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lemoncrushh · 9 months ago

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Tattooed Heart - Part VI

SUMMARY: You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion.

PAIRING: Waitress Y/N x Artist/Tattoo Artist Harry

TROPES: Enemies to Lovers

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

WORD COUNT: 8.9k

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“Hey, gorgeous! How are you? I’ve been so worried about you!” John exclaimed enthusiastically into the phone.

“I’m pretty good, actually. How are things at Zelda’s?” While you didn’t necessarily want to know the answer, you’d always considered John a friend and knew he had your back. Which was why you decided to give him a call.

“Oh girl, things have changed dramatically since you left!”

“Really?”

“Yes! We got a new manager. His name is Rafael, but we’re allowed to call him Rafi. He’s a dish and a half, let me tell you! Not like that last asshole.”

You chuckled. “Good, I’m glad for you.”

“Yeah, sucks for you though! If only you could have stayed. Hey, want me to put a good in for you with Rafi?”

“Um…no, that’s okay, John. I’m kind of happy where I am.”

“Seriously? Where’s that?”

You told your friend about working at the cafe. Then proceeded to tell him how Harry got you the job.

“To make a long story short,” you said, trying to do just that, “he’s not the jerk he appeared to be. And…well…now we’re dating.”

“Hold up! Stop right there. Rewind! I need to hear everything, Y/N! EVERYTHING!”

You laughed at the way John enunciated every syllable. And you’d expected as much. For the next hour, you went into every detail with him like he requested (at least as much as you were willing to divulge), and by the time you finished, it was time to get ready for your date with Harry.

“Oh my God, girl, that’s so crazy!” squealed John. “But I’m happy for you. If you’re happy.”

“I am.”

“Good. Just don’t forget about me, okay? Pop in some time, maybe with Handsome.”

“I will,” you promised.

After pulling on a pair of jeans and a stylish top, you brushed your hair and touched up your makeup. You were meeting Harry at his place, where he was making you dinner again, and then you were going to a movie. It seemed to be the first Saturday you were both off since you’d met. And you were looking forward to having a normal, mundane date night.

The last couple weeks had been both hectic and amazing. Since that evening at the gallery, Harry had been extremely busy finishing up his moon series paintings. Donovan McNulty had still been showing interest in Harry’s art, and specifically voiced that he wanted to know the minute his newest pieces would be available. And you’d been picking up extra shifts at the diner to make a little extra money. But any moment you were both free had been spent together. You took turns, rotating your visits at each others’ apartments. You enjoyed leaning against his kitchen counter while you watched him cook, and Harry enjoyed teasing Shae when she was around, and nibbling on the soft spot behind your ear as you watched TV when she wasn’t there - and sometimes when she was.

Your feelings for him were growing daily, and while you told yourself it was still too soon to have such feelings, you used your free time away from him to write them down. You expressed every emotion from the way your heart skipped when you’d see him sitting in his usual chair at the cafe, to the way your body ached for him as you laid in your bed staring at the ceiling. You even included the way it had felt when you’d seen Nicolette at the cafe and at the gallery, even though Harry assured you tenfold that he had broken off all contact with her. You didn’t want to be jealous of his ex. You knew deep down that it would not bode well if you were going to take this relationship to the next level. And you definitely wanted to.

Harry greeted you with a smile as he opened the door, a glass of wine already in his hand waiting for you. When you stepped inside, you gave him a quick kiss before accepting the glass and taking a sip.

“Mmm, something smells yummy!,” you commented, turning for the kitchen.

“Chicken Piccata with roasted radicchio and sweet potatoes,” Harry announced proudly as he followed you. “It’s almost ready.”

“Chef Styles, when are you opening your own restaurant? This is way too impressive for just me.”

“You’re the only one I care to impress,” he said, pushing your hair from your neck to softly brush his lips across your tender flesh.

You reached behind you for his hands, bringing his arms around your waist. He hummed against your skin as he gave you a squeeze. The timer on the oven sounded then with a friendly chime, and Harry hesitantly released you in order to remove its contents. Watching him serve up the meal, you joined him at the table with your wine.

“I have some news,” he announced after you’d taken your first bite and raved about its deliciousness.

“Oh? What is it?” you asked enthusiastically.

“I’m having another gallery showing. For the moon series.” Harry stabbed his fork into his chicken before lifting his eyes to you.

“Are you kidding? That was quick!”

“Well, yeah,” he grinned. “I brought them yesterday for Sherrod to see. Apparently he phoned McNulty, gave him some rubbish about how brilliant they are, and he’s flying down Thursday to see for himself.”

Quickly dismissing the fact that he’d degraded his own art, because you knew he didn’t really think it was rubbish, you focused on the positive.

“Oh my God, Harry! That’s wonderful! I’m really proud of you.”

“I know, babe. And I appreciate all the support you’ve given me. You'll never know how much.”

“I have an idea,” you jested. “You spoil me with this delicious food.”

“That’s just because I can,” he winked. “And because I want to. It’s not a payment.”

“Good to know,” you said before popping a bite of sweet potato in your mouth.

“I would like your help with something, though.”

“Sure, anything.”

“Could you help spread the word about the exhibit?” Harry requested. “Maybe invite some friends? The more the better. The cocktail party was nice, but I’d like it to be a massive event.”

“Ooh, yes! I’d love to!”

Rising from your chair, you reached over the table to plant a kiss on Harry’s lips, to which he happily accepted.

“When would you like to get your tattoo?” Harry asked as you laid twisted in the sheets, his bare thigh crossed over yours, his fingertips tracing nonexistent lines down your arm.

You turned your head to the side to look at him. If it was possible, he appeared even more beautiful than ever, his eyelids heavy, his pillowy lips swollen, his scruffy jaw threatening to produce more facial hair now that the morning was nigh. The evening of lovemaking had been blissful, Harry having brought you to orgasm not once, not twice…but three times. And while you worried you’d never walk again, the man beside you looked completely fucked.

You couldn’t help but be elated by the knowledge that you’d made that happen.

“I’m not sure yet,” you whispered, reaching for his stubbly chin. “Soon, I guess.”

You felt Harry breathe out of his nose, and while he tried to hide it, you could detect the frown on his lips.

“Do you not want it?” he inquired after a beat.

“I…no, I do,” you nodded.

“‘Cause you don’t have to get it,” Harry added. “The one I designed, or any other one. If you don’t want a tattoo, it’s fine. I’ll understand.”

“No, I want one.”

Harry continued to draw his finger down your arm. You could tell the conversation wasn’t over, but you were unsure what else to say. So you let Harry gather his thoughts instead. Finally he sighed, his gaze returning to your face.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“What for?” you asked.

“If I made you uncomfortable. It just dawned on me that I might have been a bit presumptuous with the tattoo. I know they can be very personal, and I…I should have just let you pick what you want.”

Blinking, you rolled over onto your side to face him. “Harry, no. That’s not it at all. I love the one you designed. I told you I loved that painting.”

“Then what is it?” Harry lifted a hand to brush your hair from your face, twisting the end of the strands between his fingers. “Any time I bring it up, you kind of hesitate or change the subject.”

“I…I didn’t realize,” you looked down at his chest. “I apologize.”

“Baby, look at me,” he insisted, urging your chin up. “Talk to me. Are you af-”

You stopped him mid-sentence with your finger on his lips. As you shook your head, Harry chuckled. Then tugging on your wrist, he released your hand from his mouth.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” he remarked.

“Just don’t use that word.”

“Alright,” he softened his expression, returning his fingers to your hair. “Am I moving too fast for you? Is that it?”

You gulped and sucked in your lips. Then you let out a nervous chuckle of your own. “It seems ridiculous to admit that after what we just did.”

“Not really,” Harry shook his head. “Sex can be separate from feelings. Although…I’m going to confess right now…for me…it’s not. Not with you.”

“Harry…” you breathed.

“Babe…” he murmured, pulling you closer. “I reckon I’ve conveyed my feelings for you already…at least a little bit. But if you need me to back off…I will.”

You stared at him, this gorgeous man. You couldn’t believe in just a few weeks you’d gone from hating him to…whatever this was.

“No,” you argued. “I don’t want you to.”

“No?”

“No, because…I’m feeling…things too.”

Harry’s voluptuous mouth curved into a sexy grin. You felt his hand on your back, his fingers dancing up your flesh.

“I’m just…a little hesitant, I guess,” you added, “about getting the tattoo…because it’s such an intimate thing to do, you know? To get ink on my skin of something you gave me, art you designed for me. And it’s…forever.”

Harry blinked slowly with a nod. “I completely understand, love. I didn’t mean to pressure you.”

“You didn’t. It’s just me. Like you said, it’s personal. And I would feel horrible if something happened between us, and-”

“Shh, baby…” Harry interrupted you this time. “It’s okay. I get it. Take all the time you need.”

You gave him a gentle smile before he pulled you into a deep kiss. Your eyelids heavy, and sleep threatening to take over, you tugged on the sheets. Getting the hint, Harry grinned, situating the covers over you before reaching for the lamp.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispered. “Sweet dreams.”

You hummed in agreement as he held you against his warm body, and before you could even think any more about tattoos, you were sound asleep in his arms.

The rest of Sunday and most of Monday was spent making phone calls. You promised Harry a grand party, and you were determined to deliver. After telling Shae your plan, she was more than happy to come through by offering to tell her coworkers as well as some of your mutual friends. You called John to let him know as well, and he said he was already going to ask for the night off, and maybe even bring Rafi with him…if he was available, as he put it. You also called the gallery Monday morning, unbeknownst to Harry, to speak with Sherrod yourself. He told you how excited he was for Harry’s new exhibit, which put your mind at ease a bit.

“I really want this to be special for him,” you explained. “Is there anything I can do to help? To get the word out? More advertising? Do I need to hire a caterer or something?”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, darling,” assured Sherrod. “I’m already having my secretary making contacts as we speak. And I personally phoned my caterer on Friday.”

“Oh, fantastic,” you said. “The more people we can get to come, the better. There’s just one thing…”

“Don’t worry about that either, my pet. You have my word Miss Waters will not get an invite.”

“Ohh. For some reason I thought…” you chuckled nervously. “I don’t know how art galleries work, forgive me.”

Sherrod laughed heartily through the phone, catching you off guard. “Nothing to forgive, darling. Harry and I have already spoken about this as well.”

You breathed through your nose. Of course they had.

“Thank you, Sherrod. I appreciate everything.”

“It’s going to be a splendid night, you can be sure!”

Hanging up, you felt a heavy weight lift off your chest. It was quickly replaced with a glittery excitement. You couldn’t wait.

When you arrived for your mid-day shift at the cafe, you made a beeline for Jill who was making a cold brew for a customer. The look on her face when you told her the news about Harry’s exhibit was priceless.

“Of course I’ll be there!” she squealed. “Are you kidding me?”

“Bring some friends too, okay? I want to show him all the support we can give.”

That night, you sat in front of the TV writing in your journal. You soon found yourself mindlessly doodling in the corners of the page. Harry was at work, and you didn’t want to bother him. Yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him. He truly had been the only thing on your mind all day.

“Pppfff, more like for the last month,” you admitted out loud.

Tossing your notebook to the side, you leaned back on the couch and ran your fingers through your hair, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Jesus Christ, what am I doing?”

Getting up from the sofa, you slipped on your shoes, not bothering to change out of your lounge-at-home outfit - a dark green tunic and black leggings. The only effort you made was to brush your teeth and touch up your lip gloss before heading out the door.

The neon sign in the window seemed to glow brighter than you remembered, an enticing greeting to lure you in. Not that you hadn’t already planned to go inside.

Swinging the door open, you noticed an empty waiting area and counter. Smooth, instrumental jazz played through the speakers as you peeked your head through the doorway to scan the tattoo stations, but still saw no one. You were just about to walk through the shop to Harry’s office when you saw Kyle emerge.

“Oh, hey,” he grinned. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded, happy that he knew. Surely he didn’t remember you from the last time he’d seen you in the shop, but perhaps Harry had told him about you and he put two and two together. The idea made you blush a little.

“Harry’s in the back. I’ll go get him for you.”

Before you could retort, Kyle disappeared through the doorway from which he’d just appeared. And within seconds, your handsome, cheery boyfriend replaced him.

“Hi, babe!” he beamed. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged, shyly. “Came to get my tattoo.”

His eyes widening, Harry stepped closer to you. “Really? Are you sure?”

Licking your lips, you nodded. “Positive.”

His dimples on full display, Harry pulled you into an embrace. You could feel his heart beating in his chest as he whispered in your ear. “I’m so happy.”

Then stepping back, Harry gestured toward his station. “Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll get everything ready and tell Kyle he can go home.”

“Oh!” you mouthed, surprised. Harry disappeared into the back room again before you could argue.

Situating yourself in Harry’s chair, you gazed at the art on display around his station as well as photos of various clients’ tats. While a few pieces looked to be fairly common, most of them were exquisite, no doubt one-of-a-kind works of art. You were staring at a large dragon piece on someone’s back when you heard a voice behind you.

“Bye, Y/N,” Kyle called. “Have a nice night.”

“Oh, thanks. Same to you,” you waved just as Harry walked up.

“You didn’t have to make him leave,” you said under your breath. “You’re not closed yet, are you?”

“I am now,” Harry wiggled his brows before walking to the front door and locking it, turning the OPEN sign to the CLOSED side.

With pursed lips, you tried to hold back a smirk as Harry returned, his own smirk tugging on his mouth.

“Slow night?” you inquired when he sat down on his stool.

“You would not believe. That’s why we were in my office. Kyle helps me with my website.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you watched Harry get his tray ready just like he had the day you’d brought Shae. That already felt like a lifetime ago.

“You always surprise me with your music choices,” you commented as you listened to the soft jazz.

Harry chuckled with a nod. “This is my focus, slash wind-down music. Since it was slow, I switched it from grunge whilst we worked on the website.”

“I like it,” you grinned.

Harry gazed up at you from under his lashes before his eyes roamed down your body. You felt a tingle as his gaze made its way back up to your face.

“What?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Was just recalling the last time you were sat in this chair.”

“Oh my God, Harry,” you blushed. “Please tell me you sanitized it!”

His eyes squinting as he giggled, Harry scooted closer to you. “You’re too much, babe.”

“Why, because I like cleanliness?”

“No, because that’s your first thought. It certainly wasn’t mine.”

You stared into his jade eyes that were now inches from your face, the irises appearing to have a dark line around them.

“That was…um, some kind of night,” you murmured softly.

“Indeed, it was.” Harry’s hand landed just above your knee then before he slid it slowly up your thigh.

“Hmm,” you nodded. “Are you trying to seduce me again?”

Harry puffed out a chuckle. “No. Don’t reckon I had to try then either.”

Dragging your tongue across your teeth, you focused on his mouth and the way his hand felt on your leg. “Fair enough. What do you remember most about that night?”

“How sweet your pussy tasted on my tongue,” he quickly replied, as if he’d had his answer ready before you’d even asked the question. “And how you tugged on my hair and your thighs trembled as you called my name.”

“Harry…”

“Oh, it was much louder than that.”

