#eric always dressing like an auntie

[sea-of-machines]

not from the same situation but they're in the same order

[littlespidermonkey]

I think in the universe where the Cullens aren't in Forks, Bella Swan takes a while to come out of her shell, but when she does, she's witty and passionate and smart as a whip, even if she's still quiet and reserved. She sits with Jessica Stanley, who demands the best of everyone, and tells her friends about her boyfriend down on the rez, who is sweet and caring and funny and good with his hands, who works for everything he's ever had.

After class, during a sleepover, Bella whispers to tell Angie and Jess about the night after prom, even though her father, loving and careless, worries about her only a normal amount and loves Jacob Black like his own. When she gets into Dartmouth--all by herself, through study sessions in garages and with Jessica and in Angela's house--she chooses to go to Stanford instead. She misses the heat and light on her skin, even after falling in love with the rain. Jessica comes with her; Angela and Eric go to U of Washington in Seattle instead, for education and journalism respectively.

Bella makes sure to call every week and then one day she drives down to Seattle and her boyfriend, warm like the sun she loves and at least twice as reliable, becomes her fiancé. The ring isn't especially big or ornate or pricey, but the way she smiles could trick anyone into thinking that it was. All of her friends, new and old, are waiting at the small party afterwards, and Bella laughs the entire time. The engagement cake--chocolate, her favourite--is sweet and moist against her tongue.

She moves back to Forks once she gets her masters in information sciences and becomes the town's librarian. She gets married a month before the move, barefoot in the surf and her old prom dress, both her parents weeping with joy and Billy Black beaming damn near as bright as his son, Sue Clearwater holding his hand.

She raises her kids --both beautiful children, blessed with Jake's thick, long hair--with Angela and Eric's and takes them down to Los Angeles to visit their auntie Jess and her husband Quil, who lavishes them with gifts from her career as a top surgeon. She jokes about having to support Quil's career as an environmental lawyer and displays each and every one of his wins alongside her diplomas. When William Black II decides he wants to be a doctor too, she writes him a shining letter of recommendation to her alma mater. Sarah, who has always been the spitting image of her father, joins and eventually takes over Jacob's mechanic shop.

On occasion, Bella fights with Jacob, even though he's the love of her life. Despite this, she is never afraid of him, and he never stops her from doing what she wants. Instead, he goes out and works on his cars and comes back in an hour later with slightly greasy hands and a bouquet of flowers from Emily Young's little garden, planted to celebrate her cousin Leah Uley's wedding. Bella makes him muffins, recipe courtesy of Sue and missing bites courtesy of Seth, Colin, Sarah, Will, and Claire, with raspberries, not blueberries, just how Jake likes them. They make up, and they make changes, and they go on.

Eventually, both slower and quicker than she realizes, Bella gets old. She lives in fear of losing herself, of losing her husband and her children, like her grandmother had. But she remembers her grandkids to the very end, even gets to meet her first great-grandchild a week before it happens. Her heart gives out before her brain does, too weak and too slow.

It was too full of love, the letter from Jacob says. Sarah reads it. Her father passed a day after his wife--simply too heartbroken to live without her. Much of the town of Forks and hordes of family attend their funeral, remembering a life well lived.

It is an unremarkable life, in the grand scheme of things. She does not live to be a thousand; she is no great beast, with speed like the wind and strength; she does not discover her powers or lead a great defiance. Bella Black, happy and human and surrounded by love, could never imagine wanting anything else.

[lezliefaithwade]

(B)Rats!

At one point in my early twenties, all my girlfriends seemed to collect other people’s children as though they were their own. Every coffee or dinner get-together resulted in listening to them regale me with so-and-so’s adorable child and the incredible excursion they’d just been on. 

“Charlotte and I went to the ROM.” Laurie boasted, “She showed a deep understanding of the Ramapithecus stage of human development,” 

These children always had names like Gwendolyn, Bronte, or Charmaine and invariably spoke two languages fluently as well as being proficient on the piano or violin. Every kid was a genius from what I could tell. My takeaway from these encounters was that my friends were using these experiences to show how grown up and responsible they were. But beyond that, how loved. After all, if children adore you, that’s saying something – right? 

“Look,” Laurie insisted shoving a hand-made card in my face with glued elbow macaroni on the cover. “Bronte made this for me. Inside it says, You are the best!”

Back in my apartment while contemplating whether glue traps were a humane way to handle my overwhelming mice infestation, I thought that perhaps I should try to endear myself to some children. Clearly, this was the next step towards adulthood, and like learning how to drive, I didn’t want to be left out. Also, I figured any child would confirm what I already suspected, that I was the next best thing to Mary Poppins. In no time at all, they would call me “auntie” and beg their parents to spend time with me.

I quickly made a list of all the people I knew with children under the age of seven and the next day reached out to see if anyone was interested in my shepherding their kids around Toronto for a few hours of fun. “I have tickets to see the Nutcracker,” I told my grown-up friends, Eric and Allison. They had a daughter named Mary Jane, whose nanny had to have emergency dental work on the very week they’d planned a romantic getaway, so they were only too thrilled to lend their precocious six-year-old to my cause. This struck me as perfect timing. Their home was beautiful and their fridge was well stocked. Not only would I enjoy spending time with an insightful child, but I’d be well-fed in the process.

“She’s gluten, dairy, and sugar-free,” Allison told me handing me a plastic bag of celery and carrot sticks. “She’s also allergic to peanuts, bandaids, and perfume.“ Here’s the number where we can be reached and the telephone number of her therapist.”

“Your six-year-old has a therapist?” I asked. I imagined myself bragging about Mary Jane’s incredible interpretation of Rorschachs and fascination for dream psychology.

“Speech therapist,” Allison said, as she ushered the youngster into the room.

If it were possible to pour cream of wheat into a mold and have it set, then one might have an impression of Mary Jane. She was pale, thin, and dressed from head to toe in bubble gum pink.

I looked at the child and it crossed my mind that I’d been given a dud. 

“Do you speak two languages?” I asked her

“I can thpeak thom pig Latin.” she volunteered.

What about musical instruments?

“Only the gathoo.”

MJ, why don’t you tell Lezlie about your part in the Christmas Play. Lezlie is a writer, you know.

You’re in a play, I asked, suddenly interested.

“A Chrithmath Carol.”

“She’s Tiny Tim.” Allison volunteered.

Mary Jane seemed like a sweet if not meek six-year-old with a nose that always ran and hair that stayed limp, even after it had been washed. As her mother and father loaded up their Cabriole with a few overnight bags, she sat listlessly colouring a picture of a mouse sitting on top of a pile of presents.

“What a sweet little mousie,” I said doing my best to ingratiate myself. 

“Ith’s not a mouth.” Mary Jane announced in a tone that suggested I was an idiot. “Ith’s a rat.”

Allison interjected, “Ever since the movie Ratatouille, she’s been very excited about rats.”

“Is that so?” I said, all the while wondering how I might be able to parlay this information into something useful. I wonder if she knows anything about extermination, I thought to myself.

“Here’s the number of the Inn we’ll be at,” Eric said. “Call if there is an emergency. Bye Bye MJ” and they were off.

“Well,” I said to Mary Jane, “Shall we get ready to see the Nutcracker?”

“What’s that?” Mary Jane asked

“A ballet.”

“What’s that?”

“A kind of dance piece.”

“I hate danth.”

“But there are pretty costumes and classical music.”

What’s that?”

I looked at the clock. Only 48 hours to go.

At the theatre, Mary Jane informed me in no uncertain terms that I was boring, thtupid, and ugly. I had no idea that little children could be so cruel. I wanted to sink to her level and say, “I know you are, but what am I?” But we had until Sunday and these were early days.

To break the ice I volunteered a little bit about myself in the hopes that it might impress her to like me.

“So your Dad mentioned that I’m a writer?” I asked

“My dad thinks that writerths are just unemployed bums.”

Out of the mouths of babes. 

“Look,” I said handing her a kleenex, “Maybe you’ll like the dancing. Let’s try to have fun.”

“What’s that?” She said as the orchestra tuned up and the lights dimmed.

Here’s what I remembered about the Nutcracker. There’s a little girl and a huge Christmas tree and a Nutcracker Prince and a Rat King.

Here’s what I forgot about the Nutcracker. The Prince defeats the Rat King who is dragged away, unconscious by his minions. At intermission MJ was hysterical.

“Ith he dead?” She started screaming. “Ith the Rat King dead?”

“No!” I said, “Just unconscious. He’s fine.”

“He’s NOT fine,” she screamed. “I hate the Nutcracker. I hate him. I HATE HIM!!!!”

An usher made her way over to us. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

There are people, and you know them, who naturally assume that in ANY given circumstance they would be more useful than you.  

“We’re fine,” I said doing my best to diffuse the situation.

The usher started talking to Mary Jane directly as though I were her captor and had forced her to the ballet.

“Is that true? Are you okay little girl?”

“I HATE the Nutcracker!” Mary Jane screamed. Now everyone was looking at us.

You have to understand that at this point Mary Jane’s ire had worked its way up from a four to an eight and the more attention she got from the ‘well-meaning’ usher, the more MJ screamed. Front of House was called. 

“Now, now,” he said, “what seems to be the problem?”

“I think I’d better take her home.” I volunteered trying to get Mary Jane's arms into her coat as she flailed about.

“Is this your mommy?” The Usher asked.

“NO!” Mary Jane screamed

“Do you know this lady?”

“NO!” 

All eyes were now on me. 

“I’m babysitting.” I sputtered. “Her parents are away for the weekend and I’m taking care of her.”

“Is that true?” the usher asked Mary Jane who stopped sobbing just long enough to nod. 

The lights in the foyer flickered. 

Act two is about to begin. Please take your seats A disembodied voice announced, and the lobby slowly emptied back into the theatre. 

Mary Jane and I left the building under the watchful eye of the well-meaning usher who was still taking a mental picture of me for the police report she’d be filing later that night. 

Back home Mary Jane was still distressed. Surely I was the worst babysitter on the face of the earth having traumatized a six-year-old for life.

“Look,” I volunteered carefully so as not to set her off, “I’m a writer, as you know, and though you may have an accurate, although brutal opinion of me, occasionally it pays to be able to use the pen as a kind of sword.”

Mary Jane looked up at me from her pillow.

“What do you mean?”

“What if I write a letter to that Nutcracker and insist that he apologize to the Rat King for any wrongdoing and —

“Give him back his crown.” Mary Jane interjected.

“Yes,” I agreed, “Give him back his crown. I’m sure between the two of us, we could come up with a great letter to that phony bologna that would set him straight.”

We worked for the better part of an evening and this is what she came up with:

Nutcracker,

You are a mean, horrible, nasty, sniveling, block of wood. How dare you wound the Rat King that way. Do you have any idea how valuable Rats are? Did you know that rats outperform humans in cognitive tests? They are affectionate, and empathetic and can even laugh when tickled.

Because they drop seeds rats are also great for the environment by planting trees everywhere they go. What do you do? Hmm? You crack nuts. Big deal. I can do that with my shoe. I think you are just jealous of the Rat King. Please consider your behaviour and apologize at once and leave the Rat King alone. 

Sincerely, 

Mary Jane Higgins

“That’ll do the trick,” I lied. “You really told that Nutcracker where to get off.”

“What’s that?” Mary Jane asked

“Never mind,” I said. “Let’s order pizza.”

I wish I could say that from that moment on, Mary Jane and I were friends. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened. What actually happened was a week later her grandmother, completely unaware of what had transpired, took Mary Jane to see the Nutcracker again. Of course, MJ went, convinced that her letter had changed the outcome by making the Nutcracker see the error of his ways.  When, of course, it didn’t…she had another meltdown in the lobby of the Hummingbird Center while the well-meaning usher questioned her grandmother’s legitimacy amid Mary Janes screams of, “I hate the Nutcracker. I HATE HIM!!!”

As for me? Since Mary Jane had educated me about the psychology of rodents,  I found myself incapable of ending my mice infestation and eventually had to move. 

[noladyme]

My Only Sunshine - Chapter 1

Liv is as human as they come – faults and all. After a dark experience in her past, she is determined to live life on her own terms, and never let anyone claim her as theirs again. This becomes an issue, when she meets a 1000-yearold vampire, who is dead-set on claiming her as his own.

TW: Blood

It was a warm night, and I was wearing my favorite summer dress, seated on a velvet couch, in an old house.

“Well, miss Sunday. Thank you very much for coming all the way out here to speak to me. I’ll go over your resumé one more time, but I think I’ve heard all I need”. The dark-haired, pale man gave me a friendly smile. I knew better than to reach out my hand for him to shake, and simply got up to stand, and nodded at him. “Thank you, Mr. Compton”, I smiled. “Just let me know if there’s anything else you need… So, interview over?”. “Interview’s over”, he said. “Good! Calling you Mr. Compton was getting weird!”, I laughed. “Well, you did insist”. “It was a job-interview. It was only proper”, I shrugged.

Bill Compton walked me to his front door, and I was about to say goodbye, when he halted, just before going for the doorknob. “There is one thing, I wanted to ask you; and seeing as you’ve been so forthcoming with me, on everything else…”. The vampire narrowed his eyes at me. “What?”, I said. “Why did you decide to apply for the position as my day-person?”, he asked. I smiled embarrassedly. “Honestly… I need the money”, I said. “I’ve been hoping to pay down my student loan, but taking up extra shifts down at Merlotte’s just isn’t cutting it”.

“That’s not what I meant”, he said. “You just don’t strike me as the type of person to take a job for a vampire”. He raised an intrigued brow at me. “Not enough fang marks on me?”, I chuckled. The vampire chuckled, and it seemed that if he’d been able to blush, he would have. “You’re offering a good salary for what seems like an easy job; and one that I can do while still staying on with Sam. The fact that you’re a vampire doesn’t really matter to me”. “Why not?”, he asked. “Why should it?”, I retorted. “Some might say it’s dangerous to work for one of us”, the vampire said. “You’re no more likely to hurt me than any other vampire around – or human for that matter”, I said. “Besides; Sookie speaks highly of you, and I trust her”. “Well, she speaks highly of you as well”, he said.

He seemed to think for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. “If you want this job, it’s yours”, he said. My jaw dropped. “Really?”, I asked. The vampire confirmed it with a nod. “Thank you, Bill. You won’t regret it…! One thing, though… Day-person? Can’t we call it… secretary? Or assistant?”. He chuckled warmly as he opened the door for me to leave. “Please come by tomorrow. I’ll have a list for you with some things I need handled”, Bill said, as I went down the steps of the porch. “8 pm?”, I asked. “That sounds perfect”, Bill said. “See you then”. He handed me back the “resumé”, which I’d written on the back of a paper placemat from Merlotte’s. As I took it, I got a slight papercut on my finger. “Shit”, I muttered. Bill smiled slightly. “Would you like me to fetch you a band-aid?”. “Nah…”, I said, and looked at the trickle of blood. “You hungry?”, I teased. “I think Sookie might have a problem with me feeding from a friend”. “Alright”, I shrugged.

I began fishing my car keys out of my bag, and cursed to myself, as they fell from my hand, and landed in the gravel on the ground. I was about to crouch to pick them up; when I felt a gush of wind, and suddenly stood nose to chest with a very tall man. I had to tilt my head back to look him in the eyes. They were bright blue, and had a sharpness to them. “Hello”, he said, a cheery mischievous tone to his voice. “Hi”, I said, and went to pick up my keys again. The man – vampire, I realized – held them out to me, before I even so much as bent over. “Fuck, you’re fast”, I gasped. He put the keys in my outstretched hand, and grabbed my wrist, to look at my bleeding finger. “When I want to be”, he smiled. “Bill, who is this? Introduce us”.

Bill stepped of his porch, and walked warily towards us. “Eric Northman… This is Liv Sunday”. I found it hard to break eye contact with the tall vampire, mostly because he was one of the most handsome people I’d ever met. “Liv”, Eric said. He dragged out the sound of my name, pronouncing it Leev. “Yours…? She smells… pure”. I managed to look away, and turned my gaze to Bills face instead. His jaw was clenched. “My assistant”, Bill repeated, put a hand on my arm, and went to stand half way in front of me. The tall vampire let go of my wrist. “Off limits”. “I’m a big girl, Bill", I said. “I can speak for myself". “Yes, she’s a big girl, Bill", Eric smiled. “Let her speak for herself". I frowned at the tall vampire, and shook my head. “That means you too, Vlad", I said. A grin ghosted his face.

Eric leaned his head forwards, and burrowed his eyes even deeper into mine. “Liv… You’re interesting”, he said. “Please. Tell me more about you”. “Eric!”, Bill growled. “Why have you come?”. “To discuss matters surrounding the conference. It is election year, after all”, the other vampire replied, never taking his eyes off mine. “Now stop interrupting my conversation with… Liv”. The vampire-testosterone was heavy in the air, and I swallowed hard. “Maybe some other time”, I said. “Oh come now…”, Eric smiled, his eyes digging even deeper. I frowned at him. “I said no!”, I sneered. The tall vampire seemed taken aback, and Bills eyes widened. “Ok… I’m just gonna go”, I said.

Bill followed me all the way over to my car, and held the door for me as I climbed in. I opened the window to let some air into the cabin. “Drive safely now”, Bill said. “See you at 8 tomorrow. I’ll give your regards to Sookie”. Eric smiled at me. “It was nice meeting you, Liv”, he said. “Until next time”. His intense gaze made heat pool in my lower stomach, and I had to consciously tell myself to put the key in the ignition.

I drove home to my one-bedroom rental feeling happy that I’d nailed my job interview; and stirred from meeting Eric. I supposed he always had that influence on people; Bill probably just turned his mojo down, because he had Sookie, and didn’t need to impress people in the same way. Bill was the second vampire I’d met that I’d actually spoken to, since they came out of the coffin. Eric was the third, so I didn’t have much to compare him too; but I read magazines as much as the next person.

When I got inside, I took a cold shower; trying to shake the meeting out of my system. Before I climbed into bed, I checked my messages, and saw that Sookie had sent me a text, congratulating me on my new side-gig with Bill. I sent her one back, thanking her for hooking me up with the interview.

Sookie had been a good friend every since I got to town. I’d been down on my luck since leaving San Diego; but Bon Temps had been good to me so far. I had a waitressing job at Merlotte’s, on top of the one I’d just gotten with Bill – taking care of the things he needed done during the daylight – and some good friends in Sookie and Bill; and even my other boss; Sam. I’d even go so far as calling Sookies brother, Jason, a friend – even if he did try getting me into bed with him, whenever he could. I think the fact that I was so fervent in my dismissal of him, made him have some weird kind of respect for me. I was happy – settled, even. The last thing I needed was some blonde hottie trying to get in my pants; it didn’t matter if his name was Jason Stackhouse – or Eric Northman for that matter.

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I slept in the next day, as my meeting with Bill had been quite late – or should I say, early, as I’d not been home until 3 am. My shift at the bar was a slow one, which was good for Terry, who was having one of his bad days in the kitchen. All 6 hours dragged along in a manner so boring, it was a relief when 7 pm. came along, and Arlene came to take over from me.

Arriving back at the Compton house, I was met in the door by Sookie. “Hey, Liv! Come on in!”, she grinned. “Bill’s in the living room”. “Is it your night off, Sook’?”, I asked. “Uh huh”, she said. “Bill’s taking me to dinner”. We walked into the living room, where Bill was waiting, with a somber look on his face. “Liv… I would like to apologize for Erics behavior last night”, he said. “He didn’t do anything wrong”, I said. “It’s not the first time someone’s flirted with me”. “Eric Northman flirted with you?”, Sookie chuckled. “And you didn’t end up with your legs around his waist?”. I mock scoffed. “I am a lady”, I said. “I tend to throw them around a man’s neck first”. Sookie punched my shoulder. “Slut!”, she grinned.

