#belly like middle pic on bottom row

[eye-raq]

Aquarius Daddy.

It’s Erik’s birthday and the wives have a special night planned for him.

Warnings: SMUT

It was that Aquarius birthday today, Their husband and Daddy.

He woke up to luxury gifts at the foot of his bed and the view of his wives with their sleepwear on and a tray with his first birthday drink and a cigar.

“Happy birthday Daddy!!!!!” They threw confetti and blew into party horns, Henny even had a gold crown made for him with colorful gemstones set in it. Erik couldn’t help the goofy smile on his face, receiving kisses and hugs. Kimora opened his balcony doors, rushing him out to find a lounge table with breakfast buffet. Davita and Kristina joined them all, taking pics and sharing laughs.

Erik got a personal bath from Angel while he sipped on a strawberry Henny mix that Ryley made. He even had a fresh outfit and shoes picked out by Bastion for the night, while Kimora got his hair together. Homie and Josie kept him company on the basketball court, snapping pics of his glistening body with that crown still on his head.

The night came quickly and the lights were set low in He kitchen, his Henny cake covered in strawberries and whipped cream lit by candle. Erik finally came down with Aly’sha and Charlie trailing behind, a shake of his head and a genuine smile on his face.

“Thought we could sing you happy birthday you old fart!” Angel teased.

The cake was eaten and of course the biggest bottle of Henny followed them out to the party bus that Henny had custom made for the day. It was all black with gold trimming, a shiny black floor with a single gold stripper pole in the middle, picks from Erik’s previous turn ups littering the walls. Music blasted and drinks went around, Kimora of course on the pole with some money thrown at her.

What Erik hadn’t expected was for him to already be drunk at the entrance to the nightclub. It was an exclusive event with red carpet and cameras flashing, the sight of him causing an uproar. He was blown away, howling like a wild animal with a bottle of Henny. Erik was doing the damn thing dancing all over the place and on his wives. It went on into 4 am, everyone clearing out and back to the party bus home. He might have thought he would be retiring for the night to his room, but little didn’t he know, the wives led his drunk body down the hall and towards a finale  of wicked games.

Ryley locks the door without secret in the biggest playroom in the house with the largest bed and walls filled with contraptions and toys. All of the wives share a look before their eyes collectively turn to their drunk husband with his black silk shirt undone, gold chain pressed against his chest and bottom lip hanging, revealing bottom row gold and diamond fronts. He removes his gold frames, a coy smile slowly creeping up with a chuckle.

“So we locking doors and shit?” None of them spoke, just simply kicked off their shoes, Poosy standing firm and Henny closing her eyes with a shake of her head. She already knew the plan and she TOLD THEM that if they keep providing Erik with Henny throughout the day, he won’t stop. Erik’s eyes roamed the tiny dresses each of them wore without bras and little ass thongs. They really went out looking like this? Erik must have been faded something serious before they even left the house.

“Fuck y’all up to?” He walks closer with a dip in his hips.

“What the fuck you think?” Kimora spoke with sass.

“Take your shirt off DAKA, now.” Charlie presses.

He laughs again, his eyes so damn low they were practically slits. He licks the corners of his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

“So...y’all tryna FUCK?” His eyes searched everyone’s, mostly with no sign of denial, except for Poosy and Henny, just pure lust and impatience.

“Like FUCK FUCK. That’s what we doing?” He points his finger between them before bringing that same hand to stroke his beard and a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well it is my fucking birthday right? If we doing it like that, LINE THE PUSSY UP.”

All the wives including Erik began undressing with rushed movements. Ryley and Bastion were the first to get undressed.

“Looks like Ry and Bast the only two that want the dick!”

“No the fuck they ain’t!” Homie yells, practically ripping her dress. Charlie took her time removing her dress, the liquor in her system almost making her trip. Kimora slips her panties off with a shimy of her hips, kicking the thong to the other side of the room. Angel keeps her heels on but removes her dress, flipping her hair to one side of her head. Alysha ass was laid out naked on her belly, kicking her feet in the air. Josie stood firm with her eyes glued to Erik’s dick.

