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raviotherabbit · 3 years ago

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royal pain in the ass - chapter 4

Chapter 4: Era of Twilight Queen Zelda heads out for the night.

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“Are you sure this is alright?” The young Hero of the Four Sword trailed Zelda through the halls of her castle, their shoes clicking on the smooth tile below them. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to bother you…”

“I could never be bothered by a hero,” Zelda clarified. “Besides, I believe you of all people should appreciate our collection.”

The pair stopped at a grand set of doors, towering over them with the crest of the royal family, depicted in gold, right in the middle. Before Four could voice any more concerns, Zelda pushed the doors open, dividing the crest in two.

Forgetting his manners, Four rushed past the queen and into the armory. Zelda couldn’t help but chuckle as he admired the vast array of weaponry, hands hovering with a fear to touch. She was struck by how dorky the heroes she grew up hearing legends of actually were, but perhaps she should have guessed they’d be much like her own…

Zelda’s heart dropped at that thought. Oh, Link…

“This battle-axe…” Four marvelled, mouth agape. “I could only dream of making something so well-crafted…”

Forgetting her troubles for a moment, Zelda caught up to Four. “This one is a bit old, actually. I’ve been considering having it hung up somewhere, for posterity.”

“You can never go wrong with an axe on a wall,” Four added.

“Come,” she beckoned him further into the armory. “Let me show you my personal collection.”

Delighted at the notion, he followed her. Eventually, the two came to a wall more tastefully decorated, with several bows and swords hanging.

“I’ve used all of these, at some point,” her hand traced the wooden edges of a bow. With a fond smile on her face, she pulled her rapier from its display. “But I’ve always been fond of my swords.”

Zelda held the rapier out to Four. He hesitated for a moment, looking up to her as if to ask for permission. When she nodded, he took the sword from her with a child-like glee, inspecting it thoroughly.

“I’ve been training with it since I was young,” Zelda explained. “It’s been my favorite.”

And yet, it hadn’t been enough. When the time came, to either fight or die, Zelda had instead chosen to surrender. Her burden went to Link, almost carelessly so, and now…

Noticing her distress, Four placed the rapier back in its display. “Twilight will be fine,” he insisted. “If he’s not back by tomorrow, I think Time is planning on going after him.”

Twilight. The name always throws her for a loop when she hears it. How could Link be so fine with it?

“I’d like to apologize to him, if I can,” she revealed cautiously. “I owe him that much.”

“I think he’s just a bit stressed out,” Four frowned, looking off. “All of us are. Legend got a bit snappy yesterday, and Twilight had to physically stop Wild from pouncing on him.” He sighed wearily.

“I wish he didn’t feel as though everything were his responsibility,” Zelda admitted. But, truthfully, who was she to talk? After all, she was the one who gave him such ideas.

Maybe she deserved what he said to her.

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“Stay safe, Zelda,” Gaepora instructs his daughter, doing his best to remain stoic as he holds her close. “The places you’ll travel will be unfamiliar, but I know that you’ll be able to find your way.”

“We’ll be home soon,” Sun promises, arms tight around her father. “Both Link and myself.”

Gaepora pulls away from Sun, glancing back at the portal. It appeared just after breakfast, right in front of the Sealed Temple. “Keep those granddaughters of mine safe.”

Sun laughs at that. “I will, father.”

Meanwhile, Artemis and Flora stand waiting by the portal. The glowing, golden light still has a draw on them, but they resist enough to allow Sun her goodbyes. It tugs at Flora’s heartstrings, digging that pit in her stomach a little bit deeper. Her only thought is, ‘Why?’

Karane, one of the knights of Skyloft, marches up to the two queens, dragging Pipit by his collar behind her. She releases him just as she reaches them, and Pipit struggles to right himself.

“Pipit,” Karane asks him. “Do you have anything you’d like to say to these two?”

“Er, yes,” Pipit clears his throat. “Your majesties-” he bows awkwardly. “I’m sorry I pointed my sword at you and called you demons.”

“Uh, well.” Flora shifts from one foot to the other, glancing up at Artemis.

Artemis places a hand on Flora’s shoulder, smiling sweetly down at the two knights. “Thank you for your apology, sir Pipit. It’s greatly appreciated.”

Pipit looks back at Karane, who nods in approval. The two bow for them before making their leave.

“That was very diplomatic,” Flora notes, watching as the knights bicker amongst themselves.

“He made a mistake, and he apologized for it,” Artemis explains coolly. “I don’t see a reason to keep being upset.”

The two are interrupted by Sun, who approaches as she waves back to her father. With one hand gripping her satchel’s straps, she asks, “Well, are you guys ready?”

“It’s been lovely staying here, but we need to get moving,” Artemis asserts.

“Then let’s go.” Flora offers a small wave before she steps backwards into the portal. With a bright flash of light, she disappears.

Artemis smirks. “Oh she’s getting sure of herself, isn’t she? Come one-” she waves Sun along to follow her. “We have to catch up before she gets herself lost.”

Side-by-side, Artemis and Sun walk through the portal. Travelling through time is always disorientating, even though both of them have done it before. Sun’s not very surprised to find that these portals aren’t much different than the Gates of Time, but still, she squeezes her eyes shut as they travel. The world warps around her, a chaotic mess until it stops very suddenly.

Sun peeks her eyes open, just as the portal sputters to a close. She finds herself in the middle of a field, Artemis recuperating for a moment with her hands on her knees. On the other hand, however, Sun feels alright, if a little tired. Flora stands a few feet away, using a hand to block the sun from her eyes as she looks off into the distance.

“That must be the castle, just ahead there,” Flora gestures out, and Sun can just see the silhouettes of a city against the daylight as she makes it to her side. “We can get there in no time.”

“Wow, a real, actual city!” Sun utters in awe. “I mean, Sky’s told me about the ones he’s been to, but seeing it now…”

Flora gasps. “I didn’t even realize-!” She eagerly takes Sun’s hand and guides her towards the city hurriedly. “You have so much to see! Come on, let’s-”

“Hold on.”

The pair barely make it a few steps before Artemis stops them, still hunched over nausea. Flora grits her teeth, breathing in sharply. “Artemis, are you okay?”

“Just…” Artemis plants herself on the ground, but it isn’t long before she lays back, staring up at the bright blue sky. “Just give me a second.”

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“Castle Town is… a lot,” Sun comments, subtly shifting to hold onto the cloth of Flora’s cloak. “I’ve never seen so many people before in my life.”

The trio are making their way through the streets, weaving their way through the city’s crowds and passing exuberant vendors. A Goron shouts into the masses, advertising fresh spring water, and Sun covers one of her ears.

“Don’t worry, the castle’s right up there,” Flora points up above the buildings, where the spires of walls are visible. “I’m sure when we explain the situation to the Zelda of this time, she’ll give us a nice, quiet place to spend the night.”

“Hm,” Sun hums in response, noticing Artemis frown slightly at Flora’s words.

“Now that you’ve said it…” Artemis mutters to herself, but she doesn’t finish the thought.

The crowd seems to thin as they approach the castle, which makes sense since the gate is guarded by two heavily armored individuals, both wielding some rather sharp spears. Flora, however, is unfazed, and marches right up to the guards. While Sun tries to follow her, Artemis places a hand on her shoulder, holding her back a few feet. Her hand slips from Flora’s cloak.

“Wait,” Artemis commands.

“Hello,” Flora greets the guards, ignoring their scrutinizing glares. Her hands are folded gently in front of her, the picture of politeness. “We would like to see the queen.”

The soldiers both look towards each other, before both burst out laughing.

“You want to see the queen?” the one on the right, gangly and tall, jabs at her.

“Who are you to demand an audience with her majesty?” the one on the left, shorter than his partner, continues.

Flora scoffs indignantly. “Well I never-!”

“Hold on.” Artemis raises a hand, silencing both guards. “Flora, remain dignified,” she reminds her descendant. “We have information about Link that her royal highness must hear immediately.”

“Uh…” the tall guard idly scratches his face. “What’s link?”

Artemis blinks, taken aback. “Th-the hero.” She composes herself. “Link.”

The guards exchange another glance with each other. “The hero’s name is Link?” the tall one asks, only to receive a shrug from the short one.

“Oh for Hylia’s sake,” Flora sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah, listen ladies,” the short guard steps forward, flipping his spear so the blunt, wooden end is pointing out. “You’re not seeing the queen today, so scram.” He pokes Flora with the spear.

“Well I never-!” With rage in her eyes, Artemis grabs onto Flora’s arm, dragging both her and Sun away from the castle gates.

“Artemis, wait!” Sun protests. “I think this is still salvageable!”

Ignoring her, Artemis shouts back over her shoulder at the two guards. “Listen to this! You two are going to be in big trouble soon!”

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Flora, with a book in hand, disappeared into the depths of Castle Town. After her display on the battlefield, Artemis doubted she’d be in too much danger in the city. Besides, exploring their surroundings seemed to be a good alternative to meeting this time’s Zelda, and that was way easier when they split up.

Of course, Sun came with her. Artemis didn’t necessarily trust Sun to be on her own in this kind of setting, not yet at least. Judging by the fact that she was currently latched onto her arm like a sloth, she may have made the right choice.

“I have an idea of when we are,” Artemis explains to her.

Sun’s head snaps to Artemis as though she’d been broken out of a trance. “Oh, you do?”

Artemis nods. “I think there’s a business around here where we may find some help.”

“Time war stuff?”

“Time war stuff.”

Sun perks up and begins scanning the buildings up and down the street. “I can help. What does it look like?”

“Well,” Artemis paused. She’d never actually seen the place, had she? She just heard about it late at night when her troops made camp, and she was always about five seconds from punting Little Link into the forest by that time. Which is to say, her attention hadn’t always been there.

“It has to do with bugs,” she finally settles on.

Sun tilts her head. “Bugs?”

“Bugs,” Artemis affirms. “Agitha, the owner, and she loves them. I think it’s a zoo of some kind?”

“A bug zoo in Castle Town,” Sun remarks. “I think I understand cities even less now.”

Artemis shrugs. “I don’t understand it either, to be honest.”

Sun hums to herself, before suddenly pointing to a building across the road. “Agitha’s Castle?” she reads the sign aloud, “Is that it?”

“Right, that’s what it was called!”

When Artemis pushes open Agitha’s wooden door, they’re both immediately hit by a wave of warm air. The chirping and buzzing of several insects greet them, a butterfly going so far as to flutter over and land on Sun’s head.

“Artemis there’s a tree in here,” Sun states, eyeing the bugs climbing all over it with concern.

“Agitha!” Artemis cups her mouth with a hand as she shouts. “Are you here?”

“Is that who I think it is?” a voice rings out from the second floor. A young girl appears, leaning over the railing to peer down at her guests. “The other Princess Zelda!” She races to the stairs with heavy footfalls.

“Well, it’s Queen Zelda now,” Artemis informs Agitha as she bounds down the stairs. Her smile is warm and pleasant, like a fire on a chilly day.

Agitha takes the queen’s hands, holding them in her own, buzzing with energy as an excited smile graces her face. “Then you’re the other Queen Zelda! I can’t believe you’re here! I thought the War Across the Ages was finished?”

“It did,” Artemis nods. “My friend Sun and I are here on separate business.”

Hearing this, Agitha’s eyes snap to Sun, as if noticing her for the first time. “Oh, hello there! I’m Agitha.”

“Uh, hi,” Sun awkwardly responds. “I’m Sun, I suppose.”

Though Agitha squints at her words with suspicion, she’s quickly drawn away by Artemis. “We need to see this era’s Zelda, but the guards haven’t let us into the castle,” she explains. “Do you know of a way we can arrange a meeting?”

“Those guards are tricky.” Agitha slowly draws her hands away, bringing a finger to her chin as she thinks. “There may be something,” she reveals. “Why don’t you come have some tea? I’ll tell you everything I know.”

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While their visit to Agitha’s Castle was by no means short, the subsequent search for Flora ended up being way longer than anticipated. Eventually, they find her laying against one of the buildings bordering the castle wall,

“Breaking and entering is not an option, Flora,” Artemis reprimands, picking up her exhausted descendant off the city streets and slinging her over her shoulder.

“I… ran the whole… perimeter,” Flora pants out, book still clutched tightly in her hands. “We can climb it.”

Sun, standing behind Artemis, pats Flora’s head in consolation.

“We’re heading to dinner,” Artemis says. “Agitha recommended a nice little bar we could eat at.”

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The bar, thankfully, isn’t too far from where Flora collapsed. Sun breathes a sigh of relief when she sees it’s mostly deserted, save for a couple of patrons sitting at a table past the bar. One is a redhead, a drink by his side as he converses with the girl next to him. She’s black-haired, and curiously enough, her ears are rounded. Both perk up when they see the trio enter.

“Telma!” the black-haired lady calls out towards the back. “You’ve got some customers!”

“Er, is she alright?” the redheaded man points with his pen towards Flora, who’s still being carried by Artemis.

“She’s fine, just tired,” Artemis clarifies. She unceremoniously deposits Flora at the nearest table. “My sisters and I were wondering if we could get a meal here?”

“Well you certainly came to the right place, I’ll tell you that!” He offers her a thumbs up, only to be jabbed in the side by his companion.

Just then, a woman pushes through the back door, leaving it swinging behind her. “Well hello there, girls. Can I get you something?”

Artemis places a hand on Sun’s shoulder. “Wait here with Flora, I’ll order for us.”

Sun nods, sliding into the seat next to Flora, who’s currently laying face down on the table. Quietly, she slips Flora’s notebook away from her.

“So what is this?” Sun asks, thumbing through a few of the pages. There’s a lot of writing, but she also notices some drawings of diagrams. “Is it your diary?”

“Of sorts,” Flora murmurs. “It’s a research journal.”

“Oh!” she realizes. “I remember you seemed very interested in some of the monuments of my time. I could tell you more about them, if you’d like.”

“Sun,” Flora pops her head up, resting her chin on the wooden table. “I would love that more than anything. But I currently don’t have the stamina to write a single sentence.”

With a frown, Sun pats her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of time later.”

Her sympathy brings a small smile to Flora’s face. “How was your time with Artemis, today?”

“We met one of her Time War friends,” Sun explains. “She mentioned her before, Agitha? She told us about this place.”

“And I bet you like it much more than the rest of the city.”

Sun’s neck grows hot, as she awkwardly tries to refute that. “Well- I-”

Flora reaches to place her hand over Sun’s. For a brief moment, her heart races at the thought that the glow might return. When nothing happens after a few seconds, she relaxes again. Never has she been so happy about a lack of anything before.

“Don’t worry,” Flora says, oblivious to Sun’s panic. “I know it can be a bit of a jump, from so little to so much. It was the opposite for me, but I felt similarly when I returned to my Hyrule.”

“Where did you go?” Sun asks, as if it were the most innocent question in the world.

“It was-” Flora tries to explain, but she just sighs. “I sealed a great evil away for a long time. When Wild eventually came to my side, so much time had already passed.” She looks away. “I didn’t recognize anything, anymore.”

“You didn’t- you didn’t have to say that,” Sun says. “I mean, I also sealed away an evil, the Demon King, but at least I went to the past to do it-” She takes a deep breath, composing herself. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. It must have hurt.”

“Well-”

The pair are interrupted by Artemis, returning to the table with the barkeep, Telma. She places her own bowl of soup in front of her while Telma serves Sun and Flora.

“Hope you girls enjoy,” she smiles, glancing over at Flora. “I made this special, I hear it’s supposed to help after a long day.”

“Thank you,” Flora responds automatically. She sits up slightly, eagerly yet carefully bringing a spoonful of soup to her mouth. There’s a buzz of excitement in her chest as she recognizes the blend of flavors; it can only be cream of vegetable soup. In fact, it’s almost like-

Wait.

Flora’s eyes go wide, and she almost drops her spoon. “Carrots and honey.”

“What?” Sun tilts her head at her.

“This is a carrot and honey cream of vegetable soup, I-” She remembers the night she first tried it. After one hundred years of fighting, she was so tired, and that night, Wild brought her to a stable. He showed her how to make it, explaining where he got every ingredient. And the way it warmed her stomach after so long, especially when he followed it up with a fruitcake dessert…

“This is Wild’s recipe,” she reveals, looking up at Telma. “Did he- how did you get it?”

Before Telma can respond, the door to the bar opens, and in steps a figure in a long, black cloak.

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Honestly, all Queen Zelda Elaine Hyrule wanted was to relax at Telma’s after a long day of courting nobles and other queenly business. She knew at least a few members of the Resistance would be there, and what better way to get her mind off things than to listen to Shad ramble on about the sky beings for hours?

What she didn’t expect, however, was a young girl looking like she was going to cry about her soup while grilling Telma about the recipe.

“Uh,” Artemis looks between Telma and the girl, befuddled.

Telma grimaces when she notices her. “Honey, why don’t you go sit with Shad and Ashei in the back? I’ll have this handled in a second.” The pair of them are standing just a few feet away, Ashei with a hand ready to draw her sword.

“How did you get Wild’s recipe?” the girl demands, standing as one of her companions tries to reach for her.

“I didn’t take it,” Telma counters. “He gave it to me-”

“Wild?” Zelda asks. “As in, Link’s friend, Wild?”

A silence passes over the girl, she and her friends staring at Zelda. One of the other patrons at the girl’s table, seemingly the oldest, speaks up. “You know Link.”

“He’s-” Zelda almost calls him her friend, but truthfully, she doesn’t know if he would call her such at the moment. “Yes. I know him. And how do you know Wild?” She raises a skeptical eyebrow.

“He’s my best friend,” the first girl says, crossing her arms.

“We’re friends of Link’s friends,” the older one says. “The ones he’s travelling with now.”

Very suddenly, it clicks in Zelda’s mind. These aren’t just any visitors, now are they?

“Ah, I see,” Zelda replies. “You all are quite far from home, are you not? Tell me, what is it that brings you to the Era of Twilight?” She slides up to their table, resting her hands on its wooden surface.

“Link and his friends may be in danger,” the last one, a girl with a feather on her belt, reveals. “We need to see this time period’s Zelda.”

“Well then, you’ve found her.” Zelda pulls down the hood of her cloak. She takes one of the empty seats at the table. With her hands folded in front of her, she narrows her gaze at her counterparts. “Telma, give us a moment. What’s wrong with Link?”

“Dusk, I presume?” the older one asks, receiving a nod in response. “I’m called Artemis, these are Sun and Flora.” She gestures to the other two. “We encountered a monster that could change shape, primarily taking the form of our heroes. He taunted us with their safety, and since we haven’t seen them in quite some time, we can only assume he’s done something to them.”

“That’s… concerning,” Dusk admits. “So why have you come to me, then?”

“We want your help,” Sun continues. “We’ve been going through the portals, and they’ve brought us… Zeldas? They’ve brought us all together.”

Flora plops back down in her chair. “The shadow creature is strong. We’ll need as many hands as we can get to defeat it.”

Dusk’s first instinct is to refuse them outright. Though she’s not sure about the rest of them, she has a kingdom to run! She can’t just leave on a journey across time on a whim, not when her people need her. She isn’t Link.

Oh.

But this is for Link, isn’t it? Link, who she let do everything while she was trapped in the twilight of Hyrule Castle. Link, who saved a land that wasn’t his without question. Link, who deserved more than she had given them.

“Ashei, Shad!” she calls out, beckoning the two Resistance members to her side. “Tomorrow, I’m going to make an announcement. As trusted advisors and saviors of Hyrule in your own right, I will leave you both, as well as Auru, in charge of all royal duties until further notice.” She turns her attention back to the other Zeldas. “I’m coming with you.”

“Thank you,” Sun smiles at her sweetly. “All of our Links mean a lot to us, I’m sure you understand.”

“Sorry you had to see me, er,” Flora gestures to her soup, which she stirs with her spoon. “It’s just… I haven’t had this soup in a while, you know?” She suddenly turns towards the bar, where Telma is cleaning some dishes. “And sorry for yelling at you, miss!”

“Don’t you worry, honey!” Telma calls back. “Tell Wild thanks for the recipe when you see him, alright? I think he could use the pick-me-up.”

“Pick-me-up?” Flora echoes quietly.

“Now.” Artemis slams her hands on the table lightly. “Dusk, I should tell you. We had the worst experience with a pair of guards outside the castle, earlier today.”

“Oh, did you?” Dusk leans in, resting her elbows on the table. “Well, we’ll have to handle that.”

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine prt two:

Erik is a Sub and Reader is a Dom

Took me a while to write but I wanted to finish it out. I hope it’s good lo

It was the end of yet another work day at the OutReach. Y/N put on her Saint Laurent coat in Black Alpaca, hiding away all the curves she flaunted in a charcoal grey turtle neck sweater dress. Her snake skin boots click clacked against the polished floor as she walked to the elevators around 5:30 pm.

She was ready to go home, take a nice hot bubble bath, and have a little phone sex with one of her Subs. Mama was too tired to leave and get some dick or pussy. She had to deprive Candice of eating her out again today because she was so damn busy. The elevator doors open to reveal the CFO himself in the flesh. Y/N stood there with a dazed expression on her face, the elevator doors ready to close if it wasn’t for Prince N’Jadaka holding them open for her.

“Are you going to get on the elevator, Miss Y/N?”

He remembered her.

“Yes, thank you.” She sauntered on, turning her back towards him. The doors finally closed and the elevator started to descend.

“Late day today?” She asked to start conversation. It took so much restraint not to look at that man. He smelled Devine.

“Yes, had to have a little talk with my cousin.”

“Well, I hope it was a good talk.” She said while looking straight ahead at his reflection through the elevator doors.

“Today was better than most fucking days,” He said while letting out a sigh. She could see him checking her out, Y/N’s clutch on her purse getting tighter.

“You wear shoes like that to the office?”

“Yes, should I not wear them, Mr. Stevens-Udaku?”

“Nah, it’s nothing wrong with it, I like them on you...really sexy.”

“Thank you.”

The elevator doors opened, Y/N turning to say goodbye to her boss.

“Well, thank you for holding the door opened for me. Have a goodnight, Mr. Stevens-Udaku.”

She gazed into his eyes, her expression changing to lust in a matter of seconds. This man was oh so sexy. She wanted a taste for sure. Those lips spread up into a smile and his dimples that she hadn’t noticed before popped out at her. Y/N wanted to jump his bones. She hadn’t felt this way about a man in a while.

“See something you like, Miss Y/N?” That voice was even better in person.

“I see a lot of things that I like, Mr. Stevens-Udaku.”

“How about you call me Erik. I’d like to hear that come out your mouth.” He wanted her to be familiar with him. That let Y/N know that this man, the CFO of the company, wanted to get to know her on another level. Whether it be sex, a date, or friends, he wanted to get closer to Y/N.