You blushed again, but this time you didn’t bother hiding it. Leaning towards you, Harry placed a soft kiss on your lips. Followed by a second, and a third. By the fourth, your fingers were in his hair, his tongue in your mouth. You reveled in the sensation, urging him with your own. When a gentle moan escaped your chest, Harry’s hand that had been on your thigh made its way between your legs. You began to grind against him in your seat, knowing your leggings and panties were already soaked through. His other hand traveled underneath your t-shirt, and when his fingers met your bare skin, you gasped.

“Are you…,” you gulped, “planning to eat me out again on this chair?”

“No,” Harry shook his head, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Oh.”

“I have other things in mind,” he added, echoing the exact words he’d said to you that night before taking you home.

“Oh…”

Harry sat back on his stool and raised a brow. “I thought you wanted a tattoo, love.”

“Harry Styles! Are you teasing me?” you exclaimed.

Giggling with glee, you noticed his eyes dancing. “Maybe.”

“Rude!” you frowned, tugging your shirt down. Your pussy still throbbing from his hand, you pouted.

“I’m sorry, baby. It’s my fault. Seeing you in this chair…it turned me on, and I got carried away. I do want to play. But I think we should get started on this tattoo, don’t you? It’s gonna take a bit.”

You nodded with a sigh. “Okay.”

Harry gave you a peck on the nose and one on the lips. “Now, did you decide where you want it? The ink, I mean,” he smirked.

“So, I had considered getting it on my side, like down my hip. There’s plenty of room to make it big. But then I changed my mind.”

“Too much?” Harry asked.

“Nope. Not enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nobody’s gonna see it there. Except you. And while the idea is sexy, I’d rather have the art my boyfriend designed to be in a spot everyone could see.”

“Baby…” Harry breathed, his hand over his heart.

“I know, I’ve been hesitant about this,” you explained. “About us. But I have no clue why. We’ve spent all this time together. You’ve shown me time again that you’re interested in more than just…a fling. Every time I’m with you, I feel butterflies and moonbeams and…all the cheesy things.” You let out a nervous sigh as you looked down at your hands, then back up to his gorgeous face. “The truth is…I’m crazy about you, Harry.”

“Sweetheart,” he cried, pulling you into another kiss. Then leaning his forehead against yours he murmured, “You make me so happy.”

“Good,” you grinned, your right hand on his cheek as you held out your left. “That’s why I think we should put it right here, below my elbow, down the inside of my arm.”

“I think that would be lovely,” he agreed, misty-eyed. Then he kissed the inside of your wrist before rising from his stool. “Let me go get the stencil, and I’ll be right back.”

When he stepped away, you suddenly felt butterflies in your tummy, and not just from the notion of getting a tattoo. You’d almost told him more than you’d planned. The truth was, you weren’t just crazy about him. You were falling for him. Hard. Perhaps you had been falling bit by bit every day. And you were finally willing to admit it to yourself. But you weren’t quite sure yet if you were ready to say it to him. It still felt too soon. But you loved the look on his face when you’d revealed what you had. His delight gave you hope that perhaps he felt the same.

Harry returned with a big smile on his face. Placing the stencil next to him, he pulled on his gloves. Then reaching for the rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad, he eyed you.

“Still wanna do this?” he asked.

“Definitely,” you beamed.

Taking your arm, he gently rubbed the soaked cotton pad down your arm, from the elbow to your wrist. Then he took a new disposable razor and gently shaved the area, just like you’d seen him do on Shae, back when you still hated him. The idea brought a sour taste to your mouth.

“You okay?” he asked again.

“Yeah, sorry. Was just…thinking.”

“About?” Harry raised a brow.

“How far we’ve come in just a short time.”

Harry’s face softened. “I think about that a lot.”

“You do?”

“I thank my lucky stars every fucking day that you forgave me. That you were able to see the real me and change your mind. I only wish…”

“What?” you asked.

His gaze seemed to burn into you as he looked deep into your eyes. “I wish we had met some other way. Like some random day at the cafe, or maybe here when you’d come with Shae. Or maybe even at Zelda’s on a night I was alone. Some other way that you could have met the real me instead of that prick I pretended to be.”

You sat in silence as you absorbed Harry’s words and watched him place the thermal paper on your arm with the stencil. When he peeled it off was when you spoke.

“What would you have said?”

“When?”

“If we had met in a different situation. What would you have said to me?”

“In which scenario?” he smirked.

“Let’s go with the first one. Obviously I wouldn’t be working at the cafe. But let’s say I came in one day that you were sitting there working on your iPad.”

Harry chuckled loudly, catching you off guard. “Well, I can’t really say for sure, can I? There are other factors involved.”

“Alright,” you agreed. “But you said you’ve thought about it. What happens in your…wish?”

You swore you caught a tiny bit of color in his cheeks as Harry pulled his tray closer to him. “We have to get serious now, babe. I’m about to stick a needle in your arm.”

You puffed out a breath in humor, then sat up straight in your chair. “Fine. Mark me.”

Harry’s nostrils flared as he chuckled at your joke. Then he made a few adjustments to his tattoo gun before getting to work. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. You watched as Harry traced the stencil, starting with the dripping moon at the top. After every stroke, he would wipe your skin. He seemed so focused, so gentle. You stared at his face for a little while, and every time he’d bite his lower lip, it sent your heart all aflutter. When he finished the outline, he looked up at you.

“Still doing okay?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded.

He gave you a smile before returning his focus to your arm. You were both quiet for a moment until he spoke again.

“I probably would have stared at you for a bit.”

“Huh?”

“At the cafe. If you had been sat near me at a table by yourself. I would have kept sneaking glances at you, but making sure you didn’t notice.”

“Well then, how am I supposed-”

“At first,” he interrupted. “Then I would have wanted you to notice. When we finally made eye contact, I’d have smiled at you.”

Lifting his head, Harry gave you just the smile he was referring to. And your insides ignited.

“I would say that’s very cheesy and cliche, but it’s not. I like it.”

“So what would you have done if I’d come over to your table and asked you your name?”

“I would have told you, and hoped to God you’d ask me for my number too.”

“Alright then,” Harry snickered. “That’s one scenario. But it didn’t happen.”

“It’s fine, Harry,” you said. “Something else happened instead. And we’re here anyway.”

“Yes, we are.”

You watched Harry continue on the tattoo, the moon starting to look realistic with the shading. As always you were in awe of him and his talent. Just like when you would watch him work at the cafe, you found yourself completely mesmerized. It was utterly sexy to you, from the way he focused on his project at hand, to the curls that framed his face and neck, and even down to the way his own tattooed arms flexed as he worked. As you studied him you let out a deep breath, feeling the wetness pooling in your panties again.

“Still okay?” Harry suddenly asked with a tiny smirk, as if he’d noticed.

“I’m wonderful,” you answered dreamily.

“You need to move your elbow a little?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” you nodded as Harry sat back to let you. Your arm had been in one position for a while, and you were starting to feel the effects.

“Okay, I’m good,” you commented as you reached your arm out again. “Tell me about your next project. What are you working on?”

“Just a second,” Harry muttered. As he scooted closer again, you wondered what he was doing until he beckoned you with his gloved hand. “Kiss me.”

You grinned widely before you happily obliged, giving him a few more kisses than he’d asked for just for good measure.

“Mmm, thanks babe. It’s hard to be around you for this long without touching your lips.”

“You’re welcome. And you’re the sweetest.”

With a wink, Harry returned to his task, this time moving onto the shading of the heart. “I actually haven’t started anything new yet,” he replied to your previous inquiry. “With the moon series now at the gallery, I’ve kind of been trying to finish up some older pieces.”

“Oh? I didn’t know you had anything that was incomplete.”

“Yeah. You saw the citiscape one, right?”

“Yes, that was gorgeous! That wasn’t finished?”

“Not yet. I keep feeling like there’s something missing, but…I dunno. I’m also not sure if I want it to be a series or a stand alone piece.”

“Well, whatever you decide, I know it’ll be amazing. As always,” you offered emphatically.

“Thanks, babe. This is why…” he left his thought unfinished as his tattoo gun rounded the edges of the heart.

“Why what?”

Harry lifted his head, giving you an easy grin. “Why you’re a wonderful lady.”

You watched Harry finish the heart on the tat while you thought your own heart could burst. You thought he was going to say it for a second, but you understood why he hadn’t. It seemed like such a mundane moment to express those three words.

Changing the subject, Harry chatted with you lightly about the upcoming exhibit, about the cafe, about food. You told him about your pal John, and how he was planning to come as well as Jill and Shae.

“Thanks again for doing this for me, babe,” he grinned. “I truly appreciate you.”

“Of course, Harry. I honestly think I’d do just about anything for you.”

Raising his eyebrows, Harry gave you a sexy look before quickly looking back down at your arm. “I think we’re done, babe.”

“Oh. Oh!” You tore your eyes from his to gaze down at your new tattoo. It was extraordinary to say the least.

“It’s…so beautiful, Harry,” you choked. “I love it!”

“It’s yours,” he commented. “And only yours.”

Your eyes began to well up with tears, making your vision too blurry to even see it. But you knew he was right. You had a one-of-a-kind Harry Styles work of art on your arm. And you couldn’t be more proud.

“C’mere, you can look in the mirror,” Harry beckoned, gesturing to the mirror behind him on the wall.

Standing in front of it, you wiped your eyes with your fingers until Harry handed you a tissue.

“Don’t cry, love,” he cooed. “You’ll make me think you made a mistake.”

“Of course not, silly man.” You stretched your arm down to look at the full length of the ink on your skin. “No mistakes here.”

“I’m glad,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chest on your shoulder as you took in the image of you both in the mirror. Grabbing his phone, Harry then took a couple of quick photos of your arm. “Let’s go ahead and put a covering on that so it won’t get infected.”

“Oh, how long do I have to do that? I wanna be able to show it off this weekend.”

Harry smirked at your pout. “Just a few days. You should be okay by then.”

Once again, you sat in his chair while he applied the dressing and bandage. Then he explained to you the aftercare, which made you giddy. You knew it was his job, but you enjoyed seeing him being professional.

“I’ll give you some information to take home with you as well,” he added as he removed his gloves, “but right now, I really need to touch you.”

You opened your mouth, but before you could make a syllable, Harry slid his hands under your jaw and pulled you into a warm kiss. He soon deepened it, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands traveled around your neck to your hair. When he finally released you enough to take a breath, you gasped.

“Wow.”

“Uh huh,” he voiced so low that you barely heard it. Then he licked his lips before sliding his hand up your thigh like before. “Exactly.”

You stared at Harry, his eyes darkening as he fingers began to tease you between your legs.

“So, what…mmm,” you swallowed at the sensation, “what other things did you have in mind?”

“Oh, you really wanna know?” he quirked a brow.

“Mmhmm. Yes, please.”

“Hmm, you ask so politely. But I might wanna keep teasing you like this. Make your legs tremble until you can’t stand it anymore. Until you’re begging for me to make you come.”

“Mmm,” you moaned again as he applied more pressure with his thumb, his hand cupping you, still over your clothes. “I don’t think I would be opposed to that.”

“No? You like being teased?”

“I like the way you tease,” you replied, breathy.

A low chuckle rose from his throat, and you felt the vibration as his face was just inches from yours. Then he surprised you by rising from his chair, his hand leaving your throbbing core to tug on the bottom of your t-shirt.

“Off, sweetheart,” he demanded.

You lifted your arms for him to remove your top, careful of your freshly tattooed area. You nearly came unglued at the sight of him biting his bottom lip.

“Sorry I don’t have on fancy undies,” you said, looking down at your cotton bralette.

“Are you kidding?” he snorted before he helped you remove that garment as well, his hands quickly palming your bare breasts.

You closed your eyes, reveling in the pleasure of his calloused thumbs skimming across your perky buds. He was so light and gentle with his touch, that you almost pouted, but you knew this was his intention. To drive you crazy.

He kissed you again, his hands still on you until he backed away suddenly. You opened your eyes to see him removing his own shirt, his tattooed torso on display. Your mouth watered instantly, an automatic reaction now.

You and Harry had good sex. There was no denying it. Not that you liked to compare, but Harry was the best in bed. He already knew what you liked, what buttons to press and which ones not to (not that there were many). But the best thing about the sexual part of your relationship was that it was never boring. Even when it was just quick fucking, it was amazing. Even when it was sweet, sleepy sex, you were left satisfied.

So Harry implying - albeit obviously - that he wanted to fuck you on that tattoo chair was no surprise. But the thrill was still as strong as ever. Everything he did excited you. Jesus, just looking at him sent a bolt of electricity down to your cunt, making you squeeze your muscles together.

Letting out a breath, you reached for his belt, pulling it from the loop and releasing it. He gave you another smirk as you tugged on his jeans with your non-tattooed arm, frustrated when the button wouldn’t come loose.

“Let me help, baby,” he growled, keeping your hand in position as he covered it with his own hand and helped you pull. The button popped open, the zipper separating along with it as your tug was determined. Then Harry assisted you further, his hand guiding yours down the front of his pants.

“As if you had to help me with that,” you scoffed with a grin.

“Maybe I wanted some help,” Harry eyed you.

“I don’t think that’s necessary either, big boy.”

His sexy low chuckle vibrated through your hand while you found you were a hundred percent correct. Standing from the chair, you pulled him from the confines of his jeans, the pink, bulbous head of his hard cock greeting you.

“Mmm,” you sounded. “Maybe I could help a little.”

You released his erection for just a moment to run your hands down his chest, your fingernails raking over his pecs and the light dusting of chest hair around his nipples. But it didn’t take long for Harry to reach for your tits again, squeezing them in his hands.

“Wait…I thought I was supposed to be teasing you,” he groaned.

“So you don’t want your cock in my mouth?” you teased back.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Fuck, babe, I don’t know anymore. You’re so hot. I’m so turned on.”

“I can see that,” you grinned, wrapping your palm around his cock again. Before he could protest, you fell to your knees.

“Babe…” you heard as you barely licked the tip.

“Just let me, Harry. Please? I’m begging,” you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, batting your lashes.

Letting out a breathy chuckle, Harry gave you permission with a nod and heavy eyelids. You took your time, wetting the head first, then slowly dragging your tongue underneath his length, from the base to the tip. Then licking your lips, you wrapped them around his hard cock, giving a generous amount of suction.

You heard his heavy breathing get louder and faster as you steadied yourself with your other hand on his hip. His own hands were everywhere at first, starting in your hair, then trying to paw at your breasts, then finally settling back on your head, gently urging and guiding you.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this.”

You’d never considered yourself a pro at giving head. You couldn’t even take all of him, for fear of choking. But he didn’t seem to mind. Your mouth and tongue along with your hand seemed to do the trick. After a few more swirls of your tongue, you allowed your other hand to reach underneath, grabbing his balls. He moaned loudly, another expletive rising from his chest.

“Baby. Baby, baby, stop. I don’t wanna come yet.”

Popping off of him, you smiled up at him, saliva dripping from your chin. You enjoyed pleasuring him, but you were excited to move on to phase two. With another low groan, Harry ran his thumb across your chin, guiding you back up to your feet.