“Okay so clearly y’all all wanna get split in half. Y’all know this nigga been drinking since the am? The water didn’t even calm that monster down! Dick been swinging since before the roosters could even cOcKA-DOODLE-dO.” Josie knew how Erik’s Henny dick could be, and it was his damn birthday so that Aquarius dick was possessed by the underworld.

Henny stood naked and firm on her spot, not so ready to fuck Erik while his adrenaline ran off of Hennessy.

“This nigga getting everybody pregnant tonight. Nah uh uh my pussy don’t deserve the torture tonight, I’ll give daddy some good suckie and make a movie

The pussy was lined up alright, Erik sitting on his throne with Homie’s lips wrapped around his dick. He had both fists in her hair guiding her head while she choked him up. It was hard for her to control the literal python that eased its way down her throat with Charlie’s lips on her pussy. It was a train of sucking and licking pussy while Erik got sloppy top with spit dripping down to his ass. His birthday crown was lopsided on his head, a hazy look in his eyes and a low ‘oh fuck’ escaping his mouth every second.

“THAT'S IT BITCH.” She gagged.

“No smart remark huh?! Can’t anyway your throat stuffed with this big dick.” Her argumentative ass challenged him with a harder suck, Erik meeting her demands with strong hip thrusts.

“Happy birthday to me, damn” erik pulled her hair to lift her mouth from his dick, Homie gasping for air and face covered in spit.

“Go at the end of the line and eat some pussy. NEXT.” She pouted, going at the end to find Aly’sha waiting with a teasing flicker of her brows, her ass wiggling in the air and ready since she didn’t have the luxury. Charlie was up next, hands plastered to the ground and her mouth latching onto the thick tip of his dick. Erik bit down on his lip hard, eyes closing as soon as her mouth sank down deep on him. She started clenching and unclenching her jaw around him, the pressure causing him to lift his hips from the chair.

“ooooo, you slick bitch! I know what you tryna do you better calm that controlling shit.” Of course, she didn’t listen, twirling her mouth now with the same force.

What Erik didn’t know was that the feeling of bastions lips wrapped around her clit with a flick of her tongue caused her to take complete control. Bastion slaps Charlie’s plump ass, bastion’s pussy accepting Kimora’s tongue. It was buried deep in her pussy, wiggling and slurping.

Erik had enough of Charlie trying to make him cum without more head from his other wives.

“Damn you and that fucking tongue!”

“What you thought, Daddy? It’s a celebration you gotta take this head.” Charlie gives his dick kisses, loving kisses, Henny zooming into her face with her camera, Erik palms her ass hard with his nails digging into her flesh, his fingers sliding through the crack of her ass dragging down to graze her pussy lips.

“This phat ass pussy getting this work too Henny. You can try and play director if you want to.” Erik’s fingers easily slide into her dripping wet pussy, pumping fast and rough.

“Shit DADDY!” Her grip on the camera falters, her body bent over his lap. She had her face inches away from his dick, meeting Charlie’s eyes before spitting a hefty amount on his dick, watching Charlie slurp it up. Charlie gives on last long suck before switching places witn Bastion.

Her bratty ass sucked on both of his balls, Henny jerking his dick with a repeated drip of spit. Bastion felt Kimora come up beside her, sucking on Erik’s head with a frantic bob of her head.

“Y’all tryna suck all the nut out of Daddy dick huh? It’s just one dick how all of y’all gon get the nut??” Ryley detached her lips from Angels sweet little pussy, crawling over to lick up Kimora while Angel did the same for Bast. Poosy had Aly’sha under her spell with her tongue flicking as quick as a vibrator against her clit. That skill alone had Homie pausing on eating Aly’sha pussy just to watch.

“Bitch what the fuck?!” She was thoroughly intrigued.

“Don’t act so shocked Homie I had you eating my ass like this just two nights ago.” Homie would have argued but that sight had her closed lipped.

Poosy had already cum twice before, and she much rather do this all night than get the dick from Erik.

