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Lady Of The Blue Bakunawa Ch. 5

Black Afab! OC x Roman Reigns (Pirate Au)

Warnings: Moody Roman, Feisty Jane, Arguing , Cursing, cunnilingus, overstimulation.

Songs this chapter: Young love, Yumeji’s theme, Your hands are cold

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Story cover by @joannasteez

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3 weeks later….

Jane

“ Never take your eye off your opponent”, Adhar warns.

“ Okay”, said Jane as she steadied herself.

“ Just a moment of unfocus and you could end up with a sword sheathed in your gut. It’s how Roman was able to take out Captain Night’s eye”, says Adhar.

“ Ugh don’t remind me”, Jane shivers.

“ Also, don’t pick up a sword unless you're willing to do the unthinkable. If someone is coming at you with a weapon they’ve usually weighed the consequences of killing you. It’s up to you to defend yourself. Night and Roman’s battle was ongoing for almost fifteen years. I don’t think they truly wanted to kill each other until you were involved”, Adhar takes her sword ending the lesson for the day.

Jane appeared puzzled. “Why didn’t they kill each other before?”

“ I’m not sure. To be honest I think it was a game to the both of them. Roman kept him alive out of spite and so did Night. But then you came and…well.”

Jane remained in deep thought. It had been a few weeks since their kiss and the tension had grown between the two of them. Roman hadn’t made any advancements onto her again and she didn’t know how to ask. The hand holding in private still happened but something had fizzled out. She suspected it was because Roman had seen her interactions with Adhar.

Everytime she brought up Adhar he’d grow short and flat. Adhar wasn’t really a flirt, just really cheeky. However, she was sure that Adhar was just a friend. His cheekiness was often misconstrued for flirting and since she was a woman it was assumed that he was attracted to her. In the past weeks of their training she’d come to realize that Adhar was already missing a love. A girl named Kita from back home. The two of them had gotten to know each other better and he’d spoken briefly on his life before piracy. He had a lover and he was exiled from his community. He never got to see Kita again. Adhar’s demeanor was an attempt to chase away his sadness. Ever since then, Jane understood him better.

So when Adhar stood behind her to adjust her grip on the handle of her sword she didn’t panic. Roman caught the two of them a few times during their sessions. This time was no different as he strolled past them on the wind deck heading for his quarters.

Adhar grabs the sword from Jane,“ Why don’t we stop for the day? I’m sure Caden needs your help by now and Roman is shooting me daggers”, Adhar chuckled.

“ Yes, I’m on for lunch preparation. I’ll see you later. Thanks for the lesson”, Jane straightened her apron and headed down to the kitchen.

Caden, John and Allen all worked tirelessly prepping lunch. Lunch was usually left overs from the night's previous dinner. Although no serious cooking was involved, food had to be reheated and distributed to many men. She put on her chef's hat and scrubbed her hands before firing up the stove. Root stew from last night needed boiling and it was now a gelatinous mess waiting to liquify.

“ We don’t have enough for everybody. Caden, can you go in the pantry and pull out the bread for the sandwiches. It’ll have to be half and half to last them until dinner.”

“ Didn’t you hear Jane—-there’s a celebration tonight. There is no dinner except for what we find inland”, said Caden. He makes quick work of laying pieces of bread out to be buttered.

Jane

“ A celebration ?”

“ Ay’, it’s celebration for the ship. Cap’n gained something better when we got the Night star. We still have to dock for some repairs. It’ll only be for the night then back at it in the morning. Not only that but it’s the March solstice. It’s the start of the new season where night is no more. To not celebrate would be bad luck for the land and sea”, Says Caden.

“ I’m not much of a party person”, Jane shrugged.

“ I figured as much. I’ll bring you back something nice. Don’t tell anyone but Roman gave me these”, Caden held his pocket out to reveal 20 gold shillings.

“ Woah…. rich man. Remember me when you buy your big house”, Jane joked.

“ Never M’lady”, Caden smiled as he assembled the sandwiches.

“ Caden where are your parents ?”, Jane asked curiously.

“ Wow nice pivot Jane”, Caden snorted.

Jane winced. “ Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to be pushy. It’s just…you’re a young boy. It breaks my heart to see you do so much on your own. It’s why I asked Roman to let me help out.”

“ Well my mom died from the blue death when I was about 12. My father passed away from smallpox a few months later. Funnily enough they created a vaccine a year after he passed. What luck”, Caden shrugged.

“ I’m sorry”, Jane frowned.

“ S’alright. It’s life. I didn’t suffer for long. Things got better for me.”

“ How did you meet Roman ?”

“ Well when I lost my parents I became an orphan so I was sent away to nuns. I kept getting into trouble and running away. The nuns were harsh….they believed in rough punishments. It was hard for me to get used to it. My dad was a gentle and kind man. My mother was patient. I’d never been spanked by an adult before let alone slapped. It didn’t just stop there though. It got worse. I just wanted to work and be an adult. Looking back I realize that was a bit foolish but.. I met Roman hiding in a port. He gave me coins and bought me food. He kept asking me questions but I wouldn’t budge. He was visiting town for a few days and every night I would be in the same hiding spot. I guess he figured that If someone cared they would have found me by then. Anyhow, he took me in and I thought he was gonna teach me how to be a pirate. That I would learn the sword —get big muscles and be scary like him. Imagine my surprise after the first 2 days on the ship he places a book in my lap. A stinkin’ book”, Caden scoffs. Jane laughs at that.

“ That sounds like him”, Jane grinned.

“ Oh yeah. He said he wouldn’t teach me how to sword until I finished the book. A dictionary of all things. I couldn’t read very well. He taught me the alphabet again which took about a week. Then I had to learn the sound of the alphabet which took another week. Then we started reading the dictionary and guess how long it took me. Just guess ?” Caden crossed his arms in a challenge.

“ Uh…a week?”, Jane spoke with hopefulness.

“ Three Bloody MONTHS”, Caden flailed his arms.

“ Roman thought you deserved some semblance of an education. That’s a good thing. It’s more than most people get …trust me”, Jane smiled admirably despite wanting to laugh.

“ Yes and it was awful. Eventually I was able to start my position as a cabin boy 6 months after joining the ship. It took time learning how to address Roman.”

“ I’m sure you’re better for it”, said Jane. She was shocked to know the lengths Roman went for Caleb. Someone in his position wouldn’t really care about providing basic needs for a child he didn’t know. It’s not like Caleb was his child… but yet he did.

“ He took me to the doctor. Apparently I had scurvy and was rattleboned. I mean I was every bit of a flea ridden mutt at that point but Roman took care of it all. Then he’d send me to work and I could only refer to him as Captain. I don’t think he likes his affection to be witnessed by other people very much. I know Roman cares about me like family but he’d never say it and he wouldn’t want it to be discussed with others. The funny thing is we all know that Roman is good to the crew and has made accommodations for many of us when asked but we never really say anything about it to each other. It’s just…known ”, Caleb pondered as he added meat to the bread.

“ Roman can be a very sweet and gentleman. I’ve been introduced to that side of him and I’m grateful for it. I’m not sure I like the other side quite yet”, she pondered as she remembered his knife slicing through the skull of his mortal enemy Night.

“ Ay’ but he’s a pirate after all. He can’t be nice all the time otherwise nobody would be scared of him. I mean his name alone is a nightmare to some people. It’s what keeps us safe. Plus other pirates would probably think him a joke for taking in some ol’ kid.”

“ He’s a person. As kind and cruel and ever changing as all of us. No matter how hard his peers try to hide their humanity they are still slaves to their flesh. People are people..the way I see it”, Jane nods.

“ Well when you put it like that I’m glad I got one of the nicer pirates. Not the kind that use their cabin boys as jesters and pets”, Caden frowned.

“ Me too”, Jane shivered thinking about her encounter with Nights crew. She’d thank the stars for running into civilized pirates.

“ Sometimes…it feels like he’s my father and other times he’s my big brother. Other times…he’s an ass.”

“ Haven’t met the ass quite yet”, Jane laughed.

“ And you won’t. That’s reserved for nuisances only. Take 10 minutes. I need to speak with her”, Roman sighed in annoyance startling them both.

Caden rolled his eyes and dropped one of the half made sandwiches back on the counter. John and Allen left, following behind the young boy.

“ Hi”, Jane looked up at his tall frame. He was dressed down today in baggy slacks, socks and a baggy cotton shirt half unbuttoned. His hair was pulled up in a bun that seemed slept in. She noticed his beard looked a bit cleaner. She lifted her hand to feel it and playfully tugged it.

“ Did you cut it ?”

“ Not much. Just a small trim.”

“ I like your beard.”

“ Oh I couldn’t tell by how much you yank it every chance you get”, he said with an slightly annoyed yet humorous tone.

“ Sorry”, she smirked playfully before lowering her hand. Despite his obvious moodiness she could see a ghost of a smile on his delicious lips. She contemplated asking for a kiss.

“ As you know there’s a celebration tonight which means that we probably won’t be able to have dinner together. There’s someone I have to meet who has information about where to find the key to the treasure. There’s an entirely different map for the key. I likely won’t be back until late”, says Roman.

“ Oh…Alright. I guess I’ll just read then.”

“ If you’re still awake past midnight, come to my door. We can have a drink.”

“ You excused everybody out of the room just to tell me that ? I’m disappointed”, she teased.

“ Well there was another thing as well but…”, Roman broke eye contact hinting at a sense of guilt. Jane honed in on it.

“ Spit it out”, she taunted.

“ Why….did you ask adhar to teach you sword?”

“ I’m not sure…I’m very comfortable with adhar. He doesn’t make me anxious.”

“ So I make you anxious?”

“ At times yes. For good reasons..”, she whispered. Romans eyes faltered. He paused.

“ Why?”, said Jane.

“ I don’t think that he should be the one to teach you. In fact…I don’t think that you should be using a sword at all in my humble opinion.”

“ Nice to meet you ass.”

“ Now wait I—- “

“ I have to finish making lunch if you don’t mind”, Jane blurted before Roman could get his words out.

“Jane”, Roman blurted at her back that was now turned to him. She didn’t answer. He puffed out an audible sigh and walked away. Why did he have to piss her off while looking his best?

