#mutuals are allowed to meet me there. my brother will be in tow. but we can have a beautiful moment alone if he goes to the bathroom or smth

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice (Sam Wilson x fem!Reader) | Chapter 2: Apple Pie

Summary: Being best friends with Sarah Wilson was simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing you’ve ever experienced. You felt at home with the Wilsons, and helped raise Sarah’s children after her divorce and the Snap. But harboring feelings for her brother, Sam, and not being able to do anything about it hurt more than it should. When he comes back home between leads on Karli Morgenthau, with Bucky in tow, you can’t help but feel a spark of hope.

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Author’s note: It’s been a bit of a wait, but it’s here! I love writing the reader and Sam’s dynamic, and how they fit together so well. Just one more chapter to go after this one, and their story will be complete 🥺 Enjoy!

Warnings: food, mutual pining, smut (semi-public, unprotected) - 18+ ONLY

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Sunlight streamed through the windows, golden beams striping across the counter where you and Sam stood, preparing apples for a pie. You had wanted to try out a new pie crust recipe, and had picked up more apples than you’d intended at the farmer’s market. It was funny how life worked out like that sometimes, like the universe was telling you to do what you love.

Sam’s arm brushed against yours as he placed a peeled apple onto your cutting board, the touch sending electricity up your arm. You weren’t sure why he was standing so close when there was plenty of space, but you didn’t want to complain. After all, this was the closest you’d ever get to being with him. Even if it had to end, you couldn’t help but imagine an alternate timeline where you and he were baking together because you loved each other.

“Those apples are gonna cook if you keep staring that hard,” Sam teased, bringing you out of your reverie. “What are you thinking about?”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your face. “Nothing important.”

“It didn’t seem like it was nothing important,” he said softly, glancing at you. His breath caught as the light graced your face just right, highlighting your features with gold. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded, adding the sliced apples to a bowl. There was something you wished you could tell him, but it wasn’t just anything. It could ruin everything. “I know.”

With Sam and Bucky around, it was getting harder to hide your feelings. You knew that, Sarah knew that, and maybe even Bucky knew. Bucky was sweet, a gentleman at his core. He knew how to flirt around, but you weren’t quite enamored enough to fall for him. The man beside you was your perfect match, or so you hoped.

The sound of footsteps approached from behind.

“Whatcha making there, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, leaning into the small space between you and Sam. His broad frame nudged Sam out of the way, making the other man frown. “Anything I can help with?”

“No,” Sam said bluntly.

“We’re just making an apple pie for later tonight,” you answered, giving him a small smile. But as much as you liked the warm feeling of being close to another person, you already missed Sam. “And no, Sam and I should be able to get everything done ourselves. It’s just a couple more steps and then we’ll bake it.”

Bucky hummed in understanding, walking around to your other side, which allowed Sam to begrudgingly settle back next to you. “Are you sure? I’m pretty good with my hands…”

You let out a huff of laughter, shaking your head. “I’m sure you are, but we have everything under control here. Besides, you’re a guest.”

At last, Bucky relented and backed away, watching Sam amusedly. “Don’t have too much fun without me, kids.”

When Sam sighed in relief,  you looked over. “You alright, Sam?”

He chuckled softly, bracing his arms on the counter. “Yeah, I just find it funny how the abominable snowman comes to Louisiana and woos all the women in my life. I should’ve known that was gonna happen.”

Although he had a fond smile on his face, the spark was missing from his voice. He sounded almost sad.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”

Sam froze, dumbfounded. But then, beaming, he turned and pulled you into a tight hug. His strong arms wrapped around you and held you close as he swayed back and forth, laughing softly with you. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms tightly around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest. “I better be your favorite,” he teased. You thought you felt a gentle pressure against your temple, but you were too caught up in his scent of seawater and oranges to care. “I knew you first.”

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“Sam?” you called, stepping onto the boat. In your hands was a tupperware with a slice of pie, the ice cream half melted and pooling at the bottom. After helping out, he’d gone to the docks to keep working on the family boat; he’d mentioned something about the engine needing to be fixed. So, you figured that you’d surprise him with his favorite dessert.

“Over here!” he replied, coming back up to meet you. The sleeves of his shirt were pushed up to his elbows, drawing your eyes to his muscular forearms and strong hands. “What do you have there?”

It took you a moment to realize that he asked you a question, making heat rush to your face. “Dessert. Well, a snack for you. You’ve been working all evening, so I wanted to make sure you had something to eat.”

You settled in the cockpit of the boat, basking in the familiar room.

“Okay, miss fairy god-baker,” he said, sitting down next to you. “Why don’t you take the first bite? You deserve it, of all people.”

Knowing he wouldn’t relent until you took a bite, you scooped up some of the crust, soft apples, and ice cream and slipped the fork into your mouth. The pie was still slightly warm, the apples spiced with cinnamon and a hint of molasses from the brown sugar and the ice cream cool and light on your tongue. The crust was just right, not too crumbly and not too sweet. You hummed in satisfaction, smiling sheepishly as you realized you’d just made a sound.

“How is it, baby?”

“It’s sweet,” you answered, assembling a bite for him. “Do you want to try some?”

You didn’t pay much attention to his low hum of affirmation until you glanced at him and saw he was watching you with a small smile.

The next few seconds were a blur as he leaned in and kissed you, lips melding against yours.

He tasted sweet, and you couldn’t help but set down the container so you could scoot closer. A shiver ran down your spine as his arms wrapped around your waist and held you. The warmth from his body surrounded you, bringing with it a peacefulness that you never knew you missed. It felt...right. Like your missing puzzle piece had finally clicked into place. Like you had found your home.

When you finally parted for air, Sam let out a chuckle. “You’re right. You’re very sweet.”

“I-I don’t understand-”

“It’s you,” he murmured, cupping your cheeks and kissing you sweetly. “It’s always been you. I’m tired of waiting and doubting myself. Doubting us.”

“I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Sam,” you began, your words soft between the kisses. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”

You often wondered what your life would’ve been like if you’d faced your feelings earlier. Would you be married? Would you and Sam have had a family? So much time had passed, it wasn’t hard to imagine the different ways your life could’ve gone.

A wave of anxiety washed over you. What if he didn’t really want you? What if you were just a distraction from his work? Part of you screamed to control yourself and consider the consequences, but another part of you told you to give it a chance. After all, it was Sam; he cared deeply and saw the best in everything. Maybe you could do the same, for once.

You had waited long enough. He had waited long enough.

“I want you too, honey,” he said, hands slipping down to guide your hips towards him. “Come up, baby.”

Your face burned as you realized what he wanted, but you couldn’t help shuffling closer. There was no doubt that he was strong; years of physical training had done him well. But nonetheless, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “I-I don’t want to squish you-”

“You won’t, baby,” he replied, groaning as you kissed him deeply. “I want you on top of me. Let me hold you...please.”

Unable to resist, you climbed onto his lap. Your arms went around his neck so you wouldn’t slide off; not that you were going to. Sam’s hands rested respectfully on your waist, pressing gently to keep you close. You never quite realized how big they were until then; those were the same hands that tickled you back in high school, held yours during dances, and saved the world.