“Y/N. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Aw, you mean I don’t have to beg?”

Harry didn’t bother replying with words. Instead, he pulled down your leggings with fervor, your panties clinging to them so they slipped down together, pooling around your ankles just like Harry’s jeans.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he patted your hip while wiggling his brows.

More electricity surging through you, you happily did as you were told, bending over the tattoo chair. You felt Harry run his hands down your ass before grabbing your hip and situating himself at your entrance. He slid in slowly at first, like he always did in order to get adjusted. But as soon as he let out a gasp that echoed your own, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he started to move faster.

Harder. His fingers dug into your flesh as he pounded into you. You bit your lip at first, then thought it silly since you were alone. As you began to moan, so did Harry. The sounds intertwined with the sexy, slow jazz were intoxicating. And when Harry bent over to grab your hair and talk in your ear, you thought you might come.

“Pussy’s so good, baby. Been thinking about it all day. Always so wet for me.”

“Mmmm,” was all you could manage.

“You like me fucking you like this?”

“Yes!”

“You like my hard cock pounding into you, my balls slamming against your wet pussy?”

“God, yes!”

“Yeah. It’s mine, innit? Your gorgeous cunt is all mine.”

“Mmhm.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s all yours, Harry. I’m all yours.”

Moaning in your ear, Harry slowed down. You wondered for a moment what was happening as you knew he hadn’t come yet. Then you felt a chill on your back as he stood up, his hands at your hips.

“Let’s get these off the rest of the way,” he said with heavy breaths, indicating your pants.

Blinking, you wiped your eyes and toed off your shoes, stepping out of the leggings as you watched Harry do the same with his jeans.

“Sorry, babe, for the interlude,” his voice cracked. “I wanna try something else.”

“Okay.”

You watched as he readjusted the chair to lay flat. Then he laid down on it.

“C’mere, babe,” he beckoned. “Climb on top of me.”

You shifted your eyes nervously. “Are you sure we won’t break it?”

“Only one way to find out,” he smirked.

Sucking in your lips, you climbed on with Harry’s assistance. You giggled at the awkwardness of it all as you straddled him.

“Just a second, honey,” he said when you were about to aim his cock. “Let me look at you.”

You glared at him, once again wondering what was going through his head. He acted as if he’d never looked at you before. But as you smiled down at him, his own lips grew into his dimpled grin, making you warm all over. He brushed your hair from your face, his thumb grazing across your cheek.

“You’re like an angel,” he murmured. “You take my breath away.”

“Harry…” you exhaled.

“I’m all yours too, honey.”

You beamed at him, knowing it was a reply to your previous admission. Then lifting yourself onto your knees, you looked into his eyes as you sank down onto his cock. You hissed as he closed his eyes, both of you already sensitive.

You rode him with determination, needing to chase the release. After bouncing on him a few times, Harry took your left hand and held it to his chest, making sure you didn’t put too much pressure on that arm. You giggled awkwardly as you tried to keep your balance, but your boyfriend was good at helping.

As you started to reach your high, the burn imminent both in your thighs and your core, you began to cry out.

“Harry….it’s so good, baby…oh, God…Harryyyyy.”

Bucking his hips against you, his hands both now on your own hips, he stared you in the eyes.

“I know, honey. Tell me.”

“Mmmmm…I’m all yours, Harry,” you bit your lip, throwing your head back.

“Y/N. Look at me.”

Blinking, you gazed down at him, his gorgeous face flushed. He groaned in pleasure before wrapping his arms around you.

“Tell me, baby. I wanna hear you say it.”

“What?”

“Tell me you love me.”

Your eyes widening, you stared at him in…no, not disbelief. Because you absolutely believed it.

“I know you feel it, baby. Just like I do. Tell me. Please.”

You’d slowed down your hips, Harry having paused his thrusts. But as you began to resume, moving faster, his gorgeous mouth hanging open, you nodded.

“I love you, Harry.”

His lips twitched before he licked them, then pulled you to him for a kiss.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

A tiny giggle escaped your throat as realization kicked in. You were in love. And all his.

You rode Harry to the finish, reaching orgasm just before he cried out those three words again. He kissed you deeply, his tongue letting you know how pleased he was. His head falling back, his eyes closed in complete bliss, the biggest, dopiest grin on his face.

“Say it again, babe.”

You kissed his salty chest and neck, then gnawed on his stubbly chin.

“I love you,” you sang softly before kissing his lips.

“And I love you,” he echoed while your face hovered over his, your hair surrounding you both like a secret garden. “So much.”

Chatter filled the room and your ears as you suddenly heard the clink of a fork against glass.

"Ladies and gentlemen! A toast! To our man of the evening!" announced Sherrod. Harry turned to him with a bashful grin. "It has been my utmost pleasure to host this soiree for such an incredible artist. He is a viable part of this community, and I know you all join me in congratulating him at completing another remarkable series. To Harry Styles!"

As everyone clapped and cheered, raising their glasses, you heard Stan shout, "Hear, hear!"

Smiling at your boss, whom you had been thrilled to see arrive with his wife, you watched him make a taste of his own.

"Harry, my son, I've watched you sit at that same table in my cafe for over a year, doodling on your notepads and…thingamajig…" he gestured, making the guests chuckle. "To be honest, I didn't understand why my coffee shop, or why that table…or why only flat white lattes…" more laughs erupted as he patted Harry on the shoulder. "But I knew you had talent. And ambition. I'm proud of you, son. And I'm proud to say I knew you when."

"Hear, hear!" Sherrod and others cheered, raising their glasses again.

"Thank you, Stan. Thank you Sherrod," Harry choked. "This whole night means more to me than you'll ever know. All of you. I'm so humbled that each of you came tonight. This truly was special. I'll never forget it."

Harry's eyes met yours during his final words. Then as the chatter resumed, he stepped forward and pulled you into a long kiss.

"Alright you two," said Jill behind you. "Don't go find a room just yet. I need to take pictures."

You giggled as your friend held her phone up and you posed for several photos with Harry, including one where you were kissing him on the cheek. Satisfied with her shots, Jill squealed with joy and announced she had to take some more with her other friends next to Harry’s art.

A waiter came by then with more champagne, and you gladly took another glass, handing him your empty one.

“I’m so happy to see you having a good time,” beamed Harry, his arm still around you.

“I may have had a few too many of these,” you snickered, covering your mouth with your hand.

“No matter. We have that limo, thanks to you.”

“You can actually thank Shae. It was her idea.”

“Where is Shae, by the way?” Harry turned his head to search for your roommate. He spotted her next to the shrimp, talking to Kyle. His chest shook with laughter as he turned back to you.

“What?” you asked. “Kyle’s a nice guy, right?”

“Yeah. Too nice. She’s probably giving him an earful, and I’ll have to hear about it later.”

You playfully slapped his arm in your friend’s defense, though you knew he was right.

“Good idea, by the way, showing off your tattoo right away. I already have some clients lined up.”

“That’s awesome!” you cheered. You figured one of them was the nice lady you were talking to last time, since you saw her again soon after you’d arrived.

“Harry, my good man, congratulations!” another voice sounded. You both swiveled to see Carlo, his arm already stretched to give Harry a hug.

“Thank you so much for coming, Carlo.”

“Anything for you, my friend! Y/N, I don’t believe you’ve met my beautiful wife, Jossalyn.” Carlo gestured to the stunning tattooed brunette to his right.

You both gave each other salutations before Harry pulled her into a hug as well. Then they announced their exit and said their goodbyes.

“You have a lot of friends and admirers, Harry,” you commented.

He nodded. “Seems that way. I need to remember to count my blessings.”

You lifted your hand to his handsome face, and he covered it with his own, gently shutting his eyes.

“Y/N! We have to be going, guys!” John shouted, breaking your reverie.

“John, thank you so much for coming!” you told him as you squeezed him. “And for bringing Rafi.”

“Told you he’s a dish,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded as you watched his partner shake hands with Harry, then you did the same. As soon as they left, Harry leaned into you.

“Rafael is interested in my art.”

“Your art, or something else?” you quirked a brow. “I saw how he looked at you earlier.”

Harry cackled. “I promise it was strictly a professional conversation. But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll remind him I’m taken.”

As he slid his arm back around your waist, you shook your head as you smiled up at him. “I was teasing you. I wouldn’t blame anyone in this room for wanting a piece of you…professionally or otherwise. But I appreciate the sentiment. Also, I trust you.”

“Yeah? I’m glad, baby.”

Harry brought his hand up to slide under your jaw, and he was just about to kiss you when the other man of the hour interrupted.

“Harry, lad, I have an early flight in the morning, so I must bid farewell,” said Donovan McNulty. This evening he wore a black suit with a red bowtie. You smiled at him, holding out your hand.

“Mr. Nulty, thank you so much for coming. You’ve made Harry so happy.”

Donovan leaned in and kissed your cheek, then the other. “My dear, I reckon it’s the other way around. Besides, it looks like he’s found his happiness right here, with his muse.”

He gave you a wink as he squeezed your tattooed arm before shaking Harry’s hand and waving goodbye.

The party continued for another hour or so. You and Harry both gave a lot more thank yous and farewells. Then when no other guests remained (Harry insisted on seeing everyone out to show his appreciation), Sherrod finally shooed you out to the limo.

“Thanks for helping with everything, sweetheart,” cooed Harry as he necked you in the back of the car.

“I didn’t do much,” you conveyed. “Sherrod set up most of it.”

“No, you did more than you know. I love and appreciate you.”

“Same here, handsome,” you grinned before caressing his soft lips. “By the way, I have something to show you when we get to your place.”

“Yeah? Is it under your dress?”

You giggled as his hand wandered under the flimsy fabric of the new dress you’d purchased just for this occasion.

“No,” you playfully tugged at his wrist. “It’s something I left there while we were getting ready. It’s in your nightstand.”

“Handcuffs?”

“No! Harry Styles, I’m trying to be romantic and open, and you’re being naughty.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, babe. I can’t help it. It’s just where my mind went.”

“It’s okay,” you tutted.

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Harry held your hand as he walked you to his apartment. The glow of the moon shone through the balcony doors, punctuating the end of the moon-themed evening like a full stop. Although you weren’t ready for it to end just yet.

You laid your clutch bag on the counter next to his keys and wallet before he pulled you in for yet another kiss. Throwing your arms around his neck, you let his tongue tangle with yours, tasting the champagne you’d both consumed. Then he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom.

“Are you gonna show me now?” he asked between kisses after he laid you down.

You simply nodded, then reached for the bedside table, opening the top drawer. You retrieved a small notebook, the one you’d been writing in. Opening it, you flipped to the page you wanted to show him. When you handed it to him, he looked at you inquisitively.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Remember when you asked me if I had a hobby, something that I was passionate about? And I mentioned I used to write?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You inspired me.”

With an easy grin, Harry sat back on the pillows, crossing his ankles. You sat next to him, your legs tucked underneath you as you bit your bottom lip nervously.

Brilliant, blazing, glistening, glittering

The celestial satellite shines by the light reflected from the sun

Its beautiful mystery soothingly captivates us

All aglow, seemingly from within

Feminine energy that affects the rise and fall of the tides

A big balloon, luminous and serene

These are words used to describe the moon

But they are also words to describe my heart

For my heart is now a big balloon

All aglow and alight from within

From the light of your heart, the sun

Brilliant, blazing, beautiful

Wondrous and astral, my heart is now home

Lowering the notebook after reading your poem, Harry looked at you.

“It’s kinda short,” you offered with a hesitant chuckle. “But it took me forever.”

“Baby,” he said, scooting closer to you and reaching for you. “This is beautiful.”

“Really?” you crinkled your nose, still not completely confident.

“Yes, baby, really. I love it. I love you.”

Your expression softened, easing into a smile. Harry pulled you to his chest, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Thank you for writing it, but even more, for sharing it with me.”

“I figured I should, since you share so much with me.”

“That’s what I mean, love. Not only did you share your heart with me, but you put it into words on paper. It’s stunning. I’m…”

His hands still in your hair, he paused his words.

“What?” you asked as you saw a tiny tear escape from the corner of his eye and down his cheek. “Harry…”

“Can’t help it, baby,” he choked as you wiped the tear. “I’ve fallen so hard for you.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

“Tell me again, Y/N.”

“I love you…” you said, his lips capturing yours once again before you could say his name.

You didn’t mind that he asked you to say those words. In fact, you liked it. You would tattoo it on your heart if you could.

THE END

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alisbackalleybbq · 2 months ago

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Hands

@bravosierra6 I finally finished the first chapter

Bode Donovan/Leone x OFC Arizona Telford

Summary: After Bode left Edgewater, he thought that was his rock bottom. He moved away, started going by a different name and started working construction. One day he ended up getting hurt and landed himself in the emergency room where he met Doctor Arizona Telford. It was a whirlwind romance and they were married after being together for eight months. Then Bode relapsed. He ended up disappearing, robbing a store, and going to prison. Arizona was surprised to see her husband in the newspaper for robbing a liquor store. She tried to see her husband in prison but Bode never put her on his visitor list. Arizona learns that her husband is at the CalFire con camp in Edgewater and decides to go see him. Will Arizona have it in her to fight against naysayers, Bode’s family, a new love interest for her husband, and against Bode himself to prove that she’s in this thing forever?

A/N: AZ is pronounced like Mazie, except without the “M”

Face claim: Camilla Luddington for Arizona; Lauren German for Lilith, Christian Kane for Dean

TW: cannon danger, violence, mentions of gun violence and death

Arizona huffed out a nervous breath as she walked towards the inmates scattered around the Three Rock CalFire con camp where her husband was housed. It had been three and a half years since she’d seen her husband, Bode Donovan. Arizona remembered the day she saw his picture in the newspaper for robbing that liquor store. She went to every court date and tried to support Bode the best she could with him doing everything in his power to push her away. It broke her heart when he refused to let her visit him in jail and then in prison. She’d thought about divorce. Her sister, Lilith, and her brother, Dean, suggested it any time Bode’s name came up in a conversation. But Arizona needed to talk to him first. She needed him to know that she still loved him just as much now as she did on their wedding day.

“Can I help you?” A voice pulled Arizona back to the present.

“I’m looking for Bode Donovan.” She smiled at the man with blue eyes and a fu manchu.

“You’re not on his visitors list.” The man responded. Arizona gave him a questioning look. “I’m Captain Manny Perez. I know every one of my guy’s visitors. You’ve never been here before and there’s not a name on Bode’s list that I don’t know personally.”

“Captain Perez,” Arizona started, wringing her hands together, “I really need to speak to Bode. I haven’t seen him in three years. It’s important.”

“Who’s my dad talking to?” Gabriella asked Bode.

“Whoever she is, she’s beautiful.” Sharon said.

Bode’s breath left his body and all the blood drained from his face when he saw who Manny was talking to.

“Bode, are you okay?” Vince asked him.

“Y-yeah,” Bode nodded numbly. “Give me a minute.” He didn’t give anybody a chance to respond as he walked towards Manny and his wife.

“Arizona?” Bode asked, not quite sure he believed what he was seeing.