“Keep looking at me like that Angel and I aware to FUCKING GOD GIRL.” Angels pretty face was painted with spit and her mascara leaked in black tears. Her mouth was soft and warm around him, his balls so damn tight and tongued down by Ryley.

“You like the way I bat my eyes at you daddy with this big fucking dick in my mouth?” She licked along the vein of his dick, causing him to shiver.

“I love it when you bat those pretty brown eye while you suck up daddy dick.”

Kimora and Basion were grinding clits roughly on the bed, laying in a heavy puddle with sweaty body and wild hair. Charlie had Hennys legs wide open with the camera pointed to her face, eating her pussy with her fingers inside her deeply. Moans, groans, whimpers, and cries filled the room. Erik held off pretty well, but he realized who had been missing from getting some dick in the mouth.

“Where the fuck is JoJo and Aly’sha?! Erik got up from the seat, Ryley standing with her hand wrapped around his dick, spotting pussy in her own world with a hypnotized Aly’sha. Ryley guides Erik with his dick acting as a leash. Poosy didn’t know what was coming to her as her eyes fell on Erik.

“You having fun my little wicked witch?!”

“Come on E I’m close!” She was on the brink of another orgasm. Erik took a handful of her braids, practically pulling them from her scalp. That snapped Aly’sha out of her trance, her hand coming up to grip her jaw from how sore it was.

“Henny! Aim that camera in her face! She watching this later on. Henny cake over with a smirk, aiming the camera in JoJo’s face.

“Ryley do the honors for me, put my dick in this bitch mouth. It’s my special day today and she don’t wanna give daddy no more gifts. As much as I spoil your ass and you deny me of some wet top for this?! Disrespectful Josie.” Josie scowls before opening her mouth, Ryley pulling Erik’s dick into her mouth, she went to grip his thighs, but Kimora held her arms behind her back.

“Look at you helping daddy out.” He chuckles, pushing his hips forward roughly, watching the discomfort in her face.

“Suck the dick Poosy! Relax your throat!” Angel yells over Erik’s shoulder, her breasts rubbing along the scaring on his back making her nipples hard. She started biting into his back, leaving trails of spit behind. Erik fucked Josie’s mouth the worse, his movements growing frantic.

“Aly’sha put that mouth on my balls girl, I wanna nut.” Erik threw his head back, feeling  aly’sha’s tongue flicking each nut sack. All of the wives knew that he was going to cum, all of them crowding around grabbing at all of him, leaving big marks on his skin, spit on his nipples, tongue on his back and abs.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Damn daddy like that nasty little mouth.”

“Daddy needs to share!” Bast yells as she got on her knees. Erik’s hips stiffened, toes curling before lifting Poosy mouth from his dick, Jerking his dick with all of them crowding around.

Henny flocked at the side of his dick, sucking the skin on the side as he strokes. All of their tongues poked out long and wet, bastions trying to be directly under so it could drip.

“Mmmm, oh fuck!

“Damn shit is so good!”

“YEAHH!”

Erik’s cum releases, all of their tongues on his dick and fingers on his balls.

Erik could only drag his hands down his face.

“Yo I swear all y’all getting some good dick tonight. I’m not even playing right now fuck. I’m hella weak.”

He was clean and shiny, dick dripping to the floor.

Erik trails his eyes over his kneeling wives, falling on Josie who struggled to keep his gaze.

“You thinking about disappearing?” He had a glint in his eyes that she saw as a one time warning.

“Erik the dick is TOO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW.”

Erik wasn’t hearing that shit as he pulled pussy up, bending her over. She squirmed, Homie holding her arms in place while Erik got on his knees, placing his lips on her pussy. Aly’sha got on her back, lining her pussy up with Josie’s mouth to pay her back. She wrapped her hands in her braids and guided her lips, muffling her cries.

Bastion and Charlie had their mouths back on Erik again, sucking him while he ate Josie. Kimora had her eyes set on riding Henny’s mouth so she grinned her hips into her mouth while recording the mini orgy in front of her. Ryley was on top of Angel next to erik, Ryley and angels pussy gaining his attention in his peripheral,  causing him to play in both pussies one at a time? Two fingers deep.