She wasn’t sure if Roman’s comment came from a manly or jealous place. He allowed Alice a high position on the ship despite her gender, so she surmised he was jealous. Still, there was nothing a man could do or say that surprised her. She’d learnt lessons to last her a lifetime regarding the actions of males. It did however slightly disappoint her. If Roman really watched the interactions between Adhar and herself then he would see just how well they got along. He would see that he makes her laugh and really helps with her comfort around some of the other men. They laughed like siblings and gossiped like sisters. There was not an inkling of true romantic or sexual attraction between the two of them. As she served lunch and cleaned behind herself she got angrier and angrier. Roman had officially disappointed her and being sidetracked by it made her even more upset.

The day rolled on like it always does. She mopped the deck with Caden, finished laundry, cleaned bedding and washed her own clothes. Jane had a peculiar sense of melancholy that lasted until nightfall. Most of the men ended up leaving for the night. With the ship left with only a few stragglers, she had a quiet dinner on the wind deck. Caden and Adhar left together in pursuit to find some expensive fighting gear and she wished them luck.

She noticed Roman had finally stepped out of his cabin to head into the city. He briefly nodded to her in acknowledgment and walked down the ramp leading from the ship to the sand. She didn’t bother returning the gesture; instead she watched his hulking frame disappear into a crowd of drunk and happy people socializing on the shoreline. She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

The urge for a concerningly long bath with fancy oils and soaps came over her. She tried a new scented lotion and attempted a new hairstyle. She picked out a fancy night gown and shaped up her eyebrows with tweezers. Pampering herself was becoming a new routine for her and she drew it out as long as she could. There was something cathartic about it but eventually she found herself bored again. She wished Caden was here to make her laugh. With no other chores to fulfill she headed down to the dimly lit kitchen and cut herself two slices of dried fig cake. She took it to her room with her alongside half a pitcher of lemonade.

She placed a napkin in her lap to catch any crumbs. Just as she was getting ready to dig in with her fork, a knock sounded from her door.

“ One second”, she called out, removing the napkin and resting the fork on the plate.

She scurried to the door and opened it to find Earl, looking his usually scruffy and round self. He held a board in his hand and looked around nervously.

“ M-M’lady…I’m sorry to bother you. I was just wondering if you’d like to partake in a game of chess with me? Allen usually plays with me but he’s at the pub”, Earl said in a tingue of a British and German accent. His face reddened when he took in her night gown.

“ Oh …you’re not bothering me at all. It’s just that I don’t really know how to play…”, Jane shrugged.

“ I can teach you. It’s fairly simple. I’ve been playing it for a long time”, Earl pearched up.

“ Okay well why don’t we play in the mess hall. I’ll be down in a moment”, Jane said smiled.

“ Very well”, Earl flashed her a bright smile and waddled down to the third floor. She brought her two slices of cake and lemonade to the table as he set up the chess pieces. The two ate cake as Earl taught her the logistics. She couldn’t think of a better way to end the march solstice.

Roman

Roman treads through the streets of a famous port, boots crackling against loose pebbles and dirt. It was dreary. This had to be his least favorite place to dock because the weather was shit. Port Plado, home of the drunks, fucked weather and scam artists. He made his way into the pub after a five minute walk. Upon entering he was hit with a waft of beer, sex, sweat and smoke. The cheering from the men in the room quieted when he entered. The women however were bold as ever. A woman with thick curly brown hair, pale skin and ruby lips swayed over to him with one breast hanging out from her bustier.

“ Fancy a Frenchy my big pirate?”, purred the harlot taking her hand and rubbing it up and down his arm. Roman turned away gently.

“ I’m spoken for ”, he throws blandly over his shoulder heading for an outdoor leading to a dimly lit hallway. Moans, screams and yelling reverberated off the walls. He finally reached the end of the hallway and opened the door. At the wooden table sat a withered old man with tan skin, white long dreadlocks, milky eyes and a fragile short body. His fingernails were black and he wore gold rings on each finder. A thump of his Tobacco spit hitting the bottom of a can echoed across the empty room.

“ Ah….Roman. Surprised to see you here. And here I thought you were smart enough to heed my warning. Let me guess…you want the map?”, he said.

“ Crane…been awhile”, Roman stalked up to the table with the old man and sat. He removed his hat and poured himself a glass of ale.

“ You’re fuckin’ right it’s been awhile. A decade”, the old man snorted.

He shrugged. “ Give or take”, said Roman.

The old man crossed his arms and leaned back into his wooden chair. “ Well you already know what I’m going to say.”

Roman remained unflinching. “ Name your price”.

“ What you’re doing is foolish boy…”

Roman sighed leaning back in his seat as well. “ Price..”

“ You first.”

“ 10,00 shillings.”

Cranes brow rose in defense. “ I’d imagine that a navigators knowledge is a little bit more valuable than that. Come on.”

Roman could feel irritation running a finger up his spine. He clears his throat and repositions himself in an attempt to shake the annoyance away.

“ After all….without me you can kiss ever finding that treasure goodbye.”

Romans anger peaks. With how shitty the last two weeks had been, he underestimated just how moody he really was. He swiftly pulls out his pocket knife and stabs it between the gap of cranes fingers, lodging the knife into the wooden table. Crane jumps back in shock.

“ If you could go ahead and name your price so I can get off this shit hole of an island I would appreciate it. I’m not in a very good mood”, Roman seethes quietly, briefly pulling his knife back into its sheath.

Crane holds his hands up in surrender, his smirk returning to his face. The pair were never fond of each other. Many pirates had come to know Crane because he was a navigator. Navigators were valuable assets and were often rented for voyages due to their knowledge of the stars. The problem is that none of the men lived to find that key. The navigator's knowledge was photographic and each time he lost a map he could make a new one. Rumor has it, his old crew made an attempt to find the key and he was the only one who survived the trip.

“ 30 thousand shillings”, Crane spat.

Roman furiously dug into his pocket and held up a brown satchel.

“ There is something you’re not telling me. You will not receive this until you give all the additional information about this quest. Something that will actually help us…clues.”

“ It’s a suicide mission anyhow. What would I possibly know? I hold no treasure of my own. What more can I say to help?”

“ Crane…”, Roman warned.

“ The creature that holds this key is as old as time. The place that holds the creature will reveal itself to you but if your heart is not pure you will be destroyed. That means that there is no turning back. You may reach your destination but there is no guarantee that you will have the option to leave. So that should tell you that NO man was deemed worthy enough to claim the key as his.”

“ And you know how ?”

“ Stories of course…the same stories that made you believe that you could find that treasure.”

“ Creature…elaborate.”

“ There is not much that I know. All I know is that there will be a test. You may have a better chance at receiving the key with the likes of a woman or a child.”

“ Because ?”

“ It has a fascination for them or so I hear. Now give me the bloody money”, crane sighed. Roman dropped the bag on the table and flicked it over to crane. The old man eagerly opened it up and counted the coins. It was all there. Crane grabbed an old folded up piece of paper from his pocket and slid it to Roman the same way he slid the satchel. Roman opened it to reveal 10 corddinates.

“ Pleasure doing business with ya’”, Crane tipped his hat and went back to chewing his Tobacco.. Roman stood up and placed his hat back on before making his way to the ship.

Jane

Adhar and Caden had returned happier than ever. Caden bought himself a new coat made from the finest materials, alongside a necklace with a heart shaped silver locket. She gushed about it and thanked him profusely. Adhar had bought himself a new sword and it was absolutely magnificent. She held the sword and watched its shine bounce off the moonlight.

“ It’s so light to be so big ?”, Jane gasped.

“ Means it’s well made”, said Adhar.

More of Roman’s crew came singing on the ship, clearly drunk. They brought a group of musicians on the ship and started dancing with some of the woman they’d surely spend the night with. Adhar grabbed the hand of a brunette girl and danced with her like the dozens of other pirates who had taken a lady for the night. Jane clapped on beat with the drum beats watching her friend dance. Caden offered her to dance and with hesitancy she accepted, spinning around crazily with her friend. She giggled like a maniac, feeling the wind in her hair and underneath her dress.

“Not a party person?”, Caden laughed as he spun with Jane.

“ I’m not”, jane giggled. She let out a soft squeal as Caden passed her to Adhar to dance. Her forehead fell onto Adhar’s shoulder as she tried to catch her breath from laughing so hard. Then suddenly she saw him standing there, brooding, tall and wide. He looked pissed and it stopped her in her tracks. The music seemed to screech at a halt when Roman’s presence was noticed.

“ You lot take that back down to the beach. Some of us like to sleep”, Roman snapped before stalking into his cabin. The shift in the mood changed as the gathering party walked back down the ramp, clutching their playthings to their sides. The mood was ruined.

“ I’ll see you in the morning Jane”, Caden waved as he walked back with everyone else.

Jane was seeing red. Roman was acting like an absolute prick and she surprised even herself as she stomped over to his door and flung it open. She walked inside on a mission. A single candle light illuminated the room and it was more cluttered than usual but not dirty. Still unusual for him.

“ And just what is the matter with you ?!”, Jane snapped.

Roman stood from his desk holding his books and taking them over to the book shelf.

“ I beg your pardon?”, he said with his back turned.

“ Don’t play coy. What’s wrong NOW ?”, Jane snorted.

“ You”, he says quietly.

“ Me ? “

“ Yes —you”, he snapped. His body language turned defensive as he crossed his arms. She slowly closed the space between them.

“ What have I done ?”

“ Jane look, I’m not in the mood for this right now. Enjoy yourself. I have things to do”, Roman dismissed her.

“ I’m not going anywhere. Be a man and tell me what I could have possibly done to make you upset ?”, Jane spat. Roman hated that tone and suddenly he was losing his grip on his temper for the second time today.

“ You call me an ass before I can even so much as utter a reasoning behind my statement. I’m called an ass and then dismissed? You ask Adhar for lessons but not me? Then you’re dancing with him and you’re so content in his arms like there’s no place you’d rather be?”

Jane’s brows rise in confusion.“ You’re jealous? You of all people ??!”

“ Is the sky fucking blue ?”, Roman hissed.

“ I’m sorry that I do not pet your ego the way you like. I’m sorry I’m not living up to the mousey silent role you’re used to seeing me play ”, Jane scoffs.

