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mrsaguapapi · 2 years

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Chapter 4

Sexual Healing

It's 1:30 pm, 7:30 pm in London, I'm almost ready for my 'date' with my 3-in-1 special. Tonight I wanted to wear something breathtakingly sexy; something that screams fuck me in the car because you can't wait til we're home.

That dream earlier honestly got me so riled up I almost took care of it in the shower but thought I'd save up this pent-up energy for the boys later. I'm wearing a backless mini dress with long flowy sleeves and a low-cut front, as well as a pair of silver heels.

When I say mini, I mean it's well above the knee and the top barely conceals my breasts. This is also the kind of dress where you can't really wear a bra so underneath I'm only wearing a thong. The dress is a thin material covered in iridescent sequins that contrasted well with my dark skin and platinum braids.

Reference:

Artwork By Me

While finishing the last touches of my make up I decided I should probably call Shuri to fill her in on the 'Sexy Fish Man' Situation.

"Hello, my witchy friend how are you?"

"Hey, sis! I'm great getting ready for a night out. I actually wanted to talk about something though."

"What's up?" She replies

"So long story short some voices told me to go to a beach in Yucatan and I met your pointy-eared fish friend and I may have invited him to your ceremony. Before you respond, it is only because he may know some info on my past plus as an academic, I would love to pick his brain."

That came out way too fast.

"What pointy-eared fish man, I have no idea who you're talking about" she laughs uncomfortably

"You are a TERRIBLE liar. His name is Namor, ring any bells?"

"How? How could you possibly know him? I just met him myself. You know he was a major pain in my ass I almost killed that man. "

"It's a very long story I will fill you in when I see you but I mostly wanted to give you a heads up. You also have to bring me up to speed on the attempted murder part."

"It'll probably be good for him to be there, gotta keep the peace and all now that I am the 'Queen Panther'" She laughs "Besides this makes me feel better about having to invite the 'White Wolf'"

"Oh god, Bucky is coming?"

"I know yall have a past but he's practically a Wakandan and he was close to my brother. I know it will be awkward but can you do it for me?"

Sighing I say, "Of course, Just don't expect me to do it sober for it"

Shuri laughs "I'm eternally grateful"

"Yea Yea Yea" I laugh. I look at the time, it's 7:50 pm. "Okay, hun I gotta go before I'm late."

"Alrighty have fun on your night out." we exchange goodbyes and hang up.

Okay, do I have everything?

I didn't bother packing a bag other than my purse full of essentials, specifically my birth control; Whatever else I need I'll just borrow from the boys. I did go ahead and pack a bag for Wakanda that I'll just grab it when I pick up Peter. I grab my sling ring and head to the kitchen to leave a note for Peter.

To my Spider Bro-

I know you said you'll be good for dinner but I went ahead and prepped a lasagna for you in the fridge; all you have to do is pop it in the oven for 45 min. Be safe, Have a good night, and stay out of my weed stash. Love you!

I pin the note to our fridge and text the boys.

On my way, meet you at the ROXY in 5. *kissy face*

And with that, I open a portal and make my way to the Night Club.

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Tonight is pretty packed. I managed to find 2 seats at the bar and saved one for the boys with my purse. They texted a few minutes ago saying they'd be here in a sec. So I go ahead and order them a Rum and Coke while I sipped on some Crown Apple and waited. The music was so loud I could barely think; everyone was talking and dancing, and I couldn't wait to join. It was dimly lit but the little light we had was shining on my dress; kinda made me feel like a disco ball.

Lost in thought I barely noticed the bartender approach me and hand me a drink.

"From the guy at the end of the bar," he says and walks away.

I look over and it's an older man holding up his drink. I politely wave back in thanks and look away praying that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, it was not, he begins to walk toward me.

He stands very close to me and says, "You look very beautiful tonight" he slyly smiles

"Thank you" I reply

He touches my shoulder and swipes some of my hair out of the way, "I've always found black women so sexy"

I shrug away from his touch in disgust, "Okay creep, don't fucking touch me. Just because you buy me a drink doesn't give you a pass to touch me. Also, stop fetishizing black women." I practically hiss.

"Another fucking cock tease I see. "

"Fuck you" I throw the rest of my drink in his face, "How's that for a cock tease?" I laugh

"Fucking bitch!" he raises his hand to hit me. I don't flinch, he will 100% break his hand once he makes contact. He didn't make it that far fortunately for him, my Mr. Knight catches his hand.

"You wanna try that again pal?" It was them and from the voice, it was Marc speaking. He begins to squeeze his hand, this close to breaking it.

The man screams out in pain, "Sorry lady! Won't happen again I swear" he replies half crying.

Marc looks at me for approval to let him go and I nod at him. Marc releases him and the man practically runs away from us.

I look at Marc "Thank you love, but I could have handled it"

"Oh that wasn't for you, I saved that poor man from breaking his hand. You monster." I laugh in pure amusement.

Marc looks so good tonight. He's wearing a simple long sleeve olive green sweater and a pair of black dress pants. His dark curly hair fell so nicely into place and his facial hair was shaved but you could see a little stubble coming out.

Holding my hand out I gesture for him to come closer, "Come here and give me a proper hello" I seductively say.

Marc makes his advance toward me and stands so close to me that I could feel the warmth coming from his body. He holds the side of my face and whispers a little hello before he closes in and kisses me. We started slow and modest; he eventually places his large hand on my lower back and begins to massage it up and down occasionally gripping my ass.

He pulls away for a sec and begins to speak "You look stunning as ever. I don't know how long we will last before we take you home. Hell, I may bend you over this bar and take you here."

"Believe it or not I do have a good reputation that I'd like to keep, you menace" I hand him his drink "Chug this so we can dance" I smile.

He obliges rather quickly. Once done he slams the glass down on the bar and pulls me behind him. "I'm not much of a dancer. So Steven is going to swap in, okay?"

I shake my head in excitement. Steven may be a sweet awkward bean most of the time, but on the dancefloor, he is a savant. Quite literally a panty dropper.

"Heya Millie! My word you look unreal" It may be dark but I can't tell he's blushing.

He's the sweetest I swear

We make it to the dance floor; he wraps one arm around my waist, and with the other, he takes my hand and begins to lead our dance. He has his leg between mine as we begin to slowly sway our hips. The little friction from this is already driving me wild; I can feel my little heartbeat slowly grow from down below.

"Steven who taught you to slow wind like this?"

"No one, I just watched a lot of Magic Mike. You know, for research"

I laugh "HA Research; well your studies did you some good."

He suddenly dips me and places a hand on my ass. Slowly he moves his hand up to my waist, then to the side of my breast, and lightly squeezes. Steven abruptly pulls me back to him and whispers in my ear.

The Vibe:

Make It Rain

"I can't wait to peel you out of this little dress of yours." He then pulls me so close to him that I can feel his hard-on through his pants. Just that little contact made me melt.

"We should go" I whisper in his ear.

Steven says nothing but smiles. He pays my tab and we hurriedly make our way outside and begin to walk to the nearest alleyway, so I can make a portal to his place. I take my sling ring out and open one, but before I could walk through, I was interrupted by Steven forcibly pushing me back to a wall. He began to roughly kiss me; it was so intense I could barely breathe but I definitely don't want to stop.

"Millaenyia you look so sexy tonight. I can't wait til we bury ourselves so deep inside you." Never mind, not Steven, this was definitely Jake, he's always been a little rough. The other 2 sometimes worry it's too much but I've always liked to be dominated like this. He takes my hand and puts it on his dick. They were hard as a rock, "See what you do to us?" He then practically tosses me through the portal and follows behind me; fortunately, I land on his bed. I stand and close the portal and toss my sling ring and purse to the floor.

We stand and look at each other for a minute, just taking in the scene. Eventually, I make the first move; This time it's my turn to shove him into the wall. I grab his face to savagely kiss him as I begin to successfully take his shirt off. Frustrated that he couldn't find the zipper on my dress he began to literally tear it off me. He wraps my legs around him and picks me up.

"I hope that wasn't expensive."

"It's served its purpose" I teasingly reply

He lays me on the bed and begins to slowly remove my thong exposing my soaked pussy. Without skipping a beat he drops to his knees, opens my legs, and pulls me to his face. While making eye contact Jake takes my clit to his mouth; slowly but firmly making circles with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good." I cry out

Jakes eventually goes wild. My pussy was fueling him; he was licking and sucking every inch of me. It turned him on so much that he unbuckled his pants and began to pump his dick. Every so often he'd let out a soft moan, which drove me absolutely nuts. Jake started to tongue my entrance and suck on my juices, it was like he couldn't get enough of me.

His sheer passion brought me so close to an orgasm already. Jake could feel I was almost there, so he releases his cock and shoves his two fingers in me so abruptly, that I scream out in pain and pleasure. He slightly hooked his fingers and began to move fiercely hitting my g-spot with each pump. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Jake begins to growl into my pussy, and with that my orgasm hits me in waves. It was so overwhelmingly good I could barely breathe.

Jake kisses both my thighs and stands up to wink at me, "Your up Steven."

"Thanks, mate," Steven says. He looks at me "You look so beautiful like that, legs open and out of breath," He then without breaking eye contact licks the 2 fingers that were inside me. "You taste like honey Millie."

Stepping out of his pants he leans over me and gently places a kiss on my forehead," You ready darling?" he asks.

I smile and vigorously shake my head in excitement.

He swiftly flips me over to my stomach and begins to massage my butt. "You have a lovely tight ass" he positions himself over me and begins to slide his dick between my cheeks, slowly moving it up and down. My pussy begins to throb and I can't take it anymore, I want to feel him inside me.

"Please, fuck me, I need you" I plead

"As you wish" Steven shoves himself balls deep inside me. I can't help but moan out from the sudden filling of my pussy. Fiercely gripping my ass he begins a steady pace."Fuck you are so tight." After a while of taking it slow, he then grabs me by the shoulder and takes a handful of my hair, "I'm gonna be a little rough okay?"

I tried to respond with 'okay' but it came out unintelligible.

He chuckles lightly and begins to fuck me like an animal. He was hitting me so deeply that I swear I could feel it in my stomach. With every thrust, his balls would smack my pussy and even that feeling was so good.

"Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop" I felt another orgasm begin to build up.

"Yea you like that? You like being my whore?" He yells

"Oh god yes!" I reply

He roughly pulls my hair which jerks my head up, "Yes What?" he asks

"Yes daddy" I Scream.

Steven begins to smack my ass with every thrust: each time it grew harder and harder. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and I couldn't hold it anymore. I moan and scream some words I couldn't even understand as my orgasm hit me.

"Fuck you're squeezing our dick so good," Steven says. After coming down from my high he slowly pulls out and helps me roll over. He kisses my chest, "Alright Marc your turn."

He gently moves a braid off of my face, "are you okay?" Marc asks.

I smile and shake my head, "Oh I'm peachy keen" I giggle.

