#i have to wait till i finish building the whole damn mansion before i get magnus 😒

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hrmm lego cherik 😻

someone make a lego xmen movie STAT‼️

[fivescoffeemug]

milk coffee. (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (part 2)

Summary : you got too broke to pay for rent so you crash at Five’s.

Warnings : none

Words : 2,137

A/N : please please tell me (thru dm or ask box) if you want to be in this taglist, because I’m making more parts and this is seriously flopping :(

(Just to be clear, the story takes place on 2nd April 2019 assuming they got back to the umbrella academy and not the sparrow academy because fuck the cliffhanger)

taglist : @eyelash-curler

part 1 | part 2

“Have you got the money?”

“Sorry?”

“The rent.”

“I—I ... I don’t—I don’t have it yet.”

“Sorry but you’ve been here for three free weeks.”

“Miss, please, please just give me another week I swear my book’s just—”

“Get out.”

“Miss just—”

“I’m going broke too and I need the money! But since you’re broke too one of us has to have money right? Now go back up and pack your shit.”

“I’ll be homeless.”

“I’m giving you till five.”

Five. It hit you like a swing of a sledgehammer to the back of your head.

No, you thought. That would be so pathetic.

But what other choice did you have?

You rushed up the stairs, grabbing your phone and finding the word ‘Five’ in your contacts. You pressed on it, calling it immediately.

At the fifth ring, he finally picked up.

“What?” He hissed.

“Wow, you sound overjoyed to hear from me,” You rolled your eyes, soon realizing now was not the time for the petty insults.

“Mhmm,” He hummed, seeming busy with something else. “What do you want?”

This wasn’t the first time you called Five since you met him, probably about the third, the other two times were just because you were bored.

It had just come to you that he always seems so uninterested in your company whenever you began conversations, but he would come around soon enough. You both wouldn’t stop at the scornful insults though.

“Can I ... crash at your place?” You struggled to say, biting your lip and closing your eyes right after.

“You were already crazy enough to even want to keep in touch but this just breaks the mental asylum records by a landslide,” Five comments. “What next, you’re gonna come up and tell me you have powers or something?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his remarks. You always told yourself, ‘damn I hate it when he does that,’ but you always knew that was a lie.

“Well? This is a joke to just keep me listening, right?” Five asked. “What do you really want, Y/N?”

“Sorry to disappoint you today mister masochist, but it turns out that I do infact need a place to crash,” You repeated, hoping you wouldn’t have to explain.

But of course, that’s if you lived in world where everyone was a naive nobody.

“What’s wrong with your place?”

“I’m fucking broke, alright?” You blurted in frustration. “I’m not from here. I’ve got no one else. I had to pay the landlady from the money I could scrape out of my pants pockets and I thought my book would sell by now, but I guess I was getting ahead of myself.”

You could feel Five huffing in a slight chuckle.

“Not from here, so no family or friends to turn to for shelter ... oh helpless, helpless Y/N ... ” He narrated, clearly amused at your desperate situation.

“Well?”

“It would really be amusing to see you on the streets, wouldn’t it?”

“For you, definitely.”

There was silence for a while.

“You know what, fine. I’m not as cruel as you think I am.”

“The fact that you had to point that out means you probably are,” At this point, talking to Five always just triggered the instinct of throwing any insult you could at him.

“You wanna sleep on the streets?”

“No.”

“Then shut up and start packing.”

“Not even your address?”

“I’ll text you.”

“Okay, bye.”

And with that, he hung up, and you threw your phone on the bed and began packing.

...

When you turned up at the place, you thought you read the address wrong, you read it over at least seven times now. You looked up at the tall building. It was a mansion.

It made you wonder if Five really was just some regularly school boy.

You got to the front door, knocking at the wood. You found yourself admiring the patterns on it for a short while before the door finally opened.

“Can I help you?” A taller black woman with frizzy hair asked as you found youself puzzled.

“I—well, I’m ... ” You couldn’t find the words to say. You couldn’t say you were here to see Five because if anything you just needed a place to stay. “I just ... I wanted to see Five.”

“Five!” The woman calls. “Some girl is here for you!”

You heard the faint sound of some footsteps walking rather hastily down the stairs, finally seeing Five in the distance coming closer now.

“I was expecting someone, come in,” he said monotonously, barely making any eye contact with you.

You tugged your small luggage inside the building after you and got a good look at the foyer. There was a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the entire place just seemed so grand, giving off the 1990’s vibe but if they were dirty rich.

“F-Five how old are you?”

“Well ... ” his head slowly leaned to the side as he squinted in thought. “It’s complicated.”

“How is that complicated?”

“Okay if I said I was like twenty two would that satisfy you?”

“Well if that’s a lie then obviously not,” You follow him as he began walking up the stairs, dragging along your burden of a luggage.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be unsatisfied for a while,” He turns to a corridor and you finally meet his plain room.

The walls reminded you of his eyes, the ones you fell for the time you met him. You had to admit, those were a true beauty.

Too bad its owner’s a real pain in the ass, you thought, smirking to yourself.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Do you guys just not have a spare room in this big-ass mansion?”

Five’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the ground. “Well, not one I’d want you to use.”

“Why not?”

“My dad’s. He’s dead.”

“Oh ... I—”

“Nope, don’t apologize,” Five shook his head. “Just put down your stuff. Crashing here is the best option you’ve got anyway, I’ll get an air mattress.”

You watch as Five exits the room, another stranger standing by the door, looking surprised and confused at the same time.

“Why?”

“Nothing I just ... I’ve never seen him so ... kind,” he finishes, soon entering the room. “Sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. Klaus.”

“Y/N,” You shake the hand he held up, soon letting go as Five reappears again, seemingly glaring at Klaus before he left.

“Who are the other people in your house?” You ask before Five could start inflating the mattress.

“Does it matter?” He asks back, seeming to have no intention of letting you know about what was going on.

“Well, you’ll have to make some sense out of this,” You huffed, still slightly confused as to how peculiar Five has been. “If you’re not going to tell me then at least give me your age.”

Five grabs an air-pump and starts inflating the mattress, clearly ignoring your plea. You offer your help, and he let you but after discovering how incredibly slow you were going, he took back the pump and resumed doing it himself.

“Do you like reading books? I wrote one.”

“I really wished I had said ‘I don’t remember asking’, but unfortunately for me, I wanna know how the hell you ended up alone penniless where you don’t belong,” Five finished pumping air into the mattress, which you immediately say on after he left to put the pump back.

“Well?” His eyebrow raised, then returned.

“I was an orphan my whole life, it was abusive and I’ve had enough,” You huffed, frowning up at him. “That’s all I feel like saying.”

“An orphan ... when’s your birthday?”

“Tell me your age and I’ll tell you my birthday.”

Five looked to the side, biting his lip. He nodded, looking at the ground.

“How old do I look to you?” He cocked his head up as your eyes met yet again.

“Like ... eighteen?”

“There you have it.”

“I got it right?”

“Yes now it’s getting late and we’re going out to get dinner soon. You coming?”

“I don’t have any money left.”

“Five, let’s go,” A man appears at Five’s door, soon noticing your presence. “Who’s the girl?”

“Homeless person I decided to help,” Five replied coldly. “Poor Y/N doesn’t have the money for dinner too.”

“I’m not—”

“Y/N?” One of his eyebrows were raised, now facing you. “Don’t take the bitch too seriously he’s always like this.”

“I suggest you do the same for him, sadly Diego doesn’t have any spare braincells left, he shares one with our gorilla brother,” Five reviled, Diego turning back to glare at Five.

“I think I’ll skip dinner; I don’t want to bother the four of you about it.”

“The fou—Five! Does she not know about ...?”

“Do you really think I’d willingly embarrass myself by introducing the rest of our braindead siblings to her?” Five rolled his eyes.

“Up your ass, Five,” Diego digressed, soon smiling at you as he turned to face you again. “There’s actually seven—no six of us here. One of us died.”

“Your dad, right?”