His lips were as soft as you imagined, the years of holding out and waiting poured into each movement. Your hips involuntarily started shifting against him, making him groan softly. A soft laugh escaped your lips as he encouraged your movements. It wasn’t long until you felt him pressed against your core. Though, you’d have been lying if you said you weren’t affected yourself. Every movement stoked the flame in your lower belly, reminding you of just how long you’d been dreaming for this moment.

“I need you,” you gasped, shuddering as his lips trailed down your neck. “Sam��”

“I know, baby,” he soothed, his fingers tracing the top of your pants. “I need you, too. Do you want this? I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you answered, tugging at his hands so he would take them off faster. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you.”

“I want you, too,” he said, his voice like velvet. “I’ve dreamt of you for so long.”

You were glad there was no one around as you stepped out of your pants and pulled off your shirt and bra. The change in temperature made you shiver, along with the sight of Sam undressing himself.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mused, watching with hooded eyes as you straddled his hips. Your hips fit against his perfectly, nestled against him. Without the barrier of clothing, you could feel everything, from his soft skin to his rippling muscles. The only way that it could’ve been better was if he was inside of you.

You reached down and stroked his length slowly, rubbing your thumb across the tip. A soft laugh left your lips as he gasped your name and bucked his hips into your hand, clear fluid beading at the tip. If you weren’t on a boat, you would’ve taken more time to taste him. But that could be saved for later, when you and Sam were home.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, leaning in for a kiss. Once you felt his lips against yours, you knew you were done for. No one could take you away from him. “Are you ready?”

“I think a better question is, are you ready?” he mused, slipping his hand down to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves. A smirk appeared on his face as he found you slick and pliant, the tips of his fingers shining with your arousal. “Next time, I’m gonna make it up to you. We have years to make up for, babe.”

A gasp left your lips as the head of his cock slipped into you; it was thicker than you’d expected. You could tell he was going to fill you perfectly, grinding against all the areas that made you moan.

The touch of his thumb against your clit made sliding down on him easier, each flutter of your walls letting him go deeper. By the time he was seated fully inside you, you were a mess. Your breaths were shallow and your hands roamed his chest.

Your breath caught in your throat as you started moving, lifting your hips before sinking back down.

Sam couldn’t seem to get enough of you, his hands roaming your body and squeezing and caressing until you felt like you were going to combust.

“Sam, please,” you moaned, bouncing on his cock. Every time you sank down, he ground against that sensitive area inside you. You dripped down his length as you slowly lost control, your arousal collecting at the base until it looked like he was leaking out of you.

You moved against each other with an indulgent drag, as if everything was going to turn to dust again. The life you shared was a gift, one that you no longer wanted to waste. You wanted to spend the rest of your years with him, wanted to have his children. Just the thought of him filling you made you clench so tightly that you had to stop, hovering on the precipice of ecstasy.

As you sank back down, you were pushed over the edge.

Sam’s name left your lips as you came, swirling your hips for more friction. Beneath you, Sam reached his peak as well, pulling you down so he stayed buried deep inside. Hot ropes of his seed painted your walls, filling you with a warmth that you’d never felt before.

He kissed your neck as you both shuddered in each other’s arms.

Eventually the sharp burn of pleasure settled into a soothing glow, as if everything was right in the world. You stayed on top of him for a few minutes, savoring his warmth and the fullness inside you. Soft murmurs of his name left your lips as Sam kissed down your neck and mouthed at your tits. “Sam, baby…”

“You’re so amazing,” he said, voice soft. Trailing kisses back up until he reached your lips, he murmured, “I love you so much.”

Those three words made your heart skip a beat. You never thought you’d get to hear those words, much less say them in return. They were always a late night fantasy, a makeshift reality that you could fall asleep to.

You no longer needed to fantasize.

Tears pricked at your eyes. “I love you, too. I have for a very long time.” You kissed your boyfriend deeply, committing his touch to memory. “Let’s go home.”

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𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 : 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, alcohol, future chapters will have smut so... be aware of that ig lol. like tiniest mention of weed

a/n : thinking of making this a bit of a series but we’ll see ? i also have a heavy week of exams next week but i am free from school for like three months (yay fucking hey) so i’ll try to prepare a second chapter because we all know i won’t revise lol. also loosely based off of a roger taylor x reader fic i read a while ago ! i can’t remember the name/author, but if i find it again i’ll tag the author. all characters are mine, aside from brian may/anita. thank you for reading ! this is set in 1994, and freddie doesn’t die/ john doesn’t retire because we’re not gonna deal with that kettle of fish in this fic.

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it wasn't raining today, surprisingly. it wasn't as if it was unusual for the uk - it was always like this - rain, and then a week straight of blazing hot sun. you could even say you'd grown to love it. you'd enjoyed playing with little anya colston the day before, the thirteen year old who lived next to your parents. you'd been in the pool her parents owned, when you heard of a new couple moving in two doors down. rumours had gone round of the husband being famous, but for what you nor anya knew. you both just hoped they wouldn't be as dull and empty as the other adults were (something you and anya had bonded over - your mutual hatred for prissy adults).

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"y/n, darling, please hurry up. you know your father and i don't want to be late." your mother called up the stairs, watching as y/n slid down the bannister. "and the countless times you've slid down the bloody bannister. you'll break your neck one day." she added, sighing as she gave you a once over. "where's xavier ? xavier, hurry up !" she called, and the heavy footsteps of her older brother sounded above them. "why is he always allowed to be the last one out, but i get a bollocking if i am ?" y/n groaned, sitting on the step. "because, you know how xavier's like." your mother said, sighing as xavier finally made an appearance. you huffed as she stood up, and stalked towards the door, xavier not far behind you. 

the second the family entered the maybank home, your mother made a beeline for the champagne flutes on the breakfast bar; your father to the men outside (also where more alcohol was), and xavier followed suit, albeit reluctantly. and although you could think of nothing worse than talking to the women, you followed your mother - entirely for the champagne. "y/n ! how are your a levels going ?" diane asked, peering at you over her wine glass. "i think she's doing alright - she did drop literature for psychology, but i suppose it's better than what she could've chosen." your mother smiled patronisingly. "oh ! darling, this is anita - she's just moved in." diane smiled, gesturing to the woman next to her. you had to admit, she was beautiful. and even better, she didn't share the same patronising smile your mother and the other women donned constantly. "it's nice to meet you, anita." you smiled, taking a sip from your flute. "not too much, sweetheart," your mother said. always the one to take the fun out of everything - and what was the point in not being able to drink; these gatherings were hardly tolerable sober, and you were seventeen. "i'm gonna go find the kids." you muttered, snatching your glass from the table. 

soon enough, you found three girls, only a few years younger than you, sat by the pool. "y/n ! c'mere !" anya called, waving her hand. you made your way to the girls, and anya introduced you - louise was the older girl, recently turned fifteen, and emily the younger, was ten. they were the daughters of the new family, so you and anya made sure to give them the run down on who was who. dominique and otis rains, your own parents; they only had you and xavier. diane and emanual colston were anya's parents (admittedly the least snobby), and had anya and carlson, who was louise's age. then there was adrianna and henry maybank, who had mina (the only girl your age, but after her parents found the pot you frequently smoked under her bed, they sent her to boarding school somewhere out west in the country). florence and alistair bohr (florence was the youngest and prettiest, but the one who tried the hardest. alistair was a sixty - something year old ceo. in your eyes, a perfect match). then finally, there was louise and emily's parents, anita and brian may. they said they also had an older brother, jimmy, who, when you looked over, looked deep in conversation with xavier. the girls appeared to sound equally as disdained by the adult snobbery as you and anya were (mina also - speaking of, it was a shame she wasn't here. you thought she'd broken up from school by now). you warned the girls of the sunday brunches too. it was either you tired yourself out by playing tennis, or you drinking sangria's and champagne with the women, who all ogled the fit male tennis players and bartenders, and seemingly had endless shit to talk.

you glanced up at the men - the very people you found trying to avoid at all costs, but you were curious as to who this brian was. you could've sworn you recognised his name, but from where you couldn't recall. as you scanned the group, you noticed an unfamiliar mop of curly hair - in which became familiar to you very quickly. how could you not know ? that was when the memories of your poster clad walls, concerts that left you and mina with sore throats, and various records with those four faces adorned across the front strewn across your bedroom floor rushed back. "one second." you murmured to the girls, as you got up, and dusted off your skirt, making a beeline towards the group in a spurt of confidence. 