Bill looked very seriously at the both of us. “This is no laughing matter, ladies. Eric glamoured you!”, he said. I shook my head in confusion. “He didn’t…”, I said. “I saw him… He was using his glamour on you”, Bill repeated fervently. “I really don’t think he did. At least I didn’t feel anything happening”, I tried again.  “Jeez… I worked for you for five minutes; and you’re already acting like my daddy”, I said.

The vampire looked confused, but Sookie broke the tension, by reminding him they had reservations. “You’re right, of course; sweetheart”, Bill said, and took a piece of paper from the coffee-table. “I made this list for you. On the top here is making an appointment with an electrician. I’ve been having some flickering lights in the kitchen. Of course, I don’t use it much, but I do want it working… Then there’s this case of TruBlood O-neg. The all-night supermarket won’t be getting another shipment for at least a week, and I can’t…”. “Honey? We’re late!”, Sookie sighed. “Where are you going?”, I asked. “A place in Shreveport. Ky-auntie”, Sookie smiled. “Chianti”, Bill said. “And you’re right. Let’s go”.

We all left the house, and walked to our respective cars, when I remembered something. “Hold up!”, I called out. I ripped some of the paper from the list, and quickly wrote down my phone number with an eyeliner from my purse. I ran over to Bill with it. “Here. You never got my number. Just in case anything else comes up”, I said. “Thank you”, Bill smiled. “Any big plans for you tonight?”, he asked. “I have a date with my neighbor’s cat. At least I think he belongs to my neighbor. He might be a stray… We eat tuna together on Thursdays”, I sighed. “I thought you were allergic to cats”, Sookie said from inside the BMW. “Our love is complex… and I take pills”, I said. “Go on now. Have fun”.

I waved them off, as they drove away; and got into my own car. It stalled a few times, before finally starting up, and I could drive home – just in time for my date with Mr. Whiskers. He was only mildly annoyed when I came out the back door 3 minutes late, with his bowl. “Sorry I’m late, honey”, I said. “I had a vampire to tend to”. The cat wailed at me, and attacked the tuna like it hadn’t eaten in weeks.

I lit a cigarette, and sat down on the steps, leaning against the screen door, reading a magazine. Some of my neighbors were having a party, and I enjoyed the music coming out of the window. It was a warm night, but not many mosquitos around. I was happy to be left alone from the little bloodsuckers, when my phone vibrated, and I found myself summoned by a large one. - Need you in Shreveport asap. Bill

I frowned at the phone. - I’m your day person. Nights are off limits.

- Fangtasia. Be there in an hour.

- Remind me to ask for a raise BOSS!, I replied; stomped out my smoke, and went back into the house to look up the address of whatever the hell Fangtasia was. Google let me know it was a vampire bar. Dinner must have been over quickly, and Bill had probably taken Sookie for a drink. I looked down at the attire I was currently wearing, and decided that if Bill insisted on being a jerk-boss, I’d be a jerk employee; and show up in cut off shorts, and ABBA t-shirt – that was fifty sizes to big, and hung off my shoulder – hopefully embarrassing him in front of his friends.

I cursed at Bill all the way to Shreveport. “Stupid vampire, ruining my date with Mr. Whiskers”, I muttered to myself, as I parked my rusty car next to a flashy convertible on the parking lot of the bar. There was a line down to the door, going all the way around the corner of the building. A blonde woman with a bored expression on her face stood at the entrance, turning away anyone she didn’t see fit for entry. I sent Bill a text, letting him know I was outside, and had no intention of waiting in line. He’d have to meet me in the lot.

I leaned against my car, kicking at a stray paper cup on the ground, when a cold finger poked my shoulder. I looked up into the face of the blonde woman. She was striking up close. “Liv Sunday?”, she said, sounding as bored as she looked. “Yeah?”, I said. She gave me an insincere smile. “Follow me…”.

She led me to the entrance of the bar, and a burly doorman lifted the red rope for us so we could walk inside. A song with heavy bass was leading some scantily clad dancers on podiums, and the air was heavy with cheap perfume and sexual frustration. The blonde led me to a table, and waved over a black clad waitress. “Order whatever you want on the house. Ginger will sort you out”, she said. The waitress smiled brightly at me. I shook my head. “No, I’m here to meet Bill”, I said confusedly. The woman rolled her eyes, and walked away. I would have given her the finger, if I wasn’t worried, she’d bite it off. “What can I get you?”, the waitress, Ginger, asked. “The most expensive thing you have that isn’t blood”, I sighed. “Long Island Ice Tea, coming right up!”, she grinned, and walked away; tugging at her tiny top as she did.

I took my phone out of my pocket, and saw I had a new text from a number I didn’t know. - Hello Liv. This is Bill Compton. I would like to extend my gratitude to you for accepting the position as my assistant. I’m writing this as Sookie is powdering her nose; as to not interrupt our evening together. Could I please ask you to add to the list, that I need to get in touch with a florist who knows where to get some sunflowers? Sookie likes them. Thank you very much.

I was deeply confused at this point, and not a little worried. If Bill hadn’t been the one to summon me to Fangtasia, then I was currently in a strange bar, surrounded by vampires, without a companion; just sitting around like a delicious crab leg on a buffet table. Sure, there were humans around, but they all seemed more focused on getting the attention of vampires, than helping me out, if needed be. I texted Sookie. - What’s Bills number? I think someone texted me, pretending to be him.

She responded quickly. - Who? Are you ok? Where are you?

I wrote back. - No idea. I’m in some place called Fangtasia.

I was still holding my phone, when Ginger returned with my drink, and set it down. She seemed about to say something to me; when suddenly she bowed reverently. “Master…”, she said, sounding like she was having a strange sort of orgasm.

I looked up, and saw that Eric Northman was standing by the table, with the blonde female vampire next to him. He gave me a slight smile, and sat down across from me; relaxing against the backrest of the chair. “Jag är inte din budbärare, bare för at du vil knulla en liten människa!”. The blonde seemed annoyed, but I didn’t understand her words. “Slapna av, Pam. Det här är annorlunda”, Eric said. “Fika på hende, då. I don’t give a shit. Just don’t ask me again”, she snarled. ”Pamela!”, Eric said firmly. “Leave us”.

“What’s up her ass?”, I muttered. “Pam doesn’t take it up the ass; she gives it”, Eric said matter-of-factly. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You texted me…”, I said. “I did”, Eric said. “Go away, Ginger”. The waitress backed away, her eyes still on the floor. “Master. Yes, master”. I raised my brows. “Wow…”. I met Erics eyes hesitantly. “Why am I here?”. “Because I wanted to see you…”, he said. He dipped a finger into my drink, and licked it. “Don’t drink this. Someone put drugs in it”.

I swallowed hard – a sudden flashback striking me, taking me to a place I didn’t want to go. “Liv?”, Eric said. “What?”, I snapped. The vampire seemed taken aback. “You’re very brave”, he said. “I don’t know what you mean”, I muttered. “Speaking to me like that… and the text you sent me back, when you thought I was Bill. You obviously don’t know a lot about vampires”. I shrugged, trying my best to seem at ease with the conversation.

“How did you get my number?”, I asked; pushing the drink away gingerly. “I’m not listed”. “I flew over Bills house, as you wrote it down”, Eric said. “I have very good eyesight. You used a .01 Ultra Black eyeliner”. “That’s kind of creepy”, I said. “You’re a flying, creepy guy”. Eric laughed heartily, the sound coming from deep within his chest. “You’re funny”, he said. “It’s like you have no sense of self-preservation”. “Well, I figure you didn’t go through all the trouble of flying over Bills house to get my number; just so you could kill me”, I said. “At least… I hope you didn’t”. Eric looked towards the bar, at the tender behind it. “Chow, get her a fresh one. Make sure it’s drug free”, he said, so quietly, I almost didn’t hear it. I realized the bartender must be a vampire as well; that was the only way he’d be able to hear him. “You don’t have to… I’m fine, really”. “It’s no trouble", Eric assured me. “This is my bar after all. It’s in my interest to keep the patrons happy". “I’m not a patron…”, I said.

Eric ignored my words. “Your t-shirt… I like it”, he said. “I’m related to the blonde, you know…”. “You’re Swedish?”, I asked. A fresh drink appeared in front of me, and I looked at it hesitantly. “It’s safe”, Eric said. “Yes, I’m originally from Sweden…”. “So, you were speaking… Swedish, before?”. Eric nodded. “You name, Liv; it’s actually the Swedish word for life”. “Huh…”, I muttered. “I always thought it was kind of geriatric”. Erics eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Quite the opposite… It suits you. You seem full of life”. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and took a sip from the straw. The drink was delicious. “And… when are you from? If you don’t mind me asking”. “Are you asking how old I am?”, Eric smiled. I blushed, and took a second sip. “I am a little over 1000 years old”.

I choked on my drink, and suddenly, Eric was next to me; gently patting my back with one hand, and holding mine with the other. “Are you alright?”, he said worriedly. “Yeah, I’m fine”, I croaked. I looked up into his eyes, and saw true concern. “Really”, I smiled. Eric sat back down on the chair opposite me; still holding on to my hand. His own was cool, but not cold. I guessed he’d recently fed.

I bit my lip. “Are you really 1000 years old?”, I asked in a whisper. “Yes”, Eric confirmed. “I was a Viking”. My eyes widened. “Like with the… pillaging, plundering and… raping?”, I said. Eric smiled smugly. “I didn’t need to rape to bed a woman; or a man for that matter”. “Huh…”, I said; and took a deep sip from my drink. “Well, you do have that tall, blonde and handsome thing going for you”. He ran his thumb over my knuckles. “You find me handsome?”, he said. “Every person in this room finds you handsome”, I retorted; rolling my eyes. I looked towards a nearby table, where a young woman with obviously dyed black hair was starring at us. When her eyes darted towards me, she looked like she wanted to scratch my eyes out.

“Tell me about you…”, Eric said. “Why?”, I asked. “Because it’s only fair”, the viking-vampire said. “In the last ten minutes, I’ve told you my age, occupation, sexual orientation; and I’ve saved you from getting drugged". I was painfully aware that Eric probably had a million different ways of getting what he wanted from me, but for some strange reason, I didn’t think he’d use any of them. Not yet anyway. None the less, I still didn’t see his reason for wanting to know. “I meant, why are you asking?”, I said.

Eric played absentmindedly with my fingers – or maybe not so absentmindedly; as he seemed to know exactly where and how to stroke my fingers in a way, that sent signals straight to my core. "You’re interesting“, he said. “And Bill interrupted me before I could finish my glamour on you, to get you to tell me". I chuckled softly. “You didn’t glamour me", I said. “Of course I did", Eric retorted. “Sorry, but I think you have little too much faith in your own abilities“.

He let go of my hand, and sat back straight in his chair. For a long time, he didn’t speak, just starred at me, before his pupils suddenly dilated, and a tranquil and yet almost flirtatious expression spread over his face. “Liv…”, he said softly. “Tell me; what’s your favorite sexual position?”. My jaw dropped. “That’s absolutely none of your business!”, I growled. Eric looked completely confused, and even paler than his usual pasty shade. He furrowed his brows, and moved his head forwards; almost crouching in his chair, as to reach my eye-level. “You want to tell me, Liv", he said, his voice alluring. Abso-fucking-lutely I wanted to tell him; but not under our current circumstances. As it was, Eric was being completely inappropriate, and I had no intention of continuing our conversation. I stood up. “Thanks for the drink. Now, if you don’t mind, please go to hell".

I walked towards the door, and made it halfway through the crowd, when suddenly, Eric was standing in front of me. He looked almost enraged, and towered over me menacingly; starring into my eyes so hard, I could almost feel it physically. “Liv. You want to tell me about yourself", he boomed. “I want to go home!”, I hissed, trying to pass the imposing vampire. He moved slightly, making me have to brush against his chest with my shoulder. Eric’s hand was suddenly on my upper arm. I froze in place, as he lifted my hair slightly, breathing in my scent. “What are you?”, he asked in a low voice, his cool breath sending annoyingly pleasurable shivers down my spine. I looked up into his eyes again; and jumped a bit, when his fangs popped out. The deepest, darkest part of me wanted to put my finger to one of them, and see how sharp they were.

“Eric!”, Bills voice boomed over the music. Sookie came out from behind him, walked straight up to the 6’4 inches vampire, and hit him over the shoulder with her purse. “Looks like that’s two dates you’ve ruined tonight”, I said. Eric smiled. “But ours was going so well”, he said; his fangs retracting again. “This wasn’t a date…”, I said. “This was you tricking me into meeting you”, I hissed. “You had another date tonight?”, he asked, darkness ghosting his face. I gave him a sarcastic smile, and pulled my arm out of his grasp, stomping out of the club, past Pam. She looked amused at the situation, and stepped back to let me get to the parking lot.

With shaking hands, I opened my car door. Bill and Sookie weren’t far behind me. “I am very sorry, Liv”, Bill said. “Had I known there was a chance Eric would…”. “Forget it, Bill”, I said. “I’ll take care of the things on your list tomorrow. Right now, I just want to go home… I’m sorry I ruined your date”. “It’s not your fault”, Sookie said earnestly. “Do you want us to follow you home in Bills car?”. “No, I’ll be fine… Just, go salvage whatever you can of your night”, I said. I gave Sookie a half hug, and nodded at Bill.

Eric was staring at my car, as I drove away. I saw him exchanging a few words with Pam, before he went back inside Fangtasia.

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I had the next day off from Merlotte’s, and after I – once again – slept in, I had plenty of time to take care of my errands for Bill. When I got back home from having dropped of a case of O-neg on his porch, I texted him the info of an electrician and a florist who could help him out with his other requirements.

My mail had arrived while I was gone, and as I got ready for a night of serving beer, I looked through the bills and catalogues; finding among them an envelope without sender. Inside was a picture of a young woman in a seductive pose, wearing very little. I recognized myself immediately. It had been taken my last night at my old job at Sugar and Spice – a night I didn’t remember much from, due to a drink I should never have accepted. I almost fell into a kitchen chair, and shuddered. I put my hand to my chest, remembering the wound I’d earned that night.  

He’d found me. I wasn’t surprised. Though my number and address weren’t listed, if Thomas wanted something, he’d get it; he had a way of talking himself in to things. Either that, or he’d use brute force. The thing that made me confused, was the fact that Thomas wasn’t even supposed to remember me. I was supposed to be just another dancer he’d taken pictures of, at the club.

I was startled when my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up, when I saw it was Sam. “Hey…”, I croaked. “Hey, Luce’… I’m really sorry to ask you this, but Coby has the mumps, and Arlene needs to…”. “You need me tonight?”, I asked, almost hopefully. I didn’t want to be alone. “You’d be doing me a big favor…”, Sam said. “I’ll be there”. “Thanks, cher’. I’ll give you tomorrow off instead”, he replied in a relieved voice. “No problem what so ever”, I said. “I’ll be there in a few”. I hung up, and hurried getting ready for work.

Merlotte’s was full of people; which was pretty typical for a Friday night. The tips would be pretty good, and I wouldn’t have to be alone with my thoughts. Sookie handed me a clean apron, and I tied it around my waist, avoiding her gaze. “You seem out of sorts”, she muttered, as I tied up my hair in a bun. “Seem? Or are you listening in…?”, I said. She looked suddenly sad. “I’m sorry, Sookie… It’s been a hard day”. She smiled a little. “I can’t read you as well as I can some other people, you know”, she said. “Whatever comes through, is usually just colors and emotions. But they’re pretty intense, so I try to avoid them”. “Why?”, I asked. “I don’t know”, she shrugged. “It’s just like that with some folks… Makes it easier to be your friend, though”. I squeezed her hand, and walked out to take some orders.

Hoyt and Jason were nursing beers in a corner, and I walked over to check on them. “Everything good here?”. “Much better, now you’re here”, Jason winked. “You know, I saw your car out back. It ain’t looking good. I’d be happy to give you a ride, when you clock out”. “I’m sure you would, but I’m not in the mood for crabs tonight”. Hoyt laughed heartily, and Jason smiled and shook his head. “Any food for you gentlemen?”, I asked. “LaFayette has some gumbo cooking tonight”. “Sounds good. Hoyt?”, Jason said. “Two bowls, then”, Hoyt smiled. “Coming right up”, I said, and took their order to the serving hatch; winking at LaFayette in the kitchen.

For the next few hours, I pushed away all thoughts of possessive men, and focused on earning my wages. Bill stopped by to give Sookie a kiss, and thanked me for my help so far; leaving me another list. “Just some time next week, will be fine”, he said. “You’re welcome to text me, Bill”, I said. “I dislike using the keys to type”, the vampire grumbled. “I prefer the old-fashioned way of writing”. “Did you use a quill?”, I asked, giving him a sly smile. “Just a no. 2 pencil”, he retorted. “And once again; I’m sorry…”. I groaned. “Please, stop… Nothing happened. I’m perfectly fine”.

Sookie gave me a slight look, which Bill caught immediately. “You’re not. What is wrong?”. “Sookie!”, I sighed. “Sorry! You’re pretty much radiating fear, honey”, she said. Bill looked at me earnestly. “I will do my best to keep you safe from Eric”, he said. “I don’t want you to worry about him”. “I’m not scared of Eric… No more than the next person, anyway”, I assured him; and walked towards the bar, to grab a tray of beers. Sookie followed me there. “What, then?”, she asked. I clenched my jaw. “Could you give this to Jane Bodehouse? I’m gonna go take my break”, I said.

I almost ran out the back door, and lit a cigarette. Sam was putting a bag of trash in the container, when I got there. “Everything alright?”, he asked. “Why is everyone asking me that?”, I almost snarled. Sam seemed taken aback. “Sorry… I’m just… It’s been a day”. “We all have those”, Sam said. “You want to talk about it?”. “Not really”, I said.

Sam scratched his head. “How’s it going, working for Bill Compton?”, he asked. “Fine, so far. It’s an easy gig”, I said. “Don’t worry, it won’t get in the way of my work here”. “I know. I just worry about you, is all”, he said. “You’ve had a strange look on your face all night”. I sighed deeply, not wanting to give away too much. “I got word from an old… acquaintance”, I said. “I’d hoped to avoid it”. “Ex?”, Sam muttered. “Not really…”. I swallowed hard. “Sam… If I… If some day I don’t come in to work… It’s not because I’m playing hookie”. “That sounds ominous…”, Sam said. “Just… I like this job. Bon Temps”, I said. “I’m happy here. So, if suddenly, I’m not around… I didn’t just skip town, ok?”. Sam walked up to me, and put a hand on my shoulder. “Liv, talk to me. What’s going on?”. Sookie stuck her head out. “Sam, we need to call Jane’s son again. She’s passed out on the pool table…”. Sam rolled his eyes, and went back inside, leaving me to smoke in peace.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I had a text; from Eric, of all people. - When can I see you again?

I rolled my eyes. - How do I know you’re not watching me now?

The reply came within seconds. - You don’t. But I’m not. Do you want me to? I decided against replying, and went back inside – chiding myself for indeed wanting that.

When I got back home, I collapsed on my bed fully clothed – but not before having checked to see if all windows and doors were safely closed and locked. Even without A/C, I’d rather sweat than risk someone coming into the house while I slept.

My phone vibrated, and when I saw who was calling, I picked it up. “What?”, I said. “Why haven’t you replied to my messages?”, Eric said. Loud music was thundering in the background. I looked at the screen of my phone, and saw that I had multiple unread texts. “Because I was working. And because I didn’t want to”, I said. That last part was a lie. “What are you wearing?”, he asked. “A leather garter belt, and a top hat”, I sneered. “Really?”. I could hear his smile. “No. Goodnight, Eric”. “Read your messages”, he managed to say, before I hung up.

I more or less had to pry my eyes open to read the messages the vampire had sent me. - I’m not used to have my messages ignored. Well, get used to it, I thought. - I could come by your job. Just say the word. - I want to see you soon. When? At least he was asking, and not telling me. That was a step up from what I was used to. - Please. That one must have hurt. I sent him a message back. - I’ll let you know. And if you insist on texting more than a teenage girl, I’ll reply like one. Ttyl lol rofl xoxo

As soon as I’d dropped my phone on the bed, I smacked my forehead. I’d written xo. That thought kept me awake for hours, and I didn’t fall asleep until the sun was almost up again.