“I—well n-no, he’s not really part of the picture ... ”

“My dad had seven of us. One of us died. That’s the end of it,” Five concluded, or at least tried to.

“My name’s Diego, that’s Five, and the tall black woman’s Allison, the short one’s Vanya, the bigger looking guy is Luther and the high one is Klaus.”

“Didn’t Klaus quit drugs?”

“Well, I don’t know. Drugs or no drugs he always kinda seemed high to me,” Diego shrugged.

...

After Five treated you to dinner, you washed up and Vanya let you use her pajamas for the night. Five got you an extra blanket and pillow too.

In the middle of the night, you had a nightmare. Your neck and face was sweaty and you were panting heavily. Five woke up to his room shaking, a few small things falling off the side of his table. He glanced down at you, trying to shake you awake.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“No ... please ... I can e-explain ... ”

“Y/N you’re dreaming! Wake up!” Five fell off his bed as the shaking got worse, and ended up on top of you.

“Ow!” You jolted awake and the room’s rumbling had finally stopped.

He scrambled to the edge of the mattress, clutching the sides of your shoulders as concern had smeared his face.

“Y/N are you okay?”

Your face was already stained with tears when you woke up, but you couldn’t help damping your face again as you bury it in your hands, sobbing.

“Y/N ... talk to me.”

“No!” You cried, lowering your head to the mattress. It was a horrible nightmare. “I ... I don’t want to.”

“Y/N ... Y/N ... listen to me. Please, look at me.”

When you heard this, you stopped, as he asked. But it was only because you couldn’t believe what he was saying, or at least, the tone he was saying it in.

His eyebrows arched upwards as your eyes met once more. Those calm, sea blue eyes told wonders to you without saying anything at all. It made you calmer.

“You were dreaming. It was just a nightmare, it’s okay. You’re okay. Do you hear me?”

You felt his hand on yours. It wasn’t so obvious, though, because it was just the tip of his fingers touching yours.

But somehow, you still felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

“I’m ... I’m so sorry, Five,” you started tearing up again.

“Here.”

He held out his arms slightly, and you gladly wrapped your arms around his neck, your back now warm from his touch too. You buried your face in between his neck and your arm, while he places his chin on your shoulder.

You felt him inhale and exhale, and somehow the feeling of his chest, his shoulders rising, it made you feel okay. It made you feel at home.

“Are you okay now ‘cause I’d really like to go back to sleep,” five broke the silence after several seconds of feeling each others’ warmth.

You nod, pulling away from the hug. “It’s okay if you say no, but I ... I really don’t want to sleep alone. I mean, on this mattress. It’s so big, it feels so lonely.”

Five blinked for a few seconds before nodding, standing up to grab his pillow and blanket.

“I’ll face the other way,” He said, pullling his blanket over him as he laid beside you. “But I’m here. Just remember that.”

You nod, resting your head on your own pillow, feeling yourself ease back into the drowsy feeling of sleep.

“Actually, Y/N ... how did you make the room vibrate?”

[missn11]

Chapter two and three of The Devil’s Advocate, since chapter two is quite short, but these chapters are giving us some build up by introducing a mysterious woman luring people in a poorer neighborhood to the local abandoned church with her song.  And we catch up with Liza and Owain and see how things are done in the Atlanta Camarilla court.  

The song called. Antwuan made his excuses to his friends and left. They weren’t going anywhere. Nobody Antwuan knew was going anywhere. Nobody but Antwuan. His friends had always ragged on him. Except for Little Johnnie, Antwuan was the only one who’d stayed out of trouble, “kept his nose clean,” like his mama put it. Soon he would be old enough to work for his uncle Maurice driving a cab. He was going to save some money, buy his own place. The ladies would like that. He wasn’t going to spend his whole life in Reynoldstown. 

I seen too many folks get shot down, or go crazy on drugs. None of Antwuan’s friends really thought they’d live much The Devil's Advocate 63 past thirty, anyhow. None except Little Johnnie, and he was just too scared to get himself killed. Antwuan liked hanging out with his friends, but he didn’t need them every night. And it wasn’t every night that the song called. The first time Antwuan had gone had been for other reasons. Taquanna had hinted that he should come, so he’d figured, play his cards right, he might get down her pants. Seemed worth a shot. Since then, though, there was no question. The song called, he was there.

The old church had always been a part of the scenery for Antwuan. It was there, he just didn’t mess with it. Nobody messed with it. The place had that feel to it, and people stayed away. Not even the up and coming gangstas congregated there. Hell, Antwuan reasoned, plenty other boarded up buildings to trash. 

Lol, I think we have a title drop here with that street name!

Again as he approached, Antwuan heard the notes that floated through the night and sum- 64 Gherbod Fleming moned him. He had never heard the song before that first time, but now he heard it every time, no matter where he was. This past summer he’d been down at a Braves’ game, and even over the miles, the traffic, and the crowds he’d heard it and hopped on MARTA and gotten back as quickly as he could. There was no one else around as he walked up the cracked sidewalk into the shadows surrounding the church. But there would be others, he knew. The song would reach out to those who were aware, and many would come. Antwuan was glad he lived so close and could almost always make it. He reached for the door, the lofty, lilting notes pulling him more forcefully now. It was a prelude, as his mama called it when she made him go to their church, only this music was far more alluring than any church prelude, and the service was nothing he would expect from Preacher Rutherford. Antwuan chuckled at the thought, but immediately fell silent as he entered.

She stood at the front of the sanctuary before the toppled, graffiti-carven pulpit—the pale angel. Her skin was white as ivory, made more noticeably so by the dark black hair and straight bangs that framed her thin face, now lifted toward the heavens, eyes closed, lips slightly parted to allow forth the most enticing sound heard to man.

Place your bets on what Clan this woman is! I’m thinking at the moment a Toreador with a high level Presence.

Her voice brought them to her, held them there, not that they would want to tear themselves away. Antwuan closed his eyes, let the music ease his mind, carrying away thoughts of trouble, of his mama pestering him to get a job now instead of waiting till he was old enough to work for his uncle, of the long empty days since he’d dropped out of school, of wondering if the gunshots he heard at night would kill a member of his family or one of his friends. The daily concerns were washed away, replaced by soothing music, the closest thing to true contentment that he’d ever experienced. But even this contentment was not complete. At its heart was a tiny ache, the seed of desire, a rising need. The music did not erase this need, did not carry it away, but rather caressed it, cared for it. Now the music changed, shifted indescribably. Antwuan knew that if he opened his eyes he would see the others around him, ten or fifteen of them. He felt the familiar presence of Taquanna beside him, her shoulder inches from his. The angel still 66 Gherbod Fleming sang above them; her music reminded Antwuan of a song his grandmother used to sing to him as a little boy, but he couldn’t quite fully summon the tune to memory. Besides, that would only distract him from the pleasure at hand.

and then they dance and Antwuan has sex with Taquanna, which isn’t told in great detail, more tastefully really. Then later Antwuan feels super happy on the way home and he collapsed on his bed, sleeping until very late into the day.

Chapter three starts with Liza making her way to the art museum for the Camarilla gathering

Liza took a detour through Piedmont Park. She loved the freedom of walking the city at night by herself, something she couldn’t do as a mortal. Not only did she revel in her newfound powers, she always looked for a chance to show them off, to convince herself they were real more than to impress anyone else. Liza don’t need nobody else, she told herself quite often. She hoped somebody would give her trouble, wished that some thinks-he’stough asshole would try to mug her, or better yet, to rape her. She’d leave him with his dick stuffed down his throat. I bet ol’ Dietrich give Francesca a big hard one, Liza mused.

Probably got spikes just like on his head. The Devil's Advocate 69 Strangely enough, it was Francesca that intrigued Liza more. The way she rrrolls her rrrrs. The very thought gave Liza shivers. Maybe the two women would meet again, without Dietrich. The freak. Who knew when another Sabbat mission might bring them together again? The team had worked well enough: Liza, the Atlanta native, guiding; Dietrich helping herd their prey; Francesca giving the orders and immobilizing old what’s-his-name at the end. To Liza’s disappointment, it was a slow night in Piedmont Park. After about forty-five minutes completely unmolested—not even a nibble—she headed toward the High Museum of Art and Prince Benison’s exhibit.  

