#Mae Capone | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sansaorgana · 23 days ago

Text

— THE BLUE DRESS

🚨 This fanfic is a repost from 15 Apr 2022 from my different blog. I kept the Author's Note and everything from the fic the same as it was back then.

PAIRING — Jack Nelson x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Jack takes his fiancée shopping but he can’t keep his hands to himself.

AUTHOR’S NOTE [15 Apr 2022] — Based on that ask [the post is no longer up] I have received from the lovely @zablife 💘 And I know I kinda stopped this fic before another round but it’s quite long already and writing a few intimate scenes in the same chapter gets very repetitive.

WARNINGS — dom Jack, public sex, c*ckwarming, light choking

WORD COUNT — 2,770

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18 🔞

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THE BLUE DRESS

Since you had been engaged to Jack, he started to pay for the apartment at the hotel for you to stay at. He didn’t want you to keep living in your small flat and he had also asked you to quit your job. Instead of working five or even six days a week, you became busy with hairstylist appointments, manicure, shopping and getting savoir-vivre classes. You found them incredibly funny but you understood why Jack needed his wife to know how to act around people from the so-called society.

Jack Nelson was going places and you were extremely proud to be the one he wanted to take with himself.

The fact that he was paying for your apartment meant that he had also owned a key to it and he never hesitated to use it without letting you know first. You didn’t even get scared at the sight of him leaning on the doorway while you were laying on the sofa and reading a newspaper.

You just looked at him, irritated. Jack smirked and you huffed before throwing the newspaper at him.

“And what was that for? Nice to see you, too!” He raised his eyebrows and removed the newspaper from his face.

“Look at the third page!” you scoffed and sighed.

Jack opened the newspaper and found the third page quickly before squinting his eyes at the printed picture.

“Mae Capone?” he asked to make sure that had been what you wanted him to see.

“Yes!” you crossed your arms.

“What about her?” Jack shook his head, confused.

“Look at her fucking fur, Jack!” you rolled your eyes. “Why don’t I have one like that?!”

Jack took a deep breath in and put the newspaper down slowly while clenching his jaw. You kept watching him carefully from the corner of your eye, perfectly aware of the fact that you had been pushing the limits and acting way too bratty for his liking.

“Because, doll,” he drawled out the last word like it was not a pet name at all, “you deserve a better fur than hers,” he finished eventually and stood above you with his hands in his pockets in an arrogant manner. You suddenly felt so little and vulnerable.

“You say so, baby?” you batted your eyelashes.

“Yeah, so dress up. We’re going shopping,” Jack pointed his finger at you and then he moved it up.

“Oh, Jack!” you squealed and jumped off of the sofa to throw your hands around his neck. “You’re the best!”

“Am I the best only when I buy you pretty things, doll?” he chuckled and patted your back.

“Of course not! After all, you haven’t bought me anything yet today!” you giggled.

As a little girl you had spent hours in front of that store with your nose and cheeks pressed to the glass window, staring at all the pretty clothes, hats and scarfs inside. Your mother had been holding your hand and staring as well until one of the women working there would tell you to finally go away.

Now you were inside that store and all the ladies were running around like headless chickens just to satisfy your whims.

Just because Jack had promised you a new fur didn’t mean he wouldn’t buy you plenty of other things, too. Therefore, you found yourself trying on new dresses in front of the mirror while he was sitting comfortably on a huge pouf in the middle of the room.

“What about this one?” you asked him about the blue gown, definitely not convinced about the way it had presented itself on your body.

“Perfect,” Jack smirked.

“Baby!” you whined. “Be honest!”

“Perfect,” he repeated and you sighed.

“Okay, let me ask in a different way,” you put your hands on your hips. “Would you take me wearing that for lunch with the governor of Massachusetts?”

“Goodness, no!” Jack let out a chuckle and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Then I don’t want it,” you shrugged your arms and went to the fitting room despite Jack rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air.

“Aw, come on, baby!” you heard him but you ignored that and closed the wooden door behind you to proceed with taking the silky fabric off of your shoulders.

Jack didn’t even bother to knock – he simply followed you inside and you squealed before he shushed you and closed the door after himself, making sure to lock them.