He chuckles a bit and begins to kiss my neck and chest, "God this is what we needed" he begins to suck on my nipple.

I let out a soft moan, and pull his face to mine. "I need you"

He passionately kisses me, exploring my mouth with his tongue; I can still taste myself on him. He's done so much for me tonight It's only fair I return the favor. I flip him over and position myself on top, "Let me take care of you" I beg.

Marc smiles and nods. I grab his dick and slowly lower myself on him, as I watch how he unfolds under me. I began bouncing up and down on his hard cock and enjoying every inch of him. He grabs my ass to help to steady himself as he pumps and meets my thrusts with extra force.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. I can't take this much longer" he says through his teeth.

"I'm close too; cum with me" I plead

I pick up my pace a bit, watching him enjoy himself was really doing it for me. I lean close to his face and begin to kiss him never slowing my pace. He pulled me closer and began to fuck me harder.

I moan out "Fuck, don't stop, I'm so close"

He began to grunt and growl under me; it was all I needed to reach my climax. My pussy tightened around him so hard that I felt him twitch inside me when he came.

"Fuck" He grunts out

We stay there for a while. Just breathing in each other's faces, coming down from our mutual high. Eventually, I roll off of him, "how was that for a pick me up?" I ask

"Eh needs improvement." He jokes

I smack him with a pillow "I can’t with you" I laugh

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chelleztjs18 · 2 years

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Hello you mrs. ginger beer drinker honey nut cheerio robin hood lefty eyebag 😅

I am okay today, how are you doing? Still cleaning or packing again for your trip?

I know, I am an old person. I can't help it but to sleep early 😞 I'm just ready for the new year because it will feel like a fresh start lol. I'm not doing anything new years eve, might drink a bit but not sure. Then I work on new years day and then after that I am hanging out with friends and playing some board games. How about you? What plans do you have in Texas?

So you make moscow mules at home then? I want to try that cocktail with the baileys. I love baileys..when Applebee's had the mudslide, I would always order it. Now I just like my regular coke and rum. Simple and boring lol

I will definitely ask you more about Indonesian food. For next year, I want to try more food and expand my taste.

Ah I see, I completely understand then. I used to be that way when it comes to showing emotions. But when it comes to sad movies, and the story just hits hard, I can't help but cry haha 😅 but when it comes to real life stuff, I am somewhat not showing anything until I am alone.

Wow look at you giving me more than I asked! Hahaha okay miss rebel. Fine, I'll do more too because I feel that i can't just list 3.

1. The Phantom of the Opera

2. Brooklyn 99

3. Modern Family

4. Rent

5. Fight Club

Next, name 3 scary movies that you can never watch again.

-CuriousGeorge

Hi hi hi.. there u go! My long nickname is back! Yay.hahaha. whats up corn-punn!

Im okay too.. just busy n clean up an endless mess. I'm by myself with em now so it's hard to do chores while she keeps want to play with me.

I havent packed anything at all.. the clothes i wanna bring r still in the dryer.lol.

Ah i see. I got what u meant about fresh start.. i hope i feel refreshed on new year which i doubt.lol.

We plan to hang out n eat some bbq n i want to enjoy the stuff that my cousin brought from indonesia. She just got back from indonesia n my sister sends some goodies for her to bring them for me.

N we r going to bring some big fireworks so we can light up some n put some show there.haha. we have a lot of huge serious fireworks in the attic because it's legal here n in texas.

N probably we'll get drunk with my cousin's husband 😅

I used to make moscow mule at home but now not really.hahaha. oh yeah baileys is my favorite. Sometimrs i just mix it with milk n add ice n just drink it like that. Or add it to my ice cream or chocolate shake 😅 the first time i tried mudslide is when i was on a cruise. So we bought all u can drink package for the whole week in every bar in the ship. So i tried every cocktail i found there n one of my co-worker who is a bartender let me borrow his cocktail book so imagine how much i drank.😅🤣 but i promise im not an alcoholic though. I like coke n rum too but i always have it with malibu coconut rum.

Oh yeah, ask me as much as u want about indonesian food.i will gladly answer u.

Haha yeah totally understandable about what u explain with the whole emotion things.

To be honest, i cried a looot when i broke up with my ex-gf. Then my mom passed away too.. n since that i feel like i cant cry that much anymore no matter how much i feel like i want to cry.

Haha of course i give u more than u asked, because i'm a very sweet n kind person.lol. i forgot to add on my list of movies i will always watch : Miss Congeniality ,Ocean's 8 and Knives Out.

I love ur lists.. what movie Rent is?

Scary movies i cant watch ever again are

1. Us

2. Insidious

3. All Paranormal Activity franchise movies.

4. All Wrong Turn franchise movies.

5. All Saw movies.

What about u?

Next question?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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socaprince · 4 months

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Soca Therapy Playlist

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Heir (Tommy Shelby X Reader Part 1 of 3)

Tommy needs a son, and you needed a husband.

Warning - angst / smut / breeding / arranged marriage

Requested - kinda... @iimisty-a

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It had been a month since you were effectively traded into matrimony. A month since you said your vows to a man you'd never met until that day, and who had barely said two words to you since. Other than to ask where his son, Charlie, was. The six year old boy you were now stepmother to, who had begun to cling to you like a mother.

Your father had no sons. Just you and your little sister, who had passed away seven years earlier. He was a successful businessman, and regardless of the fact you had run his restaurant business single handedly while he was fighting in the Great War, as soon as he returned, you were pushed out and he resumed his position as the CEO, never even thanking you for keeping his business afloat for four years. You rebelled. Started drinking, staying out late, discovering opium. Stealing money. Your father knew you needed to be married, settle down, that would straighten you out. So he'd contacted the Peaky Blinders. An unlikely alliance between the two families was forged.

Thomas Shelby had lost his wife, Grace, when Charlie was just 2 years old. He had his maids, and a nanny, but his son needed a mother figure. A constant in his life, not a maid that comes and goes every so often. As part of whatever deal was waged with your father, you were palmed off as a wife for Thomas. So here you were, married to a complete stranger with a reputation for slicing people's eyes with a razor blade. Oh and he was a politician too.

Quite the catch.

You spent most of your days playing with Charlie, showing him around the large gardens at Arrow House, teaching him to play violin and piano. He reminded you of your younger sister before consumption had taken her short life. A sweet innocence, clouded by a silent cry for affection. Affection his father was never around to give him.

The plan to calm you down had worked. You hadn't touched opium since your wedding day, although you still had the occasional rum of an evening whilst reading in your bedroom. You had expected to share a room with your husband, but he refused. He never told you why. Hell, he never told you anything.

You couldn't deny that it stung. You were lucky - he was an attractive man. When you found out he was nearly 15 years your senior, you expected an overweight, balding, brute of a man. He was none of those things. Piercing, blue eyes, carefully shaved hair, longer on top, a strong yet slender build. And you were completely in love with Charlie. The boy was an absolute joy to be around.

You were sitting in the garden having lunch on a picnic blanket when you heard Tommy's car pull into the driveway. Nodding to Frances to keep an eye on Charlie, you went inside the house to greet him at the door like normal, before you stopped suddenly.

Why am I doing this? Bowing down to a man who barely notices me? A man who clearly dislikes me so much, he can't even say hello in the morning?

You turned on your heel, and went back to Charlie. Frances gave you a slight smirk, and a wink. She was like the mother you lost when your sister was born. A traditional woman, with the heart of a true angel. Many an afternoon the two of you had chatted about everything and anything over a cup of tea and one of her incredible cherry pies.

You heard the door open and close, and could just imagine his face when his wife wasn't there to greet him at the door. You chuckled to yourself, and you could see him in the corner of your eye in the garden doorway. He stood looking at you for a few moments, but not once did you look directly at him. You suggested a game of hopscotch to Charlie, who jumped up excitedly and went to fetch some chalk and a pebble.

A moment later, he was gone. But you couldn't see him standing at the kitchen window, watching you hop and jump with his son, and unbeknownst to you, a deep feeling of utter regret buried in his chest.

Another week in Arrow House flew by, your days becoming more and more like Groundhog Day. You no longer greeted your husband at the door. You no longer ran to him if he called you to ask some inane question any of the maids could have answered.

You were in the kitchen cleaning up a graze on Charlie's knee, the young boy sobbing gently as you cleaned it with TCP, the liquid stinging as you wiped as gently as you could.

"I'm sorry Charlie, but we don't want it to get infected do we?" You soothed, placing a bandage around his leg. His crying stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the doorway. You turned around to see his father stood there, a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Boys don't cry, Charlie, enough now." Charlie looked to the floor, embarrassed. You saw a flash of red. Sending Charlie off to find Frances to see if she had any of that cake left, you waited for him to be out of earshot before turning to Tommy.

"And what would you know about emotion, Thomas?"

"I beg your pardon?" Oh you'd struck a nerve.

"What qualifies you to discuss emotion, and what is and isn't acceptable? Hm?"

"What qualifies you to talk to me like this, eh?"

"My fucking marriage certificate, that's what." You contained your voice, determined not to risk Charlie overhearing. The first proper conversation you'd had with his father and it was an argument. About him. Probably not the greatest impression on a six year old.

"Marriage. Funny thing marriage, it's supposed to signify a union. A collaboration. And yet all you've shared with me thus far is a bottle of rum on our wedding night."

"Is that all I've shared? Really? What about my house?"

"That's exactly what it is. A house. Bricks and mortar. You won't even let me decorate my own bedroom!"

"That's what this is about? You want to decorate your room? Then fucking decorate it! I don't care!"

"It's not about the room, Thomas, it's about YOU. I'm your wife, and you can't even say two words to me! This is the first time we've had a conversation since the day we were married, and I want to know why. Right now." You defiantly sat at the kitchen table, offering him to sit opposite you.

He looked to the floor, then the door, and back at you. Noticing the flash of contained anger in your eyes he made the wise decision to sit down.

"You're not going to like this, and I'm not going to enjoy telling you it, so all I ask is you let me talk, and don't interrupt. Okay?" His demeanour changed suddenly, his shoulders fell, he was genuinely unhappy. Your stomach dropped - he didn't want to be married to you, that much was abunddantly clear. You nodded, agreeing to his request. You wouldn't know what to say if you did interrupt anyway.

"Your father.. he only had daughters. He only has you left of the two he was gifted. He's aware of his health issues, and needs an heir."

"He has an heir!" Tommy gave you a look, and you rolled your eyes, beckoning for him to continue.

"A male heir. My son is not blood, therefore doesn't count."

The realisation dawned on you suddenly.

"So he sent me to you to breed me, is that what you're saying?"

"That's what I'm saying."

"Wow."

"Indeed. The reason I have been so distant, and not the husband you were expecting, is because I didn't find this out until after we were married. The original agreement was myself and Charlie would be his beneficiaries. My plan was to receive the deeds to the company when your father died and hand them to you. I have the contracts already printed and ready if you wish to see them. He changed the agreement once we were married - he found a loophole allowing him to make changes, but not me. I have been talking with lawyers but I'm unable to change a thing. So we have two options."