“Bode,” Arizona gave him a small smile.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, the words coming out harsher than he intended.

“I should be asking you that question,” she shot back. “It’s good to see you’re not dead.”

Bode closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He never imagined seeing his wife at Three Rock. In fact, he never imagined seeing her again. His eyes traveled to where she was twisting her wedding band she still wore.

Arizona’s hands were Bode’s favorite part of her body. Sure, his wife was gorgeous with a great body but her hands were his safe place. He was honest with Arizona from the beginning about his past. He told her about the accident that caused Riley’s death and how Vince blamed him. He explained that his dad told him to leave Edgewater and never return. Any time they talked about the hard stuff, Arizona’s hands were there to calm him. She’d stroke his arm, play with his hair or his beard, rub his back, twist their fingers together. Those soft caresses calmed the noise in his head and started healing the hole in his heart.

When Bode relapsed, he was ashamed of himself. He knew he didn’t deserve a woman like Arizona. He didn’t deserve love. So, he did what Bode Leone did best: he left. He robbed a liquor store and found himself doing three to five years in prison. On those long nights in prison, he’d think about her hands. How they made him feel alive, wanted, cherished, loved. He thought about writing to Arizona so many times but he just couldn’t think of what to say. How do you apologize to the love of your life for letting them down so badly?

“Bode, who is this?” Manny asked.

“This is Arizona.” Bode said, his eyes never leaving her fingers.

“I can’t authorize a visit. She’s not on your list.” Manny sighed.

“Manny…” Bode trailed off, not sure what to say. “She’s…she’s…”

“She’s his wife.” Arizona finished for him. “I know it’s been a long time, Bode. But I’m still your wife.”

“I’ll give you two a minute.” Manny clapped a hand on Bode’s shoulder before walking off.

“How did you find me?” Bode asked her.

Tears pooled in Arizona’s eyes. “After all this time and that’s what you want to know?”

“I never wanted you to see me like this, AZ.” Bode could never imagine how much it hurt to see his wife like this.

“You never wanted me to see you, period.” Arizona sniffled. “You shut me out completely. I would have been there, Bode. I would have been with you through it all.”

“I don’t deserve that.” Bode answered simply.

“And I don’t deserve to have my husband abandon me without so much as a letter telling me it’s over.” Arizona glared at him.

“I…” Bode looked up at the gray, California sky, trying to find the words to convey what he wanted to say. “I never wanted to hurt you, Arizona. I fucked up. I ended up in prison. I waited for divorce papers from you every day for months.”

“Well, if you would have let me see you, I would have told you that I wasn’t going anywhere.” Arizona crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s been too long.” Bode said. “We can’t go back to what we had before.”

“I didn’t come here to have some big reunion, Bo.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I came because…” She swallowed thickly. Arizona shifted from foot to foot not wanting to say what she had to say. She knew it would devastate him.

“Because why?” Bode said quietly. “What happened, Arizona?”

Arizona’s eyes met Bode’s. “Jesse…”

“What about him?” Bode asked, fear running through his body. Jesse Tulane was Arizona’s best friend. He was also a cop in the small town where Bode and Arizona had lived before Bode fucked it all up. Bode and Jesse became really close through their mutual relationships with Arizona. Jesse had been the closest thing to a brother Bode had had since he left Edgewater.

“We lost him, Bode.” Arizona whispered, tears streaming down her face.

“What do you mean we lost him?” Bode demanded. “Isn’t there people out looking for him? He’s a smart guy, Arizona. He’ll find his way home. He’s been lost before! He’s taken me out hiking plenty of times. He knows how to get out.”

“Bode!” Arizona said in a commanding voice to stop his words, her hands resting on his biceps. “He’s dead.”

“No,” Bode’s brain refused to accept her words. There was no way Jesse was dead. He’d kept in contact with Jesse throughout his incarceration. “I just talked to him! You’re wrong, Arizona!”

Arizona broke down sobbing. “I want to be, Bode. I really want to be. He’s gone. He’s gone and I just…I want him back.”

Bode hugged her against him tightly. Tears streamed down his face as she sobbed in his arms. After a few minutes, he led her to a picnic table near where he’d been visiting with Gabriella, Sharon, and Vince. He sat across from her and took her hand in his. “What happened?”

“He was serving a warrant on that sketchy house on the corner of 4th Street. Somebody pulled a gun. Jesse got shot in the neck.” Arizona explained. “We did everything we could but there was too much damage. I pronounced him dead at 3:43 this morning.”

“You pronounced him?” Bode asked, wiping the tears from his face.

Arizona gave him a small smile. “I knew the team wasn’t going to stop with me in the room. They know how close Jesse and I are. They know how much he means to me. I also knew that there was no getting him back.”

“I’m so sorry, Arizona.” Bode whispered.

“Me too,” Arizona squeezed his hand. “He told me just yesterday that he was looking forward to you getting out so he could take you fishing in a new spot he found.”

Bode gave her a lopsided smile. “I’m surprised he even still wanted to talk to me.”

“He said there was no way he was giving up on the only guy who could outfish him.” Arizona chuckled lightly.

“What now?” Bode asked.

Arizona shrugged her shoulders. “I haven’t really thought about it. I took a shower after I got home and came straight here to tell you.”

“How did you know where to find me?”

“Dean called in a favor.” Arizona answered.

“I’m surprised he was willing to do that.” Bode shook his head.

“You know Dean. Anything for his youngest sister.”

Bode nodded. “This doesn’t seem real. I feel like I’m about to wake up back in prison.”

“It’s a lot to take in.”

“How long are you staying in town for?” Bode asked.

“I got a room at the hotel in town. I’m going to get some sleep then I have to head back. There’s a lot to do. I have to pack up Jesse’s things, find a new place to live. I can’t stay in that place. There’s just too many memories. You, me, and Jesse had some great times in that place.”

“We did,” Bode smiled. “He always said he was going to marry the manager of the bar that our apartment was above.”

“He never even got her number.” Arizona laughed.

“Of course,” Bode chuckled. “He talked a big game.”

“Yeah he did.” Arizona nodded.

It was quiet between the pair for a long beat. “I don’t want to leave you.” Arizona whispered.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Bode admitted.

“How about you finally put me on your visitor list?” Arizona suggested. “That way I can come back.”

“I’d like that.” Bode said.

Arizona cupped his face in her hand. “It’s good to see you, Bode. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He admitted.

Arizona dropped her hand from his face, gave him a small wave, and walked back towards her car.

“Who was that?” Vince asked once Bode had rejoined them.

“An old friend.” Bode answered.

#bode leone #bode donovan #fire country #bode leone imagine #bode donovan imagine

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cloveroctobers · 10 months ago

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Here you’ll find PART III. To all spring works written during 2024 down below. 👇🏾🐰🐥🌦️🐞🌈

SAFE & SOUND > Arman Morales/Angel Reyes = The Cleaning Lady x Mayans Mc (Series)

NOTHING SWEETER > Bode Donovan/Leone = Fire Country (Series)

KILLING ME > Dante Torres = Chicago PD (Series)

SHOW YOU WHY > Evan Buckley = 911 (Series)

STRAWBERRY CRUSH > Stella Kidd = Chicago Fire (Series)

END OF BEGINNING > Luca = The Bear (Series)

SEPERATE SPRING WORKS WRITTEN…

HOLD UP > Roman Reigns = WWE

PERFECT > Joey = Abigail (Film)

KEEP LOOKIN’ UP > Bode Leone = Fire Country (Series)

JUST SAYIN’ > Jey Uso = WWE

LITTLE CHAINS > Coco Cruz = Mayans MC (Series)

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Chapter 224: Blackout

Snow hummed sleepily and turned over, instantly finding David's side of the bed empty. She didn't worry though, for his side was still warm and her heart could sense his own nearby. She felt him come back into their bed chambers before she saw him and smiled, as she clutched the bedsheets around her unclothed body.

"Good morning," he purred, as she looked him up and down. Just sleep pants, a sleeveless gray shirt, and slightly mussed hair. She was sure there couldn't be a sexier man than her husband.

"Where did you go?" She asked.

"Well…I was going to make you breakfast, but then I realized that we have staff again and they're insistent that I let them handle the kitchen, so I came back," he said, as he slipped back into bed.

"I figured there are...other things we can do while we wait for breakfast," he said softly, as he pulled her into his arms. She smiled and kissed him tenderly.

"Mmm...I hope you mean things like we did last night," she purred, as she nuzzled his ear and her words created tiny puffs of air in his ear. His eyes glazed at that and she kissed just below his ear, before sucking the lobe of his ear between her lips.

"Snow…" he breathed and she felt him pressing against her.

"Mmm...definitely a repeat of last night and I may have been a bit tipsy, but I remember last night very well," she whispered.

"We played hard...but then we always do…" she purred to him again and he felt hot all over.

"Snow…" he breathed again.

"But you didn't have this many clothes on…" she said, as she pushed his shirt up and over his head and made the same quick work of his sleep pants.

"Mmm...much better," Snow said, as she looked her husband up and down and licked her lips. He was always marveling at how beautiful she was and revering her as such, but it was never lost on Snow how gorgeous and handsome he was. She made sure she did plenty of her own marveling.

She slid her hands purposefully down his sculpted torso and to the member between his legs. He was already hard and erect and she put her small hand around his considerable length, watching him writhe beneath her.

"Snow…" he breathed, as he gazed up at her straddling him, completely naked and beautiful, her round, pert breasts in his full, delighted view. She smirked down at him and shifted her body so that she was fully straddling his hips now and he groaned in pleasured agony, as she slowly lowered herself onto him, pushing him inside her body.

"Snow…" he cried and bit her bottom lip, as she stared down at the sight that was him before her.

"I love you so much…" Snow breathed, as she began riding him. He was beside himself, as she made love to him and he watched her roll her hips over his with deep, languid gallops. He cried out, as he felt himself pulse almost painfully inside her and she felt it too.

"Come baby...come for me…" she requested, as she panted for air due to the sexual exertion. She felt her entire body begin to tremble, as she drove him into her sweet spot with every thrust. She threw her head back and he watched, mesmerized by her naked breasts bouncing against her chest. He let out a strangled cry, as he came inside her and she rode him through his orgasm.

"Oh Charming…" she cried, as he was there to hold her as she came as well and their lips crashed together, as she writhed and trembled flush against his hard body. They were so thoroughly tangled together that one would not be able to discern where one began and the other ended.

"So beautiful…" David rasped, as he kissed at her neck and her breasts, while she thrashed in the throes of passion.

"Mine…" he said possessively, as she stilled finally and he kissed her passionately.

"Yours...forever…" she breathed, as they lay sated together in the aftermath of their intense bout of sex.

"This was way better than breakfast," she said, with a giggle.

"It was...but now I really am starved. Good thing they know to leave the breakfast tray at that door and not come in, because there is no hiding what just happened," he joked. She giggled again.

"Yeah...we definitely have sex hair," she said, as they heard a knock at the door and then retreating footsteps. They had a reputation, after all, and the staff neither wanted to intrude or accidentally see something they probably shouldn't. He smirked and wrapped the sheet around his waist, as he pulled their tray in. Snow sat up and covered her unclothed body with the blanket, as they proceeded to have breakfast together.

~*~

Drizella paced in Jekyll's lab, waiting impatiently on the item he was working on for her.

"Well...is it ready?" Drizella asked impatiently.

"You must have patience. This sort of thing cannot be rushed," Jekyll warned. She scoffed.

"I don't know why I can't just use the mirror thing like Regina used to," Drizella complained.

"I explained that to you. Snow and her Charming prince have had that same former Evil Queen enchant all of their looking glasses to keep anyone from using them to spy," he reminded her. She scoffed in annoyance again.

"But this will be much better anyway. This nano technology in these devices will transmit directly to our cellular phone devices and give us a crystal clear signal," Jekyll said, as he made the final modification and the device did as it was programmed to do, flying off to it's programmed location.

"Now...we just wait for it to arrive and it should begin to transmit the signal," he said.

"Fine...have you perfected the serum then?" she asked.

"I have...made a few adjustments, but there are still no guarantees. Are you sure you still want it?" he questioned.

"Yes! If I am to be the new Evil Queen...then I must do what she did, especially if I want to get Charming's attention," she said.

"And what exactly are you planning to do?" he asked curiously.

"Exactly what the Queen used to do. Terrorize the poor peons in the villages so the valiant Prince Charming will come to their defense," she replied.

"An...interesting plan," he said. Honestly, he loathed teaming up with this foolish twit, but if she provided some inane distraction for the prince, then he would use it to make strides toward getting what he wanted and that was the fair Snow White.

"Ah...it looks like our signal is coming through," he said, as an image of the Charming castle came through on their phones, particularly focusing on the balcony. She gasped, as it gave her the image of Charming on the balcony, seemingly freshly showered, and shirtless for the moment.

"I swear...the man never wears a shirt," Jekyll grumbled. Snow came into view then and wrapped her arms around him, as they shared a kiss.

"Ugh...I hate her!" Drizella complained.

"She is definitely far more beautiful than you," Jekyll said and she glared at him.

"Just give me the injection...I'll make him mine, even if it's the last thing I do," she said, as she held her arm out.

"Being that there could be unknown side effects...it could be. Are you sure?" he asked.

"Give it to me," she ordered and he obliged with the injection.

~*~

Zorro could hear the hooves of the horse galloping closer and nodded with a curt bow of respect, as Fandral arrived, along with Rose. The former hopped down off the horse and then gently helped his Queen to the ground, as they joined hands.

"Your Majesties," he greeted.

"Is this where you saw that man?" Fandral asked.

"Yes…I used the fancy phone device to take a photo, I believe it's called," Zorro replied, as he showed the photo to them.

"I wonder if this is the General that Major Donovan spoke about?" Rose questioned.

"It very well may be, which means he knows our location and the barrier is the only thing keeping him out," Fandral replied.

"Send that to my phone and we will certainly present this to Snow and David at the meeting later this morning," Rose said. The masked warrior nodded.

"I hope they have ways of making sure he and the rest of this world stay out. I don't think invasion would bode well," Zorro mentioned.

"No...we don't believe so either and we will defend our Kingdoms," Fandral agreed, as he and Rose mounted their horse again and headed off to Misthaven.

~*~

Snow smiled at him, as he was busied buttoning his shirt, while she sat at her vanity, brushing her hair. It was getting long again, not nearly as long as it had been long ago, but it now brushed just at her shoulders.

"Ready?" he asked, as she stood up and welcomed his arms around her and they shared a kiss.

"Yes...another war room meeting led by my very handsome, sexy husband," she purred, as their lips met in another passionate kiss.

"Remind me why we got out of bed?" he asked and she giggled.

"Well, we sort of have a Kingdom to run, among other things," she reminded him playfully, as they exited their chambers, hand in hand, and made their way to the war room once again. Most everyone was gathered there by that time and they took their place at the head of the table.

"You're on time today," Patricia teased.

"No, they're not. I told them to be here by nine and everyone else by ten and it's now ten so we're all on time," Regina said. David rolled his eyes and Snow smiled coyly.

"Yeah...well, we took down two evil human trafficking scumbags last night with demon powers so we deserved that extra hour," he argued. Regina smirked.