The Camarilla, the vampire sect that controlled Atlanta, claimed every vampire as a member. So Liza, as an Atlanta Kindred, was automatically invited, even if Benison didn’t really want her there. Technically, she was an anarch, a rebel who didn’t acknowledge the strictures of the Camarilla, at least not all of them. But since the Camarilla claimed her, there was plenty of gray area to use as she saw fit. Liza liked gray area. Gray area meant freedom. Although if Benison, or any of the 70 Gherbod Fleming other Atlanta Kindred for that matter, found out about her Sabbat connections, that would be the end of freedom, not to mention her life. She’d be staked, or beheaded, or left out for the sun, or all three.

And we get our first look of who’s who of the Atlanta Camarilla court at the gathering. 

Occasionally, Benison had midnight prayer breakfasts at Rhodes Hall, his mansion just a bit down Peachtree Street. Liza avoided those like the plague. No way was she going to go listen to the crazy Malkavian prince spout scripture, pretending that God still cared about the Damned. Liza the The Devil's Advocate 71 anarch had that freedom. She could skip out on any gathering she felt like. Not so for these other Kindred. Stupid bastards. Prince Benison frowned on subjects missing his courtly functions. That was another reason to attend this relatively painless exhibit: to rub it in the others’ faces that she didn’t have to be there. 

And they were all there all right, Liza noticed: Eleanor, the prince’s snobby bitch wife wearing her poofy Gone With the Wind dress; Benjamin and Thelonious, resident legal eagle and Mr. Civil Rights, brothers who bought into the white folks’ world; Owain Evans, the youthful and good-looking but boring-ass businessman; Hannah, the local Tremere grand wizard or whatever; Marlene, artist wannabe, porn queen more likely. There were others too, but Liza was distracted by the sight of Alex Horndiller, Benison’s righthand ghoul, leading two young men, mortals, toward the center of the gallery. She strutted over to them, her black tights drawing quite a few stares amidst the formal evening wear crowd.

Liza causes a stir when she feeds on two of the ghouls before the Prince has a chance for the first sip.

She slapped the ghoul on the shoulder, hard enough that he almost stumbled. “Corndicker, what you got for me?” Without another word, Liza took the forearm of the first young man, tall, blond, maybe in his early twenties, and sank her teeth in. He flinched only slightly; the collective gasp that arose was from the onlookers. Liza tried not to 72 Gherbod Fleming laugh—she hated when blood ran out her nose— but it was so like the courtly Kindred to be shocked…like she knew they would be. The two men were the refreshments for the evening, common vessels, but of course the prince should have enjoyed the ceremonious first sip. Liza wasn’t hungry, not after feeding on that vampire sap with Francesca and the Elephant Man, but this was almost as much fun as ripping apart muggers in the park would have been. She let go of the first man and grinned at the irate Horndiller, red splotches forming on his face. “Not bad,” she said as she winked and pinched the blond vessel’s ass. “And I like the Dixie cup.” Before Horndiller could form his indignant sputterings into words, Liza sank her teeth into the second man, stockier and more darkly complected than his counterpart.

She had drunk only a little when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Corndicker’s got more balls than I…but before she could finish the thought, she was spun roughly around, and to her shock, it was not Horndiller who held her. Instead, it was J. Benison Hodge, prince of Atlanta. Liza stumbled backward in surprise, but the prince’s iron grip held her upright, his fingers pressing down to the bone of her shoulder. He towered above her, his massive dark red beard inches from her face, his green eyes ablaze with more anger than Liza had ever seen in them. 

She tried to speak but The Devil's Advocate 73 could only wince at the pain as he squeezed her shoulder more tightly. The prince spoke in a low, throaty growl. “I offer hospitality, and you mock it.” The words were meant for her, but Hodge’s forceful baritone easily carried across the chamber to the onlooking Kindred, about whom Liza had very nearly forgotten. The prince released her shoulder and quickly drew back his hand to strike her backhanded across the face…but he stopped, spotless white glove raised, arm trembling with rage. His stiffened jaw forced his beard forward. “I will not tolerate this.”

Liza could do nothing but cringe at this awesome display of barely controlled ferocity. One swipe of his gloved fist would likely crush every bone in her face. She suddenly felt very young and weak and small confronted with this force of nature that was the prince. Benison took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Just as slowly, he lowered his arm. Not for one moment did his severe gaze release Liza from scrutiny. “For one year and one night, I do not want to see you, I do not want to so much as hear report of your name.” A savage, psychotic glint flashed across the prince’s fiery green eyes, as if he wanted to end it now, as if he wanted nothing more than to strike her down this instant for her affront to his honor, but the brief wavering passed, and though his wrath was undiminished, restraint held the day. “If I do, 74 Gherbod Fleming you will find final death.” The prince turned his back to her. “Begone.” It took Liza a second to realize that she had not been struck down, that he had not snapped her neck as surely he could have. She swallowed her wounded pride and slunk away

Then we switch over to Owain’s POV, who’s still thinking about the chess game he lost.

Owain probably had never been to a courtly function in a fouler mood. Three hundred years of strategy and planning abruptly catapulted to hell, he kept telling himself. It was not a misfortune he could lightly set aside and forget. How? How could it happen? Overconfidence? Carelessness? The art exhibit was hardly a sufficient distraction. At least it’s not one of those damnable prayer breakfasts. Prince Benison, through his contacts on the board of the High Museum, had commandeered this gallery to show the artwork of one of the Atlanta Kindred, Marlene. Marlene fancied herself something of a sculptor, and though she was Toreador, Owain did not feel that the term “art” accurately described her accomplishments. Apparently ceramics or clay were too subtle media; Marlene had taken to welding together various shapes and sizes of scrap metal and then attaching somewhat grandiose titles to the resulting monstrosities. What her work lacked in vision it certainly made up in magnitude. No mantlepiece The Devil's Advocate 75 collectibles in this portfolio.

Not a big lover of modern art is he? XD

As usual at these functions, Owain attempted to stay out of the way. There was much more to be learned from watching and listening than from taking a lead in most endeavors, a fact that Owain had learned well over his centuries of vampiric existence. And one that anarch rabble would do well to learn, Owain thought as Liza was shown the door. Her little outburst had been entertaining. Owain had to admit that, although he had been quite guarded in not displaying his amusement at the spectacle. She won’t live long confronting a prince that way. Owain was surprised by her brazen recklessness, her stupidity. There are more efficient ways to undermine a princes’ position, subtler ways, safer ways. Owain could only wonder if the prince’s treatment of her might have been more irreversibly detrimental had she had time to actually insult the “artwork.”

At the time of Liza’s little scene, Owain had been standing to a side of the room, near the Tremere chantry leader, reclusive Hannah. He was close enough that most passersby, assuming that he and Hannah were merely pausing in conversation, continued on without disturbing him, but not so close that he actually had to speak to the Tremere. Owain suspected that Hannah appreciated the arrangement as well, she not being one of the more socially ambitious Kindred in the city. For the most 76 Gherbod Fleming part, the only people who expressed more than the most passing of interests in speaking to Hannah were her Tremere lessers from the chantry. Several attempted to toady but quickly retreated having received nothing but coldly polite and formal responses

Owain also noticed that Chantry Mistress Hannah’s reaction to the anarch-prince confrontation was as muted as his own, only a slight wrinkling of her nose indicating her distaste. Owain himself was not a stickler for manners. Over the years he had come to see their value as a stabilizing factor in both mortal and Kindred affairs. He was not offended by the “affront to the prince’s honor.” Rather he was dismayed by the anarch’s idiocy. Owain shook his head thinking of her misguided actions. She wanted to embarrass him, to damage his reputation. 