"And those are?"

"I divorce you, you find a man you love and move on with your life. Or.."

"Or we have a baby."

He nodded, looking to the floor.

"Well, I don't like the sound of divorce, Thomas. I always believed when I married it would be for life. Plus the fact I adore your son, and he adores me. I couldn't leave him. And as much as you drive me insane and hurt my feelings by ignoring me, and you haven't even kissed me yet, I don't actually want to leave you, either."

He looked up at you in stunned silence.

"Does it bother you that much?"

"That my husband can barely look at me, much less make physical contact with me? Yes, Thomas, it does. But if you don't want me as your wife, then we are only left with option one, aren't we?"

You could see him pondering. Mulling over his options, contemplating the consequences of whatever his next move may be.

"I see how you are with Charlie. Every day. You don't see me watching you play with him, teach him music. Show him love, affection, care. All the things I can't do. I see you in the kitchen with the maids, helping prepare dinner. Laughing with them like they're friends, or family. Again, things I can't do. I see you talk with Polly and Ada on evenings when I'm working. The way they've accepted you as a Shelby and embraced you with the kind of love you deserve, the family you deserve. Things, I cannot do."

"Why can't you do those things, Thomas?"

"Because I'm scared we will lose you, the way we lost Grace. I'm scared to get close again, and allow myself to feel those things."

You stood up and walked around to his side of the table. A side to your husband you never expected to see - a warm, gentle, kind, honest side.

"But you can be honest with me. You just were. You opened up to me in a way I bet you haven't for a long time. Being married isn't just sex and affection, Tommy. It's trust. Faith. Hope. You wouldn't have opened up just now if you didn't have those things. Which is why option two is my choice. I want to remain your wife, and I will bear you the son my father needs."

"I don't want you to do it for your father - " you cut him off with your index finger to his lips, and pulled him up to stand in front of you.

"Tonight, I share my husband's bed. Tonight, we consummate our marriage." He couldn't help but smile a little, making you blush, and his strong hands gently caressed the side of your face. His blue eyes searching yours for any glimmer of doubt, any feelings of uncertainty. He found none.

"Sounds so clinical when you put it like that, doesn't it?" He chuckled.

You liked his laugh. The way his eyes glistened, the dimples in his cheeks, the way he looked to the floor. His eyes came back to yours, and he shook his head.

"I'll have Frances move your belongings this afternoon."

"In the meantime, why don't you join Charlie and I in the garden? We're going for a walk around the grounds. He loves looking at the flowers, learning their names."

He glanced at the clock on the wall, and your heart sank a little.

"Let me make one phone call to cancel my diary?" You smiled, nodding, and went to fetch Charlie.

He watched you leave, a feeling of something he hadn't felt for a long time flowing through him. Could he allow himself to feel it, or would he push it away like he had for the last month?

#tommy shelby x smut #tommy x fem!reader #thomas shelby x smut #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader

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honorable-wanderings · 3 years

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Word of Honor - Episode 2 Part 1 - Stalking, but in like. A sexy way

(Sorry! For some reason the “readmore” isn’t working right!)

WE JOIN OUR “HEROES”....

exactly where we left them.

ZZS looks confused, offended, and slightly intrigued by the new person added into Smash Bros.

Look at him. Tryin to be all cool. Make a good first impression.

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I’m not really sure what kind of a power move it is wrapping up her whip and pulling her closer in a chastising way in front of the man you have already decided to try to seduce but it is a power move none the less.

And it seems to be working! :o

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There’s more pouting in this show than I originally anticipated.

“A-Xiang, stop attacking random people on the street. At least wait until your martial arts don’t suck ass first.”

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And so the dance begins.

Look at that smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

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Waste not your honored thanks on me, kind gentleman. I am but a lowly drunkard lying dirty and prone on the street. The error, therefore, must have been my own!

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I got my eyes on you!!!!

To quote a kind young lady that I met quite recently. “I don’t give a FUCK”

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Oh wait, you’re still here?

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Best boy alert is going crazy!!!

We may have just met ChenLing, but I would die for him. That also seems to be the general consensus with the other characters as well.

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“It is dangerous outside the town walls, so I cannot allow a child like you to... ...A sword? My apologies, sir. It was wrong of me to treat you like a child. “

What? That’s not what he said?

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“Are you injured or ill?”

*looks into the camera like it’s the office*

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ZZS out here looking like a tragic renaissance painting.

“Young master can we go now? He smells D:”

“Sure just a sec! Let me just leave him my house keys!!”

“What??? Nooooo”

“What was that phrase I learned today? I don’t give a fuck?”

(On a side note I am trying to learn French atm and deadass almost wrote “fraise” instead of “phrase” even though it means “strawberry” and doesn’t have anything to do with the conversation at hand.)

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I came out here to enjoy the sun and some peace and quiet and some good alcohol. The peace and quiet is gone. And so is the sun. Now this dickwad’s saying I might be bad because I dress like shit? I was the nicest dressed royal assassin ever and now that I’m a hobo I’ve never been more upstanding! I haven’t even killed a single person in like a year and a half (other than myself).

At least I still have you, alcohol.

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Meanwhile back with these two,

A-Xiang is still mad that she lost a random fight she picked with someone who looked like a pushover.

More pouting ensues

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“Get good”

Master KeXing reveals he knows more than he revealed to know previously when he was pretending not to know what he has now revealed he knows.

A-Xiang wants to know if he’s making shit up again.

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The plot is driven forward by the playful rhyming chants of children. Honestly that’s top tier horror movie quality plot beat right there. Add a sense of foreboding to your story even though we’re still in ‘lighthearted silly time”

Good job!

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Zhou Zishu wonders, surely not for the last time, why everyone in the martial arts world can’t just calm the fuck down.

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ZZS then decides that after being accosted by random people on the street while he was snoozing and minding his own damn business that that seems like a lot of fun and decides to accost some random person on the street who was snoozing and minding their own business.

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Why doesn’t anyone ever believe that I’m fucking loaded? I’ve got like 2 years left and I’m gonna blow my life’s savings before I go muthafucka. You want 3 mace of silver for a half-mile boat ride? Done motherfucker did I stutter?

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“Hello. I’m totally not stalking you. :D”

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“You wanna ride my boat? ;)” he asks, shouting it across the river so that he could be heard. “What?” Zhou Zishu replies, not able to understand him over the babbling of the water.

“I said! Do! You! Want! To! Ride! My! Boat? Winky Face!”

“Did you just say “winky face??”

“Yeah I was worried you couldn’t see it from there!”

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Somehow today has turned out much more interesting than I had anticipatd

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“We’ll meet again if fated!”

“Challenge accepted”

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Yes I am only keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t fuck with my plans. And that is the only reason. Yes. that’s why I’m going to follow him. Just this. Only that. No other reason.

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This place is pretty! I think this would be a great place to die!

Hun, you still have a couple years. You can always come back to die here later but like chilling in a field of flowering trees for 2 years will kinda lose its novelty if you don’t do other things too.

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GIVE ME YO’ FUCKIN’ MONEY!!

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You said I’ve already ridden and dashed so what’s the point in my paying you now? Toodles!

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This place is pretty but I love how people never walk anywhere. Like the trees would look prettier if you were in them you know.

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HOly fuck! Being rude as shit is so fun! How have I never tried this before?

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Uh.. question: How did this get here? It’s clearly dry docked but it’s no where near the water. Why is it here???

Ah well. It’s free real estate

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WHY IS THE RUM GONE?

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Do I have “attack me” written on my face or something? For the love of fuck! I’m not drunk enough for this!

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“Meh”

“Meh? I think not good sir.”

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Would you believe that this wasn’t even rehearsed?

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For someone who does not want people to see his chest, this is certainly a lot of chest exposed???

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Not sure that’s how fans work, but hell maybe I’ve just been using ‘em wrong all this time

Holy fuck is it heat seeking???

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Surprise!!!

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Pff. Okay. Like I will ALWAYS love it when some not sharp object flies into something and sticks like it’s made of razor sharp blades. And I know TECHNICALLY it’s possible - what with a tornado being able to slam a single piece of straw through cinder block. But it will always make me smile.

(And while that is a smile at how ridiculous it is, it is with 100% legit affection and charm. I legit love it)

Just. “Thunk”

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Who is attacking me? Were they sent by the prince? Do they know who I am? Do I need to get serious?

Oh... It’s just that random guy again.

Well that’s okay then.

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I apologize for once again attacking you randomly and completely unprovoked in the middle of nowhere. My bad.

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“My footwork has godlike elegance huh? You shoulda seen me when I wasn’t dying.”

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I came here to check out dat ass again and I was not disappointed. ;)

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Don’t stand so- Don’t stand so- Don’t stand so close to me ♪

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“Why don’t we drink on my boat?“ “I don’t want to sleep with you!“ “Yet ;)”

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Why the fuck are you following me? Just say what you want from me already!

Bitch you invited me

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“He’s so good at kissing ass”

Oh just you wait.

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Still gonna stalk you btw! ♥♥♥

#word of honor #Shanhe Ling #zhou zishu #wen kexing #Gu Xiang #zhang chengling #spoilers #episode 2 #Long Post #Writing WoH