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As soon as I woke a little after noon, I rushed out to handle Bills errands. He’d given me until the week after, but as I saw the picture sent to me laying on my kitchen table, I didn’t want to spend a moment longer in the house. I even called Sam to ask if he was absolutely sure he didn’t need me at the bar; but he all but told me that if he saw me anywhere near Merlotte’s, he’d throw me over his shoulder, and carry me home, so I could enjoy my day off.

A little after sunset, there was a knock on my door, and I was slightly startled to see Eric on my small porch. I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”, I asked. “I was in the neighborhood; and thought I’d save you the trouble of texting me, when you’d be able to see me”, he said. “Besides, I don’t want you driving that rust bucket all the way to Shreveport again. It’s a death-trap”. He looked towards my car, in the driveway. “You can see me now”, I said. “Wonderful”, he said, and once again dug his eyes into mine. “Invite me in”. “No…”, I said. He once again looked confused. “Why can’t I glamor you?”, he asked. “I don’t know… Maybe you’re impotent”. Eric barred his fangs; making me jump slightly. He looked dangerous. “Not nearly”, he said. “You shouldn’t test me”.

Not wanting him to think he’d scared me too much, I took a hesitant step out of the door, putting less than a foot between us. Eric smelled like nothing I’d ever encountered before. It was crisp, and yet warm; like expensive aftershave and salt water, with an undertone of something I couldn’t define – something musky.

“I don’t understand why you keep wanting to talk to me”, I said. “I get it, I’m human. Blood and sex, and all that… But you have a club full of willing participants to whatever it is you wanna do”. Eric nodded. “I know. It’s infuriating that I feel the need to be here”, he said. “But I think I found a fix for it”. “Oh?”, I croaked, doing my best to ignore the fact that a man, that looked more or less like a GQ model, was currently reaching out his hand to stroke my cheek. As his fingertips touched my skin, my breath hitched. “Yes. See, when I have sex with a human, I usually bore with them pretty quickly”, Eric said. “I thought we should just get it over with, so I can move on”. I took a step back, and my back hit the screen door. “I don’t want to have sex with you!”, I lied. “Of course you do. I’m a very good lover”, Eric smiled. “Now, invite me in, and I’ll undress you”. “Shove it up your ass!”, I said. Eric raised a brow at me. “Well, it’s been a while, but I’m up for it if you are”.

I scrambled to open the screen door, and get back inside the house. My body was screaming at me to give in to the sensation in my lower belly, but I told myself that I had to persist. “You should… go now”, I said. Eric stepped closer to me, and I felt his firm chest against my back. “Why?”, he asked, sounding genuinely confused again. “You’re… imposing”, I croaked, and turned to meet his eyes. They were piercing mine, sending tingles down my spine. “Stop trying to glamour me” “I’m not. It doesn’t seem to work on you”, he said; a hint of regret in his voice. “Though I wonder… would you let me test a theory?”. “What theory?”. Eric smiled. “Just humor me. Pam?”.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, when the blonde female vampire suddenly stood next to Eric; and hurried over the threshold, so neither of them could reach me. “What the hell?”, I said. “Yeah, Eric. What the hell? I’ve been waiting behind that tree forever. In my new Jimmy Choo’s”, Pam said. “Be nice, Pam”, Eric said. Pam drew her lips back in an insincere smile. “Hello, Liv. I am very glad to see you”, she said. “Happy?”. She looked out the corner of her eyes at Eric.

Eric gave her a look, and something unspoken passed between them. Pam seemed to shrink in front of me. “Liv, I would like you to let Pam try to glamour you”, he said. “What? No!”, I exclaimed. “I want to know if it’s…”. “Just you?”, I said. For the first time, Eric wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took a deep breath. “Fine. But I’m not coming outside”. Eric nodded. “Pam, try to glamour her. But don’t ask her to come outside where we can reach her”. He was trying to make me feel safe – it was almost endearing.

Pam took a step forward, and looked deep into my eyes. Her voice was soothing. “Liv… You want to invite Eric inside. You want to have sex with him”. I shook my head. “No… Not happening”, I said. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “You… want to invite me inside… Have sex with me”. “No thank you”, I snarled. Pam stepped back, and began laughing. “What the actual fuck?”, she guffawed. “What are you?”. Eric stepped in between us, his back to me. “Thank you, Pamela. You can leave now”, he said. “Eric! She’s…”, Pam began. “Now!”, Eric growled. She disappeared as fast as she’d come.

Eric stood there for a moment, not turning to face me. I was about to close the door, when he spoke again. “I’m making you mine… And getting you a better car”. “The hell, you are", I sputtered. He spun around with wide eyes. “You’re saying… no?”, he asked bemusedly. “I’m not anyone’s; let alone yours”. Eric chuckled at me. “I just claimed you”. “Well you can shove that claim up your ass, as well”, I proclaimed. “You wanted me to tell you about myself”, I said. He didn’t respond, simply stood still and never diverted his eyes from mine. “I left San Diego to get away from a guy who couldn’t take no for an answer… I’m not about to throw myself into the arms of another one who does the same”, I said. “This… guy”, Eric said. “Did he hurt you?”. There was an angry edge to his voice. I looked down, and crossed my arms in front of me. “He did… It’s over. But only because I ran away”, I said. “He… It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want that again”.

For a long moment, he just looked at me; making me swallow to wet my dry mouth. “Alright”, he finally said calmly. “Are we finished?”, I asked, almost in a whisper. “We’re finished”, he said. “For now”. Eric lowered his head, looking earnestly at me. “As long as you say no to me, I won’t do anything”, he said. “I will not force myself on you, Liv”. “Why?”, I asked, genuinely surprised. “Do you want me to? I don’t mind playing games…”, Eric smiled. I shook my head. “Never mind. I thought we were having a moment here, but it’s gone”. I went to close the door in his face. “Liv!”, Eric said; his voice imposing. I halted, and looked at him again. “I don’t know why… But I will not”.

He turned around, and walked down the steps from my small porch. I took a deep breath, before running after him. He heard me coming, and turned around. “Thank you… For at least kind of taking no for an answer”, I said. I tugged at his jacket, to get him to lower his head, and I got on my toes; placing a kiss on his cheek. Once again, I was surprised to find his skin not icy, but simply cool; and I let my lips linger for a moment.

I was about to turn back, when Eric put both his hands on my shoulders, and looked me square in the face. I could tell he wasn’t trying to glamour me. “Be mine”, he said. My breath hitched, and everything in me screamed say yes!. “N-no, Eric… No, I can’t do that”. Eric looked as if I’d slapped him. My phone vibrated, and I took it from my pocket, looking at the screen. “It’s Bill… I have to take this".

Erics face dropped, and he let go of me. “Goodnight, sunshine”, he said, and walked away into the darkness. “Eric!”, I called after him. “I regret picking up your keys for you”, Eric replied, his back still to me. “I would have loved to see you bend over”.

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[aspoonfuloffiction]

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better.

@hptriviachamp thanks for tagging and thinking of me💜

Three ships: Schmidt/Cece, Han/Leia, Christian/Satine (tried to add some variety give some other answers lol)

First Ever Ship: Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase…I probably shipped things before then Uncle Jessie and Aunt Becky, Ron and Hermione, even Eric and Ariel at the mere age of 5 come to mind. But Percy and Annabeth changed the way I consumed books and media in general, they exposed me to fandom, and got me invested in romances. I grew up with those original books but these two in particular will always feel like comfort.

Last Song: Be Alright-Dean Lewis…I was listening because A the song is a banger but also because B I just found out he announced a sequel to the song

Last Film: Free Guy-wasn’t bad actually! Also one of the hottest casts in a movie recently and I stand by that. Jodie Cormer and Joe Keery and Utkarsh Ambudkar🔥

Currently reading: Absolutely SLOGGING through The Last Second Chance but I’m committed I guess

Currently watching: Sweet Magnolias S2

Currently consuming: (or at least last consumed) Ironically given the post I was tagged in…Thai red curry😂

Currently craving: Half Baked Ben and Jerrys unfortunately I can’t have any because I’m trying to fit into a dress for a wedding without having any aunties tsk at me before asking if I’ve gained weight because I’m single.

Tagging: @missfairygodmother @nanso @newtonsheffield @ladyjunebridgerton I feel like everyone has done this already!!! So anyone that sees this and hasn’t done it consider yourself tagged!! I wanna get to know more people!

[i-myeoni-blogs]

MY BOUQUET FOR YOU

I was pacing back and forth, waiting for my boyfriend to arrive at the venue. Our best friend Ruth was getting married, and he was late. I tried to reach him, but it went straight to voicemail. I was getting agitated when suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder.

“I thought ceremony is inside.” I turned around to see a tall figure with a frown before me. He was my friend, Johnny. I scrunched my nose and whined, leaving a chuckle after that. “Where’s Eric?” he asked.

“He’s not answering.” I shrugged my shoulders, letting out a loud sigh. The ceremony was about to start, and we were standing outside waiting for Eric. Johnny kept cracking jokes to make my mood lighter, and so far it actually helped me. We were laughing at something when suddenly a car halted right in front of us. My eyes sparkled with happiness when Eric stepped out from the front seat, he smiled faintly and opened the back door for someone. Johnny and I exchanged a confused look and saw a girl standing beside him fully dressed.

Eric slowly hugged me, there was a pain and disappointment in his eyes and whispered. “I’ll explain everything later.” I looked at the girl and nodded.

During the whole ceremony, my mind kept thinking about the girl. Every time I looked at her, she reflected a weird vibe. Eric sensed my anxiousness and intertwined his fingers with mine, that relaxed me a bit.

We were sitting on a round table chatting along with our friends, but my eyes constantly found their way towards the girl sitting beside Eric. After a while, the bride and groom came to join us. “Maya, you’re here.” Ruth squealed in happiness and engulfed the girl in a tight hug. ‘They know each other?’ I mumbled under the breath. “How is aunty now?” She asked.

Maya’s head dropped suddenly and said. “She left us.” It took me a minute to process what she meant, and I saw Eric stroking her hand gently. Ruth enveloped her in a warm hug and whispered something into her ear. “Nadia,” Ruth sprinted towards me with a wide smile. “You’re looking hot.” She continued, and Johnny hummed in response.

“Not more than you.”

“Obviously, I’m the bride.” She flipped her hair. “Let’s go….it’s time for the bouquet throw ceremony.” Ruth dragged me and Maya towards the open area. All the other single girls were called before starting the ritual. We took our positions, loud cheering could be heard from around. I scanned the ground and found Eric standing in the corner with a dull face. “Maya, you better catch it.” Ruth shouted before tossing the bouquet behind her back.

My smile dropped with that comment and I stood there as a lifeless statue. For a moment I got lost in deep thoughts and didn’t notice the bouquet coming straight towards me. ‘Why would she tell her name?’ I thought to myself. As I was lost somewhere, I felt something hit my chest and I caught the bouquet. I couldn’t process whatever happened all of a sudden.

“Woah, it’s a tie.” Johnny shouted. I looked down to see Maya’s fingers around the bouquet, and she smiled faintly. Everybody were looking at us and Ruth scrunched her nose. Suddenly the bouquet felt heavy, and my hand willingly handed the bouquet to Maya.

It has been a month since that happened, but my mind refused to drop these thoughts. Everything was going normal like it’s used to be. I got busy with my work and Eric was working extra hours in his father’s company, so we rarely met. I almost forgot about Maya in these days.

It was my day off, and I was sitting on the couch sipping on my coffee. Weekends are always special and relaxing, at least that’s what I thought.

“It’s been so long, let’s meet.” I texted Eric and smiled to myself thinking about meeting him after so long. As I stretched my arms and relaxed, a message popped up, it was from Eric.

“Can’t come, I’ve an important interview today.” I sighed at the text and replied, “okay”. Leaning back on my couch, I sighed. ‘Why does he have to work on weekends?’ I mumbled to myself and turned on the television. Even the television seemed boring to me and I tossed the remote aiming at the table, but it fell down. Being a lazy monster, I whined but didn’t bother to pick it up.

Weekends were supposed to be fun, but for me, it was even boring than the weekdays. I roamed around the whole apartment to pass some of my time. I sighed with defeat and decided to go out for a little walk or maybe shopping. Since Eric was busy with his interview, I called my friend Johnny to accompany me.

“Hey, lazy ass.” He snorted with a laugh as he kept honking in front of my apartment. I stepped out of the main door, pretty much annoyed, and thanked his arm. He fake whined and hugged me.

“Why do you have to be so annoying?” He eyed me top to bottom and replied. “Look who’s talking!!” That was us, best friends since high school. People always misunderstood that we are couple, how funny. It’s still a mystery how time passes smoothly when we are together.

“Did you talk to Eric?” He questioned.

“Yes, a few times.” I paused to gulp the cold drink. “He’s a lot busy these days for his upcoming magazine launch.” He hummed in response.

“Did you hear, Maya is joining his company?” I stopped chewing on the chunks and looked at him. “Don’t kill me, Ruth told me.” He raised his hands in defence.

“Why didn’t Ruth tell me?”

“Hey, she must’ve forgotten.” He nudged my arms.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

It was weird that suddenly everyone was getting distant from me, first Eric and now Ruth. I cannot explain, but there was a deep fear building inside me. Since the day I met Maya, I felt something different.

“See you in your wedding, piggy.” He mocked me with a wink.

“Then see you after 5 years, as it’s not happening anytime soon.” I waved him goodbye and made my way towards home. Sprinting on the way, I stopped looking for my mailbox. “Shit I forgot to get my mails.” I sighed looking at the bundle of papers, it was too much.

Tossing the mails on the table, I plopped down on the couch. I took out my phone to see if there’s any text from Eric, but no. ‘How busy is he?’ I thought and dialled his number. The phone rang but no one answered, I sighed and closed my eyes. I stretched my body and relaxed myself, taking the mails.

One by one I started evaluating the mails and tossed it onto the table until something caught my eye. A beautiful rectangular shimmery thing. It was a wedding invitation, ‘Time for some more shopping.’ I thought to myself and smiled. The smile on my face faded as I read the names. “ Eric Williams weds Maya Cavern.”

I thought I got it all wrong and read it multiple times until my hands started to shake. The card fell down, and a tear slipped down my cheeks. I grabbed my phone and dialled his number again and again, but nobody answered. I wanted someone to tell me it was all a joke but no. Furthermore, I tried to call his mother, but unfortunately nobody answered. I held my tears and decided to pay him a visit.

As I stepped outside, I heard my phone ringing, it was Johnny. “Not a good ti-” I was interrupted when he said something.

“Watch the news right now.” He said and hung up.

And like a thunder, I ran to turn the television on. I was shaking from head to toe, struggling to find the controller. Throwing everything out of the place, I grabbed the remote lying under the table. Nervously, I pressed the button and changed the channel.

“How do you feel? Now you’re the new CEO.” The host asked.

“It feels amazing to know that I gained my father’s trust.”

I turned the volume up to listen clearly. He was sitting there all dressed up holding hands with Maya beside him. And to elevate my shock, my best friend Ruth was sitting beside them attending the interview.

“Oh, and I heard you’re going to get married?”

“Yes, we are going to get married.” He kissed her hand and smiled, looking at her with heart eyes, the way he used to look at me. I fell down on my knees as soon as the words fell into my ears. Tears started streaming down my cheeks that I couldn’t control. The thoughts that haunted me came true, she came like a bad news and ruined my life.

Everything that happened a month ago came flashing into my mind. ‘Was I too blind to notice this?’ I thought to myself and cried harder. The person I loved for 3 years kicked me out like nothing. Never have I ever thought that my best friend would betray me like this.

My phone rang and without looking at the caller ID, I received the call. I knew who could it be and didn’t speak anything.

“I’m coming.” Johnny said.

“When I gave the bouquet to her, I didn’t know I was giving half of my life too.”

Story by – Saleen Marandi

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part fifty five/

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: I hope y’all still love me even though it took me three weeks to update :/ So this is where the timeline is gonna start getting a little weird, a lot of time jumps will be happening. Anyways! Enjoy! I’m pairing ‘Home Sweet Home’ from the playlist for this chapter.

Warnings: language, implied smut, this is for the ones that ship Van and T-bone

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*a year later, June 1992*

*Nikki’s POV*

“Dude! Turn on MTV right fucking now!” I pulled my ear away from the phone at Tommy’s loud yelling.

“Dude, calm the fuck down. I’m doing it.” I grumbled, leaving my office as I walked down the stairs to the living room and flipped on MTV:

‘In tonight’s pop culture news we have quite a lot to discuss. Nirvana has hit the airwaves and have become quite the frenzy with their video for ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’, MC hammer has topped the charts with his hit ‘You Can’t Touch This’, and Nikki Sixx’s ex has resurfaced after being M.I.A for a whole year and we exclusively have an interview.’

My heart dropped to my fucking ballsack. Vanity? She did an interview?

“Tommy, what the fuck.”

“Dude! I know right! I know a chick that works at MTV and she told me they got word Vanity was in Dallas and had one of their agents find her.”

I chuckled, “That’s so fucked up.” I knew she hated having the paparazzi in her face, even if she enjoyed a lot of attention. She hated the stupid questions and the cameras:

‘So Vanity Blackwood was with Motley Crue’s bassist, Nikki Sixx for the longest time until the relationship got rocked with a cheating scandal involving playboy Brandi Brandt. Let’s take a look at how the interview went.’

Vanity was carrying a birthday cake as she saw someone coming up to her with a video camera, “Vanity Blackwood! I’m Eric from MTV can I have a minute?” Under the black shades, Vanity was sending a death glare towards the man.

“Yeah man, sure.” Vanity grumbled, putting a birthday cake into the backseat of her car.

“It’s so nice to see you in Dallas, what’s the birthday cake for?”

Vanity rolled her eyes, “A birthday, obviously. It’s my brothers birthday today and we’re having a party.”

The man was shaky with the hand held video recorder, “Oh right! Happy birthday to your brother. Are you just visiting your family here or do you live in the area? Everyone’s curious as to what you’re up too as of late.”

Vanity smirked, leaning against her car as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, “I’ve been around. But I am visiting my family.”

“Oh....so you aren’t living in Texas? Where have you been hiding that beautiful face at?”

Vanity shrugged, “Like I’ve said, I’ve been around.” Vanity smiled at the camera, making my heart burst full of energy.

“God, she’s fucking glowing, T-bone.” I muttered as I sat down on the couch and turned up the volume, “She seems so happy.”

I heard a sigh from Tommy, “Wonder if she has a boyfriend or something.” I frowned, that idea alone pissed me off.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Give me something to work with, where’ve you been hiding?”

Vanity chuckled a bit, running her nails through her hair, “I’ve been...I was in Dallas for a little bit but then I moved somewhere else and I’m happy where I am at.”

“Did you find yourself a new man, angel?”

Vanity shook her head, “No, I have too much going on right now to be dating someone. I’m doing good by myself, don’t need anyone else’s problems in my life.”

Eric chuckled, “Was that a jab at your ex fiancé, Nikki Sixx? I’m sure there was a lot of problems...want to elaborate?”

Vanity stared at the man, “That..that wasn’t a jab and I’d really not like to talk about my past relationship with him.”

“Look, if you don’t mind..I got somewhere I need to be, sooo....can we wrap this thing up?” Vanity asked, rushing through the questions as she opened up her car door.

“Okay, okay! One more! Did you see that Motley Crue has been together for ten years now and they’re celebrating with their ‘Decade of Decadence album?”

Vanity exhaled deeply, looking down at the parking lot, “Yeah, Yeah I saw....I saw they did a cover of ‘Anarchy in the U.K.”

“Oh? So you’re still a fan of Motley Crue?”

Vanity laughed, “No, I’m a fan of the Sex Pistols...anymore questions?”

“Oh dude!-“ Tommy started laughing, “That’s fucking brutal, damn Sixx. She’s not even a fan anymore.”