"y/n ! i was wondering how you had been with those women for so long, i didn't see you leave. this is brian, our knew neighbour." your father smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "my youngest, y/n." your father grinned to brian, and you looked up at him. and christ, you knew he was tall, but he was a bloody giant. "i think what my father really means is that it'll be nice for another man around. he's getting bored of these three dinosaurs." you grinned, the same cheeky grin you'd inherited from your father. "glad to know you don't seem like the others." he laughed, shaking your outstretched hand. "god no, i like to think i taught her better than to end up like those women. in secret, of course, the missus would slaughter me." your father laughed, the others following suit. but you liked the look of brian, a lot. more than you should, but who could blame you ?  you'd practically been in love with the man since you were twelve. not that you would tell him of course. and then you heard the squeal, one you'd known all your life - mina was here. "i'll be back." you smiled uneasily, and rushed inside to find the tall brunette in the doorway. "get here you silly bitch !" she shouted, barrelling into you, tackling you to the ground. "language, mina." adrianna sighed, tossing the keys onto the shelf near the door. she too, like your mother had, rushed to the wine and the women. she needed a drink, after picking up her spritely daughter and managing to cope for a two hour car ride. you and mina rushed upstairs into her bedroom, and you slammed the door behind you. "right, do not freak out. we have new neighbours." you began, looking at mina's flushed face. "and ?" she asked,

"it's brian may."

"it's who, now ?"

"brian may."

"brian may ? the new - new - new guitar guy ? the man we've been gushing over since before we had tits ?"

"yeah, that's the guy."

mina laughed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "good god. glad you haven't pounced him yet. if it was roger, i know i would've." she smirked, making sideways glances to her own queen poster above her bed - that had been signed by every member during their '86 tour. "well, not only is his wife and three kids downstairs, he was bombarded by males. shame, really." you joked. 

"kids ?" she gasped, hopeful they were like anya. 

"thankfully, louise and emily are exactly like anya." you smiled. 

"i'll finish this later. i wanna meet the newbies." she wiggled her eyebrows, running out of her room, with you tow.

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Obey Me! - Fractured Mind AU

Chapter 3: Listen to What's Unspoken

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"The Brothers had planned a farewell party for you? How sweet of them. But...that isn't all what you remember, is it? Go on..."

The club may have been less packed than usual, but it was in no way any less lively. 

MC and Asmo were greeted by not only the remaining Brothers, but also the Angels, Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, and various other RAD students who MC had befriended during their year. Not long after they stepped into the room did Diavolo make his way over to MC, Barbatos in tow.

"Why, hello MC! I must say, I'm quite honored to have been invited to your farewell party. You have done so much for the Exchange Program, I think a lively send-off is more than well deserved! I do hope you've enjoyed yourself here in the Devildom, and may your final day here be one to remember!"

With a bright smile, Diavolo then excused himself to allow them to mingle with other guests. However, Barbatos stayed behind, looking at MC as though he had something to say, before quickly changing tune, giving MC a tranquil smile and turning to follow Diavolo without a word.

MC wasn't alone for long, when a certain angelic chihuahua quickly made his way over and hugged them tightly.

"MC! This will be the last day we see each other, isn't it? I'll miss you, but at least you won't have to deal with those demons anymore, right? And neither will we, for that matter!"

Simeon, with a lighthearted chuckle, strolled over to join in the conversation.

"I don't think MC shares the same sentiments, Luke. They seem to have a mutual liking to each other, at least if this party's any indication! But anyway...it has been a pleasure meeting you, MC. Hopefully this won't be goodbye. Take care of yourself, hm?"

With that, Simeon and a reluctant Luke walked off. MC walked further onto the main floor, until being stopped by their fellow human exchange student.

"My, my. You've certainly made a name for yourself here, haven't you? Not only did you manage to have the infamous demon brothers throwing you a party on your final day here, but you even have the Prince of the Devildom in attendance."

He gave MC a slightly slanted smirk before continuing. 

"I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised, if not mildly jealous. I'm the sole sorcerer of the two of us, and yet you still seemed to have bested me in terms of success in this little experiment. Still, I'm no sore loser. Well played, MC."

Without another word, off Solomon went, leaving MC alone once again. That is, of course, until the demon brothers swarmed them.

After hours of dancing, socializing, being smothered lovingly by the brothers and eating, MC found themselves on the club's balcony, gazing up at the Devildom moon, enjoying it's moonlight one final time. The hour they dreaded the most was drawing closer, and they knew the party was set to end once you stepped through the portal back home.

At least, that's how it was meant to end.

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A Chapter a Day... Savage Heart CS AU

A love story between a pirate and his savior. An innocent, beautiful, selfless woman meets a man with no manners, no formal education and not even a last name. Will Emma fall in love with Killian once she discovers that beneath his tough exterior lies a heart-wild, but a heart of gold? This is a Captain Swan AU

