his lap. He was only working for a minutes before you pushed him forward and started rubbing his shoulders.

“You look stressed, honey. It’s just to help you relax while you’re working.” You explained, getting a knot out of his back. Steve hummed appreciatively and gladly leaned into your hands. His head started to fall forward as he began to doze.

You moved back to your original spot and Tony gently pushed Steve backwards and took the computer off the bed.

“Just close your eyes for a minute or two Steve.” Tony said, smiling gently.

“You two tricked me.” Steve murmured before falling fast asleep as you and Tony shared a grin.

“Night Tony.” You told the man as you laid your head on Steve’s shoulder.

“Night Y/N.” He said and the two of you fell asleep with Steve in between you. Steve was finally home for the first time in nine days.

Your men liked to say you were a hypocrite. You forced them to get the sleep they needed but when it came to your own sleep needs you generally ignored them. You didn’t necessarily need to be kept busy but when you found something to do, you didn’t stop until you’d finished. It was just who you were and it’s how you’d done things for years.

There was no slowing down, or doing your project in parts, it was all at once or not at all. Steve and Tony thought this was a good quality most of the time but when you started working yourself into the ground, they started to have an issue with this quality.

Currently you’d been working on the computer for almost a week. The three of you had been talking recently about adopting a pet and you became very excited at the prospect of an animal running around, so you’d started to research. You took into account the three of your preferences, dog, cat, Tony wanted a wolf at one point, where you lived and the maintained each option needed.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you don’t need to put this much effort into finding a pet.” Tony tried to tell you as you continued to type on the computer.

“Tony, this is a living thing. We are attempting to bring a living animal into our home, we want to make sure we are 100% ready.” You said, briefly looking up and narrowing your eyes at him. Tony raised his hands in surrender and let the subject drop.

“Baby doll, what are you doing?” Steve asked on the fifth day.

“I found this lady in Ohio’s blog. She sponsors wolves and I just wanted to check out the option.” You told him with a smile as you continued to scroll.

“Baby doll, do you think it’s time to get some sleep?” Steve questioned, sitting next to you on the couch.

“After this I finish this.” You promised, smiling lightly at the blonde. 

But you didn't stick to that promise. Instead, you continued looking at organisations, blogs and pets. You wanted to find the perfect pet for the three of you.

“Okay. Enough is enough.” Tony said on the seventh day. He shut the laptop screen and pulled the computer off your lap, forcing you to look at him. “You are going to drive yourself crazy with this, if you don’t get some sleep.”

“But Tony.” You whined, trying to get the computer back only for Steve to move it further away.

“No Y/N. I know you want to find the perfect option and to make sure it’s the perfect fir for us, but you need to sleep. This isn’t healthy.” He told you, placing his hands on his hips.

“You’re going to make yourself sick, baby doll.” Steve added, looking at you worriedly.

You could tell neither boy was going to back down on this and you honestly didn’t feel so hot at the moment either.

“Okay.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Okay, I give in. I’ll get some sleep.” You attempted to stand but your knees chose that moment to buckle. Before you could fall Steve grabbed you by the waist and picked you up bridal style.

“Let’s get you to bed baby doll.” He said, moving into the bedroom with Tony behind him.

Steve placed you in the bed and he and Tony got in on either side of you.

“Night boys. I love you.” You murmured, already drifting out into the realm of sleep.

“We love you too.” Your boys chorused.

The three of you were determined, passionate, human beings. And that was the reason the three of you were drawn together.

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[artificialqueens]

Whiskey Girls, Chapter 1 (Branjie) - Mac

AN: Hi hi! So this is a little thing I’ve been working on for a bit! Thanks to Meggie for betaing and being a gem of a human. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Brooke plays lead guitar in an all-female rock band. Vanessa owns the local bar in the tiny town of Walls, Mississippi. It’s the late 60s and it’s hotter than hell.

The oppressive heat and small town backdrop act as the perfect set for their chance encounter.

The summer of ‘68 brought record high temperatures to the Mississippi Delta, Desoto County ranking among the top ten hottest places in the US that year. Temperatures reached upwards of 110 degrees for two straight weeks.

But if you asked any local, they would tell you the same: it’s not the heat that gets you, it’s the humidity.

…

Rolling up into the little town of Walls, Brooke smiled instinctively, the small town ambiance reminding her of her own upbringing in a little community on the outskirts of Ontario. Though to be fair, Walls had that southern American flair that not many other places could boast. In that, it was ridiculously hot and housed a maximum population of 3,000.

This was made evident by the lack of buildings, or maybe Brooke had just gotten used to the bustling city streets of Los Angeles. Even after only a few month’s residence in the city, she had already become accustomed to the fast-paced nature of life there.