“Erik. I like that...Erik,” she purposefully spoke in a honeyed tone. She allowed her eyes to scan over his plaid pea coat, black turtle neck, and shiny loafers.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Going home to pamper myself.”

“How about I take you out for drinks? It’s a Friday night I figured you would want to let loose a little.”

Drinks with the Prince? He was in big trouble. Y/N and drinks made her more of a dangerous woman. She’d be taking Erik home in no time to have some fun in her play room. Standing there before him, his large muscular frame sparked a flame inside of her. She wanted to tie this man up and use him as her person fuck doll. Sit on his face, ride his dick, suck his dick, all while depriving him of cumming. He had a sexy voice, she really wanted to hear how he sounded when he moaned. Her pussy was gushing. She could feel her slippery lips rub along the crotch of her satin thong. If she took those panties off it would probably be a puddle there.

“I’d like that actually,” She gave Erik a sexy smile with her pouty lips painted with glittery gloss.

“Did you drive here?”

“Yes, I did,” She showed him the keys to her Ferrari.

“Why don’t you keep that here and I’ll give you a ride. How’s that sound?” He bit down on his bottom lip.

“No.”

His smile wavered a little. A woman never told him no.

“No?”

“Yes, I would like to go home, take a nice bubble bath, and wear something best suited for the occasion.”

“You are most definitely best suited, baby girl. You’re wearing the hell out of that dress.” He allowed his eyes to scan her frame with appreciation.

“You won’t be saying that later when I show up in what I plan to wear. Your jaw will really be on the floor, Erik.”

“Hmm, we’ll see.”

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Y/N’s plan is to have Erik’s jaw on the floor. She wore a black leather dress with a low cleavage that was so damn short that if she bends over you could make out the lack of underwear. Then there was the thigh high black leather boots with the 5 1/2 inch heel. Her hair was freshly washed, Y/N sporting her natural curls. Erik wanted to take her to a cocktail lounge for drinks and conversation. She hoped they would have a VIP section because she wanted one-on-one time without distraction.

Leaving her LA home, Y/N headed towards her destination in an Uber since she planned on drinking a lot tonight. Arriving, Y/N steps out, heading inside of the chill hookah bar/cocktail lounge. There, seated at the bar while twirling a glass of brown liquor in his hand, was Erik Himself. He wore a black crew neck sweater with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans with ripped knees and a pair of black boots. They looked like Chelsea boots with chains on them from where she stood. Dreads swept to the side tonight was his choice of hair style and Y/N approved. Easy access to yank him up if he disobeyed her. That’s if he was even coming back to her place...he needed to come back to her place.

“Lost ma’am?” A hostess called out to her; a young Asian girl.

“No, my date is right at the bar, thanks anyway.” Y/N finally made her way over to Erik. The closer she walked, she noticed diamond chains hanging around his neck. He was flashy but not too much to the point of trying to show off.

“What are you drinking on, Erik?” Y/N allowed her voice to travel to him in a pleasant way. Erik has a lop sided grin on his lips before turning his piercing eyes onto Y/N. His face froze once he noticed the scandalous way she chose to dress. His eyes blazed with need and the grip on his glass was almost shattering. She could tell because of the veins in his hands bulging against his almond colored skin.

“Can I have what you’re drinking?” She spoke to get him out of this trance he was currently in.

“Yeah I gotchu,” Erik turns back to the bar, motioning for the bartender to come back down, “can I get a glass of Hennessy.”

The bartender went to work making her drink while Y/N got comfy in a seat next to Erik. Her eyes wandered around her, taking in the relaxed scenery as couples danced and mingled.

“Here’s your drink.”

She grabbed it from the bartender, placing it over a napkin in front of her.

“What do you usually drink?”

“Anything. I’m not picky,” she swept her curls from her face, “Are we going to stay seated here or sit somewhere more private?”

“We can go somewhere private, baby girl, don’t matter to me,” Erik lifts from his seat, holding his hand out for Y/N to grab. She placed her hand in his lightly, allowing Erik to lead the way. They found a nice seated area with pillows and a curtain for added privacy. Erik allowed Y/N to step inside first. They both cozied up, drinks in hand and the perfect view of the live band playing on stage. They both asked eachother what they liked to do outside of work and where they came from. Y/N told Erik she was born in New Orleans but moved to LA for school. Erik told her he was born and raised in Oakland, an ex navy seal and military man, a doctorate in engineering, and that he was a frequent traveler. Y/N was interested to know more about him being the Prince of Wakanda since he spoke with an American accent but she sensed that Erik didn’t want to disclose that information to her. She respected that and left her questions to herself.

“Are you seeing anyone, Y/N?” Erik took a sip before licking his lips.

“I’m not tied down to any particular person but I do have my share of options.”

Erik squinted his eyes at her, the side of his mouth twitching up to fight a smile. She wasn’t going to lie to him. Y/N was down for discussing her sexual acts with Erik. He seemed so interested.

“Like dick and pussy?” He finally asked after staring at her.

“Yeah. Dick and pussy, Erik.”

“Fuck, you’re serious? Most chicks lie about shit like that or they don’t tell you up front.”

“Well, I have nothing to hide. If we’re going to do this again sometime might as well let you know,” she laughed at his expression.

“So, again some time means...what?” He leans in towards her, Y/N holding his gaze. She wasn’t going to waver. She was sure a lot of women caved under those eyes. He was going to cave under hers.

“The next time we decide to meet up it’ll be in my bed not out for drinks.”

“What makes you think it’s going to be your fucking bed and not mines?” Erik chuckles.

“Because I want to take you home with me.” Y/N spoke softly within Erik’s ear. She allowed her lips to linger over his earlobe before taking her tongue to drag the flesh in between her parted lips. Erik lets out a deep grunt, his hips thrusting forward a little.

“Damn, ma,” He places his hand on the back of her neck to pull her back so he could look at her, “it’s like that? Sucking on a nigga ear?”

“You enjoyed that. I saw you pumping your hips like you were tryna fuck the air.”

“That’s a nigga weak spot that’s why,” His lips pressed against the side of Y/N’s face, “You gonna let me fuck you instead?”

“No,” she gave him a wicked smile.

“No?” He raises a single brow at her, his eyes shining with mischief, “what the fuck do you mean no?”

“Because that’s what the fuck I said.”

His jaw clenched. Okay...so he was used to dominating and getting his way. He really didn’t like Y/Ns bratty mouth. He probably wanted to fuck her throat in front of all these people. Make her voice all dry and hoarse with a soar throat for punishment.

“Who the fuck you talking to, ma? You forget who I am?”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are. I said no because I’ll be fucking you, and I’m fucking you tonight...Erik.”

Y/N threw back the rest of her drink. Erik was ready to yank her ass up but Y/N placed her hand over his crotch and squeezed. Her long squared crimson nails pressed into his balls and her palm tightened around his dick. Erik’s eyes grew hard but the constant clenching of his jaw and uneven breaths let her know that he liked it. A lot actually. He wouldn’t admit to it now but he will later.

“You’re not used to bitches grabbing your dick like this, huh?”

He glared at her, Y/N’s hand moving up and down now.

“It feels so fat and long. I bet you have the prettiest dick. Nice fat balls and a fat head for me to suck on...”

“Damn, you’re a nasty little thing,” he whispers, reaching out to place his hand around her to palm her ass as best he could over that skin-tight leather dress.

“I’m a nasty bitch.” She corrected him.

“Yes, the fuck you are grabbing my dick like this.”

Y/N squeezed his erection one final time before letting go. Erik lets out a disappointing sigh, Y/N lifting to fix her dress. She was growing tired of being here and it hadn’t even been an hour yet. Her body burned to drag him to her home and have some fun with him. She hadn’t been this excited since the first Sub she ever had. It was like that all over again.

“I’m ready to go. We’re going to my place, okay?” She told him rather than asking him.

“What’s so special about your place? Your ass is so damn desperate to get me there.”

“You’ll see,” She wanted to save the surprise for later. If she disclosed it to him now he would flip the script and try and dominate her. That wasn’t happening.

“How did you get here?”

“An uber. You?”

“Same.”

Figures. They both planned on drinking the night away.

“I have plenty of drinks at my place. A fully stocked bar. You can have all the Hennessy in the world there,” Y/N knew just one drink wasn’t enough for Erik.

“Aight, let me get an Uber then.”

Her plan was definitely set into motion. It was time to show Erik what the dominatrix was all about.

—————

Y/N was insatiable.

The minute they entered that Uber, she lifted her dress a little past her knees before hopping up on Erik’s lap to straddle him. Her bare pussy rested directly over his clothed erection. Y/N grabbed Erik’s neck, making her look up at him while her lips sought out his to nibble and suck on. They were so damn full and plump. Two soft cushions to hold the weight of her phat pussy between them. He had a strong neck too since he was so damn chiseled to perfection. With that strong neck he could eat her pussy with his hands tied down. She would make his ass work for it and give him locked jaw.

Erik’s large hands smoothed down the length of her back before moving down further to cup both her ass cheeks. When he found out she wasn’t wearing any panties he let her ass have it with two loud slaps to her ass. They got the Uber drivers attention now. Y/N shuddered from that impact, tightening her grip around his neck.

“Did I tell you to slap my ass like that, Mr. Stevens-Udaku?” Her eyes were murderous.

“No, but I took it upon myself to do that shit anyway. You’re a slut for wearing such a tiny dress with no panties. You wanted me to do that shit.”

“You keep playing with mama and watch what I do to those hands.”

“...mama?” A smile slowly crept up Erik’s lips.

“That’s right...I’m your mama tonight.”

The Uber driver groaned with pleasure.

“You got ol’ boy up front going crazy.” Erik places his hand around her neck, “You ain’t controlling shit. What makes you think you’re my mama?”

“What makes you think I’m not?” She fires back. Erik’s dick jumped, she felt that.

“See...this is why I have to teach you some manners, Mr. Stevens-Udaku,” her hand came down to squeeze his dick again. The way her nails imprinted his clothed sack had Erik’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down while his eyelids fluttered.

“It’s Erik.”

“I like Mr. Stevens-Udaku better. Let’s me know that I’m about to bring my boss...and a Prince...to his knees.”

The evil glint in his eyes didn’t faze Y/N. She saw that rage as an opportunity to use to her advantage.

“You are a wild bitch.”

Y/N giggles, the sound not matching her actions, “You ain’t seen wild yet,” she went back to tasting his lips with her hand still wrapped around his neck. He just tasted so good. That Hennessy on his tongue, his mouth all warm and tongue extra slippery. The way he breathed on her in between kisses. She used a single finger to tilt his head back so that her lips and teeth could attack his neck.

“Damn, ma, that feels so fucking good,” He spoke in a hushed tone.

Y/N had a luxury modern-day two-level pool house in LA. It reminded Erik of those homes back in the 70s. The Uber dropped them both off in front of the house, Y/N stepping out to open her door and allow her guest access. Once they were inside, they both took off their shoes at the door before Y/N grabbed Erik’s hand to lead him to her mini-bar within the living room. She was correct, it was stacked with a lot of choices. She made them both a mixture with Hennessy and apple juice, bringing the glasses over first before returning to the bar to retrieve the bottles. They drank and talked as if nothing in that car happened. Once she felt Erik had a little buzz to him, which took at least another hour, they both clumsily climbed the stairs to her playroom. Erik wasn’t aware that’s where they were going and he didn’t notice Y/N pulling out a set of keys to open the doors to her room.

She had no room to breathe with the way Erik’s large sturdy body was pressed against hers. His lips were on the back of her neck, his hands planted on either side of the door. She finally got the door opened, darkness ahead. Y/N tangled her fist tightly into Erik’s sweater, pulling him inside roughly and locking the door. She knew her way around the playroom so she led Erik over to her large bed covered in black silk, watching him fall back while she went to work undressing him. Every piece of clothing she removed, she would kiss and suck on his bare skin. She could feel tiny raised bumps against her tongue. The texture wasn’t familiar but it was pleasant. Now it was time to remove his jeans.

“Fuck, baby, let me see you.” He sounded so desperate and his voice has that husky tone that she loved.

“Patience, baby, you get what you want when you play nice.”

“Fuck playing nice I wanna see that ass now.” His tone got deeper and more dangerous.

“I said be...patient.” He was testing her.

“Girl,” he went to try and flip her onto her back but Y/N pulls the chains that hung from each side of her bed to lock his wrists into place. Erik began to lift from the bed, pushing her back a little. Y/N stood on the bed now, finding the switch in the darkness that could lock the chains in place so he wouldn’t move. She knew that room in and out.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Erik shouted, the sound of him struggling and the chains clanking filling the room. Y/N hopped off of the bed, walked over to turn on the lights. The entire room came to life before him. Black on black decor. Silver chains, and cuffs, black whips, crops, paddles, masks. Let’s not forget the leather ball gags, blindfolds, feathers, belts, and collars. Each wall in that room was covered with many different BDSM toys to play with. She had dildos in all different shapes and sizes, harnesses hanging from the ceiling and doors, spreader bars lined up ranging in different sizes, vibrators from wands to rabbits. It was like a sex toy shop for the real sex adventuress. Erik only played with some of the shit here but Y/N’s kinky ass was knee-deep in it.

After Erik had his look around, he spotted Y/N walking towards him from a walk-in closet that had so many different outfits for her to choose from. The color scheme was either black or red but mostly black. She wore a long elegant sheer black robe with feathers like she was from the 1940s, completely naked underneath with her feet covered in 5 1/2 inch black stilettos. She walked across that room like it was her personal runway. Even though Erik was pissed off that she had him chained to the bed, and good if he might add, she looked so...sexy. That mocha skin covered in black made his toes curl and his bare dick twitch painfully. He just knew that the silk beneath him was stained with his pre-cum.

The closer she got, Erik noticed a sexy sternum tattoo of a lotus flower on her chest. She was pierced too; her breasts, her belly button, her tongue from the way she snaked it over her upper lip, and Erik wouldn’t be surprised if her clit was too. She had on black lipstick, brown eyes popping out at him from the smoky eye makeup she had on since earlier. Her curly fro was still out and voluminous. Her skin glows and she was completely hairless. This woman was driving him crazy.

“My, my, Mr. Stevens-Udaku,” she stared at his naked body with her mouth hanging open, “You are blessed. Any woman who had the pleasure of taking that dick is probably crying in their sleep that you aren’t there to fuck them. That makes me a lucky woman.”

Erik watched this woman walk up to him, her hands reaching out to rub him all over. She purposely made her nails drag over his skin. Erik swallowed spit, his muscles flexing and hands gripping the chains roughly. Her eyes connected with his.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

“What about me?” Erik asked with a tilt of his head and a scowl on his face.

“you’re going to take care of me first before I let you enjoy yourself.”

“Take these fucking chains off me...now.”

“Or what?” She got closer to his face.

“Ima tear that ass up.”

“That’s what I plan to do to you, Erik,” Y/N takes her tongue to glide along Erik’s neck, “I’m so fucking excited.”

Leaving him again, Y/N walks towards the end of the bed.

“I’m going to chain your ankles, Erik. Don’t fight it,” she touches him gently, “you know deep down you want me to, you like this, Erik..,” her hands slowly ran up the length of his legs before resting on his thighs, massaging them. His eyes fluttered, head going back, arms flexing again along with the muscles in his chest and abdomen.

“You are so sexy for Mama...” she chained his ankles. He let out a shaky sigh before looking down at his feet.

“Relax, it’ll be okay.”

Erik’s eyes connected with hers.

Y/N sauntered over to her collection, searching with wide eyes for what to use on him first. She was leaking and her legs were shaking. She ached to use him. Finally, Y/N picked up a vibrating cock ring, whip, collar, ballgag, and nipple clamps. She placed all of her toys at the end of the large bed before hopping up to straddle Erik. She bounced over him playfully while holding on to the chains that locked his wrists. She allowed her robe to fall open so that Erik could admire her round full breasts, large brown areolas, hard nipples, curvy waistline, and wet pussy massaging the shaft of his dick.

“Fuck,” he lets out a throaty grunt, grinding his hips into hers. He could hear her pussy now causing Erik’s eyes to close.

“Keep still for Mama before I put a collar around your neck, baby boy.”

“Nah, that pussy feeling too good on my dick,” Erik opens his eyes into half slits, looking down to admire the way she wet him, “Damn, look at all that wet shit spilling on my dick. Your pussy is gushing, baby.”

“Who’s baby? And I thought I told you to keep still?” Y/N’s face was filled with rage. To Erik she looked so adorable. But he didn’t taste her wrath yet.

Erik smiles wickedly, “I can’t help myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N grabs the collar with a chain connected at the end, putting around Erik’s neck. He raises one brow at her, watching as Y/N pulls the chain to test it. Every time she pulled, Erik’s head would lift slightly from the bed.

“I’m your mama, and you’re my bitch tonight, okay? So you do what I say. What’s my name?”

Erik kisses his teeth.

“What’s my fucking name?”

“Whatever I call you is what your fucking name is.” He fired back. So he was going to be difficult and bratty? He didn’t like being put in this situation. Imagine how all the women felt that he slept with. Y/N picks up the vibrating cock rings, picking up Erik’s heavy erection to place one around his balls and one around the base of his shaft. Once they were in place, his long fat dick was standing straight up. Y/N noticed his chest rising and falling rapidly. His abdominal muscles were flexed hard as well.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” He looked slightly annoyed but interested at the same time.

“I’m going to punish you,” she picks up the device to control the vibrations, “If you cum, no pussy for you. I will leave you chained to this bed all night, do you understand?”

He looked from his dick to her face.

“Do you understand?”

“...yes.”

“Good boyyy.”

She started the vibrations.

Erik’s eyes popped open, his lip between his teeth. He had that bewildered expression on his face from how intense the feeling was. He could probably feel it from his head down to his toes. His head would fall back further into the pillows and his hips would shake slightly. This is probably the most pleasure he’d ever felt at once. Imagine being inside a pussy that vibrates, that's probably how he felt. Y/N opened her legs, giving him a view of her wet pussy. She takes three fingers, guiding them inside of her to stroke herself fast. Her cream spilled and her clit throbbed. She had his attention for sure. Deep grunts escaped his mouth and his hands shook those chains madly.

Y/N noticed a long stream of pre-cum ooze from his dick and down over his balls. The tip of his dick was purpling like she wanted, dick twitching and balls jumping. Fuck, it was such an erotic sight.

“Y/N...” he spoke with struggle.

“Who?” She glared at him.

“...Mama...”

“Yes?” She asked, taking her tongue to taste his pre-cum. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

“You taste so sweet, baby boy. I’d drink you for breakfast.”

“Fffffuckkkkk, my dick,” he thrust his hips into the air.

“Yes?” She tickled his balls with a black feather. Erik lost it. The moans he tried to hide were overflowing from his mouth. She longed to hear that. He was driving her insane.

“Fuck, do that for Mama again. Come on, do it again, come on baby,” she edged him.

“Ahhhhhhhmmmaaahhhh,” his hands opened and closed, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“You better not.” She increased the vibration.

“SHIT!” He squeezed his eyes shut, his toes curling into the sheets, “shit shit shit I’m about to buss a big fucking nut!!! Fuck you got me ready to cum hard!!!”

Y/N shuts it off.

The sheen of sweat on Erik’s body rolled over every muscle. He tried catching his breath, his eyes squinting at Y/N deviously.

“Really?” He was so bothered.

“I told you, you can’t cum. But You’re going to make me cum.”

Y/N takes off her robe. She climbs on top of Erik, turning her body around so she could sit her sopping wet pussy on his mouth.

“Open up, and let me take my seat, baby boy.”

She grabbed the chain to the collar, yanking it. Erik’s head lifted up, his lips connecting with her pussy. He placed a sloppy french kiss to her pussy lips.

“Mmm, yesssss, you have such soft lips, baby boy.” Her pussy throbbed against Erik’s lips each time she yanked that chain. He was working his jaws, sucking, licking, slurping, and tongue fucking her pussy. She started driving her pussy into his mouth, the wet sounds of his slippery snake-like tongue a symphony to her ears.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well...I’m gonna cum all over your fucking face.” She could not compress the way her body shuddered over him. This man was eating her alive. Her grip on that chain began to slip. She was falling prey to his nasty mouth but Y/N needed to redirect the situation. She started up the vibrations on his cock rings, Erik mumbling into her pussy now creating a new sensation.

“That fat dick of yours is ready to explode. I bet you shoot a lot of cum out that pretty dick, DONT you?” She rolled her hips over his mouth. Erik mumbles something incoherent. Y/N turns around, looking down at him with her kitty kat still in his mouth. His entire face was covered in her juices. She grabs a fist full of his dreads, using his face to give her pleasure. Y/N was wild with it and Erik was wild with his tongue. He glared at her and that angry face plus the way he ate her pussy had Y/N cumming hard. She allowed Erik to breathe, his moans and cursing coming out loud.

“Fuck, why are you torturing me? Just let a nigga cum!”

Y/N lowered the vibration, taking her lips to wrap around the tip of his dick. He weakly pumped his hips into her mouth. Y/N grabs his balls to rub down and squeeze.

“You are such a nasty bitch Mama.”

She felt his dick swell in her mouth. He was so close. The vein on the underside of his dick was filled with so much blood just like the rest of his dick. He could break the cock rings from how hard he was.

“You’re ready for cum?”

“Yesssss, pleaseeeee.”

She deprived him again.

“I SWEAR TO G-“

“Shut the fuck up,” she spoke through clenched teeth.

“You keep depriving a nigga! I’m ready to buss and you keep fucking playing with me!”

She laughed, Erik scowling at Y/N.

“You are so damn whiny, baby.”

She takes her finger to scoop up some of his pre-cum, placing that same finger on her tongue. After licking his essence off her finger, Y/N grabs the nipple clamps.

“You ready for more?” She spoke in a hushed tone. Erik gave her a defeat sigh. He had nowhere to go so of course he would hand to endure whatever she had in store for him. He rolls his eyes, squinting them at the nipple clamps.

“Does that shit hurt?”

“Says the guy with a bunch of tiny scars all over his torso.”

“I’ve only had them licked not...clamped.”

“Relax, mamas gonna take real good care of you.”

She takes the clamps, opening them and applying them to Eriks nipples. His eyebrows shot up into his wild dreads. She tugged lightly on the chains. Erik blinked rapidly before his chest began to rise from the bed a little.

“Ooooo, you like that, don’t you? And I thought I was the kinky one.” She tugged again.

“Tell me how much you like it and I’ll ride your dick.”

“But I still can’t cum?”