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Welcome back fighting fans to yet another round of Rooster Teeth Championship! This week we have a doubles round between RWBY and, wait for it...... RWBY! Salem 2: *Grim part forming a path to walk through* Salem: I will suffer no pretenders. Salem 2: Then lie down and die. Salem: *Grim hands extending from ground around her* Was that a joke? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Neo: *Walks in changing clothing* Neo 2: *Changes clothes to match* Neo: *Nods approval and then changes hair color* Neo 2: *pouts and draws umbrella sword* -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roman: *Walks in twirling cane* Roman 2: If this is that blue haired brat’s idea of a joke, I am not amused. Roman: As if you know anyone else as well dressed. Roman: *Aims cane and cap opens* True; almost a shame to kill you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sun: *Descends from above via tail and flips in* Sun 2: Wanna go rob some fruit after the fight? Sun: You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear someone say that. Sun 2: *Nun chucks staff for a second* Five credits for a banana is robbery anyway in my book. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Velvet: *Walks in and snaps a picture* Velvet 2: Do you use motion stabilizing lenses? Velvet: Kinda have to when you’re getting shot at. Velvet: *Forms hologram minigun in hands* Get ready for some action shots. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WFL: *Walks in dragging chainsaw* WFL 2: Boss still obsessed with a girl? WFL: He died chasing her. WFL 2: *Revs chainsaw* Always knew it’d be one or the other. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Junior: *Takes a sip from a drink then picks up his bat* Junior 2: Rough night? Junior: A crazy blonde blew up my bar, twice. Junior 2: *Switches bat to rocket launcher* Well then this won’t make it any worse. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adam: *Walks in and slowly pulls out sword* Adam 2: Out of my way, I need to find Blake. Adam: She’ll never love us you know. Adam 2: *Draws sword* Then I will make her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Penny: *Lands and leaves impact crater* Penny 2: Hello, are you my sister? Penny: Perhaps; it is highly likely that we are twins. Penny 2: *Swords extend from back* I’ve never fought family before; I’ll try to go easy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tyrian: *Walks in giggling to himself* Tyrian 2: I must be mad; I’m seeing double. Tyrian: Madness was our default, remember? Tyrian 2: *Throws away coat and extends axes* Then it’s time for some intensive therapy hahahahah!!!!!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watts: *Walks in twitching mustache* Watts 2: Shall we skip the formalities and just start shooting? Watts: And here I thought we would have some witty banter. Watts 2: *Draws oversized pistol* We both are too smart for that. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Glynda: *Walks in snapping riding crop* Glynda 2: Are you going to mock my outfit as well? Glynda: Hardly; we both look stunning. Glynda 2:*Snaps riding crop* Finally, someone with some taste. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Qrow: *Walks in drinking from flask* Qrow 2: Rum and gin? Qrow: Vodka and Whiskey. Qrow: *extends scythe* That kinda of day huh? I’ll fight quietly. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oscar: *Walks in tapping cane on the ground* Oscar 2: Is this meant to be a metaphor? Oscar: At this point what isn’t? Oscar 2: *Extends cane* And to think we were once just a farm boy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hazel: *Stabs four crystals into shoulders* Hazel 2: Any final words? Hazel: Yeah; turn around and leave. Hazel 2: *Rips off jacket and stabs self with crystals* I always did have a sense of humor. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ozma: *walks in with shining armor* Ozma 2: Haven’t we suffered enough? Ozma: Our task is not finished. Ozma 2: *Sighs and takes combat stance* Then the gods truly are without mercy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Clover: *Reels in fishing line* Clover 2: Was I always that devilishly handsome? Clover: We do have that roguish charm, don’t we? Clover 2: *Casts reel like whip and reels it in again* We are the definition of a “Catch” after all. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Winter: *Strides in with crisp military march* Winter 2: Impersonating an Atlas officer is a criminal offense. Winter: Then turn yourself in and I might go easy on you. Winter 2: *Splits knife from sword* I gave you your chance. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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happypedrohours · 3 months

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Hello Loves!! 🥰

Here I am with a new post in hoping to inspire you for your drinks for the big day… 😀

*Mocktail* - Virgin Sunset -

Ice cubes

Orange juice (2 oz.)

Pineapple juice (2 oz.)

Cranberry juice (2 oz.)

1 splash grenadine syrup

Fill a glass with ice. Pour orange juice, pineapple juice, and cranberry juice over the ice and stir. Float a splash of grenadine syrup atop the mixture and serve. Enjoy! 😊

*Cocktail* - Banana-Rum Old-Fashioned -

Bourbon (1 oz.)

Light Rum (1 oz.)

Crème de banane (s1/2 oz.)

Angostura bitters (1 dash)

Orange peel strip (to garnish)

Fill a tall mixing glass with ice cubes. Add bourbon, rum, crème de banane, and bitters. Stir for 5 seconds; strain into a rocks glass over a large ice cube. Twist orange peel strip over cocktail to express oils; tuck orange peel into glass, or discard. Enjoy! 😊

That’s it for now… We are very close to celebrating the beginning of summer together!! Who’s excited!??!? 😃

Note: please know that it is absolutely not mandatory to drink alcohol to participate in the event. We love the sober people in this family. You do what you are most comfortable of doing. And in general, please drink responsibly!

#happy pedro hours #happypedrohours #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #tw alcohol #tw: alcohol #tw alcohol mention #tw: alcohol mention

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darkcolinodonorgasm · 4 years

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the space in between (1/2)

A/N: HELLO @courtorderedcake IT ME! Your @cssecretsanta2020 !! I am so so so so sooooorry about this delay, I swear I hoped I would have it completely ready for Christmas but I’ve found myself late and having to split this in two. I won’t tire you out with the whys, just know that the fact it was you I was supposed to write for brought me back a bit from the writer’s block so I will have to thank you - I really hope this fic will be worthy and show all my gratitude. Love ya girl, hope you had amazing festivities (and don’t worry, smut will be in part 2 ;3). For now, enjoy kickass witches ♥ (Also, a certain asshole behaviour will be explained, because you really can’t expect me to do my boy dirty like that, can you???)

Summary: Emma knew it was bad when her "brother-in-law" sent his girlfriends to ask her for a favour on his behalf. That was bad. So what was worse? Well, worse was realizing the half-elf she was supposed to find was the one she'd hooked up with a few months ago and never called her back.

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«No.»

No.

Such a simple word, full of meaning, one that should always be respected and honoured. Sometimes it was a plea. Some other times, an exclamation, but it usually was an answer to someone else’s question.

This time, it was the latter: a firm response, an irreversible decision. Emma Swan was adamant in following through.

Although it was very hard for her to say no to two of the three people she considered sisters. There was no chance in hell she would mix with half-elves.

Not. A-fucking-gain.

She wasn’t fuming, not yet, but she knew both Elsa and Ruby would support their boyfriend’s cause.

Of course, that was not the problem.

The problem wasn’t even how much of an asshole Liam was: as charming as he was with her sisters and pretty much everyone else, he was… dare she say, beyond horrible with her.

And to say he was her sisters’ true love.

Which meant she couldn’t just make him disappear from the face of the earth.

Pity.

«Here you go, lovelies,» Grace’s voice interrupted their stare-off. The lovely barista sat their warm drinks down in front of them.

Just by looking at each, Emma knew what kind of emotion they contained.

Her hot chocolate could very well have been a fucking tea with how much calmness had poured into it.

Well, Emma figured, two witches breaking into a fight wasn’t good for business. Add a werewolf to the mix and Emma should probably start charging more for her services or just learn how to spin gold.

Elsa’s drink of choice was hot cocoa too, but instead of cinnamon, she favoured a probably unhealthy amount of peppermint.

As for Ruby, she may have been raised with sweet tea by her lovely Granny, but she had developed quite the taste for spiked black coffee.

All their drinks had been dosed with one of Grace’s brews, which made Elsa bristle at the realization. A light snowfall started to swirl around her.

Despite her young age, Grace glared at the ice witch. «If you’re gonna keep that up, you know where the mop is.»

Ruby grinned as she took a sip of coffee. «Mhm, rum. You’ll have to keep it hidden, or I’ll be able to sniff it out, Gracie.»

Grace huffed out a laugh. «You already know where it is, you nosey wolf.» With that, and one last glare at Elsa, she went back behind the counter. Once again, Emma admired the colourful display behind her, her creations, what she had become famous for, almost endless rows of bottled emotions to help people during their day, just like any coffee shop would… just with a special ingredient to it.

Unlike love potions, Grace’s creations were more of a stimulus, useful to boost someone up during a bad day or give them a drop of luck if they have something they need to ace. Sometimes, though, Grace faked that, for she knew what these people needed was just the illusion that they could make it. She felt bad for tricking her customers, which was why she gave them cupcakes with a relax-infused buttercream. Also known as pot, the good kind, the kind wizards and witches grew.

These emotions weren’t an illusion: they did affect a person’s sensations, but they didn’t radically change nor created them.

Emma had been in awe of the young girl, as had pretty much everyone else. When vultures came into town and wanted her to sell the recipes, the whole population of Storybrooke protected her, although she demonstrated that she needed no protection.

With her witty brain, Grace had managed to turn the law against those greedy assholes. One does not simply ask a witch to sell her potions.

«So,» Ruby began, «why exactly don’t you want to help Liam?» At Emma’s arched eyebrows, Ruby gave her a tight-lipped smile. «Yeah, no, forget I even asked. It’s just… it’s his brother, Em, the only family he’s left. Liam raised Killian like a son after their father sold them to this crazy wizard to escape a gambling debt, and considering they were young half-elves...» She swallowed, and Emma couldn’t help the pang of pity and sorrow for the two young kids. She’d heard the stories, and given how serious they were, she bet Liam had opened up to them about his past.

Though stories usually were worse than the truth, twisted one way or another, Emma just knew those tales of torture and abuse were better than the naked truth.

«Why me?» she blurted. «I’m sorry, I know he’s basically family, but he’s been treating me like shit since the very beginning, never even making an effort… And now he’s asking me for help? Fuck, it’s almost as if I went back to Neal and asked him for a favour!»

Elsa’s eyes bulged; she’d clearly not realized how deeply Liam’s attitude hurt Emma. Her icy mask slipped back into place, concealing her emotions. «You are his only hope, Em.»

Her pleading tone almost broke Emma’s heart. Elsa never begged, ever. She always tried to find a solution on her own, sometimes even pissing her sisters off, and though she had barely learned to ask for help, never once had she begged.

Emma frowned. «I know I’m good at finding people, but he would be able to track him down without a problem, his kind has specific spells for that. If he can’t, there still is the globe, and even then, he would just need a drop of his own blood.»

The two lovers look at one another, a worried tension flowing between them.

Biting her lip, Ruby produced a slip of paper, handing it to Emma. «I suppose this is why.»

The moment she saw the symbol, Emma felt the paper burn her skin. Actually, it caught fire for real; the magic inside of her burned the paper to ashes, calming only when it was completely gone, the dust floating away from her.

Once her heartbeat had slowed, Emma looked up at Elsa.

they had lost so many to the Coven, some they cared about and loved, some they despised, but still, they knew they Eight very well.

Emma would never dare forget Ingrid, her and Elsa’s and Anna’s adoptive mother, how she’d sacrificed herself, dying at the hands of the Coven to protect her daughters.

Grace’s mother had been a victim as well, joining them only to protect her family and dying when they realized she was trying to destroy them from the inside.

They had almost lost Ivy and Anastasia, but the sisterly love, along with Henry’s desperation and love for Ivy, as well as a healthy dose of friendship from the people of Storybrooke helped them stay on the right path.

The Mills sisters were a different kind of mess altogether: ambitious, power-hungry and reckless, they’d jumped at the opportunity to join the Coven.

Emma didn’t mind not seeing their faces around town anymore, but the thought of anyone willingly accept to join those bitches…

And now they had a half-elf in their clutches.

She worried her lip between her teeth. The power of the Eight was beyond Emma’s comprehension, so powerful it was able to able to break blood magic.

What would they possibly want with him?

Half elves, or at least their descendants with enough elven blood in their veins capable of guaranteeing them the title, were still extremely powerful, but, more than that, their blood was sought out as much as their magic.

The blood of an elf was the rarest ingredient for longevity potions: it didn’t warrant immortality, but whoever drank it could live even a thousand years, if not more. Half-elves weren’t precisely immortal, much like witches or werewolves and many other creatures, they aged quite slowly instead.