“Fuck you, Tommy.” I growled before hanging up on him.

I watched as Vanity got into the car, but the dude put his hand on the door to keep her from closing it, “Okay Princess, just one more?”

Vanity looked over, seeming pissed off, “Yes?”

“You don’t have anything to say? About the band? The album? Maybe Nikki?”

“The band....the four of them know I will always enjoy their music. I congratulate them on their new album and the work put into it. As for Sixx...” Vanity stopped talking as she put her sunglasses back down over her face.

“I have nothing to say to that fuckhead.”

I smirked at the TV, “Sure you don’t, princess.” I whispered as a quick slam of the door startled me, “Brandi, hey...” I spat out, feeling my heart jump out of my chest as I quickly changed the channel, “How was the photoshoot?”

She mimicked, “How was the photoshoot? Oh it could have been better if my photographer actually shut the fuck up about that god damn interview!” She yelled, pointing at the TV.

“Who the fuck does that cunt think she is?!” She screamed at me, my eyes going wide, “Clearly, she has nothing better to do then shit on you and the band!”

“Hey, Hey! Calm down, alright?! It was nothing! It was just a stupid interview from those vultures. It’s nothing.” I told her, getting off the couch and walking towards Brandi.

“She called you a fuckhead. Doesn’t that upset you?” She questioned as I shrugged.

“She’s called me a lot worse. I’m not too worried about it, you shouldn’t be either okay babe? No reason to come in blazing hot.”

Brandi nodded as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, my arms snaking around her slim waist as I brought her to me, “I love you.” I said, lowering my head down to kiss her lips, but she turned her head to the side.

“Do you?”

I glared down at her, “Yes, I do love you Brandi. I love you more then I give off, I know. But I’m trying.” I spoke softly as her lips spread into a small smile.

“I know you are, but I would like a little bit more effort. We’ve been together for a year now and you’re barely just now referring to me as your girlfriend in the press.” She explained, a hint of annoyance in her voice as I slumped back onto the couch.

“Brandi, I’m just...I’m private with my relationships. I don’t like having the press in all of my business. That’s it.” I explained to her as she rested her hands on her slim hips, standing in front of me as she blocked the TV.

“Anything else, Angel?” I questioned as she smirked down at me.

“My mother is in town and she wants to go out to dinner tonight. I told her we would meet her at six o’clock.” She spoke, raising an eyebrow as she saw the hesitation on my face.

I wasn’t ready to meet her mother. The only reason I wasn’t ready was because I’ve already met her mother. I met Brandi’s mom on the Girls, Girls, Girls tour and I fucked her.

“Oh...uh, okay.” I cleared my throat as I shifted uncomfortably.

“Can I have your card to go buy a new dress?” She asked sweetly as I nodded. If it gets you out of my face for a few hours, sure.

I dug out my wallet and handed her my black credit card, “Do not overspend.” I warned her as she smiled, reaching down to kiss my lips before she left out the front door.

I groaned, stretching as Anna walked up to me with her stuffed monkey hanging from her lips. I smiled, scratching the top of her head as she looked up at me with her big brown eyes.

*a week later, Vanity’s POV*

Arianna’s big brown eyes stared up at me as this child was fighting her afternoon nap, “Arianna, you need to take a nap. You take one every day what makes today any different?” I asked as I sat on the edge of her bed as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“Mommy, no nap time.” She whined as I gave her a stern look.

“Well, I guess we will just tell auntie Clem we’re not going out for pizza tonight.” I said as she pouted, using her best puppy dog eyes on me.

“But...but mom!” Arianna squealed as she held onto her stuffed teddy bear and covered it up with her unicorn pink blanket.

“I’ll...I’ll take a nap.” She whispered ever so softly as I smiled and nodded. I stood up and kissed the top of her head before leaving her room, her bedroom door slightly ajar.

I exhaled deeply as I saw the mess in the kitchen from lunch time and the sticky residue from her painting with glitter. I ignored it all and plopped down on the couch. Not even having a moment to myself before someone knocked at the door and I quickly got up to get it.

“Hi sorry, couldn’t dig my keys out of my purse.” Clementine explained, hands full of canvases and paint. I closed the door as she put everything on the table.

“I have a date with Klaus tomorrow night.” She explained to me as I chose to clean up the kitchen now.

“Oh yeah? Where’s he taking you now? Another bohemian coffee shop?” I laughed at myself as I could feel Clementine glaring at the back of my head.

“No, he’s taking me to the restaurant at the top of the Empire State Building.” She nervously replied as I turned around and faced her, leaning against the counter.

“He has money for that? No offense, I thought he was also a struggling artist and ate ramen too...”

“What? What do you mean?” She questioned, sitting down on the barstool.

“That uh restaurant is like super duper expensive, I’ve been with uh...” I cleared my throat and started putting dishes in the sink, “..uh...the uh band and it was really, really expensive, like three hundred dollars for half a bottle of wine expensive.”

She frowned, “Oh, well he said he’s had reservations for two months now. He told me they have a black tie formal wear dress code, so I need your help.”

I was amused with her, “I probably have a few dresses you might like.” I said, motioning her to follow me to my bedroom. I opened up my closet, it was small compared to the one in the house I shared with Nikki, but it held everything and I didn’t have anyone breathing down my neck to get rid of some clothes.

“Well, uh...what color do you want to wear? I have black, some blues, reds, dark green...white.” I said looking over my shoulder as I pushed hanger after hanger.

I pulled out a whole bunch of dresses and threw them on my bed, “I also have jewelry you could borrow if you wanted...”

I watched as her eyes lit up when she started going through the colorful scheme of fabrics, “This is absolutely beautiful...” she trailed off as she found a price tag that never got taken off.

I scratched the top of my head as she looked at me, “It’s uh...never been worn....” I mumbled, sitting down on my bed as I watched her check out my closet.

"Vanity, you make me feel poor." Clementine expresses as she came out of the closet holding a plain black dress

“Because you are poor.” I laughed, gazing with a sigh as I checked out the dress, “....He always said I had to much clothes.”

I heard the doorbell ring, “Try it on. I’ll be right back.” I told her as I left my bedroom, quickly popping into Arianna’s room and seeing she was still napping. I walked through the townhome, tripping over a Barbie doll before getting to the front door. I unlatched the chain and opened the door, “Fuck!!” I yelled out, slamming it shut as I leaned my back against it.

“Now is that anyway to treat a friend, princess?” I closed my eyes, hearing knuckles create a beat against the wood.

I wiped my face, opening the front door as messy brown curls and a whole lotta tattoos stood in front of me, “Hey Van....nice place you got here.”

I shook my head, staring at him in disbelief, “What? What are you doing here Tommy?”

He shrugged, taking off his sunglasses and pushing them to the top of his head, “Well I missed you too.” He chuckled, trying to step forward but I closed the door a little more.

“Van...c’mon. I just flew three thousand miles to come see you.” Tommy expressed as his smile died down and he was now stoic.

“You need to leave.” I said, trying to close the door in his face but he wrapped his hand around the frame.

“Vanity, what the fuck? Loose the attitude and let’s talk. I’m not the one who cheated on you.” Tommy demanded as his words stabbed through my chest. You’d think I’d be over it by now.

I glared at him, “How do you know where I live?”

He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his black jeans, “Mmm, a little birdie named Greyson Blackwood.”

I groaned in frustration, I’ll have to call him later.

“...You didn’t even tell me goodbye. You coulda at least left a message telling me you were leaving. I had no idea for like a week.”

I closed my eyes, opening the door so he could come in, “T-bone, it’s just complicated and I didn’t want to involve you.”

“I know, but I thought you know we were like family..” I frowned, hearing him talk as I started cleaning up the kitchen again, “...I came as soon as I had free time. So New York, huh?”

I loaded up the dishwasher, “Uh, Yeah. I like it here, it’s different then Los Angeles. It seemed good, and I needed a fresh of breath air.”

“And look at you, doing household chores. I’m very impressed.” Tommy chuckled as he took off his jacket and sat down.

I heard tiny pitter patter of Arianna’s feet coming down the hallway, “Whoa...you’re a babysitter now? That’s kinda hot.” Tommy mumbled as he looked at Arianna.

“I took a nap mommy.” Arianna smiled up at me as I picked her up and held her at my hip. I glanced over at Tommy seeing his eyes go wide as he stared at us.

“Mommy?” T-bone blurted out as his face was riddled with confusion.

“Arianna.....meet Tommy, he’s your uncle. T-bone, meet Arianna, she’s your niece.” I spoke softly as Arianna looked back and forth between us.

“Like Gee-Gee?” Ari questioned me as I nodded, “Yes, just like uncle Greyson.”

“No fucking way!!” Tommy yelled as he got off the barstool, “Tommy! Language!”

“What is with all the yelling? Oh....” Clementine came around the corner in a plunging red dress that fit her curves well.

“Hello there...” Tommy spoke, walking over to Clem and sticking out his hand, “I’m Tommy Lee.”

My stomach was doing a very impressive acrobatic trick while watching Tommy put on that persona anytime he saw a chick he found attractive.

“Clementine.” She said coldly, brushing off his extended hand, “...and I know who you are.” Her coldness left me burned as I saw Tommy cower down and come back over to the chair.

“Auntie I took a nap and we can still get pizza, right?” Arianna begged her as I groaned quietly.

“Of course angel, but not till later. How about we play dress up and let Mommy talk to her...Tommy.”

“Ha!” Arianna exclaimed before sticking her tongue out at me. I narrowed my eyes at her as she ran laughing down the hallway. I turned my attention back to Tommy who was already staring at me.

“What the fuck? You’re a mom? When did that happen? Where’s the father? You met someone else?” Tommy bombarded me with questions as he dragged me over to the couch and made me sit with him.

“She’s about eighteen months and her dad well he’s-“

“So you went into hiding because you got knocked up?! Vanity, what the fuck!” He yelled, standing up as he began pacing around the living room, “Where’s the fucker that got you pregnant?!”

I was about to speak again, “A mom?! You’re a mom! Not just a mom but you’re a fucking milf, dude!!”

I sighed leaning my head into the palm of my hand as I rested my elbow against the couch, “Oh wait...are you in a relationship with that chick? You went lesbo after Nikki? That’s fucking hot!!”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the decorative pillow and throwing it at him, “Would you shut up for five seconds so I can tell you?”

He got quiet, putting his arms out, “Well I am waiting!”

“I am not in a relationship with Clementine she’s just a chick I met and she’s been there for me. Arianna’s father, well-“ I started laughing, “He’s sitting in his mansion in Los Angeles. You might know him, he’s your bassist.”

Tommy’s eyes might as well of popped out of his skull, “Nikki?!? No, no, no. You...you left.”

I rolled my eyes again, “Tommy, I wouldn’t lie about it.”

“But you left! You left him and-“ “I left him for a good fucking reason!!” I shouted at Tommy and he closed his lips knit tight.

“I fucking left because he cheated on me! Just like how you cheated on Heather!” I continued to quietly yell as I saw his usual playful demeanor change, “I found him getting his dick sucked by that stupid cunt! In our house, in our shower Tommy!”

“But…but you were pregnant, he knew right?” Tommy questioned as I stared at him, trying to figure out what to say, “Vanity…he knows, right?” He repeated himself as I shook my head.

“He has no clue-“ “Jesus Christ!”

I frowned, “T-bone, just listen to me.” I said, grabbing his hand as I made him sit down next to me, “He has no idea, and it has to stay like that.” His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

“What?! No! Nikki has a right to know! You know how much he wanted to be a dad.” He spoke softly as I nodded.

“I know, Tommy. I know-“ “Do you Vanity? Because that’s kinda fucked up.”

I groaned, “I know! But I am not ready! I will tell him when the time is right. I’m not…I don’t want to talk to him, you don’t understand Tommy.” My voice cracked, feeling the lump in the back of my throat as I felt tears begin to form.

“So you want me to lie to him? He’s my brother Van. I can’t just lie to him.”

I shook my head, “I’m…I’m not asking you to lie to him. Just don’t tell him you came and saw me. It’s just you that’s here…right? Nobody else?”

He nodded, pushing his brown curls out of his face, “Yeah, it’s just me. Ever since your little interview a week ago I just wanted to find you. I really did miss you, Vanity.”

I smiled, reaching over and placing my hand on the side of his cheek, “I’ve missed you too, T-bone. So much.” I said before moving over and wrapping him up in a big hug.

“Ahem…” Clementine said as I let go of Tommy and saw her standing in a black cocktail dress.

“Well don’t you look hot? Tommy, tell her she looks hot.” I said, smacking his chest gently.

“Smokin, Babe.” Tommy retorted quickly, sending a wink her way.

“Do you like the dress? I bet Klaus would like it.” I suggested as she rolled her eyes. Arianna walked from around the couch and climbed up right between me and Tommy.

“You got drawings on you.” Arianna pointed at the tattoos on his arms.

“Oh yeah, aren’t they cool? I dig them a lot.” Tommy chuckled a bit as Arianna stared at all of them, “That’s a kitty.” She pointed to the leopard on his forearm.

“Remind me why I’m going out with him again?” Clementine asked as I glanced back at her.

“Uh, the first guy you saw at the opening night of the gallery. He’s kinda cute…and it’s been a while of just going on dates and you keep telling me he isn’t your boyfriend so…” I tried explaining as she turned around and looked at me.

“Because he isn’t. He says he has too much on his plate to add a girlfriend too it.”

“Oh, so he just wants to fu- I mean bang.” Tommy quickly corrected himself as Clementine glared at him.

“Who asked you?” She spat out as I slapped my hand over my face to not laugh.

“Anyways! Is this dress good or should I try something else?”

“Try something else.” Tommy blurted out, eyes glancing down at her legs before meeting her gaze and smiling.

I nodded, “Yeah try something else. There’s a dark green, rather velvety with black rhinestones dress hanging in there. I hate it now and you can have it if you like it.”

Tommy started mumbling to himself, “Wait…hey didn’t you wear that to the album release…party…” Tommy eventually stopped talking as he met my death glare, “Yeah, try that one.” Tommy said, clearing his throat.

I exhaled as I watched Clem go back to my bedroom, “How long are you staying for Tommy?”

He drummed his fingers against his lap as Arianna watched him curiously, “As long as you will let me crash at your place. Don’t feel like getting a hotel.” He shrugged as he looked down at Arianna who smiled and looked away from him, giggling.

“Oh, uh yeah that’s fine you can crash on the couch.” I suggested as he gave me a weird look.

“The couch? You mean your bed? I’m not sleeping on this thing.” He clarified as I chuckled and nodded, “Okay, yeah my bed works too.”

I got up from the couch, feeling Arianna follow me as I picked her up and held her up in my arms, “Lazy butt…” I whispered, tickling her sides as she laughed at me.

“You hungry T-bone? Thirsty? Are you still sober?” I questioned him as he sighed.

“I drink now but no drugs.” I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. So much for the sober band thing.

I got a sippy cup of juice for Arianna and two whiskey glasses for Tommy and I, filling them only half way with the brown liquor and ice cubes.

Arianna eventually wanted down and went to play with her toys as I sat back down with Tommy at my hip. I noticed he had already made himself comfortable and kicked his boots up on my coffee table and started flipping through the channels.

“I’m sorry about Heather, T-bone. I know you loved her a lot.” I spoke softly as he nodded, but I still saw that frown.

“It was my fault, I fucked up.”

I shook my head, taking a sip of my drink. I felt bad for Heather, she was such a nice girl. Too nice of a girl to be wrapped up in the rockstar life with Tommy Lee.

“So, Clementine-“ I instantly glared at him, “Tommy, absolutely not. Clementine is too nice for someone like you. She does not need all the problems. No, hell no.” I retorted as he grinned like the devil.

“Too nice? But you know I like them nice and sweet. I could get her easily.” Tommy oozed confidence as he rested into the couch, putting his hands behind his head.

I snorted in laughter, “She is not just a hole for you stick your dick in. She has morals and potential and she’s motivated. She’s off limits T-bone.”

He sighs deeply, “Well, she’s pretty. And she doesn’t seem like someone you’d having hanging around. She’s too good for you too. We’re two peas in a pod, Princess.” Tommy teased as he squeezed my thigh, smirking at me as he turned his attention back to the basketball game.

“She’s amazing and I’m so happy I met her. Arianna is a handful sometimes and she always comes to the rescue.” I explained as Tommy nodded.

“Okay, sh. The game is on.” Tommy chuckled as I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder.

“Vanity, this is too fancy…” I turned my head, seeing Clementine wearing the dress I told her to go try. I felt my chest tighten and my brain being flooded with the memories associated with that dress.

“It feels really nice though. I really like it.” She explained as I nodded and cleared my throat.

“I only wore it once…” I mumbled quietly as Tommy snickered.

“Once? The fuck? This…this is like so fucking beautiful Vanity. How could you wear something like this one time?”

“Because she wore it to the Dr. Feelgood album release party and she was photographed all night. So in her own words, she could never wear the same dress twice.” Tommy butted in as I glared at him.

“Shut up, you twig.”

Clementine giggled, “oh, did you know the zipper was broken? I had to mess with it but I finally got it up.”

I shrugged, “No, I had no idea.”

*Flashback*

“This stupid fucking zipper is not going down.” Nikki grumbled as his lips were pressed to my neck and shoulder.

“That’s cause your hands are too big for something so delicate.” I retorted as I tried stepping away from him but his arms wrapped around my waist like a vice grip.

“You know what they say about a guy with big hands, right?” I looked at him through the mirror in our bedroom, seeing his eyebrow arched and his lips wearing a playful smirk.

“If you’re attempting to make a joke about your dick, save me the gory details. I know your dick is big already.” I responded as he smiled.

“That’s not even where I was going with that. I just wanted to hear you call my dick big. I was just gonna make a comparison to being able to play bass.”

He held up my hand against his, “You can’t have little tiny hands like yours, but no wonder why my cock looks so huge in your hands.” I swatted his hand away from me as he laughed.

“So if I had average sized hands your cock would be small? That’s what you’re saying, right? And it’s just me that enhances the size?” I questioned as I bit on my bottom lip to down play my smile.

“Oh? You think you’re so god damn funny, huh?”

I nodded as he turned me around and forced the zipper down by gripping the sides of the dress, “Nikki! Don’t rip it, this dress was thirteen thousand dollars!!” I shouted as he turned me around again to face him.

“Oh princess, I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight.” His voice was low as he wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up as he brought me to the bed.

*end flashback*

I cleared my throat, “It was just a one time thing. I’d find another one to wear…but yeah, that’s the dress. You look beautiful in it. You can have it.”

She smiled as Tommy stared at her, if you looked closely you’d probably even see drool at the bottom of his lip.

“Pizza?” Arianna asked, climbing onto my lap as I helped her the rest of the way.

“I’ll order some pizza, what kind? Pepperoni? Cheese?” I told her as she giggled.

“Cheese, please!”

A little while later the four of us were sitting around my dining room table as we stuffed are faces with pizza. Well the three of them did, I stuck with my hot wings and a salad. The baby weight from Arianna is slowly going away and I want to fit into my skin tight jeans again.

“Tommy, maybe Clemmy over here can show you the city while you’re around.” I suggested, my smirk matching his as Clementine scoffed.

“I have so many better things to do then cater to a rockstar. A princess is already pushing it.” Clementine joked as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m actually really fun. I would love to see some cool things. I’ve never had the time to go sight seeing while I’ve been here in the city.” Tommy explained as Clementine stared at him.

“Name a date and time, Angel.” Tommy snickered as he took a sip of his beer can.

“It’s not a date. But I can show you a few things, I charge by the hour though…” Clementine explained as Tommy’s eyes lit up and I saw him fall in love with her before my very eyes.

“It’s a date. I’ll have Van give me your number.” Tommy had a goofy, love struck smile on his lips as he watched Clementine roll her eyes and completely ignore him as she tended to wiping tomato sauce from Arianna’s face.