“Not unless I tell you to.”

“That’s bullshit,” Y/N pulled the chain to the clamps harder, causing Erik to hiss.

“You like pain...” she pulled and pulled, Erik’s mouth dropping open. She could feel his dick smacking her ass.

“Mmmm, I feel that dick hitting me. You tryna tell me something, baby boy?”

“I need some pussy,” He looked her dead in the eyes, “I need some pussy and I want to cum all over you for fucking with me like this.”

She smiles, “what else do you want to do?” She pulled again.

“I-shit-I wanna make you choke on my dick. You deserve that shit.”

“Fuck, I bet you’ll have him crying, wouldn’t you?”

“I’ll have you crying and gagging, mama,” Erik said with spite.

“Is that so? Too bad you won’t get the chance to fuck my mouth tonight.”

She pulled in a continuous motion, Erik’s grunts growing louder and louder.

“So...tell me...do you like it...no, better yet...do you love it?

“Hmm,” he grunts, “I love it.”

“How much?” She reaches behind him to stroke his balls with the tip of her nails.

“So...much.”

“Good boy,” she smiled with her black-painted lips, “If you love this you’ll definitely love my pussy sliding down that thick pole of yours.”

“Yesss.”

“Wet it allll up. I’m so wet for you...you made mama so proud tonight.”

“Yessss.”

“I wish you could touch me with those thick fingers...but I need complete control tonight.”

“Fuck, my fingers would be all in that pussy.”

Y/N gave Erik a sloppy kiss before straddling him again. She removed the cock rings, grabbing his dick at the base. She rubbed the tip of his dick along her sloppy wet folds before guiding him inside of her slowly. With each inch that sank inside of her, she would tighten her walls around him. The kegel exercises came in handy. Erik was biting his lip rather painfully. Finally all the way in, she flexed her walls around him causing Erik to moan out harshly. She grabbed the chain to his choker pulling it to lift his head so he could admire her.

“Look what you’re making me do,” she lifted to a squat to show him all the cream on his dick, “I am so...fucking...wet...I want to cry, it’s that good, baby.”

She started grinding on him, using the strength of her legs to hold her weight up. Erik was no more good. His arms would move up and down. He was really trying his best break free of those chains to grab her and probably fuck the shit out of her himself. She believed he’d have her cumming in seconds. Her ass clapped on him and her pussy made all the nasty sounds that he loved.

“Let me out of these fucking chains...shit, fuck, just let me out, mama, please.”

This is what she wanted. She wanted him to beg her.

“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” Y/N pulled on his collar each time he hit her g spot.

“You’re just using my fucking dick!!”

“Yes!!!” She moaned out.

“I swear to God I wanna beat your pussy down, mama.”

Just let him fuck the shit out of you

She wanted a taste and she successfully made him submit to her. He was moaning, groaning, begging, and sweating from working his muscles so much.

“God, just the thought of you fucking me has me cumming!” She shook over him, her pussy clamping his dick harder.

Fuck it, just let him have his fun.

She grabbed the key from the edge of the bed, reaching over his body to undo the chains. As soon as she unhooked the last one Erik had his hand around her neck. She took in a sharp breath before grabbing hold of the chain of his collar.

“You’re not playing fair,” she spoke with a light tone since he had her neck.

“Sorry, Mama, if I’m fucking that pussy I’m in charge.”

She made the biggest mistake yet. Erik was gonna show her why those girls she joked about earlier cried themselves to sleep when he wasn’t there to fuck them.

“No...you’re not...” she pushed him back down, before lifting her wet pussy off his dick. Erik let out a frustrated breath.

“I want you to fuck me with my ass in the air.” She got into position, Erik lifting his sweaty body to kneel behind her.

“You look sexy with a collar around your neck,” she said looking back at him over his shoulder.

“You love it, mama?” He was enjoying himself rubbing her ass and slapping it. His ankles were still chained to the bed so he had limited movement.

“Yes, I fucking love it,” she spread her ass cheeks to give him a better look, “you see what you did to me, baby boy? I want you to lick up the mess you created.”

Erik’s tongue attacked her wet puss. He sucked on her inner folds while jiggling her ass. She could cum right now. Y/N was happy she let those chains loose.

“FUCKK,” she started popping her pussy on his tongue, “You deserve to cum! Fuck, I want you to put that dick in me right now!”

Erik licked around his lips, lifting behind her to guide his dick back inside. He was balls deep in her pussy. She started clenching him, again and again, causing Erik to stroke her harder. He was deprived of cumming all night. This was going to be a huge load busting all over her. He was mesmerized by the way she threw it back on him. She was still fucking him even though he tried to fuck her.

“Slow down, mama, let me fuck this good pussy!”

She let him have his fun and the minute she did she was a moaning mess. Her body obeyed his every command. This was the best sex she’d ever had in a long time.

“Baby, you’re stretching me open with that thick dick!!! That’s it, keep fucking, mama! Give it to mama!”

“YES.” He growls.

That hungry sound he made. She was fucking a man who had increased stamina and strokes so powerful she felt it in her chest.

“OhmyGod. I’m cumming for you!” She let out a sharp moan. Erik was covered in her juices.

“Fuck, I’m about to nut,” Erik grabs her hips with force, “Is mama’s baby boy fucking that pussy like she wants?! Am I being a good boy with this big dick in mamas tight wet pussy?! Can I cum inside you, mama? I wanna buss all in this good pussy!”

“YES!!!” She shouts.

“Ahhhhh, damn!” He went deeper inside of her, shooting his load out and coating her walls. She spasmed beneath him when Erik pulled his dick out. He watched her cum mixed with his ooze out of her entrance and to the bed. Erik’s dick was still cumming. Y/N turned around, using her mouth to clean him off. His cum spilled on her tongue each time she sucked.

“Good Boyyy.” She praised him with cum on her lips, “You deserved to cum like this for me.”

Erik was spent. She used the fuck out of him tonight.

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Fifteen. Part 5

I am in actual shock still, I am really going to a Lakers game, but I am courtside, this is expensive, and I could never repay her back for this. Just looking at the price alone, I am shook. I really can’t believe she got me this, she knows how much I love Lakers and she did this, this has literally made my birthday already, I am so excited. I feel like a child all over again, I am keeping these tickets too. I am keeping it forever, this is memories “Christopher” my head snapped up, using my government “if you want to come with me” her designer waved me over, what does this white man want with me. I feel like I am in a twilight zone, this just doesn’t feel real to me at all, holding the tickets close as I followed the white man, I forgot his name, so he is called white man “just here” he entered Robyn’ fifth living room, I say fifth, I am being dramatic, but she has loads of rooms here. Robyn be scary me, so I am popping my head around the corner, looking behind the door “come in” he waved me in, it’s only me and him, what the hell “what is it?” I asked, seems a little lowkey for me, Robyn isn’t even here either so it’s a little weird for me “I just need to give you your outfit to wear, so we are going matching. I got this leather shirt, and this is armless outerwear” staring at him dumbfounded “you’re dressing me?” I questioned, he laughed “yes, Robyn requested” letting out on oh “what is your name again?” I asked “Mel” nodding my head “it’s a big day Chris” looking to the door, Robyn stood there looking at me “yeah” I dragged out “can I speak to Robyn alone?” I asked, he nodded his head walking off. Robyn walked into the room; I mean I am not going to complain. Moving back a little, looking down at the outfit “you said you would leave your ego at home” Robyn said, she said it before I even said anything to her.

I am pretty speechless “yeah” I dragged out “do I dress bad?” I asked, she laughed shaking her head “no, certain situation need this Chris” nodding my head “it’s too much, like I can only imagine how much this costs you. It’s a lot, now you are dressing me. I feel it’s too much already, you got me courtside when you could have sat me in the nosebleeds, and I would be happy with that. But then you are dressing me, I feel bad like the fuck? I look like I am taking from you” Robyn crossed her arms across her chest “you promised to not question things Chris, you can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep picking on things like this and question it. This is an event for you Chris, I want you and I to match, if you don’t then fine but I am going to be miserable” I sighed out, I can’t do this because it will upset her “how did you know my size?” I asked changing the topic “I was being sneaky in your closet, sent the details to Mel and he got the outfit for you, even me” I grinned, she is so sneaky “thank you” let me be appreciative “it’s ok, just don’t think of the what if’s, live in the moment. I want you to enjoy it Chris and I want you to take it in and have fun. Don’t think of the cameras, or even what is being said on the day, we have a little time so please get ready. Ok?” nodding my head, let me stop being ungrateful.

Staring at myself in the mirror, taking in a deep breath. This is it; this is where I get exposed and things get put out about me. I have deleted my Facebook, anything stupid on Twitter and Instagram, I have removed any bitch I been fucking with on there too because I don’t want them to start clout chasing on me, even though they will try it. Grabbing the jacket from the side, this shit is armless too. Putting it on, looking down at myself, this fit is dope actually. I look so light skinned though with this blonde hair, oh shit I can wear the chain my niggas got me. This will match, walking out of the bathroom. Robyn is getting changed in the other room, I don’t know why but she is. I think she is gossiping with her people while she gets changed, grabbing my duffle bag. Staring at the Timberlands, these shits are brand new too, do I keep these or give it back. Grabbing the box, I appreciate them so much for this. They didn’t need to get me anything, a simple happy birthday would be nice, but they did. I grinned opening the box, there is actually one thing I like about her family. They do everything together, like the whole showing me the gift they were there, they are very much united in everything they do and that is sweet to see.

Walking into the living room “awww look at his smile, you nervous?” Mel asked, I pulled a face “uhm a little. Where is Robyn?” I feel awkward to just walk in like that, I thought she would be here. Feeling a pair of hands on my torso “here” she walked by me, watching her do a little run. She is also wearing black, so we both wearing black “I left my mobile here, was it ringing” she is wearing a gold choker, she is exposing her stomach with the crop top she has on. She turned to me “uh yeah, a few times” Rajad answered, oh she got a body chain on too “we can go now, Frank is here to walk us” I don’t know who Frank is, Robyn walked by me “we will be watching you, show out!” Mel laughed saying “oh yeah, this going to be on TV. Man, I don’t know if I am ready for that” a hand on my arm “you will bring your ass out now, bye y’all!” Robyn spat dragging me out, I am going to be TV. This is big as fuck, I am shook “do you have a jacket?” she might get cold “I do, don’t worry about anything. Remember what I said, just enjoy yourself” Robyn said fixing the jacket on me, she checked me up and down “gold chain?” she pointed out “Barry and TJ bought it for me, it’s nice” I smiled wide “that is so cute, I love it. Right” she placed her hand on my chest “you look so handsome, we can go” I got Robyn’ seal of approval “I am Rihanna ready?” Robyn scoffed walking off “you are so silly” licking my lips looking at booty, she fine as hell.

Looking down at myself, I am not sure what to feel but I am excited that I am going to a basketball game. My first ever, I never ever got the chance to go to a game. Grinning to myself looking up to Robyn and she is already looking at me “you look happy?” she wrapped her arms around my arm “because you have literally made my childhood dream happen, it’s a little emotional. You know” let me pull it together “it’s ok to cry if you want?” looking ahead of me shaking my head “it’s just I wasn’t expecting it, you really got me courtside. I am about to see the legends there, I mean shit. I hope the ball hits my head” Robyn busted out laughing “but seriously, like I hope it does. I missed out on five years of my life, the moment where I should have been becoming a player myself, I should have been building myself, I am only getting to see these things now. I have lost a lot of my life, it’s emotional you are fulfilling that for me. Thank you, really. You didn’t have to do that” I am not doing no more emotional speeches “Chris, I know you. I know your likes and dislikes. We spent so much time together. I know like things have changed with you somewhat and I am learning those, but your passion is Basketball and when I thought I straight away said I will take him to see Lakers” I am a little teary eyed “thank you” Robyn pecked my lips and then wiped my lips just after, wiping the red lipstick “just have fun, that is my concern” smiling at Robyn, she is literally the best thing to have happened to me.

My eyes lit up “wow, Staples center!” I spat, the SUV stopped outside the building “we are just going to walk in Chris, so like don’t be stopping to be taking pictures” Robyn knows me “I won’t” Frank got out of the car and so did I like an excited child, I swear if Robyn would let me I would be running inside and taking so many pictures. I feel so giddy right now, I am outside staples fucking center. My dreams are literally becoming true, closing the SUV door staring “Chris” Robyn said my name, looking over at her “come, you look so excited” she knows it, this is amazing. Holding Robyn’ hand as we made our way to the building “you know if you let me I would be running inside” Robyn smirked “I know, I can see the excitement on your face, it’s adorable. It’s really made me feel proud that I can do this for you” there is a few people outside waiting to get in, just a few but they all stared in a daze seeing Robyn “if you look, there is paparazzi there. On your left” looking to my left, Frank got in my way though, blocking any view as these grown men rushed with cameras. Looking ahead of us “do we wait behind these?” I asked “no way” we walked by the group, security opened the door for us as we entered into the place.

I did assume Robyn would say no for me paying for drinks, but she didn’t, she let me, and I like that “thank you” the guy was staring behind me through the whole time, he didn’t look away at all and gave a questioning look, picking the drinks for us and turned to Robyn. I playfully pretended to drink her beer “hey” moving it back “I joke, I can hold it for you while we go to the seats?” Robyn nodded her head “he is going to walk us to our seats” I am so fucking excited; I can see the court from here “it’s quiet here?” I questioned “it’s courtside baby, we get have privacy to get drinks and food” letting an oh, of course they do “are we ready Miss Fenty?” the guy said, Robyn nodded her head. I don’t know how Robyn drinks beer, shit is nasty as hell “would you like me to hold your drinks?” he asked “no, I am ok thank you” smiling at him, walking behind Robyn as we left the bar area to sit down. I feel like I need a nervous pee again, I already had one but I need another. This is wild, I am going to be courtside, never in my wildest dreams did I think this would happen to me. I gasped to myself hearing the live crowd, the live sounds, the court is right there. I am so ducking excited, I am grinning wide as hell, let me watch where I am walking because I will end up falling just looking around like an idiot. My eyes widened seeing Anthony Davis, in the flesh just right there. Walking by a row of people, I feel like all eyes are on Robyn and probably thinking who the fuck is this nigga, I look like I am following her like a creep.

Robyn sat down and so did I feeling all nervous as hell, the guy walked off “thank you baby” Robyn took her drink from me, taking a sip of mine before placing it down. Looking to the side of my drink, Robyn just smirked at me “take off your outerwear” she is right, I should. Taking off my jacket “oh shit” Lebron fucking James, he just walked by me. Like I could touch him, placing my jacket on my seat. Looking up to see the people behind me just staring at me so foreign, like who the hell is this blonde nigga, let me turn back around. I am so damn nervous, like this is really happening “we just came on time, it’s starting soon” Robyn said “I know, good timing. People are looking at me crazy, they probably think I am your bestie” I chuckled sitting back in the chair “they soon won’t think that, try some” she held the beer to me, pulling a face “but that is just nasty, come on” she knows it is “try, come on. You ain’t tried it have you?” shaking my head “it smells horrible though” she isn’t going to drop it “fine, just a little bit” taking the drink from her, taking a sip of it. I gagged “see no, here” Robyn cackled at me; she knew that would happen to me.

“man!” I spat, that was close. I was going to sit back but Robyn is resting on me, she moved back “they better win, this is a big thing for me” Robyn chuckled “I am sure they will, let’s hope the little half time break will get them going, shall we get some snacks” nodding my head getting up “what’s good riri?” looking up seeing The Game, oh wow “hey, how are you” he walked by me, I mean who am I, of course he will. He hugged Robyn as she got up “good seeing you here, my son pointed you out screaming, he wanted to meet you” grabbing my jacket “aww look at you handsome boy, come here” she hugged him, putting my jacket “whats up homie” is The Game speaking to me, I look stupid right “what’s up” dapping him “see you got your hug from riri now, he can go and tell his friends. He goes can she be my girlfriend dad” Robyn giggled “baby maybe when you’re old enough, good seeing you though” she hugged The Game again, I am shocked The Game even touched me, like he said hi to me.

Resting back on the seat, placing my arm behind Robyn’ as she rested into me “you seem so light skinned with blonde hair” she touched my cheek, I even noticed that “I am, it’s even worse like this” I feel like a fanboy, I really want to go up to Lebron, I seen him look at Robyn a few times and she was fangirling, not shocked because I am also doing the same. My ears perked up as the announcer shouted Rihanna’ name, looking up at the Jumbotron screen, oh I feel flushed now. Robyn just laughed, I am on the big fucking screen and the millions of people watching this. This feels like a lifetime right now, they not moving this shit “they thinking who the hell this albino nigga on the screen” I said in Robyn’ ear, she laughed shaking her head and they still ain’t moved it. I am glad they moved it before kiss cam came on, no sir. Not doing that, I won’t tell Robyn that. Robyn moved off of me, leaning forward, I also moved forward but she grabbed the popcorn, she placed it between us “man, I am hungry” grabbing some popcorn “you barely eat, liar!” she spat “and?” she pointed at me “you don’t eat, liar!” she is so livid I said hungry “you want me to gain weight?” I asked, I think she does “I like you the way you are, you are adorable” she pinched my cheek, pulling a face as she did.

Bopping my head as We Found Love came on as the minute break happened, placing my hand on Robyn’ leg “turn away cause I need you more” I sang in her ear, Robyn moved her head back laughing “ugh, stop that” she reached over my lap grabbing crotch “ah” I leaned forward laughing “now be quiet” she rested her arm on my shoulder “smile at Lebron, get him to say hi to me�� feeling Robyn touch the back of my ear, she ain’t listening to me and is doing her own thing. Catching the camera just right in our faces, Robyn moved back from me “pay me to do that” sitting back looking over at her “pay you, ma’am. I can pay you in fingers?” holding my hand up “fingers?” she said confused “yeah, the middle one? That works the best” she giggled placing her hand over my mine “stop that! But I will be happy with that” she winked at me, I knew it would be “if they don’t win then I am going to blame you, you’re the bad vibe” of course she would say that, maybe she is right because they have been playing good all that time.

I really wish the results was different, but it is what it is, I leave the Lakers game with them not winning but Robyn shot up to go quickly before the mad rush. Holding Robyn’ hand as we left the arena, I just felt nerves hit over me because there is a group of paparazzi, even bigger then before “Rihanna! Is this your new boyfriend!? Rihanna!” they all rushed to us, I rushed ahead and I feel like I am dragging Robyn “it’s ok” I heard behind me, she knows I am feeling it right now because these niggas are just chasing us to the car, I do not like this at all “Robyn” Jen waved at Robyn, I let her hand go “boo” do I just go into the car or wait, Robyn hugged Jen “good seeing you, come to the home soon. Come” Robyn waved me over, I feel protective because I don’t like how these niggas with cameras are close as fuck, they don’t need to be this close to her “looking beautiful Rihanna!” one shouted, Frank moved back and gestured for me to get inside.

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asexual-hugger · 3 years ago

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The moment Allison reaches her parents’ house, the Christmas display of lights lining the porch railings and the outside catches her eye. Even the small plants on the stoop have strings of lights wound around them, and the Santa sleigh with the reindeer and Allison’s Christmas Olaf from the movie Frozen are set out in the front yard. Her father had once again gone all out.

“Does your family decorate like this every year?” Detective Sinclaire is looking at the decorations with amazement.

“Basically, yes,” Allison answers. “Dominic gave me the Olaf the year after Frozen came out in theaters, and it’s been used as a Christmas tradition here ever since.”

“Oh!” Sinclaire seems to notice the snowman after a moment. “Oh. Wow! I didn’t even see him! He’s adorable!”

“I know, right?” Allison gushes. “He’s my favorite character in the whole movie. Dominic said he saw him at the Disney store and thought of me right away. My mum made the Santa hat and scarf for him.”

“That was so thoughtful of your brother to do that,” Sinclaire remarks. “I never even knew Olaf was your favorite. I was going to guess Elsa, since you seem to be into the songs and the dresses.”

“Wellllll, maaaaaybeeee Elsa is my second favorite.” Allison puts on an innocent expression and shrugs. “It’s kind of hard to choose, to be honest, but if I were to make a choice, my number one would be Olaf. He’s got so much personality and in some ways reminds me of myself.”

She grins at him widely and knocks on the door. Voices can be heard from inside, and then footsteps. The knob turns and a young man with slightly tousled dark hair opens it, staring out at her.

“She’s here!” he cries out.

“Hello, Harry.” Allison greets her second oldest brother with a smile. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you, little sis.” Harry McQueen smiles widely and wraps his arms tightly around her. “How’ve you been? Where’ve you been? We’ve been waiting for you for what feels like an eternity!”

“Sorry; I got held up in the town square,” Allison tells him as he releases her. “I got distracted by the big tree and all the decorations. It’s my fault. I hope I didn’t keep you guys waiting too long. I texted Mum and Dad to say I didn’t know when I’d be coming over. Am I allowed inside or are you going to stay out here interrogating me on the invisible witness stand?”

“Sorry.” Harry backs up and opens the door all the way. “Come on in. You must be freezing!” He beckons her in almost desperately and then his eyes fall on her guest. “Er...what’s going on? Who’s the dude?”

Stranger Danger. Allison had warned Detective Sinclaire that her brothers would ask questions. This was most likely the start of it.

“Harry, meet my boss, Detective Ernest Sinclaire,” Allison says proudly before things get awkward. “Detective, my second oldest brother, Harry McQueen. Attorney.”

Detective Sinclaire steps forward and grins at the older sibling. “What she said,” he states, digging into his heavy layers and pulling out his lanyard to flash his badge. “Ernest Sinclaire, Private Investigator. You’ve probably heard of me from your sister. We work together at Ledford Park Detective Agency.”

“Private investigator, huh?” Harry narrows his eyes, almost suspiciously. “You look awfully young. In fact, you look almost the same age as Allison. Are you pulling my leg?”

“I assure you, I am not,” Sinclaire answers confidently. “I am indeed your sister’s employer, and believe me, you are not the first one to notice my youthful appearance. I may be young, but I am quite capable of running an entire detective business on my own. Consider me a self-made man. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Allison has told me great things about you and your elder brother Dominic.”

“I would believe she has.” Harry eyes his younger sister protectively. “All I can say is, sir, if you are truly a private detective, then you’d know my brother and I do not take kindly to strangers harassing our only sister.”

“Detective Sinclaire has never touched a hair on my head, Harry,” Allison announces firmly. “I already warned him about your Brother Code. He knows that he has to earn the Older Brother Seal of Approval in order to get out of the Stranger Danger zone. If you have doubts, Mum, Dad and Kade will back him up, since they met him last summer when I came home to help on the farm. Believe me when I tell you this: Detective Sinclaire is the most trustworthy, honest man I’ve ever met, and he would never hurt me on any account. This isn’t the courthouse. This is our family home, so drop the lawyer act and let us inside. Please.”