However, it was their power that stunned Emma the most: while Elsa had ice magic and just that, and while Emma herself possessed pure white magic, elves used their link to nature to alter the elements, to use the inner power of whatever surrounded then to craft, to heal, to fight…

Their power was similar to Anna’s who could master the elements, all four of them, but elves were different: not only they could shape the elements as it pleased them, but sunlight, darkness, weather, even time and space were all at their mercy.

Nowadays, half-elves didn’t dabble in the darkest spells, preferring to keep a low profile.

It seems it didn’t work out well for Killian.

Her shoulders momentarily slumped in defeat, but she squared them up, turning fully into the detective witch that she was.

«What do we know?»

Ruby’s smile was so wide and bright it could rival the light of a full moon.

«Just to make this clear, I’m not doing it for Liam,» Emma emphasized with one finger pointed at the brunette.

«Sure not,» Elsa shot back from behind the rim of her mug, sipping the hot chocolate as if it were the sweetest tea she ever spilled.

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Emma traced the photograph Liam had given her. It was of two young boys, barely eighteen, with striking blue eyes and dimples in their smiles.

They looked free, free of demons and pains of the past.

Liam looked softer, the type of guy you’d love to have as a friend, a big brother, or even as a lover.

But Emma couldn’t stay focused on Liam for long, her attention enraptured by the other young man, with his mop of black hair falling over his forehead and his pointed ears.

Killian. So that’s your name.

To her, all those months ago, Killian had ben Rogers. A fake name, she’d known that, but probably that was another way for elves to protect themselves, even despite the dead giveaway that were his ears.

She would have given everything to know his true name that night, the only thing he’d lied to her about. He’d just called her love or Swan all night long, but at least her surname had been the truth.

«I will call you, and I will tell you my true name.»

So this is why never called, Emma sighed to herself, feeling her heart tighten in her chest.

She’d met Rogers - Killian - about two months earlier at Aesop’s Tables, the pub where one went mostly to drink and get into a brawl rather than hook up with someone, which was what The Rabbit Hole was for.

And drink she did, to the point that she began flirting with the handsome bartender.

His drinks were pure magic, and she knew a lot about magic.

He’d told her his name was Rogers, and she’d told him he could call her however he wanted. Emma had never felt so free. It hadn’t been the alcohol, it had been the way she felt when she was with him, as if nothing scared her anymore and she could take over the whole world with him by her side.

It was magic.

And then they’d kissed in the storage room, and he’d made her come so fast it had sent her usually controlled magic crazy. The whole block had suffered a very long and inconvenient blackout.

But that had not stopped them.

That night, Emma had done something she’d always been adamant on never, ever doing: she brought him home with her. To her own house.

The sex had been out of this world, and they’d not even used any magic spell, the chemistry and lust between them needing no help in getting either of them off. In fact, Emm had not even needed to get herself off. Fuck, she’d even come just from penetrative sex alone.

And then he’d left early in the morning, promising he would call - she might or might not have written her phone number on his forearm. With magic.

And now she was fuming at the disappointment her love life had always been.

Had she been so thoroughly fucked that her lie-detecting power had fucked her up?

Guilt twisted her insides: she’d thought poorly of him when he surely was now in worse shape… if he even was still alive.

Liam was sure he was, just not within this world.

«Try to imagine a portal,» he said, treating her like an actual human being for the first time ever. «We use them to travel to other parts of the world, summonings open portals to other worlds entirely. Mermaids’ magic allows them to cross underwater portals. However, that’s not the point. Inside portals, time doesn’t exist, and space is crafted accordingly to the creator’s magic. Usually, you don’t see what’s inside of one, you don’t stay inside of it long enough. Sometimes, you feel it, especially if it belongs to you.» He swallowed, horror crossing his face. «Being stuck inside a portal is life-threatening in more ways than one. It doesn’t happen often that people have been killed by a portal gone wrong, and even then, you don’t hear about it until the magic drains out its master and it spits out their remains.»

Emma had heard tragedies like that could happen, it was a warning everyone had better heed when learning about portals or simple “poofing”, as many called moving from one place to another.

However, being warned and knowing it happened, fearing the same could have happened to Killian were two very distinct things.

«So he’s stuck in a limbo?»

Liam nodded, eyes downcast.

«I wouldn’t worry about it being a portal summoned by my little brother: they want him alive, and they want his power to be fully accessible and intact.» Liam cleared his throat. «Someone, or multiple someones, created a portal specifically to hold him prisoner.»

Emma’s brows crinkled. «It can be done?»

Portals were not her strongest suit; to her, they were just a mean to an end, nothing more.

«It’s not easy, and requires great power. You’d wonder why, since creating a hole through space is quite challenging itself, but think of it like putting a barrier between places, between one second and the next.»

With a thoughtful hum, Emma nodded. «That sounds like something the Coven would pull off,» she muttered almost to herself.

«What’s the deal with these witches anyway?» Liam snapped, but Emma didn’t take it personally, this time.

Truth was, she didn’t know either. «When they approached me a few years ago, it was because their leader wanted to recruit me, to recruit eight of the most powerful witches of all time, to lead and command and keep under her thumb. She promised unlimited power and she would do anything to make you say yes. Some joined her on a whim, some were forced to do so, some others managed to resist that irresistible offer, but still, they are always eight. Eloise… Gothel, whatever her fucking name is, has an agenda but she never shares it, or she just lies to the rest of the Coven about her true goal. That’s pretty much all I know. But they left a message, they left the symbol, which means they want to be found, or at least they want you to know it was them.» She studied Liam carefully, wondering if he was ready for the final blow. «They want to gloat, because none of those who challenged them ever came out of that fight alive.»

Liam crumbled inside at that affirmation, and both Elsa and Ruby placed a comforting hand on each of his shoulders. Emma, too, felt a pang of sadness: it was clear that Liam loved his brother, probably even more than his own life, and being powerless when his family was threatened was a horrible sensation Emma knew too well.

Still, he clenched his jaw and looked at her dead in the eye. «Can you find them?»

The air crackled, electricity snapped like a ferocious wolf’s teeth. For a moment, Emma feared Liam would lose control. Slowly, scared that any rushed movement would set him off, she nodded.

«I can. I still have their invitation.»

She’d not pronounced the last syllable yet that two sets of eyes shot daggers at her.

«You what?»

«Excuse me?»

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, icy cold, and not in a metaphorical way.

Giving Elsa an apologetic smile, Emma shrugged. «I kept it in case something happened to you or Anna or someone I know. I needed to be able to find them.»

To her surprise, or maybe not completely so, Liam nodded his understanding, soon followed by Ruby and, lastly, by Elsa.

«We will need back-up,» Emma warned them. «The Coven is powerful, and if they managed to drain even a smidge of Killian’s power… we might not make it.»

Saying those words out loud hurt: there was nothing more painful than knowing she could fail in saving the life of a stranger who’d become so important to her in so little time.

«I’ll die trying,» Liam swore, determination blazing hotly in his eyes.

Emma nodded, not only in understanding but knowing too well that she, too, would die if they failed, but she would happily sacrifice her life trying.

«Then let’s make a few calls.»

-/-

Emma shivered, teeth chattering, turning her glare toward Elsa less intimidating.

«Was it really necessary?» she managed to get out without biting off her tongue.

The other blond shrugged. Emma knew this was payback for keeping the invitation a secret. At least Ruby hadn’t tried to bite something off of her. Yet.

They were all gathered in the woods north of Storybrooke, the nature all around them the perfect catalyst to aid them in their quest. They had lit up a fire for the spell, but Elsa had kept Emma wrapped up in some sort of bubble of cold.

She ushered closer to the blazing fire, and to Anna, the redhead’s hair catching the light of the flames.

As someone who’d never had magic until several years ago, Anna was extremely controlled, which was unexpected given her bubbly character. Or, perhaps, that was just a perfect balance.

«You want me to warm you up?» Anna offered, eyes never moving away from the dancing fire.

«She would just wait after everything is done to torture me even further,» Emma grumbled, numb fingers tightening against her ribcage.

«She’ll get over it. Liam will see to that,» Anna winked at Emma, who smirked in return.

The opening of another portal stopped Emma from commenting on Elsa’s sex life. When she saw who had just stepped into the clearing, her eyes widened and a full smile appeared on her face. «Lily! You came!»

The dark-haired witch grinned. She and Emma went way back; she was one of those who had been courted by the Coven. Lily had almost betrayed Emma, but thought better of it and vanished for a while. Eloise had, after all, told her she had dragon blood in her veins, and for an orphan searching for a home, that was treasurable information.

Lily had well since found her birth mother, and now they both happily lived on the coast of France. «When will I ever have the chance to bring those bitches down and see my friend in the same evening?»

Emma laughed, hugging Lily tightly before stepping away. Her gaze swept all around her, taking in every person gathered by the fire.

Six witches, a werewolf and a half-elf.

Taking a deep breath, Emma signaled for the others to form a circle. «It’s time.»

Once they all had taken their places, Emma took the parchment with the symbol of the Coven out of her signature red leather jacket. The paper was yellow now, but the ink had not faded in the slightest. The invitation almost burned her fingertips; she tossed it in the fire, and began to chant.

Wind gusted between her legs, penetrating through her jeans and messing up her hair until its coldness replaced Elsa’s.

Twice they recited the spell before Emma felt something prodding at her magic, something that wanted to keep her away.

Out of nowhere, a new, unknown force came to her help, breaking the hold this opposing magic had on Emma’s, shattering the wall it was trying to form to keep them away.

It was a force Emma had never felt or seen before, only read about. It was bright, like the sun, impossible to look at even though she was dying to.

Liam, she realized.

Emma had no idea what sort of elements was he channeling, whether it was something to force space to open up for them or some sort of inner power that could absorb the attack of a witch as powerful as Gothel.

It felt like trying to push a door open when someone was forcing it closed: once the resistance crumbled, Emma stumbled forward, almost falling over into the world of the Coven.

Haunting was the perfect adjective to describe the space surrounding them.

Smelling of death was another.

Emma felt almost like retching what she’d had for lunch three days ago. One look at her companions told her they weren’t faring any better.

All around them, what once had been beautiful plants, flowers and trees, was now a macabre sight, lifeless and rotting.

Emma wasn’t sure this was what Liam had described, but she also couldn’t feel Killian’s presence, if not a lingering, faint trace.

«Oh, love, I’m so glad you brought company.»

Gothel’s voice came from all around them, echoing in the air like thunder. «Are you trying to make me forgive you for turning down my invitation?»

«Actually,» Emma spoke, «I’m here to kick your ass, but you do you.»

A sickening laugh almost pierced her eardrums and, in a rustle of dead leaves, Gothel appeared, her dark blond hair braided in a heavy hairdo, her red robes threatening to crumble to dust with the next movement.

Next to her, Emma heard Liam suck in a sharp breath. Did he recognize Gothel from somewhere?

As if on cue, the witch’s piercing eyes focused on him, an amused, almost mocking smile playing on her lips. «Oh, you brought the useless brother, I see.»