“ Don’t do that…”, Roman raised his tone half an octave. Still calm but more alert. He points his finger at her. “ Do not do that. Don't pretend that this is my gender. This has nothing to do with that. Don’t cop out with that. Not after everything”, Roman scolds.

“ Well what else could it be ? I’m actually enjoying myself now and suddenly you have a problem with it ?! I thought you’d be happy for me. I thought that me learning to sword would ease your worry after what happened to the Black jewel. But...THIS ?”, said Jane.

“ I have no name or category to identify what we share. I see the way he looks at you.”

“ Adhar is not like that. His heart belongs to another.”

“ I know men. I’m a man, I know a man in lust when I see one. You’re a beautiful woman Jane. Any red blooded male would be a fool not to— “

“ This IS about your gender because you sound like a stupid man !” Jane raged. Roman seemed taken aback for a moment but didn’t dare speak. Even Jane herself looked shocked. Back in London she would NEVER raise her voice to a man—it’s certain to earn a slap. But something so visceral bubbled inside her now.

“ First it’s Adhar. Then it’s your problem with me swording. You’re starting to sound like all the rest of them. So sure that you know what a girl needs—that you know what’s right. That you know the natural order.”

“ You’re are aiming your frustration at the wrong person Jane.”

“ No, I think I’m a damn good shot. Why can’t you see that I’m tired of being the person things happen to. Every moment of my life—victim. VICTIM. I don’t want to be weak. Why can you let me do this for myself ? Why are you so threatened ? You let Alice—

“ Alice wasn’t like you.”

She gets louder. “ What does that even mean?!”

“ Forget it.”

She fully yelling now.“ What does that mean ?!! Alice was stronger ?!!”

“ Jane”, Roman warns in a low tone. Something in her stomach is telling her to leave now before this combusts. Her pride pushes onward.

“ She was taller, more capable ? Not weak like me? So I’m doomed to be a victim!?”

“ Jane” he warns even lower. He rubs his beard with annoyance.

“ I can’t want more for myself ?!”

He erupts..

“ I DIDN'T CARE FOR ALICE LIKE I CARE FOR YOU!”, he roars.

Silence falls.

Roman begins to pace. “ You are driving me to madness. Every moment I think of you…the bruises I saw on you. Your eyes….the way you shook. The way you held yourself like you were preparing for—- he catches himself and closes his eyes for a moment. She watches his tense body language assessing if she should run. However…something told her that she was okay.

“ It’s not that I think you aren’t capable, Jane. It’s that you shouldn’t have to fight. You shouldn’t have to touch a sword. You shouldn’t have to prepare for the worst. You’ve paid your dues —this I know to be true. For your every presence to grace this ship should be nothing short of a privilege. It is a miracle—you’re a miracle. I wanted to take care of you. Even if you forbid me from ever kissing you again. Even if you decide you can’t stand my very presence. Even if you’ve fallen for another..I need to take care of you.”

Jane stands there stunned for a moment. Seeing Roman lose control of the calm demeanor he always presented her with… was shocking. Now as if she’s forced his hand, he finally tells her the depth of what he feels. His irritation was short lived and the truth he blurted seemed to dampen his anger as quickly as it came.

“ And maybe that very desire is chauvinistic. And yes I’m jealous. How can I not be ? We kissed and I’ve been replaying it in my head ever since. You pulled away and I don’t blame you—I promised you I wouldn’t. You needed time and I’ve given you that—I’ll give you more. But can’t I have this ? Am I not allowed to seethe at the way your eyes meet another ? As I fear that I’ve lost your favor in the weeks we’ve been distant? After all, it is you who said that I’m a person. Not just a man but I'm a person Jane. Am I not a slave to my own flesh just like everybody else?”, he says in a quiet begging tone.

Never has a man expressed his desire for her in this way. But not just desire, no. There was adoration….admiration too. He has disarmed her. Now she stared at him with tears rimming her eyes as she felt this unusual need to be closer to him. To hide her face in his chest like an embarrassed child. To cry.

Her voice cracked. “ You can protect me by liberating me, Roman. Arming me to defend myself.”

He sighed in disappointment. “ If you wanted to leave I would have let you.”

“ I chose this.”

“ Why….?”

“ I’ve had more rights on this ship than I’ve had in my entire life. And when you look at me……”, Jane’s eyes trail down to her shoes now and she can’t help but to closer her eyes to speak the words, as if she was hiding from them herself.

“ When you look at me it feels like you're looking AT me. Like you see me on the inside too. Like I’m a whole person. I’m not lesser. You don’t straighten your stance in power when I look away. You don’t smirk when I’m trembling. I’m not some background object or a side character. And you know what that’s like…don't you? You know what it’s like to be observed like an animal…to be treated like furniture. Moved around…herded from place to place like livestock. To be judged for your color, your features, your build, your words, your very essence. You know what it’s like for people to feed on your fear…to survive and sustain themselves on it. You’re the first man who’s ever looked at me—really looked at me like I mattered. That’s why I chose this ship, that's why I chose you Roman. And that’s why I know that after all you’ve done for me…you’ll let me have this too. You’ll be happy for me.”

He melts. Not in his stance but his eyes. They soften and deepen. His brows raise in defeat. His shoulders relax. His gaze darts around the room for reprieve. She has penetrated his defenses. On his cheeks, the faintest flush. He rubbed his fingers along his temples. His self control has weakened. He was back to pacing around the room again.

“Go to bed”, he says firmly.

This catches her off guard. She just spilled his heart out and suddenly had no regard for it. “NO”, she scoffed.

“Jane..”

“Roman..”

“ Jane. GO. TO. BED”, he warns.

“Don’t tell me what to do. You’re not my father.”

“ You’re damn right I’m not your goddamn father. And bless him for dealing with such infuriating —

She slaps him. He hit a soft spot mentioning her father and she slapped him across the face. It happened quicker than she had time to understand and then suddenly his mouth was on hers. Hers was on his. Suddenly, as she tasted the ale on his tongue, she understood what the anger brewing outside the two of them was. Passion. He pauses hesitantly, pulling his face from hers. She claws at his hair forcing his mouth back to hers. He sucks on her tongue pressing her up against the wall.

They stop for a moment, taking a second to stare at one another. The room is filled with panting and unspoken lust. She inhales the air he exhales. Forehead to forehead she can see the uncertainty creeping up on his face.

“ I have been trying hard to be a good man. Do you know the things I think about doing to you?”

“ That’s okay”, she answers desperately twisting against his touch. Desperately wanting friction.

“ I’m not a good man Jane. I kill people. I steal and I lie. Since the moment you’ve been on this ship I’ve tried my best to hide the depravity that I feel when I’m near you. You have possessed me…Jane.”

“ I—I don’t care what you are”, she groans into his mouth trying to catch it with her own. He pulls back further.

“ You will be a criminal by association if you choose me.”

“ I’m already a criminal by British standards. There is nothing left in that life for me”, she hissed in frustration pressing her breast against his chest. She feels up and down his arms and then her fingers tug at his shirt. That nearly unraveled him but he once again restrained himself. She was operating on an entirely animalistic desire.

“ I will—I’ll stop this. Tell me to stop”, he begged as his mouth found her neck.

“No”, she moaned.

“ Say it…say you want me to stop”, he groaned as he bit into her skin.

“ touch me”, she gasped.

And then…everything in the room seemed to swirl and blend into itself. She wasn’t shaking in fear. She wasn’t tearing herself away; she was unequivocally open to him. Their mouths smashed and crashed against one another like how water met rock. Her hands dig into his skin, wishing she could borrow them into his flesh until she merged her bones with his own.

Something was primal about this. These feelings seemed to have boiled to the top and blew the lid on both of their self control. He dragged her like a rag doll over to the front of his desk. He swiped it clean with a massive clatter of objects to the floor before resting her on the hard surface.The kiss continued and it got sloppier. She sucked on his bottom lip unabashedly. Her nails dug into the side of his arm. Her legs parted making room for his large frame. She pulled away motioning for his shirt. He pulls it off in a frenzy exposing his ripped physique. He was covered in tattoos all across his chest and down the left side of his body. Her eyes widened in desire, clawing for his skin and rubbing her fingers against his chiseled stomach. He was firm and soft. She arched into him as he kissed down her neck pulling her nightgown down to expose one of her breasts. He pulls it into his mouth and sucks. She moans at the warmth of his tongue flicking back and forth over the skin. His teeth grazed her nipple and she twitched from the sensation leaning into it once more. He switched to the other nipple while massaging her other breast.

“ These tits..”, he mumbled against a mouthful of breast before kissing back up to her awaiting mouth. Her fingers climbed down to the waistband of his pants before trailing back up to his shoulders. She figured she should mention that she wasn’t sure if she was ready to go all the way. She could feel him unbuckling his pants.

Just before she blurted out the words, he bent to his knees and pushed his hands under her bum, pulling her hips down towards him. Her panties went first and quickly. He bunched up her skirt revealing her naked sex and she instinctively tried to close them. He used to hands to keep them pryed open.

“ …so pretty”, he whispered quietly before licking his thumb and pressing it firmly against her clit. She took a sharp inhale of air and stiffened against the desk. Without warning a hot mouth found her clit and the room melted together in a haze of unidentifiable pleasure. What was this feeling ? How has no woman bothered to mention it to her ?

He pulled away rubbing her clit in circles and watching her squirm. She had no time to adjust as he dragged his tongue in a single swipe through her folds to catch every drop of arousal that stuck to her. They both groaned, him from the taste and her from the intrusion.

A shout spurted from her lips as he sucked her clit again “ Fuck!”, she winced as she found her hand in his hair. Her face was downturned into a permanent pout as he lapped on the mess of her inner thighs. He cleaned her arousal thoroughly before heading straight to her target again.

“ Roman”, she croaked quietly. This feeling was not one that came often to her. She experienced it a handful times before at her own expense. But now it was a sensory overload. His beard, his lips, his tongue, his hands, the cold table —it was different. And not only that, he was enthusiastic about. He groaned like he received pleasure and that confused her. What man could recieve pleasure from inflicting pleasure on his lady? She believed sex to be transactional and serving to one person only. But not anymore as he lapped her clit with the tip of his tongue.