She looks back at her boss and gives him a firm, confident nod.

“Harry? What is going on out there? Is Allison here yet?” Allison recognizes her mother’s voice from inside. “What’s taking so long?”

“She’s here, Mum,” Harry calls, stepping aside to let his sister in. He continues to give Sinclaire a long, hard look, following his movements closely. “She brought some guy. Says he’s her boss. Did you know anything about this?”

“Oh! Is it that sweet detective???” There is bustling from around the corner, and Lady Eleanor McQueen appears, her long evening gown twirling around her ankles. “Well, hello there, Detective! Now, Harry, I do hope you are being respectful to your sister’s guest! Let them in, for goodness sakes! It is deathly cold outside!”

Allison and Detective Sinclaire wipe their snowy boots on the front mat in the hall and Allison gives her mother a warm hug.

“Merry Christmas, Mum; it’s so good to see you,” she says.

“Merry Christmas, dear,” Lady Eleanor answers. “I am so glad you could come back for the holidays. And you,” she adds, turning to look at Sinclaire. “I did hope you’d come back as well. You just keep looking better each time I see you. Your cheeks are so flushed!” She places her hands on each side of his face and holds them there for a few seconds. “What have you two been doing out there? Your skin is absolutely frozen, young man!”

“I am feeling very warm, I assure you, Lady McQueen,” Sinclaire explains, looking rather embarrassed at being caught in the grip of Allison’s mother with Allison standing next to him. “I spent a lot of time indoors. It’s your daughter you should be worried about. She looked even colder than I did when I met up with her. We’re both fine; we just needed to get out of the cold. I am very sorry if I made the wrong impression on your son.”

“Nonsense,” Lady Eleanor insists, dismissing him. “Harry is just looking out for his younger sister. He and Dominic have always been that way. It’s in their blood. They carry their father’s courage. Family ties, you know. I’ll have a talk with him and Dom later on about it. You are a guest in this house. As long as Allison feels comfortable with you, I do, too. She could have brought home someone much, much worse. Speaking of which, Dominic should be in the living room with Kade, and I haven’t any idea where my husband went. Come on in and say hello.”

Allison leads the way into the living room, where her oldest brother, Dominic, is entertaining Kade with a model airplane and some flight stories about his latest mission.

“Well, go ahead and tell the story of the famous Air Captain McQueen without bringing your little sister into it,” she remarks good-naturedly.

Dominic McQueen, Air Captain, pauses the story and puts the model plane down on the coffee table the moment he hears her voice.

“Junior Commander!” He gets up off the floor and races over to her, tackling her in a giant bear hug. He squeezes her tightly to his chest, kissing the top of her head.

“Hello to you, too, big bro.” Allison giggles.

“Man; I haven’t seen you in MONTHS!” Dominic remarks, pulling away and gripping her shoulders to study her. “You look great, sis. How’s the jungle treating you?”

“Oh, you know; it’s London,” Allison responds. “Big city life and all that. I’ve been hard at work running errands and helping my boss with case files. Whom, by the way, I brought with me to introduce you. I texted you and Harry to let you know he was coming, although Harry seems like he didn’t have time to read the message. Dom, I’d like you to meet...”

“Pleasure to meet you. Ernest Sinclaire, Private Investigator.” Sinclaire pulls out his badge and exchanges pleasantries before Allison can finish, smiling and extending his hand towards Dominic. “You must be Dominic, the eldest McQueen. Allison’s told me a great deal about you. I hear you’re a pilot?”

“I am indeed.” Dominic gives the newcomer a look almost similar to the one Harry had given him. “And you’re a cop. With a badge.”

“Don’t forget the pistol and handcuffs, too,” Allison adds. “He’s the real deal, Dom. I’ve been working under him for the past three years as his personal assistant. He has his own business in London. Ledford Park Detective Agency. He may be young, but he’s a very savvy businessman.” She sneaks a wink at Sinclaire.

“Thank you, Miss McQueen.” Sinclaire blushes under the praise, although he looks proud at her glowing recommendation. “Yes, it’s everything she said,” he says to Dominic. “I’m a private investigator with my own detective business, and I hired your sister to work for me after I learned she was studying criminal justice. Apparently she wants to be a crime scene investigator.”

“We know that, bud.” Harry appears almost out of nowhere. “Don’t think we don’t know our own sister, and yes, Allison, I did get your text message. I’ve just been so swamped with work that I haven’t had a chance to really read it. Boss or not, Mr. Private Investigator better not be taking advantage of his police skills to investigate YOU, and I mean that in more ways than one.”

“Harry!” Allison cries out.

“He does have a point,” Dominic states. “Tell me, Detective. You say my little sister is your personal assistant. What exactly do you have her do?”

“It’s simple stuff, really,” Sinclaire explains. “She goes on errands, helps me with case files, organizes my schedules. It’s nothing bad. I’d never, ever put her in harm’s way without my being there to protect her. I know how much you two love her. She’s told me all about it already.”

“So she’s your slave then.” Harry frowns. “Don’t try and argue with me, Detective, but the way you’re describing her job, it’s definitely slave labor to me. Why does she do errands and organize your schedules? Is she your secretary or your assistant?”

“Harry, I really enjoy it,” Allison insists. “It’s not what you think it is at all. I’m not his slave. The reason he has me do certain things is because he doesn’t have the time to do everything himself. He’s the big boss man. It’s kind of to be expected. He’s got enough on his plate dealing with phone calls and emails all day from elite clients hiring his services. He gets paid very well. Did you know he’s the most popular P.I. in his field? People all over the place call in to his office asking for his help on cases. He’s basically the Sherlock Holmes of the 21st century.”

“I thought that was Benedict whatshisface,” Kade calls out from the couch.

“You know what I mean,” Allison replies. “And how’s it going with you, bugger? I haven’t even greeted you yet. How silly of me! You remember Detective Sinclaire, right?”

“Sure I do!” Kade answers enthusiastically. “After you guys left last summer, Mum and Dad couldn’t shut up about you. You remember me, right, Detective?”

“I do,” Sinclaire responds, winking at him. “How are you doing, Kade? You’re looking well. I see you got the cast off your foot. I’m so glad you’re walking again.”

“Yeah, I am, too,” Kade responds gratefully. “It took months, but they finally took it off. I’m pleased to announce that I am all healed up and walking around like a normal person. Mum said that she hopes I can keep it like that, although she knows me. Kade the Klutz. I can never go for one day without tripping over something.”

“I am happy for you,” Sinclaire tells him. “Elated, actually. It must be wonderful to not have that crutch on you. You definitely look healthier than I saw you last.”

“So how much of that money you earn goes to my sister?” Dominic is speaking. “I’m guessing that you pay her a percentage of what your clients pay you, right? What kind of clients hire your services? Private investigators are not common and therefore very expensive. We don’t get very many rich folks around these parts.”

“He’s got plenty of rich clients,” Allison answers, “and it doesn’t matter how much I get paid. I’m not working for the money. I’m working for the experience and the enjoyment. It’s just like you fly in your plane for enjoyment and Harry works cases at the courthouse for enjoyment. It’s always about more than money. Mum and Dad taught us that.”

“Sure they did,” Harry states. “And while I do enjoy being a lawyer, it’s also equally important to make a living. Mum and Dad taught us that, too.”

“So, since you’re a high-and-mighty detective with a badge and gun, and that’s cool and all, it still doesn’t excuse you for any harm you might put our sister in,” Dominic warns. “You got that, buster? I’d better not be hearing that you’re taking advantage of Allison the next time I get an update. London is a big city. Lots of crazies. Being a police officer proves nothing. Cops can hurt people just as much as anyone can. You’d best be using that pistol and handcuffs for protecting my sister and not throwing yourself on her. You don’t know what we McQueens are capable of doing to those that bring harm to our younger ones. I’ve had plenty of physical training in my pilot’s license program, and you can bet Harry can pack a punch on an unsuspecting citizen just like he does in the courtroom on murder trials.”

“I’ve got it loud and clear, Mr. McQueen,” Sinclaire answers, not even flinching. Being a private investigator also means getting used to threats. “As I said, I’m a detective. I’m certified to protect those I care about. Nothing bad will happen to your sister as long as I’m around. I won’t let it. I never leave anywhere without my pistol. I’ve got it holstered right now under my jacket, and I already told Allison that if anyone tries to hurt her on my watch, they’re going to be looking down its barrel in a flash.”

“How much of a flash?” Harry demands. “Can you be fast enough?”

“I’ve got a quick-draw arm,” Sinclaire answers. “Meaning that I’m fast as fast goes. My mates at the academy used to call me The Flash. I can pull out my pistol the second a lightning bolt streaks across the sky.” He stands in front of Allison in a protective stance. “I swear to both of you that I will keep your sister safe. Scout’s honor.”

“Is everyone ready for dinner?” Lady Eleanor’s voice calls from the kitchen. “The turkey is almost out of the oven. I expect all of you to get along at the table. This is Christmas. Detective, I have placed a chair right next to Allison for you to sit. You aren’t vegetarian, are you?”

“I am not,” Sinclaire answers. “I love meat. And thank you for the seating assignment.” He looks into Allison’s eyes and nods towards the dining room. “Are you ready for dinner? I’m getting famished.”

“I’m definitely ready,” Allison answers. “I was just going to ask Mum if you could sit next to me, but it looks like she was one jump ahead. We have a huge feast every year for Christmas. There’s something for everyone, so if you don’t like turkey, there are plenty of other choices.”

“I can already tell it’s going to be wonderful,” Sinclaire comments. “I don’t think I’ll be disappointed with the selection. I’m not a picky eater.”

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday to Me Pt 9

I slapped my face a couple of times and shook it hard to clear myself up. When we went back to join the others we found that they had already cut the cake and had started to eat it. A-Yuan was demanding everyone eat some.

“It’s so yummy!!” he said happily. And then he looked over and saw me coming back and scrambled over to me as fast as he could with a piece of cake.

“Xian-Ge! You have to!” he said, offering a forkful of the cake to me. I crouched down and gobbled up the bite with a loud “OMN” sound, making him giggle.

As I knew it would be, the cake was the most delicious cake ever created.

“Lan Zhan, you have to taste this!” I said, offering him a bit off the same fork. I barely finished my sentence before he’d taken the bite, not even bothering to take the fork out of my hands.

And then as I was considering the fact that I’d accidentally created a cliche ‘indirect kiss’ situation, the asshole had to go and lick his lips in the sexiest display I have ever seen in my life.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

I managed to smile at him as he nodded his approval at me. I REALLY hope he hasn’t noticed how much I was blushing that day. Ugh. I’m a mess.

I took Lan Zhan’s hand after that and decided we should officially rejoin the party. Walking turned into challenge mode as it often did when A-Yuan was around, because he grabbed onto my jeans as I walked.

I’ve had more than one close call with that kid in regards to almost kicking him in the damn face. Ugh.

I stood a bit behind Lan Zhan to hopefully hide how red and gross my eyes were from all that crying. Fortunately everyone was further distracted by SangSang asking for the first brave soul to go up to sing.

Unwilling to stop touching Lan Zhan, I pulled on his shoulders a bit so I could rest my chin on them. I pressed my cheek against his neck and asked him what he was going to sing.

He shrugged, which was weird with my head on his shoulders but I was not to be dislodged. This close I could feel the heat coming off his poor red ears.

I decided NOT to remind him that this was HIS idea. XD

Surprisingly enough, it was DaGe who stomped up on stage first. Never would have pegged him as the musical type!

He further shocked and wowed the crowd by not only singing something from Frank Sinatra, or at least something that sounds like him ( I have no idea what singer sings what. Don’t AT me!) but singing it WELL! He’s got this really deep like slightly raspy kind of voice when he sings. It sounded so GOOD! Talk about a tough act to follow! Fuck I thought karaoke was supposed to be for people BAD at singing!

His song ended up competing against uproarious cheers and whoops, led by Lan Xichen and the kids who easily out-shouted us. (For such a quiet man, Lan Xichen has some PIPES when he wants to be loud!)

A-Ling and A-Yuan somehow ended up on the little podium with him so that they could cheer and dance around him. I can’t imagine they cared either way for the song, but they definitely enjoyed the excuse to scream. Clearly amused, DaGe knelt down to sing TO them, much to their delight. I couldn’t help but laugh as Wen Ning even joined in, pulling the kids a bit further away for safety and twirling in a circle with them in some fun made up dance.

The song finally ended with a flourish and a bow and much more screaming. When he looked up he seemed to lock eyes with Lan Zhan who immediately looked ready to just book it. He looked even more prepared to bolt when SangSang joined his brother on the stage.

And just like those creepy twins from The Shining, they asked Lan Zhan to sing with them.

And not just sing

Oh no.

They asked him to sing Celine Dion with them.

I may or may not have secretly taken a picture on my phone that I will cherish forever. Just sayin.

He didn’t move at all until Lan Xichen practically shoved him up there. He looked at me for help, but I wasn’t gonna pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity. No way in Hell! So I help his brother push. Just to seal the deal I used his own words against me. The ones from when I was sick.

“Do it for me!”

I know I’m an asshole but how could I not?

I didn’t know his spine COULD bend that much. He slumped forward onto the stage, looking utterly defeated.

Honestly I felt so bad about it I was about to go up and pull him back, but I was too late. The song had started.

Turns out it wasn’t a Celine Dion song.

It was THE Celine Dion song.

Titanic theme BBY!

DaGe draped his arm over Lan Zhan’s shoulders, probably to keep him from running, as Nie Huaisang started off the song with as much over the top passion and drama as is demanded by law for that song. He said something to him but I couldn’t hear it over SangSang’s lovely crooning.

And then it was Nie Duet. For once I actually could believe they were brothers! Their shit-eating grins were identical as they pingponged poor Lan Zhan between them with their nudging, trying to get him to sing too.

Eventually he gave in and between the three of them they made the most amazing, wonderful show I’ve ever seen. Lan Zhan even got into it eventually as he and SangSang practically screamed gracelessly into the microphones.

Amazingly enough, it was DaGe who managed to hit all the high notes. Did he have fucking lessons or something? How??????

I don’t think I’ve ever come CLOSE to seeing Lan Zhan acting that… SILLY before! Oh. He ended up looking like he was having SO much fun. It was so wonderful. I wish he could have that much fun every day of his life!

He looked a bit meek again after the song ended so I hugged him tight after he got off stage. Meanwhile his older brother was pushing his way ON to the stage. Apparently it was his turn now.

I was trying not to laugh again, afraid he’d think I was making fun of him like he clearly thought before. I didn’t do a great job of it because he told me to go ahead and laugh. “I know it’s lame.”

Oh that got me going, though not in the guffaws that threatened earlier. I chuckled at him for being adorable and told him it wasn’t lame at all. I told him I was just happy to see him acting so damn silly and that I’d love to see it again.

He pulled back to look at me and I could only start laughing again. A real in the gut laugh. It was good. So good. It was like it cleared up the last of the sobbing I’d done earlier. I felt so much better.

“That song though,” I said, not able to resist teasing him as I put my head on his shoulder again. “I was NOT expecting that one. Celine Dion? Really??”

And then he pinched my side. Probably trying to tickle me. It did a little but that’s a dangerous game to play when the tickler themselves is QUITE ticklish and the ticklee KNOWS it.

I pinched him back in the exact same way he pinched me and he lept back so fast it was like a cat jumping out of a bath! And even better, he stumbled RIGHT into the peacock. (brief heart attack because the peacock had at some point stolen A-Lian from her mother, but my precious niece was perfectly fine. )

He gave Lan Zhan a LOOK like his patience was seriously being tested, but sighed in the end and offered him A-Lian in what looked very much like a peace offering than anything else.

“At least you’ll be more careful with her, I hope,” he said in the most threatening tone I think I’ve ever heard from a bird.

And then Lan Zhan proved he had no qualms with stooping to the lowest of lows by using my beloved niece as a SHIELD while calling for a truce! He held her up so she was standing on his lap and her face covered his and he wiggled her arms all adorable.

And A-Lian just gave me those doe eyes that she learned from her mother and collaborated with him!

So I did the only thing I could do. I shuffled closer, bracing one hand against Lan Zhan’s neck, and tickled my traitor niece instead. She squealed and squirmed, her face turning cherry pink!

When MianMian and Qin Su started singing some spice girls or destiny’s child or some song or other, A-Lian started to wiggle to it even though I’d stopped tickling her.

“You like that music?” I heard Lan Zhan say as he took her by the hands to help her keep her balance as he wiggled along with her. He sounded so warm and happy.

But then I made a mistake. I looked at Lan Zhan again. And oh that FUCKING FEELING came back.

No! I’m good with being an uncle! I don’t need more!

My life is a MESS. I can’t even take care of myself! How am I supposed to think about…

But then if he was with me…

NO!

He’s NOT with me! This is just idle fantasy and I SHOULDN’T be daydreaming about it! YOU KNOW BETTER WEI YING.

Besides even if that were… a thing. It’s kinda putting the cart before the horse.

One step at a time. If we ever do actually make it past step one THEN we can start thinking of… what would that be. Step 15?????????????????????????????????????????

UGH.

He was looking at her with such a tender expression. It made my heart squeeze with want so hard it almost hurt.

I grabbed a glass of wine and downed it to help keep my mind away from such dangerous fantasies.

“I didn’t know you were so good with kids,” I said once the burn of the alcohol had settled in my stomach.

“I didn’t know either,” Lan Zhan said. Do Lans not have kids? I suppose he’s probably spent most of his time with his brother, and he doesn’t have kids so maybe that makes sense.

“Maybe A-Lian is just that good with adults,” he continued after a thoughtful pause, making me snicker. I leaned in to kiss my niece’s chubby (and admittedly kinda sticky) cheek and she giggled, making my heart squeeze again.

Then she made grabby hands at me to pick her up! ;dklsjf;saj I must have done something right because she doesn’t ask for me very often! So naturally I scooped her up immediately. Lan Zhan seemed unwilling to give her up, not that I blame him, and held her a little longer even though she was secured in my arms already.

Eventually he did let go though, saying he was going to get more cake. I made A-Lian wave at him as he got up and asked him to bring me a slice of the cocai--cake too.

#Wei Ying #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #the untamed #cql #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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johannstutt413 · 4 years ago

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The Doctor looked up at his office door as the unmistakable knock of Hoshiguma pounded against it. He smiled to himself. “It’s open.”

“Good afternoon, Doctor.” She took a deep breath as she came in. “Are you busy right now?”

“Not too busy for you. How’re the ladies treating you?”

Hoshi smirked despite herself. “That’s why I’m here, actually...They sent me as the ambassador.”

“Let me guess,” he replied, spinning his chair around. “It’s about having me join in, right? I admire the dedication, but honestly, I’ve got a lot on my plate as it is. Besides, they do know I don’t go for that kind of thing, right?”

“I know that, but they don’t. That’s why they sent me.”

The Doctor chuckled. “Gotcha, gotcha. It’ll have to wait a bit, either way; I’m in some hot water with Kal’tsit over what happened with Amiya the other night, and I think Gravel wants me to see her again pretty soon.”

“You’re a busy man, I get that.” The oni pulled a badge out from a back pants pocket. “That’s why I’m giving you this and calling it a successful mission.”

“What is this?”

She smiled. “A token, redeemable for one night with three of Lungmen’s finest. I don’t know the terms and conditions on it - or hell, if it’s even just one-use - but try not to lose it. If the force found out I lost my badge doing something like this, it won’t look good for us, you know?”

“I’d hate to make you look bad, if that’s even possible...Tell you what: give me a week, and I should have a clear night in my schedule.”

“Like I said, you’ve got time.” Hoshiguma winked at him. “Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor. Just let me know a couple days ahead of time.”

He watched her leave with a pang of regret mixed in with the satisfaction. “Will do, Hoshi...will do.”

Four days later, the Doctor called her into his office just at the end of his shift; judging by the way he looked when she came in, he’d had a rough time the past few days. “I uh...I may have fucked up.”

“The womanizing head of HR and Tactics encountering a problem? Surely not.” The demonic smile on her face was icing on the shit cake that had been his past few days.

“Turns out that trying to sleep with every available co-worker has consequences.” He sighed. “What’s even worse is then trying to back-pedal with the few who didn’t mind as much so long as I gave them attention. You girls wouldn’t happen to be hiring at Lungmen, would ya?”

Hoshi shook her head. “Not at the office, no. We do have a position for you open, though...”

“That’s why I called you in, actually. This weekend work for them, you think?”

“Should be fine, yeah.” She chuckled. “It’s really been that bad?”

He started sweating just thinking about it. “I think I need a bodyguard.”

“I can always do that, you know. Happy to help a lover out.”

“I’ll take you up on that as well, then.” The Doctor sighed. “Actually, that takes a load off my mind. No one would think of stepping up to you, even to get at me.”

Hoshiguma laughed. “Thanks.”

“I mean it, though. That shield, that horn, that glare you use...those abs...” He hit the side of his head with his palm, knocking him out of his daydream.

“That reminds me...” She stepped around his desk. “There was another reason the girls sent me by myself the first time.”

The Doctor’s eyes took their time wandering up to hers. “Oh, really?”

“They didn’t want to hear me say it in person, but they knew I’d have to ask, so...you’re free tomorrow night, right?”

“Hell, I’m free tonight.”

Hoshi’s smile took a turn. “Good - that’ll be two nights for the two of us, then.”

“You’re kidding me.” He snorted. “That’s way too perfect to be true.”

“They first had the idea because you were going to be my date that night while they went out together, after all. One night would’ve been enough to get me to share properly, but I’ll be more than happy for a second on top of it.”

The Doctor got up from his chair, still just an inch shorter than her on his feet. “Well, in that case...You wanna grab dinner first?”

“Takeout sounds good right about now.” Hoshiguma smirked. “Before that, though, you wouldn’t mind giving me a taste in advance, would you?”

“Not one bit.”

She wrapped her arms around him, an impossible-to-escape hold around his waist which meant her chest pressed against him just enough for them to notice as their lips met. Hoshi pulled back after what felt to the Doctor like not nearly long enough. She smiled at the lost look in his eye. “Can’t ruin my appetite, can I? We’ve got all night, Doctor.”

“You’re right...” He sighed as he pulled his jacket on and they walked towards the door. “Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.”