"Touche," she agreed, as Patricia presented the bulletin board before them, which had photos of the thirteen heads of the families they were after. There were red x's through the photos of Erin Mercer and Stefan Landers now though.

"Since we know now that Mephisto possessed these two, I think it's safe to say that we are now dealing with all heads of these families being demon-possessed now," Patricia began.

"Lovely…" Emma deadpanned.

"We weren't ready for it, but now we are and these two didn't seem to have a complete handle on their powers," David mentioned.

"He's right...and somehow I doubt we'll get that lucky with the others," Snow agreed.

"And we know that this one here...may know our exact location. This is him, yes?" Fandral asked his right hand, Zorro. The masked man nodded.

"Yes...that is the man I saw just beyond the barrier," he confirmed.

"General Mendoza...he was my direct superior," Patricia said.

"And he's also the head of one of the families?" Snow asked. She nodded.

"He is nearly a carbon copy of his ancestor, Antonio de Mendoza," Aphrodite said.

"You knew his ancestor?" David asked. James nodded.

"We met him when I was Adonis. He was actually a Navigator to the Dragon King and Queen. But he betrayed them and joined Clayton to pursue Cibola," Aphrodite replied.

"So that's how his family ended up in the Land Without Magic," Leo deduced. Aphrodite nodded.

"He's definitely the last for us to take on. He has military might behind him. Some know how evil he is, but most soldiers follow his orders blindly and if we take him on too soon, a lot of innocent military men and women could be caught in the crossfire," Patricia said.

"Not to mention we might ignite a war between us and the armies of the world," Eva added.

"Exactly," Patricia agreed.

"Okay...then we pick someone else to take on next," David said.

"If I may...I suggest Jeremiah Crane, the descendant of none other than Ichabod Crane," Patricia replied.

"The Ichabod Crane? Of Headless Horseman fame?" Belle asked curiously.

"So goes the story among those in this inner circle," Patricia replied.

"But I thought Ichabod Crane was a good guy?" Summer asked.

"He was...at least in every version of his story that I've read and I've read quite a few," Rose confirmed.

"She's right...they all differ, but he's always the protagonist," Belle agreed.

"That may be, but that doesn't mean that someone in his bloodline along the way wasn't corrupted," Regina said.

"She's right...it would be helpful to know though," David replied.

"Belle and I can scour my library for all versions of his story and see if we can find something," Rose offered and they nodded.

"We won't have too much time, because if we're going to strike, then we should do it in two days," Patricia said.

"What's happening in two days?" Snow asked.

"Jeremiah Crane is opening the Sleepy Hollow museum in none other than Sleepy Hollow, New York. Thousands of elites will be flocking there for the unveiling and Crane rarely appears in public. This will be our only chance at him," Patricia replied.

"Okay...then we need a team for this one too," David said.

"The real Sleepy Hollow...I don't think I can help myself," Belle said with fascination.

"Belle and I will be joining you for this one," Rumple confirmed.

"And Mephisto will probably show up so you'll need me again," Bobby said.

"Okay...with Patricia that makes six. We need one more," Snow replied.

"It's a museum...so count me in," Natalie said. David nodded. They had their next team, which was good since his phone rang at that moment.

"What is it, Leroy?" he asked.

"That crazy bitch is lighting up Munchkin Land!" Leroy shouted.

"Wait...what crazy bitch?" David asked.

"The one that's obsessed with you, chisel chin!" Leroy cried and David sighed.

"We'll be right there," he said, as he hung up his phone.

"Drizella is terrorizing Munchkin Land," David said.

"Jekyll giving that crazy loon magic is insane," Regina replied.

"Let's go," he said, as many of them joined Snow and David to head off the problem.

~*~

Jeremiah Crane stood before the grave at the tree of the dead and stared down at it. In his hands was a skull and he heard someone approaching.

"General," he addressed.

"Mr. Crane," he replied.

"Are you sure they will come?" Crane asked.

"The opening of your museum combined with a rare public appearance by you will be an invitation that Major Donovan will insist they cannot pass up," Mendoza replied.

"And is it true that magic follows them...that they bring magic to places without wherever they go?" Crane asked.

"It is true," Mendoza confirmed.

"Then this will definitely be a night that Sleepy Hollow will never forget,"

~*~

Drizella cackled with glee, as she obliterated another house in the Munchkin village with her sickly green magic.

"That's right...scurry like the vermin you are!" she said in delight. Having magic was addicting, she had found and the more she used it, the more of it she wanted. The evil witch set her sights on a family that was running away and she smirked deviously.

"Sorry rats...time to die…" she hissed, as she hurled the sickly green fireball toward them. A poof of white smoke appeared between her magic and her would be victims though and Charming deflected her magic away with his sword. Snow hurried to see that they were okay.

"Are you all right?" she asked the two parents and their small children.

"Yes...thank you," the man said, as they picked up their children and hurried to safety.

"There you handsome...I was hoping I'd get your attention," Drizella purred.

"Oh trust me...this kind of attention from me is not what you want," he warned.

"You're right...you brought her," Drizella replied, looking at Snow with disdain. She wound up with a magical charge and hurled it in Snow's direction, but David leapt in front of her, taking the blast. It sent him hurling into a tree and Snow cried out, as she rushed to him.

"David!" she cried, but the witch used her powers to disappear and reappear near him before she got there.

"That wasn't supposed to be for you...but I can make it better," Drizella purred. David shook his head and was mostly unhurt, except for the tiny gash on his forehead. It only took a split second for the wound to glow and went unnoticed, just as Snow shoved the horrid woman away as her hand was reaching toward her husband. Snow punched in the mouth and then kicked her in the gut, sending her flying back.

"David…" she called, as she helped him sit up.

"I'm okay…" he promised, as she examined the cut on his head.

"As usual...you were in the way," Drizella said snidely, as she glared at Snow.

"She is my wife...psycho and I don't know what it's going to take to get it through your thick skull, but I will never want you, nor will I ever be with you!" David said hotly.

"All I've ever wanted is for you to love me! To have a Prince Charming...why can't you just love me!" she cried, as she clenched her fists and lost control of her new powers, causing shock waves to cause more damage to the village. David put his arms around Snow, as Summer put them and as many others as she could in bubbles.

"I deserve my happy ending and I'm going to get it," Drizella insisted.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Snow asked, as the other woman looked at her outstretched hand. Regina smirked.

"Gray must be the new color of jealousy," Regina observed and Drizella looked down, noticing that the gray patch from last time had spread further into her entire hand.

"Taking shortcuts in learning magic will do that," Rumple agreed, with a smug smirk.

"This isn't over!" she promised, as she used her newly acquired magic, while it lasted, to disappear.

"Thank you...thank you so much for chasing that witch off!" one of the munchkins called.

"You're very welcome," Snow said, with a kind smile.

"Please...take these, Queen Snow," one of the female munchkins said, as they offered her a bouquet of pink and white flowers.

"Oh thank you...they're beautiful. We will be sending a crew to help repair the damage she did," she promised. David smiled at her and Rumple waved his hand, as they disappeared and returned to their Kingdom.

~*~

Drizella stormed into Jekyll's lab and let out a howling shriek.

"Stop that bellowing, you idiotic banshee!" Jekyll growled, as he covered his ears.

"Something has happened to my hand!" she cried in hysterics.

"I warned you that there could be side effects of such an experimental concoction," he said in a matter of fact tone.

"Then fix it!" she cried.

"Are there any brains in that big fat head of yours, you simpleton? Science is always a work in progress, you idiot!" he snapped back and the insane woman burst into tears.

"I did what you wanted! I got Charming's blood from you and planted those flowers so you could get that irritating retch's!" she sobbed.

"But he won't love me...he won't even look at me. He can only see her…" she continued to wail.

"Snow White...I hate her!" she screamed, as she tore the photo he had of her on the wall and proceeded to tear it to shreds with more insane yelling.

"Yes, well...there is only one thing the Prince and I agree on and that is that Snow White is the most beautiful and fairest woman in existence. She is brilliant too...unlike you," he goaded, as the beaker boiled at maximum roar and he quickly removed it from the burner. He sucked some of the potion into a syringe and gave her another injection. The gray began to recede and she calmed a bit.

"What about the magic?" she asked.

"That was an antidote to your current condition. More trials will come with the magical potion. For now...we are about to have at least a tiny amount of magical blood," he replied, as the image of Snow and Charming came up on his phone screen.

~*~

"She is batshit crazy...how in the world did Archie ever okay her to be released into society again?" Regina wondered, as they arrived back at the palace.

"I don't know...but it's a good question. I'd say we're going to have to catch her and commit her again. Jekyll giving her crazy powers is the last thing we need," David replied.

"I can swing by Archie's office and tell him to get busy on the paperwork to have her committed again, but we'll need a good trap," Emma said.

"That's easy...we have the perfect bait," Regina replied. Snow scoffed.

"I do not want Charming being the bait for that insane woman," the raven haired beauty argued. He sighed.

"I hate the idea...but I could probably draw her out pretty easily," he agreed.

"I suppose you're right...ouch!" she cried, as she sliced her finger on the stems of the flowers.

"What happened?" he asked, as he looked at her hand.

"I guess these flowers have thorns," she replied, as he examined her cut, while Emma used her magic to put the flowers in a vase and then set them aside.

"Here Mom…" Eva said, as she used her magic to heal her cut and the cut on her father's forehead.

"Thanks honey," Snow said, as none of them noticed the blood on the thorns glow and disappear.

~*~

"Excellent," Jekyll said, as he extracted the blood from the thorn his nanomite had obtained and added it to the Prince's blood that had been collected by another nanomite. The blood glowed and he smirked deviously, before extracting the blood with a syringe and injecting it into the pen he had crafted. It glowed, just as Elias entered.

"I see you've done it," he mentioned, as the doctor handed the pen to him.

"This is barely enough ink for a page or two," he warned.

"Yes...but this is only the beginning. Creating a small crisis could lead to more opportunities to collect more ink or blood rather," Jekyll replied.

"I can't argue with that...and I think I may know of a way to create a crisis that could spawn it's own trouble without me doing much at all," Elias said, as he opened the cover on a blank notebook.

"Then by all means...let's get started," Jekyll replied.

~*~

"Mmm...I cannot think of a better way to spend an evening," Snow said in a dreamy tone, as their lips parted. They were on the balcony of the bedroom and it was getting cold, being that it was the beginning of November in Maine, but she was perfectly ensconced in her husband's arms and very much enjoying his warmth as he held her.

"Me either, my darling…" he agreed, as they each had a wine glass in hand and were enjoying it together. They shared another passionate kiss and noticed the lights flicker, as their lips parted, before going out completely.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I don't know...but it doesn't look like it's just us," he mentioned, as she looked out and saw blackness. From their view, they could usually see several Kingdoms and Storybrooke, but all of them, including the town, were dark.

"A power outage?" she asked.

"Our power system is reinforced with magic...which means something isn't right," he said, as he found his phone and saw that there was no signal.

"No signal…" he said.

"Mine either," she replied.

"Okay...none of this makes any sense, but I have to go find out what's going on," he said.

"I'm coming with you," she insisted. He smiled and pecked her on the lips.

"Yeah…I'm not leaving you alone during a blackout with that crazy mad scientist out there. We'll let the kids sleep though," he agreed, as he took her hand and used the flashlight on his phone to lead them through their castle. They saw Regina and Robin arrived via a puff of magic in front of them once they reached the atrium.

"Well...magic still works it seems," Snow mentioned.

"To a point," Regina replied.

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"Come with us," Regina replied, as they disappeared in a puff of smoke with them.

~*~

"There...a complete blackout in the United Realms. It's best I could do with the ink I had and it will not last long, because they still have magic," Elias said.

"Then let's create maximum chaos while we can," Jekyll replied.

"Rallying the riff raff without being able to promise we have nullified the magic won't be easy," Elias warned.

"I don't need the riff raff...I'm a demon now and I can send other demons to do my dirty work," he said smugly, as he made his way out.

~*~

They reappeared in front of the power grid plant and observed the protected facility, which only went further to confuse them.

"I don't get it...nothing is amiss here," David said.

"Exactly," Regina replied.

"Then how is there a blackout?" Snow wondered.

"That's what we're trying to figure out. It's an odd way to do it. The easiest way would be to penetrate the magical protections and take out the entire grid at its source," Robin said and Regina's eyes widened.

"Except that they can't," she realized. Snow's eyes widened then too.

"That's right...remember, we had Henry protect the power grid with author magic!" Snow recalled.

"That's right...we did that after the Final Battle so that no magical being could tamper with the power grid. Only the author would have power to shut it down," David said.

"Then how did someone find a way to plunge us into a blackout without tampering with the electrical grid?" Robin wondered.

"That's the mystery…" Regina said. There was a slithering sound and Snow turned around, trying to discern what the noise was in the darkness. She soon found out though, as a shadowy figure was soon outlined by burning embers. She gasped and backed away, just as her husband sliced through the creature with the chalice sword, obliterating it in a blast of white light.

"What are they?" she asked, as another rose and was blasted by a fireball.

"They appear to be wraiths," Rumple said, as he and Neal arrived with Belle.

"This has that insane doctor's stench all over it," Regina said, as she blasted another, but was surprised when one sneaked up on her.

"Regina!" Robin cried, as he threaded an arrow, but fortunately, this one was frozen and then exploded harmlessly in a burst of steam. Leo and Elsa hurried to Snow and David, as more wraiths formed around them.

"Uncle James and Aphrodite are making sure the prison is secure and the generator is keeping up to make sure there's no breakout," Leo informed them. Snow felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end once again, just like the night before, and she turned around sharply.

"Show yourself, you snake!" she demanded, as she held on tightly to David's arm.

"Ahh my lovely Snow...we have such a connection that you can sense when I am near," Jekyll's voice sounded, as he emerged in a display of sparks and acrid smoke.

"We have no connection! I can sense you, because my skin begins to crawl and I feel sick when you're near," she snapped in return.

"You're behind this blackout, aren't you?" David asked.

"Oh, figured it out, did you? It's fairly obvious, I suppose...so I'm not surprised that even a simpleton like you put it together," Jekyll goaded.

"How did you get around author magic?" Snow questioned. He smirked deviously.

"I am a genius, dear Snow," he reminded her.

"Not even a genius could circumvent the author's power...that's why we had Henry protect the grid. Try again, doctor," Rumple interjected. He smirked.

"Think about it, Dark One...think about it…" he responded.

"I am so sick of you coming after my wife and trying to hurt her!" David snapped, as he charged him with the chalice sword. Jekyll's arms became alive with his fire whips and Snow rushed into the fray.

"Charming!" she cried, as she could only watch them duel. David parried his fiery whips and evaded him expertly and as the mad doctor wound up again, David met him in a high arc with his blade. The fiery whips wrapped around the blade of his sword, as they fought for control of the fight.

"I'm stronger than you now...Charming and smarter. Those good looks are all you have left," he goaded.