“Well I’m gonna go home. I’ll be by tomorrow morning with donuts like usual.” Clementine said as she grabbed her jacket and purse.

“Behave.” She told Arianna, but was looking at me too. I smiled walking her to the door.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” Clem spoke quietly as I nodded, “Yes mom, of course mom.” I rolled my eyes as I tried to hold back my laughter.

“Tommy’s absolutely harmless, I’ll be fine.”

*Later that night*

After finally getting Arianna out of the bath and to bed, I laid down on my bed as Tommy came over after putting ‘Wayne’s World’ into the VHS player. He crawled into my bed and groaned into the pillow, “Your bed is so soft.”

I chuckled as I threw some blanket over him and he got situated as he propped himself up against my headboard, “I hate this movie so much, T-bone.”

He looked down at me, “It was in your movie stack!”

“Yeah, I know that. It’s because Clementine likes this movie and she’s made me watch it with her twenty god damn times.”

Tommy reached over and handed me a bag of peach rings, “Aw, you remember!” I teased him as I opened up the candy and started eating them.

“Only cause they’re my least favorite but your all time favorite.” He mumbled as I scooted over and rested my head against his shoulder.

“Y’know I really did miss you Vanity. It’s not the same without you. I just wish you would have told me where you’d be. So I wouldn’t of had to swear on your grandmothers pearls.” He started off as I nodded.

“I know T, I know. But I just had to leave. I couldn’t be there any longer. We both know Nikki would have used every sweet and smooth word of his to get me to stay. I could hardly stand to look at him that day, he absolutely disgusted me when I found them together. For him to disrespect me like that after everything, no. I wouldn’t have stayed with him.”

“I hate Brandi a lot. She’s a bitch.” Tommy said as he snacked on his red licorice.

“Oh, I thought she was such a sweet girl.” I rolled my eyes as Tommy laughed at my words. I fumbled with my fingers, feeling an uncomfortable itch in the back of my throat.

“She’s also spending his money and redecorating the house. Giant crystal chandeliers, white marble. It’s way too fancy and it’s, it’s not Nikki.”

I frowned. I loved that house so much, it was absolutely perfect the way it was.

“That bitch is a little coke whore too….” My lips parted in shock as those words left his mouth.

“He’s…Nikki’s still sober right?” I questioned, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I sat up in bed, Tommy followed after me as he saw the expression on my face.

“I mean, he’s not doing heroin...” I frowned at his words, “When they first got together, he did slip and started doing some coke with her but he stopped immediately and started going to meetings religiously.”

I stared off into space as I listened to Tommy. He wasn’t sober anymore? He was so proud of it and of himself for sticking with the whole staying clean thing. He’d come home with a new chip: six months, nine months and then a year of being sober. He would be over the moon.

“Oh…well, not my problem.” I spoke as T-bone looked at me, confused.

His lips parted in shock as he studied me, “…Really feel that way? You don’t love him anymore?”

I shrugged, “Tommy…I don’t want to talk about it.”

He paused the movie and took away my candy, I started to pout, “No, let’s talk about it. You don’t have any more feelings for Nikki?” He questioned as I sighed.

I ran my nails through my hair as I laid back onto my pillows, “I…I’m always going to love Nikki and he’s always going to have a space in my heart but I don’t think I’m in love with him anymore. He really hurt me this time Tommy. That’s what sucks about this. I thought him getting sober we would finally be okay and that we could be together without it going to complete shit, but I was wrong. He broke my heart, T-bone.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, feeling big brown eyes staring at me, “And look how fast it took him to just start dating her, like was he cheating on me prior to me finding out?” I asked Tommy as he shook his head.

“No, no. Anytime he went out with us and you didn’t come he wouldn’t even look at another chick. He barely wanted lap dances from the strippers, he just wanted to get back home to you. If he was, he hid it pretty fucking well. But I don’t think he was. I think it’s just the universe fucking something wonderful up.”

I smiled a bit as I closed my eyes and listen to the sound of the cars from the street below and Tommy’s light breathing, “Well, I guess in this universe Nikki Sixx and I don’t end up together. Maybe the next one everything will be fine. Maybe I’ll be the rockstar.” I giggled as I opened my eyes and looked at Tommy.

“You’d make a smokin hot rockstar. I’d have your posters everywhere, and maybe they’d be a little sticky.” Tommy made me laugh as I smacked his chest.

“T-bone! That’s so gross!” I laughed as I felt my face turn red in embarrassment.

“Oh please Vanity, I’ve heard things from a drunk or high Nikki of what you’ve done in the bedroom. Don’t forget I even experienced a tase of it.” Tommy reminded me as I rolled my eyes.

I stared at him smiling, “What?” He chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Happy you’re here. Haven’t been this happy in a while.” I mumbled as I reached over and squeezed his hand. He returned my affection by gently running his thumb across my skin. I sighed as he laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me against his chest.

“Happy that a boy is in your bed? Or happy someone familiar is around?” He questioned as his surprisingly soft hands ran over the exposed part of my back.

I thought about it, “Maybe just having a piece of home. Will you come see me often?” I questioned, tilting my head up to look at him.

“I’ll try my best. I’m sure Nikki will get suspicious of me constantly coming here though.” He pointed out as I nodded.

It was quiet for a few minutes until I felt vibrating, “Uh…I think you forgot to put your vibrator away.” I chuckled, moving away from him as he dug into his jean pockets.

He laughed, “Speak of the devil…” he said, holding up his Nokia flip phone, “Hey Sixx, what’s up?”

My eyes widened as I sat up and stared at him, “Oh yeah dude!! I’m in New York! Oh…uh I dunno I just wanted a little vacation I’ll be back in a few days.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “I’m sorry Mr. Sixx that I didn��t tell you where I’d be, you gonna punish me?” I could tell by the way Tommy pulled the phone away from his ear Nikki was probably cussing him out.

“Okay, okay I’ll do it hey…turn on MTV real quick.” Tommy nudged me.

“Oh do I have a girl with me?” I turned around as I got off the bed and glared at him, “Yeah dude, she’s pretty hot. Long brown hair, tan skin. She has a really nice ass too.”

I smacked him upside the head with a pillow as I came back to the bed with the remote, “She’s a little frisky too.” Tommy snickered as I turned the TV to MTV:

‘With the start of their relationship not being the best, Nikki Sixx is off to the altar as him and his year long girlfriend Brandi Brandt have announced they are engaged.’

“What the fuck!!!!” Tommy yelled as I stared at the screen, seeing a picture of them together on the TV.

“You’re gonna fucking marry that broad?! Nikki! What the fuck?!” Tommy continued to yell as I quickly but quietly hushed him and mouthed Arianna.

”Nikki, you don’t fucking love her, you barely even know her!! How can you be so stupid!?” T-bone now yelled at a lower tone.

“Dude, what the fuck ever. Yeah sure I’m happy for you man, congratulations to you and your bitch.” Tommy snapped as he flipped his phone shut.

“It’s okay…” I said quietly as Tommy looked at me like I had grown three heads, “If he’s happy with her, then let him. He deserves to be happy too.” I muttered as I wiped my eyes, wiping away the tears that were starting to come.

“Vanity…” Tommy said, inching closer to me but I put my hand out to stop him. I put my hand over my mouth, to keep my sobs in as I screwed my eyes shut.

I shook my head, exhaling through my mouth, “He needs to be happy.” I forced myself to say it again even if it was a stabbing pain in my chest to see he would be marrying someone that wasn’t me.

“And so do you, you deserve to be happy as well.” He whispered as I nodded.

“I’m fine. I’m good.” I wiped my face and smiled at him but he shook his head and kissed my cheek, his loose strands tickling my skin.

“Tommy?”

“Yes, princess?” He questioned, his face a few inches from mine.

I exhaled deeply, “I know you don’t love me, but can you love me tonight at least?” I asked him as he pressed his hand to the side of my cheek and brushed away tears his best friend had caused.

He moved closer to me, laying me down on the bed as he hovered over me. I’m glad I didn’t have to go into details of what I meant. He sat back on his knees as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the corner of my room. He came back to me, gently cupping my jaw with both hands as he placed a soft and warm kiss upon on my lips.

“Anything for you, doll.”

[lawandorderforevercsi]

Love Desires Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: Miami, Anthony Zuker, and CBS do.

Beta'd by: calleighstorres

It was a beautiful summer day. Natalia and Horatio were relaxing on one of the deck chairs by the poolside. Natalia sighed. At the moment, she and Horatio were at the most romantic all-inclusive Sandals resort in St. George, Grenada, for their honeymoon.

The last ten days explored the island, and what it had to offer: diving, visiting a rum distillery, a tour of the chocolate company, and of a spice plantation. They visited nearby Martinique and enjoyed fish Friday along with listening to steel pan music, which was much more different than what they heard back in Miami. They then visited Fort Matthew made the climb up magnificent views made arduous hike the more worthwhile. They also participated in water and land sports and had a blast doing so. As much as they explored the outside, they also stayed in and explored each other.

Now on their last day, and they were enjoying their last day snuggling and making out. A short time later, Natalia said, "I am going to go for a swim because it could be a while before swimming again."

With that, she got up but not before exchanging another kiss. After she got in the pool, Horatio rested on the deck chair he reminisced back to their wedding.

-Ten days earlier-

It was a sunny day in Santa Monica, their big day had arrived, and they couldn't be more ready. They choose to go small and intimate; it was easier since their jobs were demanding. For the location, Natalia and Horatio would have picked one of the sandy beaches in Miami. Still, because of the kidnappings and deaths, they decided to have it close to where Horatio proposed to her.

Once Calleigh, Maxine, Anya, and Christine made their way down the aisle as the maid of honor and bridesmaids, the Bridal Chorus began to play, and everyone stood up. There appeared his beautiful bride with her parents. She had on an off-the-shoulder ball gown wedding dress that hugged her curvy body like a hug, causing Horatio's heart rate to rise a little and swayed a little. Kyle (who was sharing co-best man duties with Eric) noticed his father's sway a little he leaned in whispered, "Dad, I don't think you would want to faint right as your bride arrives."

Horatio steadied himself and nodded as Natalia reached the altar. Once her father Jeffrey had kissed her, he placed Natalia's into Horatio's, they then joined both hands and became lost in their little world. It wasn't long before the officiant announced, "Now Horatio and Natalia have opted to say their vows. Go ahead, Natalia."

Taking his hands in hers and with mists in her eyes, she began. "Horatio, my handsome Ginger man. I never thought I would never find love again. Then you came and showed me what real love is all about. You loved and treated me like a queen, and with respect, and I will be forever grateful. Horatio, my promise to you is that I will try to be worthy of your love and trust. I promise that I will be honest as well as be kind, patient, and forgiving. But most of all, Horatio, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you. I love you."

Horatio brought Natalia's hands up for a kiss and said, "Natalia, I was completely lost after losing someone close to my heart. You came in and have shown that it is possible to love again. I promise to love you in good times and in bad, and I cherish you and respect you. Natalia, I give these things I give to you today for the rest of our life."

Once the final blessing was performed, the officiant said, "Horatio and Natalia have vowed their life and love in front of you all today. Now vested in me in the state of California. I now pronounce husband and wife."

Turning to Horatio, the officiant said, "You may kiss the bride."

Horatio stepped closer and pulled her into a loving kiss. Natalia held him even closer and gave him an equally loving kiss.

The officiant announced, "It's with great honor that I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Horatio Caine!"

The entire wedding guests all stood up and cheered as they made their way down the recessional as husband and wife.

Horatio deep in thought but lost his train of thought when he saw her exiting the pool dripping wet and looking like a million bucks. He got up and met her halfway.  Before she had a chance to towel off, he threw her off a little only for him to sweep her up in a sizzling kiss. When they parted lips, she said in an erotic tone, "Hey handsome I'm about to head off the shower, would you like to join me and possibly work on our honeymoon baby?"

Horatio didn't need to be asked a second time. He jumped up and took her in his arms and said, "Let's go, my love."

They soon had a trail of clothing that led to their bathroom.

~10 months after the honeymoon, 2015~

The pregnancy had been smooth, and the delivery was fast. Natalia and she eve decided that she wanted to go without an epidural, which led Horatio to admire her even more. She pushed long and hard, and it wasn't long, and Baby Girl Caine had come into the world screaming loud and clear. Natalia held her for mother to newborn skin to skin contact for a little before letting daddy do the same and Natalia getting the sleep she needed.

They knew that Kyle would be coming soon, the Boa Vistas along with Christine and her family, and Anya would come by after lunch.

As Horatio held his daughter, he relished being able to hold a baby in his arms. He knew that babies grew up so fast, and he was cherishing this moment.

After Horatio had completed his part of the skin to skin contact, he held her in his arms as baby girl Caine slept. Horatio whispered, "My darling daughter, your mama, big brother Kyle and I have been waiting for you. We loved you when we found out you would be coming to us. You have many uncles and aunties who love you and will protect no matter what."

No sooner had Horatio finish talking to his daughter when he heard, "Dad?"

Horatio turned around and saw Kyle with balloons, flowers for Natalia, and a teddy bear for the baby. Putting a finger to his lips and nodded to the side Kyle knew what that meant. Setting down the gifts, he hugged his dad, Kyle asked, "How's Natalia?"

Horatio replied, "It was a long, and she is getting the sleep she deserved. As soon as he had said that when Natalia woke up, "Did I hear someone call my name?"

Kyle walked over and hugged his step-mother, "Hey mom, how are you feeling?"

Natalia was so happy when Kyle began calling her mom. She welcomed him with open arms and knew that he needed the mothering touch that he didn't get with Julia. Natalia said with a tired smile, "Sleepy and sore but otherwise happy."

Kyle saw the pink bundle and asked, "Is that, my little sister?"

Horatio answered, "It is, would you like to hold her?"

Kyle was nervous, but Natalia said reassuringly, "Don't worry, you will be great."

Horatio gently placed his daughter into her big brother's waiting arms, and Kyle asked, "What is her name?"

Horatio said, "Son, meet Erin Marika Caine."

Natalia added, "Right now, you are the first to know."

With a smile on his face, Kyle said, "I will remain quiet until everyone knows. He looked at his sleeping baby sister, "Hey Erin. It's your big brother here. You are lucky to have the best parents ever. As for me I will make sure you are protected, loved, and teach you all the things you need to know."

With that, Kyle saw a hint of a smile from his baby sister, and it warmed his heart even more. Half an hour later Kyle had left to work at the Police Department in Parkland. Just before visiting hours ended for the day, the dayshift team with tons of gifts in hand arrived at the hospital to visit with the new family. Eric gave his boss and former brother-in-law and said, "Hey H, Natalia, congrats you the birth of your daughter."

Calleigh and Alexx made a beeline for Natalia. When the ladies saw her head peeking out, "She is so beautiful!"

Ryan, who was close by with Walter, pointed out, "No, duh look at who her parents are."

Walter poked Ryan hard in the arm and said, "Save the dry wit for the job, man."

With Calleigh holding the newborn, Alexx said, "No matter what, we are going to spoil this little girl."

Eric asked, "So have you guys decided on a name for this little cutie?"

With a teary smile, Natalia said, "Ok, you know how Horatio and I were hesitant at one point before we go together?"

Everyone nods. Natalia continues, "Well, Horatio and I had a guardian angel who gave us the nudge we needed. Well, we saw this middle name. We thought it was perfect. Everyone, Horatio, and I would like you to meet Erin Marika Caine."

Everyone in the room gasped. Eric was especially moved. Eric shed tears of joy, and said, "I am happy you and H decided to honor Mari. I know that would she be honored and will be Erin's guardian angel."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Just then, the team all felt a breeze come into the room. But only Eric and Horatio smelled Marisol's favorite fragrance and knew she was with them in spirit. Indeed Marisol was present. She bent down, kissed her brother's and Horatio's cheek which was followed little Erin's forehead. Right then, the baby opened her eyes, instead of it being blue like Horatio's or mocha brown like Natalia’s, it was hazel; just like Marisol. They all knew then Mari was a part of Erin and of course, watch Erin grow up and help guide her.

Indeed it was their heart's desires that helped them get what they each's other's love.

A/N: Thanks for reading the third and final chapter of "Love Desires" As always, reviews are appreciated!

[justjessame]

Put Me In Coach Chapter 36

Negan was forewarned about Eric and the idea of ME spanking him. His eyes had widened and his dimples came out when I told him what Eric had said in Alexandria.

“Oh, princess, do you want to spank me?” If the look on my face matched my feelings on the subject then he got the fucking message loud and clear. “You look appalled by the thought, Amara.”

“It’s ridiculous, you dick.” I smacked his shoulder, and his grin grew. “Shut up. That doesn’t count and you know it.” I rolled my eyes as I sat on our bed to pull up my boot socks. “The idea that I would want to, much less fucking be able to bend your ass over and lay into it doesn’t fucking appeal to me at all, even if it would make everyone who ever knew either of us laugh like fucking lunatics.”

Negan’s eyes were on mine and he was biting his tongue as I shook my head. “Is that a ‘no’ on spanking me, sweetheart?” I shot him a look and he chuckled. “Damn, and I was thinking I could call you ‘mommy’” I nearly gagged and it showed, by the way his laughter grew. “The look on your face almost makes whatever Eric plans to do during the tour fade into the background, Amara.”

 Once I was finished dressing we met Laura and Trey in the main room. Trey toddled over to us, and instead of a beeline to me, he wrapped his arms around Negan’s legs. I looked down at my little boy with a cross between happiness that he was adjusting to Negan’s presence so well and the feeling that I was being replaced by the asshole I loved. Damn it.

Negan reached down and pulled Trey into his arms as naturally as I always did, kissing his forehead and asking him if he’d had fun playing with “auntie Laura”. Trey was nodding and smiling at Negan, listening to him as if he was saying the most interesting thing in the world. I shook my head and thanked Laura, but she shrugged it off.

“Keeping Trey company is pretty tame compared to some of the things the boss asks me to do,” shaking my head at the thought of what Negan could have asked her to do, I almost missed the smile she gave me. “The tour?” It was to Negan and he must have nodded because she started asking questions that made me think she’d be keeping an eye on all of us as we walked around the property.

“Ready, Amara?” Negan’s voice brought me away from where I’d drifted while they talked route and logistics of our tour. He handed me Trey while he grabbed Lucille, and we were off.

 Once again, Eric showed patience and calm that neither Negan nor I expected. First we ate breakfast in the main area where meals were held. Negan told us that eating with everyone wasn’t going to be routine, since we had our own space to take meals. He helped me with Trey’s food, seeming to take as much pleasure in feeding him as he did with eating his own food. Then we all walked through the Sanctuary, Negan pointing out the points system, which Steven asked about and what it meant for Eric, himself, and Trey and me. Negan told him that we’d talk about it upstairs.

We learned about the jobs that Negan’s people, OUR people he reminded me, took care of as well as showing us to the infirmary where he asked me if Trey would need a check up. I shook my head as Eric reminded him that he was more than capable of making sure we were up to snuff health wise, but showing interest in the stockpile of medical supplies that Negan and OUR people had created.

We were outside, Negan pointing out the walker security system he’d installed, all of us listening seemingly attentively when I heard Eric clear his throat. Shit, no, not here and now. We weren’t surrounded, not really, but there were more than enough people working in the yard to make things uncomfortable if my best friend chose to make it so.

“So Coach,” Eric started and I felt Negan stiffen beside me. “These dead assholes you have guarding the perimeter,” I felt him relax a little, rookie move, Coach. “Are they traitors and enemies, or are they-” I shut my eyes, hoping against hope that he wasn’t going to say something completely fucking embarrassing. “People who managed to touch Amara’s panties that you’ve hoarded while you were separated. In that shrine you call an apartment, I mean?”

Shaking my head, I hoped against hope that no one heard, but with the way Eric had raised his voice I knew it was a lost cause. “Now that you mention it, Eric,” was that mirth I heard in Negan’s fucking voice. “I plan on adding to the fucking perimeter any fucker who doesn’t LOOK at Amara with the respect owed MY queen, and that shit will get kicked up to a million if anyone THINKS about touching her panties or HER.” Thanks a fucking lot, Eric, you've given him more fucking ideas.