But Hodge came out looking stronger than ever, and now she’s banished for a year and a night. Owain laughed to himself. A nice touch that—a year and a night. Hodge does have a flair for the dramatic. The duration of the punishment was a clear echo of the length of Arthurian quests—a year and a day. Owain was particularly enamored with the legends, as many of the earliest were of Welsh origin. It was clear to Owain that the prince saw himself as some type of crusading knight, protector of moral fortitude. It fit all too perfectly with the prince’s other derangements. 

No, Owain was not offended by Liza’s little show, unlike many of the other gathered Kindred who bought so completely into the aura of southern gentility that Hodge, his wife Eleanor, and his sire Aunt Bedelia so convincingly affected. To Owain etiquette was a means, not an end unto itself. It was sometimes the only keeper of civility between enemies, and more importantly it was a veil behind which to work deceit. That line of thought reminded Owain that there was business to be conducted this evening. Mostly he was biding his time, making sure to stay long enough not to insult the prince, but not so long as to seem to be attempting to ingratiate himself. Almost no vampire, Owain felt, was worth the time of a social engagement, and very few mortals or ghouls. But if he had to be here, he might as well get something accomplished.

Then Owain tends to some business but first he has a brief encounter with the Prince’s sire, Aunt Bedelia.

He scanned the room until he saw Benjamin, a fellow Ventrue but hardly a friend. As he moved to leave his safe haven near Hannah, however, Owain nearly stumbled over Aunt Bedelia in her antique wheelchair being ushered around the gallery by her childe the prince. “Goodness, J. Benison. Someone has stepped on me,” Aunt Bedelia chittered shrilly. “Who is that?” She squinted up through her half-moon spectacles in Owain’s general direction. Her heavy wool dress swallowed her frail form. “My apologies, Mother,” muttered the prince, 78 Gherbod Fleming gracious and mild-mannered now that civility was restored to the gathering. “This is Owain Evans.” Owain smiled dutifully. “Never heard of him.” “Of course you have, Mother,” Benison patiently reminded her. “He came from Europe during the Great War. He’s from Wales originally. He…” “Never heard of him,” Bedelia snapped, testily this time. 

The prince lowered his head and sighed. “Of course you haven’t, mother. Mother, I present to you Owain Evans, Ventrue of King Road, Atlanta. Mr. Evans, my sire Aunt Bedelia.” Bedelia held her left hand before her. Owain, standing to her right, glanced at the prince who was watching him expectantly, so he stepped around her, delicately took her hand, and kissed it. “The pleasure is all mine, Aunt Bedelia.” “Charmed, I’m sure.” Bedelia smiled sweetly, quite content now that she had been paid the proper respect; so content, in fact, that she had apparently fallen instantly asleep, her eyes closed now instead of squinted. She began to snore quietly. 

Benison was smiling broadly. “Always good to see you, Owain. Mother and I couldn’t be happier that you made it this evening. Enjoying the artwork?” Before Owain could answer, the prince glanced off to his left. “No, I don’t think we need to send any- The Devil's Advocate 79 one to follow her,” he said, answering a question that no one had asked. Then, without missing a beat, he was smiling at Owain again. Owain hesitated. This peculiar behavior was nothing new for Benison.

The prince waited a moment. “The artwork?” he asked again. “Oh yes,” Owain assured him. “I’ve seen nothing like it elsewhere.” Benison cuffed Owain on the shoulder and laughed heartily. “Good, good. Of course you haven’t. Our little Marlene is quite the artist.” “She is something,” Owain agreed. He wondered what else Marlene was to the prince that she should merit such patronage. Owain had it on good authority that the prince’s wife was no paragon of fidelity. Perhaps the indiscretion was reciprocated. Though few vampires retained any type of sexual desire, there were always other…displays of affection that a spouse might guard jealously. “Well, Mother and I must attend the other guests,” said the prince. “Always good to see you, Owain. Enjoy the exhibit.” 

At this, Bedelia perked up. Her gentle snoring ceased abruptly as she blinked herself awake. She squinted up at Owain as if she had just asked him a question and was expecting an answer. Owain, nodding respectfully at the prince, saw that Bedelia was still watching him expectantly. “A 80 Gherbod Fleming pleasure to see you, madame,” he offered. She continued staring at him, as if oblivious to his statement. “Have we met, young man?” Benison broke in quickly, “Well, Mother, here’s your favorite bridge partner, Hannah,” as he wheeled her away. “J. Benison, why didn’t you introduce us?” Bedelia was asking, but the prince continued on their way, greeting Hannah with great enthusiasm and seeming not to hear the protestations of his sire.

Owain gratefully slipped away. He always had gotten on fairly well with the prince. Both were warriors and, even though their wars were of different eras, there was a certain camaraderie in that. Aunt Bedelia was a different matter. Owain was sure her “forgetfulness” was merely an intended slight, a game meant to lessen him somehow. He shrugged off the encounter. Let the old hag pretend she doesn’t know me. I’d rather continue advising the prince than have her approval. Now where has Benjamin gotten to? Must have slipped into a side gallery.

He also skirted the main work of the exhibit, a behemoth of a piece consisting of three major chunks of curved and twisted metal The Devil's Advocate 81 with numerous smaller additions, suspended in its entirity from the ceiling by chains. It was a work Marlene had crafted several years ago titled “Benison’s Ride,” in honor of the prince’s purging of the Atlanta area of those anarchs and caitiffs who had not paid him the respect of announcing their presence to the court. Benison was quite fond of the piece and arranged for public viewings periodically for the edification of the Kindred in his domain. A vociferous Brujah had surmised that the sculpture was actually a representation of a whale spewing forth a Volkswagon. The prince felt otherwise. That particular Brujah no longer resided in Atlanta. Other colorful yet more discreet speculations had included but not been limited to: a severely disfigured head wearing a propeller hat, three falcons fornicating, and a ballet dancer engaged in projectile vomiting. At the original unveiling, Owain had limited his response to polite applause. 

Finally Owain finds Benjamin with the Prince’s wife Eleanor.

Benjamin, an African-American dandy with his impeccable Brooks Brothers suit, tidy short-cropped hair, and wirerimmed glasses, was relatively young in his undeath but there was power in his blood. Next to the prince’s wife Eleanor, he was ostensibly the most influential Ventrue in Atlanta. Owain tended to keep his distance from clan politics; he’d been there too many times before. The fewer everyday entanglements the better, he felt. Both Benjamin and Eleanor, however, held this detachment against Owain and regarded him with suspicion. If they only knew how much older and more powerful he was than they, they would fear him as well.

“Benjamin, we must speak,” Owain said as he approached. A young female, whose name escaped Owain at the moment, edged away from Benjamin with only a glare at Owain, a grudging display of deference to the elder. Benjamin frowned, the expression causing his glasses to slide down his nose. “Yes, Owain, how The Devil's Advocate 83 may I be of service?” he asked in a cool formal tone. Benjamin’s slight but noticable English accent always amused Owain. True, the young lawyer had studied for several years at Oxford, but after more than fifteen years back in the States such an acquired accent would normally have faded. Unless, of course, the bearer consciously chose to maintain it as an affectation, a vanity. Owain, after living in Wales, London, France, Spain, and now Atlanta, had studied language and made a concerted effort to acquire an almost accentless English that raised no eyebrows. Speech patterns could give all too much away about a person. Even his current name, “Owain Evans,” was a concession to the need to remain unobtrusive and seemed choppy and harsh in comparison to his original “Owain ap Ieuan.” “Owain?” Benjamin’s voice snapped Owain out of his woolgathering, a bad habit and one he’d been succumbing to increasingly of late. “How may I help you?”