Both Ruby and Elsa snarled at the insult, and Emma had to admit, she didn’t like anyone insulting Liam either. Anyone who wasn’t her, of course.

Imperturbable, Liam cocked his eyebrow. «That so?» he asked, his amused expression resembling so much, too much, his brother’s.

Gothel laughed a loud, annoying cackle Emma wanted to choke out of her. «Of course you wouldn’t know. You elves claim to be the most intelligent beings on earth, yet you know nothing about your own formidable power.»

Yes, let’s get the bitch rambling, Emma cocked her head, her magic gathering within her, ready to strike.

In her peripheral vision, Emma saw swirls of smoke leave witches in their wake, the Coven finally coming out to play.

Though this was their playground, she knew her little entourage could take them. Or so she hoped.

Revenge is a more powerful fuel that thirst for power.

«You fool,» Gothel repeated mockingly, «your power has been tainted, it’s not… how can I say, pure. It doesn’t respond to you anymore, its focus is entirely on your true love. Or should I say loves?» Even when talking so passionately about magic, she still was derisory.

For a being that claims to be thousands of years old, she seems not to have developed a good sense of humour.

Humming, Liam tilted his head. «So you wanted Killian because he’s not met his true love yet?» There was… something in Liam’s voice, something irrisory that escaped Emma until she looked back at Gothel.

It was just for a moment, for the fraction of a second, but it happened: the witch’s face fell, soon to be masked again, but Emma had seen that.

Does this mean…

Did that maybe mean that Killian had found his true love, after all?

Had he found her - or him - after they met? Had he-

Suddenly, grief ripped through her, making the ground beneath her feet crack a little. she had no power over the elements per se, but her light magic allowed her a few tricks. If controlled, Emma reminded herself, clenching her fists at her sides.

Did Liam know something? Did he know Emma was pining after his brother and had been horrible on purpose? No, that was ridiculous: he’d always been like that, had been for years.

She just wondered how could he be so smug in a situation like that.

Still, Emma could see through his playful act: beneath the mask, he was simmering with rage.

«I suppose it’s common for the Jones men to be tough to break, but to break someone’s mind and willpower is oh so satisfying.» Gothel grinned, probably aiming for a Cheshire cat kind of smile, but ending up just resembling some D-rated horror movie’s villain. «I’ll make sure to bring Killian your regards, love.»

That was the last straw.

Emma’s magic acted on instinct, blasting from her palms like lightning.

The fuck? Have I turned into Thor or something?

To her surprise, Gothel had unfortunately dodged the blow, which instead caused one of the trees behind her to catch fire.

As if hurt herself, GOthel snarled and soon vines snapped through the air, enveloping Emma’s forearms in a tight vice.

Though focused on getting free, Emma saw hell break loose all around her: fireballs, Regina’s signature attack, flew around them, only to be frozen and shatter to the ground thanks to Elsa. Zelena’s attacks were wicker and sneakier, but soon Ruby was tackling her in wolf form, the road to the witch’s neck paved clear by Anastasia.

More witches used their devious spells against them, never able to overcome their strength. Emma had to wonder, since the Coven was supposed to be the most powerful force out there. Had Gothel become so sloppy she couldn’t see true power anymore?

Soon, Emma’s entire focus switched back on Gothel, her magic unsuccessfully trying to burn the vines that trapped her.

Four small feet and something long and warm, trailed down her arm stopping at the elbow.

Hello, Bruni.

It took the blue fire lizard just one sweep of its flaming tail to free Emma just in time to counter Gothel’s blast of magic with one of her own, the explosion blinding her for a moment.

It was quite obvious that Gothel’s magic was related to nature, but she seemed to be draining it from all around her, unlike elves or smart witches who just took what nature gave them without demanding more. Emma had heard of witches tainting the elements, but she’d yet to meet someone who’d drained every plant in sight.

The fire lizard freed Emma’s other arm before climbing back up to her shoulder. «Bruni,» she murmured, «go have fun.

The creature tutted, scrambling off her body in a rush and leaving a trail of bright blue fire behind.

Emma turned triumphantly toward Gothel, now torn between focusing on Emma or the pest setting her lair ablaze.

With a grin, Emma cast a binding spell, but though weaker than her other attacks, Gothel managed to avoid it, casting a spell of her own, a blast of thorns that Emma miraculously dodged. Only a few sliced through her hair, cutting off a few strands. She almost gasped in horror at the sight of her golden locks on the ground, squinting at the grinning bitch.

All around them the witches of the Coven were falling, but not without a fight. One of Ruby’s paws was covered in blood but the wolf was showing no sign that she would stop, her tongue sweeping over bloody fangs, hungry.

Ivy was injured, her clothes torn and Lily had burns all over her thigh, though Emma knew better than worry about that: it wasn’t just blood that ran through the brunette’s veins, after all.

«You’ll never get him back!» Gothel taunted them, too calm or Emma to think the battle was over. She was right, even if they did kill them all, they still would have to find Killian.

This time, it was Liam who chuckled. «You forget, witch, that all I need from you is a single drop of blood. I’m surprised you let us in your… garden. Were you hoping more of us would come and fall so you could grow us all into trees to drain? Oh, aye, Gothel, I know about your reputation, how once you get tired of one of your precious followers or they begin to question you, they just seem to disappear. Not just that, I also can feel them. That’s right, I feel their dying spirits. It took me longer than I’d expected to realize what you are, but now I know. We’ve heard so much about you, nymph.»

Nymph?!

It was as if the world had stopped turning, time standing still as those who had not lost consciousness or were still alive, on both sides of this war, watched on, pausing their fight to listen to Liam’s accusation, to his truth.

Gothel bristled, green rippling beneath her skin. «Shut your bloody mouth, halfling.» Thick black vines covered in oozing thorns reached for him. With a mere wave of Liam’s hand, they fell on the floor, writhing like snakes whose head had been removed before they stilled and turned to dust.

Emma was impressed, she had to admit. And maybe a little bit jealous, but just because she’d always had a bit of trouble with fire spells and her magic had been… defective until she was a teen and Ingrid had taught her how to control it.

His words, though, were even more shocking.

Her mind was reeling: if Gothel truly was a nymph, she had to be powerful, or at least she shouldn’t have to resort to drain the nature around her to cast a simple spell, and she definitely shouldn’t need to feed off another witch’s power, or a half-elf’s wor that matter.

COuld it be that she’d lost her powers altogether? Was that even possible?

Emma wasn’t so sure about that: there must be something else, something she couldn’t quite grasp.

«I don’t think I will,» Liam went on. «You, on the other hand, will.»

A sphere of pure energy, which was also called the fifth element or quintessence, left Liam’s hands, causing Emma to actually fear him for one moment.

Gothel’s screech was so deafening Emma brought her arms to cover her face, head ducking between her shoulders as she pressed them against her ears, the light blinding her even with her eyes closed.

When her vision cleared, Emma saw Gothel still standing, unscathed, a portal swirling behind her. Her eyes widened in realization: Gothel had diverted the blow and whatever was on the other side of the portal had taken the damage.

Unless…

Emma’s brows knitted together, wondering, her thoughts interrupted by a muffled, bloodcurdling scream.

All the colour drained from Liam’s face, shock and unbearable pain slowly leaving place to pure unrestrained fury. It was like looking straight into the eye of the storm.

Before she could take the next breath, Emma was moving. She didn’t even remember telling her legs to move, her arms to reach forward or her hands to tangle in Gothel’s braids. She pulled, using all her strength until the muscles in her arms screamed, begging her to let go as Gothel struggled, her long talons painfully digging into her wrists.

Emma hissed, gritting her teeth against the powerful bursts of magic that were making her bones rattle inside her body. Yet, despite her pain, she didn’t yield, dragging her feet until she stumbled past the portal, its magic ruffling her hair like a caress.

One of Gothel’s desperate kicks hit home, and she fell with one knee on the soil just as the witch’s nails dug into her flesh, allowing magic to penetrate her veins.

«Close the portal!» Emma yelled in agony, fighting the tears of pain and hoping that someone, anyone, would follow her order.

She knew, as did everyone else, that it was a risk.

Nah, fuck that: it could be a death sentence.

But if I let her go, Killian will die.

That was unacceptable.

Gothel struggled against Emma’s hold, the portal wavering, closing down like an open mouth for a moment, too close for a moment before it went back to its original shape.

Reaching into the very core of her magic, Emma felt it surge from her palms, the white light absorbed by the mass of hair, spreading all through Gothel’s body.

The former nymph screamed, her whole body thrashing, but Emma held on, letting her magic flow until Gothel went limp in her arms, momentarily paralyzed in a stunned state.

The gods Gothel prayed and that nature she’d devastated so thoroughly didn’t have mercy on her, for they let her mind stay alert, awake, swimming in the terror that the knowledge of her condition brought.

Had she had even just an ounce of regret, she couldn’t have even spent a tear, nor couldn’t have she closed her eyes or screamed when Death showed her face and kissed her on frozen lips to steal her last breath as the portal closed around her, hugging her for a moment before shear through her body, severing it in two.

Emma sucked in a disgusted breath, the stench the inhalation brought didn’t help the nausea clawing at her throat.

She looked down at what was left of Gothel’s body just in time to see it turn into infertile dirt, so black it became a stain on the wet brown ground.

Lifting her gaze away from such a macabre spectacle, Emma took in her surroundings. Horror dawned on her: the space in between that Gothel had created was a perfect replica of her lair, of the dying forest full of trees Emma now knew had once been witches. Her heart beat painfully at the thought that maybe Priscilla could be there, too.

Tears pooled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. Grace didn’t even get to say goodbye to her own mother, and who knew how many other children and spouses and parents and friends never could.

Sweeping the wetness off her face, Emma whirled around, searching for the place where Killian was held prisoner, trying not to worry about how long it would take the others to reopen the portal again. If Liam can’t do that, we’re both going to die in here.

Her eyes settled on him before her mind could even begin to wrap around what she was seeing, and an anguished scream bubbled up her throat.

Chained to the big tree at the center of the dead garden, was the bruised, bloody, battered form of Killian.

More tears escaped their prison as she rushed to him, taking in every bruise, burnt, cut. She fell on her knees in front of him, right between his splayed legs. One knee had been broken, though it was probable that the leg had multiple fractures. His black jeans were ripped or were glued to burnt flash. Emma almost gagged at that.

His leather jacket, the same jacket she’d worn on the way home because he truly was a gentleman, was burnt and covered in blood, so ruined she could even smell the smoke left from a recent fire.

And his face, oh, his beautiful, beautiful face.

One eye was swollen shut, clearly the aim of multiple beatings; a cut ran along his right cheek, just beneath his eye, while his lip had been split open various times upon remargination. Bruises marred his once pale complexion, which now was a sickening yellow, not to mention his eyes and cheeks were hollow, clearly because of starvation.