A couple days later, Hoshiguma walked through the threshold of Ch’en’s apartment, the Doctor in tow. “Oh, girls! Guess who I brought home with me~”

“Hey, Doctor!” Swire waved from the couch. “Not gonna lie, it’s kind of weird seeing you outside of business hours.”

“Heh, yeah, same here. Thanks for letting me borrow Hoshi the past couple nights.” His hand was firmly locked in hers, and frankly, it felt...right. More than it had with anyone else, honestly.

Ch’en walked out of the bedroom, stretching with a yawn. “You brought her back in one piece, I assume?”

“...How you would even...” His thoughts drifted back to the past couple of nights, and he couldn’t imagine a single scenario like that. “So, uh, quick confession - I’m really a one-girl-at-a-time kind of guy, so-”

“Oh, that’s fine, Doc. We are, too.” Seemingly to emphasize this, Swire leaned her head over the back of the couch for Ch’en to kiss.

The Doctor could feel his mind glazing over. “Alright, then. Have you guys eaten it? I was thinking of ordering a pizza or two.”

“We’ll chip in for cheesy bread,” the Feline agreed, “but you make the call.”

“Sounds fair...Can I sit down?”

The girls shared a glance and a chuckle with various degrees of volume. Ch’en gestured to the couches vaguely. “Anywhere is fine, Doctor.”

“Thanks.” He relaxed into the couch next to Swire and made the call, all the while her tail moving in front of and away from him playfully. Once he’d placed their order, he grinned at her. “You know, I’ve gotten pretty good at reading a Feline’s mood by her tail.”

“Oh, really? What does mine tell you?” She smiled as it continued to do as before.

The Doctor reached his hand out, and it coiled around his wrist when it made contact. “You’re looking forward to this, too, I take it.”

“The girls around base have a lot to say about you,” Swire shrugged. “It’ll be fun to see how much of it’s true.”

“About eighty percent,” Hoshi called from the kitchen.

He grimaced. “I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”

“Both,” she replied. “You drink vodka, Doctor?”

“I’d rather not tonight. This isn’t quite a first for me, but...I kinda want to remember it.”

Ch’en leaned over the couch between him and Swire. “You enjoyed the past couple of days that much?”

“I mean, I did, but...” He looked at each of them in turn. “Look, I’ve been with a lot of women since coming back - and, I’m not ashamed to admit, a couple of men as well - and yet I can’t say that I’ve felt like this before. I’m both not worried about tonight, but also incredibly paranoid about living up to three of you’s expectations, if that makes any sense? It’s a weird feeling for me.”

“If you’re man enough for Hoshi, Doctor, I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

The oni flashed him a thumbs-up. “He has my seal of approval.”

“I do?” He scratched at his neck. “I was kind of wondering how long that would be there.”

“Hoshi, is this a thing you do? Mine’s been there since that first night - should I be worried?” Swire asked as Ch’en had the same realization.

She shrugged. “Anyone comes around with ideas, they’ll know who they have to get through to get to you. That’ll be the pizza.”

“I’ll get it!” Ch’en dashed over to the front door. “Good evening...He’s on the couch right there, see?...Thank you. Have a nice night.” She set six boxes on the table. “This ought to be enough for the four of us. Thanks for buying, Doctor.”

“It’s honestly the least I can do for you all...especially after the turn this week took.”

Hoshiguma snorted. “Girls, this man’s been through the romance ringer, let me tell you-”

“I’d rather you not,” he requested. “I’ll do the honors over pizza.”

“Alright...At least let me make the joke I did the other night, though.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes as they gathered around the boxes and he grabbed a paper plate. “Sure, if you really think it was that good.”

“You laughed at it.” She smirked. “Or was that just the afterglow talking?”

“Wait, that was after?...Wow, I must’ve been absolutely fried, then. How the hell do I remember that...”

Ch’en shared a glance with Swire. “They really do get along, don’t they?”

“There’s a reason we picked him out for her,” the Feline winked. “Now scoot over; I can’t get to the anchovies if you’re standing in front of the box.”

[From here, you’ll have to use your imagination...Suffice to say, good times were had by all.]

#arknights #hoshiguma (arknights)#ch'en (arknights)#swire (arknights)#eventually we will reach a critical mass #doctor x everyone at once #...i wonder if this is the same Doctor as from Movie Night?#i feel like this one wouldn't have been free that night #but maybe i'm wrong #not exactly well versed in the fuck-as-many-women-as-possible lifestyle after all #maybe sometimes you just wanna watch a movie #who knows #i don't #...i'm rambling #arknights fic

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kelyon · 4 years ago

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(fanfic ask meme) 8 and 18!

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

The issue right now isn’t so much bravery as it is time. Golden Rings is my priority and every other fic (except for Nephila and Her Angel and maybe some one-shots) is going to have to wait its turn.

That being said, I don’t know what my major project will be after Golden Rings (which is to say, what fic will premiere on the first Friday of 2022). One of my major ideas (Dark One Belle deals for Spinner Rumple to be her plaything) doesn’t require a lot of bravery. The other two (an omegaverse/sex trafficking AU and a fic where a crossdressing Killian Jones is the third party in a Rumbelle bdsm throuple) would both require a bit of bravery on my part.

But that’s a question for next year.

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method?

So Golden Cuffs was the first major fic I’ve ever ever written, and the first piece of any writing I’ve put out there for the public. I pre-wrote that fic for a year before I posted the first chapter to AO3. My original goal was that since I’ve got a whole first draft already written, I can just post a chapter a week without actually writing anything new--maybe a little editing, but nothing too intense.

That didn’t work out.

As it happens, writing a story for a year makes you a better writer! Early on, I made changes that I would then have to follow through on, with ripple effects that spread across the whole fic. I knew “draft zero” was a starting point when I began, but now I look at it as mostly a glorified outline. From the first chapters of Golden Cuffs, I knew that I would have to re-write every chapter that would come after that. And the fic is better for it.

Several thousand words later, drafting is a lot easier. I find myself going into writing traps but then correcting them while I’m drafting. I used to get my wife to beta for me because I didn’t know if what I had was really working. Now I mostly use her as a seal of approval. There’s a lot less division between drafting and editing.

(Still some separation, because you need to have that time of just letting your brain pour out onto the keyboard. And you also need that time of “Okay, but what are we really doing here?” It’s just that overall, with Golden Rings, it’s a lot easier for me to know “what I’m really doing” and then let my brain pour out the good stuff.)

As for my posting schedule... I shifted from posting every week to every two weeks about halfway through the original run of Golden Cuffs. It was pretty grueling to go through the drafting and editing process over the course of just seven days. (That was also when I decided I needed a part time job on top of my full time job--2019 had some very dark moments for me and my wife.)

With Golden Rings, I almost think I could crank out a chapter in seven days. The big problem is that it wouldn’t be seven consecutive days. Keeping my posting schedule at every other week allows me to do TMI Tuesdays and do family stuff on the weekends (in the Before Times, of course) and just have days where I stare at the screen for two minutes and then shut my laptop.

And posting biweekly gives me a chance to get ahead of schedule, which is good for the ego. Like, I posted Chapter 8 today and I’ve already got seven pages of Chapter 9 drafted. Hopefully, the perceived extra time will eventually lead to me working on my side-fics or some other project. Even if it doesn’t, it will gave me time to be a person--and I really needed that in 2020.

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momothegeckho · 5 years ago

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(A Seto Kaiba X OC Fanfic)

Summary: Chiara was living out her days normally, when against her will, she is betrothed to Seto Kaiba for a business deal. She does not approve, and expects Kaiba not to either... until she hears he is the one who facilitated this deal.

The OC is Chiara Fuyu, daughter to one of the best holotech labs internationally, named Fuyu Corp. Her father agrees to have her married to Seto on grounds of uniting Fuyu Corp under Kaiba Corp.

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I’ve always wondered what it could be like to be my own person. To be able to dictate my own schedule for my enjoyment. I hear a lot of the time that I should be thankful for being raised in the 1% of rich people, but, in all truth, no one sees the dark side to those rich and famous who own such a coveted business.

My father owns Fuyu Corp. My mother... I don’t know much about her since when I was really young, she had left in favor of living a normal life away from riches. I wasn’t the only daughter in my family. I had siblings. Once. They are also part of the reason my mother left. My family hasn’t been fortunate in children, and due to many terrible incidents, I am the only child left between my mother and father.

Because I am the only one left, I was shaped from a young age to be the next CEO of my father’s company. I was forced to learn technology, how to build it, how to identify it, I was also taught math religiously to perfect all of my calculations. I had to learn how to code, how to program, how to build things up only to take them apart. My life... was no fun. So when I turned 14, I started to rebel.

I was home-schooled, and so when unsupervised, I escaped my home to wander the streets and play with other kids. I felt better when with others my age. I wasn’t expected to build technology or recite the parts to every machine. I could just be a dumb girl. with no knowledge or training. I remember thinking,

this is why my mother left.

She wasn’t raised rich. In fact, she was a town girl. She always talked about how fun it was, and I don’t blame her. High scale living gets tiring. People expecting you to raise your nose above them, People always believing you are over confident and snobbish. I was never like that. It was like I didn’t belong amongst rich people, or town people. So I hid who I was. It was better that way.

I got into trouble a lot for sneaking out, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be free. Because the way I was living, was not human. Every minute planned to a T, no room for failure or mistakes. It was painful, mentally... and physically. My father understood, and made a deal that if I did my schedule, I could have time for myself. I agreed, but now, I felt that even my free time was mapped out for me.

So here I am. 17 years old, turning 18 quite soon and for the most part, my own person. I work at the company either creating new holographic technology and nano-tech and I have my own life, except for the same schedule I’ve been doing for years now. And so that is why I wonder:

What is it like to be free? To live with my own time to do things... I desperately want to know, before I lose myself forever to this CEO position I’m supposed to fill.

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One morning, I’ll remember it forever like it happened just a few moments ago, I woke up with an uneasy feeling. In this big house of ours, I can hear just about everything still, and I heard an unfamiliar voice downstairs.

I remember slipping out of bed, my feet hitting the cold ground and walking silently to the staircase. It wasn’t new to hear people come and go with business ventures for my father, but his voice usually rang with dominance, and what I was hearing, was a weak, submissive voice. That meant someone of higher status than my father was here, and that was rare. I remember sitting at the top of the stairs, listening. I usually wasn’t so curious when i came to my father’s affairs, but today, it was different. I could sense the change. Something was changing. I snuck down farther to see who exactly my father was talking with.

That’s when I saw him.

Seto Kaiba.

Kaiba Corp had always been ahead of our company, even though both were on equal terms and had equal amount of power, Kaiba was still, somehow, ahead of us. I admired and feared Seto Kaiba for being so responsible for his company, but I feared him because he knew how to get what he wanted.

Seto Kaiba is a powerful man.

Even though he’s only a year older than me. I must have been staring too long, because once I register who he was, he looked at me, almost seeming to find my eyes immediately. Out of instinct, I tried to hide, only for my father to call me down.

Seto Kaiba.

His attitude repulsed me. I locked eyes with him, and I knew he could see the malice in my eyes. My father wrapped his arm around me delicately, and I maintained eye contact with Kaiba. He was such an arrogant guy. The way he smiled smugly as if he had already won our nonexistent battle. It irritated me.

“This is Chiara, I assume.”

“A pleasure... Seto Kaiba.”

I spat his name with so much venom, any person would know to turn and run, although I wasn’t surprised when Kaiba showed no hint of intimidation. I was nothing to him.

He took my hand and kissed the back of it gently. I became concerned. Kaiba was polite to all business partners, but this? Almost too suspiscious.

“A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fuyu. You’re presence here was greatly needed for our next step.”

“Next step? Any business ventures still belong to my father until the day I turn 20, or when my father steps down from his position. As I recall, none of the above has happened.”

Kaiba smirked knowingly and turned to my father, almost seeming to ignore what I had just said.

“Shall we sit? Your daughter is here per my request, and i wish to settle this as quickly as possible.”

What was happening that i didn’t know about? My father always told me any plans he made for the company, so what was happening today? My father hadn’t looked me in the eyes at all today, and I became worried.

What is he not telling me?

My father pulled out my chair and remained standing, still not looking me in the eye.

“Now that we have settled,” Kaiba smoothly pulled out his chair and sat across from me. “There is something you must know, Ms. Fuyu.”

“What is happening? I am not a fool, and I know when my father does not look me in the eye, something is wrong.”

Kaiba smiled. He always looked so damn condescending with that smile. He pulled out papers resembling an official contract or document with Kaiba and Fuyu Corps’ seal on the top. The paper itself read,

‘Merger and Aquisition’

I allowed my eyes to darken at the sight of that title. Our companies were joining under the single entity that is Kaiba Corp. If that was it, why was my father so quiet? This works out for both sides, right?

“We would like you to sign this agreement, sealing our merge under Kaiba Corp. It is of utmost importance you do it as well, as a future Co-Founder.”

I tried to read over the contract before signing, but my father stopped me, telling me he read over it twice and that it was fine. I trusted him, but why wasn’t he looking at me? What was wrong?

I was nervous. What would happen when I signed it? What could go wrong? So many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, and I signed the paper. But as soon as I did, I regretted it. I still didn’t know why. but I regretted it.

Very Badly.

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loreweaver-universe · 5 years ago

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And with the faded end credits theme itself fading into nothing...Infinity Train has concluded.

I think I am...content.

Content is a good word. That ending brought things to a close in, appropriately, a way I find very peaceful. Tulip’s worked through her issues. She’s ready to face her family. She’s ready to face the world. She’s ready, in fact, for anything. And what she’s found...is peace.

Minda said in chat that he thinks the show is a metaphor for using fiction to deal with your problems, and I think I agree with that. A core part of experiencing fiction is finding ways we can relate to it. The characters, the events, the higher-level themes of the story--we all try to find something of ourselves in fiction, and whether we succeed or not, even the most brain-dead action blockbuster changes the way we look at ourselves just a little. (Even if it’s just to the degree that now you have a new action movie fantasy to daydream about.) The stuff we lose ourselves in the most is, ironically, the stuff we find ourselves in the most.

The stuff we find ourselves in the most, the stuff that speaks to us, that lets us know, hey, I understand, I get it, is oftentimes the stuff we can best use to work through our own problems. It doesn’t always have to be something profound, though. Sometimes it just has to be a rock; sometimes an episode of Pokemon can be just what you needed to get through the day, to get things off your mind for half an hour. Sometimes we just need something to metaphorically listen to our problems, the media equivalent of a teddy bear. Both ends of the media spectrum can be used to help work our way through the issues plaguing us. Find whatever helps you the most; the people who care won’t judge.

I expressed some discomfort with leaving Amelia behind, but in light of the show being that kind of metaphor, I think thematically it’s better this way. You can’t drag someone to their answers, to making peace with themselves or their traumas; you can push, and prod, and offer a helping hand, but you can’t force someone to find those solutions. They have to do it for themselves.

Amelia has a lot of work to do before she can go home, before she’s able to find any measure of peace. I’ve been down a deep hole before, myself; I’ve been to the point where I didn’t feel much hope for the future, for a future without constant pain or self-abuse. I know a little of what she must be thinking, with that massive reminder of her own failings written in glowing green across every spare inch of flesh. And...not everybody makes it. Not everyone comes out the other side at all, let alone in one piece. Some people stay bogged down in their troubles forever. Some don’t...stick around. It’s okay to have weakness. It’s okay to be afraid; it’s a terrible, rough road ahead, in many cases. It’s a scary thing. It’s a painful thing.

But it’s better than letting your pain swallow you.

Tulip...man, Tulip is such a good character. We really got to see her journey from a sad, angry teenager through hope and dismay and fear to a peaceful conclusion. I really love well-completed arcs like that. She’s truly found her way home in more senses than one, and if I seem to be saying little about her, know that much of this post HAS been about her.

Infinity Train was an incredibly satisfying show to watch. I love the comedy, I love the horror, I love the emotional ride it took me on--especially in the last few episodes. I got to spend an extra few days thinking Atticus was dead, too, which I’m sure is making this catharsis extra sweet. Oh, but that would have been the second episode of the day on day 4 for the rest of you, wouldn’t it? What a fun cliffhanger >:)

Anyways, I highly recommend it. It’s a good show! Tell your friends it has the Loreweaver Seal of Approval!

As far as this specific episode, The Engine comes in at my new #1 for the series, eclipsing The Chrome Car, for its satisfying emotional conclusion and wrapping up its character arcs in such a good way. I’m very happy with it.

What’s up next? Well, on Wednesday I’m going to start this month’s Patron Picks off with Paranoia Agent. I’m going to plow through all three, because apparently we get new Steven Universe episodes this month! I’m excited to see what the new series is like! Aside from that, when I get the chance I’ll be streaming my blind playthrough of my first-ever Fire Emblem game, Three Houses! You can find what I’ve uploaded to Youtube already here, or find my Twitch channel here. I hope to see you guys there!

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polygamyff · 5 years ago

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30. Part 6

I feel so out of place, it’s not because his family are making me feel like that but because of this lifestyle I am not used too. I met the Saudi Prince and he called me beautiful, who in the right mind would ever dream of such a thing. I am making sure I don’t leave Maurice’ side at all, I am stuck to him like glue. I won’t even front right now but my arm is hurting, my daughter ain’t heavy but with holding her this long, she is also becoming irritated and I’m stuck here, the baby bag is with my mom, it’s just not realistic “Maurice, hey” I said to him, we are inside in the hotel now and I really have to take her “what’s up?” He turned to me “I need to put Reign down for sleep, she is irritated and she’s not been fed, I need to go. And no I can’t let my mom do it because she needs to have fun too so I need to go to the room and also, I need the baby bag” Maurice doesn’t look happy “I will come with you, show you your suite” shaking my head “no, it’s your day! Please. Don’t do this, just please. This is your day, just Reign and I need to retire to the room” my daughter needs her sleep and I refuse to dump her on anyone, also my mom looks so happy having fun “mhmm, but I want you with me” I smiled at him “and I understand, just Reign needs to sleep. She is not resting or feeding like this” Maurice sighed out rubbing his head “ok, Jay. Yo” he waved at him, looking down at Reign. Look at what she done, she got her dad not happy with it “Maurice is-” Maurice put his hand up at Ally “Jay, find Robyn’ mother. Get the baby bag. Reign needs to sleep” Jay nodded his head walking off, I feel so bad. I feel like I am ruining his moment “sorry, just please wait” Maurice walked by me “follow me” he said to me, I wish Maurice was not upset with me. I can’t just leave my daughter, she is so upset and I know it. I am the one that is keeping her so calm like this, everyone is wanting to speak to him but he is busy making his way to the desk “hi, please. I need the keycard for the R R suite, these are the rightful owners of that room” Maurice pointed at me and Reign “oh this is Robyn and Reign, welcome. They are so beautiful Mr Davenport” the receptionist gushed.

Maurice is such a drama queen at times “you look so stressed and upset, why?” I asked him “because you’re going upstairs, I wanted to bring in the New Year in with you” fixing Reign in my arms “and what makes you think I won’t be back down? I will be back, stop it” Maurice walked over to me slowly “she is so miserable, why?” Maurice lightly stroked Reign’ cheek with the back of his hand, Reign is staring at Maurice with her flushed cheeks. She is stressed out with all of this “she is just not happy Maurice, a lot has happened today. Look at her, she is staring at you, she is probably thinking is this trouble all because of you. I just want her to feed too Maurice. So I rather go, I will be back” Maurice leaned down and kissed Reign’ forehead “my bad Mi Hermoso, you had a long day. I been rude to you, like I totally haven’t slept all night either. Like I should be the diva you know that, look at you. Fatty” Maurice started attacking her with kisses “Mr Davenport, your keycard” Maurice moved back, to see Reign smiling, she isn’t so sad anymore “thank you” Maurice turned around “the bag!” Jay shouted “ok good, would you like me to come with you?” he asked again “no, I am ok” walking over to the elevators, there is like eight of them, this place is too damn big “well Jay will go up with you, this is your butler ok” I got another butler “oh ok, another one..” I drifted off while seeing Naomi just stood right there, stood there staring. She looked at Reign and I felt protective as I turned away a little “call me if you need anything though” Maurice said, didn’t he see her “didn’t you see your wife?” I said as I got in the elevator “why you say that for?” I shouldn’t say that “sorry, ignore that. I will” Maurice put the keycard in, this will take you to your room. Exclusive customers get this, you don’t even need to press any button. I love you” smiling lightly at him “I love you too” pressing a kiss to his lips before he got off the elevator “so we seeing the suites before anyone huh” Jay said.

The elevator doors opened and it’s like I am in an apartment “oh my god” I breathed out, stepping off of the elevator “this is an apartment, a whole asa staircase too, this is crazy” seeing the marble flooring that had both letters decorated into it, the R R red lettering can be noticed as soon as you enter “I feel at home, this just feels at home” making my way through the suite living area, the rows of window panelling. Staring out of the window, we are so high up but you can see how beautiful it looks, it’s so lively outside. The windows slowly started to shade to black, stepping back “what?” I am confused “privacy, the windows go black instead” the butler said “oh my, this is amazing” how fucking crazy is this “would you like me to show you to the rooms?” turning to him “I will be down here Robyn” Jay fell onto the couch “please” I said, the butler walked off ahead of me. Making my way up the stairs “Mr Davenport made a request, baby crib for the princess. This is your room, this is four bedrooms” reaching the top, this is just like home. I love it, I am just ok with being here. The butler opened the double doors “do you need anything else from me?” he said, shaking my head as I made my way to the room, I can honestly just stay here.

I have been here and there, around people and just socialised with them all, but Robyn is on my mind. I did see Terry but I didn’t have the heart in saying to her to go and look after Reign, that is rude to say that. Stuffing my hands in my pockets watching Drake perform, I am not very interested in this at all “nephew” feeling an arm around my shoulder, looking to the side of me and at Kellen’ dad “yes?” I mean what does he want “congratulations are in order, to you and of course, your daughter” moving away from my uncle and turning to him “keep it at that, what do you want?” Kellen’ dad is funny, he trying to be nice but really he ain’t shit “Tiffany is pregnant” I shrugged “Marquis and you are both hiding money within this business and I am not stupid” I sniggered “have fun in Reign’ hotel, that is what my child got. Your grandchild has nothing, you don’t come to me in my event and try to be funny, got it?” catching my dad walking over to us “I need to borrow my son, please” my dad said, walking off as I glared at him “I wanted to speak to you actually” walking with my dad “how?” I asked him “how what?” my dad said, acting like he didn’t do what he did earlier “Robyn, what was that all about. You were too calm old man, too calm to have a girl you dislike in front. How and why?” he said to me no and that you can’t do that and he did, he did it “because in life, you don’t let anyone say no to you. And that includes the person you sit next too, I uhm. I am getting old, and the things I have always done to you, tests and games was to better you. It hurt me to see you out there being ripped apart by the media, you’re my baby, my son and I hated to see you fail but I had to let you fail. Seeing Robyn here, and then hearing what I heard about Hakim and” my dad drifted off “to see you happy, I said no and you listened and I thought to myself what am I doing. I was testing you but also her, and she is still here. It’s about time you had someone that told you no, also your mother drove me crazy” my dad laughed “I won’t deal with the mess but my gift to you is to make your life easier, and that starts off with Robyn. But I never left your side son, I just needed to take those stabilisers off because you’re a man now, a father too. You need to protect your cub like I did you. But don’t ever let anyone say no to you, I am proud” hugging my dad, you know how much this means to me, a seal of approval from my dad “I love you dad, I really do” he means so much to me “we will take down Hakim and co, and everyone else” squeezing my dad close smiling “I want to put everything in your name” moving back staring at my dad “it’s time, but we will discuss ok?” I am shocked at my dad, he has never expressed this to me that he wanted to do this now.