With each pass her fingers dug tighter into his hair and she desperately tried to control the sounds that slipped past her tucked lips. Would somebody hear? Are people still here? Does she sound horrible? What if he doesn’t like the sound ?

But another wave of intense pleasure hit her as he began to swirl his tongue in circles which pulled her out of her thoughts. She pulled his hair unintentionally and he pressed hard against her. His sucking and licking became firmer and the moans she kept concealed slipped out louder. She covered her mouth.

“ Take your hand from your mouth”, He mumbled against her skin. She looked down at him crazily.

“ T-They’ll hear”, She stuttered quietly.

“ This is my ship. If someone’s there then they’ll get the fucking point ”, He rebuttaled followed by a long lap against her whole sex.

She apprehensively took her hand from her mouth and breathed through another overwhelming wave of pleasure. She felt it the most in her core and then it spread all over her body.

He sat back and opened her legs to see her, still keeping his arms hooked around her hips. She looked down at him but quickly reverted her gaze back to the ceiling. He extends his tongue and fucks her opening, filling her with it completely. He gets messy, taking his lips and swiping them up and down her folds, coating himself in her. A gentle slap to her thigh causes her to jump as she looks down at him quizically.

“ W-what”, she gasps.

“ Look at me”, he says before going right back to his pattern. Lap, flick, swirl, suck.

“ I- I can’t. I can’t or I’ll cum”, she whined.

“ That’s the point love,” he chuckled into her which shot vibrations against her sensitive flesh.

“ Come on..”, he coaxed gently rubbing her back and forth with his thumb. She slowly raised her head to look at him.

A wet beard, A long wet pink tongue, and deep brown eyes stared back at her. He flicked at her clit slowly staring her down with no shame and as she suspected, she fell apart within seconds. She shouted. Mortifyingly enough the release was way bigger than she prepared herself for as she felt her body shake and cramp up viciously. He held her down through it—-prolonging it with quick flickers by the tip of his tongue. As for his hair, her fingers were pulling it like horse reins. To get him to stop she had to push his head away. He gave her some reprieve.

There she laid, absolutely wrecked and throbbing. A few moments of silences passed between them as he lapped up her release before finally pulling away. Holy..fuck.

“ We are going to have to break this prissy behavior of yours. Your wound up tight. I want to see what happens when you lose control.” He says in an astute tone.

“ I’m pretty sure I did just a second ago”, she pants.

“ Oh nowhere close dove. Come…sit on my face.”

Her eyes popped out of her head. “ But I already came…just a second ago.”

“ Don’t tell me you’ve never stacked your orgasms on top of each other. Oh you have so much to learn”, he picked her up from the table and placed her on his bed.

“ Get on your hands and knees”, he constructed gently.

Jane obliged and felt him slide into a lying position underneath her. There were no pleasantries, he just buried her face in her cunt. From this angle she could fully feel his breath, his nose, his beard, his warmth— times ten. It instantly drew a long moan from her.

She was already so sensitive from the first climax but Roman’s tongue seemed to find new areas to torture and wring pleasure from. She never thought she’d enjoy riding a tongue until now. He used his hands to rock her up and down, impaling her on his tongue like a cock. He made sure to angle the tip of his nose right at her clit and pressed firmly earning a loud moan from her.

“ Roman wait —-fuck!”, she moaned. He just groaned in appreciation, sucking her clit with fivour.

“ Roman are you sure I’m not suffocating….”, she didn’t even finish the sentence as another high pitched moan rang through her. He didn’t bother to answer and instead hummed against her skin.

Something had changed in his demeanor. He was more ravenous this round, nearly swiping the entirety of her cunt against his face. It was getting to be too much as she got louder and louder, leaning forward to bury her face into one of his pillows. He reached up and snatched it from under her just to hear every whine that came from her mouth.

“I can’t—I’m gonna—- fuck wait !”, she panicked. And sure enough there it was, her second climax. It surprised her that her body gave it up so easily. Perhaps it really needed it. And now it was barreling towards her with vengeance. When it finally slammed into her, she winced and fell face flat on the bed screaming her lungs out.

Her ears were ringing as she felt him pull away. She remained with her face planted. Roman gently nudged her onto her, back assessing the damage. She was properly ruined, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat and a rouge tear making its way down her temple.

He was glorious of course. Shirtless with a soaked beard…panting like he took a jog or something. He sat next to her taking his shirt and wiping his wet beard off and then his neck.

“ Was I wanton enough for you ?”

“ Terribly so”, He chuckled leaning down to kiss her lips. A wave of tiredness came over her. She sat up ready to go back to her cabin. Roman pulled the covers over her in defiance.

“ Stay awhile”, he insists.

“ Are you sure ?”, she croaks tiredly.

“ Positive. I have work to do. Rest”, he leaned down to kiss her forehead. She would protest but a yawn took its place instead. Sleep found her fast.

When she woke up in the morning to the smell of toast she sat up with a proper yawn. Roman sat across the room polishing something shiny.

“ Ah you're awake. Sleep well? I did”, he flashed a white smile at her. She wanted to pull the covers back over her head remembering last night.

“ I….”

“ For you”, he walked over to her and placed a brand new golden sword and a musket in front of her.

“ Adhar can teach you sword. I’ll teach you to shoot.”

#spotify #roman reigns #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x reader #the tribal chief #wwe #wwe smackdown #pirate au #roman reigns au #the head of the table

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moonlit-midnight · 2 years ago

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The girl they love, The boys she adore

Characters: Jade Leech, Floyd Leech.

Genre: Romantic Fluff, Platonic Fluff, Mild Crack.

Summary: Snippets of your wholesome friendship with Floyd and your cute romance with Jade.

Warnings:

Reader is a female and a summer faery.

Bestie!Floyd and Boyfriend!Jade constantly roasting each other.

Excessive cheesiness and use of sweet food as nicknames.

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Floyd Leech had the greatest best friend in the world while Jade Leech had the most lovable girlfriend anyone could ask for.

That girl was none other than you. You were marvelous, and the most darling girl.

From your stunning appearance, distinct features to your weirdest traits, everything about you was endearing.

You were a breath of fresh air, captivating in all your glory and beautifully strange.

The Leech twins had a knack for loving the strangest creatures like you, but what truly made them drawn to you was your little quirks which other people deemed peculiar, but adorable in the eyes of the two brothers.

They simply loved every specks that made you who you are, and everything in between.

. . .

Screw the day you told Floyd that you get hungry sometimes during class.

He might not look like it, but your best friend cared immensely about your well-being.

Ever since that day, he would sneak you some snacks, and you would munch on them very quietly when the professors’ attention weren’t focused on your direction.

It was your fault for tending to skip breakfast, and it was also Floyd’s fault for always bringing you the most outrageously addicting snacks which you couldn’t help but crave during the day.

This little errand of his often ended up with him being in detention.

You think he would just deliver your snacks and rush back to his class, but you were wrong. Most of the time he would stick around your class for the rest of the period.

He would often settle you on his lap and rest his face against the sleek fabric of your blazer to feel your warmth.

“Floyd, sweetie, there’s five minutes left until classes start, so please go back to your class before our professors come.” You placed your hand atop his, rubbing circles on his cold skin with your thumb.

“Don’t wanna.” Floyd whined, tightening his grip on you.

“I promise I’ll spend the rest of the day with you, and play some games after our shift tonight.”

“I wanna stay with you, angel-cake.”

Releasing a long sigh, you glanced at your boyfriend beside you as a last resort.

Ruthless as ever, Jade didn’t waste his time to pinch Floyd’s arm causing him to yelp and instantly set you free from his tight hold.

“Ow! What was that for?” Floyd hissed, glaring sharply at his brother.

“Serves you right.” Jade responded nonchalantly.

“It hurts, you meanie!”

“Shut up and go to your class. I don’t want my darling sunshine to get scolded again. Last week Professor Crewel chided her twice for being too soft on you.”

“Did he really scold you?” Floyd peered at you with a guilty expression.

“Don’t worry about it.” You merely nodded, brushing it off with a smile

“Okay, see you late.” Getting up, Floyd leaned over and kissed your cheek.

At his gentle touch, tiny daises and daffodils bloomed on your hair, and your eyes glowed dazzlingly.

Floyd smiled brightly at the enchanting sight of you.

Summer Faeries were truly magical and magnificent, and he was lucky to have one as a best friend.

. . .

Warm sighs escaped your lips as you relished the comforting feeling of Jade’s cold fingertips tracing your face, and the tingling kisses he pressed on your wrists.

You awfully missed him and these fleeting, intimate moments.

Twelve days had passed since the last time you were alone together, and your lover blamed nobody but Floyd for keeping you to himself half of the time for almost two weeks.

“Don’t go yet.” You murmured, eyes growing droopy.

“As you wish, my love. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, if you want me to.” Drawing you closer, Jade’s lips hovered over the pulse of your throat, leaving you breathless.

“Okay, stay with me.” You hummed, swaying into him.

Your beloved merman started humming a lullaby so you could fall asleep easily, but it was cut off briskly when someone suddenly barged into the room.

“You silly love birds! How dare you ditch your work tonight? Thanks to you both, I worked overtime.” Floyd narrowed his eyes angrily, mostly at his brother since he could never get mad at you.

“How do you like our sweet revenge? This is what you get for keeping my girlfriend to yourself for nearly two weeks.” Jade replied in a snarky tone, carefully releasing you from his arms.

“Payback? I have the rights to spend time with her. She’s also my girl friend.” Floyd snarled menacingly.

“Oh yeah?” Jade smiled wickedly. “She’s your Girl Friend, but with a space in between.”

Goodness! Your boyfriend always had the wittiest and humorous comebacks which amused you.

Unable to control your laughter, you decided to get up, joining the twins in their funny squabble.

You might not admit it out loud, but you enjoyed it when their quarrels involved you.

“And I’m his girlfriend with no space in between.” You leaned on Jade’s arm, staring up at him with a loving gaze.

God, Floyd wanted nothing but to puke at your antics.

For a summer faery girl, a daughter of sunlight and everything bright, you sure can be a little devil sometimes.

. . .

“My sweet sunshine, I love you.” Floyd giggled happily, gently squishing your cheeks, his hands reeking of tangerine.