With trembling hands, Emma brushed blood-matted hair away from his forehead. «Killian,» she whispered, «Killian, it’s Emma, I’m here.»

She only got a faint grunt in response, at which she rushed to break his chains with the aid of her magic. Thankfully, they didn’t require much to be undone, she couldn’t just lose time. She had to keep Killian alive, and without a thorough exam she couldn’t intervene on his wounds, as much as she wanted to.

«Killian...» she tried again, gentle fingers bringing his numb arms to rest at his sides before she reached up to cup his face almost reverently.

He blinked slowly, his only good eye now staring at her through a narrowed eyelid. The blue she’d looked into that night was duller, and it took a bit for him to focus on her, but once he did, a strange relief filled him before panic settled in.

«Shhh, Killian, it’s over!» Emma wondered how many times they’d tricked him into a false sense of peace before striking him again. They will fucking pay. «It’s me, Killian, it’s Emma, your swan.»

His tense body took several minutes to relax, but once he did, he croaked out: «Swan?»

More tears pooled in her eyes as she nodded. «Yes. Your brother asked me… well, it’s a long story. But you’re safe, Killian. It’s over.»

Hesitantly, Killian nodded, probably not believing her completely, and honestly, who would blame him? He stayed silent for a few minutes, Emma stroking his undamaged knee, too scared of moving from her crouched position and to caress him in any other place.

Clearing his throat, Killian drew her attention back to his face, where a crooked smile had broken his lip once again. «I’m sorry I didn’t call you. As you can see, I’ve been detained.»

Emma huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. Without her realizing it, her arms wound around his neck, gently, and she burrowed her face in the ruined leather. «You’re an idiot.»

«Apparently, they’ve established I’m your idiot, so you’ll have to bear with me for a long while,» he murmured in a hoarse voice, nosing her hair and inhaling deeply.

Emma frowned. Was he rambling some nonsense? She was about to ask him what he meant when the swirling sound of a portal opening behind her robbed her of words and answers.

She was supposed to let him go, to let the others help, but she didn’t let Killian go, not even when the others helped her drag him out of the portal into the real world.

Emma just hoped said world wouldn’t come crumbling down on her and break a heart that wasn’t hers anymore.

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sparring-hyena · 4 years

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could u write something of becca x mc where mc was in the car accident instead of becca and now she’s the one having amnesia. However, she doesn’t only forgets that she loves becca but.. SHE THINKS SHE’s STILL W/KAITLYN.. but kaitlyn is now with annisa.. and mc decides to give becca a chance but find it hard to get over her feelings for kaitlyn and becca is furious and jealous but still can’t blame mc..

(ps. this idea is from a fanfic request from another account but the writer stopped where mc wakes up from anaesthesia calling kaitlyn “my love”.. there where supposed to be a part 2 but he/she gave up on it I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️)

*sliding to u some 🥦🥕 to make it happen 😈*

first, thanks for the 🥦and 🥕, very much appreciated. second, sorry that it took me a while to get to this—creativity is a funny thing like that. anyhow, i’m combining these two prompts, so idk if this is exactly what either of you were expecting/asking for, but it’s what came out. so, yeah... enjoy :)

it’s fine. she’s fine. there had been a car crash--a hit and run. Alex, Abbie, and Tyler were all in the car. Abbie is fine--a few scratches and a little rattled. Tyler’s injuries had been more severe, but his doctor had assured them all that he’d be fine. but Alex was unconscious for a while.

“stable, but not awake,” the doctor had said.

it’s fine. she’s fine. except it’s not fine. except she’s not fine. and she has to keep telling herself that it’s fine and that she’s fine. because Alex had been unconscious. because Alex sustained a serious head injury. because Alex had woken up and not remembered.

“what are you doing here?” Alex had said when she woke up, staring straight at Becca. her gaze had been blank.

but still, Becca had placed her hand on Alex’s and tried to squeeze. her heart cracked when Alex pulled away. “you were in a car accident,” she explained. “Abbie and Tyler were too, but they’re okay.”

and then there had been more questions, and more doctors and nurses coming in and out of the hospital room. and then Alex had asked her question again.

“why are you here?”

and Becca’s heart had cracked again. she’d opened her mouth to respond but then their friends had knocked and opened the door, and Alex’s eyes lit up when she saw Kaitlyn step into the room.

so it’s not fine. she’s not fine. in fact, she’s angry. angry at whoever was driving the other car. angry that Alex doesn’t remember. angry that Kaitlyn has Alex’s love and doesn’t even want it. except she’s not angry. not really anyway. she’s hurt. hurt because Alex doesn’t remember. and hurt because they had to break up.

and now Becca wonders if they even did break up. technically they did because they had been dating and they aren’t anymore. but Alex doesn’t remember the dating part. so to her, there was no break up. she’d just adjusted to a life that didn’t really feel like her life. a life without Becca in it.

they do still see each other. nothing like they used to. gone are the Uskea dates and late-night drives. now it’s just stale silence between them whenever they’re alone. so they only see each other when they’re around their friends. like right now at Tyler and Abbie’s dinner party.

they aren’t sitting beside each other at the table. but Becca can see the way Alex is looking at Kaitlyn. like she’s in love and maybe a little bit confused. and then Alex looks over to Annisa who’s beside Kaitlyn. Annisa who leans in to whisper something in Kaitlyn’s ear. which is fine. but Alex looks annoyed. angry maybe. jealous probably.

and that’s when Becca decides she can’t do this anymore. she pushes up from her seat. offers a polite smile to everyone at the table when they look over at her.

“sorry, i uh... i have to go,” she says. she grabs her purse and slips her coat on before darting out of the apartment. the elevator ride down is too long. too stuffy. why did she take the elevator again? there were stairs she could have taken. she could already be outside and on the ground if she’d taken the stairs.

when Becca gets outside, she stops and breathes. she breathes in the crisp evening air thar smells a lot like rain. the moon’s covered with clouds. there’s a storm brewing.

“you left,” a voice—it’s Alex’s voice—says.

Becca spins around. she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling right now—some cocktail mix of confusion, hurt, anger, and love. “didn’t really feel like being up there anymore.”

“why?” and Alex even has the audacity to quirk her head to the side. like she’s confused. like she doesn’t know why Becca’s so distraught.

“why the fuck do you think?” and that definitely comes out harsher than she intends.

“you don’t need to get angry.” Alex sounds defensive, but fuck it. Becca’s come this far. she may as well ruin whatever chance she has left. a rumble of thunder sounds in the distance. both women are unaware of it though.

“you know what? fuck you for saying that. maybe i don’t need to be angry but i am. i’m angry because we were just getting good. i’m angry because someone took our life together away. i’m angry because you don’t remember anything.”

except Becca’s not angry. not even a little bit. she wishes she was. she’s just sort of numb. like there’s so much going on inside her head that her brain’s just decided to shut down because it’s all too much.

“fuck you too,” Alex snaps back. “it’s not like i asked for this. i didn’t want to get in a car crash. i didn’t want to forget!”

the thunder rumbles again. closer this time. and a few drops of rain begin to fall. but neither Alex nor Becca notice. they continue to shout and throw ugly words at each other, getting closer and closer until they’re not even a foot apart.

and when their breaths are coming out quick and hard. when they look at each other, the air between them sizzling, they pull each other in for a kiss and then the sky splits open and the rain falls.

it’s a heated kiss. all tongue and teeth, and biting and moaning. they curve into each other. Alex runs her hands along Becca’s back, scratches and pulls her closer. and Becca tangles her hands in Alex’s hair and tugs.

and then— and then— Becca pushes Alex away. she wipes her mouth and doesn’t dare look Alex in the eyes. “fuck you,” she says before running back to her car.

it’s two weeks before they see each other again. it’s Chris’ birthday and he’s invited everyone out to a club in the city. Becca doesn’t dare talk to Alex, she even tries to avoid any and all eye contact with her. if the others notice, they don’t say a thing.

so they dance and drink and dance somemore. and by midnight, the club is packed. Becca dances and tries to forget but then she turns around and Alex is there. their eyes lock together and it feels a lot like that other night two weeks ago—the night they kissed in the rain.

they dance together, the space between them almost non-existent. their mouths so close, open just a little, and their breaths come out quick and hot.

and then Alex grabs Becca’s hand and pulls her off the dance floor and into the bathroom. it’s empty—thank god—and she pulls her into one of the stalls at the very far end. then Alex spins them around, presses Becca up against the closed door, and pulls her in for another kiss.

a yelp of surprise slips through Becca’s lips, but she returns the kiss. matches Alex’s enthusiasm with fevour and zeal. then Alex’s hands drop down to the back of Becca’s thighs where she picks her up and presses her harder against the door.

a group of girls stumble into the bathroom then. and Becca’s sort of glad. she doesn’t want their second first time to be like this. Alex deserves better than a quick bathroom fuck. the girls are so drunk that they don’t notice Becca and Alex slip out of the same stall.

they don’t talk for the rest of the night.

Becca goes to a bar a few weeks later. figures she’s earned it and that she really fucking needs it. it’s a quiet place—some little hole in the wall place that very few know exist. the lights are dim, the place reeks of beer, and the ceiling is low.

she orders a rum and Coke. drinks alone for a while. then Alex stumbles in and claims a booth in the back. and suddenly she’s back in that night all those years ago—the one where she’d found Alex alone at a bar and they hooked up at the sorority.

she thinks, fuck it. should at least say hello.

“didn’t think i’d see you tonight,” Becca says as she slides into the booth across from Alex.

“ditto,” Alex says.

“alone?”

“yeah. you?”

Becca hums her assent. “any reason” she asks a moment later.

“just wanted to think.”

“about?”

Alex doesn’t answer right away. instead she looks across the table at Becca, head tilted a little to the side, and the corner of her mouth quirking up. “you know what.”

“oh.” Becca supposes that should have been obvious. “how’s that going for you?”

Alex shrugs. “everything’s just... messy, i guess. in my head i mean. like, everything is there, but i just can’t see it. like a heavy fog.”

it’s silent for a moment after that. sort of like a calm has fallen over them. it’s Alex who breaks the silence with some question that isn’t really important, but actually kinda is. it’s important because it’s progress. it means they’re easing back into a place where they’re maybe becoming friends.

and the night carries on. they both have a few more drinks, but they’re by no means drunk. tipsy, maybe. the conversation flows easy between them—a natural back and forth where they laugh and listen and get to know each other all over again.

then the bartender announces that they’re closing for the night. then Becca and Alex wait outside together for a cab. then they climb into the back of the cab together. and then, somehow, they kiss again. but it’s nothing like their two previous kisses. those kisses had been hard and heavy. loaded with hurt and frustration. this one is softer, slower, easy to get lost in. so when the cab stops at Becca’s address, inviting Alex upstairs is so easy and natural.

for the first time in months, Becca doesn’t wake up alone. Alex is beside her, face smushed into the pillow, and soft puffs of air coming from her mouth.

for the first time in months, Becca doesn’t hate the streaks of sun that peak into her room, and wake her well before six. she could never hate something that lets her see Alex this calm.

and for the first time in months, Becca thinks i love you, and her heart doesn’t break.