“What are you doing?! You’re not allowed here!” you hissed at him.

“Honey, I am allowed wherever I fucking want,” he reminded you and took a step forward to put his hands on your hips. You could see him in the reflection of the mirror, towering over you and leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Now, let me make this clear, doll,” he started and moved his right hand higher, leaving goosebumps on your skin under the gown, “I am not marrying you to show you off, you hear me? That will be lots of fun but for that alone I could marry any whore.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head. Jack’s hand found itself on your bare shoulders, his fingertips caressing the burning skin gently.

“Just because you can’t wear this dress when we go out, doesn’t mean you can’t wear it when we’re alone,” he muttered and pressed his body to yours so you could feel a pleasant surprise on your lower back. “You feel what it’s doing to me, baby?”

You bit your lip and nodded once again, already getting dizzy from imagining what would happen now.

“And, as my wife, I want you to wear such dresses at home very often,” Jack smirked and put his left hand around your throat but without squeezing it – the touch itself was a reminder of his power over you.

“Wouldn’t I be too much of a distraction, Mr. Nelson?” you asked in an innocent manner.

“Oh, don’t you let your pretty head worry about that,” he chuckled softly and kissed the back of your neck and shoulders while keeping your head up to expose more of your throat where his lips could leave feverish kisses as well.

“Jack…” you moaned and grabbed his hands.

“Yes, doll?”

“Please, let’s go home now… I don’t care about shopping, we can come back here another day,” you swallowed thickly.

“Oh, no, I want to buy that fur today,” he insisted and you whined. “Aw, what is it? You won’t be able to wait?”

“Jack, please, you’re teasing…” you shut your eyes and gasped at the feeling of his hand hitching up your dress and caressing your thigh. “Jack…”

“Well, I can ease some tension if you keep quiet, baby,” he promised and threw your head back to press it to his chest while his right hand touched you between your legs. “Fuck, you’re so wet already?” he teased and you squealed. Jack squeezed his hand around your throat lightly to remind you about keeping quiet as the fingers of his other hand kept playing with your folds under the material of your panties.

When his knuckles brushed your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hands clutched on his left wrist, digging your nails deep into his skin.

“There, baby?” he asked and looked down to watch your dazed face. You nodded, trying not to let any sound out of your mouth. After your response, Jack proceeded to rub your clit and draw circles on it as your legs were starting to tremble. “Aren’t you needy?” he asked. “If you could, you’d just want me to do that all day long, you fucking minx.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” he kissed your cheek and took a step forward to press your body to the wall. You placed your hands flat on the wooden surface and pressed one of your cheeks to it as well as Jack hitched the dress up above your waist and removed your panties for good. “Now, be a good girl if you want that fur, hm?”

You nodded vigorously, feeling your wetness dripping down your spread legs. Jack held your hips and entered you slowly although the gentleness of the first movement had often been treacherous. His pace became rapid and hasty after that, making your eyes fill with tears. It was difficult to stop yourself from letting out a sound so you covered your mouth with one of your hands as Jack’s fingers were digging into your hips, leaving a fresh set of bruises alongside the old ones.

Then you could feel him leaning over you and putting one of his hands on the wall above yours.

“When you’re my wife, I’m gonna fuck you like that whenever I want to, all over the house. Just gonna hitch up whatever pretty dress you’ll be wearing and use you, doll,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making you clench around his cock. “Aw, you like it, don’t you, baby?” Jack smirked and moved his left hand from your hips to your clit, putting pressure right where you needed it.

Your vision went blurry and you let out one short squeal while reaching your high as Jack hid his face in the crook of your neck, which muffled his deep groan right before he came deep inside of you. Since you had been engaged, he wasn’t really stopping himself from doing so.

“Fuck,” you whispered after catching a breath. “Fuck, Jack…”

“It’s okay, baby,” he took a step back to clean himself with a handkerchief and make himself look presentable again. In your case it would be much more difficult since your hair was ruffled, your make up was smudged and his cum was dripping down your thigh. “It’s okay,” he shushed you and caressed your cheeks, “you’ve been a good girl,” he assured. “Now, put that dress back on and brush your hair, alright, baby?” He kissed your forehead and left the fitting room.