I can’t help but lowkey feel like I should go to Robyn, being here is not my thing as I really want to go but it is my event “Maurice Davenport, is that you handsome” looking behind me, I had to laugh because I never remember how she even gets in my events “Tina” licking my lips laughing “you look so sexy, come here” I sighed out as I hugged her, she kissed my cheek “hey, I am taken now. You can’t be doing that now” moving back from the hug “oh come on, it is just a hug. She got to share, I have seen your lady friend” she pointed at me “she is my fiancé and I got a daughter too, no more Tina. No more flirting” Robyn will not like this woman at all “you didn’t even let me try the goods before you cheated on me huh? Maurice, one night come on” I yelped out “really? My butt? Seriously, you can’t be doing that now” moving away from Tina “Naomi was never the one, I told you that” she did use to say that to me “come on, let us take a picture together” I don’t fuck with old women, she just wants my dick so bad. Tina moved in closer to me, she placed her hand on my chest as the photographer took the picture, looking away from the camera seeing Robyn, no matter how full the room is, I can always notice her. She walked into the room at my birthday party and nobody knew of her and now look at her, she doesn’t even know it yet but she has been welcomed into the family, she now holds importance in my family life. Her skin is glowing, watching her hands wave at someone, the smile on her face. I took in a deep breath as I moved away from Tina, she is here and I am happy again “I told you I would come” Robyn said giggling “you did” wrapping my arms around Robyn and pressed a kiss to her lips “oh and I saw you and that old lady, negro!” she spat “oh it’s long history but you ain’t got shit to worry about” I won’t be cheating at all.

Dragging Robyn into the photo booth “shouldn’t you be out there” pulling her into me as I kissed her lips “I can be anywhere I want to be, and right now I want to be with you” quickly pressing a kiss to her lips before the camera flash went off, moving my head back laughing as I looked at the camera before it went off again. Poking my lips out as it went off again “aight, that is it now” I said before hearing a yelp “we here!” Leon spat as he came in with my sister “we done, it’s fine” let me leave before Leon ends up going off “no, it’s starting again” Leon said as he jumped on my back “what th-” I said as the camera went off “wait for me” Shawn jumped in out of nowhere “negro” the camera went off, looking to the side of me seeing Nalah twerking on Robyn, my mouth fell open “woah, cut!” I spat as the camera went off “y’all wild, can I have my girl back now. Thank you” pushing my sister away, pulling Robyn into me “We going” I laughed trying to leave but we literally fell out of the photo booth laughing “oh, don’t forget the pictures” Robyn went over to get them “I am happy for you, I ain’t ever seen you so happy. I had to join in” Shawn said “I am happy” Shawn looked behind me “your ex” turning around to see her “can I speak to you” she really doing this “whatever you got to say you can say it here. I am divorcing you, I am done with you, my brother? This won’t keep you in the family, you know that right” Robyn just flew by me, I blinked and she shot to Naomi “woah! No!” I was quick with my reflexes, hooking my arm around her torso and yanked her back “not worth it, it’s not worth it. Not with what you worth, it’s over” I am not letting Robyn put her worth down “I kind of like this new sister in law, she can fight” Nalah said “we got a understanding and you know this” shaking my head “speak to my lawyer” I don’t want no fighting, it will just leak out that this happened and my dad will be angry.

I have a weird feeling that Nalah requested this on my dime, I asked for Drake and whatever but Ariana Grande, I know it was her but Robyn is loving it, I would like to know who approved it “your dad was saying that there was trouble with her dad, I was just speaking to him” Shawn said “oh yeah, because Thomas was tripping. He is in my hotel room right now, I want to beat his ass but I am trying to let this event go by and then I can deal with him. Hey” turning to him “you see how Kellen and Tiffany are watching Robyn, you see how they been recording her. Please tell me it ain’t just me” it’s really fucking pissing me off “leave it, she’s having fun. And literally the New Year is coming in” I would beat his ass but I can’t “I feel my dad has got something up his sleeve with things, I think he has anyways” Robyn waved me over “mhmm I guess I have been summoned, be back” let me take my drink with me “yes?” Robyn grabbed my suit jacket “Beyonce is right there, like oh my god” here she go again “stop it, leave them be” her stalking ass “one minute left until the New Year!” someone shouted “Oh my god, it’s the New Year, what is your resolution?” Robyn asked “erm, to make you a Davenport officially so then you are Bonita Davenport but honestly, it is to always make you happy” Robyn cooed out “mine is to become a better mom for Reign and for Reign’ sake know more about your family and the business. To not be so angry” hearing the countdown in the background “Happy New Year” I said as they all shouted it out together, pressing a kiss to her lips before she could even say it back to me.

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vethyourhalflingmother · 5 years ago

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OK, let’s get into it

Disclaimer #1: i wasn’t in the fandom when this episode aired so i have very limited knowledge as to how everyone reacted to the scenes im about to talk about

Disclaimer #2: critique of the characters’ actions =/= hate on the cast.

Disclaimer #3: all opinions are my own, and they are opinions

alright, i’m talking about two scenes: this one from the end of episode 105 & this one from episode 106; these scenes both revolve around vox machina finding out that percy & vex eloped. it’s about 20 minutes worth of content if you’re interested in watching yourself. if not, here’s a summary:

in the first scene, scanlan tries to loudly announce the marriage to everyone & he’s supportive but also his usual dickish self about it. keyleth is angry and upset because she’s envious. vax’s response is very lackluster. this gets interrupted by godly taskings.

in the second scene, vex apologizes to vax & tells him that marrying percy was spur of the moment. vax says he’s happy for her and percy, but that he’d thought he’d be with her when she got married. then, he changes the course of the conversation by saying he doesn’t have time to be upset with her but if he weren’t going to die soon, he’d give her an earful. vex tells him she doesn’t want him to die. then percy & keyleth talk, and percy says he wanted to have a secret for awhile, while keyleth explains that she was upset because she wants what he & vex have with vax.

this is a lot to work with, and i’m going to start by saying that the reason i don’t like these two parts is because they summarize the major issues that i have with the entire vecna arc. that is, a severe mishandling of feelings. or, to put it more directly, Vax Won’t Talk To Anyone About His Impending Death. because what happens in these scenes is that vex & percy have objectively good news! they’re married! but to vax & keyleth, the news isn’t about vex & percy at all, it’s about what’s happening to them. and then, vex, who of course is very upset about what’s going to happen to vax & who also hasn’t talked to vax much about it, lets their conversation become about him.

so: keyleth’s reaction. i totally understand it, especially after she explains herself when she talks to percy. she’s hurting because vax is going to die. it’s not really about percy & vex, except that percy & vex have something she wants and she feels like she’ll never have. (kudos to percy for his “we’ll see” and fuck destiny responses to that, btw). i don’t think it’s fair but it is understandable. and it harkens back to the initial problem i highlighted, which is that i never got the impression that vax & keyleth talked much about what was going to happen to him. there’s a moment between these two scenes where sprigg stays with ioun while the rest of the party leaves. keyleth asks vax if that’s what’s going to happen to him. vax is quiet for a long time before admitting he doesn’t know.

and this could be chalked up to circumstances. there isn’t time. they need to stop vecna ASAP. but... they make time to do less important things (like go back & interrogate the creatures at sprigg’s house). the real problem is that vax doesn’t want to talk about it. he doesn’t want to think about it. he’s accepted it and that’s that.

but that’s not fair to keyleth (or vex! or even percy in this particular instance, because it’s his wedding they’re shitting on here! but im getting ahead of myself).

keyleth has clearly not accepted vax’s death. she’s struggling. she’s furious. she’s hurting. and vax doesn’t know anything about how he’s going to die and where’s going to go (not his fault) but he’s not talking to her much either (entirely his fault). so this pent-up emotion comes tumbling out in a perfect storm.

i don’t know for sure if talking to vax would’ve helped keyleth come to terms with his death and their lack of a future together. but also in my experience communicating with your partner (and literally every other important person in your life) usually gives a better outcome than not.

and so: vax’s reaction. the emotionless “you’re engaged” in the first scene. vex’s admittance that they’re actually married. then their actual conversation.

as i was rewatching this part, i thought, hey maybe this isn’t as bad as i remember. vax actually starts this conversation out strong. he’s happy for her and percy. he’s glad she and percy have each other to take care of one another. percy gets the better end of the deal. like, yes, yes, yes, I Approve This Message.

and then he says “under ordinary circumstances, i would be giving you an earful.”

‘ordinary circumstances,’ [lemony snicket voice] which here means under circumstances where vax isn’t going to die permanently in a few days, circumstances where there isn’t an evil god to stop Very Soon and where the winningprize at the end isn’t a big vax shaped hole in the world.

so, he says he’s not reacting as he normally would. and then he says he doesn’t “have time to be upset with [his] oldest friend,” which suggests that the earful? the ordinary circumstances? he would be upset.

if vax were upset (he is), then that wouldn’t be fair (bc he’s not entitled to be at his sister’s wedding, under any circumstances), but it would be understandable. people can’t control their initial feelings. they can however think critically about their words and actions regardless of their feelings. if vax were like “hey im upset because i thought you were going to invite me but i understand this isn’t actually about me” that would’ve been,,,, fine,,,,,,

but vax says he’s not upset, not because that honestly isn’t how he feels, but because he doesn’t have time to be upset.

sigh.

and then they go into talking about his death, although i think talking is a strong word for any conversation vax is in about his own morality. vex says she doesn’t want him to go & that she loves him. he loves her too. end conversation.

vex is clearly heartbroken that he’s going die. she says at one point that “things kept happening” and that’s why she didn’t tell him about her marriage. she didn’t know how to say it before, then vecna sealed his fate, and then it came out when she wasn’t around. how should someone navigate that situation? i don’t have a good answer.

vex doesn’t press him to talk about his death, though. keyleth brings it up because keyleth sometimes has trouble getting a handle on her emotions. vax... doesn’t know and doesn’t offer much else. but vex, i think, knows he won’t talk about it. she gives him a hug.

and i keep mentioning this, that vax doesn’t talk to either keyleth or vex about what’s going to happen once they defeat vecna. so i have a feeling some people reading this are like “hell, what do you expect him to say?” or “well, he has a history of walking away anyway”

as for what i expect him to say: something’s better than nothing. he’s reached some sort of peace himself, or at least he’s pretending at it. he could explain why he’s accepting (or he could explain that he actually isn’t, but i think he is pretty accepting). why he trusts the raven queen now when he didn’t at first. he could explain why he isn’t afraid (which is something grog has to ask him directly, later). there are lot of things he could say, and he only gives little crumbs (the part where he says he’s going to see his mother? more of that, maybe?).

and why do i think he should say something? he doesn’t have to say anything, and if he’s at peace himself, why potentially shake that by talking about it, which something he’s historically not good at? because he loves them. vax has made it clear that he loves his sister, his girlfriend, vox machina, more than anything. and they love him, too, which is why this is as difficult as it is. what i said for keyleth goes for everyone: i can’t say that talking about it more would’ve made it better. but i think talking about it directly & plainly & messily instead of using vex & percy’s marriage as a conduit would’ve been so much healthier for all involved.

vax’s history of walking away & avoiding tough conversations is something ive mentioned before because i thought he was making steps to Stop That (he has a few good moments with gilmore, and later with keyleth). to me, the way he acts in this arc slams the brakes on that progress.

so: neither of these scenes were about vex & percy’s marriage. and they should have been, and they could’ve been if other conversations about vax’s death had happened— conversations which never directly did happen. and i’ll probably always be unsatisfied by that particular lack of resolution. i don’t think vax & keyleth should’ve reacted the way they did... and i think if anyone should’ve apologized, it should’ve been them.

#long post #meta #A Thing I Didn't Like About The Last Arc #talk to the people you love #and don't make your sister's marriage about your death #lmao im going to get a full inbox about why i hate vax now #i don't hate vax or keyleth #like i said.........shit couldve been handled better #anyway im not putting this in the tag #this is pretty rambly anyway #admin speaks #cr1

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alitheamateur · 5 years ago

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The Grind: A Wedding

A/N: I’m unsure of how many parts it will take to cover everything I want include in this most anticipated story of nuptials for our cherished Liv, and Colton. But, I do hope you relish in part one. I love you, all! This process will be written, obviously. But, lots of pictures will be included, creating some sort of a photo album for you, as well. *I do not own any images you see*

Warnings: Language.

June bride. It always sounded so… so, Cosmo. So, cliché, and posh. So typical. And so no me. And oh yet, here we are. The sunny Saturday of June 22nd. Finalizing the last pins to my loose, naturally blonde hair. Colton’s only requests for that day including the blonde. And the down-styling. And the chocolate cake which I think he somehow requested because he knew it was my favorite.

Things were elegant, and still understated. There was not to be a single sequin, or rhinestone. The only beads permissible were pearls, and that was only if extremely necessary. My boycott against bedazzle made the dress shopping a nightmare, as it seems this generation prefers all the sparkle. But in the hands of Tia, who can weasel and tantrum her way into situation, I found the most perfect cut of silk in Pittsburgh. My mother ground her teeth a little. The back hung low, flowing down the airbrushed bronze of my spine. The lush shine of the material cuddled, and stretched around the swell of my bottom, and a slit climbed my left thigh. I was reluctant about it. My scar from the frightful skiing incident of 2010 was on full display, marked horizontally along the meaty flesh of my upper thigh.

“If that asshole won’t marry you, damn it, I will, LC.” Tia sniffed as I met her eyes in the full-length reflection of the mirror.

Even on my wedding day, still posing up a good threat to snag me away from my groom.

“You look… you look phenomenal, Liv, dear. I can’t wait for him to see you.” Sweet Beth gracefully dotted away the salty residue from the full tears marking down her cheeks, as she daydreamed about her sons soon nuptials.

I squirmed at the foreshadow of Colton’s inappropriate groans and beady glances once he saw me in my dress. The dress. The one I never would’ve imagined I would try on in a private dressing room, much less parade in front of a crowd full of snapping cameras. But, love gives a girl some bold bravery, it seems. The sensual dip of the snug gown would be worth the raise of conservative brows in attendance once I saw Colt’s intrusive eyes turn black with the burying of his desires.

My mother strapped me into the buckle of my heel while Andrew snapped a few intimate snapshots of the moment on my phone. He was a member of Colton’s groomsman squad, but he’d spent a chunk of the day prepping at my side, and relishing in the bliss to come.

“Have you heard his vows, Drew? I mean, did he have you like, proof them or something?” I searched my clutch the folded note of worn paper where my own vows were scribbled down, and handed them to Sara for safe keeping until time.

“By proof them, do you mean have I checked to make sure they aren’t loaded with expletives?” He brought over my bouquet as I stood to finalize the approval of my reflection before my solo photos around the archway outside. “Yes, Liv. I read them. And that’s all you’re getting.” He sealed his mouth, and threw away the insinuated key.

I barely recognized the penetrative gazes of the woman staring back at me. My jaw was held at a confident angle, eyes lined thick with tasteful faux lashes, and hips slightly swelled with the weight of womanhood and true love. Colton had changed me in every way that made me better, before I even knew exactly who I thought I wanted to become. His many a kiss, countless moonlight confessions wrapped in the sheet of the bed we shared, and simply the way he watched me take my first morning sip of coffee constituted everything my naïve soul needed to recognize love in its most intimate state. I couldn’t wait to touch him in his suit at the altar. To let him still the trembling of my hands as we exchanged rings, and seal what I already felt with our first kiss as man, and wife.

Sara gently interrupted your thoughts, stuffing a dainty pink handkerchief into your clutches around your bouquet.

“Because I know you’re going to need this. And, because I know for a fact you’ve forgotten your something borrowed. I used it on my wedding day.” She kissed my cheek.

I wouldn’t have married Colton on this day, the day of his choosing, if Sara couldn’t have been here. I adored my Tia, and Drew, and each other person who was here with me in this adopted home of Pittsbugh. But my wedding day, the only one I know I’ll ever have, I needed my Sara to hold me in a moment just as this one.

A rattling tap echoed from the other side of the heavy oak door, capturing the attention of every eye in the room.

“Liv?”

Colton.

“Liv, baby? You in there?”

My face fell with haunting nerves, and Tia ran for the knob to answer his faint callings from the hallway.

“He can’t see me, Tia. No way! Don’t think of letting him in here.” I ordered.

“Relax, will you? I’m going to step outside with him, okay?”

Tia barely opened the door into a crack large enough for a toddler to squeeze through, and disappeared. I worked my busy hands at the ribbon flowing from the stems of my peony bouquet, scolding myself for even considering the worst reason for his unexpected visit.

I held my breath when she re-entered the overly crowded dressing area, purposely holding back her smile longer than necessary.

“He said he just wanted to hear your voice. That’s it. And only from behind the door, of course.”

Tia, and my mother ushered my prep team toward the reception area to check out the final touches, giving Colt and I a moment of solace, and a deep breath after the bustle of wedding day jitters. When the last person escaped, I wiped the sweat from my palm, and turned the door handle, carefully standing far away from the minimal crack.

Just as my fingers peeled around the door, I felt the familiar heat of his rough-skinned fingers grasping perilously for mine.

“Fuck, I needed this.” He moaned satisfactorily, and my side of the door bounced back towards me as he fell onto it from the opposite side. My touch alone fed his nervous withdraws from being apart for only two days. “I needed you. Just for a minute, at least.”

I played with his fingertips.

“Someone isn’t getting cold feet, are they?”

I could hear the tap of his black dress shoes we had bought last week for the occasion.

“Well, Drew had to talk me off the ledge a couple hours ago.”

I froze, and my bones nearly calcified into fossisl with the stillness his sentence bought over me.

“Woah. Hey, I’m only kiddin’, Livvy. Breath, baby. It was just a joke. Clearly, a poor timed one.”

Colton kissed the solo ring on my finger, staking his claim. “You ain’t gettin’ rid of my ass that easily.”

I wanted to kiss him. Those minty lips, now probably stained with a celebratory shot of whiskey were the only things my consciousness would focus on.

Maybe if we both closed our eyes first, then touched lips for just 2 seconds?

“How dedicated are you to this whole ‘no seeing each other thing’?” I thought out loud, Colton took the question as one directed at him.

“Trust me, angel. I’d give absolutely anything to see you right now. See how amazin’ I know you look, as usual. But, I think we both know you’d instantly regret breakin’ that little tradition you were so persistent about.”

He was right. I had just enough Indiana in me to keep hold of those age-old small-town traditions like not seeing your groom before the ceremony. And first dances, and flower girls.

“But, since I’m here, how about we go ahead and trade letters? I know Drew was going to do the swap for us, but I’ve got mine me if that’s cool with you?”

What a difference time can grace upon us.

I mentioned one evening, months ago, scrolling through websites while doing some planning, how I thought the idea of writing letters to each other was such a touching sentiment. Never expecting another word, much less even an initial response from my stoic, silent man. But, to my much pleasing surprise, Colton simply agreed with an “okay,” never the slightest inkling of protest in his voice. Love had done a number on this bitter, complicated man, too. A hard one. And it suited him mind, body, and soul.

“Yes, but under one condition?” I parted towards to counter to find my own letter addressed to him.

“Name it.”

“I don’t want you to read it until you’re back in your room.”

I slid the sealed envelope into his hand, holding my palm upward for his.

“I love you, Liv. I am so fucking crazy in love with you.” Colton whispered, almost breathlessly.

“I love you, you handsome brute. Now, go. Before I ruin what little makeup I still have left.”

I didn’t latch the door until his footsteps were no longer detectable, not wanting to miss the sounds of his closeness to me. Seated on the antique velvet of the elegant armchair at the foot of the bed, I delicately tore open the letter.

Liv,

You marvelous creature. You are a necessary electricity that shocks my heart to life every single day that I’m near you. My spirit is broken, and it’s only fucking hope is in your hands. Thank you for taking my hand, and warming me with your irreplaceable light. Naturally, we both know I’m not a verbal man, but it seems in writing you this letter, I may have found my newest, most favorite way to try and express how I feel about you. Nothing about you loving me makes sense, but it’s one mystery wave that I will ride until there is no life left in me with no questions asked. Yours is the only hand I want to hold, and get lost in the swell of life with, laughing, crying, and standing still along the way when need be. This day, the day you foolishly take my name as your own, and vow to be my wife will surely be the most precious day I have lived. Only second to the moment I met you. I swear, when I’m with you, it’s like the air tastes better, even. You have stroked my ego like a vicious woman in love, and you’ve stomped it out when I needed the harshest of reality checks, just as I deserved. I hope as long as you’ll have me, I can be the solace you need in the most troubling of days. And the strong tower you need when you feel scared or threatened. I’ll be the laugh when you’ve seemed to have misplaced your own, and the tears when yours don’t seem to satisfy whatever grief falls on you. Always, Livvy. It’s you. You and me, against the strongest of odds, we will come out on top. Can’t wait to see you. Soon. You know where to meet me.

I love you.

Colton

Waterproof mascara was a myth, whipped into a lie at the hands of Colton Ritter and his hidden talents with a pen and paper. I read his confessions three times, memorizing it like it was a secret that I was afraid would be torn away within minutes. All along, I’ve been the one in our household staking a claim to literary topics, and standing on my platform as an English major. But this, the handwritten romance of his raw admissions, blew me away, along with every mediocre talent I thought I wielded. Someone I had foolishly often discredited as “simple” or “distant”, had force-fed me to eat the sour swallow of “crow”, penning words that probably belonged alongside the most magical of love letters through fictional history. In my opinion, anyhow. Not the that object of the affections in said letter would be biased in the least.

. . .