#my writing #🥦🥕#becca x mc #becca davenport #the freshman #the sophomore #the junior #the senior #playchoices #request #anon

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harrystylescocktailhour · 4 years

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Lights Up ✨

Oh hello, friends.

This is it. The pièce de résistance. Fine Line is done! Its definitely been a journey, though - I hadn’t expected to start this project so quickly, but when the pandemic hit, it was the kick in the pants I was looking for to bite the bullet and just do it.

Today, we’re taking on my interpretation of Lights Up. I left it for last because I felt it needed that sendoff. It’s sweet, bitter, tart, and uh...it sparkles.

Yeah. Step into THAT light, everyone.

This cocktail is made with all fresh ingredients and does need some prep, but I assure you it’s worth it. If prep isn’t your thing, I will have omissions at the end.

This weeks charity is Fight CRC (colorectal cancer) in honour of Chadwick Boseman, and my own grandfather who had the disease. Fight CRC focuses on providing balanced cancer care information while influencing policy change for the greater good. If you have the means to donate, please consider doing so - and if you cannot, as always: a signal boost would be amazing!

Thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me. It’s been fun - and I hope you stick around for HS1! I will take a mini break for a few weeks (but keep your eyes peeled, I may have special things in the works), and be back at it bright eyed and bushy tailed real soon.

And without further ado, here’s Lights Up.

TO PREP

Passionfruit Syrup

4 fresh passionfruits, halved and insides removed

1/3 cup sugar

1/2 cup water

In saucepan over medium heat, combine all ingredients and stir until sugar is dissolved.

Bring mixture to a slow boil. Let it simmer for 5 minutes then turn off heat completely.

Let mixture steep and cool for about an hour in saucepan.

Strain liquid into jar. Do not mash the pods- gently stir in the strainer to help get the most liquid. Syrup will last about 2 weeks!

FOR THE DRINK

1.5 oz dark rum (not spiced)

1/2 oz Aperol

1/2 oz Amaro

1.5 oz passionfruit syrup

3.5 oz fresh ruby red grapefruit juice

1.75 oz fresh lemon juice

Edible glitter. I used Wilton Pearl Dust and please, please make sure you’re using food grade glitter, as anything else is toxic and please don’t put that in your drinks!

Rind of grapefruit, lemon round (for garnish)

In shaker with ice, combine all ingredients and a few pinches of edible glitter. Shake until shaker is cold.

Strain into tall glass with new ice. You should see the shimmer as you pour!

Garnish with the rind and lemon round

AN: this cocktail would also be great as a punch for a larger crowd!

Omissions: You can use a regular tropical fruit juice for this drink (something that has passionfruit, grapefruit, guava etc). It will be much sweeter and a different flavour, but will have the same idea. But, I always say: the fresher, the better!

To make it non-alcoholic: Juice of 1 red grapefruit, 2 oz passionfruit syrup, 2 oz lemon juice, edible glitter, soda water.

And as always: while I am very happy to share my ideas on here: please don’t steal them as your own! Otherwise: enjoy responsibly and send me pictures if you decide to try it!! I track #hscocktailhour!

Happy sipping! 🍹

#harrystylescocktailhour #hscocktailhour #Harry Styles #harry styles inspired cocktails #hs: lights up #tw: alcohol

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inspiration2001 · 4 years

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A New Beginning: Chapter 1

Soulmate AU - Savannah is a 21 year old woman, after a family tragedy she moves to New Orleans to attend Tulane University for her 3rd year. She seems like a normal college girl, going to parties, many lovers, beautiful, kind, but what no one knows is that she is supernatural sexual fantasy. She has one large secret, while traveling to her new home she made a pit stop in Mystic Falls, and had the night of her life with the man whose aura was the brightest she had ever experienced. A month later, she walks through the streets of New Orleans experiencing the fun of her new home only to be abducted.

PROLOGUE

Savannah POV

The last 6 months have been a whirlwind of events. After fleeing from my home state and quickly enrolling in Tulsa University for my 3rd year as a Psychology major, I am ready to look forward into the future. I am ready to meet new guys and have fun again. I am tired of being sad and crying all the time waiting for time to rewind and I can go back to happy times with my family, but life is unfair.

1 month ago, I made the decision to stop wallowing in on myself, and to get back into school. 1 month ago I had the best night of my life, I met a guy. No, I met a man named Nik. I went out to the bar ready to spend my night in another nameless man's bed drowning myself in the feelings to forget my emotions. Then this man came to me and introduced himself as Nik, and when our hands touched I felt sparks.

My mama always used to tell me that when electricity shoots through you where a person touched, it means they are your soulmate, I wish I had remembered that, it would have made life much more understandable.

After the sparks, came the drinks, and the smooth talking. Next thing I know is I am having the best sex of my life, and its like part of my soul opened up. I never wanted to tell my family what I had done for them, so they never knew I was a succubus. My mama’s stories of soulmates never made sense to me as a human, but when I awakened in this new life as a succubus I used to dream of finding my soulmate or soulmates.

First the sparks, then the aches, and then the physical connection finishes the bond and once the bond is complete the two halves cannot be separated for long without there being extreme pain. Soulmates become each other's greatest weakness’ and their greatest strengths.

Walking down Bourbon Street, I enter a bar called Rousseaus. As I sit down at the bar, I notice these girls in the kitchen immediately turn to look at me. I subtly sniff the air and smell the scent of witches. Hmm thats fun, I heard of the supernatural community being quite large in New Orleans it was one of the reasons I chose this place to be my new home.

I sit down at the bar, ignoring the stares, and see this cute little blonde walking my way.

“Hi, my name is Cami. What can I get for you today?” she says in a very friendly voice.

“Hello darlin, rum and coke please” I say to Cami, who gets a small blush.

“You ok? Your eyes hold a lot of darkness in them. Sorry, psych major, I tend to let my mouth do the talking before my mind does the thinking” Cami said with a small chuckle.

“That’s alright darlin. I came to New Orleans to start over” I say with a smirk on my face, looking her right in the eyes I ask, “What school do you go to, darlin? I would love to visit you.”

Cami lightly giggles and blushes while saying, “I am a psychology graduate student at Tulsa University”

“Hmmm...well would you look at that. I happen to be a psychology undergraduate student” I lean forward and whisper into Cami’s ear, “maybe you can help me study” I wink and down the rest of my drink before getting up and walking out.

As I wander down the street, letting the emotions of everyone surround me and envelop me. God I love places where people drink, so much sexual energy for me to feed off. Out of no where I get a strong aroma of cinnamon and sex from an alley ahead of me, it is like a large beacon telling me to go near it. Walking down the alley, I whip around ready to get a look at the intruder's aura before I can. I feel a rag pressed to my mouth and within seconds I feel myself being carried out of the alley before the darkness welcomes me.

I wake up with the largest headache known to man. God, this is worse than when I was human and went on a camping trip with a few friends, and drank 2 bottles of tequila by myself.

“Oh good, you’re awake,”

“Who are you and why am I here?” I demand.

“Sophie Devaraux, you are here because you carry special cargo that the witches of New Orleans need.” she says with a malice intent in her eyes. What the fuck is she talking about?

“What the hell are you talking about?” I say with fury while staring her in the eyes..

“Before my sister died she had a special talent of knowing when a woman is pregnant,” Sophie said.

Fuck. Sophie is hunched over and her eyes are a little bloodshot. If her sister is really dead, the way she is acting is as if she was her only family, meaning she has nothing to lose now. People who have nothing to lose are the most dangerous people, and if what she is saying is true, then I am even more fucked. I can’t believe I didn’t even notice, I guess that would make sense then why I haven’t felt any pain. I was almost 100% sure that Nik was my soulmate, until I woke up in the morning and realized he wasn’t there. I was so sad, I almost cried. The sex was amazing, he was an amazing talker and it seemed like we really connected, but when I woke up without him and left him a note with my number with no response, I just assumed it was a fluke.

“What the hell are you saying right now? There is no way that I am pregnant, sorry but you have the wrong girl. Even if I was, why the hell is my baby so special?”

“No, you are definitely the right girl, there are only so many succubus’ in NOLA. My sister did not die for anything! You are also the only succubus to be impregnated by an original vampire,” she says with disdain.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!! I thought I saw something weird in his aura, but he said all the right things at the right time, and all the tingles were there.

“Wonderful, now let me the fuck out of here now. I may be carrying an original baby, but you messed with the wrong girl,” I say with sarcasm and anger. As I look into Sophie’s eyes I try to let my aura do the work. If I can connect my aura with hers, then I can make her feel like she needs to protect me and help me, but for some reason I can’t seem to feel anything. I can see her aura, but I cannot seem to make hers connect with mine, in fact I can’t even feel what she or anyone around me feels. I haven’t noticed because I was so busy trying to figure out what the hell I am doing here.

“What have you done to me?” I say trying to fake anger, but in reality I am very scared. I haven’t been this vulnerable since I was human, and there was a reason I sold my soul to be what I am today.

“While my sister was doing the spell to make sure you were pregnant with the original hybrids baby, I did a spell that bound your powers, you are now average like the rest of the human population, and a little something else” Sophie says with malice and a smirk on her face.

“What else?” I say with fury dripping into every one of my words.

“What the fuck have you done to me, bitch?! I will kill you when this is over, my face will be the last one you see before the darkness takes over!” I yell at her.

“Well before that can happen, our guest has arrived,” Sophie says with a sense of calmness, but I can see in her aura that she has a twinge of scaredness.

Who the fuck is she talking about now? I swear to God, I am so done with this all. I found I am pregnant, I am not a full succubus anymore, and now I am trapped with the witches. God knows what else means to Sophie in terms of what she has done to me! Even though I just found out that I am pregnant, I cannot help but feel connected to the baby already.

I rub my stomach while thinking this baby is the only positive thing that has happened to me tonight. I always dreamed of having a big family with my soulmate or soulmates. My dreams didn’t necessarily have this exact scenario, but oh well this baby will be taken care of that they will never have to go through what I did. As I continue to daydream about my baby and if I will ever be able to find Nik again, I am interrupted by a pair of witches.

“Get up!” one of the henchmen demands.

“Excuse you, I am not going anywhere,” I say with a hand on my stomach.

Before I can say anything, I am grabbed by my upper arm, ripping my hand off my belly while being dragged out of whatever room they had me in. They take me to another area of whatever this place is, and I am confronted with a sight of a handsome man, oh dear not again.

#the originals fanfiction #the originals #klaus mikealson x reader #niklaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson x reader #kol mikaelson #finn mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #hayley marshall #Smut #original character #niklaus mikaleson #reader #tvd fanfiction #kol mikaelson x reader #finn mikaelson x reader

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