Owain edged closer to his fellow Ventrue and spoke in a low voice that would not be overheard by the other Kindred milling about. “I need a favor, a simple thing really.” Benjamin regarded Owain skeptically but said nothing. “There is a certain case,” Owain continued, “that will be heard this week by Justice Chamberlain of the Superior Court. You know Justice Chamberlain?” Benjamin shrugged noncommittally as he pushed 84 Gherbod Fleming his glasses back up. “He’s an acquaintance.” “Ah. How fortunate. You see, this particular case involves a zoning dispute. Mercator Manufacturing has bought property near downtown with the intention of constructing a regional distribution center. Unfortunately, certain rather reactionary individuals, most notably the Citizens Empowerment Union, have taken it into their heads that such a project would not be a desirable addition to the area. Never mind the jobs it would bring. Never mind the investment in surrounding neighborhoods….” “Never mind,” Benjamin interrupted, unable to hold his tongue any longer, “that the jobs would be non-union minimum wage, or that the people would be working for an international corporation with a history of closing shop when standards of living rise to a point where workers demand raises, then relocating to centers of cheap foreign labor.”

Despite Benjamin’s refusal, since the whole thing is just basically wage slavery, Owain blackmails him into agreeing since he knows about his relationship with the Prince’s wife Eleanor. 

He loves Eleanor too deeply to harm her, but you…? I don’t think he would exercise such restraint in dealing with you.” 86 Gherbod Fleming A polite smile masked the venom of Owain’s words to any who might be watching. Owain stepped back. Benjamin could not hide his dismay, his shock, his fear. His every muscle was taut; his glasses slid down his nose again. “Now that I think of it,” Owain went on, “not only will Chamberlain uphold the rezoning, but the Georgia Supreme Court will refuse to hear the appeal.” He winked at the still speechless Benjamin. “I’ll be in touch.” Owain turned and left the side gallery laughing to himself at the expression on young Benjamin’s face. That should teach him some respect for his elders.

Yikes, Owain! But we knew that anyway,from when he killed his niece in las and her children. After being a really huge dick, Owain walks back to the main gallery and sees a wild scene unfolding.

Just as Owain entered the main gallery, a cacophony of gasps, exclamations, and laughter errupted. Owain saw why instantly. Atop “Benison’s Ride” perched Albert, the wiry, bearded Malkavian known to all Kindred in Atlanta. Completely naked. “On, Dasher! On, Dancer!” He rocked back and forth, in his own way reenacting the prince’s heroic ride as the massive metal sculpture wobbled precariously beneath him. Marlene, the self-proclaimed artist, had fainted dead away. The prince, doting over Aunt Bedelia at the other end of the gallery, his back turned, was quite oblivious to the evening’s second spectacle behind him. That was as much as Owain cared to see. He nonchalantly eased around the room—the oppo- The Devil's Advocate 87 site end from the prince—toward the elevator. Several Kindred were ordering Albert to dismount, but they were unwilling to risk breaking the sculpture by pulling him from his seat. As the elevator doors closed behind Owain, he could hear Albert singing, “Rollin’ rollin’ rollin, keep them dogs a-rollin’!” at the top of his lungs, the sculpted representation of the prince towering upward between his hairy legs like a giant scrap metal phallus. And then dead silence. Owain could picture the prince turning around. “Albert!” 

[queensdivas]

A Damned Soul Chapter 2 (A Gwil Fan Fic)

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He viewed the world as the first cinematograph when he would be walking around this mortal world. The people in constant motion, the quality of viewing, and even trying to add the old piano music along for the ride. It was the only thing that was keeping him sane before walking into a church to drown himself in holy water. 

Fixing his black gloves as the coat man took his cloak off the from the hanger. He placed his dark purple hat on top of his head then prepared himself for the walk out to start his day. Breakfast was on his mind Walking out to the cool evening as the world changed into the fast moving of what he saw. 

Till his eyes drifted to her..is when the reality of how the world looks would come back to his sight. Hundreds of times he’s witnessed this moment...words still manage to fall short in this instance. It was how she carried herself around the world when he would see her. Always walking with a destination to go..strong footsteps..not light like some kind of fae.

To him..she was an absolute Goddess…

She walked down the street with a basket full of pastries to take home with her which I’m assuming was her little herb shop down the street from my home. Till a bum came running behind her, pushing her down and snatching her basket. 

“Thank you for the free pastries! You bitch!” He screamed as I held my cane up to hit him on his leg, collapsing before me and basically rolling all over the sidewalk in pain. Grabbing the basket from the ground as she dusted off her dress then smiling as I handed her basket back to her. 

“Ummm..thank you Sir Lee.” Her eyes always looked down when we would first come into contact. But never doing the lifting of the chin so we could meet. It was seeing her standing before me in embarrassment or even humility. 

The sunset was causing a little sunburned was beginning form which was time for me to get into the next building. Tipping my hat to her as I moved swiftly past her but her eyes lingering as they always do after we first meet.. 

“Wait..Sir Lee..if it’s not too much of a burden..may I ask… Oh never mind you look like in a hurry.” 

“No please..your want is my command.” She gulped as she hid her face again from me..I don’t mean to frighten her. Just these precious moments seem to fly by so damn quickly. 

“I know it’s not far..but will you please walk me home..if it’s out of your way then never mind. Oh never mind you’re too busy!” She scurried off before I could even give her my answer..which will always be yes.... 

When it comes to the sunlight and vampires. It is your enemy yes..but you won’t burst into a pile ashes with being in it. Eventually they become a little resistant to it so going outside to the world with the sun won't kill them. It’ll hurt a little bit at first so basically it’s like they’re getting a very bad sunburn. Luckily for Gwil. He’d been alive since the 7th century so the sun hadn’t been a major issue to keep himself alive. Still hurts after a little bit. 

In his bright red 63’ Corvette Stingray which stuck out like a sore thumb, traveling up along the coast in the strong winds of the night traveling along with him. He was determined that this would be the last time..or would just stay outside on the sunniest day of the year.

Parking at the cottage as the sun was already setting creating a gorgeous orange backdrop of what he would be viewing for when he wakes up from his slumber. The realtor came out of the cottage with her perky smile on her face and a large yellow folder for all the paperwork he has to sign. 

“Mr. Lee! It’s truly a pleasure doing business with you!” She shook my hand with her eyes trailing up and down my body. I can’t tell you how many damn times these women just keep staring at me like I’m some sort of eye candy to them. Quite revolting.

“Now you’re more than welcome to walk around to see how the movers got everything put together and ready to go.” This isn’t the first home I’ve had to buy over the millennials. Usually my home has been a castle, some large mansion, and large flat on a square. 

Sitting on top of the hill the cottage sat that was a pearl white color but was also a little into the hill so the top would be covered in grass. Keeps a nice natural temperature for the house. My new home was a little smaller than most of the grand places I’ve lived before. As in it’s not a castle, a mansion, or even large flat on the square. It had a living room, a bedroom that is pitch black..for obvious reasons. No kitchen which makes the living room much larger. Then of course a bathroom. 

“Now regarding the whole no kitchen. I can always expand the cottage for some room for a tiny little kitc.

“No kitchen needed. I plan on doing most of my cooking outside so to enjoy the view.” Lying to her as she nodded then placed the paperwork I needed to finish signing on the living room table. Scribbling down my signature on the lines so I could get this woman out of my hair. I’ve got things to start working on before tomorrow evening when she should be shopping for the catch of the day. 

“Please doing business with you mam and I hope we can do business again.” Practically shoving her out of the cottage then locking the door tightly. Might as well get some rest before I go grab some dinner.

The curtains were shut all over the living room of the cottage as I walked over to the record player. Usually some very light chants get me to fall asleep after a move such as this. Pressing the play button as the house was beginning to fill with beautiful music. 

IF it’s one thing I miss about the 13th century was the vast amount of chants that were sung all Sundays. Thought entering a church would practically be a death sentence for myself..walking by them in the early mornings after a night of hunting was always pleasurable. 

Entering into the bedroom to see a very large cat sitting in the middle of my bed. His tail softly moving on top of the covers, those very yellow green eyes were staring directly at me..as if he was planning on pouncing at any moment. Cats in this world are very interesting. The whole “cats have nine lives” is very real and to the point some cats have been with me for a very long time...all annoying with their meows and purs. 