It was oddly refreshing when their tour bus pulled up to the only motel in town, the age stains on the outside of the establishment calming in their simplicity. The garish aqua of the doors clashed with the faded rust-red window trimmings, making the whole layout horrendously outdated.

But Victoria Motel stood proudly in its place, not looking a day over ancient.

Brooke liked it that way.

She and her fellow bandmates piled out of the bus, bags thrown over their shoulders, as they headed toward the small office just off the collection of rooms.

Nina went in and got their room keys, as was customary after they sent Yvie in a few stops ago and got the cops called on them. They were even deeper in the south now and attracted enough attention as an all-female rock band as it was, they didn’t need any more trouble.

As the group stumbled down the long corridor, dragging their feet in their exhaustion, Brooke chanced a look around, noting vending and ice machines just past the farthest room. She felt sweat on the back of her neck begin to slide down her spine, slipping down each vertebra with every step she took. As more sweat began to prick at her hairline, Brooke was faced with a hard truth, the heat was inescapable.

They had barely unlocked the door to room 138 when Yvie launched herself onto the only bed in the rundown room.

“Dibs,” she mumbled against the off-white comforter.

Nina just rolled her eyes and looked to Brooke who shrugged. They both turned in time to see Scarlet get a running start from the door and launch herself on top of Yvie, the younger of the two shrieked at the sudden weight on top of her.

Nina and Brooke just backed away slowly, content to let the pair fight it out.

They walked a few steps over to the adjacent room, pushing open the door with a bit of extra force as it stuck to the frame initially.

They surveyed their home for the next few weeks.

The walls were a drab sort of yellow that was patchy in some places, exposing the much rougher green pigment beneath it. The comforter on the bed looked worn in the middle.

But Brooke set her things down anyway, her precious guitar in the far corner of the room next to the bathroom. Nina smiled when she wasn’t looking.

The older woman stretched out on the uncomfortable-looking bed as Brooke turned around.

“You hungry?”

Nina shook her head.

“You about to pass out?”

Nina nodded, letting her eyes drift shut.

Brooke smiled softly to herself before turning to look at the still-open door to their room. “Well, I’m gonna go look around the town a bit.”

Nina pried one knowing eye open. “I knew you would.”

Brooke wiped at the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Go on.” Nina nodded toward the door.

Brooke gave her oldest friend an appreciative smile before shutting the door behind her quietly.

Brooke breathed in the hot Mississippi air, and a part of her felt like it never left her lungs. She walked down a few dirt roads before coming upon a paved street that led to what she presumed to be the heart of the town.

There was a collection of storefronts: a hair shop, a grocery store, and a municipal building all shared one edifice. Across the street was a drugstore and hardware shop. Each local business named after presumable residents of Walls.

Brooke continued walking down the sidewalk, noting the smattering of flyers on a bookstore front.

She came to the end of the street to find a bustling diner and the town’s local bar, Vanjie’s.

It was a bit run down, looked a bit like a barn, felt every bit what Brooke had expected from the small town.

The cheery music and boisterous conversations that could be heard just outside the establishment filled Brooke with surprising calm. The windows were wide open. They had to be with the Mississippi heat being what it was. But they also allowed the combination of music and conversation to flow freely out to her, drawing Brooke closer.

The well-worn wooden steps creaked as Brooke ascended them. The crisp summer night air brushed against her cheeks, and she smiled instinctively as warm light spilled out of the building and across her form.

She pushed open the door, noting the chime of the bell above her head.

The bar was crowded, but not overly so. Locals were gathered in groups around tables or waiting in line for pool. Brooke eyed an unused dartboard in the far corner next to the bar.

But what really caught Brooke’s attention was the pretty girl tending said bar.

She had her head thrown back in a raucous laugh that beat and echoed against the dark wood walls. Brooke found herself helplessly pulled closer to the gorgeous woman, whose chocolate brown eyes and wavy dark hair framed her face almost angelically.

Brooke pulled up a stool, the rough wood scratching against the floor.

The woman didn’t notice her at first, enthralled by an older man’s outrageous facial expressions coupled with his wide sweeping gestures.

Brooke watched for a while, as the pretty brunette gave laugh after laugh to the poor soul.

She only noticed Brooke’s presence when the man she had been paying so much attention to nodded in her direction. The bartender thanked him with a gentle hand that lingered a bit too long, before making her way over to Brooke’s side of the bar, sidling up and leaning across the counter.

“Haven’t seen you ‘round before,” the woman drawled, her accent thick, but not strong enough to overpower her words.

Brooke looked up from where she had been fiddling with the corner of a napkin, and god the bartender was even more beautiful up close.

“No, you wouldn’t have,” she mused.

“Just passin’ through?”

Brooke smiled to herself. “My band is on tour. We’re making a stop here for a few weeks.”

“Oh, you in a band?” The woman raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to impress me?” she teased.