“Oh! Mr. Nelson!” you heard one of the saleswomen. “Everything alright?”

“Yes, I’ve just been helping my fiancée with the buttons,” he cleared his throat, sounding as nonchalant as ever. “We’re taking the blue dress and that fur.”

“Yes, sir.”

You took a deep breath in and fixed yourself in the mirror, trying to ignore the fact your legs were shaky like they were made of jelly. Then you made sure that the new dress was all buttoned up and you hid your discarded panties into your purse before walking out of the fitting room.

Jack was waiting for you by the door. He was holding your new fur – the one you had been trying on before the dresses – and he was grinning at the way you walked.

You only rolled your eyes and he held the door in front of you. At the sight of you two, Jack’s driver left the limousine and opened the car’s door so you could get inside.

You sat in the backseat and Jack handed him the fur. The boy put it in the trunk carefully and sat by the wheel.

“Where to, Mr. Nelson?”

“(Y/N)’s hotel,” Jack answered and then he laid his eyes on you. “What’s wrong, doll?” he furrowed his brow because you looked quite uncomfortable.

“It’s leaking out, Jack,” you whined in a whisper and he chuckled before nodding his head.

“Roll up the partition, Billy,” Jack told the driver and the boy nodded.

When the black divider between him and you two rolled all the way up, Jack grabbed you by your hips and sat you on his lap.

“If it’s leaking out, then we better do something about it, don’t you think, baby?” he smirked and you giggled before nodding your head and cupping his face to shower him with kisses.

Jack worked on the buttons of his trousers and once his cock was out, he lowered your hips on his length. He was hard again already, he had never seemed to have any problems with that and you only hoped it would stay this way for some time since he was a bit older than you.

You hissed the moment you could feel his whole cock inside and the short kiss you had been sharing became more passionate and heated. You grabbed his shoulders and started to move your hips but Jack held your chin and made you look deep into his eyes.

“No moving, doll. Just sit still like a good girl,” he ordered.

You nodded your head and tensed your muscles to stop yourself from grinding on him which had been incredibly difficult but you didn’t want to disobey him after he had bought you a new dress and fur.

“Relax, doll,” Jack chuckled and put his hands on your waist. “Relax, don’t be so tense,” he told you and you tried to ease your muscles. “You see? Much better,” he smirked and you leaned in to keep kissing him.

His big hands were roaming around your back and when the car bumped on the road, you let out a moan into his mouth. Jack laughed. “Felt nice, didn’t it?”

“Fuck, Jack, I can’t hold on anymore,” you complained. “Please, let me… Please…”

“Being impatient is not a good trait, doll,” he teased. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“What good things, Jack?”

“You can ride me now but I won’t touch you for the rest of the day,” he threatened. “But if you keep being a good girl now, I’m gonna fuck your brains out once we’re at the hotel. Over and over again. The choice is yours.”

“You’re such a meanie, Jack,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as another bump on the road had given you the desperately craved friction deep inside your core.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he encouraged you to keep still. You couldn’t believe that he actually enjoyed not being ridden by you. He just loved to have control over you and you could only wish that you minded that more.

“Mr. Nelson, we’re at the hotel,” the driver’s voice reached you.

“See, doll?” Jack smirked and gave your asscheek a light spank. “It was easy, hm?”

“Not at all, baby!” you sighed and moved out of his lap, feeling incredibly empty between your legs. Jack buttoned up his trousers and knocked at the door so the driver would open the door in front of you two.

“Thank you, Billy. Give the fur to one of the bellhops and tell him to bring it to Miss (Y/L/N)’s room,” he told the driver, gave him a tip and followed you inside.

Despite your shaky legs you were almost running to the elevators, cursing Jack for renting you a room on such a high floor. You prayed for the elevator to be empty but sadly it was not so you had to stand next to each other and pretend that you weren’t about to explode at any given moment.

When you were finally on your floor, you searched the purse chaotically and took out the key to open the door. The moment you found yourself inside, you felt Jack pressing your back to the wall and attacking your mouth with a heated kiss. You dropped your purse and moved your hands to the back of his head.