Beta-ed by the sweet @ilovemesomekillianjones

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Chapter 3: The Betrothal

~~~Flashback

The Nolan's are a very respectable family in high society even though they now find themselves in bankruptcy. Their financial problems had emerged from one too many bad deals made by James, David's identical twin brother. James Nolan had always been known to be the reckless brother of the two. He had angered so many people in his dealings. Those actions were the reason for his tragic demise.

His death leaves Count David Nolan, his lovely wife Snow, and their beautiful, young daughter behind with a tattered and uncertain financial future.

Despite the insecurities they now face, Emma Nolan is loved and adored by her parents. She is especially close to her father. Emma will forever be her father's little duckling, his sweet little princess.

Months after his brother's death, David receives a letter from Jackeline, James' coming of age love. She tells him of Milah's existence, a niece, a cousin to Emma. Sadly, by the time the letter arrives, Jackeline had met her death as well.

David decides to fix the injustice that his young niece and her mother had to face. David tells Snow the story and then leaves with her blessing, on a quest to retrieve Milah.

Ten-year-old Emma sits waiting as her mother tells her she has big news. "Emma darling, we will soon have an addition to our small family."

Emma's ears perk up to the news, and a wide smile covers her face, she has always hoped for a little sister, she would even settle for a brother. "Mother, am I getting a little sister?" Emma asks, trying and failing to hide her excitement.

Snow takes a breath. "No sweetheart, I am not expecting. Your cousin Milah is coming to live with us. She just turned eleven years old. Your father has gone to bring her home."

Emma sits calmly taking in the information, she never knew her Uncle James had children. She scrunches her face in confusion, she's always been an extremely curious child, so she does the only thing that can appease her. She asks questions.

"Mother, how is it possible? Uncle James never married. How can he have a daughter? What is her mom's name? Where have they been? Why are we only finding out now?"

Snow nods and tries to answer her inquisitive daughter's questions as best as she can. "No, he didn't marry, but there are situations that happen unexpectedly. This is not something we can discuss completely at this time. However, we will embrace and love Milah because she is family."

Emma nods vigorously, agreeing with her mother. She already loves her new cousin and she hasn't even met her.

David soon arrives home with his niece in tow. Milah is a beautiful girl that has inherited her mother's looks, she has long, wavy, raven hair and blue eyes. Emma, also a beautiful girl, has inherited an equal mixture of each of her parents. She is the polar opposite of Milah, with her blonde locks from her father, and her mother's lovely emerald eyes.

The exterior is not the only thing that makes the young girls different though. Milah is envious and secretly longs for all that Emma has, she hates that she never met her father, while Emma grew up with her parents doting on her. Milah's mother Jackeline had tried her best but she could barely scrape enough money together for meals. Jackeline had worked in a tavern to provide for Milah and that made her resent Emma for her charmed childhood.

Emma is sweet, loving, and caring, she does everything she can to make Milah feel like a part of the family. She's naive to the manner in which Milah was brought up, and therefore she is unaware of the discourse Milah feels toward her. She has grown to love Milah like a sister, but sadly the feeling is not mutual.

It's not long before talks of a union between two of the most established families in town begin. The Nolan's need to rebuild their financial future and hope that tying themselves to the Booth's will help. The Booth's can think of no better way to secure their good name than being linked to the Nolan family. They decide Emma and August will be joined by marriage.

Emma had met August several times when she was younger. She had only fond memories of him. Despite being a few years her senior, he was always sweet and kind to her, so it didn't bother her that her parents had agreed to the arrangement.

Once the betrothal is arranged, David Nolan decides he must leave his family in order to seek out a way to rebuild his own fortune. If he's able to, he won't have to see his daughter entered into an arranged marriage. As a young man, he had been betrothed to Kathryn Midas. His father George thought that it was the best match for the family.

He had hoped to never put Emma in that position. He had gotten lucky because Kathryn had fallen in love with Frederick Knight, a business partner of her father, and she married him instead.

David had met Snow not long after, and he is forever grateful to have had the fortune of meeting his true love and marrying her. Snow tries to stop him, but he refuses to stay. He wants his daughter to marry for love not to save them. He still has time.

11 Years later

Emma grows up to be even more beautiful than her mother, and as dedicated as her father. She misses him dearly, but remains at home with her mother to keep her company, while Milah travels, spending the money Emma's father has been able to send home. David still waits for the big payout that will allow him to finally return home from Arendelle.

Emma's parents give Milah everything she asks for. Guilt is such a powerful incentive. It always goes back to what she didn't have when she was a child.

Milah's trip is coming to an end. On her last week in Port Royal, she comes face to face with her cousin's betrothed, August Booth who is en route to Misthaven after a long absence from home.

"Don't you remember me?" Milah asks while looking at August through her eyelashes. Milah knows she is beautiful, and she knows exactly who he is.

"I am afraid I don't recall my lady," August responds promptly.

"I'm Emma's cousin, Milah."

The rest, as they say, is history, they spend a whirlwind week together and August falls deeply in love with her. The only reason Milah shows any interest in August is because of his wealth, power, and influence.

Milah returns home and never mentions her interactions with August to Snow or Emma. Milah tries to make the best of her time in Misthaven, but she misses what the big city has to offer. She had gotten too used to the big city and all its fine distractions.

She takes daily strolls on the sandy beach to pass the time. On one of her excursion,s she comes across a modest cabin and stops short when something catches her eye. She sees a man bathing, and quickly hides and keeps observing. Unbeknownst to Milah her presence does not go unnoticed by the handsome man. Even from the distance that separates them, she can clearly see that the man is gorgeous.

He suddenly yells, "Smee, bring my towel and get rid of the dirty water."

Once Smee is close enough, with a smirk, he whispers, "There is a lass by the oak tree, follow her and find out who she is."

Soon Smee returns to give his Captain the information he was able to uncover. "Sir, she entered the Nolan's household. She didn't use the servant's entrance."

"Do the Nolan's have any daughters?" Killian asks lost in thought.

Smee quickly answers him, "They have one daughter, and they took in the daughter of the Count's twin brother who was killed some years back."

"That will be all, for now, Smee," Killian says quickly.

For days Milah shows up by the cabin in hopes of seeing Killian again. As soon as Smee notices her he reports to his Captain. "Sir, she is back."

"Is she now? I guess I better go introduce myself," Killian says with a smile.

Milah is waiting patiently by the oak trees to see if the handsome man will make an appearance.

Killian slowly approaches her from her blind side. "Hello, my lady. Killian Jones at your service."

Milah gasps when she hears him, then smiles and says, "Milah Nolan."

"Countess Nolan, would you like to join me for a glass of wine, or is the request completely out of line for a lowlife like me?" Killian asks.

"I'm afraid I don't drink wine," Milah responds but quickly adds, "I could keep you company."

Killian smiles and guides her inside his cabin, where they talk for hours. As nightfall approaches, Milah reluctantly lets him know she must take her leave. Killian offers to escort her home but she declines.

Over the next couple of weeks, their meetings become a ritual. They get to know each other and quickly fall in love. Killian and Milah soon explore their physical attraction, and Milah gives her maidenhood to Killian not long into their relationship. The truth is, they are being extremely reckless.

One beautifully sunny day, Milah and Killian go swimming. Milah gets out of the warm water to lounge and bask under the horizon. Killian emerges out of the clear blue water to join her. He looks like an Adonis, not a pirate as the water travels down his glistening and toned body. He finally reaches her and leisurely gets on his knees then crawls on top of her to kiss her passionately. They end up in his cabin enjoying each other.

That same night, Killian proposes to Milah and informs her of a business trip that he will be taking on his ship, The Jolly Roger. He assures her that on his return they will be able to marry. He knows it will be a very lucrative deal and he will be able to offer her the life that she desires. Milah accepts his proposal quickly.

"Mother it is so lovely to see you. I have missed you," August tells his mother upon her arrival to Port Royal.

She smiles and leans in to kiss his cheeks. "I have missed you too. I came to surprise you; I hope you don't mind making the trip back home with your mother."

August smiles and only nods his agreement, he wishes he was making the trip back with a certain young brunette who stole his heart just a few days ago.

"Are you excited to finally be going back home? I know Emma is looking forward to seeing you again and starting wedding preparations as soon as poss-"

August cuts her off, "Mother I am afraid I cannot marry Emma. I have fallen in love with Milah. I will not marry someone I do not love. I am truly sorry."

"August, how could you do something like that? You knew very well of the betrothal," his mother seethes.

"Mother, you mentioned it once or twice in passing when I was young. How was I supposed to know you were serious?" August quickly snaps back the retort.

After hours of arguing Cora finally relents and agrees to break the news to Emma and Snow.

The arrival of August in Misthaven will surely break more than one heart.

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SolangeloWeek Day 5 - Age Regression/Kidfic

Words: 2517

Special thanks to Val aka @jayjay-graceless and Annie aka @bookplush for those absolutely genius names within their robot child 

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There wasn’t ever anything for Nico di Angelo to look forward to in sex ed, especially in a public high school. He supposed they should be lucky to get any sort of education at all, but the 40 minute period every day was just another reference to their heteronormative society. If they had to learn about every single type of birth control, it would be nice to at least cover some sort of protection for same-sex couples. It’s not even like his sexuality or his relationship with Will was a secret. 

 Even the ‘study games’ were cruel. One game involved them putting post-its on their back with words either relating to male or female genitalia, and they had to guess what it was using ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions. If it weren’t for Frank (bless him) choosing to savor his embarrassment and reminding him about it, Nico would have been walking around with ‘penis’ on his back for the rest of the day. (He still doesn’t think the rest of their friends forgive him for catching him before he walked out of the room). 

However, there was always one unit that everyone always looked forward to near the end of the year: their parenthood unit. After years of trying (and failing) to reign the disaster of using eggs or sacks of flour as their ‘children’, the school implanted actual robotic babies into the system specifically for this unit. Their final grade of the semester was determined along a week of taking care of the robotic baby, which would track whether or not they mishandled the baby in a way that would upset an actual living, breathing child. The catch is it would be done in partnerships.