You were in the courtyard during lunch time, peeling various kinds of oranges and feeding each other.

“That’s the fifth time you said it today.” You leaned into his friendly touch.

“It costs me nothing to say I love you to my best friend, and I really mean it.” Floyd stated, a heartfelt smile tugging his lips.

“I know,” You mirrored his smile. “I love you too, my sweet muffin.”

“Hah, for a boy whose aura screams danger, can’t you come up with a more suitable nickname for a troublemaker like him?” Jade loomed behind you, his tone teasing and sardonic.

Huffing, you turned around and playfully threw an orange peel at your boyfriend which he dodged with ease.

“You're one to talk. As if you aren’t dangerous and mischievous yourself.” You responded sarcastically. “Are you jealous that your brother has many cute nicknames while I only call you my beloved merman?”

“No, I’m not jealous at all.” Jade denied quickly, but the faint blush on his face was a huge giveaway.

“I know you are, big baby.” A soft laugh erupted from you.

“Yep, you definitely are.” Floyd smirked impishly, enjoying the flustered look on his brother.

“He definitely is.” You winked, causing your giddy boyfriend to blush even more.

Although you were more comfortable displaying your affection for Jade in private, you couldn’t resist pulling him down with you on the grass, giving him one of your long, loving kisses full of adoration and sincere love.

As you tangled your hand through his hair, yellow primrose and white cosmos blossomed under your tender touch.

Forget-me-nots and pink geraniums sprouted from the ground beneath you, and evergreen vines hugged the tree barks.

You truly were a wondrous summer faery, a breathtaking being, and Jade was one blessed man to have you both as a friend and a lover.

#✦💖 hannah's musings #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #twst scenarios #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x fluff #floyd leech x fluff #twst x jade leech #twst x floyd leech #twst x jade #twst x floyd #twst x fluff #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #floyd leech

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 4 months ago

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Wrath of Venus

idea credit to @floating-in-the-blue courtesy of this reblog (I also recall some back and forth in the tags but i can't be bothered to find them). Title/band name credit to @legolasghosty. And motivation credit to every single person who sent a rose. This happened exclusively because I didn't want to give Bex snippets to people who don't read Bex 😅. It'll hit ao3 eventually. When i can think of tags. May or may not become a proper AU. Hope y'all enjoy.

JatP | 1404 words | G | ambiguous/pre-Juke | alive AU

Julie’s thoughts are interrupted by an unexpected voice to her left. “Hey, you come here often?”

Julie turns toward him, eyes narrowed as she takes him in from head to toe. Brown shaggy hair, captivating smile, broad shoulders… She grimaces as she notices the cut off tee but continues her inspection anyway, taking note of his black pants - surprisingly absent of tears or holes, the countless chains hanging from his waist complete with dangling folded wallet…

“How does anything stay in that?” she asks, pointing to the offending accessory.

He scoops it up and flips it open. “Little secret I have,” he responds with a sly grin. “If you keep it empty, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Julie rolls her eyes. “Broadcasting your poverty isn’t as cute as you seem to think it is.”

He offers a resigned shrug in response. A pause and then, “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Julie.”

“Julie.” He repeats, saying it slowly like he’s feeling her name out in his mouth. She does everything in her power to keep from rolling her eyes. This is one of the worst parts of being involved with the music scene in LA. Men who feel like they’re entitled to her because she exists. Them and the men who feel like she’s an interloper who doesn’t belong there. If she’s really lucky, she’ll encounter a two in one. She’s trying to figure out which this Luke guy is when-

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

Sure, the dingy bar isn’t a great place to hang out or be found, but it’s unfortunately one of the few places for some of the best acts to get their start. And if she wants to keep her edge over her competition, this is where she needs to be. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Could ask the same of you,” she counters.

He sputters for a moment and Julie hides a proud smile behind her glass as she takes a sip of her drink.

She waits patiently for him to recover.

“My band’s playing tonight,” he finally says.

Great. He’s one of those.

She nods politely, choosing to keep her thoughts about guitarists and lead singers to herself. He gives off lead singer energy.

She starts to spin herself back toward the bar when she feels him slide onto the stool beside her. His energy seems to have shifted from that of casual bar patron looking for a hookup to overly excited puppy desperate for attention. She eyes him curiously.

He immediately takes the opening she’s inadvertently offered. “We heard this is the best place to get noticed by this killer agent. Took us weeks to even get booked. And everyone’s so good! Can’t wait for our set.” He looks out toward the floor, scanning the small crowd that’s gathering. “Hope she’s here tonight.”

Julie looks up at the bartender who’s trying their hardest not to laugh. She sends them an amused wink. Julie knows that the staff here are discreet, she’s built a solid relationship with all of them over the last several years and they’ve always got her back when needed. Willie’s been a constant through the ups and downs of her wading her way through this world.

Julie hums in acknowledgement as she tries to decide if she wants to brush this guy off or find out more about him. You know, for work. Obviously.

Curiosity wins out.

“Have I heard of you?”

This time it’s Luke’s turn to consider her carefully.

“I don’t know. We’re still pretty small and-”

“Try me.” Julie can’t help but be amused by how quickly this guy’s energy seems to shift.

“Well, uh…” he stammers.

“Unless you’re lying to pick up women in the bar?”

His eyes widen comically. “What?! No! I promise I’m in a real band that’s playing a real show tonight. Well, set. A small set.”

“Okay,” she gestures toward Willie, silently asking for a copy of tonight’s event poster. They’re not even hiding their eavesdropping at this point and immediately hand her one. She reads through the list, glancing back up at Luke once she’s done.

“Well you’d be cutting it too close to be the next act. I know for a fact that you’re not Midnight Madness or Whisper Cats. And you said it’s your first time playing here so I doubt you’re the headliner. Which means you must be Sunset Curve?”

He sputters at her again. This time she doesn’t bother hiding her grin.

“How did you do that?!” he asks once he’s recovered.

Julie shrugs. “I know things.”

This is, apparently, the wrong thing to say. He eyes her carefully and oh, Julie knows that look. That’s the dude in any male-dominated space’s “I’m about to test you” look. She loathes that look.

He glances up at the bartender, as if he’s considering ordering a drink to fully settle in next to Julie, then back at the stage, then back at Julie.

She raises an eyebrow, part curiosity, part challenge. She’s been here before. Her part in the game never changes, she just needs to wait for them to make their move.

“So who’s your favourite band, then?”

And there it is. She narrows her eyes at him. His tone is just slightly different than most of the guys she encounters but she can’t quite figure out how or why.

“You wouldn’t know them.”

He scoffs. Julie suppresses an eye roll.

“Try me,” he challenges.

“Fine.” She leans forward, into his space, and stares at him. “Wrath of Venus.”

He hums consideringly and takes a long moment to think. Julie waits for the inevitable response of his made up opinion, usually negative, of her completely made up band.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of them,” he finally answers, far too earnestly. “What kind of music do they make?”

This time it’s Julie’s turn to sputter as she’s completely caught off guard. She glances back at Willie who offers her a sympathetic shrug and smile but no actual aid. She glares at them before turning back to face Luke.

“They’re a hard rock girl group,” she finally blurts out.

Luke hums thoughtfully. “That makes sense. I still don’t know enough women-fronted groups. I’m working on it though.” He shimmies his phone out of his pocket. Or tries. From the look of things, his pockets are deeper and tighter than is ideal.

He lets out a small, victorious shout once he finally succeeds. He unlocks it and taps around. “Can you tell me their name again? I want to look into them later!”

“Uhhhhh…” Julie stalls, trying to come up with literally anything to cover her ass. “They’re not on any streaming services yet. Still really new. Up and coming.”

“Oh,” Luke says, dismay clear in his voice, as he pockets his phone again. “I guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for some shows. They’re from here?”

“Uh, no. They, uh… They just come through town once in a while. When they can afford it, you know?”

Luke nods. “Yeah, I do. I’m so glad we actually live here.”

Julie notices the current act finishing up from over his shoulder. She nods toward the stage. “You’re almost up.”

Luke turns toward the stage in a panic. He scrambles off his barstool. “Nice to meet you, Julie!” he calls as he darts off.

She breathes out a sigh of relief. Willie sets a refill of her drink down next to her.

“Say. Nothing,” she warns them.

They mime zipping their lips shut but don’t bother trying to hide the amused grin.

“Watch them actually be good,” she grumbles as she lifts her glass to her lips.

And they were. Really good. Enough so that Julie had to go and properly introduce herself after their set. Thankfully, there wasn’t any real opportunity for Julie’s fake band to come up again as she was introduced to the other band members and they exchanged contact information. She gave herself a mental pat on the back for managing to maintain a professional front through it all.

And after getting over his shock that she was indeed the Ms. Molina from Dahlia Records he’d been hoping for, a downright giddy energy overtook Luke. It would take much longer than is reasonable for Julie to admit how endearing she found it. And would continue to. For better or worse.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #jatp #juke #happy juke jeudi!#<- i never get to contribute to that!#julie molina #luke patterson #nobodys fics #wrath of venus

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theladyalchemist · 19 days ago

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A TALE OF THE DARK KNIGHT & THE PHEONIX SNIPPET ❤️‍🔥

18+

Intro: OKAYY 💋 I’m hella excited lol. Soo I recently made a short story on here about a breakup between me and my ex boyfriend I have 8H/12H synastry with. We are both Pluto/Venus dominant but overall had a very Plutonian relationship. So one emotional stormy mentally insane night, I decided to turn my short story into a real one to release my emotions in a more healthier way, and I just wanna share a snippet with you guys

⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

The Tale of The Dark Knight & The Pheonix ❤️‍🔥

It’s been weeks since I’ve heard from or seen The Dark Knight. I snuck out late to Gavin’s speakeasy, the same bar I attended with my sisters when I first encountered The Dark Knight. I wanted to be alone tonight, so that if I seen him no one would be in the way of me confronting him. I was in agony, and I knew a few drinks would transform my sadness into rage. I needed to be angry at him for what feels like abandonment to me. “A glass of port please” I say as I sit directly in front of Gavin’s younger brother Gus, the bartender, hoping to be seen. This was also the same speakeasy the dark knight did “business” in. As soon as Gus poured my glass I didn’t hesitate to throw it in the back of my throat as if it were a shot of rum. “What brings you here tonight Pheonix the great” he says. “Another glass please” I say with a smirk, but completely ignoring his curiosity. He places his forearms on the bar in front of me, and matches his face with mine. “Since when does Pheonix come here without her sisters?” He pries, while getting up to pour me another glass. I look deep into his eyes before foolishly saying “Maybe I came to see you”. Very manipulative of me yes, but I’m intrigued by my seductive dialogue. “Or maybe you’re here for someone else” he says with a smirk before breaking eye contact and helping the men seated spaces from me. Does he know about my relationship with The Dar-? I shake off the question before I could ask myself, but I couldn’t help to wonder if my desperation to be near him became obvious to those who knew me. It was something about The Dark Knight that nearly consumes my entire soul, and I don’t even know his real name. I just knew he was a mad man and I wanted to be near him which made me a mad woman. I could feel myself becoming madly, obsessively, possessively, dangerously in love. Addicted to a drug that I could feel poisoning my purity. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I couldn’t function the way I did before I let my heart slip into his dirty hands. The same dirty hands I can still feel slithering from my waist up to my breast, caressing my nipples before tightly gripping my neck while kiss- “John the fucking man!” Gus shouts, ruining my vivid memory of what almost led to sex. A man in a suit proceeds to sit next to me; His face is flustered, his neck tie is undone, and his hair a sweaty mess. “Oh man don’t you look like you could use one on the house tonight” Gus teases. “Tripple it” the man says, slipping Gus the crispiest cash. “Two for me and one for the doll next to me” he insisted. I hurried to finish the last of my wine to prepare for the shot in front of me. We toast to “John Knight, the most successful Wall Street investment banker!” Gus boasts, and suddenly…..

To be continued……

#astrology #8th house synastry #12th house synastry #mars synastry #pluto in 1st house #18+ astrology

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noopienoopiernoopiest · 14 days ago

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Hello! I'd like to request a Cubs or Coops snippet featuring Christmas and actual magic, take that as you will 💚❤️

thank youuu

(This one...got long. :) )

Finn breathed a sigh of relief as the kids finally left for the holidays. Sure, there would always be a couple, but Finn was guaranteed at least two weeks where he wasn’t going to have to chase people out of the back stacks on a daily basis.

”Rouge, come on. No one will find us here.”

Okay, so Finn could admit it was a good spot for a clandestine Hogwarts hook up, but still. Surely he and Logan hadn’t been that bad.

(Besides, there hadn’t been any hook ups, clandestine or no, for years now. So even if they were…time had surely reduced the average considerably).

It was maybe a bit morbid to oversee the place where so much of their history had played out.

The initial grudging friendship sparked by late nights studying at the tables while the rest of the Ravenclaws wondered what he was doing (“Seriously, Tremblay, just because you’re a Gryffindor doesn’t mean everything has to be red.”),

The shock of realization that bolted through Finn’s body while he was in the fiction section and realized that the only person he’d ever felt about the way Morgan Le Fey described Lancelot was Logan (“Uhh. Not tonight actually. Haha, yeah. Gotta go finish McGongall’s essay…NO, no. You keep studying.”),

The brushing hands, the burning eyes, the bitten lips over old history tomes that were so delicate the barest brushes of hands would have disintegrated their pages (“Yep. Just…just magic. No move your wand like—Here I’ll show you…oh, sorry. No I—”),

The fever of a thousand kisses in the restricted section (“You’re gorgeous. Do you know that? What? You are, and I’m going to say it and say it and say it.”).

Eventually, the dark night watching Logan’s retreating back, the quickness of his steps and the harsh hand he ran through his hair (“I don’t understand why you’re so scared to admit you love me, Logan? Where are you going? Logan!? Logan.”).

But Finn loved it here. He always had.

He loved Logan. He always had.

“Hi, Finn,” a voice drawled.

He looked up from his woolgathering and found himself looking back into the handsome face of their new Potions master.

Leo Knut had come in, stark in all his dark grey and black, and Finn had brief images of Severus Snape’s portrait, still harassing students in the potions labs years after he’d died. But then Leo had smiled and laughed as he introduced himself as not only an American and a fourth-year potions master, which is what he said, but also as sunshine in a bottle, which is what Finn heard.

“Any chance those scrolls have found their way over to us?” He asked hopefully, rich blue eyes wide.

“Alexandria does—” Finn started.

“Things on their own time. Yep. I remember. Lord, they’re so touchy. One fire and everyone’s got their tails in a knot for a millennium and a half,” Leo finished. Finn’s face did something dire, and he at least had the decency to look a little bashful. “Which is totally warranted on account of their significance to magical scholarship, of course.”

Finn gave him a little smirk as a reward. “Hmm. Good save. You’re forgiven.”

“I don’t remember saying I was sorry.”

“You were working toward it, I’m sure,” Finn said. They’d been like this for weeks and weeks and months. Flirting around one another, but there was always…

“Finn, are you coming to dinner or—? Oh. Hi Leo.”

Ah. There was always just now.

Logan had come back. He’d left but he’d come back two years ago, as lovely as all of Finn’s dreams, and just as remote.

“Hi, Logan. Didn’t know they had you hanging around, too,” Leo said.

“Oui, I thought maybe I could get ahead on the exam.”

Finn shook his head.

“If sixteen-year-old you could hear you, he’d laugh,” Finn said.

“Arithmancy exams are just as hard to write as they were to take,” Logan grumbled.

“You picked it,” Finn singsonged, waving his wand and watching the last of the books drift off to their rightful homes.

“How do you do that? Do they ever get lost?” Leo asked, wonder in his tone.

“Not if they know what’s good for them,” Logan answered. “Finn would never let them hear the end of it.”

“I just got struck by a fantastic question, Professor Tremblay,” Leo said, voice light with amusement.

“Oh, elucidate me, Professor Knut,” Logan replied, voice mocking the plummy tones they’d heard in the past from their own professors.

“How is it the loudest person we know is in charge of the library?” Leo asked, tilting his head at Finn. Finn gave a huff.

“Fantastic inquiry, Professor. One I suggest we examine at dinner.”

“You two are the worst. Empirically, emphatically, exclusively the worst,” Finn said.

They were walking out of the library when suddenly they were frozen in the doorway, trying to budge and having no luck.

“I swear to Merlin, the worst thing that ever happened was the day that Remus Lupin met Sirius Black,” Finn said, rubbing his temples and looking up.

“I dunno. Their wedding was sweet,” Logan mused, looking up at the inconspicuous little bunch of mistletoe. The Marauders Joke Company had been hilarious when he’d been fifteen and they’d gotten all the gags they wanted ‘in order to get the word out there,’ as James had put it. But now at thirty, he was determined to put forever sticking glue in Sirius’s hair potion the next time he saw him. “Give me a minute and I can figure out the counter charm,” he said, green eyes still considering the offending bundle.

“Hmm, could,” Leo considered. “But, I think I have a faster solution.”

“Oh? Well by all means,” Logan challenged. “Let’s see, then.”

Logan had just long enough to look up and smirk before Leo’s big hands came up to cradle his head and kiss him softly.

Finn wasn’t sure what to say.

But, he didn’t have to worry. A moment later, there was Leo kissing him, close enough now to smell the anise sweet smell of his lab.

Leo pulled back and looked at them both.

Both.

Oh.

Well…

“C’mon. Dinner’s waiting, fellas. We’ve got a lot to sort out afterward, you know. Time won’t wait.”

He was wandering toward the Great Hall, black robes billowing out behind him.

Logan’s hand found Finn’s, knitting their fingers in ways they hadn’t come together in years.

“He’s right, you know,” Logan said softly. As soft as crescent moonlight coming through leaded panes of glass spilling over oak shelves. Soft as the flickering lanterns that lit up the names of all the stories that’d ever been told except the one they were writing, all the things there might be to know except one another. “Time won’t wait, Finn.”

And he kissed him, full and hungry. Sweet and starving.

And as Finn turned the corner with him, he caught one last glance of the library and smiled.

#sweater weather #o'knutzy #lumosinlove

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mthollowell-writes · 2 months ago

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Happy Snippet Sunday!

Below the cut, Hero & Co bicker over homicidal ghost motives.

“I think my life just flashed before my eyes,” Martin croaked while holding his throat. “What’s your name?” Hero asked. “Scared shitless,” he said without missing a beat. He’d be fine. Hero stood and squinted beyond his glasses to the dark corners of the stage. When it left Martin’s body, Hero couldn’t see its form. Why was this presence concealing itself? He started to move forward but a hand on his shoulder held him back. Rye’s bright brown eyes brimmed with worry. “Maybe we should leave it,” they said. Hero understood. That display would spook anyone. Hero looked beyond them to Aki. Her eyes were also on him, brows drawn together. “You’re still performing tonight?” he asked. She didn’t say anything for a while.

Rye swiveled on her. “Are you serious? You saw what it did to Martin, right?” “What did it do to me?” Martin looked at his hands then patted his chest, bewildered. Aki ignored them both. “Its attacks are inconsistent, yeah? The last one was in 2000. Why do you think that is?” “I think its been more consistent than you give it credit for.” The owner, Patton Weeks, got the property for a bargain about three years ago and it gave him nothing but issues since. He complained about numerous outages and surges that made every new piece of equipment he plugged in faulty. He hired a contractor to replace the old electrical system but one too many of their guys got electrocuted, even though they swore up and down they followed all proper safety procedure. It wasn’t too uncommon of a problem with Hollow Grove’s old buildings so there was a “two shocks and we’re out” rule employed for all infrastructure in the county. So Weeks got stuck with a money sink. Most of the ghosts in the building liked him though, so a pile of money appeared in front of his office every time the property rent came due. And Soul’s Bar was a popular hang for the undead crowd, especially come Arbor day. Don’t ask; Weeks doesn’t know either. “Maybe Martin touched something he shouldn’t have,” Aki said. At Martin’s squawk of outrage, she elaborated, “Like tripped a wire or something like that.” “I think sucking the breath out of you for tripping over a wire or pressing the wrong button is an overreaction, even from a ghost,” Hero said.