My eyes were closed and my face burned. If Eric had raised his voice, then Negan was fucking bellowing. Damn it. Why was I always the one on the wrong end of this shit? I sighed and opened my eyes to see that we were heading back inside. Thank fucking God, I thought, even as Negan’s lips met my temple.

“You ok, princess?” I nodded and rolled my eyes.

Then smirking because of his favorite term of endearment for me, I looked up and bit my lip. “Princess? Thought I was your queen, Negan.” And that did it, his smile grew wide and his free arm was around me, tugging me closer into his side. “I mean, if they-” I nodded my head toward the people still milling around outside behind us. “Have to think of me that way, shouldn’t you?”

“What did you have in mind, Amara?” His voice was quiet, and Steven and Eric were far enough ahead of us that they couldn’t hear him.

Licking my lips, looking over Trey’s head at him, I smiled and told him that I wanted to know if he was willing to kneel for me. I saw his Adam’s apple bob to prove I’d given him something worth swallowing over.

“Name the time and place, MY queen,” he offered, voice low and dark. “Make it soon.”

 While we’d been on our tour, Negan had given the order to the people in the marketplace that he’d be needing a crib. The flurry of activity that met this demand had made the fight against rolling my eyes almost impossible, but a crib was found and I had to admit that it was impressive. Crib sheets were next, and then with another barked word, it was taken upstairs.

When we walked into our rooms, there it was, made up and tucked into the corner of the main room. The one with our family room furniture and I smiled knowing that when he said to make it soon, he more than meant it.

He answered Steven’s questions about the points system, telling him that he and Eric were family, so the points system wasn’t for them. Steven was interested in what kind of jobs that Negan expected them to do and I watched while Negan contemplated the question.

“Eric has medic training,” a nod from Eric. “You can help in the infirmary,” another nod. “Steven you did building shit, right?” Steven huffed out a laugh at the thought that his degree in architecture could be called ‘building shit’ but agreed. “I want you to look over some plans that I have for the outposts. Rick’s people managed to ambush one, and I want to work to make sure that shit doesn’t happen again.” Steven’s eyes lit up at the idea of the project. “See, points aren’t needed because the two of you are gonna pull your weight.” He smiled and I studied him waiting for my job.

“Well?” I asked, when nothing seemed to be coming. His eyes met mine and his smile grew into the predatory one I knew very well. “I am NOT just going to sit here and-”

“Be his human sex toy?” Eric offered, making me glare. “Why the fuck not? God, has the apocalypse turned you stupid?”

I sighed and finally forced my eyes away from Negan’s. “You thirsty fucking-” I took a deep breath. “I’m NOT a sex toy.”

“You’re right, Amara, you’re not,” Negan agreed, but then ruined it with his follow up. “I don’t have to buy batteries or blow you up to get you ready.”

[hellas-himself]

Crack Ship Holidays

Halloween Pt.3- Cassian x Feyre

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“There,” I say as I step back and look at the mirror I hung up. I hated the damn thing, every year he put it up and every year I jumped when something else appeared in my reflection, but Cassian wanted a haunted house… So that’s what he got. We spent the entire night before decorating, but I still have one more thing to do. 

I walk outside to the backyard where Cassian is finishing up with the tables and chairs.

“Hey, I’m all done,” I say and Cas sets the last chair down and smiles.

“Yeah?”

“So… I have to go get dressed.”

“The sun isn’t even down, bunny.”

“I know but Mor-”

“You’re leaving?” He looks so mortified I feel bad. I take his hand in mine and sigh.

“I’ll be back. I promise. We’ll both be ready before anyone shows up. I’ll help you with the paint and all that.”

He says goodbye- albeit begrudgingly, and I head out before Valo notices.

*

Mor is way too happy when I get to her house. Her hair is up in rollers and she’s dressed in a short white robe.

“Does he suspect anything?”

“We didn’t really have time to talk about that.”

“Christ, you two are like-”

“Don’t fucking say it. We were decorating.”

“Whatever you say, bunny.”

Mor shrieks and runs off before I can swat her arm.

After I shower, I walk into Mor’s room in one of her pretty robes. She looks like she’s up to no good.

“So your costume isn’t here yet,” she says as I sit on her vanity chair.

“What?”

“It’ll be here soon. Promise. Your make up is going to be easy,” she says and she grabs her tablet off the vanity table to show me. “We’ll be done quick. Then I can focus on your hair.”

*

“Darlings! I’m home!” I hear Rhys shout and I glare at Mor through the mirror.

“Rhys?”

“Where else can we get a season one Dany outfit on such short notice that looks like the real thing?”

“But he’s had like what, two days?”

Mor smiles as a knock comes to her bedroom door.

“I told him what Cassian was going to be weeks ago.”

“And what if I said no to Daenerys?”

“I’m always prepared, Feyre, darling,” she says in perfect imitation of her cousin. “Rhys, the door is open!”

Her cousin steps in and he immediately notices my hair. He grins.

“You’re exquisite, Feyre.”

I blush. “Thank you.”

“I stopped by your apartment for your boots,” he says, holding them up before he pinches my cheek. He sets the black dressing bag on her bed and unzips it. “The dragon brooch I did not make but it was too easy to find. I used leftover faux leather from Cassian’s costume to finish that bit that goes over your pants. Don’t worry about the wraps for the hands. They’re more like gloves made to look like you sat there and wrapped your hands in leather.”

“Rhys…” I get up and stand beside him. “This is too much.”

“Nonsense, darling. It was good practice.”

“So… with the wig…”

“The top zips up in the back. The pants are more like leggings. So it’s all stretchy.”

“You’re the best.”

“Thank you, darling.”

Mor steals her cousin away, ordering me to change.

I can’t wear a bra with this top but Rhys is a godsend and lined it with a soft fabric. The pants are so form fitting I’m glad I brought two different sets of underwear to choose from.

“Holy shit,” Mor says as she walks into the room and mockingly gets on one knee. “Khaleesi.”

“Shut up,” I say but find myself laughing. Mor gets up and motions for me to twirl, which I do.

“Get out of here,” she says, giving me a tight hug. “I’m sure your Khal is waiting.”

*

I unlock the door to Cassian’s house and step inside, sighing with relief to be away from the cold. Valo comes running to me and I laugh, scratching behind his ears. I send him off playing with one of his toys. I take off Cassian’s jacket and hang it in the closet before I look for him. He isn’t outside, but I see the lights are going and the smoke machine is on.

The door to his room is open and I hear him muttering curses. I step inside and set my bag on the floor.

“Need help?” I ask and Cassian jumps, turning around. His eyes are wide as he takes me in and I start blushing. I avert my gaze to see the brush and paint in his hands.

“Give me that,” I say and walk over to him. Cas relinquishes both brush and paint but he’s still just staring at me.

“Your hair,” he says softly and I laugh as I open the paint and set the lid down on his dresser. The water bottle and cup I left for this exact purpose is untouched.

“It’s a wig. Sit down.”

Cassian sits down on his bed while I activate the paint with water. I stand between his legs and begin to lightly mark where I have to paint and ensure they’re even on both sides. Cassian’s hands settle on my waist and I giggle when he brushes his thumbs across my skin.

While I begin to paint the left side of his chest and shoulder, he uses his right hand to reach up and twirl a strand of loose curls. I already see the question in his eyes and I laugh.

“Do you know how much work it would take to maintain this color?”

“It’d be worth it.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Carefully, I slide out of my boots and climb on the bed to sit behind him. I begin to paint the lines that go down his back and I notice him watching me through the mirror.

“You sure I shouldn’t have covered up my tattoos?”

“For what? This is decorative. And I like your tattoos too much to hide them.”

*

Elain and Azriel are the first to arrive. My sister has brought cookies and cupcakes, and Azriel is carrying an entire cake. They’re dressed up as Prince Eric, Ariel and Melody. Elain has a red wig on styled perfectly but Iliana doesn’t need one. Her black hair is up in a pony tail, and the crown Elain made is identical to the one from the movie.  

“Auntie Feyre,” Iliana says as she picks at her salmon pink dress, “Are you matching my tio? Daddy told mommy that you are.”

“Uh… Yeah, my costume is from the same show as his. Just like you’re matching your mom and dad.”

“Does that mean you’re married?”

I nearly drop the tray of cupcakes. Iliana smiles, reminding me of Azriel when he was up to no good.

“Lia, let’s get going,” Elain says as she walks in from the back porch. “Daddy’s waiting for us outside.”

“I’ll see you later,” Iliana says to me as she slides off her chair. I set down the tray and kneel down to hug her. Loudly, she whispers, “Daddy says I can stay up late because we’re having a sleepover with you and tio.”

I look up at Elain who just smiles.

“Then I’ll be sure to hide some candy for you. We’ll sneak out and share.”

I walk them out and bring the big bucket of candy to leave outside on the doorstep. Az gives me a knowing smile before he takes Iliana’s hand and walks to the neighbor’s house.

*

Cassian is taking shots with the boys when I walk outside. It’s too cold for this outfit but I’ve had enough whiskey that I’m a little warm.

“Jalan atthirari anni!” Cassian shouts when he sees me. I barely have a second to think before he’s got me by the hips and lifts me up. “I missed you.”

“You’re such a dork,” I said which only makes him laugh. “Having fun, my sun and stars?”

“Yeah, but it’ll be better now.”

The way he smiles at me makes me want to kiss him. Badly. But a bright flash interrupts us and we turn to find Mor holding out her phone.

“Perfect!” she says and goes off to pester Rhys and Lucien, who are dressed as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. It doesn’t dawn on me that she’s dressed as a femme Draco until Andromache walks by as Hermione.

Cassian puts me down and takes my hand, leading me to the drinks. We take a shot and then another before I hear his name being called. We turn to see Amren on the porch, leaning on her sword while she talks to a very tall man with silver hair. There’s a beautiful woman beside him who reaches out to touch the pauldrons of Amren’s Mulan costume.

“Oh, shit,” Cas says excitedly, and takes my hand. “Come on.”

I let him lead me to them and I am taken aback by this woman’s eyes and the tattoos on the man’s face.

“Rowan! You made it!” Cassian says, letting me go to shake hands with Rowan before the two embrace.

“Amren was just telling us how she and your brother made it together,” the woman says.

“Oh, yeah. Rhys. He made our costumes this year,” Cas says and casually points over to where Rhys is, “dueling” with Mor. Cassian sighs. The woman fixes her turquoise and gold gaze on me and holds out her hand[LS1] .

“Since these two have no manners, I’m Aelin,” she says as we shake hands. I laugh.

“Feyre.”

“Oh! Our hopefully new art teacher!”

“You’re Ms. Galathynius? I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you that day, to say thank you.”

“It’s perfectly fine.”

Aelin loops her arm in mine and flashes me a smile that tells me she and Rhys are going to get along far too well.

“Have fun boys,” she says. “My new friend is going to show me around.”

Rowan claps Cassian on the arm and I barely manage a wave before Aelin is leading me off.

I introduce her to Rhys and Lucien, to Mor and Andromache. Nearly everyone. Amren and Varian knew her already, as did Azriel and Elain. Kallias somehow had met Rowan before but Thesan was friends with someone named Manon who knew them all. I didn’t ever get a real chance to know any of Tamlin’s friends so this was nice. Being around Cassian’s friends who he’d made on his own, separate from Rhys and Az, made me feel something I didn’t have a word for.

The living room is packed with people dancing but it’s not hard to find Cassian or Rowan. Aelin lights up at the sight of him.

“It was so hard to convince him to dress up as assassins,” she says. “Boring old buzzard… If he had his way, we would be home sleeping.”

“You guys look amazing.”

“So do you! I was Dany last year but season 7. Rowan made the perfect Jon with how cranky he always is.”

“Did you go to Mor’s party?”

“No… My best friend Elide had her house warming party else I would’ve gone. Cassian talks about you all so much, it’s nice to finally put faces to names. Especially you.”

She winks at me.

Aelin jumps on Rowan’s back when we make it to them. Even though he curses, he still holds her up.

“Let’s dance old man,” she says and plants a kiss to his cheek. He walks off, still carrying her on his back.

“Wanna dance?” Cassian asks me and I smile.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

*

I’ve got the cabinet open when Cassian walks into the kitchen.

“Hey, I hope you’re not trying to clean. I’m leaving that shit for tomorrow.”

I laugh and take a shot glass out of the cabinet.

“I wanted a drink.”

Cassian stands behind me and places his hands on my hips and leans over as I grab the bottle of tequila. There are limes in the glass bowl we had set out earlier in the day. I’m surprised there are any left.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask him.

“Yeah… I’m… I’m really glad you got to meet Ro and Aelin.”

“So am I.”

He rests his chin on my head and I sigh.

“Sleepy?” I ask him and he chuckles.

“No… But I’m wasted, bunny.”

“No more ‘moon of my life’?” I tease. “I was liking that.”

“Yeah?”

I nod, pouring my tequila in the glass cup.

“Where’s the salt?”

“It’s just for me and the bowl’s all out.” I point at the now empty bowl.

Cassian lets me go and grabs the salt from the cabinet. I watch him roll a lime on the counter before finding a knife and cutting it into fours. He puts salt in his left hand, avoiding the leather wrapped around his palm, and goes to sprinkle it on the back of his right hand but it clings to his fingertips. He tries to shake it off but I grab his wrist.

“Hold still,” I say and lick the salt off his fingers. It’s hard not to blush with the way he’s looking at me. When I’m done, I take hold of his hand and take the shot. I give him a grin.

He pins me against the kitchen counter when he kisses me. He takes the glass from my hand and I hear it against the marble counter. I get on my tip toes and Cassian chuckles and holds me against him.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he says as I place my hands on his chest.

“Why didn’t you?”

He kisses my neck and I hate how I dread the answer.

“Cas?”

He stops kissing me and hauls me onto the counter. He places his hands on my thighs.

“I… I wasn’t sure if you would be okay with that.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Cassian shrugs.

Smiling, I run my fingers through his hair before I kiss him. I feel him wrap his arms around me and I twine my fingers in his hair. Cassian swiftly holds me against him, my legs wrapped around him as he walks to his room. He kicks the door closed before setting me down.

I help him out of that heavy belt before he’s trying to figure out how to take off my top. I laugh and reach back to pull on the zipper, letting Cassian do the rest. We undress in a hurry, moving closer to the bed until I’m completely bare and the back of my legs hit the bed. He pushes me and I laugh as I fall back on the bed and kick him away before moving further up the bed. I lay back against the pillows and reach for him as he settles himself between my legs.  

There’s something different in the way Cassian kisses me. In the way he touches me. As if I were something not entirely fragile, but precious, maybe. I’ve never felt this close to anyone, and the intensity of it would have scared me once- but this is Cassian. I don’t have to be afraid of anything anymore, not with him. So I surrender to this moment, to these feelings that I’ve been so afraid to acknowledge. I surrender myself entirely to Cassian.

I don’t know why there are tears in my eyes when we’re done but Cassian kisses them anyway. I’m afraid to speak, afraid to break whatever spell we’re under. I don’t want it to end. Cassian lays on his back and pulls me into his arms and I can feel how fast his heart is racing. I’m trembling, but it has nothing to do with the cold. Cassian pulls the comforter over us anyway.

“I love you, Feyre,” Cassian says. His voice is hoarse. Not one day goes by that I don’t hear those words from him, but never like this. Never in the act, never immediately after.

“I love you, Cassian,” I say back, my heart ready to burst in my chest. Even saying it feels different and yet… I feel like I’m finally breathing.

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Dad! Sweet pea going trick or treating with his daughter

sweet pea’s daughter’s favorite movie is the little mermaid two: return to the sea

so his daughter decides she wants to be melody

which means sweet pea dresses up like prince eric

he looks pretty damn good if he says so himself

AND he killed it with his daughter’s costume

(it was an easy costume but STILL)

he takes her to the wyrm first

“twick or tweat!”

old man fp is there handing out candy buckets to the southside kids

gives sweet pea’s daughter a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and tells her he loves her costume

she giggles and giggles and twirls and twirls in it, saying “daddy twirl me!”

sweet pea takes her wherever she wants

“where to baby girl?”

“duh, daddy, auntie cheryl and auntie toni’s house! they always have the best candy!”

sweet pea’s daughter knocks on the door and grins from ear to ear when she sees her two ‘aunties’

they give her extra candy and a special princess crown

they go through the northside, his daughter enchanting everyone like the cutie she is

she offers him candy throughout the night because she knows he has a sweet tooth

and he did a good job raising her

“for me?”

“sharing is caring, daddy!”

carrying her when she inevitably gets annoyed with her fake tail

then having to carry her because she’s so sleepy

getting home and sorting through the candy

giving all the ‘yucky’ candy to her uncle fp as a gift the next time she sees him

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Suits and Secret Moments part 10

WARNINGS AND THEMES- Heartbreak, abandonment, single parenthood, breaking up, casual relationships, insecurities, pettiness, regrets

It’s the next day, on your lunch break, that you meet Onika on your lunch break. There’s a diner across the street from Darion’s school, and you’re picking him up early to take him to the dentist anyhow. So, since the kindergartners are currently at lunch, she meets up with you.

    She reveals that she just started working there this month, right after Christmas/Winter Break. You’ve been picking Darion up for the entire month of January, thus far. That's why Erik had no idea about her presence in Darion’s classroom.

    Because you know he would have all but demanded that his son be moved to a different class, just so he wouldn’t have to be hurt by Onika again.

    ‘’He’s gotten so big,’’ she sighs, stirring her tea, ‘’It is hard to believe that he’s almost six.’’

    You want to say something, to cut her down with your words. To ask her, ‘’Hasn’t it been that long since you left him?’’. You want to ask her how she could leave a man like Erik, how she could stay out of Dalton's life when he has brought so much joy to your own life, and you’ve not known him for a full year yet.

    However, you don’t. Your guard is up, and she can tell. You’re clutching your glass of juice, eyes trained on the woman in front of you.

    ‘’You have to believe me when I say that I regret leaving Darion and Erik the way that I did. I wa young and afraid.’’

    ‘’You don’t think that Erik was, too,’’ you raise an eyebrow at her, watching her  roll her eyes before you hear her kiss her teeth.   

    ‘’If he was, he certainly didn’t let on. He was the one who was excited. Buying clothes in the crib and toys and diapers and stuff. I was the one that told him that we were too young, that I didn’t know how I felt.’’

    ‘’So you just left.’’

    It’s not a question. It’s a declaration. You want Onika to know how badly she hurt Erik, the man you have strong feelings for.

    ‘’It’s cool, though. He’s a good dad. Darion actually adores him, you know? I’m sure he talks about him all of the time at school. He wants to be just like him.’’

    ‘’I know what you're trying to do, and I’m not here for it. Do you think I don’t regret the decision to leave Erik like that? I do. I miss Darion. When I see him at school, when I work with him… that’s my only interaction with him. So don't sit there and remind me of my own mistakes, because I can do that by myself.’’

    There’s something unspoken between you two, but it’s clear as day: She’s grown up in the last five and a half years, and she’s trying to make amends for the things that she’s done.

    ‘’I’m sorry,’’ you tell her, ‘’I’m not Erik. I have no right to be mad at you.’’

    ‘’I like that you are. It shows how protective you are of him, and of Darion,’’ she smiles a bit at the mention of his name, ‘’You must really care about them.’’

    You do. Darion is such as sweet and smart little boy. Erik is definitely raising him right.And Erik is a sweet man. How many men would understand that you were coming off of something complicated and be willing to give you the time to work on yourself? He made it clear that he wanted to commit, but stopped pressuring you when he saw how badly you were trying to get over T’Challa, over the casual relationship that blossomed into something far more complicated than you anticipated.  So he took his time, let you know that he was there for you. SOmehow, things were rushed but slow at the same time. You're still trying to figure out how two extremes occurred in your relationship. You’d know him from the coffee shop for quite a while before he asked you out. Then he did and things pretty much escalated. You still had feelings for T’Challa, but then he started acting Nakia and you decided to give Eric a chance. Then you ignored him, and now you've been together for a grand total of nearly five months.