The moment their teacher announced it, Nico looked right at Will, who wiggled his eyebrows. Nico gave Will a quick nod in response. He noticed for a second that Piper and Annabeth were eyeing him warily before looking at each other in a mutual agreement about something, but he chose to ignore it. Of course he was going to choose Will for this project. 

When their teacher finally called for their groups to get together, Will immediately moved to sit next to Nico. The two glanced around, seeing who else paired up. Some of them were obvious from known friendships, while others seemed to be a have-nobody-else-to-partner-with type situation. One of the most unfortunate situations was Frank Zhang, his sister’s boyfriend; Hazel was in the class under them, which left Frank to be paired with one of the Stoll brothers. Nico was lucky to be in a class with his boyfriend and a lot of his friends, otherwise, he probably would have ended up like that.

 Annabeth and Piper had paired together, which was a surprise to Nico as both of their boyfriends were in the class. However, judging by the harmless death glares and teasing, Jason and Percy seemed to have turned this entire assignment into a competition against the girls. Nico just rolled his eyes at them; the overly dramatic bromance between both groups was too much for him at times.

Next to him, Will was already chattering excitedly. 

“I’ve been coming up with names while she was talking,” he said, pulling a folder from his backpack. “I’m thinking something extravagant. Maybe Percival or Wulfric for a boy, and Celestia or Antoinette for a girl.” He glanced down the list again. “Oh! Wellington is also a good one! Or Febreeze-”

“We aren’t naming it,” Nico said, shutting the folder with a laugh. It was funny how everyone expected Nico to be more flamboyant as the fully gay one, but sometimes he felt like his bisexual boyfriend came right from playing Kurt Hummel in Glee.

Will pouted for a second before he continued. “My mom told me at the beginning of the year when we got the permission slip for this assignment that you would be able to stay whichever night to make it easier on us. Or I can stay at your house, whatever you want.” Nico just nodded along, a small smile forming on his face. Who knew a stupid sex ed assignment would be an excuse to spend all week with his boyfriend. 

Will left to get their robot baby from the teacher, and Annabeth immediately slid into his place.

“I don’t think you should do this project with Will,” she said. Nico’s head immediately snapped up from the sheet of instructions, eyes narrowing.

“Give me one good reason.”

“Oh, I’ll give you multiple reasons. Do you know how much strain a baby will put on a marriage, much less a regular relationship? Especially when you're in high school. And have you ever spent more than a weekend with Will? It says you’re supposed to try and take care of the baby together as much as possible. You don’t know how long you can stand him for. Your patience is already going to be strained enough.”

Nico’s eyes shifted, avoiding her stormy gray ones staring him down. “None of those are good reasons,” he mumbled.

Annabeth sighed, finally letting her arms drop to the desk rather than in their crossed position. “Look, there’s a reason I’m not even doing it with Percy, and we’ve been dating for nearly two years-”

“Isn’t this supposed to be, like, the true test though?” He cut her off. “See if we could actually handle being around each other every day, or if we would be good with children?” He wouldn’t ever admit it, not even to himself yet, but Nico could honestly see himself spending the rest of his life with Will. (It was too terrifying to think about so usually he chose not to.)

“What you and Will have is good, Nico, I’m not denying that,” she pushed. “I just don’t want it to be ruined. Not when you’ve gotten this far.”

Nico sighed. He hated that she had a point. If he had an existential crisis surrounding his relationship with Will in the next week, he was blaming it entirely on her.

“I think you’d have to kill him to not do this project with me,” he said, rolling his eyes in an attempt to shake off his hesitance. 

Before she could respond, Will came bounding back, and all the doubt Annabeth had planted in his mind was momentarily forgotten. Because even though it was obviously made out of plastic (and oh goodness, those eyes were terrifyingly empty) his heart melted a little bit at the sight of his boyfriend with a baby in his arms. 

“Go get back to your own kid,” Nico said, shoving her out of the chair. She gave him the stink eye before returning to Piper; their baby had already started emitting a robotic cry somehow. 

“Are you okay?” Will asked, and the gleeful tone in his voice before had disappeared. “Whatever she said to you seemed pretty upsetting.” 

Nico smiled, and thankfully it didn’t feel fake. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

And just like that, regular old Will was back. “Great! Because I figured out the perfect name for her.” Nico raised an eyebrow at him, but he continued anyway. “Delphina Oregano Galavine,”

“Its initials are D-O-G. You named it Dog.” Nico stated.

“di Angelo-Solace,” Will added hastily.

“Nope, too late. I’m calling it Dog."

***

As it turns out, Dog (yes, Nico was seriously calling it that) wasn’t actually that difficult to take care of in school. They were given their babies that Friday morning and were required to take care of it up until Monday. All the teachers were aware of the project, so most of them went easy on their students. 

He says most, as his history teacher thought it would be hilarious to give presentations that day. Thankfully, Will had taken Dog to his class, so Nico was allowed to present in peace, while others had to try and rely on their friends or anyone around them to watch their baby. Nothing like trying to present on American history while a couple teenagers tried to frantically silence any robotic crying. 

It was the start of that weekend when the chaos of parenthood really started. Nico blames the whole thing on Will and his poor judgment, to be honest. 

They had a plan to meet up at Will’s house on Saturday after Nico got off of work. Instead, Will showed up at Nico’s work. With the baby. 

Will tried to play it off like he was just a casual shopper, browsing the aisles with a robotic baby in tow. Whatever effect it may have had on other shoppers, though, it did not have the same one on him. Nico’s cheeks were heating up as he approached his manager in the back.

“You have to kick him out,” Nico pleaded to Reyna. 

“Why? He’s not doing anything wrong,” she seemed unfazed by the whole situation.

Nico gaped at her. “He’s holding a robotic child.” 

“Your robotic child, might I remind you. And that’s not even the strangest thing we’ve seen here.” (That part was true; retail was wacky). “Besides, isn’t it like, kinda romantic that he came to visit you with your child?” 

Nico glared at her, but she glared right back before instructing him to get back to work. He took that as an invitation to go over to Will. “What the hell are you doing here?” Nico hissed at him.

Will jumped, nearly dropping the baby in his arms. Nico was so thankful he didn’t; they were lucky it was sleeping right now. The only thing worse than this current situation was if the baby was fussy right now. (Although, that could get Will kicked out, which wouldn’t be all that bad).

“Oh, hey Nico!” he smiled. “I got bored just lying around at home, and I think she did too.” He hoisted the baby higher up in his arm so he had a better grip around her. 

“But why did you bring it out in public?” 

Will’s brow furrowed. “What, did you just expect to hide away at home for an entire weekend?” 

“Yeah, kind of!” Nico gritted his teeth.

“Is that how you would treat a real child?”

“No, but-”

“So why would you treat this one any different?”

“Because that’s not a real child, Will!” He didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, but Will looked more angry than sad.

“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” he asked flatly, and Nico felt his heart break a little bit. 

“No, I’m not embarrassed by you, Will. I could never be, even when you do something worth being embarrassed for. Nor would I be embarrassed to be with you with an actual child,” Will looked relieved at that, but Nico wasn’t finished. “I am embarrassed by that-” he pointed to the doll in Will’s arms. “-though. It freaks me out, and I think it’s freaking other people out.”

Will looked around like it was the first time he noticed that he was in a public setting with a robot baby in his arms. “Oh,” he said, glancing at a few confused shoppers as they passed. “I’ll just- I’m gonna go” he ducked his head as his cheeks heated up, and Nico felt bad for him.

“Hold on,” Nico grabbed his arm. “Just stay there for a second, I’m going to go ask Reyna for the rest of the afternoon off.”

***

If Nico remembered correctly, there was one benefit that came from being able to spend his weekend at Will’s house for this project. It was Sunday, though, and they had yet to take advantage of that benefit. 

Dog was sleeping in the corner on the weird makeshift-bed of pillows Will had put together on top of his dresser. Will’s actual dog, a golden retriever named Sunny (Will had named her when he was 5), had been taken by Naomi to a vet appointment. His half-sister, Kayla, was out shopping with friends, and his half-brother, Austin, was at work. Which meant Will and Nico were home alone. With no distractions.

Currently, they were sitting across from each other on Will’s bed, studying for their upcoming math test. Nico knew he probably needed to actually work on his study guide (he hardly paid any attention in math anyway, after their teacher made the mistake of letting him and Will sit next to each other, that class was entirely them goofing off in the back) but instead he leaned over and kissed Will on the cheek. Will looked up from the problem he was working on for a second and gave Nico a quick kiss, before taking Nico’s hand with his free one and going back to work.

That wasn’t working for Nico, though, so he yanked on his hand, pulling the Will toward him. Thankfully, Will complied, dropping the textbook and paper on his lap in favor of leaning down to kiss Nico. He ended up pulling Nico down on top of him, so they were laying back on his bed. 

Nico tore his lips away from Will’s and kissed along his jaw and down his neck as he pushed the flannel that Will was wearing off his shoulders. He sat up for a second, straddling Will’s hips as he tugged his shirt over his head as Will did the same with his own. He leaned back down, pressing his bare chest to Will’s as he went back to work on the skin around Will’s collarbone. 

Will’s eyes rolled back, fluttering before shutting completely as he gasped and sighed before pulling Nico back up to kiss him on the lips once again.

Nico was about to reach for Will’s jeans when a robotic cry echoed throughout the room, causing both boys to groan in annoyance

“I’m gonna turn off that stupid thing,” Nico mumbled into Will’s neck. 

“I wouldn’t argue with that.”

***

Nico and Will stood in front of a desk the next day, Dog laying quietly on top as their teacher clicked through her laptop

“Congrats, boys, you guys got an A-,” their teacher said before moving onto the next group. Will sighed in relief.

Immediately, he walked over to Piper and Annabeth’s table to gloat. “Suck it, Chase,” he grinned. “We were fantastic parents.”

“We still got a higher grade than you,” Annabeth pointed out. “But I have to say, I’m impressed. I don’t think I would have done that well with Percy. I guess you were right,” she sounded pained as she said it, and Nico gloated.

Walking back to his desk, Will was staring blankly at the baby. 

“I think I’m gonna miss her,” he said.

Nico considered it for a second. “I think I’m going to miss having an excuse to sleep over at your house.”

“Yeah, about that. Apparently, you left a very visible mark on my neck, and Lou Ellen and I do not have the same skin tone,” Will said, then asked: “So, when do you want kids?” 

Nico glared at him with no real anger behind his eyes, slapping him playfully on the arm. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, there.”