Never breaking the kiss and moaning into each others’ mouths you made your way to the bedroom where Jack pushed you on the bed and leaned over you like a predator over his prey. You batted your eyelashes and spread your legs open in an instant.

“Still needy?” he teased.

“Always needy, Mr. Nelson,” you nodded and brought him even closer by pulling his jacket.

“I guess my duty is to fulfill your needs, Mrs. Nelson…?” he asked and you could feel your cheeks burning at him calling you that.

“Not yet!” you giggled.

“But soon, my girl,” he clashed his lips with yours and held your left hand before raising it to place a kiss on its palm. “There it is, my ring,” his eyes sparkled at the gem resting on your finger. “So the whole fucking city knows that you’re mine, doll.”

MASTERLIST

#jack nelson x reader #lilysfiction

12 notes · View notes

ghastlyfilters · 9 months ago

Text

ain’t that somethin’ | al capone x fem!reader

pairing; al capone x fem!reader

warnings; mentions of facial scarring, a little angst

a/n; this version of al is entirely based on stephen graham’s portrayal of him in boardwalk empire! (also yo i’ve been fucking dying to write about boardwalk empire for AGES)

plot; imagine al deep down feeling insecure about his scars, and his girlfriend telling him how truly beautiful she finds him with them.

(au where al isn’t married to mae ofc)

MASTERLIST

gif by fancykraken!

Al fiddled with his pen as he sat in his office within the walls of the Four Deuces. Johnny wasn’t around today. He was taking care of some business elsewhere. Thank fuck. Al didn’t exactly miss any of his demands or shitty remarks.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing to himself. Al was never really the type to often feel emotionally drained. And when he did, he hid it rather well. But today he was in no mood for putting on a false smile.

“Al?” Said that same old sweet voice. He lifted his head, now staring at the beautiful woman smiling at him from the doorway.

“What?!” He barked, wanting to curse at himself for sounding so harsh. But it seemed that he really couldn’t help it.

Y/n didn’t look too bothered. She was quite used to his outbursts and mood swings. In fact, she was the only one who put up with them. And Al secretly appreciated that.

“I’m sorry,” Al admitted. “What’s the matter?”

Y/n gave another soft smile. “Nothing it’s just.. well it’s getting a late.. that’s all. We should probably head home.”

“It ain’t late. You’ll last another half hour.” Al said, clutching the pen in his hand.

She glanced at the clock above him, ticking relentlessly. “Al, it’s almost ten at night..”

Al sighed again, rubbing his tired eyes. “I gotta sort out these checks for Johnny, doll..”

Y/n walked over to him, closing the door behind her. Her heels clicked on the hard flooring. A sound that irritated most, but soothed Al knowing it was her presence.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter?” She asked, brushing his hair back with her fingers.

“Huh?”

“Al.”

He knew that stern look meant she sensed something was up. But he still didn’t feel like talking. He put some of the papers away, beginning to finish up.

“Just.. just gimme fifteen minutes, huh? I’ll get my coat and hat from Billy. I Left it at the bar. Then i’ll bring the car around. After that, you can meet me out front.” Al’s eyes looked as though they were practically pleading for dismissal on the conversation.

She slowly nodded, walking away and closing the door once again. Al just sheepishly rubbed his nose and closed his eyes, knowing she’d somehow get this outta him when they got back.

Jesus.

The drive home wasn’t as bad as he expected. She’d managed to take his mind off a lot of the things that had been pestering him lately. She never failed to do so.

Just this one damn thing.

The one thing that he was scared to admit in case she thought any less of a man about him after he’d spoke up on it. Al knew she was constantly understanding, but it was more the burning feeling of embarrassment he couldn’t stand.

They skipped dinner that night. No wonder seeing as it was even later now. He didn’t want her to bother cooking at this time. Not when the reason they were home so late was his fault. Johnny easily wouldn’t have minded if Al got up early the next morning to come in and sort the shit that needed done. But Al was trying to do anything to distract himself from the confrontation he’d soon face at home.

As the two lay in bed, Y/n turned to him, and he knew the questions would soon start dropping.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter now?” She blurted out, nestling herself closer into his chest.

Al rolled his eyes. “It’s nothin’.”