“Look. As much as I love cats and all the so called happiness you bring to this world. I would prefer not to have you in my home. So c’mon.” Standing at the edge of the bed but he wasn’t moving an inch..stubborn feline! 

“Alright then you stubborn feline.” My hands reaching down to him as he began squinting at me. 

“Call me a feline again..I dare you ya bloody blood sucker!” Did...did he just talk…? That’s so damn impossible! I must be tired and a little bit of a headache most likely because I’m hungry! 

“Shocked to see a feline talking to you?” 

“HOLY SHIT!” Falling to the floor as I backed myself to the dresser! Stopping so that he wouldn’t pounce at me to scratch my eyes out!

“How the!?! What the!?” 

“Your really going to question why I’m talking? We live in a world with vampires, witches, and other mythical creatures. Is a talking cat really so bizarre that you threw yourself against the dresser?” He had a thick American accent which stung like a viper somehow! Still sitting on top of my bed but closer to the edge so we could have some sort of eye contact. 

“If I say yes...I get the feeling you’ll scratch my eyes out.” He sat in the middle of my legs. His ears pointed straight up as I tried to get this entire situation in my head. Like I said..I’ve had cats follow me around..but none of them have ever had some sort of conversation! 

“So you’re a talking cat...and you’re bothering me because…?” 

“I’ve heard of you before. You’re very famous for your tragic story. To some fellow immortals your story makes even Elvis Presley sad.” Elvis is alive? 

“Elvis is alive? I thought he died in 1970 or something…?” Rolling his eyes as he got down from the bed and even appeared bigger than what he was on the bed. His grey fur was very fluffy and his paws were massive for a cat. 

“You’re missing the point you idiot! Those of us who have been wandering this world since the beginning have seen heart aches and the destruction. But you..oh boy have you inspired the masses.” For an American cat his vocabulary is better than what I thought it would be. 

“So you’re bothering me because I inspired the masses?” 

“Nope. I’m here to help your dumbass because after watching this fail countless times..it’s now just utterly depressing.” This cat is making me feel absolutely stupid! A stupid cat is making me feel so god damn stupid! 

“You may call me Hyacinth! That’s what my last owner called me and I’ve liked the way it sounds. Now I’ve got to grab some dinner and your stomach growling is flooding my ears. So let’s go find some sort of grub!” Prancing off into the living room as I stayed there in shock. His head poking back into the room with annoyance written all over his face. 

Opening the door as he walked out to the front porch, looking around the coast before us. I’m feeling elk. DO you think I go running around eating whatever virgin blood is available? I got tired of human blood around the 14th century...mostly because that nasty plague.

We started walking along the coast in silence..trying to read each other’s thoughts, emotions, and not wanting to attack each other. He doesn’t plan on staying around does he? I need to get on with my life and this cat will get in the way with it! 

“So..Hyacinth. I know you said you’re here to help...but why and how do you plan on helping me?” We stopped walking as he entered the water a little then began searching for some sort of fish. 

“Like I said. Some of us have had enough of what happens. You think you’re alone in this world..but you’re not the only ones who’ve been completely thrown under the bus. We figured if we start with you..eventually we can all finally have some sort of peace in our lives. A spark has to..” He stopped to dive his head down then pulled out a tiny fish in his mouth. 

Their pools of blood crept into my nose with my eyes turning dark red. They’re so close..small animals have been doing the trick..but they’re so..juicy! A white cloudy trail appeared before me that would lead me to those Elk! I could distinctly hear their calm heart beats which was like hearing Beethovens symphony’s for the time! Loud! And so damn desirable! 

Squatting on the rock from a short distance to see their blood vessels flowing through each of their bodies. Which one was diseased, weak, pregnant, and the healthiest. My tongue grazing against my lips, my fangs beginning to grow from hunger. It's been so long since I’ve been fully filled..

It’s come down to the point where drinking human blood is just gross. Most humans blood these days are filled with so much damn sugar, diseases, drugs, and even to much damn coffee. But animal blood..no..wild animal blood that live on the richness of nature it was fuels me now. Mostly small animals..since I’ve been living in areas where Elk just don’t come to live in your backyard. 

Hyacinth wandered over to where I was drowning myself in my delectable meal. Once finished, he sat down next to me as I sat up. Licking the blood off my lips then beginning to clean myself up. 

“As she ever seen your true form?” Catching my breath as he looked up at me. 

“Yes..every time. She never cowards away..”

“I think I’m beginning to hatch a scheme for us. Oh yes..it’s all coming together.” 

[ittookthelightforever]

C’est Horrifique - part 5

Hi,

I came back home at 3am to finish this, because I needed to share it with y’all. There is some very nice smut and some even sappier romance! I quoted the song that meant the most to me in TBHC in this one! Forgive me for any mistakes for I was half sober when I finished it, but this story in particular brought me so much joy and reminded me of how much I love to write fanfiction.

Here you go, the true last part of C’est Horrifique.

Love, Lina.

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You boarded off at an airport somewhere in the middle of the United Kingdom, figures an institution as ancient as The Society would have established their headquarters in a posh mid-18th century British mansion. Alex offered you an arm to hold as you were escorted into the building and through endless rooms, closely followed by Camille. The man who lead you finally stopped in front of a closed set of big wooden doors.

“This is the Board room, where cases such as yours are decided. You may wait here, the doors will open when the members are ready.” He motioned to a set of benches next to the door before leaving, but you were too nervous to consider sitting down and took a couple steps across the marble hallway, “Love…” Alex put his hands on your shoulders from behind, massaging them lightly, “Everyfing will be alright.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned into his touch, which he took as a sign to wrap his arms around and hold you close to his chest.

The sound of the doors opening would have scared your former self, but now you felt strangely composed and ready for this, if only slightly embarrassed to have been caught in that position with Alex. He took your hand and together you walked into the room. With your enhanced hearing you could hear the rustling of fabric as the board members shuffled in their seats and one sly whisper, ‘Damn, I got my good execution clothes out for this.’, which only made you more confused.

“Mr Turner, good afternoon. What do we have here today?” The head of the board addressed him first, “Good afternoon, Madame. We ‘ave an unfortunate situation ‘ere. I were incapable of controlling mehself and chose not to end this young woman’s life after I unjustly attacked ‘er.”  Madame removed her glasses, crossing her arms on the table, “Camille, how daft are you?”

Camille stepped out from behind you and addressed the crowd for the first time, “I-I a-am sorry, m’am. I tried my best to make him comply with the rules.” The whole room erupted into laughter and you and Alex looked at each other, completely clueless, “I guess that answers my question, you can step back Camille. And don’t worry you are not going to be punished.” Madame shooed Camille away and turned back to you and Alex, “Thank goodness you didn’t listen to Camille, Mr Turner. Of course, she should have known the two of you were soulmates.”

A numb feeling overcame your body, this tingling sensation that reminded you of the flashes you had of when you and Alex had slept together. Soulmates? There is no such thing as soulmates, at least not in the human realm, and as you looked into Alex’s eyes you could see he was just as unaware as you are. “This is an incredibly unusual phenomenon, especially nowadays with so many individuals in the world, but it exists. That is probably why you snapped, Mr Turner, your instincts spoke louder than your racional side in every aspect, including disobeying Society rules.”

So you weren’t going crazy, the instincts to be close to Alex despite what he had done to you and to go even further than that were all normal. As normal as being a vampire with a soulmate was. “I am sure if you have any other concerns Camille should be able to deal with them, right Camille?” The short woman yelped an yes behind you, “She will continue as both of yours touch points, the Board hopes you have a happy eternal existence together. This meeting is adjourned.”The same man from before ushered you out of the room and the doors closed with a thump.

In a split second Alex had you pushed up against one of the walls, one hand cradling your head and the other around your waist, your lips connected in a deep kiss. He pulled away for a few moments, “ ‘s this alreyht?”, you nodded quickly and pulled him back by the lapels of his suit, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Excuse me, lovebirds, there’ll be plenty of time to do this later, but not here in front of the Board’s room, okay?” Camille tried to dissuade the situation, but Alex wasn’t having any of it and, honestly, neither were you.