It was a musky, steamy mess and Josie’s tears didn’t stop Erik’s assault.

“Fuck my mouth pussy, throw that pussy on my mouth.”

She did as she was told with a tremble in her hips, slamming down over his mouth hard before cuming with a scream.

Bastion squats over Erik’s dick, her hands on his abs for leverage before frantically bouncing up and down like a pogo stick. Charlie returned with a vibrator, placing it on her clit hard.

“This damn dick!!!!!” She claws his belly, her movements frantic.

“Give me that dick daddy! I’ve been so bad fuck me!”

Erik grunts, lifting his hips to meet hers.

“Damn, I want next fuck all that!” Kimora says with a moan, one hand buried in Henny's hair with the other on the camera. Josie finally lifts from Erik’s mouth with difficulty, Aly’sha replacing her with a swing of her hips. Erik gives her ass two hard slaps before taking his time with her honey bucket.

“Mmm, give me that tongue DAKA.” Her hands were in his dreads.

“Birthday boy eating his honey ain’t he?” She teases.

Angel had the pleasure of having Erik’s fingers in her and Ryley’s tongue on her clit, her hips rolling and angelic face contorted in overwhelming pleasure.

“Ry!! Erik!!” She sat up on her elbows, legs shaking, before squirting all over them both, falling flat. Erik lifts his fingers to Charlie’s mouth, watching her suck it off. She multitasked between rubbing the vibrator on Bast as she fucked Erik, and gagging on his fingers.

Bast felt Erik jerk his dick inside her, stroking her spot repeatedly, causing her to shakingly cum on him, falling flat on her knees.

Kimora comes over, Bast lifting up to allow her a chance. Kimora fucked him reverse cowgirl, her eyes on Poosy her loving wife as instructed her.

“Work that dick like you working the pole.” JoJo said with frantic kisses. She yanks Kimora’s hair, trailing wet kisses down her neck. Erik noticed her slow movements, slapping Kimora’s skin rough. She hissed, going back to work on his dick like he deserved. Charlie was in King Jade mode as she pinned Henny’s legs back, her vibrator rubbing along her swollen slippery clit. Henny knew to lay there and take the assault, her eyes rolling and mouth agape.

Aly’sha’s final shouts of pleasure boomed through the room before trembling over his mouth. With one final slap to her ass, she lifts from his mouth. Erik focuses on Kimora, pumping her pussy with his glossy beard shining, eyes hard.

“Tight ass freak! Bouncing on this dick, work this dick!” He guides her ass, two of the wives slapping her flesh. Ryley pulls Erik’s wallet out, showering money on Kimora as she twerked his dick.

“You gonna make me cum while I give you a show birthday boy?”

“I’m making that pussy cum. That’s my shit anyway.”

“Fuck! Make my pussy cummm!!!” Kimora couldn’t take it anymore, eyes wide and body shivering. Aly’sha had Eirk dragging her to the mirror, bending her over with his hands buried in her hair and his nails in her hips.

“You see me don’t you? Eyes on me while I kill this pussy.” She obeyed, her eyes never leaving his with the nasty image of her sister wives in the background. Erik spreads her cheeks, sticking his thumb in her ass as he stroked, earning a lip bite and a moan.

“Got my thumb all in this tight ass.” Erik licks his lips, his dick doing things to her she couldn’t put to words.

“If I tell you throw it back will you listen?”

“Yes daddy I promise.” She whimpers

“Then throw the pussy back.”

She clapped her ass on him, eyes fluttering and watering.

“Let me find out my baby can’t take it.”

“It’s big as FUCK.”

“More reason for me to dig right?”

She was so close, her knees caving in. Erik grunts loud, slapping her ass before watching her shiver madly, cum spilling out and to the floor

“Good girl.” He kisses her spine repeatedly.