“Sure, sure. So there isn’t a particular reason why you’ve chose to be Gloomy Gus all day?” Y/n pushed further.

He sat up a little, trying to avoid eye contact. “Cmon, doll. Lay off a bit, huh?”

Y/n wasn’t amused with his answer. “Alphonse, per favore aprimi.”

His eyes widened a little as she spoke to him in Italian, knowing she was now getting serious. But alas, he had no interest in opening up.

“Non voglio.” Al replied, closing his eyes.

She was getting frustrated, feeling unsettled by the awkward atmosphere. “Al, per favore!”

“Fine! You wanna know so bad? It’s these fuckin’ scars!”

The room fell silent, and the corners of her lips twitched downward into a small frown. She wasn’t expecting that answer.

“What?”

“The scars,” Al said. “They’ve just.. I dunno.. been botherin’ me lately..”

Y/n raised a brow, trying to understand but was still very confused. “Are they.. um.. hurting?”

“No!” He spat. It was clear he himself was also getting frustrated, not knowing what to say next. “They’ve healed by now. They’re fine. It’s just.. I-I don’t like em as much as people think I do.”

She blinked. “You mean when people think you always take pride in the nickname Scarface?”

“Yeah.” Al replied, fidgeting with his vest.

Y/n sat up to his level, gently pulling away from his touch. “Who said what.”

“Eh?”

“Who said what.” She repeated. “You never usually care about them. What’s got you so upset like this?”

Al huffed, feeling that same old feeling of his cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. “Couple a’ guys on the business thing with Johnny. Smug little fucks. Ain’t ever got under my skin as bad as this..”

She gave him a gentle smile, wrapping an arm around him. “You’re still beautiful, Al.”

“I know.” He joked, giving a slight smirk, which soon fell back into a frown. Even right now he wasn’t in the mood to be as sarky as he always was.

“I mean it,” Y/n told him, taking him by the hand.

He looked up at her, those chocolate brown eyes sparkling with adoration. Something that never failed to make her melt.

“Your scars aren’t a weakness, Al. Neither are your feelings. Only you can be your own enemy here and treat them like they are. I’ve known you for fuckin’ years. With and without them,” she smiled, gesturing to the scars down the left side of his face. “They aren’t a flaw. Some may see them as hauntingly beautiful. But me? I just see the beauty part. Nothing else.”

Al began to chuckle, and that chuckle soon turned into a giggle, then his classic booming laughter that was practically music to her ears.

“Ain’t that somethin’..” He grinned, still laughing.

Al put his hand on her cheek, caressing it. “Is this the part where I say you’re the best little fuckin’ beauty i’ve seen in my life?”

She giggled, laughing along with him now. “I don’t think you’d be opposed to it.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, inhaling her sweet scent. She had always been his little doll. And perhaps him being her Scarface wasn’t the end of the world. Atleast it meant he was hers.

“I love you, doll.”

“And I love you, my Scarface in shinin’ armour.”

Al kissed her again. “Some pair a’ cheesy fucks we are.”

man this has motivated me to write a shit ton for al in boardwalk empire now. if you have requests for him, SEND EM IN!!

#al capone boardwalk empire #boardwalk empire x reader #al capone #al capone x reader #fem reader #y/n #boardwalk empire #boardwalk #stephen graham #angst to comfort <3 #angst #scarface #ghastlyfilters

36 notes · View notes

b4bygangst3r · 1 month ago

Note

You wanna fight? Come on, now get ready to hang Cause the Kuzuryu gang about to end with a bang Tough survivor from Jabberwock has unfortunately come to meet his end So take a seat, put your hands up, and say hello to my little friend Why don’t you take a fucking chill pill, baby, your attitude’s overly tight (That's right) 'Cause your rage ended Mahiru’s life and your own little lover slashed open your eye She died, slain by the bear of terrific despair, now you’ve stepped in my lair, so it’s best to prepare You’re pretty ballsy for a kid with no skills, too, but after my verse, you’re gonna wish your parents killed you And what's with your physique? Built like a stick on a tree and a face that just makes you look three Blushing with those rosy cheeks, you belong in a daycare instead of the Japanese streets My gang obeys me, so you won't phase me, wang goes crazy when I bang those ladies And because you're a Gangster baby your cowardice left your girl pushing up daisies