~~~

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Request: Hello, cool blog! I have a request if that's alright: Captain Kirk falling for Spock's half sister, who's human (reader is female) thank you! - @demigodgirl91

A/N: Naming a story in Vulcan. Oh yeah, I’m so deep in this I’m never gonna see the light of day again. It means “too much time” or “it has been too long since I last saw you”

Spock and Kirk stood waiting in front of the airlock door. Your ship had just docked with the Enterprise in response to a distress call. When the door swished open, you stepped aboard, your first officer in tow.

“It’s good to see you again, Captain,” you greeted Kirk, shaking his hand.

“We have to meet under better circumstances one of these days.”

You nodded your agreements before turning to Spock. “S’chn.”

“(Y/N).”

“Your bangs are a disaster.”

“As are your manners.”

You kept your hard expression for a moment before it broke into a smile.

“I am glad to see you well.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You held your hand out toward your first officer. “Commander Morris is the head of my engineering department. If you would allow him, he would like to meet with the Lieutenant Commander and get started on the repairs right away.”

“Of course. I’ll have Ensign Chekov take him down.” Kirk gave out the order then started directing you to a conference room.

“Ki'kwi'fun-tor,” you told Spock as the two of you walked behind the captain.

“Nuh'mau-wak,” he responded.

“Ah,” you agreed. “Hi ka’i. And I expect a full tour of the new ship,” you spoke up when you switched to English so that Kirk knew you were speaking to him.

It used to bother him when you and your brother spoke to each other in Vulcan. He didn’t like not knowing what you were saying, especially when things got heated, or as heated as a conversation between two people raised on Vulcan could get. But he had gotten used to it a while ago. In fact, he almost found it comforting.

“It’s cute that you thought there was a chance that I wasn’t going to give you a tour,” he said, stopping at a door and waiting off to the side to let you enter first.

You took a seat at the table and listened as the two began to regale you with the choices and mistakes that had lead to their current predicament. You looked over the logs, carefully sorting through all the information they were giving you and deciding what was and wasn’t worth putting in your report.

The formal meeting between high ranking colleagues morphed rather quickly into a coffee shared between old friends.

Jim, as always, found himself constantly trying to make you smile. You weren’t under the same pressure growing up to act Vulcan, so it was a much easier task than getting Spock to smile. But getting you to smile, sincerely smile, still came with its own challenges.

“You disappoint me, Jim,” you said, after he had told you a particularly bad story of his captaining “skills”.

“You’d be more disappointed if I didn’t have any stories.”

A smile started to tug at your lips, but you covered it by lifting your mug to your mouth. “I guess we will never find out.”

“I resent that.”

“I don’t believe you do, sir,” Spock said.  

“Captain?” a man’s voice called from the door.

“Yes?” you and Kirk responded in unison, both your heads turning towards the door.