Erik slaps her ass for reward, slipping out of her and picking up Ryley, tossing her on the bed. She bounces with a laugh. His big frame laying over her, lips possessive and hands stretching the back of her thighs.

“Wassup my wild thing you ready?” He spits on her pussy, rubbing it in with his fingers. She simply nods with a bit of her lip, Erik sinking into her with a hand at her throat and a smile on her face.

“Fuck your little ass up!” Erik bottomed out into her, so damn deep she could feel it in her chest. The bed was the new destination for everyone, charlie riding Homies mouth, Henny recording with humor and her hands gripping Erik’s firm ass. Kimora and Aly’sha has a 69 going while Angel and Bastion played around with an assortment of vibrators.

“Fuck Erik, you better work this pussy!” Ryley could feel a hand rubbing at her clit, noticing the long nails to be Josie’s. Her body made a bridge from the bed, Erik never stopping his mouth over hers before going faster. You would think Ryley was past out by how limp her body went from Erik fucking her.

“Look at her y’all she can’t move!” All the wives laughed.

Ryley tried to push Erik away but instead did push up in her pussy, causing her to cry loudly, before squirting on him.

Angel was bent over now with her ass in the air, arch deep, and Erik’s dick digging her out.

“How daddy doing?” He whispers.

“So good Daddy, give me all of it.” She just layer there with a glazed look, her pussy repeatedly pounded. Erik strokes her arched back before grabbing her hair.

Her booty clapped off of him, cries muffled in the bed.

The sight of pussy eating among the wives didn’t help angel try and keep it together. She felt good with each stroke his dick gave her, never wanting him to leave.

“Damn Erik fucking that shit up.”  Charlie says from between Homie legs.

Angels body starts to tense up, Erik almost breaking her spine with his hands. She was practically lifted in the air and her cries were loud.

“Come on with your cute ass, cum on daddy dick, I know you want to.” With those words, she had the strongest orgasm, her body limp. Erik places a kiss to her brown flesh before slipping his dripping dick out. Henny takes that opportunity to lick her juices off of him, welcoming the way Erik held her head in place as she cleaned him.

Homies titties were being sucked from each end, her chocolate skin electrified. Aly’sha flicked her tongue on one while Bastion had the other to suck on. Erik had her legs over his shoulders, pounding away at her pussy, his face struggling.

“So it’s your pussy that got daddy cumming right now?! Shit ! Fuck it.” Erik was mad in her pussy, shaking his head with each thrust before cumming in her deep, rolling his hips to make sure it’s buried.

“Gotta be certain daddy got you good.” He bites down on her belly before slipping out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She squirmed, her body shaking, before attempting to kick his arm away. She was too late though, Erik had already won.

“My turn now.”  Charlie’s sticky body crawled over to Erik as if on the prowl, Erik matching her movements before wrestling her on the bed, before picking her up, wrapping her legs around him. She began bouncing, her arms around his neck and his hands palming her ass. What she hadn’t expected, was for Henny to approach her with a vibrating but plug, slipping it inside of her and turning it to the highest max. That had.  Charlie speaking in tongues.

“Cbxndxj!!!”

“You a big girl Charlie, whatever we dish out you can handle, just like we gotta handle you.”

Shock filled them both as her cum spilled out like a leaky faucet.

“Do that shit again! I love it.” He went harder, his teeth in her neck and her toes curling.

“This fucking dick!!!” It was perfect and hard.

“Cum in here?! Nut all in this pussy!?” Erik was coming up on nut number three and he needed it.

“That’s what my pussy is for! Cum in me nigga!” Sure enough he did, but he didn’t stop, the wetness just edging him on.

“Fuck E!” Charlie tilts her head back, groaning with her aching orgasm.

Henny said she didn’t want the D right? Well of course that wouldn’t last. She took in the sight of her husband enjoying his special evening and that alone had her dragging him to the bed to get some action.

“Bought time you stop acting defiant!” He slaps her rough on the ass, before grabbing her throat.

“I want y’all to record her now since she wanna play games. Thought you would play around with that camera? Think again.”