Brooke chuckled and looked down to fiddle with the napkin again. “No, but I play guitar.”

“And why’s that impressive?”

Brooke glanced back up with a devilish smirk. “It means I know how to use my fingers.”

Usually, when Brooke came on strong to women they did one of two things, they either melted on the spot or rejected her without another word.

But this woman, this gorgeously fascinating woman, just whistled high and shook her head knowingly. “You sound like trouble.”

“You seem the type to like trouble,” Brooke shot back.

The pretty bartender hummed noncommittally, but the corner of her mouth quirked up, which Brooke counted as a win.

She smiled and eased back in her seat, mind suddenly swimming with possibilities.

It wasn’t often that she came across other people like her. The world was changing, albeit at a glacial pace, but it was changing. Still, setting foot on southern soil always made unease pool in Brooke’s stomach. The constant worry, and even fear at times was crippling.

But for some reason this girl seemed to ease that nagging. She made Brooke feel brave.

“What can I get you to drink, Miss Famous Guitar Player?”

“An old fashioned.”

The woman smiled to herself before nodding and turning away.

Brooke watched her walk, openly admiring the view.

She knew she was being ballsy. More reckless than she probably should be seeing as they were in rural Mississippi. But she couldn’t seem to help herself, the charm practically rolling off her tongue of its own free will.

And who was she to deny herself?

When the pretty girl flirted back.

Brooke let her eyes stay fixed on the bartender as she made her way over to the unoccupied dartboard in the corner, beginning to fire shot after shot against the board.

The woman came over to place Brooke’s drink down on the table behind her, and much to Brooke’s surprise, she sat down at said table and propped her feet up on the stool across from her, eyes never leaving the dartboard.

Brooke soon learned her name was Vanessa and she owned the place. Brooke thought she was awfully young to be a business owner, but Vanessa didn’t elaborate. She got up every now and then to top off drinks and keep everything running smoothly, but she always came back to watch Brooke throw dart after dart against the board.

She didn’t say much, only made discontented noises under her breath when Brooke messed up a throw.

After one particularly lousy shot, Vanessa stood up with a huff, her irritation reaching a boiling point. The stool scraping against the floor set Brooke’s nerves alight, but she stood her ground, watching from over her shoulder as Vanessa took three confident steps forward so she was practically flush against Brooke’s back. The younger woman’s hands moved almost in slow motion up toward Brooke’s shoulders.

Her eyes flicked upward in that suspended moment in time, question clear in the dark brown orbs.

‘Is this okay?’

Brooke nodded dumbly, surprising herself with how much she suddenly craved skin to skin contact.

Vanessa smiled, and time moved normally once again as her shorter arm ran the length of Brooke’s outstretched hand, wrapping loosely around Brooke’s that held the dart.

“You gotta line yo’ hand up with the center.” Her breath tickled the base of Brooke’s neck, sending pleasant shivers down to her toes.

Brooke did her best to focus, her mind feeling hazy as Vanessa’s warm exhales beat against her already overheated skin.

“Keep lookin’ at the center,” she instructed. “Don’t look away.”

Brooke focused, lining up her shot with Vanessa’s steady hand as a guide. She breathed in and out slowly, steadying her suddenly racing heartbeat.

Vanessa led her hand slightly back toward their faces.

“One. Two. Three.”

Brooke turned her head just the slightest bit at the last second and the dart went flying, landing with a resounding thud just off center of the bullseye.

“You looked away!” The bartender exclaimed, eyes wide, one hand planted firmly on a hip.

“I couldn’t help it!” Brooke threw her hands up dramatically. “You’re too pretty. It’s distracting.”

Vanessa chuckled and shook her head disbelievingly, “I dunno where you come from, but down here you ain’t talk to another girl like that.”

“Well, where I come from you don’t blush like that unless you’re interested.”

Vanessa bit the inside of her cheek to hide a smile.

Brooke made no attempt to hide hers.

The two women stared at each other for a beat, letting the past few minutes wash over them, getting lost in it.

“I gotta get back to work,” Vanessa finally said, cutting into silence.

Brooke nodded, making no attempt to stop her.

Vanessa lingered a moment, seemingly torn about what to say. She shook her head and made to get back to the bar, but stopped a second later.

She turned back to Brooke. “You’ll come back tomorrow, yeah?”

“Was that a question or a request?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Brooke chuckled and nodded her head. Yes. She would come back tomorrow

…

As Vanessa locked up the bar for the night, she found her mind kept drifting back to the beautiful blonde stranger. Her long legs and bright blue eyes and her incessant flirting that Vanessa really should have put a stop to sooner.

She still wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t. If anyone else had been half as brazen as the woman, Vanessa would have kicked them to the curb without a second thought.

But for some reason, the playful smile at Vanessa’s lips wouldn’t abate.

No matter how much she wanted it to.