---- I don’t wanna hear shit from the boss baby that they call Guy F Your voice is fucking annoying, that shit goes right through my head I had syphilis yeah, but you're a huge dick, on your scurvy ridden strip filled with bilge rat pricks So allow me to give you a little tip to this man who uses women to deal with his shit You're passionless, your bashfulness is blasphemous and actionless And when I slaughter you and all your dumb little classmates, I’ll make it look like an accident For an abstinent guy you sure like getting fucked over, let me gut your stomach so you’re bleeding like a poser 'Cause when it comes to yakuzas, you're a prime bloke rookie, now I’ll leave you chewed up like your fried dough cookies 'Cause I’m a baller brawler who is here, standing taller and is gonna maul you 'till you’re on the ground as a crawler And I’ll leave another mark coming towards you, you’re the walking definition of a short fuse I’m the MC assassin, slash like Edward Kenway, raps so hard call me Al Dente Used your tool just to kill, now you’re saying you miss her, now I’ll cave your head in like the fate of your sister

/ref

I GET THE REF I GOTCHU

Why do I gotta face this boke? His tactics are a big joke Watch what you're spitting, don't choke! You couldn't even rap without having a stroke Dumbass, I’ll put an end to you Scarface, you couldn’t flee cops in a car chase You’re fucking lame, I’m great, this powdered prick can’t beat me in a footrace I had an impact 'cause I stay tact, meanwhile, you got bitch slapped for not paying taxes I survived the unthinkable and I now have a legacy that’s too unsinkable You spent time in Alcatraz? I’m sure you were fine if you dropped the soap as little as you dropped dope rhymes I’m sure that Mae don’t wanna see ya, with your vile gonnorhea I’m giving your bootlegging business the boot (Ayy), Kuzuryu clan, that shit’s in my roots (Ayy) And if you ever mention Peko again, I will pull out a pistol and I’ll fucking shoot Go ahead Al Capone, spit another witty verse, I won’t be harmed by your bars that occur This bastard couldn’t even battle his heart, guess that’s why they call it a Valentine’s Massacre

----

What the fuck did you say, bitch? I will leave you fucking tore down Keep her name out of your mouth or I’ll sell you to a whore house My heart’s in the right place now but you’re making me fucking pissed off If I hear another word out of your stupid face, I’ll tear your fucking dick off You’re a top gangster? That’s quite hard to see; when you were arrested at age 33! Then you were bullied in prison into mental illness and bribing the cops into setting you free No Tommies or shotguns could bring my ass down motherfucker, I'm the true gangster here Hymie Weiss better come up with new tactics, 'cause I’m the new man that Al Capone fears (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

#in character #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #danganronpa #sdr2 #epic rap battles of history #go away al capone LMAO #okay i like this anon even tho ion know who they are

2 notes · View notes

the-hedge-has-thorns · 5 months ago

Text

The Ending of the End (of Daisy Mae Nitti)

The flickering light of the movie screen reflected in my eyes as I sat in the dark theater, alone in a sea of strangers. I’d seen this film already. Twice, in fact, but it didn’t matter. The movie, the actresses, the music, they were my escape. It had become a ritual, these visits to the theater. The cloying scent of buttered popcorn, the sticky floors, the quiet murmur of people settling into their seats... it was the only place I felt like I could breathe anymore.

Robert and I hardly spoke at home. When we did, it was a cold, brittle exchange. He was hardly ever there anyway, staying late at work, disappearing for hours without explanation. When I asked, he sneered or made some cutting remark about my inability to give him what he wanted: a perfect home, a perfect wife.

I touched my swollen belly, the only part of me that still held hope, still held a future. But even that was fading, dissolving beneath the weight of everything else.

It felt like I was disappearing, piece by piece. The books I used to hide under the bed had been forgotten, tossed out by Robert. I gave up trying to learn, to understand the things that once filled me with excitement. It was easier to just let go. Robert didn’t want me to be more than what I was. A housewife, a shadow of the woman I used to be. And now, I wasn’t sure who I was at all.