Erik pulled her over him, instructing that Josie hold her hands since she was next. Erik kept a hold on Hennys throat with one hand while his mouth attacked her titties. She pulled at his dreads, feeling his body bound up into her rough. She jerked, each one earning a sharp intake of breath.

“Damn baby, you can't breathe?”

She shook her head frantically.

“How about now?”

He gave her the meanest strokes. She began to cry, clawing at Josie’s hands. Erik could feel her clamping him.

“There she go, that’s it! Give me it baby girl.”

“Fuckkkk this monster dick!”

“Baby you know I want you to come stop playing! He keeps his stroke, making her unravel. Erik fucked her until her body went limp, biting down on her lower lip before laying her on the bed.

Last but not least was Poosy. She knew that running wasn’t an option.

“You can poof if you want, just know that I’m fucking You all over the house for punishment tomorrow.”

Erik lunged for her, laying her on her side while lifting her leg to her chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her closer, taking his hand to slip in her tight pussy.

“I think you do this shit on purpose Josie.” He pumped her shit hard, Josie screaming with her hands clawing at the bed.

“You know this shit is virgin tight right? And you KNOW that daddy like some tight pussy.” His teeth bit into her neck hard.

“Give me that juicy pussy!”

She couldn’t even speak. The show he was putting on had all of them staring in lust like pornographic statues.

“I’m taming this pussy, run if you want I swear to god.”

She was cumming from her spot being rubbed.

“Bitch ass making me cum!!!!’” He clamped her mouth shut, accepting her squirt.

“Daddy cumming too. FUCK JOJO!” He growled in her neck, giving her two more thrusts before burying deep in her with his nose rubbing in her hair.

The wives cheered like it was a damn show, climbing the bed to clean up their man. He was of course still hard, and they still had energy; all except Poosy.

“Okay so the dick still stiff!” Bast wanted that.

“I got plenty of cum left to give.” Charlie jokes.

“Okay okay, let me drink some Henny then we can go another round.”

All of the wives shared a look

“HENNY?” They said in unison.

“That’s why we in this situation now.” Henny scuffs.

“FINE. Bring me two bottles of water and then we can fuck.”

Erik rubs at his sweaty body in annoyance.

“Turn on the AC too, it’s fucking blazing.”

“Alright birthday diva!” Ryley teases before cranking it down to 60 degrees.

From Davila’s lab, her and Kristina stare with wide eyes and immobile bodies.

“What the fuck…” they both say, mouths hanging open.

“Wha-I mean- this shit here!” Davita throws her hands up.

“Freaks man! I know Erik had the best birthday so far.” Kristan says, causing both women to laugh.

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These Are The Days 4/9

For @quietrook

Adam got swept into Orientation Days so it was two days later that he found the box shoved under his bed. He thought it was an empty one he forgot to put away, but as he pulled it out, he noticed that it was heavy. Adam gasped in delighted surprise when he saw the contents of the box. He took them out and marveled at each one.

A metal pencil case which contained mechanical pencils, pens and highlighters of all colors. A white mug with a raven in flight printed on the side. Stack of notebooks and writing pads. The toy car from Ronan’s bedroom. Several jars of the hand cream Ronan dreamt up for him. A photo album which he set aside to look at later. A leather messenger bag. A gray zip up hoodie. A set of deep green bed linens with a matching quilt that smelled like forest after the rain. And at the very bottom, a black box with a note attached on the lid.

Adam opened the note and grinned as he read it.

‘Something to help you sleep. I know you’re not gonna get much of it since you’ll be up all night doing shit.’

Adam lifted the lid and laughed. Inside, were Ronan’s sleep shirts. He took one out and brought it to his face. It smelled like Ronan and Adam had to fight back the tears prickling at his eyes. He shrugged out of his shirt and put on one of Ronan’s instead. He grabbed the photo album and started to look through them.