"You had to sell your soul to a demon to get stronger than me...and I'm not as dumb as you think," David growled, as he called on the full power of his half of the chalice and shattered Jekyll's whips. The doctor was surprised and stumbled back. David took advantage of his momentary startling and plunged his sword into Jekyll's stomach. The doctor glared at him with bloodshot eyes and his irises burned like embers, highlighting the sheer madness in his eyes.

"Time to finally end you...once and for all," David hissed, as the doctor pulled himself off the prince's blade. David wound up, preparing to decapitate him, but Jekyll cowardly dissolved into a fiery spray of embers, descending back into his demonic domain below the surface.

"This isn't over, Prince Charming! Mark my words...tonight was only a small taste of what is in store for you!" his voice sounded from beneath them, sounding much like he was underwater.

"You will be mine, Snow White! You will be mine!" he shouted, as his voice finally faded away. Even so, David pulled her close and she held onto him tightly. Thankfully, the moment he was gone, power was restored and the lights in all Kingdoms shined again. They sighed in relief at that.

"The prison is secure," James said, as he and Aphrodite arrived in a puff of orange smoke.

"That's good...and apparently, the grid wasn't tampered with at all," David said.

"Then how was the power knocked out?" he asked.

"The doctor seemed to suggest that he was able to get around author magic," Regina replied.

"That's not possible...the pen is infallible. It cannot be overwritten, even by magic," Aphrodite said.

"And you are positive that there is only one pen?" Rumple asked.

"Positive," she confirmed.

"And even then...it's not really the pen. It's the ink and there is no way to replicate that ink," Aphrodite said.

"That we know of…" Rumple muttered.

"Rumple? Do you know something?" Belle asked.

"No...but it is clear the doctor found a way and we must find out how. If he manages to do this again, next time will likely be far worse," Rumple replied.

"I agree...a power outage could have just been a prelude to a more devious plot," David said.

"I will research from Merlin's oldest texts. I am assuming Rose will be able to access them easily," Rumple replied.

"I'm sure...I'll come with you and help," Belle said.

"The rest of us should probably make the rounds to each Kingdom and check with the leaders to make sure everything is in order," David said. James nodded.

"Arendelle is secure," Elsa confirmed.

"Good...Snow and I'll visit Oz, Neverland, The Land Without Color, and Cibola," David said.

"Aphrodite and I'll check on the Land of Untold Stories, Starcomb, Camelot, and the Southern Isles," James offered.

"Robin and I'll check on Agrabah, Maritime, and the other Kingdoms within Misthaven then," Regina said, as they parted ways.

~*~

"Yeah...everything's fine, Daddy. Fortunately, the generator kicked on when the power went out so there was no interruption in any of the life saving machines for any patients," Eva said, as she talked on her phone, while Paul finished their final rounds.

"That creepy doctor has so much nerve...are you sure Mom is okay?" Eva asked, as she listened again.

"Okay...be careful," she said, as she listened again and smiled.

"We will too...we're about to head home. Love you too, Daddy," she said, as she hung up, just as her husband returned.

"Are your parents okay?" he asked.

"Yes...but that blackout was not natural, so we were right about that," she replied.

"Jekyll again?" he asked, as he helped her put her coat on.

"Yep...and apparently, they didn't do it by getting to the grid, which somehow means that Jekyll got around Henry's protections on it," she replied.

"How the hell is that possible?" he asked, as he put on his coat and she sighed.

"I don't know, but I'm a little too wired to sleep right away. Let's swing by the diner for a cocoa," she suggested. He chuckled and they joined hands.

"Sounds good," he agreed, as they left the hospital for the night and the night staff took over.

~*~

After checking on most of the Kingdoms within Misthaven, Robin and Regina ended in Agrabah.

"Well...we're glad everything is okay, but to be honest, most people in Agrabah are used to not having electricity so we didn't have a lot of panic," Jasmine said, as they walked through the garden with their guests.

"Yes...it's very possible that the most complaints are likely going to come from Storybrooke," Robin agreed.

"Yeah...the last time the power went out in Storybrooke, the dwarves and Granny showed up at Snow's door with complaints about freezers and no Netflix," Regina said.

Aladdin chuckled.

"Spoiled is the word you're looking for," Aladdin joked.

"Well, since everything seems to be in order here, we're going to head home finally," Regina said, as the two royals waved and they disappeared in a mist of purple smoke.

~*~

"I'm glad Grams and Gramps are okay…" Henry said, as James and Aphrodite made their last stop in Starcomb.

"They are...and don't worry, we will get to the bottom of how he did this," James assured him.

"I hope so...I just can't fathom how he could subvert author magic," Henry said, as Ella stood beside him.

"We can't either...it shouldn't be possible," Aphrodite agreed, obviously still troubled by it as well.

"Well...if anyone can figure out how he managed this, it's Grandpa Gold," Henry said, as they bid them farewell and the couple left, eager to return home to Olympus. Hermes was staying with the children and they were glad the momentary, yet seemingly continuous chaos was at bay once again.

~*~

The magnificent golden city glistened before them, as Snow and David checked up on the newest residents of the United Realms. They weren't really affected at all, being that electricity was very new to them and they were still fairly isolated on their island home. Queen Nubia assured them that everyone was safe and everything was in order and with this being their last stop, Snow and David made their way back to their castle in Misthaven. Quietly, Snow looked in on Summer and Bobby, thankful that they had both slept through this crisis this time.

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Guía de series: Estrenos y regresos de febrero 2020

Tras un enero interminable, lega un febrero más asequible en cuanto a ficción. Thrillers, comedias, dramas musicales o dramones a secas, hay de todo para hacernos el mes más llevadero.

¡Feliz febrero!

Leyenda:

Verde: series nuevas.

Rojo: series de las que haremos reviews semanales.

Negro: regresos de otras series.

Naranja: miniseries o series documentales.

Amarillo: tv movies, documentales, especiales o pilotos.

Morado: season finales.

Púrpura: midseason finales.

Calendario de series

2 de febrero:

Power (series finale) en Starz

The Trial of Christine Keeler en BBC One

3 de febrero:

Manhunt: Deadly Games (2T completa) en Spectrum

Inside No. 9 (5T) en BBC Two

Baghdad Central (1T) en Channel 4

McMillion$ en HBO

4 de febrero: The Flash (vuelve) en The CW

5 de febrero:

Home (2T) en Channel 4

The Pharmacist en Netflix

6 de febrero:

Brooklyn Nine-Nine (7T) y Indebted (1T) en NBC

Katy Keene (1T) en The CW

Tommy (1T) en CBS

The Sinner (3T) y Briarpatch (1T) en USA Network

Interrogation (1T completa) en CBS All Access

Tell Me a Story (2T finale) en CBS All Access

7 de febrero:

Locke and Key (1T completa), My Holo Love (1T completa) y Horse Girl en Netflix

High Maintenance (4T) en HBO

MacGyver (4T) en CBS

Mythic Quest: Raven's Banquet (1T completa) en Apple TV+

8 de febrero: The Coldest Game en Netflix

9 de febrero:

Homeland (8T y última) y Kidding (2T) en Showtime

The Pale Horse en BBC One

Endeavour (7T) en ITV

Power (series finale) en Starz

10 de febrero:

The End (1T) en Sky Atlantic

L'amica geniale (2T) en HBO

11 de febrero:

For Life (1T) en ABC

Cherish the Day (1T) en OWN

The Split (2T) en BBC One

Camino a Roma en Netflix

12 de febrero:

To All the Boys: P.S., I Still Love You en Netflix

Cherish the Day (cambio de día) en OWN

White House Farm en ITV

13 de febrero: Narcos: Mexico (2T completa) en Netflix

14 de febrero:

Las chicas del cable (5aT completa) y Isi & Ossi en Netflix

Vergüenza (3T completa) en Movistar+

High Fidelity (1T) y Utopia Falls (1T) en Hulu

15 de febrero: The Thing About Harry en Freeform

16 de febrero:

Outlander (5T) en Starz

Duncanville (1T) en FOX

Good Girls (3T) en NBC

NCIS: New Orleans (cambio de día) en CBS

18 de febrero: Intelligence (1T) en Sky One

19 de febero: Criminal Minds (series finale) en CBS

20 de febrero: Spectros (1T completa) en Netflix

21 de febrero:

Hunters (1T completa) en Amazon

Puerta 7 (1T completa), Gentefied (1T completa), Babies y The Last Thing He Wanted en Netflix

Fresh Off the Boat (series finale) en ABC

Cobra (1T finale) en Sky One

22 de febrero: Almost Family (series finale) en FOX

23 de febrero:

Better Call Saul (5T) y The Walking Dead (10bT) en AMC

The Rookie (vuelve) en ABC

24 de febrero: Better Call Saul (cambio de día) en AMC

26 de febrero:

I Am Not Okay with This (1T completa) en Netflix

SEAL Team (vuelve) en CBS

Burden of Truth (3T finale) en CBC

27 de febrero:

Altered Carbon (2T completa) y Followers (1T completa) en Netflix

Death in Paradise (9T finale) en BBC One

28 de febrero: Queen Sono (1T completa) y All the Bright Places en Netflix

Estrenos de series

Manhunt: Deadly Games (Spectrum)

Manhunt: Unabomber se emitió en Discovery Channel. La segunda temporada, que cambia de cadena, contará la historia del atentado en los Juegos Olímpicos de verano de 1996 en Atlanta. Richard Jewell (Cameron Britton; Mindhunter, The Umbrella Academy) era un agente de seguridad que encontró una mochila bomba, alertó a la policía y ayudó a evacuar la zona. Posteriormente, la periodista Kathy Scruggs (Carla Gugino; The Haunting of Hill House, Jett) publicó en el mayor periódico de Atlanta que el FBI le estaba investigando como principal sospechoso. Completan el reparto Judith Light (Transparent, American Crime Story), Jack Huston (Boardwalk Empire, Mr. Mercedes), Gethin Anthony (Game of Thrones, Aquarius), Jay O. Sanders (Sneaky Pete, The Sinner), Desmond Harrington (Elementary, Dexter), Arliss Howard (Moneyball), Kelly Jenrette (The Handmaid's Tale, Pitch) y Ness Bautista (Sense8). Creada, escrita y producida por Andrew Sodroski (Manhunt: Unabomber) y dirigida por Michael Dinner (Unbelievable, Masters of Sex). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 3 de febrero

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Baghdad Central (Channel 4)

Thriller basado en la novela de Elliott Colla (2014) y ambientado en 2003, tras la muerte de Hussein, en el que un expolicía iraquí (Waleed Zuaiter; The Spy, Altered Carbon) debe buscar a su hija desaparecida (Leem Lubany, Condor). Con Neil Maskell (Utopia, Humans), Bertie Carvel (Doctor Foster, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell), Clara Khoury (Homeland), Corey Stoll (The Strain, House of Cards), Charlotte Spencer (Glue, Line of Duty), July Namir (The Looming Tower, Collateral), Tawfeek Barhom (The Looming Tower), Youssef Kerkour (Marcella, Jack Ryan), Hisham Suliman (Fauda), Nora El Koussour, Maisa Abd Elhadi (The State) y Dipo Ola (We Hunt Together). Escrita por Stephen Butchard (The Last Kingdom) y dirigida por Alice Troughton (A Discovery of Witches, In the Flesh) y Ben A. Williams (Humans). Seis episodios. Estreno: 3 de febrero

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Indebted (NBC)

Dave (Adam Pally; Happy Endings, The Mindy Project) y Rebecca (Abby Elliott; Odd Mom Out, How I Met Your Mother) están listos para recuperar su vida tras años de pañales y noches sin dormir, pero los padres de Dave, Linda (Fran Drescher; The Nanny, Happily Divorced) y Stew (Steven Weber; Studio 60, 13 Reasons Why), se presentan sin avisar. Y arruinados. A Dave no le queda más remedio que acogerlos, y a partir de ese momento no queda claro quién debe criar a quién. Escrita y producida por Dan Levy (Schitt's Creek). Estreno: 6 de febrero

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Katy Keene (The CW)

Spin-off de Riverdale ambientado en Nueva York varios años después, donde Katy (Lucy Hale; Pretty Little Liars, How I Met Your Mother), una aspirante a diseñadora de moda, conoce a Josie McCoy (Ashleigh Murray, Riverdale), que acaba de llegar persiguiendo su sueño de triunfar en la música. Allí les acompañarán Pepper Smith (Julia Chan, Saving Hope), una misteriosa socialite; y Jorge Lopez (Jonny Beauchamp), un intérprete amante de Broadway que actúa como drag queen. Los cuatro formarán una familia que no se detendrá ante nada para llegar a la fama. Completan el reparto Katherine LaNasa (Imposters, Future Man), Camille Hyde (American Vandal, Power Rangers Dino Charge), Lucien Laviscount (Scream Queens, Snatch), Zane Holtz (From Dusk Till Dawn), Bernadette Peters (Smash, Mozart in the Jungle) y Daphne Rubin-Vega (Smash, Tales of the City).

Escrita por Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Riverdale) y Michael Grassi (Riverdale, Supergirl). También está producida por Greg Berlanti (Arrow, Riverdale).

Estreno: 6 de febrero

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Tommy (CBS)

Abigail 'Tommy' Thomas (Edie Falco; The Sopranos, Nurse Jackie) fue agente de policía en Nueva York y ahora se ha convertido en la primera jefa de policía de Los Ángeles. Su filosofía de trabajo es distinta a la de sus predecesores. Usa su honestidad y sus habilidades para lidiar con los retos políticos y sociales que le demanda su trabajo. Con Adelaide Clemens (Rectify), Michael Chernus (Manhattan, Orange Is the New Black), Russell G. Jones (The Americans, Godless), Joseph Lyle Taylor (Sneaky Pete), Thomas Sadoski (The Newsroom, Life in Pieces), Olivia Lucy Phillip, Vladimir Caamaño (Runaways, Superstore), Katrina Lenk (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, The Good Fight), Paul Schulze (Nurse Jackie, The Punisher) y Philip Anthony-Rodriguez (The Morning Show, Why Women Kill).

Escrita y producida por Paul Attanasio (Bull, Homicide: Life on the Street). Estreno: 6 de febrero

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Briarpatch (USA Network)

La primera temporada de una antología producida por Sam Esmail (Mr. Robot, Homecoming) está basada en la novela homónima de Ross Thomas (1984). Trata sobre una investigadora (Rosario Dawson; Daredevil, Seven Pounds) que vuelve a su pueblo de Texas para encontrar al asesino de su hermana y acaba descubriendo un sistema corrupto. Con Kim Dickens (Treme, Fear The Walking Dead), Jay R. Ferguson (The Romanoffs, Mad Men), Brian Geraghty (Chicago PD, Ray Donovan), Edi Gathegi (StartUp, The Blacklist), Ed Asner (Dead to Me, The Mary Tyler Moore Show), Alan Cumming (The Good Wife, Instinct) y Sarah Minnich (Better Call Saul). Adaptada y producida por Andy Greenwald (Legion). Diez episodios. Estreno: 6 de febrero

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Interrogation (CBS All Access)

Basada en la condena real de un joven (Kyle Gallner; Veronica Mars, Outsiders), que se declara inocente, por el brutal asesinato de su madre. Los nueve primeros episodios mostrarán interrogatorios apoyándose directamente en los archivos policiales y podrán verse sin un orden concreto como si fuera la investigación de un caso sin cerrar durante años. Completan el cast Peter Sarsgaard (The Killing, The Looming Tower), David Strathairn (Lincoln; Good Night, and Good Luck), Kodi Smit-McPhee (Let Me In, X-Men: Apocalypse), Vincent D'Onofrio (Daredevil, Men in Black), Frank Whaley (Luke Cage, Ray Donovan), Pat Healy (Hap and Leonard, Blunt Talk), Melinda McGraw (Outcast, The Crossing), Michael Harney (Orange Is the New Black, Weeds), Vinessa Antoine (Being Erica), Ebon Mosss-Bachrach (Girls, NOS4A2) y Autry Haydon-Wilson (Paradise Lost).