#mt writes #hollow grove stories #snippet sunday

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aeolianblues · 1 month ago

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🎵 SONG-TO-GO 🎵

Hi hello I've been out and about and travelling the last two weeks and I've been bad about posting Songs To Go, haven't I? I'll try and make good on this week, maybe also throwing in a few bands I've come across on my travels across the UK and Canada :)

Anyway, if you're new, Song-To-Go is a weekly song poll released every Friday where I present you with new, lesser-known songs to listen to while you scroll.

As always, choose songs based on the 30-second Spotify snippets if you don’t know them (and I try to make sure there’s always something you won’t know). If you like what you hear, go listen to the full songs, they’re yours to carry along on your scroll!

[latest poll, playlist of everything so far (in order) and other/future picks]

This week’s picks are pretty much bands I’ve seen and heard round town: I saw Gwenno’s mural at Clwb Ifor Bach in Cardiff, and if you don’t know her (then this post is for you, isn’t it?), she’s a cool Welsh and Cornish indie/rock/synthpop musician and producer, used to be in the girl group The Pipettes in the 00s, and this song Anima is from her 2022 album Tresor, the first Cornish language album to be nominated for the Mercury Prize.

There’s one Mercury Prize winner here, English Teacher, who (at the time of scheduling this post) I’m seeing tonight and am sure I’ll sob at this song. Yorkshire poetry post punk that couldn’t come from anywhere else in the country, if you don’t know them.

I’ve also got a Birmingham synth punk duo whose show I walked into opposite the Clwb whilst we waited for the venue to open, and who wrote a very amusing post punk piece on the Homes Under The Hammer presenter of the same name. Another post punk duo from New Zealand who are friends of a good friend of mine from there, who remind me of the 80s greats! Then I’ve got some cool Canadian RnB-jazz from Alberta.

Picture evidence of all this under the cut ;) Tell me what you enjoyed, reblog to pass it on, and hopefully I’ll be more regular from next week. Happy listening!

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aristocratic-otter · 1 year ago

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Howdy y'all!

It seems like I can only find the wherewithal to post on Sunday these days. Please don't stop tagging me for Wednesdays, though! I have hope that I'll build up the free time for it again!

Thanks to @prettygoododds, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @larkral, @wellbelesbian, @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersghost, @rimeswithpurple, @shemakesmeforget, @whatevertheweather, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @cutestkilla and @alexalexinii for tagging me over the last couple of weeks!

First things first, To Heal A Broken Mind is in the homestretch, y'all! It ought to be done in the next two weeks, and then goes to my beta, and then I finally get to share it with @yellobb-old and the rest of the world! Here's a bit of softness from the final chapter:

“I love you!” I blurt, and then squeak and hide my face in his shoulder. But he doesn’t let me hide, just chuckles and lifts my head up so I’m facing him again. .

“I love you too,” he says solemnly, and I feel tears burn at the corner of my eyes. “But hold that thought. After tomorrow, say it to me again. And I’ll do the same. And we’ll start our new life…or, at least, my new life, with you in it. For good this time”

Westward Son is also on the downhill slide, both in the story and in the completion of it! I estimate that the final chapter will go up before November. Here's our crew getting to know a new friend:

Acorn knows where all sorts of forest gleanings may be had. He shows us berry bushes that still have ripe fruit, though chilled by the frost. He digs up squirrel hordes of acorns (his namesake, he chuckles), along with other nuts and seeds. And, while he is strictly a plant eater, he isn’t offended when we hunt the beasts of the forest. He even shows us the best places to set traps or string fishing lines.

When I ask him if he’s bothered by us eating meat in his presence, he’s philosophical. “Should I grow angry at the puma or the wolf because they consume the beautiful deer and rabbits? Their needs are not mine, and so I am content with eating differently from humans, because I am not human.”

The next chapter of Saving Simon Snow is coming soon, lol (and so is Simon) (warning for smutty snippet below):

It’s harder than you’d think to roll your eyes and sneer in disgust when the love of your life is rocking in and out of you, and you feel so full that you’re certain you’ll burst. But I put in the work.

“Consummated? You’re a moron, Snow,” I grumble, even as he steadily takes me apart.

He laughs. “I feel like you should call me Simon when I’m fucking you,” he says, panting.

“You’re a moron, Simon,” I repeat obediently.

Here's a little bit of tension from Snow Fox (next chapter also up in a day or two!)

Gareth comes into view, his pistol now pressed to the back of Malcolm Grimm’s head. “I tied up the Lieutenant, Sir. Shall I give the rest of these blackguards the same treatment?”

Forgive me, Baz.

“As you please,” I tell Gareth, keeping my tone light. “And no need to be gentle.”

From my CORB, The Heart in The Well, Baz is in a spot of trouble.

A sharp pain in my skull, and I found myself facing a hobgoblin. He was holding me up by my hair. Hobgoblins are related to goblins, but their skin is more greenish-grey than green, and they’re far uglier. But they eat people, just like their prettier cousins. I wondered if I was about to be their next meal.

I hoped they’d choke on me.

From what I am currently calling "Simon the TikTok Dancer" (which will absolutely not be its final name), try to guess who Simon's teacher is 😉

At least Snow’s obvious progress makes what I have to tell him tonight easier. I’ve been dreading it all day. San Diego State University starts up again on Monday, and so our dance season is over. I have to say good-bye to Snow, at least for the school year.

I indulge myself in watching him dance, not eager to bring down the mood already.

I can see spots where his control is rough, and areas where he needs more precision, but truly, he’s already beautiful to watch.

And finally, a little Simon and Baz bonding from Stars, Flowers, and Children:

Simon is bubbling over with excitement, and I can’t help being infected with his enthusiasm. The moment we reach the pond, he spins to face me with a wild grin and says, “We’ve found Blackbeard’s lagoon, Baz! His buried treasure must be nearby!”

I stare at him. What on Earth is he on about?

Simon’s smile fades a little. When he speaks again, it’s in a softer, more coaxing tone. “Come on Baz. Haven’t you ever played a game of make believe?”

Is that what this is? “I didn’t grow up around many other children,” I admit, stiffly.

Simon’s expression softens into something that looks very much like pity. It’s intolerable.

I'm actually posting well before midnight for once, so I'm going to tag generously. Welcome and join me if you'd like, friends!

@angelsfalling16, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bloodiedpixie, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @captain-aralias, @cosmicalart, @confused-bi-queer, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @gekkoinapeartree, @giishu, @hushed-chorus, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ileadacharmedlife, @j-nipper-95, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @martsonmars, @messofthejess, @melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @palimpsessed, @sillyunicorn

#co/ws/awtwb #six sentence sunday #snowbaz #simon snow series #carry on through the ages #cotta 2021 #cotta 2023 #carry on reverse bang #oregon trail au #house au #blue lagoon au #american revolution au #canon divergence #forced marriage

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the-flaming-nightmare · 7 months ago

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Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme! 💜

I've recently been rewatching the later seasons of Supernatural and it inspired me to create a classification/canon divergence AU with Little!Jack and Caregiver!Sam (and also with Caregiver!Dean later on in the series), so here's a snippet of what I've got so far:

Sam let out a deep, tired sigh as he tossed and turned in his bed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. He looked over his shoulder at the digital clock on his nightstand, swallowing back a groan when he saw that it was already well past one in the morning. No matter how hard he tried to relax and shut off his brain, though, his thoughts kept going back to the Nephilim that was just down the hall.

It had been about four weeks since Jack had come home with him and Dean, and since they lost mom and Cass. Dean was still hellbent on finding a way to kill Jack, so he barely paid the kid any attention unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. Which essentially left Sam to be the boy's sole guardian and mentor. Not that Sam really minded, if he were being honest with himself. Jack was a sweet, thoughtful kid with a heart of gold and the purest, sunniest smile Sam swore he ever saw. He was smart and kind, always excited to learn something new and always wanting to help, whether it be on hunts or with something around the bunker. Sam just wished his brother could see the good in Jack the way he did.

Over the past few weeks, however, Sam had also been noticing certain patterns and behaviors in Jack that had his Caregiver instincts flaring up. It started out with small things, like the kid being a messy and picky eater, and struggling to tie his shoelaces and button his shirts. Sam had just chalked it up to the Nephilim still being so new to life, but instead of these things improving, they continued to stay the same. Then in just the last two weeks, things escalated.

Sam began to notice that Jack would have a hard time remembering to go to the bathroom until he was on the cusp of an accident, or Sam reminded him whenever he saw him doing a non-discreet version of the pee-pee dance. Jack had also developed the tendency to chew on the tip of his thumb whenever he felt anxious or scared. Not to mention the longing looks the kid would give when he thought Sam wasn't looking whenever they were at the store and happened to pass by the toy aisle, or the lingering gazes he gave whenever he saw a regressed Little being comforted or doted on by their Caregiver.

There was also the even more recent development of the kid appearing exhausted and less like his usual energetic, smiley self. Which could be anything from nightmares keeping him awake at night to the early stages of drop sickness. No matter how many times he's asked, though, Jack won't give him a straight answer, always seeming to find a way to deflect or give a half-assed excuse.

With this new development, now not only was Sam suspicious of the potential Nephilim's classification, but he was also worried about his health.

Sam had attempted multiple times to bring up his suspicions and worries with Dean, but every time he did, he always received the same three responses from the older man.

'You worry too much. He's probably fine.'

'Why do you even care? He's literally the spawn of Satan.'

'There's no way he has a classification like a normal human. You're overthinking all this.'

To say Sam was more than a little frustrated with his brother's inability to see past his biases and grief, would be the biggest understatement of the century.

He just couldn't fathom how Dean was able to ignore all of the signs that pointed to Jack being a Little. Especially given Dean's own Caregiver status.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @autisticalastor, @actualalligator, @snowviolettwhite, @nottapossum, @snarkythewoecrow and anyone else who wants to join!

#wip wednesday #tag game #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #jack kline #agere fandom #snippet #my wips

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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Friend?

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

WARNING ⚠️: obvious racism however I will not be using racist terms because I just don't write that I will instead imply racism. Also there's a lot of cursing but like let's be honest if you've been on my blog I curse all the time.

Summary: you're a beautiful singer and a complicated situation introduces you to Rosalie Otterbourne for you to both take a liking to each other.