The first page only had a picture of a forest. It took Adam a while to recognize it as the forest surrounding The Barns. It was a reminiscence of Cabeswater and it gave Adam a twinge of loss. The next page had a group pic of the five of them. Adam couldn’t remember when the pic was taken, but in there Gansey had one arm slung around Blue’s shoulder while Henry clung to the other. The three of them were sporting cheerful smile and facing the camera. Ronan were standing next to Blue with his arms crossed over his chest. He was scowling at something off camera. And next to Ronan was Adam.

Oh.

Adam had to take a deep breath as he saw himself. He was looking at Ronan with an expression he didn’t think he could make. He had a soft smile on his face and there was no mistaking the adoration in his eyes. Adam looked at Ronan as if he hung the moon. Honestly, it was embarrassing to look at, but Ronan looked at him the exact same way, so Adam guessed they were even.

The next page finally made Adam shed a tear. It was an old and faded picture of Noah, taken when he was still alive and vibrant and more. Noah was wearing his Aglionby uniform and for once it was unwrinkled. There was no smudge on his face. His eyes still held youthful innocence and his smile was a happy one. This was Noah before.

Adam ran his fingertips across Noah’s face. ‘Remembered’ he thought hard, hoping it would somehow reach Noah.

The following pages were full of faces Adam held dear. Opal, Ronan and Chainsaw in front of the Barns. Blue with her hair clips and colorful skirt. Gansey reading a book. Henry wearing a Madonna shirt. More pictures of Opal and Chainsaw, more pictures of Ronan, there was even one where he was sleeping, his mouth slightly open, face relaxed. More pictures of the gang doing various things with various expressions. A laughing Blue, a scowling Gansey, a pensive Henry, a pouting Opal, a flying Chainsaw and a smiling Ronan. Pictures of the Fox Way ladies, of Matthew grinning while holding a sign ‘You’re the best Adam!!’ with Declan in the background talking on the phone.

There were pictures of Nino’s, Boyd’s, Aglionby Academy, 300 Fox Way, Monmouth and St. Agnes. Pictures of the abandoned parking lot where Ronan and Adam pulled their reckless stunts, the Dollar City where they did their groceries, the gas station, the stretch of dirt road where Ronan taught Adam how to drive stick. There was a picture of the Hondayota parked between the Pig and the BMW. A picture of a moving dolly and a shopping cart. And on the last page was the picture of Henrietta’s welcome sign side by side with a picture of Widener Library. Underneath both, Ronan had written; ‘What matters isn’t where you’re from. It’s where you’re going.’

Adam closed the album and held it close to his heart. Inside this album were Adam’s home and family. Inside this album were all of the good memories he had of Henrietta. Above all that, it was something Ronan did for him. He imagined Ronan running around Henrietta, collecting pictures and taking some of his own. He might have even dreamt up some of them. In that moment, Adam Parrish realized that the one standing at the centre stage of Ronan’s attention was himself. This was what it felt like to be the object of Ronan’s affection. Such gentle devotion and selfless loyalty.

Adam picked up his phone and send a single text to Ronan.

‘Thx for the box. Loved it.’

Adam didn’t wait for a reply. He put away everything that was inside the box then went to sleep surrounded by Ronan’s smell and happy memories. When he woke up in the morning, there was a text waiting for him. He opened it and smiled. It was a selfie of Ronan in bed, wearing Adam’s shirt. His visible hand had the middle finger raised.

‘Whatever Parrish.’

As it turned out, apart from the photo album, everything else were dream things. The pencil never ran out of lead, the pens and highlighters never ran out of ink. The notebooks and writing pads were stain resistant, Adam once spilled coffee over his notes and had three seconds of panic before realizing that they were as pristine as before. The messenger bag never got full no matter how many books Adam shoved inside, but it still got heavy so Adam tried no to carry too many. The mug kept whatever liquid inside warm throughout the day, which was very convenient during the cold days. The hoodie kept him warm even in the middle of winter, same with the quilt. And the shirts never lost their Ronan’s smell.

It might not look like much, but Ronan’s dream things made Adam’s college life so much easier.