“Umm… Captain Grayson,” you first officer clarified.

“Yes?” you repeated, unaccompanied by Kirk.

“We’re needed back on the O’Neil.”

“Of course.” You got to your feet, nodding at the two men in front of you in turn. “Kirk. Spock. I’ll be back after I get a chance to speak with my team. Thank you for the coffee.”

Kirk smiled and watched you leave, the whole while being watched by Spock.

“Don’t,” Kirk said, turning to look at his friend.

“Don’t what?” Spock asked, his gaze unwavering and having the distinct look of someone who knew something others really wished he didn’t.

“You know what.” Kirk gathered up the PADDs from the meeting and Spock’s eyes never left him. “Jesus. Blink or something.”

He did as his Captain asked, somehow managing to do it smugly.

-

“How’s Sarak?” Kirk asked as the two of you walked down the hall.

“I’m sure he is well.” You kept your hands clasped behind your back as you walked, barely even looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“You haven’t been talking, have you?”

“Not lately, no.” Kirk was always surprised at your ability to keep emotion out of your voice no matter what. He had seen you let your walls down when it was just the two of you, even when Spock was with you, but whenever you were in public they went right back up.

“He doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to his children.”

“He’s fine with talking to his children. It is only Spock and I that he has a problem with.”

“Uhuh. And how many siblings do you guys have?” He had been trying to get a straight answer to this question for years.

“That depends on what you count as a sibling,” you said as if that should satisfy him.

Kirk snorted and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“If dancing around questions was a sport your family would take gold.”

“It’s a Vulcan trait.”

“Your ears are a little too rounded to use that excuse, sweetheart.” He saw the laugh at his comment start to form, but watched you push it away before it could make its way out of your mouth. “If it helps, Spock feels the opposite. I’m surprised he hasn’t jumped ship yet.”

The two of you stepped into his office.

“He is very loyal to you, Captain.” Once the door closed behind you, you added, “But it does help, thank you.”

“You know, I’ve been reading your reports,” he started, going to his desk.

“You’ve been checking up on me?” you ask, instantly becoming more casual, more human.

“No, of cour-” he stopped looking back at you. “Yes. At least once a month. You’ve been busy.”

“So have you.” You walked around to the other side of the table. “But you need to learn how to write a proper report. You sound like a nine year old writing in his diary about his first crush.”

He let out a loud laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“It’s been too long,” he smiled.

“Since I saved your butt?” you teased.

“Yes. You should do it more often.”

The corners of your mouth lifted and his smile turned into a full grin.

-

“I’m not letting you go out there!” Kirk shouted as he raced after you through the shaking corridors of the Enterprize.

“If somebody doesn’t, we won’t survive this.” You only raised your voice so that he could hear you over the commotion.

“That somebody isn’t you.” He took hold of your hand, causing you to stop and turn around. You sent his hand a sharp look before moving your eyes up to meet his.

“I am the most senior officer aboard this ship,” you told him. “You are in no position to give me orders, Captain.”

“It wasn’t a order, Captain.” His eye held something you recognized but couldn’t quite place. It had been there when he had seen you at the memorial service for Vulcan and every time Amanda was brought up in conversation. You saw it through your screen when you had been stuck in sickbay after a misstep on a mission had left you battered and bruised. You wished that you were raised around humans. You wished you knew what his looks meant.

You stared at him for a moment longer, before a particularly bad jolt through the ship reminded you of the urgency of your mission.

In one swift move, you slipped your hand from his and turned to carry on your way. You knew he was hot on your heels, but he didn’t say anything else until you were pulling an EVA suit from the rack and stepping into it.

“There’s nothing I can do to stop you, is there?”

“No.”

Your answer changed his whole personality. His hands wrapped around your collar, helping to tug it up over your shoulders. Then he moved to close it.

“What are you doing?” you asked, letting him dress you.

“You’re not doing this alone.” He clipped the tether to the back of your suit. “I’m going to be there every step of the way. If your radio goes silent for even a second, I’m going out after you.” He pulled your helmet down over your head, locked it in place, and kept his hands on either side. “Stay focused. Stay alert. Come back to me.”

You nodded and he let go of you, allowing you to step back and away from him. He watched you go through the airlock and exit the ship, before he started off back down the hall at a full sprint. The moment he was on the bridge, he switched on a com.

“How we coming?”

“It’s breathtaking,” you told him. You had never been out there with just an EVA suit between you and the stars. Even with all the debris littering the area and threatening the lives of both crews, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

“Focus, Grayson,” Kirk reminded you.

“I’m at the leak. I’m-” You had to duck as piece of an old ship came uncomfortably close to the ship. “Patching it now.”

“What was that?”

“I believe it was a piece of hull plating,” you said casually as you got down on your knees and pulled a tool from your belt.

“Be careful.” He turned to Chekov. “How much time do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes before the radiation becomes lethal, sir.”

“Grayson, did you hear that? Fifteen minutes.”

“I have a countdown on my helmet, Kirk.” Your breathing was thick and heavy as you struggled to work.

“Don’t give me that attitude,” Kirk said.

“Is there an attitude you would prefer?” You could hear him trying not to laugh and smiled to yourself.

“Just focus on your work.”

You tried, but it seemed Kirk was very serious about not going radio silent for even a minute. Everytime you would get into a groove his voice would crackle through your helmet asking you how it was going.

“I need you back on the ship.”

“One moment.”

“No, now. I’m not going to watch you die. Get your ass back in the ship,” Kirk said sternly.

“I’m finished,” you told him, standing up. “Headed back to the airlock.”

Kirk, unsurprisingly, was waiting for you inside. He ripped your helmet unceremoniously from your head and tossed it to the floor. His hands flew to the side of your face, twisting it this way and that, inspecting every feature closely.

“Hey! Tha’s delicate equipment!” Scotty yelled, rushing to pick the helmet back up.

“Sorry,” Kirk said, dropping his hands from you. “Get changed. I’m taking you to medical.”

“Kirk, I’m fine.” Turning to Scotty, you started tugging your suit off. “Did that fix the problem?”

“Aye.” He waited until you had completely stripped of your EVA suit and were left only in your uniform to hand you a PADD.

You looked over it and gave it back. “Good. Is Commander Morris on board?”

“No, he went back to O’Neil.”

“Thank you.” You walked past Kirk and he immediately fell into step beside you.

“You’re going to medical before you go see Morris.”

“I made it back in plenty of time. There’s no need for a doctor,” you said.

“Humor me.”

“Why are you acting this way?” you asked, clasping your hands together.

“Maybe because you could have died.”

You stopped and turned to look at him. After a second, you nodded like you were examining a painting. Then walked away with a small “hm.”

“What? What was that?” he asked in a panic, chasing after you.

“What was what?”

“That face! That ‘Hm’!”

“Nothing. I just realized that you have feelings for me.”

“What? I don’t- What would make you- I don’t know-,” Kirk stumbled.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you told him calmly. “I feel the same way.”

“You do?” You didn’t have to turn around to know that he was smirking.

“Yes. Now if you excuse me, I do have work to.”

[thewhiterabbit42]

Out of the Dark

Part 8 of Home for the Holidays (Masterlist)

Summary: Sometimes being put in the dark forces you to reach for the light.