Alex pulled away for a quick moment, “A room, now!” His growl only turned you on more and since his lips were occupied, you put your attention on kissing, sucking and nipping at the skin of his jaw, then onto his neck. Alex moaned after a particularly hard bite, “Now Camille!” And went back to kissing you, wrapping his fingers on your hair and pulling your head back until he had access to the soft skin of your neck, sucking and kissing parts not even you knew were sensitive and drawing even more moans from you, “Payback.” He chuckled against your skin.

“Okay, okay. C’mon you two.” Alex pulled away again to see Camille motioning to another corridor, he carried you as he followed Camille. You, however, continued to tease him with wet kisses and small bites, until you reached the room, “Fanks.” Alex slammed the door behind you and focused back on you, “Yeh’ve been a naughteh girl.” His words sent chills down your spine.

He set you down on the bed and took your hand in his, which Alex puts over the bulge in his pants, “Yeh see what yeh’ve done? What d’yeh plan on doin’ to fix it?” You grinned and pulled him closer by his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. You pull his semi-hard cock out of his pants, pumping it slowly, “How about this?” And you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his dick while continuously pumping what remained out.

Alex grabbed a handful of your hair, guiding you mouth around him and you took him in till the hilt, swallowing around him and earning a moan so loud it sounded more like a roar. You pulled back all the way, putting extra pressure on the head of his cock but he stopped you before you could take him back in, “Turn ‘round love, all four please.” You do as you are told, struggling a bit with the long skirt of your dress which Alex was quick to push out and away.

Your heightened senses come in handy as you can’t see anything Alex is doing but every touch of his marks a path on your skin, he discarded your underwear first, pushing it down your thighs where they bunched up at your knees, and spread your legs slightly, just enough to get his fingers on your center. “So wet alreadeh…” He pushed his fingers in, scissoring them to stretch you and spread your arousal, “ ‘ow bad do yeh want it? Huh?” Alex curled his fingers inside you leaving you gasping, before pulling them out. Fucking tease, “I need you so bad, baby. So deep, I need that thick cock to fuck me up so good.”

Alex seemed more than content with your answer and placed a hand on your hip, drawing you close before pushing his cock all the way into you. Every ridge and vein sent ripples as it came into contact with your walls, you had never felt this connection before, “Move, goodness, move please.” He had been waiting for you to adjust, but your pleas send him into motion and soon he is holding your hips with both hands as he drove into you, finding a position where he hit the most delicious spot with the tip of his cock.

“Darling, yeh feel so delicious, takin’ me in so well. Fook…” Alex lost his train of thought as you squeezed around him, “I-I am so fucking close.” He took on of his hands, embracing you from behind and going down from your stomach until he reached your clit, squeezing it and playing with two fingers. That drove you into your orgasm, your walls squeezing his cock as waves of pleasure so good they made you see double coursed through you. Alex wasn’t far behind and soon you felt the hot spurs of his come fill you up.

Alex pulled out and you collapsed on the bed with him following suit, “Tha’ was incredible.” He sneaked his arm around you, pulling you close to him, “I had never… Alex, that was beyond anything I could have imagined.” He smiled, pushing your hair behind your ear, “I kno’ this is a lot, but I love yeh. I kno’ it in me soul.” You smiled at his declaration, “It’s insane, but I know it too. I love you, Alex.” You kissed him, wrapping your arms around him, “Now… Can you please fuck me again? No clothes this time?” Alex chuckled, “My darling insatiable love.”

*roughly 5 years later*

“I have always wanted to live in France for a while.” Alex had wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close as you walked along the Seine, “We could buy a mansion ‘ere in La Frette and never come back to societeh, just make music and love.” You laughed at his idea, even though you didn’t find it so silly deep down, “Is that so, Mr Turner? If you really want to go along with the stereotype we should be reclusive in Romania, not 20 minutes away from Paris.”

“Well, I’m pretteh sure tha’ is a lie planted by the Society.” You laugh and take a moment to admire the tiny village by the water, you’d come to spend some time with Alex as he worked on Arctic Monkeys’ 6th record. Honestly you’d grown too used to always being with Alex and these few weeks apart were rough, so every single moment was cherished. “Love?” You turned back to Alex and found him down on one knee, holding a small blue box in his hand.

“I kno’ we didn’t ‘ave the most traditional of beginnings and weh’ve been through a lot these past few years, but as granted as eternity is for us, yeh are something I ‘ave failed to explain. There are no words or melodies that I can put together to explain ‘ow much yeh mean to me, all I can do is give yeh the small gift of my last name in ‘ope tha’ we can share this life together. I know I ‘ave done some fings I shouldn’t ‘ave done, but I ‘aven’t stopped loving yeh once. Will yeh marry me?”

[mishikabanerjee]

Here's how Ladybug and Chat Noir should come to know their true identities (Idea 1)

Please read this! It's a brilliant idea!

So, it starts like this

" There is a new akumatized villain in town who calls himself ' Revelifier '. He says he will make everyone show their true insider selves! And won't go until he has finished with his task... Will we get to see Ladybug and Chat Noir's true identities? -" Nadia Chamak said in an excited manner when the same akumatized villain blasted the door of the shooting site and went straight towards Nadia." Enough of your insulting Kitty Section, Nadia, Now everybody will know who you truly are. He scanned Nadia with his eyes which gave off a blue beam of light. Nadia's clothes changed to her normal clothes that she usually wears at home. And she starts crying and banters about all the problems in her life, as she is a very emotional person who has a lot of stress deep inside. The camera man's screams were thrilling. " What is this happening Tom?" Sabine, Marinette's mother said, hugging her husband worriedly. " It will be perfectly alright, darling. Don't worry, Ladybug and Chat Noir will save Paris this time also. We just have to keep Marinette safe." Sabine nodded and remembered that Marinette was in her room a minute ago when she went to check, she was calm now that she knew her daughter was safe.

But... Actually, she was wrong, just after Sabine checked Marinette's room, she transformed and left the room to defeat the akumatized villain, it was her duty, anyways.

Whilst our Adrien Agresste did the same, sneaked out of the prison (his house) and went to save Paris.

They both reached the Mayor's Mansion, as that was the last place Revelifier was spotted at. Chloe Bourgéois was busy hiding under her bed in the terror of the villain, as she knew Ladybug was not going to trust her with the Bee Miraculous again as she chose to help Hawkmoth instead of the superheros. Master Fu began living in Paris in a different getup and different name ' Master Yong' on the requests of Ladybug and Chat Noir. He finally had to agree as when he thought about making a 15 year old girl The Guardian Of The Miraculous, was quite an irresponsible decision. When he digged deep inside himself, he realised that he did not make Mariette the guardian just as she was strong, bold, intelligent, and responsible, but maybe only because he wanted to get rid of his responsibilities and burden by giving the excuse of 'old age'. He finally decided to become the Guardian again, till the day he dies. The Miraculous box was safe with him, he started living in the same place in Paris where he lived before with Marianne, they also got married!

Ladybug and Chat Noir reached the Mayor's Mansion. They carefully went inside. " Be very careful Kitty, no puns right now, ok?" Ladybug said. " As you wish, Milady." Chat bow down to show respect to his lady. They tiptoed into Chloe's room.

They heard Chloe scream. They pushed open the door and... Saw Revelifier... Scanning Chloe with his eyes, the pink beam of light... "No! Chloe!" Chloe freezed and her clothes changed to her fake ladybug costume, she then started muttering nonsense about Marinette. "That Dupen - Cheng ! She is the Ladybug of the class! She has so many friends and I? I just have Sabrina! And Adrikins absolutely! I am so lonely but I try to show that I'm not. Why doesn't anybody want to be friends with me? I am only rude because nobody wants me!................ " Ladybug and Chat Noir, both were shocked at hearing a words and almost deliberately tried to control their tears. There was no time for crying.