***

The first month after Adam left for college, Ronan spent most of his time dreaming up new Cabeswater. It was still a seedling, not big enough to really be anything. Ronan refrained from pulling it out of his dreams. He didn’t want to rush either, he wanted it to be better and safer than the previous one.

But he couldn’t spend all his time dreaming and since he was already living in a farm, he decided to look into the farming business. In some ways, it was easy enough. He had the land and the funds. In other ways, it was complicated. He had no real knowledge of how to properly run a farm.

So between late night Skype calls with Adam, dreaming a new Cabeswater and teaching Opal the English language, Ronan signed up for an online Farmer’s Academy. He did well enough, since he could learn at his own leisure. There wasn’t any boring classroom where he had to sit and listen to the teacher drone on and on about topics that didn’t interest him. It was another plus that he could do it while lounging shirtless on his comfy couch with a bottle of cold beer within reach.

He had a plan to start a farm and Adam was enthusiastically supportive. Ronan knew that Adam was honestly excited for him, because few days after he brought it up, his boyfriend sent him a reading list suggestion and links to some online resources.

‘Nerd.’ He texted.

‘Farmer boy.’ Adam replied.

***

Adam was qualified for the need based financial aid that Harvard offered and it reduced his tuition greatly. He didn’t have to pick up three jobs just to get by. He still needed income though, so he picked up a part time job at the library and another at a small café not far from campus. Once or twice, he helped his entryway buddies who had car trouble. Words got around and Adam found himself to be the go to guy whenever a car emergency cropped up on campus. He declined monetary payment, but happy to accept book store coupons or box of pizza. One of the student he helped hooked him up with her uncle who owned an auto shop where Adam was able to pick up some shifts on the weekend.

His jobs took most of his free time, but he still had some left for social life. Sometimes he hung around the common room with his dorm mates or played frisbee on the quad. Sometimes he went out to watch movies with his new friends. Mostly, he stayed in his room to Skype with Ronan and Opal.

On one outing with his friends, they went to a hole in the wall burger joint. It was situated between a video game store and a tiny shop that sold candles and incenses. Adam felt a gentle tug in his belly when he passed the candle shop. Out of curiosity, Adam followed it all the way to the back of the shop. He ended up in front of a shelf full of small jars, delicate glass bottles and other trinkets.

On the middle row, was a deck of Tarot cards. A rising tide of nostalgia washed over Adam. Memories of Persephone’s wild hair and soft voice filled his mind. With trembling fingers, Adam touched the deck.

There was a spark.

Without hesitation, Adam picked up the deck and brought it up front to pay. The man behind the register was slightly older than Adam. His whiskey brown eyes widened slightly as he took in Adam.

“You have the spark.” He smiled knowingly as he rang up Adam’s purchase.

Something in the man’s demeanor told Adam that this man familiar with magic.

“Uh, yeah.” Adam replied as he paid, not entirely comfortable with the admission.

The man took out a black velvet pouch from a drawer and gently slide Adam’s deck inside. He put the velvet pouch, a small candle and a business card inside a paper bag.

“The candle’s on the house. It’s great for calm and concentration.” He nodded sagely to Adam.

“Thanks.” Adam took the bag and his change.

“Thanks for your patronage.” The man grinned.

“Anytime.” Adam half smiled and exited the shop.

When he got back to his room, he took out the velvet pouch and just held it in his palm. He had returned Persephone’s deck to Maura and Calla, thinking that it was of no use to him anymore. But this deck. It had felt right in his hands. Like it was meant to be handled by his bony fingers.

Adam took the deck out and went through the cards carefully. The back of the card was a deep emerald green. The illustrations weren’t elaborate, only minimal drawings, clean lines and neat fonts. There weren’t many colors either, only varying shades of green and brown.

This deck was simple, Adam could get on board with that. He concentrated for a moment, focusing on a question, then he shuffled the card and fanned them out. He let his right hand hovered the spread and deftly pulled out three cards that felt right.

He turned them, one by one. The Fool, The Magician and The Lovers.

Adam smiled and packed up the deck. It seemed like he still had a touch of magic left in him.