That was when I met Marcus Sabel. He sat next to me during one of my many solo trips to the movies, his presence warm and unexpected in the coldness of my world. He introduced himself with a soft, knowing smile, his voice deep and soothing like a melody I hadn’t realized I needed. He didn’t ask about Robert, didn’t pry into the parts of my life that were crumbling. Instead, he saw me. The me that I had forgotten existed.

We talked for hours after that first movie, and then again after the next. Soon, our meetings became routine. He had an air about him that was magnetic, a certain elegance that seemed out of place in the world. Every time I was with him, the heaviness that had clung to me like a shroud lifted just a little, and I could breathe again.

It wasn’t long before I became emotionally entangled with him. He was everything Robert wasn’t. Attentive, kind, playful. And he listened, really listened when I spoke. I found myself sharing things with Marcus that I hadn’t spoken of in years.

I told him about my childhood, growing up in Chicago as the daughter of Frank Nitti, "The Enforcer." I told him how Al and Mae Capone had always been a presence, like some twisted version of an aunt and uncle. How, as a little girl, I never fully understood the gravity of my father's world: the violence, the power, the fear it inspired. To me, they were just family.

Mae used to dote on me, brushing my hair back with her soft hands and telling me stories. Al had a way of making me laugh, even when I sensed that something darker was happening around us. I was a child, but not blind to the realities of their lives.

Then there was Anna, my stepmother. She had married my father when I was still young, a cool, quiet woman who never quite seemed to know what to do with me. We coexisted more than we bonded. And Joseph, my adopted stepbrother. He was a few years older, and though we didn’t share blood, we shared the same house, the same strange upbringing. Joseph and I were close in a way that made me feel protected, like we were both navigating the same chaos.

Marcus never judged. He just listened, his dark eyes soft with understanding. And when he spoke, it was as though he was drawing me out of the past, pulling me back into something brighter, something safer.

Or so I thought.

I should have seen it sooner, the way Marcus seemed too perfect, too otherworldly. The way time slipped away when I was with him. I should have noticed how strange it was that I never really knew where he lived, or why he was always just… there, as if waiting for me.

One evening, after we had watched yet another film and shared another night of conversation, Marcus invited me somewhere new. “I want to show you something special,” he whispered, his voice carrying promise.

I followed him, trusting him implicitly, despite the warnings that had started to flicker in the back of my mind. We walked through a city I thought I knew, but it changed around me, becoming something more. More vibrant, more alive, more surreal. We passed through an archway I hadn’t noticed before, and suddenly, everything shimmered.

The world transformed into a dazzling party, one that seemed endless, filled with music and laughter and color. I had never seen anything like it. It was Arcadia, Marcus told me. He revealed his true nature then... his face shifting, his eyes glowing with an inhuman light. He wasn’t just a man. He was a Fae Keeper, The Host of Cobalt Souls, and I was his new guest.

In this place, every day was a wondrous celebration, and every night was filled with revelry. It was intoxicating, all of it. The endless joy, the intoxicating beauty of Arcadia. I was swept up in it, losing myself in the lights, the music, the adoration. The Host made me feel alive again, but it was a life fueled by something darker.

I became his revitalizing drink, the thing that kept the party going, night after night. He needed me to sustain the endless wonder, to give him and his court the energy to keep dancing, keep laughing, keep celebrating.

But there was a price. I realized too late that I wasn’t just a guest. I was trapped. Time moved differently in Arcadia, and my body… my body wasn’t my own anymore. The baby I had carried inside me was gone, lost somewhere in the madness of that place. I hadn’t even realized when it happened, or how long I had been there.

And back in the real world? Robert wasn’t mourning me. He wasn’t searching for me. He had a replacement. My Fetch, a hollow, empty version of me. She was perfect, the perfect housewife Robert had always wanted, and he was content with her.

I was forgotten.

And as the music swelled around me, I realized that in this endless party, I would never leave. I was The Host’s now, the drink that would keep him and his court alive forever.

But deep inside, where the music couldn’t reach, I was hollow too. I had lost everything... my child, my past, my future. And there was no escaping Arcadia.

Not anymore.

#changeling the lost #ctl #world of darkness #wod #the changeling chronicles #champagne daisy #changeling #spring court

2 notes · View notes