Both the heroes give a look at the villain. He wasn't very adult like. He had blue hair and was tall and sturdy. He was... A teen... And Ladybug thought she knew him... He was Luka... But this time he was not the Silencer, he was Revelifier. Ladybug stood there, still. Chat Noir shook her to a conscious state. "Milady? Are you okay?" Chat asked Ladybug. "Oh ! Yeah! I'm fine... CHAT NOIR WATCH OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

"NO!" Chat Noir shouted when Revelifier scanned him. He started crying and said, " Milady, you never understood how much I love you. I knew from the first day I met you that you were the one! But you... YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!" Chat Noir kept on murmuring all nonsense and went straight towards his Lady. He had become totally zombie-like. Ladybug had to rush from him as he was insanely proceeding towards her. She used her yo-yo to grab things to swing from and went to a safe place she couldn't be in the Reveledier's sight. She finally got time to use her lucky charm. "Lucky Charm!" She said. "A... Teapot? Seriously? Wait... I think I got this lucky charm sometime before also....but what did I do with it?..... I went to Master Fu! Yes!" She went straight to Master Fu's or Master Cheng's new residence. He had disguised as a man with a thick beard and a thick mustache. He always had a fedora hat on." Master Cheng! " She had transformed back before going there, so don't worry." Marinette! Have a seat." "Master Cheng, Chat Noir has become a zombie and so I needed your h-" "I know, I know Marinette. I know everything. I have figured out that even if you give every Miraculous to everyone you want to, still, the whole team will not be able to defeat such negative emotions as of Luka's. You have no ther option but to show your true identities. "

"WHAT!!!!!! NO DAMN WAY MASTER! NO DAMN WAY!"

"Marinette."

"Sorry for raising my voice... But won't it put us and the miraculouses in danger? And if Hawkmoth comes to know?"

"Listen closely Marinette. This akuma, was made using all the akumas the butterfly Miraculous could ever provide. Now, the butterfly Miraculous has lost all it's power, so Hawkmoth can't haunt the city anymore after this villain. This is his last try. If you drink this potion and make Chat Noir drink this too, you won't lose your minds, but you will only detransform. I wasn't able to make a potion that could cancel the Revelifier's effects totally. We have to take this risk Marinette. When you detransform, take out your Miraculous and combine them, ask for a wish, which would be destroying the mega akuma inside Luka. Cataclysm won't do the trick as the akuma is inside Luka's body itself and not in any ornament. When you make the wish, Hawkmoth's game is over, your superhero duties are over, and all this terror will be over for God's Sake! This is the only thing we can do. "

"Are you sure... Master?"

"You trust me Marinette, don't you?"

"I do Master Fu."

Master Fu handed her a bottle of pink liquid and wished her best of luck. She took a sip of it. She went to a secret place, told Tikki about the plan and then transformed. "Tikki, Spots On!" She went to Chat Noir in Chloe's House. He wa s roaming round and round the same place muttering "I love you but you don't understand Bugaboo!!!" Ladybug tiptoed behind him, grabbed his face, turned it towards him and pressed the bottle to his mouth. He screamed while drinking it and then got back to normal. "B-B-Bugaboo? Where are we. It's a long story but for now, we have no other option but to reveal our identities to each other. Trust me, we really don't have any other option!"

"But Hawkmoth?-"

"NO time for questions Chat. We need to find Revelifier before he brings the true selves out of everyone!"

"Okay... Milady...." He was nervous, but somewhere in his heart, he was happy too, finally! He would get to know his Lady's identity! He went whistling with his Lady to the Eiffel tower as The Revelifier was last spotted there.

On the way, Ladybug explained everything to him. "Okay, Bugaboo. But... No more night patrols with you? No more defeating villains? We won't meet ever again?...😥" Chat's eyes filled up with tears and he started shaking uncontrollably and threw himself on the floor crying uncontrollably. "Chat! Don't cry! We can still be friends in normal life!" Chat's tears stopped a little but he was still crying unable to stand up. Ladybug grabbed both his hands and got him back on his feet. She was still holding his hands. "Chat... Please. I would never want my joyful little Kitty to be sad like this. We will be friends, I promise." Chat forced a smile on his face while a tear rolled onto his cheeks. Ladybug wiped it and they both laughed heartily. "Let's go." said Ladybug and they both leaped from building to building for reaching the Eiffel Tower.

When they reached the Eiffel tower, Revelifier was standing there, back faced towards the heroes. They knew that he didn't know that they were there. "Chat, at 3 we will jump in front of the Revelifier and you know know what's next." Okay. " Chat took a deep breath. Never had Chat Noir seen such a nervous Ladybug and never had Ladybug seen such a determined and sincere Chat Noir. It was kinda weird and new to both of them which reminded both of them of someone they know....

"1,2,3!" Ladybug counted nervously. She even seemed a little clumsy holding her yo-yo. It strongly reminded Chat of someone...

They jumped in front of the Revelifier, held hands and took a deep breath. As they expected, Revelifier scanned them. And here they were.... They detransformed.

"A-A-A-A-Adrien? Nononononononononono!"

"M-M-Marinette? Impossible ! You were Multi mouse!"

"I'll explain everything later, we first need to combine our Miraculouses!" She had boldness in her voice, just like the Ladybug Adrien knew.

"Okay..." Said Adrien.

Adrien took off her ring and Marinette took off her earrings and combined them.

(I don't know what happens when they combine it so... I relied on my imagination)

Both the miraculouses let out rainbow light, enough to light up the whole Paris with the colours of the rainbow. A voice told them make a wish. They nodded to each other and made the same wish: Destruction of the mega akuma inside Luka. As soon as they wished, Luka detransformed and they saw a REALLY BIG akuma come out. Ladybug's yo-yo was too small! The miraculouses were destructed but Plagg and Tikki were still there! Adrien got his mind into thinking. "Plagg! Use your cataclysm! Quick!" "Okay Adrien! CATACLYSM!" A small but absolutely powerful black ball of cataclysm power appeared in Plagg's small hands. He touched the enormous akuma and it got destroyed. They saw Luka, lying helplessly on the ground. They helped him to his feet. He was really tired by the way Hawkmoth used him. "Thanks Ladybug!" Luka said in a tired voice. "You-you saw me transform?" "I already knew you were Ladybug. Not because I saw you, I just know..." Marinette smiled and blushed. Tikki and Plagg! They dissappeared! "NO! Tikki!" Marinette said sobbing. Adrien comforted her while crying himself for Plagg. After they both had calmed down, Marinette sighed. "Phew! Finally!". "Phew!" Adrien also sighed. They both burst into tits of laughter. "But... You were Multi mouse. And I saw you both at the same time and same place."

"Remember? The Mouse miraculous has a power of cloning. I cloned myself to fool you." Marinette replied. "Oh! You are a really smart girl, Purrinces!" Adrien replied. "And I fooled you by making you believe I was not a student of Françoise Dupont College." Marinette added. "I did the same!" They both started laughing. "Means I was in love with you?" Adrien asked confused. "Yeah ! And even I might have a little crush on you... Or maybe, I might be in love with you." Marinette said blushing, her cheeks rose red. "Then... Do you still love Luka?" "No! I just liked Luka but not anymore. He is just a good friend... And what about Kagami? Do you still love her?" "Not anymore, since I now know that the beautiful, creative and thoughtful Marinette loves me." He blushed. They both held each other's hands delicately. It was a really cute scene. "I think we don't just have to be friends, we can be... Soul mates..." Marinette said literally blushing too much. "Soul mates." Adrien replied nodding yes himself blushing way too much. "And I think Chloe deserves better... We should befriend her." Marinette said, in her kind and peaceful voice. "You're right. But I would never find someone as kind, and wonderful as you, Marinette, or Bugaboo!" "I would never find someone as awesome as you, kitty!"

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If i trust Lego with anything it's to make Cherik canon or everyone in the xmen and brotherhood to believe they're dating with denial from both ends

hrmm lego cherik 😻

someone make a lego xmen movie STAT‼️