Creada y producida por Anders Weidemann (30º i februari) y John Mankiewicz (House of Cards, Bosch). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 6 de febrero

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Locke and Key (Netflix)

Adaptación de la novela gráfica de Joe Hill sobre tres hermanos -Tyler (Connor Jessup; American Crime, Falling Skies), Kinsey (Emilia Jones, Utopia) y Bode (Jackson Robert Scott, It)-, que se mudan con su madre (Darby Stanchfield; Scandal, Jericho) a la casa de su padre tras su asesinato. Allí descubren unas llaves mágicas que esconden muchos secretos. También participan Sherri Saum (The Fosters), Steven Williams (The Chi, The Leftovers), Griffin Gluck (American Vandal, Private Practice), Laysla de Oliveira (The Gifted), Kevin Alves (Shadowhunters, Degrassi: The Next Generation), Petrice Jones (Step Up: High Water), Thomas Mitchell Barnet (Wayne), Asha Bromfield (Riverdale) y Felix Mallard (Happy Together, Neighbours).

Escrita por Hill y Carlton Cuse (Lost, Colony). Diez episodios

Estreno: 7 de febrero

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My Holo Love (Netflix)

Drama coreano sobre una mujer exitosa (Go Sung Hee, Suits) que tiene problemas para reconocer caras y debido a esto se distancia de la gente y se encuentra sola la mayor parte del tiempo. Un día conecta con un holograma de inteligencia artificial llamado Holo (Yoon Hyun Min) de apariencia idéntica a su creador pero de personalidad muy distinta, que la entiende y se preocupa por ella, y descubre un amor que nunca esperó encontrar.

Escrita por Ryoo Yong-Jae y dirigida por Lee Sang-Yeob.

Estreno: 7 de febrero

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Mythic Quest: Raven's Banquet (Apple TV+)

Comedia sobre el día a día y los problemas de un disfuncional equipo de desarrolladores de videojuegos en plena creación de un juego muy popular. Protagonizada por Rob McElhenney (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia), Charlie Day (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia), F. Murray Abraham (Homeland, Chimerica), Danny Pudi (Community, Powerless), Imani Hakim (Everybody Hates Chris), Charlotte Nicdao (Please Like Me, Camp), David Hornsby (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Six Feet Under), Jessie Ennis (Veep, Better Call Saul) y Ashly Burch.

Creada, escrita y producida por McElhenney (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia), Day (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The Cool Kids) y Megan Ganz (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Community). Nueve episodios. Ya está renovada por una segunda temporada.

Estreno: 7 de febrero

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The Pale House (BBC One)

Adaptación de la novela de Agatha Christie (1961) en la que aparece una misteriosa lista de nombres en el zapato de una joven asesinada. Uno de los nombres es el de Mark Easterbrook (Rufus Sewell; The Man in the High Castle, Victoria), un anticuario viudo que ha encontrado el amor de nuevo con la joven Hermia (Kaya Scodelario; Skins, The Maze Runner) pero aún sigue obsesionado por la trágica muerte de su primera esposa. ¿Por qué está su nombre en esa lista? ¿Está destinado a morir? Su investigación le llevará hasta The Pale Horse, la casa de tres mujeres que se rumorea que son brujas. Completan el reparto Bertie Carvel (Doctor Foster, Baghdad Central), Sean Pertwee (Gotham), Henry Lloyd-Hughes (Killing Eve, Indian Summers), James Fleet (Outlander, Unforgotten), Poppy Gilbert, Madeleine Bowyer (Black Mirror), Ellen Robertson, Sarah Woodward (Queens of Mystery), Georgina Campbell (Broadchurch, Flowers), Claire Skinner (Outnumbered, Next of Kin), Rita Tushingham (In the Flesh), Sheila Atim (Harlots) y Kathy Kiera Clarke (Derry Girls).

Escrita por Sarah Phelps (And Then There Were None, Ordeal by Innocence). Dos episodios.

Estreno: 9 de febrero

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The End (Sky Atlantic)

Drama familiar sobre tres generaciones de una familia de Australia que tratan de averiguar cómo morir con dignidad, vivir sin nada y hacer que la vida valga la pena. Kate Brennan (Frances O'Connor; The Missing, Mr. Selfridge) es una doctora especialista en cuidados paliativos y se opone a la eutanasia. Edie (Harriet Walkter; Flowers, The Crown), su madre, está a favor del derecho a morir y tiene miedo a las residencias de ancianos. Con Luke Arnold (Black Sails, Glitch), Morgan Davies (The Girlfriend Experience), Alex Dimitriades (Secret City, The Slap), Noni Hazlehurst (A Place to Call Home, City Homicide), Ingrid Torelli (Five Bedrooms), John Waters (Offspring, All Saints), Roy Billing (Rake, Jack Irish), Andrea Demetriades (Janet King, Pulse) o Uli Latukefu (Marco Polo, Harrow).

Creada y escrita por Samantha Strauss (Dance Academy, Offspring). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 10 de febrero

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For Life (ABC)

Drama legal sobre un prisionero (Nicholas Pinnock; Counterpart, Marcella) que se convierte en abogado y lleva los casos de otros reclusos mientras trata de revocar la sentencia de cadena perpetua que le impusieron por un crimen que no cometió. Cuenta también con Indira Varma (Game of Thrones, Luther), Joy Bryant (Parenthood, Good Girls Revolt), Glenn Fleshler (Billions, Barry), Dorian Missick (Tell Me a Story, Animal Kingdom), Tyla Harris (Six, Claws), Mary Stuart Masterson (Fried Green Tomatoes, Blindspot), Timothy Busfield (The West Wing, thirtysomething), Boris McGiver (House of Cards, Person of Interest) y 50 Cent (Power, Spy).

Escrita y producida por Hank Steinberg (Without a Trace) y producida por Isaac Wright Jr. -la serie está inspirada en su vida- y 50 Cent (Power). El piloto está dirigido por George Tillman Jr. (Men of Honor, The Hate U Give).

Estreno: 11 de febrero

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Cherish the Day (OWN)

Narra el romance de una pareja de Los Ángeles durante cinco años, con cada episodio centrándose en un día significativo de la relación. Protagonizada por Xosha Roquemore (The Mindy Project, I'm Dying Up Here) y Alano Miller (Underground, Jane the Virgin), contará también con Cicely Tyson (How to Get Away with Murder, The Help), Michael Beach (Third Watch, Sons of Anarchy) o Kellee Stewart (Midnight, Texas; The Soul Man).

Creada y producida por Ava DuVernay (Queen Sugar, When They See Us). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 11 de febrero

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High Fidelity (Hulu)

Inspirada en la novela de Nick Hornby (1995) y la película del año 2000, esta versión nos cuenta la historia de Rob (Zoë Kravitz; Big Little Lies, Divergent), la cínica y desencantada dueña de una tienda de discos de Brooklyn. Amante de la música pop y las listas top five, decide visitar a las cinco personas que le rompieron el corazón.

Con Jake Lacy (I'm Dying Up Here, Girls), Da'Vine Joy Randolph (People of Earth, Empire), David H. Holmes, Kingsley Ben-Adir (Vera, The OA), Rainbow Francks (Jett, The Umbrella Academy), Ivanna Sakhno (The Spy Who Dumped Me) y Thomas Doherty (Legacies, The Lodge).

Creada y escrita por Veronica West y Sarah Kucserka. Producida por Zoë Kravitz. Diez episodios.

Estreno: 14 de febrero

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Utopia Falls (Hulu)

Dentro de unos cientos de años, entre las ruinas carbonizadas de la Tierra, veinticuatro adolescentes de la última colonia son elegidos para competir en la prestigiosa The Exemplar, un concurso de artes escénicas. Tras descubrir un misterioso archivo que le ayuda a conocer el hip-hop, Aliyah (Robyn Alomar), la independiente y aventurera hija de un oficial del gobierno, empieza a cuestionarse todo lo que sabe y convence al resto de jóvenes para comenzar una revolución y sacar a la luz la verdad gracias al poder de la música. Con Akiel Julien (The Next Step), Robbie Graham-Kuntz (The Next Step), Humberly González (In the Dark), Phillip Lewitski (Vikings), Devyn Nekoda (Backstage), Mickeey Nguyen (Make It Pop), Kate Drummond (Wynonna Earp), Huse Madhavji (Saving Hope) o Alexandra Castillo (Mary Kills People, The Girlfriend Experience). Escrita y dirigida por R.T. Thorne (Find Me in Paris). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 14 de febrero

Duncanville (FOX)

Comedia de animación sobre la familia y los amigos de Duncan, un chico de quince años con una gran imaginación. Con las voces de Amy Poehler (Inside Out, Parks and Recreation), Rashida Jones (Angie Tribeca, The Office), Wiz Khalifa (Dickinson), Ty Burrell (Modern Family), Riki Lindhome (Garfunkel and Oates, Another Period), Betsy Sodaro (Another Period) y Yassir Lester (Black Monday, Making History). Escrita por Mike y Julie Scully (The Simpsons, The Carmichael Show) y producida por Amy Poehler (Parks and Recreation, Broad City). Trece episodios. Estreno: 16 de febrero

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Intelligence (Sky One)

Comedia ambientada en el cuartel general de comunicaciones del gobierno británico en Cheltenham y centrada en un arrogante y disidente agente de la NSA (David Schwimmer; Friends, American Crime Story) que se une a un inepto y falto de tacto analista informático (Nick Mohammed; Uncle, Drifters) para formar un equipo contra el crimen cibernético. Completan el cast Sylvestra Le Touzel (The Crown, Utopia), Jane Stanness (Sally4Ever), Gana Bayarsaikhan, Oliver Birch (In the Flesh), Eliot Salt (GameFace) y Colin Salmon (Arrow, No Offence).

Escrita y producida por Nick Mohammed. Seis episodios.

Estreno: 18 de febrero

Spectros (Netflix)

Un grupo de adolescentes del distrito de Liberdale en São Paulo, Brasil -conocido por su gran comunidad japonesa- acaban en una realidad sobrenatural en 1908, donde tendrán que enfrentarse a extraños y siniestros acontecimientos. Acaban entendiendo que alguien está trayendo de vuelta a los muertos, que quieren venganza por lo que les ocurrió en el pasado. Protagonizada por Danilo Mesquita (3 %, Rock Story), Enzo Barone (A Garota da Moto, A Voz do Silêncio), Cláudia Okuno, Pedro Carvalho (Nerd of the Dead, Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho) y Mariana Sena.

Escrita, dirigida y producida por Douglas Petrie (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Daredevil). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 20 de febrero

Hunters (Amazon)

Inspirada en hechos reales, nos presenta a un grupo de personas que comienza una sangrienta búsqueda en Nueva York durante los años 60 para llevar frente a la justicia a cientos de oficiales nazis que viven de incógnito en Estados Unidos y planean crear allí el cuarto Reich. Jonah Heidelbaum (Logan Lerman; The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Percy Jackson), tras el asesinato de su abuela, entrar a formar parte de la banda y se convierte en el protegido de Meyer Offerman (Al Pacino; Scent of a Woman, The Godfather), un cazador de nazis retirado. Completan el reparto Lena Olin (Alias, Riviera), Josh Radnor (How I Met Your Mother, Rise), Jerrika Hinton (Grey's Anatomy, Here and Now), Carol Kane (Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Gotham), Saul Rubinek (The Last Tycoon, Warehouse 13), Tiffany Boone (The Chi, The Following), Louis Ozawa Changchien (Kidding, Bosch), Greg Austin (Class, Mr. Selfridge), Dylan Baker (Homeland, The Americans), Kate Mulvany (Secret City), James Le Gros (The Passage, Mildred Pierce), Ebony Obsidian (If Beale Street Could Talk), Caleb Emery (Good Girls, American Vandal), Henry Hunter Hall (When They See Us, Waist Deep), Jeannie Berlin (The Night Of, The First), Julissa Bermudez (106 & Park), Becky Ann Parker (Men in Black), Josh Mostel (Big Daddy), Miles G. Jackson (The Last O.G.) y Jonno Davies (Spotless).

Creada y escrita por David Weil (Moonfall) y producida por Jordan Peele (Get Out, The Last O.G.). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 21 de febrero

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Puerta 7 (Netflix)

Thriller sobre las barras bravas argentinas, los peligrosos hinchas de fútbol. En la serie, una mujer (Dolores Fonzi; Truman, La cordillera) quiere limpiar la corrupción de un equipo y el nombre de su familia, un joven se convierte en barra brava para salvar a su familia de la pobreza y diferentes facciones del mismo club se enfrentan en una guerra civil. Con Esteban Lamothe (El marginal, Estocolmo), Carlos Belloso (La odisea de los giles, Atrapa a un ladrón), Daniel Aráoz (Una especie de familia, El hombre de al lado), Juan Gil Navarro (Floricienta, La casa del mar) y Antonio Grimau (Se dice amor, Soy gitano).

Creada por Martin Zimmerman (Ozark, Narcos), escrita por Patricio Vega (Los simuladores) y dirigida por Israel Adrián Caetano (El marginal, El otro hermano). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 21 de febrero

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Gentefied (Netflix)

Dramedia bilingüe que sigue a tres primos mexicanos de Los Ángeles y sus intentos de vivir el sueño americano, incluso cuando este sueño amenaza su barrio o el negocio familiar. Protagonizada por Karrie Martin, J.J. Soria (The Oath, Animal Kingdom), Carlos Santos y Joaquín Cosio (The Strain, Narcos: Mexico). Les acompañan Julissa Calderón (Revenge), Annie González (Shameless, Good Girls Revolt), Laura Patalano (Vida), Felipe Esparza, Rafael Sigler (Ugly Betty), Jaime Álvarez (Grey's Anatomy, Shameless), Bianca Melgar, Michelle Ortiz y Alejandro Patiño.

Creada y escrita por Marvin Lemus y Linda Yvette Chávez, de la webserie del mismo nombre; y dirigida por Lemus. Producida por America Ferrera (Superstore). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 21 de febrero

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I Am Not Okay with This (Netflix)

Cuenta la historia de una joven de quince años llamada Sydney (Sophia Lillis; Sharp Objects, It), enamorada en secreto de su mejor amiga Dina (Sofia Bryant, The Good Wife) y con unos poderes telepáticos que aparecen siempre en los momentos más inoportunos. Completan el reparto Kathleen Rose Perkins (Episodes), Wyatt Olef (Guardians of the Galaxy), Aidan Wotjak-Hissong (Falling Water) y Richard Ellis (Veronica Mars).