Colton

I obeyed her commands, as I usually do. Happily. And waited until I was seated at the bar in my suite across the grounds from her before opening the letter. I wanted to drag her up the courthouse steps long over 6 months ago, but this place wasn’t so bad. Like it would be, with her taste. I even liked it, actually. I’d never tell Liv though, and have her thinking for a minute that any of this exhausting, unnecessary, wedding shit mattered to me. I would’ve married her in our living room with Mac ordained if I thought she wouldn’t have minded. But, I adore her. More than any should adore another human, truthfully. And I knew this day, with all the people she loves in attanedance, is what her heart needed. So, I shut my fucking mouth, and smile when I’m told like a good husband would. But, I’m not wearing those damn cufflinks. She’ll have to harass me for that one later, and I’ll ask forgiveness. Or, distract her with my mouth the way she likes so much.

I drank down another shot of the aged brown liquor, sucking in its warm after bite between my teeth as I opened the neatly sealed envelope she marked with my name.

Colt,

The mightiest of men could never steal my love for you. To most, your eyes may be the darkest, most dangerous pools of heartache and pain. But I only see the glow of a man who the world just doesn’t deserve to know. Whatever I have needed you to be, you have truly surpassed any responsibility as the man I love, and my heart shouts a thousand words of gratitude. You kickstarted the first pangs of real love within me, and sometimes I foolishly believe that there aren’t two people in the entire world who share as much love as you and I. The weight of your hand within mine is the only courage I have ever felt, and it somehow seems my most insatiable moments of weakness are both caused, and cured only by you. You’ve respected me as your equal, never pointing out my many flaws as a failed strong woman, and secured my every longing for my destined lover, and companion. I never truly believed in any definition of eternity, until I woke up one morning without you by my side and realized I never wanted to live another day without you in it. You have believed in me, encouraged me, and monumentally coached me. In the ring, and in life, I find that we are a team fit for whatever battle seems to threaten us, destined to come out victoriously hand-in-hand. I know you will only do justice to your newly deemed titles of husband….. and daddy

Surprise, my love.

-L

Did she know what she was saying? Was this some sort of reference to the future that I wasn’t understanding? Was she applying that term as some sort of kinky slang that people use these days? It was like my mind told me I should freeze, and clam up with horrified dread at Liv’s very, very unplanned spilling surprise. But yet, as I read the word again silently to myself, then again, aloud, this time, my pulse never quickened with fear. I didn’t feel like shattering this fucking glass of bourbon against the brink of the bar where I sat alone. I couldn’t even squander up the slightest glimmer of resentment at the birth-control of hers that had apparently faltered.

Daddy. Dad. Pop.

My feelings only went directly into running over all the things I’d want he… or she to call me. And all the ways I’d hear it fall from Liv’s sinfully pink lips when she spoke to the little runt about me. Would she let me use my name if it was a boy? Could I take her to the gym with me unsupervised while Liv was working, even though it was probably no place for a little girl?

The itch my skin felt already from feigning for the feel of her touch, and needing her to fill the void between my embracing arms enlarged to a dull ache now. I woke this morning already drunk, knowing for a fact I hadn’t had a single drop of liquor, simply from the joy of knowing I would finally make an honest woman out of her today. And now, I could feel my heart crawling and leaping and vibrating with gladness like I never imagined humanly possible. For a once worthless fucker like me, especially.

A tear dolloped onto the ink of her swirly handwriting, and my toes curled inside these leather vices around my feet. I hadn’t cried like this since I broke my first knuckle when I was 16. But ever since Liv had waltzed her way into my life, it seemed tears were becoming a familiar foe of mine.

“You read the letter?”

“Shit!” I shook and sniffled, whipping round to see Andrew arming into his suit jacket.

“Yeah. Yeah… I uh, I read it.” Andrew was one of the only friends I really ever allow myself to smile with.

“You are one lucky man, Colton Ritter. You better know that. As if Liv wasn’t enough of a gift, now….”

“You knew? This whole time, you knew?”

He grinned. “Guilty. But you’re not allowed to hit me and stain the tux.”

I stood, dismissing myself from the stool, and carefully folding the fateful paper into my pocket. “How far along is she, Drew? When did she find out?”

Drew shook his head like I knew he would. “You know you need to hear all that from her, man. I can’t ruin that for you guys.”

He was indeed right. I wanted to watch her snub back tears as she told me about the tests I’m sure she had taken behind my obviously inattentive back. I envisioned in my mind the way her eyes would get all glassy and wide when I hugged her belly and told her I loved her more than life, and I would kill for her if it ever came to that.

“Half hour till showtime, Colt. Look alive.”

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omnomsauruswrites · 6 years ago

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Take Your Chances

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Summary: Emotions fly when trapped in a car in the middle of a blizzard.

Warnings: SMUT

“You know we are driving into a blizzard?” Darcy asked as she saw the mounting clouds.

“We’ll be fine, doll,” he pacified.

“I doubt it,” she muttered under her breathe.

Hours later with it too hard to see, they pulled off into a rest stop. “What did I tell you?” she asked fiercely. “I said that’s a blizzard.”

“I heard you the first hundred times, doll.”

She growled, “Don’t call me doll right now!”

She crossed her arms and stared out the window, seeing all white. She wanted to scream. Go with Bucky, Steve had said, you’ll be safe. Right, now she was stuck with him in a car when they were supposed to be at a safe house. She wished she had taken her chances with HYDRA.

“What was that?” he asked incredulously.

She turned her head to look at him. “What?”

“Did you just say you’d rather take your chances with Hydra?” he restated, anger all over his face.

“Did I say that aloud?”

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“Whoops.”

She looked out the window; she just wanted to be home, wanted to be warm, wanted to be away from him. Ever since the drunk kiss a week ago, she had been running the other way every time she saw him. She had been trying to keep it in her pants for months and then she had champagne, which meant drunk Darcy. Drunk Darcy had cuddled up to him and kissed him goodnight, when he escorted her home.

She rested her head against the cold window. They would have to wade it out and she only had so much patience about being trapped in a car, let alone trapped in a car with him.

She sighed. This was torture. This was….

“Stop fearing the worst,” he chided.

She didn’t respond, trying to picture a warm, beachy place with a cabana boy. She smiled slightly, thinking about the crystal, clear water and the warm sand. Then the cabana boy turned into Bucky and she groaned. Why? Why couldn’t see dream of Sam or Captain America? Why did it have to be his stubborn ass?

She turned to grab her backpack from the back and noticed his eyes had been watching her. “What?” she questioned nervously.

He tilted his head slightly, taking in her face. “This is the longest we’ve been together in a week, just making sure nothing’s changed,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Not a lot of things could change in a week, Barnes.”

“Sure they can; like we’re back to you calling me Barnes instead of Bucky or Buck.”

She didn’t answer before grabbing her bag, pulling out a magazine. She sat back down and started to read.

“Is this about the kiss?” he asked nonchalantly.

She tried not to tense, she really did but he wouldn’t be the best assassin if he didn’t see it. Her eyes read the same sentence over and over again until the words blurred. “Yes…” she whispered, eyes never leaving the page.

“Did I do it wrong?” he replied.

“Did you do it wrong?!” she mumbled to herself. “Totally that’s why I went back to my room and gave myself the best orgasm of the week.”

“What was that?”

She shut the magazine. “Are you seriously questioning whether or not you are good kisser? Is that what’s going on?”

“Well… it’s either that or you don’t like me like that.”

“Oh, I like you plenty,” she admitted, slapping her hand over her mouth after her confession.

Her blue eyes stared straight ahead, as she felt her cheeks heat up.

“Oh…” he said. “So you were running away because…”

She wiped a hand over face. They were really going to do this in a car in the middle of the blizzard.

“Because I wanted to climb you like a tree. Because not all my thoughts are PG. Because holy hell are you hot and I’m well … I’m well me.”

His hand went to her left arm, tugging gently to try and get her to look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean, Darce?”

She groaned, turning to face him, “It means you’re the Winter fucking Soldier and I’m a nobody. I work in the lab. I’m a hot mess most days. And you could have any girl you want, I shouldn’t even make your list.”

His steel blue eyes stared right at her, jaw tensing. “I think you got that wrong,” he chastised. “I think I’m the one that no girl should want….”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And so are you.”

She tilted her head slightly at him, gauging him. He wasn’t lying, she knew he didn’t mince words, he was straightforward. “So what are you saying?” she asked.

“I’m saying we get into the backseat and make out, doll,” a smirk landing on his lips with the suggestion.

“You want to make out in a blizzard?”

His smirk widened and he licked his lips. His hand went to her cheek and he pulled himself over the console. “Yes,” he breathed before his lips sealed over hers.

It was demanding from the start. His tongue swiped for entrance and dueled with hers. His metal hand supported her neck. Her hands gripped his shirt, tugging it.

Once he was satisfied with kissing her, he nibbled down her neck, leaving love bites. She moaned, tipping back her head. He hummed his approval against her skin.

Her hands wandered down until she found the hem of his shirt, pushing it upwards. He pulled away to throw it in the backseat. He looked at her with lust filled eyes. “We got to get in the back,” he instructed.

She didn’t have to be told twice, as she moved over the console into the back. Despite his bulk, he did so effortlessly. Her eyes took in his muscular chest. “Jesus, you’re photoshopped,” she commented, licking her lips.

He lunged at her, forcing her to lay on the backseat. His hips pushed against hers and she moaned at feeling his hard-on. His hands forced up her sweater, exposing her to hot, humid air. His mouth went to a pert nipple, laving at it. Her fingers tugged his hair at the action, her body pushing into his. “Bucky…” she moaned. “Baby…”

He hummed against her skin, his tongue now tracing the top cups of her bra. She tugged his hair, again. “Clothes off,” she demanded.

He pulled away to gaze at her, eyes now black. She rolled her hips against him, creating friction where her body demanded it. “Clothes off,” she repeated, licking her lips.

He bent down to take her lips. The kiss was needy and had longing beneath the surface. Her hands left his hair to unbutton his jeans, going underneath to stroke him through his boxers. He moaned, “Doll…”

She pushed down the zipper and the material down his hips. “Want you…” she teased. “Want you inside of me… want to feel all of you…”

His hands ripped off her leggings, as he pulled away from her. He took in her curves, her heaving chest, her maroon, cotton panties. “You are fucking gorgeous, suga’. Like a fuckin’ dessert,” he complimented, his Brooklyn accent surfacing.

She stroked his cock firmer, as his hips pushed himself into her hand. “Bucky… no more waiting… Please…” she pleaded.

He forced his boxers down, his cock springing free. His metal hand nudged her panties aside. “Are you sure?” he whispered suddenly.

Her blue eyes flew to his, seeing his hesitation. He needed reassurance and she was more than willing to give it to him. “Buck, you are the only man I’ve been dreaming off for months. And while most of it is of this right here, often it’s also the little things. Like when you make my coffee or we snuggle on the couch. You’ve held my heart for my months, soldier.”

He smiled, lips kissing hers sweetly, before pushing into her quickly. She cried out, as he set a hard pace, taking all that he wanted. “Me too,” he assured. “God, doll, you are all that I think about.”

She arched up into him, rubbing her chest against his. His cock was thick and large, rubbing every nerve of her cunt and she felt the electricity building quickly. She had never had it this rapid, her body on fire.

Bucky bent his head, pulling the lace of her bra down before he sucked a nipple into his mouth. She cursed. He did the same to the other one and the flames now were raging within her. “Bucky…” she gasped. “Baby…”

“Cum for me,” he commanded. “Cum for me, Darce.”

His words sent the fire raging and she came for him. Slickness gushed out of her and he thrusted through it. “Again,” he begged.

He tilted his hips, finding another spot. Darcy felt her walls continue to flutter. Her eyes opened to see him gazing at her. A look of adoration and desire shone there. “Bucky…” she gasped.

“I got you, doll. One more time for me,” he instructed. “One more. Fly again for me.”

Her right hand moved to her clit and she began making tight circles. She felt the fire again, felt it beneath the surface.

They never took their eyes off each other, as his hips began to falter. “Doll…” he groaned. “Darce… Cum with me…”

A couple more circles and she was right there with them, crying out as she watched him chant her name, cumming inside her. She watched all the emotions flicker across his face and she smiled.

His head fell to her collarbone, where he kissed it. Her fingers carded through his hair, brushing it softly. He hummed his approval, as they came down from their high.

It was minutes before anyone of them spoke, they both soaked in the moment.

Darcy looked around the car after a few minutes, seeing the steam covered windows. She had no clue if the blizzard had passed. “We’re safe doll,” he interrupted.

She chuckled. “Always safe with you and that’s not what I was thinking about.”

He lifted his head to look at her, requesting for her to continue.

“It would just be a really awkward moment if Hydra found us, that’s all.”

He laughed.

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writer-and-artist27 · 6 years ago

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Training Muses

Inspired by my most recent drawing and a passing want to make some friends happy before I go back into my school routine again for yet another quarter. :p

Again, I don’t own anyone but Tomoko and the story. Kuroki Otoha belongs to @owlsofstarlight and Gekkō Keisuke belongs to @langwrites. The themes for this story are Amanda Lee’s English version of Rurouni Kenshin’s Freckles and the Orgel Version of Legend of Mermaid from Mermaid Melody. The old classics fit for some fluff. ;>

Please enjoy!

Poke, poke, poke.

Ugh… Hisako waved a hand in front of her face, glasses barely hanging onto the bridge of her nose. What shit hit the fan? We were having a nice nap, jerk…!

I tried not to groan. “Muuuuu, what is it…”

Poke, poke, poke.

My ears, even when half-asleep, could pick up voices.

“Kei-Kei, To-To looks tired, don’t you think we should leave her be?”

“Otoha, Tomo needs a break. And that calls for fresh air considering the number of people staring.” Poke, poke, poke, poke. “Trust me, Hikari-bachan requested it.”

“If you’re sure, then go ahead.”

It didn’t take long for me to register my friends’ voices echoing in my ears. And the pointer finger continuing to poke my exposed right cheek. Napping was a no go, it seems.

What are your chances of throttling Kei?

None. Because why.

My Nobody huffed angrily in my place. She disturbed sleep… and she’s the one with the eyebags.

Hey, hey, no jabs, Hisako. It’s okay. I’m up.

With that thought in mind, I tried not to sound grumpy, raising my head from my arms to shake any grogginess out. “I-I’m up, I’m up, what is it now…” I glanced at myself before feeling the cold surface, quite literally hands first. “I…fell asleep on the piano, didn’t I?”

“Yep. Snoozing away without a care in the world!” Kei finished, pulling her hand back to grin at me. The dork. It was hard to stay grumpy in the face of that smile. “Hey, Tomo. Glad to see you back in the world of the living.”

Otoha was looming behind Kei, jumping up a little so that they were visible past Kei’s shoulder, grinning too. “Hi, To-To!” A soft dinosaur trill accentuated the end of their words, and I noted that as another way of greeting.

The residual heat that was my newest bit of embarrassment was already flooding my cheeks, but I made sure to wipe at any drool hanging at the corner of my lips. “Hi, Kei, Kuroha-san,” was my quiet reply, and the two ninja continued to grin at me once a yawn left my mouth. Hey, hey, that yawn, by the way, was completely unintentional. It just…happened. “Good morning to you too…?”

Uh. The slurring? I don’t have an explanation for that. Then again, considering what little I got from Kei and Otoha’s conversation earlier… Kei was giving me an exasperated smile now. “Tomo, it’s almost noon. It’s way past morning now. What have you been doing?”

“Working?”

Otoha glanced between the two of us before adding an incredulous, “To-To, have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Um.” I glanced down at my clothes. The Sylveon colors were still as bright as always, with no stains in sight, and my legs felt fine. All that was left was my upper body, and my hands were okay, even though they were my pillows earlier. My head? A bit fuzzy from being half-awake, half-asleep, but wasn’t that normal? Instead of a confident reply, all that left my mouth was a quiet, “Yes?”

Kei pinched the bridge of her nose, smile turning upside down in an instant. “Yeah, I don’t buy that.”

Otoha made a soft roar noise in the back of their throat, shaking their head in agreement.

“Ahahaha… sorry~?” My voice cracked. Lovely.

Between her fingers, Kei was giving me an unimpressed stare. “Y’know wha?” She offered me her free hand. “Tomo, you need a break. From the cafe and piano. You’re looking like today’s been a wash, and the day’s not over yet, so you need sunlight.”

Eh?

“Come hang out with us!” Otoha added with a flap of their hands, facial expression brightening significantly with the gesture. “We’d be happy to have you, To-To!”

Mama’s happy and approving smile behind the two ninja nearby was nice enough, but…

Wait a minute. These two ninja were wearing almost full ninja gear. Green flak jackets, hitai-ites and all.

They weren’t going out on a mission now, were they? Hisako mumbled, hiding a dry snort with, Because I swear they weren’t.

“Before I agree,” I interjected as quietly and politely as I could while raising a hand to slowly reach out towards Kei’s, because I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions with my apparent anxiety. “What do you two have in mind? Without the piano, I’m kinda…a sitting duck?”

A short pause followed, almost to the tone of a single beat.

“…If by ‘sitting duck,’ you mean you’re going to relax, then sure,” Kei deadpanned, before reaching over and closing the space by grabbing my outstretched hand, pulling me up to stand from the piano bench. “And Tomo, you don’t have to put yourself down. You work long hours here and you need a break.”

“Even if you like doing the work,” Otoha added before I could interrupt with any personal opinion, “you need to take better care of yourself, To-To. Sleeping out on the piano is no good.”

The sayings were honest and, quite frankly, true, but I still found my face flooding with embarrassed heat. It felt like Leo and Josh were calling me out on being a workaholic all over again. But, considering my work…

I turned the question to my other self. Am I really that bad?

Hisako merely gestured at the multitude of memories floating around the library with a raised eyebrow. Not all of them were sealed shut in their book covers. Please count off the number of “What The Hell” talks Vy received in the last few years, dear. Go ahead and do that.

Darn. “I-I’ll improve?”

Kei huffed and tugged me along by the hand so that we would be walking off the stage and towards the swinging red doors that were both the entrance and exit to Nagareboshi Cafe. I could tell by the gesture that she wasn’t all that happy by my answer, but settled for it anyways. “You better, Tomo. Lots of people worry about you.”

An extra tight tug on my hand for extra emphasis, and I kept my eyes on my sandals to try hiding some of the ashamed heat. “I-I’m sorry.”

Kei huffed again through her nose as she used her free hand to push the doors open. “We’re heading out now, Judai-jichan, Hikari-bachan!”

“You kids stay safe out there!” Papa called after us.

“Be sure to be back before dinner!” Mama added loudly.

“Got that,” Kei finished with a wave of her free hand. I waved back to Mama and Papa with what could only be called a sheepish smile before letting myself be tugged away from home by my reincarnation buddies.

Once my sandals hit the sand of Konoha’s paved roads, I tried to not let my feet drag, and even with my best attempts, someone was sure to notice. Otoha let out a soft reassuring dinosaur trill at my right side, a hand patting my shoulder all the while. “To-To, it’s okay,” was the quiet stage-whisper, and I glanced at them as soon as they closed their eyes and grinned at me again. “Kei-Kei’s a worrywart. She’s always been a worrywart.”

“Hey.” I found myself jumping. Kei swiveled her head to give Otoha a crooked smile. “I heard that.”

“Don’t care!” Otoha hummed loudly.

Kei turned her head back to face the road and sighed. She still hadn’t let go of my hand the entire walk through the shopping district, and we were starting to hit some grass, so I glanced at it. The grip was tight, but warm. Out of curiosity, the question was already leaving my lips. “Um, Kei?”

A few seconds, then she grunted a small, “Hm?”, just as Otoha stood to attention with a small dinosaur squawk.

That’s good enough.

I nodded to myself to agree with my Nobody before saying the words. “What do you and Kuroha-san really have in mind? I know you two said that you’re fine with me not having my piano or keyboard, so wha—”

You’re wondering why I stopped?

Well, there really wasn’t anything to do but stop talking when your friend stops tugging on your hand to stop walking, and you proceed to bump your head into her back. Bulky flak jacket and all. Otoha yelped in time with my own squeak of pain, and I pulled back almost immediately to rub my head. “Ow… K-Kei?”

My first reincarnation buddy let go of my hand to turn around, fully this time, so that she could grin at me. The clear background of Training Ground Three behind her shoulders was unmistakable. Uh, what? “How do you feel about supervising again?”

“…Eh?”

For fresh air, I don’t think this was what we were really expecting. Hisako said in my place. Then: Does the ninja world have bikes? I feel like that’d be better.

Hisako. Outwardly, I said, “Sure?” Because it had been years since the last time I was allowed to look over Team Minato’s progress, and well, even if Kakashi, Obito, and Rin were elsewhere doing their own training or something, I wasn’t going to let this chance go.

Maybe I needed to get my heart checked, because I loved these ninja way too much and it was hard to say “no” to them when they offered something for once. Then again, it was Kei and Otoha. So there was that.

To no one’s surprise, Kuroha-san was the first one to poke a hole in the plan, once we were all standing in the center of the Training Ground. Coincidentally, near the same three wood stumps where the Canon Team 7 had their first Bell Test. “Kei-Kei, you’re a Special Jounin. I’m Chunin and an ANBU agent. If we spar here with some of our arsenal, don’t we risk To-To getting swept up in the backlash? Such as the elemental techniques?” They flapped a hand in the air out of protest, shaking their head all the while. “I do have Sealing Jutsu that’s safe, but I don’t want to show something that could possibly scar her. We both saw her reaction to Flesh Confetti.”

At the name alone, a shiver went up my spine as I shook my head almost immediately. Nope, nope, nope.

Kei raised a pointer finger, opened her mouth, paused, then closed it. “…Fair point,” Kei conceded, before glancing at me. Otoha turned to me too, and out of habit, I raised my hands in the air.

“Well, as long as no one tries to kill anyone and everything is safe, I’ll be okay?” And yes, my voice cracked again. Technically, my voice went up a few pitches, but to everyone else, it probably sounded like I started taking some helium pills. If those existed. “I mean, the training is up to you two, I’m just supposed to watch. Or, uh, referee?”

Kei and Otoha exchanged a glance. Then they turned back to me with equally blank stares. Well, Otoha wasn’t looking directly at me considering they didn’t like full eye-contact, but their visage was still something similar to Kei’s unimpressed face.

“I-I mean, I’m a simple person, you two! You didn’t have to invite me, and I’m glad you did, just do…” I tried not to rock back and forth in place, shrugging with a sheepish smile. “Just do whatever and ignore me?”