If anyone had ever told you’d be in this position last year, you  would’ve laughed. Because you were comfortable with T’Challa. Part of you always craved more with him, some form of commitment, Hooking up was fine and all but you knew deep down it wasn’t what you really wanted.

    Now, you have that with Erik. You have that with Erik and he's smart and loving and this is sade and stable and you're comfortable.

    It’s a far cry from what you had with T’Challa.

    But it’s what you need now, when so many other things in your life are uncertain. ANd you do believe that you could be falling in love with him.

    So why, oh why, does Onika have to come in now, when you’re just starting to feel rooted into this relationship.’’

‘’I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably assuming the worse,    ‘’ Onika tucks her hair behind her ear, ‘’So I’m just going to tell you the truth.’’

You mentlaly brace youeself, setting your hafd down, palms flat on the chirme table top as if that could keep whatever she has to say from blowing you away.

‘’Please take better care of Darion than I did. And of Erik too, of course.’

    She senses the confusion when your eyebrows knit together in puzzlement, so she elaborated, ‘’I knew I wasn’t read. It seemed easier to just… leave from it.’’

    You know how that feels. It’s why you avoided Erik fro so long, why you never confronted your real feelings for T’Challa until it was too late.

    ‘’You’re human,’’ you tell her., because you are still angry over how she treated Work and Darion, but you can’t fault her for that.

    You never really thought you could see so much of yourself in someone who ripped Erik’s world apart, but here you are.

    It’s startling but it’s the way life goes sometimes. And it makes it a bit easier to forgive her, to tell her that, eventually you'll tell Eric about this confrontation. She promises not to tell Darion who she is as you promise to take care of him and of Erik.

    You keep that promise that night when you tuck Darion into his bed, the blue sheets being parted so that he can finally get some rest after such a long day, Erik taking out his son’s clothes at night so that it'll be easier to get the kindergartner ready for school in the morning.

    ‘’Good night, Darion,’’ you pull the blanket over him, his little eyelids flutter as he succumbs to sleep, ‘’Sweet dreams.’’

    ‘’Good night, daddy. Love you, mommy.’’

    Your heartbeat speeds up as he says that, and you don’t look at Erik. You can feel his eyes on you, feel the tension that building in the room. It’s nearly tangible. It’s filling the room and it’s suffocating you but it's letting you breathe all at the same time.

    It’s the same way you felt with T'Challa. One night, he just happened to look over at you as  you got dressed to go back to your apartment. You felt like you were hitting the ground and like you were walking on clouds at the same time. Such contrasting feelings, yet you knew that they meant: you were in love.

    And you truly believe that if you’re not already in love with Erik, you will be soon.

    This time, though… you don’t really want to run from it.

    For Erik, this is like a conformation. Darion adores you. He know this, because Darion told him when he was sitting at the kitchen table when you were at dinner one night before dinner, coloring a picture.

    ‘’What are you daring, little man?’’

    ‘’That’s me,’’ he pointed to the picture, ‘’And that’s you. That’s…’’

    See, a thing about Erik is he never really talks about Onika. NOt ever. The only reason he mentioned her to you one night was because he felt the need to be transparent for once in his life, to let you know that he could wait for you to be ready to be loved and to be in love, that he had been where you were.

    Darion is smart. He’s picked up on the fact that, during Mother’s Day activities, his daddy usually poems to pick him up or they go see his grandpa N’Jobu. Uncle T’Chaka, Auntie Ramonda, and Shuri and ‘’uncle’’ T’Challa. He knows that he other kids usually talk about their mommies and he hasn’t got one of those, so you are the next best thing.

    Erik questioned his young son, asked if the third person was you with a smile, arion had nodded enthusiastically and confirmed Erik’s supspicion.

    ‘’He loves you so, so much,’’ Erik tells you now, placing a hand over yours as he guides you to the door, ‘’Thank you for being so kind to him.’’

    ‘’Of course,’’ yup reply, shocked that Erik is thanking you for this, ‘’I care about Darion. I… Knew when I began dating you. That meant I was dating every part of you and taking on all of the things that come with you. I won’t run from that. You haven't run from this. I love you.’’

    ‘’I love you, too.’’

    It still remains on the fence who the true dad of the baby is, but Eri has made it clear that he’s going to be there for you nonetheless. He knows how it is to be lost and have no idea how to raise a child. He wants to help you, wants to show you that he can love you and this bay and take care of both of you because you do the same for him and Darion.   

So when he lets you out of the apartment, with a strict request to contact him once you get back to your own place.

    Once you leave, Erik heads into his room, rooting his through his sock drawer for an item that’s been hidden for a while now.

    Since you two decided to commit to each other, your relationship has taken off. You’ve talked tentatively about the future, mostly about the baby and about moving in together. He knows that he loves you, knows that you usually give him an answer to all of his questions within your own time. You promised me you’d try with this relationship. It took a few months, but here you are and here he is, happier with you than he has been with any other woman.

    So he really has no qualms or worries about the question that he is going to ask you, the one that could make or break the two of you.

    And maybe he’s falling too fast but he does not care. He is in love with you and you love him and you love Darion.

    So that black, velvet box will make another appearance soon. Hopefully for a woman who deserves it far more than Onika did.

    Hopefully, he will get an actual answer, and that answer will be an affirmative one.

    Because he can definitely see a future with you.

    And he’s just hoping that you’ll still feel the same about him when he pops the question.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL AND RESPECTFUL OWNERS

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Introduction to the novel : “You wanted to marry me right?” He asked as he threw her against the wall. She hissed from pain and looked at the man in front of her. He was heartless towards her but yet he’s the most handsome man she has ever seen. “F**CKING ANSWER ME ISABELLA” She shuddered under his dangerous gaze and his shout so she nodded at him with fear. “Alright, let’s play the game till one of us dies” A cold smirk appeared on his face as he watched her fear filled face. ……… Dylan Hendrix was the only heir of the Hendrix family and a billionaire. He wanted to give up on everything and go to the army but his parents forced him to marry the most gorgeous and innocent woman in their city and she was Isabella Anderson. An innocent doctor who spent her whole time with cancer patients. No one knew that her childhood crush and the man she loved was Dylan.

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Mr. Billionaire's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 1

It was a grand and memorable day in Western Rose City. The whole city was decorated with red and white roses. Everyone who sees the city they would definitely lose in it because of the beauty in the city. All people who live in the Western Rose city were excited and happy to see the marriage between two main families in the city but certain someone was not happy at all. He was just furious about the marriage.

“I can’t wait to see her. I bet she will be like a goddess. I would do anything if I could marry her but unfortunately, we’re not that lucky” A group of young men spoke about the bride but they didn’t know someone was listening to them with a furious heart.

The wedding began and the groom was waiting for the arrival of the bride. He was just impatient because he wanted to finish the wedding as soon as possible and leave the shitty place. Finally, the bride arrived and everyone’s mouths dropped because of the beauty of the bride. She was known as the greatest and innocent beauty of the city and everyone loved her because of her kind and innocent attitudes. Because of the gasped sound of everyone the groom boringly let his eye fall on the bride.

Suddenly his heartbeat increased and his whole world froze. He watched his future wife walking through the red carpet towards him while wrapping her hand around her father’s arm. Why is she so gorgeous? He asked himself while looking at the beauty who just came to him. Wearing a white wedding gown that was decorated with the gold color rose flowers and pearls. She looked at him and smiled. His heartbeat ridiculously fastened because of the smile she gave. He didn’t know that his bride was so happy and it was her biggest dream to marry him. She always wanted to be his wife and bear his children because he was the man she loved and he was her childhood crush. Her heart filled with love and happiness as she saw the man in front of her. So handsome, wearing a black tuxedo with a gold color tie below it. His hair was combed back elegantly and he was the dream prince of her life ever since she saw him.

The wedding began and finally, they became legal husband and wife as they vowed in front of their whole city.

“I name Dylan Hendrix and Isabella Anderson as husband and wife” Everyone cheered and clapped as soon as they heard it. Isabella slowly looked at the man beside her and saw he was looking at her already so she smiled at him and wrapped her hand around his arm because she was shy but Dylan was so heartless to ignore her and look away.

“You look gorgeous Bella, I’m really lucky to have you as my daughter-in-law. So beautiful and intelligent” It was Dylan’s mother Dela who came and hugged Isabella with love and care.

“Call me mom from now on. I always wanted to have a daughter like you,” Isabella smiled and Dela nodded.

“Okay mom” Dela felt really happy and she wrapped her arm around her husband Eric and wiped her happy tears.

“Look at them. They are really a matching couple right?” She asked and Dylan’s father nodded with a happy smile.

“Yeah” Eric patted Isabella’s head and smiled. Isabella smiled shyly and looked at Dylan but the thing she saw was his emotionless face.

“Alright, Both of you go and greet guests” Dylan’s parents spoke as they walked towards Isabella’s parents.

After everything, Isabella was so tired and according to Dylan’s parents’ suggestion, Dylan took Isabella to his mansion. As soon as they entered Dylan’s butler and an elderly woman came and greeted them.

“Welcome home young master and young lady. Congratulations” Both of them greeted Isabella and Dylan with bright smiles.

“Give her clothes that mom arranged for her” With that Dylan went upstairs without even looking back at Isabella. Isabella’s heart tightened because of his attitude but she hid it with a smile.

“This way young lady” Elderly woman led Isabella upstairs and showed the master bedroom.

“This young master’s room. Madam has arranged everything for the young lady here. Please let me know if there’s anything” Elderly woman smiled at Isabella and said.

“Alright, Can I know your name?” Isabella asked as she looked at the elderly woman.

“Young lady please call me Ella” She quickly responded to Isabella’s question. Isabella nodded at her and smiled brightly.

“I’ll call you if there’s anything aunty Ella” Ella watched Isabella’s beautiful face for a while and nodded with an extremely happy face.

“It’s good to see our young master has such a beautiful and kind wife” Isabella smiled shyly at aunty Ella and nodded. After aunty Ella left Isabella walked into the room and she heard water splashing sound inside of the washroom. She knew that Dylan was taking shower so she slowly walked and sat on the bed as she removed her heels. Then she saw the coat Dylan was wearing on the bed and she quickly took it and buried her face against it.

She inhaled the scent and smiled because she really loved it and today was the happiest day of her life. She married the man she loved and she always wanted. While touching Dylan’s coat Isabella looked at the heart-shaped red diamond ring on her finger. It was Dylan who put it into her hand. Her heart was filled with joy and love for the man who just became her husband.

Suddenly she heard the sound of the door opening and she looked in the direction and saw Dylan. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him. He was wearing black sweatpants without a shirt. His hair was wet and Isabella found he was just so handsome than ever. Her eyes fell on his strong muscular body and she watched his chest and his six-pack. Her face was covered with a blush as she watched his upper body.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Isabella gasped as she heard his heartless voice and at the same time, Dylan strode towards her and snatched his coat from her hands, and threw it into the rubbish bin.

“You touched it and dirtied it. Don’t touch my things. If you stay here don’t fucking cross your line.” Isabella’s heart was covered with hurt and her eyes turned moist because of how her husband talked to her. She never expected this... She thought he would love her but what is this?

“Dylan... I…” She finally managed to talk after recovering from the shock but as soon as she spoke her words were cut off by Dylan’s heartless voice.

“Shut your fucking mouth. I never wanted a wife. You became my wife because my parents forced me so don’t think that I’ll treat you well” His words stabbed straight into her heart and her tears rolled down from her eyes.

“Especially I will never love you. I’m going to the army soon and live as a widow after I left.” Isabella clutched her dress tightly as she heard what he said. He said he will never love her but she didn’t want that she wanted him to love her because she loved him so much.

“Why? Do you have someone you love?” Isabella’s voice was trembling because of the fear of knowing that the man she loves loved another woman.

“I don’t fucking love any woman and especially not you. I just want to live my life peacefully without women like you.” She felt somewhat happy because he didn’t love anyone but she was hurt because of the way he talked to her. She stood up from the bed and looked up at him with a smile.

“It’s okay, I’ll stay with you till you go to the army and I’ll wait until you come back. I’ll wait for you every day of my life” She smiled brightly at Dylan and ran towards the washroom.

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Da-da

“Ready for your birthday Gracie bug?” Harry questions his 11 month old daughter. “Are we gonna have cake?” He smiles at her showing his excitement for her birthday coming up.

Grace didn’t care about a birthday party or the cake. She was just content eating her blueberries off her tray. Her little fingers chase the berries as they roll around in front of her. It is lunch time and Harry put Grace in her high chair so she can be fed. Harry is making a peanut butter and jam sandwich at the island in the middle of the kitchen, while Grace happily enjoys her distraction of rolling blueberries.

“We are gonna have presents, and Auntie Gem and Gran are gonna come. Oh and uncle Mitch and Uncle Jeff.” Harry continues to name all the guests coming to the party. “It is going to be the party of the year!”

You and Harry had planned a birthday party for Grace. The theme for the party is The Little Mermaid and it is going to be perfect. Harry found a cute little mermaid outfit for Grace to wear and he planned on dressing up as Prince Eric. Harry is still trying to convince you to be Ursula, but his convincing isn’t really working.  The plan is to have the whole back yard transformed into an under-the-sea experience. It’s going to be a party everyone remembers.

Grace takes a big sip from her sippy cup, holding it with one hand and tilting her head back. Harry sits down in the chair in front of her. He tears up her sandwich into bite size pieces so she can chew them easily without choking. Harry sucks the peanut butter off his thumb and smiles at his baby girl.

Reaching for a tiny piece of sandwich, Grace brings it towards her mouth and opens her hand, using her palm to push the bread into her mouth.

“Grace! Daddy’s gonna teach ya a trick.” Harry clears his throat and scoots his chair closer to her high chair. “Say Da-Da!” Harry gives her a look of encouragement nodding his head. “DAAAA-DAAAA.” Elongating the ‘A’ so Grace would copy.

Grace isn’t phased. She is just enjoying her lunch like it’s the best thing she has ever devoured. Grace had yet to say “Mumma” or “da-da” and Harry seems determined to get her to say his name first. She makes little grunts and noises as she eats but has not said her first word.

“Come on Gracie, be a good girl and say DAAA-DAAA! You can do..”

“What are you two crazy kids up to?” You interrupt Harry as you walk into the kitchen. You glance at Harry who has a mischievous look on his face.

“We.. um… are working on our first word! Aren’t we bug?” He tucks her hair behind her ear as she shoves the last little bit of sandwich into her mouth.

“Is that word MUM-MA? Can you say MUM-MA?” You open your eyes wide and nod your head when you say each syllable.

“Um… no. We are gonna say DAAA-DAAA right Gracie girl? You want to say DAA-DAA!” Harry emphasizes his name hoping she will catch on.

You and Harry go back and forth with Grace trying to get her to repeat either of your names. Grace giggles at her parents because they are being extremely silly and are very entertaining.

“Gonna say it for daddy? DAA-DAA!” Grace just picks up her sippy cup for one last swig of water. Sighing, Harry stands up to grab a wash cloth to wipe off her face.

Grace throws her arms towards you, wanting help to get out of her high chair. “Say Mumma!” You smile at your girl.

“Da…da..” Grace says looking at her mum.

“What did she just say??” Harry leaves the water running and bolts to the side of the high chair. “Da Da right here! Say it again Da-Da!” Her daddy prompts pointing to the center of his chest.

Looking at her mother, holding her arms up. Grace says “da-da.”

You burst into a hysterical laugh. “She thinks I’m Da-Da!!” You are laughing so hard, breathing has become difficult and tears are beginning to form. Looking over at Harry who has folded his arms and a slight scowl has formed you continue laughing.

“I’m Da-Da Gracie, that is Mumma, not Da-Da!” Harry explains pointing at himself to help her understand that he is her Da-Da.

Grace doesn’t  understand the concept. Grace continued calling her mother Da-Da for the next couple hours.

After dinner, Harry took Grace to get in the bathtub. She loves the tub, always splashes with the biggest smile, and jumps when the water hits her face by surprise. This always makes Harry laugh!

Getting her out of the tub, Harry wraps her in a snuggly pink towel and takes her to her room. Sitting on the floor Harry lays Grace down to finish getting her ready for bed.

“I love ya girlfriend!” Harry sweetly says as he rubs lotion on his daughters chunky thighs.

“Da….Da..” Grace coos to her father as she puts her fist into her mouth.

“Ahh! BABE! COME FAST!!” Harry yells to you while he fights back tears of happiness. “She knows I’m her daddy.” He says quieter to himself. Unable to fight the tears, Harry lets them fall down his cheeks.

“What’s the matter?” You burst into the room, worried something has happened with your sweet baby.

“She said Da-Da! Babe she knows I’m her daddy!” The amount of pride expressed on Harry’s face is nothing you have ever seen before. He is so proud he is her daddy.

“Does she?” You say as you kneel down and and wrap your arm around your husband. “Not only are you her daddy! But you are the best daddy in the world.” Kissing his temple, you bookmark this moment in your mind as one you want to keep forever.

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[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

Cupcakes

A/N this is a surprise and a bit late. Eric belongs to @royslittleharper

Tagging: @speedypan @coffee-randomness @insideoflit @cupidjayne @guns-n-lilies

Annabella smiled as she felt a pair of eyes staring at her from around the corner of the kitchen. She set the spoon she was using to stir down and turned.

“What do you need baby girl?” Annabella asked her daughter.

Atina quickly padded over to her mother's side and hugged her legs.

“Mama.” She said.

“Yes.”

“Eric birthday tomorrow.”

“I know do you want to get him a gift?”

Atina shook her head no.

“Oh? Then what do you want to do?” Annabella asked a smile gracing her lips as her daughter held up the open book she was holding and pointed to a picture of a blue cupcake with fish shaped sprinkles. “Oh, you want me to make it?”

“No, me!” Atina pointed to herself.

“Okay then let’s get to work.” Said Annabella as she helped her four year old onto a chair and directed her on what to do.

…

“Happy birthday Eric!” Atina cheered as she held up the cupcake to her friend.

“Thanks Atina.” Eric smiled as he took it, he took a small bite and avoided coughing. The cupcake was slightly undercooked but luckily he was used to his mother's cooking to overcome the cupcake. “It’s good.”

Atina giggled and hugged him before going back to her sister.

…

“Happy birthday Eric!” Atina cheered as she handed him a simple cupcake with blue icing and a number 10 candle.

“Thanks Tina.” Eric smiled as he took the cupcake though slightly let down at the simplicity of the cupcake, usually she would design them with more detail.

“Oh wait.” Atina flicked her wrist and the candle lit up. “Make a wish, though be careful because I got the candle from Auntie Zatana and I’m not sure if the wish will actually come true or not.”

Eric laughed as he closed his eyes and blew the candle out. He took a bite and his eyes lit up.

“Oh my god this is amazing. It has ice cream inside!”

“Yeah I found the recipe and also had Aquatas help in trying to keep it cold.”

“I love it.” Said Eric with a mouth full of cupcake.

“I’m glad you do.” Atina smiled.

…

Atina walked across the school grounds as she looked for Eric during lunch. Her hands nervously played with box in her hands that held the cupcake. She wasn’t sure why these past couple of years she would get so nervous to hand him his cupcake.

She did this every year since she was four why was now any different. But lately she started to doubt herself. What if he didn’t really like them anymore? What if they were childish? What if he was just accepting them to be nice?

She sighed as she focused on finding him having used a locator spell to find him the mass of people. She smiled when the blue smoke appeared in front of him but stopped when she noticed that he was talking to some girl. She wasn’t sure why her stomach knotted at the sound of her laugh or why her her sank as Eric smiled at her. But she quickly ducked her head and turned to a different direction hoping he was to distracted to see her not realizing he was slightly frowning at her retreating figure.