A/n: y'all knew this was coming her character is based on the 1930s

Snippet from the fic: “ "it seems I've made you uncomfortable" you shake your head no gently grabbing her hand "not at all I'm just shy" Rosalie glances you up and down "I don't like shy" you laugh "I seem to only be shy around you so that might be a problem." ”

You're new to performing but many of all color have said you've got a voice on you and it ain't no pretty voice not one you can fall asleep to oh no that damn voice of yours is one you can't help but glance over in any room. Your voice demands attention whether it be your singing voice or your speaking voice and you know it. So for your fifth performance of the last two weeks you've been trying to find someplace to sleep It doesn't matter if you've got a voice soft as summer rain if you're not white they don't give a damn they'll make you sleep outside with the promise of breakfast later. Fucking bastards.

When you walked into the hotel you knew you weren't welcome but your money is just as good as anyone else's... Right? Wrong. When you approach the desk up front they act as if you aren't there as if you aren't speaking "excuse me" you have tried so many times to be nice but it just isn't cutting it "excuse me goddamn it I know you can hear me" the white male glances up at you then back to the newspaper in front of him. He's loud when he speaks now into the phone he's holding to his ear "we have a very hostile custome-" anything he says beyond this is completely blurred from your mind as you grab the phone "hostile? You want to see hostile sir because I'll sh-" you feel a pair of arms grab your own "I'm truly sorry Mr. Atom it seems my sister has had too much to drink tonight." You glance back at the gorgeous woman grabbing you tight "sister? Miss Otterbourne only has one niece you think me a fool?" She shakes her head "no of course not I think you're plenty smart we're like sisters she's a little late from when we arrived I'd happily buy a room for her if you'd let me." You shake your head "you don't have to buy my room I'm not poor" she pinches the side of your dress snapping a bit of skin causing you to gasp but you say nothing else as the man nods and carefully takes the phone from you and wraps the cord.

"So miss Otterbourne this crazed woman is with you?" "Yes sir and I'd like to get her a room please" he glares at you but sighs at her "we have trouble with you as is a woman of your traits..." you can feel the woman's anger building now too. "We won't be no trouble I promise now and you know I keep my promises" the woman carefully hands him her wallet "take as much as you want for the room it won't hurt me."

When you're finally gifted the key to your room you both leave silently up the stairs when out of sight of anyone else she lets you go "girl what are you trying to do? Get killed? Are you dumb?" You shake your head "of course not I uhm..." Yeah, she may be scolding you right now but her beauty is undeniable and it doesn't go unnoticed. "You can't do that here. So I'm going to ask again. Are you dense?" You shake your head "no of course not I've gone to school." For a moment she's surprised but she returns to her current attitude as she scoffs "so you know that could have gotten you killed?" You sigh as she walks in front of you guiding you to your room which coincidentally is very close to her own. "I'm sorry" she sighs "look you are no kin to me but another woman that looks a little something like me gets killed here because she was being "hostile" because she was being "angry" we don't get to be that okay? Not here we don't have that luxury so please be careful." She gives you your key and for the first time ever you feel cared for a complete stranger shares care for you.

"Thank you" Rosalie scoffs "can I know your name?" Rosalie shakes her head "no you get to know that room that I just probably spent so much on" you look her up and down.

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Your time spent in your room is amazing it has everything but you can't help but think of the woman who was so willing to help you earlier. She was gorgeous her hair was perfect as if whoever did it took their time and didn't rush. Her dress clung to her as if it was made for her and all you received from her was a scowl and glare but you know if she were to smile it would light up a room. Not knowing her name is going to kill you it's hard to fantasize about someone you don't know. You sit in bed just imagining her sitting beside you and smiling in your mind sometimes she'll get up and offer to dance with you it's top-tier delusion because no woman would look at a woman the way you do. No one would reciprocate that feeling but how could you know? You're dragged out of your thoughts when you hear a knock on your door two emotions immediately feel your chest fear and anger. Fear for the woman because, to be honest, you're a bit fearful of her she's strong mentally you can see it, and anger for that desk man it could only be those two.

When you open the door it's slightly cracked because you've gotten cozy and if it's her you don't want her to see you like this all dressed down in your slippers and gown with your hair tied back. It is her she's confused for a moment as to why the door is practically shut but ignores it as she speaks "I realize now I may have been rude earlier you asked my name I'm Rosalie Otterbourne" you smile because you can finally put a name to that beautiful face. "Right well I'm Y/n Y/l/n" Rosalie smiles on the other side of the door. "I've heard about you beautiful colored gal can sing her heart out?" You laugh shyly letting the door crack open a bit more "I wouldn't say all that but I'm good" Rosalie gently pushes the door open completely she's also standing in her night gown and slippers. "I see you're all alone here no guests can I join?" You nod slowly opening the door. "I don't have much would you like a cigarette?" She nods "gladly" the glances she shares with you now are very different from earlier they're not glares or scowls they're soft.

When you hand her the cigarette she smiles "I'll smoke later right now I want to talk to you" you're taken back because what does she want to talk about and why with you? "Alright" she carefully sits on the edge of your bed while you just watch admiring eyes "you're alone I don't see no manager either so you manage your own money?" Of course it's business. "Yes but if you've come to discuss my money you should leave I don't like talking business before bed." Rosalie shakes her head "no not at all I'm... That's just what I'm good at. The truth is I don't like being alone here and I think you're the best woman to keep me company." You nod slowly as her wandering eyes gaze down to your hand. "You're not married?" You shake your head "I couldn't see myself married with some man who thinks he can control me so no I'm not married I'm truly alone." Rosalie smiles a bit "I'm not married either" you hum as you light a cigarette "I could have guessed that Ms. Otterbourne you speak like you don't need a man" she shrugs "because I don't need nor want one." That's something you could agree on for sure but do you both have the same reasoning?

"That must be lonely not having the touch of another" Rosalie nods as she carefully grabs your hand rubbing where at your fine age a ring should be causing you to take a long drag from your cigarette. "It can be but not when I have friends. Would you like to be my friend Y/n?" You nod as she now holds your hand firmly "friend?" She nods "just someone to touch me so I don't need the touch of another." This is getting all too confusing friends don't look at you the way she's doing right now but a friend is probably the best title. Rosalie scoots back on your bed head laying on the pillows you could be reading this whole situation wrong but then you could be reading it completely right.

If you're reading a book and you see meaning in between the lines there is usually meaning between the lines. Seeing as you're stuck in your spot Rosalie is quick to stand "it seems I've made you uncomfortable" you shake your head no gently grabbing her hand "not at all I'm just shy" Rosalie glances you up and down "I don't like shy" you laugh "I seem to only be shy around you so that might be a problem."

Rosalie smiles and turns around now "This may be wrong in so many eyes but I have to ask if I were to kiss you would run and scream bloody murder or would you kiss back?" You're not in any way caught off guard from this question you've been wishing for something of the sort since she arrived at your door but for it to be a reality it's a bit nerve wrecking now. "I wouldn't scream because I'd be too busy mumbling your name" Rosalie's smile doesn't leave her face as she presses a gentle kiss to both your cheeks then your lips. You've kissed people before but no kiss with a man has ever made you feel the way this one shared with Rosalie does. You don't pull apart for the longest time her hands climbing their way over your thin gown caressing your body through it causing you to gasp and gently grab her by the waist needing her closer. When she pulls away you are both gasping for air however neither one of your hands leaves the other in fact you find your way to your bed which you lay upon first and her hands are finally sliding underneath your gown as you place your lit cigarette on the wooden table beside you gently stubbing it out. Her hands are cold and soft as they touch every bare part of you but she stops suddenly "I may have gotten a little excited I apologize" her hands slowly retract from your warm body leaving you much colder now. "It's my fault I lead you on I've never done anything like that with a woman." You sit up now "I am sorry" she shakes her head "no you have nothing to apologize for I come on strongly when it's something I want." You nod still unsure with her actions because you definitely encouraged those actions when that kiss happened.

"What is it you want?" Rosalie sighs as she stares at your helpless state "I have no idea but this isn't the first time I've done this I want to kiss you again I want to touch you like a man does but as me as a woman." Is this a confession? Is the woman you just met confessing to you? "I uhm same absolutely it's just that I've never done that and I feel like we shouldn't...?" She nods as you slowly sit up and pull your gown back below your knees "uhm you could have that cigarette now" you suggest she shakes her head "I don't think that would help mend my mind from you because I find you amazing. From what I hear you're amazing I might be attracted to you because you remind me of myself and call me egotistical but I love woman with my spirit. I like you." You nod slowly "please stop telling me that because I'm not the best with fighting temptation as you saw only moments ago and you're looking at me..." Your words fade as Rosalie bends down to you on the bed "you are interested in me I can see that and will not let you go so please allow me to not be alone." You nod as her lips graze your own "yeah" but before she can kiss you for the second time tonight a knock interrupts you both but Rosalie won't let that interrupt the current vibe you two have going. She carefully lets her hand push you back on the bed as she kisses you again this time it somehow elevates the feeling from the earlier kiss. Neither of you worry about air as you gasp and breath in each other's air so close you can feel the heat emitting off of both of your skin.

Another knock causes you to groan as Rosalie pulls away and grabs the cigarette you gifted her earlier and she lights it with her lighter before answering the door. Surprised to see her aunt she chokes for a moment "I'll be in the room soon just enjoying a night cap." Ms. Otterbourne is no fool she knows what Rosalie was enjoying and it surely wasn't a drink. Her swollen lips prove her theory as she nods. Rosalie closes the door and returns to you "that's my aunt she's not a worry" you nod as she takes a drag from her cigarette and sits beside you. "I have to get going soon" after what just happened? Absolutely not you need her to stay because you have not had one chance to initiate either of the kisses and like she said this can be lonely. "Stay just for the night you've initiated our last kiss I want to initiate this one." Rosalie smiles seeing the shyness that once held you back slowly fade "really?" You nod "I think you surely don't deserve to be alone tonight and neither do I so mayb-" Rosalie straddles your lap as you speak "I'd love that a lot but you can't be afraid to touch me" she grabs your hands and leads them to her thighs slowly sliding them up her making her gown bunch up at her waist. "I'm not scared" she smiles "hopefully not."

A/n: I honestly did not know where to end this like at all I got to typing and just kept going I apologize dearies.

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