Creada por Jonathan Entwistle (The End of the F***ing World) y Christy Hall, dirigida por Entwistle y basada en la novela gráfica de Charles Forsman (The End of the F***ing World). De los productores de Stranger Things. Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 26 de febrero

Followers (Netflix)

Natsume Hyakuta (Elaiza Ikeda; Sunny: Tsuyoi Kimochi Tsuyoi Ai, Isle of Dogs) es una aspirante a actriz que no está teniendo demasiada suerte ni en el mundillo ni en su vida personal cuando la popular fotógrafa de moda Rimi Nara (Miki Nakatani; Ringu, Ringu 2) publica una foto suya en Instagram. El éxito de Natsume en las redes crece a pasos agigantados mientras se cruza con una serie de personas de Tokyo que desean mantener la relevancia social mientras persiguen sus sueños. Con Nobuaki Kaneko (Diner), Mari Natsuki (Vision, Isle of Dogs), Yuka Itaya, Kom I, Yutaro y Shuhei Uesugi.

La primera serie de acción real original de Netflix Japón está dirigida por Mika Ninagawa (Diner). Nueve episodios.

Estreno: 27 de febrero

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Queen Sono (Netflix)

La primera serie de Netflix original de África es un thriller sobre una espía altamente entrenada (Pearl Thusi, Quantico, Catching Feelings) que trabaja para una agencia sudafricana y lidera operaciones criminales mientras lidia con una crisis personal. Con Vuyo Dabula, Sechaba Morojele (Human Cargo), Chi Mhende, Loyiso Madinga, Rob Van Vuuren (Munki and Trunk, Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom), Kate Liquorish (Madiba), Khathu Ramabulana (Shadow), Enhle Maphumulo, Abigail Kubeka (Wild at Heart), Connie Chiume (Black Panther), Otto Nobela (Wizard) y James Ngcobo.

Creada y dirigida por Kagiso Lediga (Catching Feelings). Seis episodios.

Estreno: 28 de febrero

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months ago

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Bode Leone Masterlist

Remedial - You discover what's been going on with Bode.

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

One Kiss For The Road - Bode gives you one last kiss for the road.

Two Weeks - There's just two more weeks until Bode's parole.

Trust - You are the only person Bode trusts entirely.

Fern - Bode struggles to adjust to life after incaraceration.

Gossip - Bode doesn't realise the two of you are the source of some small town gossip.

Something Else (NSFW) - Bode finds something he loves about life after incaraceration.

To The Moon & To Saturn - Bode finds a nerdy way to tell you how he feels.

Waiting - You and Bode say goodbye before he goes on campaign.

NSFW Alphabet:

Bondage

Dominance

Extra

Yes Sir

Zones

HCs:

Dark Secrets

THOTS:

Not Enough

#bode leone #bode leone x reader #bode leone x you #fire country #bode donovan #bode donovan x reader #bode donovan x you

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 8 months ago

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#yep he still loves her #the way he looks at her #im not crying you are #love #fire country #gabriela x bode #bode x gabriela #bode donovan #gabriela perez #in love #bodiela #stephanie arcila #max thieriot #2x8

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lamurdiparasian · 8 years ago

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Visceral

Everyone loves a radical piece of print. Presenting Visceral a compendium of photographic and literary explorations delving into the dark side of love, lust and infatuation. And if that wasn’t interesting enough, Visceral goes onto examine the often unconventional reality of intimate psychology and human interrelations, our fascination with feeling in dark extremity and the evocation of our deepest emotions. This book not only will draw you into the dark themes and memorising figures, but it’ll also (perhaps) unleash your inner demons through its stimulating photographic properties. The books aesthetic is classically designed with bold, chic, refinement with inspiration being taken from the early 1900’s constructivism in addition to the photographic stories by Bil Brown, David Bellemere, Enga Purevjav, Kirsten Bode, Michael Donovan, Pola Esther and Sante D’Orazio and written pieces by Ava Berlin, Brian McGreevy, John Paul Pryor, Kate Messinger, Lydia Lunch, Stephen Elliott and Vanessa Matic.

VISCERAL is dangerously seductive and now available for preorder at www.viscousltd.com.

Creative Direction and Design by Amy Hood

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i-wanna-write · 5 months ago

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It’s Fate - Bode Donovan x Reader. SMUT

Prompt: Any type of Bode Smut requested by @bsarg

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, cuss words, trying not to get caught, fluff

Words: 2000+

A/N: Second ever smut so still improving! Again, all images found from Google!

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Sneaking off was not what you signed up for when this all started, yet here you are. You never thought you'd be sneaking into and out of Three Rock Con Camp to have an hour or two of passion, yet here you are. You never thought you'd be hooking up with your Captain's son, your dead best friend's brother, and your ex, yet here you are.

You and Bode Donovan met when you were little and it was friendship at first sight. Some would say it's fate. Throughout the years you two got closer and you also got closer with his sister, the two of you often ganging up on him.

The friendship line blurred and it ended with the two of you naked, and in bed together. That one night turned into many nights and those many nights turned into a full blown relationship filled with trust, love, and passion.

You stayed by his side during his battle with addiction and his sisters death but than he left everything and you behind. So when he showed up again, at Three Rock Con Camp of course you were angry at him. Irate. Furious. All those words that can be used to describe anger and hurt.

Yet he wasn't the same man he was when he left and it seemed that fate wanted you two in each others lives. Because the past year you've been getting to know each other again as you've both grown and the anger you've held has slowly left. In that place, your love, passion, and desire for him has returned.

And it seemed the feelings were mutual.

So the past few months, you've been sneaking on and off the camp for a night - maybe an hour or two - with Bode. You lived for those moments where the two of you could revert back to your old selves. To those sweet and tender and goofy moments. To those moments where the past is in the past, the future in the future, and the two of you can just be with each other in the present.

All this leads to now, where Bode is holding your right hand in his as he leads you to a shed on Three Rock's property. It houses everything from fire equipment to toilet paper but you don't mind.

As soon as the door closes, Bode is on you, your back pressed against the door as his lips connect with yours. Your hands find themselves moving up towards his neck and pulling lightly at the long hair growing there as you move together.

Your tongues move together slowly, both of you savoring the moment and in no rush for the moment to end. His hands move down your sides lightly, goosebumps rising before they settle on your ass and softly squeeze the flesh.

You pull your lips away for a breath but Bode doesn't stop as he moves his lips slowly down your neck, leaving ghost kisses in their wake. A smile is brought to your lips at the feeling and you throw your head back with a sigh.

His lips are back on yours, capturing it and your tongues continue their dance, teasing each other. You explore each others mouths, teeth occasionally clashing but neither of you minding. You feel his hands move from your ass to reach the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss so he can have you in just your bra, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten.

He stares at your boobs for a moment, eyes darkening before he leans forwards and latches onto the top of one, kissing and bitting. His other hand snakes underneath the bra cup of your neglected one, swirling around the nipple before pinching it. You immediately feel heat rush to your core and buck your lips forward to feel his cock straining against his jeans.

This motion causes him to bite down on your boob harder, and you let out a low moan, throwing your head back against the wall. This causes something to fall from one of the shelves next to the door and it clatters to the floor.

Bode immediately pulls away, eyes narrowing to see what the sound was. You giggle, laughing at the situation that you're both in.

"Shh." He says, looking around the shed as if he thinks Captain Manny is going to pop out and catch you two.

"It was a fire helmet Bode." You say, still giggling at the look on his face.

He turns back to you and gives you a grin, shaking his head before pulling you away from the door. You watch as he grabs a fire blanket from one of the shelves and lays it on the floor, gesture for you to lay down.

'Ever the gentleman' You think to your self, moving to sit so your hands are supporting you from behind and legs out in front of you.

Wanting to be rid of the bra as one cup is already disheveled from Bode's hands, you unclasp it and toss it to the side. Bode stares at you and butterflies move in your belly at the look on his face.

You arch your eyebrow at him, silently asking what he's going to do about your new state of undress. He answers by kneeling down and moving your legs further apart to settle between them. He pushes you down onto the blanket and is once again kissing you.

Your nipples harden at the feel of his shirt scratching against your skin and you lightly bite his lip due to the feeling. He lets out a groan, pulling away to attach his lips to your neck, sucking your pulse point. You once again let you a moan and Bode pulls away.

"Shh." Bode whispers against your skin, moving towards your boobs, this time the one that didn't receive any attention.

"Well maybe if you'd move this along." You whisper breathlessly, bucking your hips up into his as he bites down on your nipple.

"Patience." He says, kissing his way down your stomach.

His tongue swirls around your belly button before it reaches the top of your shorts. His fingers make their way to undo them and you raise your hips so he can slide them off you.

He does just that, leaving you completely naked and him fully clothed. Something you can't help but point out.

"This is hardly fair." You state, gesturing to his clothing.

Bode gives you an amused smile, reaching down to pull his shirt off over his head. You lick your lips at this and go to make a remark but are stopped as his lips reach your thigh.

You lay your head back down and close your eyes as you feel him kiss his way to your core. He blows on you before placing a kiss on your bundle of nerves, you hips bucking into his face. He places a hand over your stomach to hold you down, this time allowing his tongue to swipe up and into your core.

"Fuck Bode." You moan as his tongue enters you.

He tongue moves in and out of you, sliding every now and again to your bundle, biting it lightly to tease you.

"Fuck, Fuck." You say, moving your hands that were gripping the blanket to grip and pull at his hair.

At this, Bode uses his hand that is not holding you down to have a finger enter you and you gasp at the intrusion. He moves it at an agonizingly slow pace, using his mouth to bite on your bundle. Soon, another finger is entered and you roll your eyes back, moaning. You feel him curl his fingers up, rubbing the spot you needed him to.

"Oh God!" You say. "Don't stop, I'm close." You state, trying to pull his head even closer to your most intimate part.

Bode picks up his pace, his thumb's pressure increasing and fingers moving faster. You feel your body start to tense but apparently Bode does as well as he pulls completely away, mouth and hands leaving you.

"What the fuck Bode!" you ask, immediately sitting up on your hands.

Bode is just smiling down at you. You can't help but laugh at the sight. His stubble is glistening due to your juices and you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your taste off him.

"Remember, patience." He says.

"Fuck patience. Fuck me now or I'll finish myself." You threaten, reaching forward for the belt buckle on his jeans.

Bode just laughs lightly at your impatience but slaps your hands away, removing his pants and boxers himself. He's now kneeled before you in all his glory, cock stood to attention, red and dripping precum.

You lick your lips at the sight and decide that two can play at this game. You sit up and lunge forward pushing him so now he's the one laying down with you on top.

"Fuck." He says, his head having hit the hard ground at the motion.

"Sorry." You say, giggling while he shakes his head at you.

He looks at you through hooded eyelids as you're kneeled between his legs. You smile, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He lets out a groan, eyes flutter close as you slowly take him in your mouth.

You take him half way, one of your hands moving with your mouth for the length you cannot take. Your tongue swirls with the movement and you feel his hands grab at your hair, guiding your head up and down his length.

Your other hand moves to grip his balls, moving over them slightly, knowing what he likes. He bucks his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you pull back, almost all the way to tease him before taking as much as you can again.

"Fuck Y/N" Bode groans out.

"Shh." You pull back to say before increasing your pace, his hips bucking up once more.

As your pace increases, so does his bucking and you know he's close so you take him a few more times before pulling away completely, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You sit back on your knees, smiling as his eyes pop open at the loss of you. You give him a look, as if asking 'see how I felt'. He shakes his head before grabbing your hips, pulling you on top of him.

You feel his cock hit your core, and can't help but let out a moan, all the teasing leading to this moment. His lips attach onto yours again, teething clashing and tongues swirling. Your hands moves up and down his chest, nails scratching slightly while his move over your back, reaching down to grip your ass.

You grind against his hard member, wanting him to finally enter you already. You get your wish as he slips his cock into you, a gasp escaping you at the intrusion. He pulls you down onto him by your hips, entering all the way into you.

You both pant, just staying connected for a moment before Bode feels you relax and begins to move your hips off him before pulling you back down again. You begin to move your hips, starting a slow yet deep pace as you pull your mouth from his and rest your hands on his chest for leverage as you bounce up and down.

Bode's hands leave your hips now that you've set a pace and grabs your boobs, squeezing them and twisting your nipples. Your hips continue to move at the slow pace, pulling back slowly only to snap back down to take him as deep as you can.

His gaze is settled on your face, watching as your eyebrows furrow and eyes are closed as you relish in just the feeling of you becoming one. Remembering your teasing from earlier, Bode's hands slide down to grip your hips, pulling you off him.

You give him a confused look before a squeak of surprise leaves your lips as he rolls you over so he's on top, his cock once again sliding into you.

You don't complain as he sets a new pace, this one just as deep but faster. His one hand moves to your left hip, wrapping your leg around his waist so he can get the right angle while his left grabs your hand, pinning it by your face and enclasping your fingers with his.

He leans down to attack your neck with bites and kisses, your free hand now pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. His right hand moves down to your nub, thumb drawing hard circles around it to bring you back to the edge from before.

"Fuck Bode, you better not stop this time!" You moan, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, hand gripping his tightly.

"Don't plan on it." He mumbles against your neck.

You buck your hips to meet each of his thrusts, feeling heat move throughout your body and down to your core.

"Bode, I'm gonna-" You're cut off by a harsh kiss, his hips hammering into yours, thumb moving roughly as your coil snaps, toes curing and stars in your eyes.

"Fuck!" You exclaim, your core squeezing his cock as you cum.

Bode continues to fuck you through your high, his own close. He feels the sensation travel down his spine to his toes, pounding into you before finally letting out a grunt, releasing himself into you.

"Fuck Y/N" He groans, his hips slowing before finally stopping, his mouth near your ear as he pants into it.

You move your hands up and down his back lightly, wincing slightly as he removes his cock from you. That's the only movement as he stays laying on top of you, both of you catching your breaths.

One of your hands reaches the hair on his neck, playing with it slightly, a smile on your face. Bode places a small kiss to your neck before pulling away, rolling onto his back and sitting up slightly so his back is against one of the shelves.

This causes another item to fall and at this, you both start to laugh.

"You're terrible at trying to be quiet." You whisper to him through laughter.

He gives you a playful glare before reaching for you, rolling your body so you're now half on your stomach, half on your side, head and left hand on his chest.

You feel his own left arm wrap around you and it slowly moves up and down your back soothingly. Meanwhile, your hand plays with the small chest hair on his body moving in small circles.

"I don't get it." Bode whispers, breaking the few moments of silence.

"Get what?" You question, looking up to stare into his blue eyes.

"So much has happened. I've done so much. I'm literally a convict and you have to sneak in to be with me. Yet here you are." He says, running his finger down your cheek.

"Yet here I am." You state, smiling slightly, moving your hand through his hair and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. "Because it's fate."

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A/N: Hope it was good!

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