When the bell rang Atina quickly walked to her car. She hastily put her things in the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's seat.

“Tina can you tell mom I’ll meet you guys at Eric’s party? I have volleyball and softball practice.” Said Aquata as she approached her sister's car.

“Yeah I’ll tell her.” Said Atina as she buckled her belt.

“Hey you okay?” Aquata asked as she noticed the sad look in her eyes. “If Brad is teasing you again I swear I’ll beat his ass.”

“No it’s not him.” Said Atina as she sighed and rubbed her head.

“Oh… Hey if you want I can skip practice and we can go to the pier and get some ice creams and talk about it.” Aquata offered.

“No it’s fine. It’s just stupid. I’ll see you later.”

“Mom says feelings are never stupid they just take some time to process.” Aquata leaned in to kiss her sister's forehead. “Relax, get some rest, and then we can talk later.”

Atina smiled sadly as she nodded before heading home.

Groaning in frustration for the hundredth time Atina scribbled out her notes and tossed her notebook to the side. Glaring at the sight of the cupcake in the box.

“You know the more you stare at it the longer it’s just going to sit there.”

Atina's head snapped up at the sound of her mother's voice. Annabella smiled as she closed the door and moved to sit next to her daughter.

“What’s wrong baby girl?” She asked as she brought her daughter into a hug.

“I don’t know.” Atina sighed. “I just feel… confused… ma.”

“Yeah?”

“When you were falling in love with Dad, were you ever scared?”

Annabella kissed her daughters forehead and rested her cheek on her head.

“Yeah I was. I hadn’t planned on falling in love. I already had my career and my future was set. And before I realized it I was already in love with your father I didn’t know when it started or how but one day I just looked at him and all the pieces fell into place. But it’s not always going to be like that for every one, your Uncle Dick and Aunt Jen were in love but a fight separated them for a long time before they were ready to admit they still had feelings. Maia and Roy took forever to confess what was always there. Your Uncle Tom and Aunt Faith just seemed to click. Everyone is different, and feelings can take awhile to understand. But they will make sense in time, and things will happen when they need to.”

Atina snuggled into her mother's neck as she hugged her tighter. “Is it okay if I stay home for Eric’s party.”

“If it will make you feel better then yes.”

“Thanks mom, Aquata said she’ll catch up with you guys at the party.”

“Okay. Get some rest sweetie and I’ll make you your favorite before we leave.” Annabella slowly walked to the door and smiled when Kaldur opened it.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Everything’s fine.” Annabella kissed his cheek as she passed by. “Atina is just going to sit this party out.”

“Everything okay guppie?” Kaldur asked as he sat next his daughter.

“Yeah I’m okay just need a break from everything.” Atina smiled.

“You got that from your mother.” Kaldur smiled as he took his daughter's hand. “She always needed to take breaks from parties because they would overwhelm her after some time. Call us if you need anything.”

“I will.” Atina smiled as her Dad ruffled her hair and left.

Atina was in the middle of reading her book when she heard a tapping on the window doors to the balcony. Frowning she set the book down and walked to the window only to find Eric standing outside.

“What are you doing here?” Atina asked as she opened the door.

“You never gave me my cupcake.” He simply said as he walked in.

“I didn’t get a chance.”

“I saw you during lunch but you left.”

“I forgot something in class.”

“You rushed out of school when the bell rang.”

“I had to help my mom.”

“You didn’t show up to my party.”

“I wasn’t feeling… good.” Atina slowly backed up from Eric when she noticed he was getting close.

“You know your eyes slightly squint when you lie.” He commented.

“No they don’t.” Atina frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re avoiding me.”

“You're avoiding the question.”

“Atina.” Atina froze at the sound of her full name coming from him, Eric sighed as he calmed down not wanting to raise his voice and make her cry. “Atina please what’s wrong?”

Atina looked down as she rubbed her arm nervously.

“Atina come on, we’ve known each other since you were a baby, you use to come to my house every day for a play date, you would always tell me what you learned in your books, you always tell me everything from the bullies to rare times your sister annoys you. Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Do you not want to be friends anymore?”

“No, no it’s not that.”

“Then what? Tell me, talk to me. I’m here im listening. I’m”

“I’m scared.” Atina took a deep breath. “I’m scared because I’m falling in love with you and I don’t know what to do. And at lunch I saw you talking to that girl and everything just started to hurt, and I’ve never felt this before and I’m just scared.”

Eric held her face as tears started to stream down, Atina took a shaky breath as she sniffled.

“And then I thought maybe the whole cupcake thing was getting stupid. And I’m just so confused cause I thought this would feel different.”

“Are you scared that I would turn you down?” Eric asked as he stroked her cheek Atina stayed quiet as swallowed hard. “Where would you get an idea like that?”

Atina stayed silent as her hands trembled.

“Here sit down.” Said Eric as they say on a small plush bench that was next to a window. “What is it? Why are doubting yourself?”

“There’s this guy at school that’s been bugging me for awhile now.”

“Brad?”

“How did you-?”

“Aquata told me one time when you went home early. Said he caused you to have a panic attack? But nobody could prove it and your mother had a fit because they couldn’t get evidence.”

“Yeah well he just knows how to strike the right nerve and well.”

“Does your family know?”

“Aquata knows and tries to keep him off my back. Mom and Dad are trying to figure out to nail him.” Atina sighed as she rubbed her head.

Eric brought her in for a hug and rubbed her arm. He smiled as she snuggled close.

“You should have told me.” He whispered

“I didn’t want to bug you.”

“You could never bug me because I love you too.”

Atina lifted her head and stared at him in shock. “What?”

“I love you too.”

“Since when?”

“Since you gave me that first cupcake.”

“Heh I was four and that cupcake was horrible and we both know it.”

“Yeah but you looked so cute when you handed it to me. Despite that it was my birthday you were dressed up in a Cinderella dress.”

“I was trying to be proper like papa Alfred taught me.”

“Cute.” Eric smiled as Atina blushed but noticed her eyebrows slightly furrowed. “What?”

“What about that girl you were talking to?”

“Oh she’s just someone who tries to get with the whole team and tries to start a lot of drama. Definitely not into her.” Eric clarified.

Atina nodded slowly. “So what does that make us?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

They both smiled at each other as Eric brushed some of her hair from her face. They slightly jumped as someone cleared their throat.

“Well as adorable as the moment is I’m gonna have to ask you to get out before my mom tells dad that you’re here.” Said Aquata.

“Right. Um see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah oh wait your cupcake.” Said Atina as she went to grab the box. “It should still be good it has a preservation spell on it.”

“With the ice cream center?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet. Okay see you tomorrow.” Eric kissed Atina’s cheek and quickly slipped out from the balcony.

Atina turned to face her smiling sister and groaned.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing but the whole football team owes me a lot of money now.”

Atina rolled her eyes as she punched her sister's shoulder.

“So you looking forward to tomorrow?” Aquata asked.

“Yeah I am.” Atina smiled as she looked out towards the window seeing Eric with his sister he smiled as he took a bite from the cupcake and waved towards them before they both disappeared.

[kenzieam]

The Experiment - Chapter 4 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M (swearing/smut :p)

Genre: General

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An alternative stand-alone with Eric and Fox, where they’re brought into a controversial faction experiment……may be sensitive subject matter/triggers…..enjoy :)

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Fox spent a restless night tossing and turning, finally falling into an exhausted stupor just as the sun was rising. She woke again just after noon as a pounding started on her door.

“Goddammit Coulter, I said-” Fox threw open the door and stopped short.

“Aunty Fox didn’t swear, did she?” Tris asked with a grin, speaking to the toddler clinging to her legs.

Fox crouched, “hey, DeeDee!”

“Ant-EE!” Four and Tris’ daughter, Delilah, launched herself at Fox and laughing, Fox spun her in a circle. Tris followed them into the apartment and shut the door behind her.

“See, you’re good with kids, you’ll be fine when you and Eric reproduce.”

Fox rolled her eyes and flipped Tris the bird behind DeeDee’s back, making Tris snicker.

Fox set the toddler down to run over to the box of toys she kept in the corner for her and turned to her mom.

"What’s up?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” Tris replied.

Fox blushed, “sorry, been a crazy few days.”

Tris sat at the counter and pointed to the stool beside her, “go ahead and tell me.”

Fox sat, and found herself unloading everything about the last few days, the train ride, the appointment and Eric coming to her apartment last night.

“Tonight at seven? And how do you feel?”

“Freaked out! What the fu-…heck did I agree to?”

Tris smirked. “Nothing you don’t secretly want.”

“What?!”

“Oh please, you and Eric, c'mon it only makes sense. You’ve been eyeing each other up ever since we jumped into the net.”

“Bull…crap, we hate each other, we’re always fighting.”

“Foreplay,” Tris purred.

Fox scowled and Tris laughed.

“Honey listen,” Tris continued. “You might have your head up your rear-end about this, but I’ve seen the way Eric watches you…..and the way you watch him, say what you want, but I know the truth.”

Fox snorted, “and how does he watch me?” She tried for a blasé tone and failed.

Tris smiled, “the same way you watch him.”

Fox rolled her eyes, “thanks boo, that helps.”

Tris laughed then reached over and patted Fox’s knee. “Get presentable, Four is watching the kids and Chris and I are taking you for a treat day, get your hair cut, find a sexy dress-”

“I have clothes.”

“You have uniforms, training clothes, lounge clothes, you don’t own a dress.”

“So?”

“So, you can’t seduce the father of your future children in lounge pants.”

Fox bit back a furious round of insults, glancing over at DeeDee, who remained happily oblivious. Tris, not insulted at all, she knew Fox and her little intricacies well enough; just laughed and repeated, “get going!”

Grumbling, Fox disappeared into her bedroom, reappearing a few minutes later looking ‘presentable’.

Another knock at the door, DeeDee ran and opened it, “Da-EE!”

Four stepped into the apartment and smiled at Fox.

“Hey Fox, how are you?”

“Fine Four, thanks.” Fox grumbled and Four grinned. Picking DeeDee up he said, “Chris is running late, she’ll meet you down there.”

“Okay, let’s go!” Tris shooed Fox out the door and Four laughed as he shut it behind them. They parted ways at the Pit, the girls turning into the melee and Four heading through the corridor to the ‘family’ side of the complex; where Fox didn’t look forward to moving to in the coming months.

Tris pushed Fox into the salon chair and smiled behind her in the mirror. The hairdresser appeared and Tris whispered in her ear. Fox whipped around.

“What are you saying?” She demanded suspiciously.

“Calm down,” Tris smiled.

“I’m here!” Chris announced, effectively ending the conversation; she, Tris and the hairdresser completely ignoring Fox as they gabbled.

Thankfully, all their scheming only amounted to a few inches chopped off the bottom of Fox’s hair and a revival of the undercut she’d rocked right after graduation and Fox grudgingly admitted that it looked good.

They dragged her next to Tori, who’d been already been instructed to tattoo a small heart on the outer side of Fox’s left wrist, on the pinky finger side, and to fill it in with blood red ink.

Chris and Tris quickly received matching tattoos,

in support of our sister

, they claimed and, laughing like hyenas, dragged Fox to the clothing store, where they furiously ransacked the dress rack until they found the perfect one. It was black, of course, and short, ending mid-thigh, sleeveless and nearly backless. Fox hated it on the hanger but had to admit it looked not bad when she put it on; and accepted the gift as Tris and Chris paid for it.

Now, back in her apartment, Fox paced like a caged animal. It was just after six and Fox’s heart was racing.

Stop it

, she chastised herself,

you’re going to end this circus tonight, march into Max’s office and quit the charade, to hell with the contract.

No, you won’t,

another voice teased,

you can’t wait for Eric to

-

Fox shook her head furiously to end that traitorous voice and stormed into the bathroom to shower.

She knocked on Eric’s door at 7:10, defiantly late.

The door opened and Eric smirked at her. “I knew you’d be late.” He stepped back to allow Fox to enter. Shutting the door behind her he turned and gave a low whistle.

“You look great, Fox.”

“Thanks, I’m going to kill Christina and Tris,” Fox muttered. She froze when she felt Eric’s fingers light at her temple, his breath warm on her throat.

“You looked like this right after graduation,” he murmured and Fox pulled quickly away, turning to face him; a curious mix of anticipation and terror coursing through her veins.

Frustration flashed briefly in Eric’s eyes and he swallowed. Fox saw his hand tremble ever so slightly as he smoothed his hair,

is Eric nervous?! Ice cold Eric Coulter? Nah.

“Drink?” Eric moved to the kitchen and Fox followed him, leaning on the counter.

“Still like rum?” Eric asked as he rummaged in a cupboard.

“How do you know I like rum?”

Eric grinned, “who do you think carried you back to your apartment after the last leader’s party?”

Fox went bright red. “I thought that was Uriah.”

“I know,” Eric chuckled. “You kept calling me Uri-Puppy and petting my head.” Turning with a glass in his hand, Eric burst out laughing at the look on Fox’s face. “Uriah was out of it too, I ended up carrying his ass home later.”

Fox shook her head, mortified, and accepted the glass Eric held out. “I’m so embarrassed,” she murmured.

Eric reached over and quickly tapped her chin. “Don’t be, you’re cute when you finally let your guard down.”

Fox took a sip to quell the nerves threatening to overwhelm her, she’d woken up the next morning alone and fully-clothed, only her shoes removed and with a massive hang-over, so Eric hadn’t taken advantage of her friendly and inebriated state.

Eric watched her a moment then turned back to the stove. “You like salmon?”

Fox gasped, “you have salmon?” Post-war, salmon had become a delicacy, farmed only in small amounts. It was ridiculously hard to locate and notoriously expensive, usually served only at the finest Faction leader’s parties. Fox had only tasted it twice in her whole life. “I love it, where did you get any?”

Eric smiled, “I have my ways.” He met Fox’s eyes and she felt a jolt at the expression in them.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Fox said breathlessly, turning and dashing away. Thankfully, she did, but she also just needed a moment to breathe.

What the fuck are you thinking? Go to Max and end this before you get hurt!

Taking a deep breath, Fox left the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. Eric already had the plates laid out at the table and he stood as Fox approached. He held her chair out for Fox and slid it close as she sat.

A gentleman, who knew?

Fox drooled as she stared at the plate, perfectly baked salmon steak, twice-baked potato and asparagus; one of Fox’s dream meals.

How did he know?

She took a bite of the salmon and couldn’t stop a moan. Eric smiled at her reaction.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” Fox confessed.

“There’s lots of things you don’t know about me,” Eric replied softly. He was right, Fox had made a career out of avoiding him, of arguing and fighting with him to keep him distant. Flushing again, Fox returned to her meal, surprisingly hungry.

“Dessert?”

Fox shook her head, “no thanks, I’m full….” She trailed off, what did you say now? 'Time to fuck?’

Eric stood and carried his dish to the kitchen, Fox helped him clean up, drying as he washed and asking every thirty seconds where some dish belonged. Hanging the dish towel on the oven handle, Fox turned to speak and stopped short. Eric had come up behind her and when she turned she almost bumped his chest with her nose. Fox moved to step back but Eric gently gripped her elbows. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, his eyes lowered and Fox gently pulled away.

“I should get going-”

“Stay, please. We can watch a movie? If you still want to go after that, I understand.”

Fox couldn’t argue with that without sounding like a colossal bitch, so she moved into the living room and began scanning the DVD’s on the shelf. Eric came up beside her and pulled one out.

“Have you seen this one?”

“The Hangover? No. Pre-war?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty funny.”

“Okay.”

Eric started the movie and gestured for Fox to sit on the couch and get comfortable. He reappeared a few minutes later just as the movie started with a large bowl of popcorn and Fox couldn’t stop a delighted squeak. Placing the bowl between them on the couch, Eric sat and put his feet up on the coffee table; Fox tucked her feet underneath her and reached into the bowl. Their hands brushed and Fox pulled hers quickly away, keeping her gaze locked on the movie.

It was surprisingly funny, Fox hadn’t laughed this hard in awhile and she began to see a light-hearted side to Eric, she wasn’t the only one who kept their guard up. Fox found his sense of humour was quite close to her own, and his laugh, the true unguarded laugh that Fox had never heard from him before, was contagious and warm, something Fox wanted to hear more of.

About half-way through Fox’s legs began to fall asleep, and she stood to shake them out. Eric leaned forward and set the bowl on the coffee table. Fox stretched, reaching for the ceiling and arching her back, then moved to sit back down again. Eric’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her over into his lap. Fox went rigid for a second, then relaxed. Nestling his head in the crook of her neck, Eric readjusted his arms and went back to watching the movie like nothing had happened and after a moment, Fox leaned back into his chest and rested her hands on his arms, crossed her legs on top of his.

Eric’s warmth and strength as he held her were intoxicating and Fox fought the urge to snuggle even deeper against him. Her breath caught in her throat as Eric moved her hair aside with his chin and pressed a gentle kiss to her neck before exhaling heavily and resting his head back down. Fox felt Eric shift underneath her as he began to harden against her ass. Fox’s heart began to pound, she could feel herself being pulled in by Eric’s gentle charm and surprising tenderness and warning bells screamed in her head. Fox stood abruptly, pulling free of Eric’s arms and hurrying to the door.

“Fox? What’s wrong?” Eric grabbed Fox’s wrist and yanked her to face him. Fox pulled her arm away and stabbed her feet into the ridiculous stilettos the girls had made her wear. Eric grabbed her upper arms again and pulled her close to his chest.

“Fox?” His voice was a heartbreaking mix of confusion, fear and sorrow and Fox felt her breath catch, if she didn’t leave now she never would. Her old friends fear and anger rose up to help her.

“Let go of me. We signed a contract, this is business. I’m here for us to fuck, not enjoy ourselves!” Fox looked away from the sudden pain that flashed through Eric’s eyes, she always,

always

grew claws and slashed mindlessly when she felt cornered.

Eric’s voice grew hard and his hands tightened. “What are you so afraid of?” He hissed.

Fox shook her head, tried to scoff. “I’m not afraid-”

Eric pulled her close, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re terrified, why? What have I done?”

Frustrated, cornered and desperate, Fox finally snapped. “Alright! I’m scared, okay?…I’m fucking terrified that I’ll fucking spend this amazing night with you and fall the fuck in love and you’ll roll over in the morning and send me on my way like the rest of the women you use!”

Eric’s jaw dropped and his grip loosened enough for Fox to pull away. He recovered quickly and grabbed her again before Fox could leave, his touch was gentle this time, almost hesitant. “Is that what you think?” He murmured, sounding crushed. “That I’ll just use you like that? For a quick fuck?” He exhaled hard and glanced away, the intensity in his gaze almost overwhelming Fox when he looked back. “Okay, yeah, I used those women, they were all just quick fucks, but…..that was because they weren’t you……I’ve always wanted you Fox, since you fell into that net and fucking took my heart….it’s you I want, just you.” He dropped his head, his grip on Fox’s arms almost gone.

Fox stared at him in shock. Of all the things she’d imagined he’d say, this hadn’t been one of them. She’d expected scorn, a cocky response and she felt a deep well of shame at how wilfully ignorant she’d been, how purposefully blind.

You stupid bitch. If you hadn’t been so goddamn afraid of your own feelings you would have seen this long ago.

Eric drew in a shaky breath and continued. “I signed that contract because I was desperate, it seemed like the only way I could get close enough to you that maybe you’d start seeing me….the real me.” He exhaled hard and lifted his head. “Go, if you want…I won’t bother you again."Fox bit her lip. Eric had just ripped his heart open in front of her, and she realized with a sick feeling that she felt the same, despite all the bullshit she’d fed herself over the years, it had always been about Eric…..maybe she wasn’t too late."Eric, I….” Fox trailed off, knowing words meant nothing right now and stepped forward. She touched Eric’s cheek gently with her hand and he shuddered, a tremor running through him. His vulnerability stabbed Fox right in the heart and everything else fell away. She needed to be tender to him, right now.“Come here,” she murmured, stepping past Eric and pulling his hand gently, leading him to the couch.