Kei’s expression was turning more and more exasperated by the second. “Tomo. What did I just say when we left the Cafe? No putting yourself down.”

Meep.

You need to work on that.

I do.

“But good job on the Road Runner impression, To-To!” Otoha added instead in a cheery voice, and I jolted, feeling the heat all over again. “Really good!”

“I-I said it, didn’t I.”

“Yep,” Kei added dryly. “Meep meep.”

“Ugh.”

Then Kei glanced up at the sky and bopped her right fist into her left palm. “Idea.”

“By all means, Kei-Kei, go for it,” Otoha finished, voice more deadpan now.

I blinked as soon as Kei took a few steps closer towards me, her expression now more apologetic. “Tomo, you don’t mind trees, right?”

“I don’t mind, just note I can’t climb them, so why—” my words were cut off as soon as my sandals weren’t on the grass anymore and instead left hanging in the air. I was still looking up at Kei, so what happened—

“Welp, best view is from up high, right?” was all Kei had to joke on the matter before we were soaring through the air, and I could’ve sworn I shrieked at the environment change. At least, a little. I tried to tone it down because Otoha was still around, but what the heck. Hanging out, back in the old world, did not call for sudden transportation by jump.

“K-Kei?!” From the fear and what have you at being princess-carried while in the air, I wound my arms around her neck for dear life. “What are you doing—!”

“Carrying you to a safer place!” she mused, not even bothered by the wind blowing in her face until the sun practically disappeared behind the leaves, and once my stomach stopped flipping around, it registered that we were in the branches of a tree. Scratchy leaves, very coarse bark, and all. Yep. An actual tree. Kei glanced around while putting me down on a stable base branch near the trunk, pausing. “Give me a minute…” she unsheathed her sword. “There should be some dead branches—”

“Don’t slash where you don’t need to, Kei-Kei!” Otoha called, and my heart leapt up in my chest when it registered in my head that they were at the foot of the tree. I glanced down at my skirt, tugging at it, and a sigh left me once my skin noticed the shorts. Thank goodness I didn’t forget those.

“Got it!” was Kei’s quick reply, and a single SLASH was all she needed.

Tree branches naturally fell down to what I was assuming was Otoha’s feet as Kei resheathed her sword, grinning softly at me. The sunlight was coming in through the opening she made in the foliage, illuminating her figure all the while. “Better view, right, Tomo?”

“Uh,” was my intelligent reply, because really, going from a nap on the piano to sitting up in a tree that was just trimmed by what looked like a smaller version of Miyako-bachan’s Mountain Cutter was not something I expected in my everyday agenda at the cafe. “Sure?” Then, my mind had to go to, “I-It is safe up here, right?”

“As safe as you can be,” Kei said confidently, and all sense of complaining left my throat once she grinned. That absolute dork. She planned this! “Otoha and I’ll just test some things, and you can watch and relax all you want, Tomo.” Her grin turned soft and warm in my direction, and for once, I didn’t know what to make of it. In any other situation, I wanted to protest, but, when was the last time Kei looked that confident? The Chunin Exams? “Just relax, Tomo. We got this. Holler if you want down. We’re here, Otoha and I, whenever you need us.”

As a last reminder, she reached over and squeezed my limp right hand before jumping down.

Dork, Hisako filled in quietly, proud smile on her face.

“Dork… There’s no way I wouldn’t call out for you two…” was my soft resigned whisper hidden amongst the leaves, long after Kei left to rejoin our ANBU enby back on Ground Earth. “You absolute doof.”

And with nothing else to do, I glanced out from my new vantage point, adjusting my sitting position so that it was a bit more comfortable and less slouched. “Kei? Otoha? You two won’t do anything reckless, right?”

“Nope!”

A soft dinosaur trill, loud as day from the ground. “We’ll be fine, To-To!”

I glanced down from amongst the leaves to see my friends take on fighting stances. Kei’s, I recognized, just from studying kenjutsu with her, at least on a lesser scale. Otoha’s, I wasn’t sure, and the tessen fan in their hands already had me blinking. There were smaller fans than Temari’s in the Narutoverse? Oooh.

“So, Tomo?” Kei turned her head up, and she was still grinning. “Feel like counting us off?”

“Don’t mind!” Otoha added.

These dorks. I was stuck in a tree, being the closest to the nature I always loved, and about to watch my reincarnation buddies spar without any trouble. It was, strange enough, ideal. Peaceful, even.

And a good break! Hisako added.

Yep. Outwardly, I nodded, pushing some stray leaves back to raise my fingers. “Three! Two!”

Otoha readied their fan. “No hard feelings, Kei-Kei!”

“Same here!”

I folded my pointer finger down into my palm. “One! GO!”

As expected, Kei lunged first, and wind blew.

A few minutes into the spar, and water was already spilling out into the grass. Kei had apparently pulled out what looked like a Water Clone, which Otoha was combatting with no trouble thanks to what looked like techniques such as Razor Wind and other assorted Wind things.

What? Sue me for being a civvie and not remembering jutsu names.

I was hoping I wouldn’t see something like Flesh Confetti, but what really caught my eye was the glows.

Now, I’m not referring to the glows of weapons, since Kei’s katana and Kuroha-san’s iron tessen fan shined enough in the sunlight. It was the glow of their eyes. Even from up in the trees, they were focused, determined, and in a way��

Scary? Hisako suggested. Horrifying?

Surprising was the better word. It was easy to forget they were ninja who knew how to kill with their warm smiles and hugs.

“…I’m glad I’m friends with you two, because you two are really scary when you fight. I don’t want to get on your bad sides period. Or get killed by you,” was my quiet musing amongst the leaves. It was hard to voice aloud, and I had no plans of saying it aloud to them. I didn’t want them to distrust me or anything. Or worry about me. They had enough on their plates.

I was not expecting Kei’s back to hit the tree trunk I was sitting on in the next consecutive moment, specifically the bottom part not shown by the leaves. Or for the fighting noises to stop and a voice to call out. “You say something, Tomo?”

Heat was flooding my face again. Of course she’d notice something, what with her being a sensor. “N-Nothing!” My voice wasn’t helping with the usual embarrassed crack.

“You sure?” Kei was sounding worried now. And I could’ve sworn I heard a small velociraptor cry of concern nearby, probably Otoha no doubt.

“I’m okay, really!” A giggle left me instead. Doof. One moment, I’m scared, and then they call out like that. They were still my friends in the end, ninja or not. “Just keep sparring!”

It felt okay. They weren’t going to do something like kill me. Kei and Otoha were my best friends. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Even in a tall tree, watching wind and water literally combat one another, it felt safe. That was enough.

“You better not be thinking about doing something reckless, Tomo!”

“I-I’m not, really!”

“You sure about that?” It was accentuated by a faraway velociraptor cry. Yep. Otoha wasn’t believing me either. What was I, an open book?

“I’m sure! I swear!”

Even around the leaves, Kei and Otoha’s stares were blatantly hard in my direction. Hah. They were still my doofs.

“Less focus on me, more on sparring! Isn’t this for you two!”

A clash of weapons followed. “Still, To-To! We’re going for lunch after this!”

“How long have you been planning this whole thing?”

“The past week!”

“KEI!”

“You need to get out more, Tomo!”

“Second that!”

Doofs. Both of them. And I wouldn’t have them any other way.

#silent feathers #writing #hoshino tomoko #otoha kuroki #keisuke gekko #long post #the sea and stars

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divine 05

description; You’ve made a terrible deal with the one and only Devil; Taehyung after your almost-tragic death. Little did you know it would lead you to life in Hell.

Pairings: Devil!Taehyung x reader

Genre: Romance/ Angst

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | bonus

에이미: The idea of this story may not be suitable for all audiences as it is not Biblically correct; read at your own risk. There is a little bit of Jungkook in this one! It’s been a lonnnnnggggg time but I hope I’ve still got this. Enjoy and cry me a river~

MASTERLIST

There was no doubt that he had been more than terrified when he ascended down from Heaven; glorious wings -black, and his heart -heavy. And there was no doubt that you wouldn't have had a clue as to who he was, or why he coming to see you. .

December always brought on flashbacks; these scattered memories that don't seem like mine continuously strobed in my mind. Were they real events? Do I have amnesia? They seemed far too real to be fictional.

'I keep seeing this man...no....I think he's the Devil.' My eyes flicked to the ticking clock in the consultant room as my head rested on the arm of the chaise lounge, 'I feel like I know him very well.' Then I realise what I said sounded mildly disturbing. I sprung from the chair to sit up straight, 'Wait! That sounded really bad -I'm not in a Satanic cult or anything like that!'

My therapist just smiled, 'That's alright,' I knew what he was going to repeat next, 'This conversation is confined to us only; I'm not allowed to speak of my patient's matters.' His eyes moved back down to the piece of paper on his clipboard, 'Any more flashbacks recently?'

I swung my legs back onto the chair's arm and laid myself down, 'There was one last night...' I reconstructed the images that had been playing in my head several hours ago, 'I think I know where I've been in those flashbacks.' My therapist nodded his head, not looking up from the paper he was scribbling notes on, 'I think I've been in Hell that whole time.'

He finally shot his head up, but this time, I was staring straight ahead into the wall. 'How do you know it's Hell? Can you please describe it to me?' He asked softly, sounding genuinely concerned.

I stared harder into the wall, trying to think of a way of putting the vivid images into words, 'It's...' I pause to rethink my choice of wording, 'It's humid and dark...everything is grey, and...' And I realised that I couldn't describe Hell, 'I can't -I don't know how to put it into words...I'm sorry.'

'No, it's fine.' That was a lie, 'Would you like to try again sometime? Maybe an appointment next...' He flipped through the extensive amount of pages that were surprisingly not popping out of his clipboard, 'Thursday?'

'Yeah...' The seconds of the clock hand seemed to have slowed down for a fleeting second, 'Thursday sounds good.' Swinging my legs off the velvet blue couch, I made my way to the door, 'Thank you.' Although I didn't mean it.

You can hear the pitter-patter of the rain in December crisper and calmer than any other month; my boots carelessly stepped and splashed into puddles that collected in the uneven hollows of the pavement of my street.

My phone rang, 'Yes?' A greeting wasn't necessary from the caller ID.

'How many times this week?' Her voice pooled with worry.

'Mum,' I sigh, contemplating whether to lie or not, '...six.'

'Six?!' I rolled my eyes at her tone; I couldn't see her but I knew she would be running from the kitchen to her lounge -ready to tell my Father, 'Christ! Honey, we have to get this fixed! Y/N, you can not live like this!' She threw herself into panic mode while discussing this topic with my Father for the umpteenth time, 'Christopher, I will not see our daughter like this anymore; I can't. We have to give Dr Bronwin a call tomorrow. This is unhealthy!'

'Mum,' Her pointless rambling overpowered my exhausted voice, 'Mum,' No reply, 'MUM.'

'Yes sweetie,' I could literally hear her brows furrowing from her silence, 'What is it?'

'I'm going to go now,' I stated as politely as I can. She tried to butt in but I bet her to it, 'If you get the appointment with Dr Bronwin; fine, I'll go...just text me the time and the address.'

Sliding the phone back into the pocket of my coat, I resumed in getting lost in my own thoughts. What if this was real and not some drastic illusion my mind was making up? No one would believe me anyway; as much as my Mother loves me, she'll silently back off when the psychiatrist stamps the seal of approval to formally diagnose me with delusional disorder.

Maybe I wasn't seeing the right people...

'Are you serious about this?' Jungkook sat opposite me in the booth of a small coffee shop, 'You know how dangerous this could turn out to be?'

'Really?' I slid him a cutout of the address, 'You can't be serious right? You really believe in all that hulu voodoo Satanic shit?'

'What, I just happened to very careful.' He read over the advertisement, 'Do you want me to come with you?'

'I'm okay.' I answered unconvincingly as his brows furrowed deeper, 'I can handle it.'

He continued to strike a deal with me, 'How about I'll stand outside the door just in case anything unexpected happens?' He slides the piece of paper back to me.

I scoff jokingly at him, 'You think she'll rape me or something?'

Jungkook's face hardened immediately, 'Don't.'

'Fine,' I downed the last bit of my tea, 'Monday, ten: thirty, and don't be late.'

The black SUV rolled into the richer area of Seoul when I sensed an uneasy feeling breathing down my neck. My hairs rose, 'Actually...,' I turned to Jungkook in the driver's seat, 'could you come in with me? I'm getting a bad feeling.'

His doe-eyes stared back at mine before he started to process what I had asked of him, 'Yeah, no problem.'

Despite the rich exterior of the neighbourhood, I could quite literally see the charcoal grey smoke that lingered around the particular house...it was a familiar grey smoke... It didn't just linger, it laughed sinisterly; devouring the building in a thunderstorm of wickedness.

'You alright?' Jungkook parked us across the house, 'You don't look so good.'

I tried to laugh it off with a joke, 'When do I ever?' Not giving him the chance to argue back -I opened my door -unready for whatever hid behind those walls, 'Come on, I already smell Satan making tea for us.'

'Do you see that?' I pointed at the grey veil surrounding the house.

Jungkook stared back at me with his doe-eyes again, 'The house?' He couldn't see it.

I shook it off, 'Yea, it's hideous.'

Walking across the lawn, Jungkook caught up with my nervously fast-paced steps, 'You can't lie you know, I can tell when you're nervous.'

I kept silent as I grabbed his hand.

He stayed that way too.

Luna; despite her name, was middle-aged, hippie-looking Satanist who bore serious frown lines that cut deep into her skin. Her teeth had already stained a yellow hue and her grey hairs already started to thin; it showed whenever she turned her head too fast -you could see the bald patched hidden at the back of her skin. She almost looked undead.

Laying down a set of cards that were lavishly decorated with paintings of demons and tokens, Luna's eyes seemed to have rolled up to meet mine, 'Pick whenever you hear it screaming at you.'

I look hesitantly back at Jungkook who was sitting on a deep violet, velvet couch and then back at the deck of cards; waiting for it to scream out to me.

'How long is this procedure-' Jungkook uncrossed his legs as he looked to Luna for an answer before he was cut off by my spastic screaming.

When it did happen it wasn't a scream at all -it was a shattering screech that rung and panned from the left ear to the right; piercing my eardrums with an aching pain.

'God! Oh God! That one!' I pointed feverously at the card that sat in the centre, 'Make it stop!' But it wouldn't stop. It couldn't stop.

'Christ!' I attempted to cover my ears to muffle the intensifying volume, 'Make it fucking stop!' I crouched to apply more pressure to my ears, 'Make it stop!'

Jungkook bolted from his seat only to be stopped by Luna, 'She needs to touch the card.'

'We'll she obviously can't,' He snapped back; fuming with worry, 'What are you doing to her?'

'She needs to touch the card.' She repeats.

Jungkook was enraged by her lack of care for my suffering, 'Well she fucking can't, okay?! Look at her! I swear if you try-'

'She needs to touch the card!' Luna speaks out more urgently this time.

'Make it stop!' I ran myself into the wall as tears started to form from the pain, 'Stop!' I sobbed.

Jungkook shoved past Luna's smaller figure to hold my head in his hands, 'Y/N!,' I squeezed my eyes shut; unable to process any sound other than the unexplained frequency, 'Damn fuck it! Y/N! Focus!'

'Make it stop,' my voice was weak from the screaming and the crying, 'Make it stop...' my line of vision blurred and refocused and then, blurred and refocused again, 'Please,' I placed my hands over his, 'Kook, make it stop.'

I didn't only mean for the murderous noise to stop but also the dreadful nostalgia that came along with it. I couldn't pinpoint what about the entire experience was so familiar...it just was. The smoke, the cards, the velvet, the scent, the house...the beast that fed upon this house...I was caught, dazed...afraid.

So when Jungkook forcefully pried my hand away from his to then place it on the card I had picked, I didn't fight back. I let it happen. .

'It happened,' disappointment washed over Micheal's face as he spoke through the phone, 'She did it.'

'Did you see her do it?' Taehyung's voice rang through the other line.

'I'm standing outside, of course, I couldn't see her do it,' he ran a hand through his gold locks, 'But her screaming did stop so...'

'Fuck.'

Micheal began to back away from the demon-possessed home, 'What now? She'll know who you are, she'll remember what happened, won't she hate you-'

'Shut up already,' Taehyung hissed harshly -stopping Micheal from tormenting him any further, 'Fuck off, you had one job.'

Micheal's smug grin was his only reply, 'So?' he beckoned him to make a decision, 'What's it going to be? Are you still going to see her?'

Taehyung massaged his temples and sighed, 'Well I don't have a choice, do I?' He paused, 'I'm dying.' .

It was traumatic. Horrific, overwhelming...disgusting.

Everything came back to me like a developing film; motions that were significant from my last one thousand years of existence flickered like shots taken from an old Kodak...everything.

I remembered that fight, I remembered how savage his words were, how much I loved him, how much he broke me; my heart.

I relived that moment.

'What,' he yelled harshly, 'you can't speak now?' He paced in a circle just to return back to where he was, 'I didn't ask for this.' He ran a shaking hand through his hair, 'God damn it.' He breathed out. 'God-FUCK!' His leg swung to kick the chair that sat in one corner of his room.

This was the real Devil; this was what he was like before I came around -angry and resentful.

The chair flew across the room and barreled into the wall -creating a hole, ‘You want me to carry on?!’ He didn’t leave me time to answer, ‘Okay! Fine! On the two hundredth year, I thought about feeding you to the demons so I could clean up the mess I had made!’

His words burnt holes through me -his words that once built me up; ‘So I get the pleasure of seeing you ascend to Heaven,' -tore me down piece by piece; ‘Just LEAVE! How fucking hard is it for you to understand! -I don't give a fuck about your problems, just fucking leave! I don't even know why I spent so much time on you!’

I felt like I was drowning in a murky whirlwind of emotions so clear to understand when they were experienced alone, but suffocating when they were all thrown in at once.

Through a gap in the whirlwind, I could hear Jungkook again; calling me.

'Y/N,' he sat on the Persian carpet rug with my head in his lap, 'Has it stopped? Can you hear me?'

If I did hear him, I didn't process it at all. I simply sat up to press my face into his chest; the wash of emotions were still heavily present, 'I just wanna go home.'

'Out! Out you witch!' Luna burst, suddenly angry after she picked up to look at the picture on the card.

She threw it by my side, 'Satan killer!' .

Forty-six missed calls, a hundred and six unread messages, and one voicemail.

I picked up my phone that sat lonely under the mountains of french fires packets. 'Dial two to hear your latest voicemail-You have one voicemail from;' the monotone voice recited a familiar number, 'zero-two-one-five-six-eight-six-four-one-five.'

'Y/N, it's been two weeks since that reading,' Jungkook's voice sounded drained, 'Come on, weren't you the one who didn't believe in all this?' He sighed, 'What really happened? It's like it's dragged you into a depressive state. Y/N, it's not just me who's worrying; your Mum, your Father...even your therapist is starting to worry.' He paused to steady himself, 'Just...I don't know, call. We can figure this out together.' And then the line went flat.

I didn't want to call back or reply; they would've never have believed me, I didn't want to call and pretend that everything was fine because I had no more energy to lie; I was emotionally drained, it felt like I had to relive one thousand years of emotional turmoil in a few short minutes -in fact -that was exactly what happened.

Tuesday welcomed a storm that brewed steadily a few miles from my apartment, 'Can I get barbeque swirls on those?' I repeat my order through the phone, 'How much was the total again?'

'That'll be twenty-five dollars and the barbeque swirls are fifty cents for each pizza, Miss.' The receptionist chirped too vibrantly for a rainy day.

'Yea, okay.'

'We'll be fifteen minutes away, Miss.'

'Sure.'

If fifteen minutes seemed like forever, I was more than glad to wait for eternity because when I opened the door to my apartment; I automatically wished I hadn't.

'Hey old friend,' His eyes were still held the same fire, but the rest of him seemed...worn. His crisp suit was replaced with a white pullover and a pair of black jeans, and he held my pizza's in one hand, 'The delivery guy said it was for you.'

I was still frozen from the sudden affirmation that everything I saw a couple of weeks ago was true.

He seemed to act like our fight never happened as he gave me a warm smile; something he never did, 'May I come in.' Not waiting for my answer, he closed the door behind him.

I didn't know how to feel, the only thing I wanted to do was to embrace him; he looked tired and beaten but my head wouldn't let me, it reminded me of where we had left off. After he placed the boxes on my kitchen counter, I finally spoke up, 'Get out,' It was colder than I had anticipated it to sound, 'I can't do this, not now.'

'That's it?' He was obviously upset with my tone, 'Fine, you have every right to be angry with me but just give me chance to tell you why I'm here for.'

I scoffed, sickened at the fact that he was playing this fight like a children's game, 'Angry!' My anger turned into frustration and then, into tears, 'I'm more than angry with you! I hate you!'

The Devil's face softened along with his voice, 'You don't mean that.'

I let a tear slip from my eyes...then another...and another, 'No! I do!' I back stepped as he tried to reach out to me, 'I hate you for playing with my feelings, I hate you for hurting me, I hate you because you put me here in this position! I-'

'Y/N, listen to me.' He grabbed my hand and it physically stung.

I swatted it away out of pain, 'Don't touch me.' I hissed at him as distanced our bodies even more, 'I hate you for cursing me!'

'You're not anymore.' He seemed to have found a second of silence to squeeze his line in, causing me to shut up.

My eyes fluttered and my heart constricted; it seemed to have cramped up. I wanted to, I desperately wanted to crash my lips on his and feel his warmth again. Despite his nauseating words, the thought of him still felt like home.

Yet, I let the overwhelming emotions take control, 'Is that all? Are you expecting a 'thank you?' because that's never going to happen. Getting my life back was the least you could've done.' My words reflected the Devil of the past; stabbing into him and dragging the knife along the wound to tear it even more.

But he didn't lose it, he stayed frighteningly calm and what happened next took my soul and crushed it in its palms.

His hand came up to hold my damp cheek, he lowered his head to press his forehead against mine, 'Shhhh, don't cry anymore okay?' That's when I realised that he had been crying the whole as well. His voice was as soft as my favourite lullaby, but his words pulled at my heart, 'It's all my fault alright? I blame me too, okay? I was stupid and it's all my fault.'

I sniffled as his hand snaked to the back of my head and he pulled me into his chest as I cried; he was willingly showing me affection for the first time in a long time.

I wasn't wrong; he still did feel like home, but when I recollected myself, I foolishly told him to; 'Get out.' It was a whisper, but it was enough.

Before he left, he proceeded to kiss the top of my head, 'I love you.'

I shouldn't have hidden the tear that slid down my face at his confession...I should've told him I loved him too.

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