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings/tags: fluff, slow burn, human Gabriel, cuddling for warmth, bed sharing, secret cuddles, mutual pining

Word Count: 4484

Special thanks to my wonderful beta @sumara62 and for @a-wing-and-a-pen for some thoughts and inspiration that made it into this part (but not THE thought we talked about lol).

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This was not how you imagined spending your time with him, huddling in front of a fire, wrapped in blankets, just trying to make it through the night without freezing to death.  

Your first instinct when the power had gone out was that something was wrong.  After a thorough check of the house (with Gabriel in tow because apparently staying put was not an option for him), you’d finally come to the conclusion it was the heavy snow that was responsible for the lights and not some uninvited guests.  

You’d still been tempted to put a line of salt in all the doors and windows, just to be safe.  He’d talked you out of that project in lieu of something much more fun involving the old board games you’d found in the basement and a freshly opened bottle of schnapps.  

“I can’t believe I’m drinking this straight from the bottle,” you winced, more at the way you could feel your integrity dissolving with each additional swig than from the taste.  

“Hang onto that bottle, sweet cakes, because B-8.”  He smirked triumphantly as you groaned, your last battleship sunk before you’d managed to even get two of his.  This time the face you made had everything to do with the copious amount of liquid you had to force down your throat and the fast approaching inebriation you could feel flooding your veins.

Why again had you thought it was a good idea to play anything strategic against someone who’d had thousands of years on you?  He’d probably been at every battle that ever made it into the history books as a tactical innovation.

You would have passed out before dinner if he hadn’t taken mercy on you and switched to the more chance based games, allowing you the opportunity to make him drink, finally.  By the time evening came, you landed in the pleasantly buzzed range, making it harder for you to resist those little subtleties of his.  The way his eyes would crinkle in the corner when you could get him to laugh or when you teased a real smile out of him. The shy way he’d drop his gaze when you made a particularly bold remark.  How he periodically would tuck his hair behind his ears making it curl even more at the ends and jut out in different directions.

You landed in the pleasantly buzzed range, making it harder for you to resist those little subtleties of his.  The way his eyes would crinkle in the corner when you could get him to laugh or when you teased a real smile out of him.  The shy way he’d drop his gaze when you made a particularly bold remark.  How he periodically would tuck his hair behind his ears making it curl even more at the ends and jut out in different directions.

It also made it difficult to detect when exactly the heat stopped working.  

That didn’t matter so much as when you could expect it to be fixed.  With the way the snow continued to steadily fall, the answer was not anytime soon.  The silver lining had been the gas stove and cans of soup you’d found stashed in your friend’s apartment, affording you at least a hot dinner, though the plentiful supply of alcohol certainly hadn’t hurt either.  

Gabriel’s eyes perused one of the few full cabinets in the house, and he simply gave you a look.  

“What?”  You asked, pulling down the spiced rum so you could get the hot apple cider started.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but I think you might have a problem.”

You stared at him a second, before reaching across his body.  The movement brought you nearer, his breath ghosting briefly over your skin.  The warmth tickled at your nose, a sharp contrast to the chill that refused to let it go.  His eyes dropped curiously down, to what you weren’t sure, as you opened the cabinet next to him revealing a plethora of hot chocolate, candy, and other sweet treats.  

“You were saying?”  You took a step back, folding your arms over your chest.  

He took one look at his stash before casually closing the door.  “Forget I said anything.”

You glanced over at him, watching the firelight flicker over his features.  Gold became saturated with orange tones, painting it closer to bronze. The shadows that danced in tandem with these lively colors made his profile even more striking than before.  You weren’t conscious of the snapshot forming in your mind, or how this moment would become one of many memories that would bring a smile to your face years later, only that, for a brief moment, you felt a sense of awe and appreciation.  

You could still see it, that unmistakable infiniteness that had always accompanied his presence.  Before, it had only ever been something your instincts had grasped at, something you knew was inherent in him.  In this moment, it was tangible, radiating along warmth saturated hues until he almost glowed.  

He reminded you of dusky sunlight during a late Indian summer, and you wondered, would he feel just as pleasant on your skin if you reached out and touched him?

That should have been your first clue that maybe now was a good time to stop drinking.  

He had grown quiet again, retreating back into this thoughts.  You could see him wavering on the edge of staying present and withdrawing fully.  You wondered what it was that beckoned to him in his mind.  Was it shades of the past that still haunted him?  Were there glimmers of light that helped offset the dark?  The more present he remained, the more curious you found yourself, though both of those things came with its own set of drawbacks.  Like you staring and him actually noticing.  

“What?”  He glanced sideways at you and you froze.  

“I was just - I was wondering...” your sudden loss of mastery over the English language should have been your second sign to put your drink down.  The third and most telling indication was how dangerously close you were to blurting out do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?  

“...how are you hands?”  You finished lamely, earning yourself a high arching sweep of his brow.  Your cheeks exploded with heat and you casually tried to hide it behind your mug.  It was the wrong move.  The large swallow of apple cider delivered another hefty dose of rum to your system, and you could feel your head beginning to swim.

“For starters, they’re down here,” he wiggled his fingers along his cup for emphasis, his eyes twinkling.  “But, you tell me, doc.”   

He set down his drink before holding out both palms for inspection.  You put your cider aside, and as your fingertips touched his, a spark of something leapt out through the contact, making you question whether or not he really did have some residual celestial energy kicking around.  

Your heart skipped, its cadence thrown off by the ensuing shockwaves that skittered through you.  You swallowed, trying to ignore your body’s response as you looked him over. The rawness was completely healed, but you couldn’t help but notice how dry his skin was.  You unconsciously brushed over a spot between his thumb and forefinger that looked cracked, and you resolved to find something to help with that in town tomorrow.

When you felt how cold his fingers were, you couldn’t help but frown.

The whole reason you had taken him here was not to keep him safe, but so he could also be comfortable.  He didn’t need to run from motel to motel, never fully rested, living off cheap rooms and even cheaper food.  You wanted more for him, better, and you had yet to deliver it.  

“I’m sorry it’s been so miserable here,” you told him quietly.

His hands closed around yours, giving them a light squeeze.  “Don’t worry about it, kid. I can think of worse places to be.”

You snorted.  He was probably used to lavishness and luxuries beyond your wildest imagination.  How could this be ok on top of everything else he’d suffered?

His fingers eased out from beneath yours and he hooked one under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I mean it.  I’d rather be here.”  Gold grew bright with something you didn’t understand and a surge of heat and shyness swelled up within you.  Your cheeks began to glow, almost as bright as your chill-kissed nose.  You couldn’t escape his stare, though you weren’t sure you wanted to as ripples of copper reflected back in your direction, taking on a vibrancy that had been absent since his return.    

“You deserve better.”  The emotions you tried to contain bled out through your words and the entire world suddenly stilled as you watched amber grow more intense than you’d ever experienced.  You could have rationalized it as a trick of the firelight, except when everything lurched back to life there was an additional brightness in his eyes, as if some of the tarnish had been scrubbed away.   

“You know what you deserve? To be warm.”   He held out his arm, opening up his blanket and offering you a spot inside.  You hesitated, mind whirring as you considered his offer.  “Come on, Rudolph, I don’t bite.  But I do get cold now, so the offer is time-sensitive.”  

You had never figured out when the exact shift had happened, but somewhere along the way, you had begun to dream of these moments when you had an excuse to be near him.  You looked forward to the next time he might move just a little too close. He rarely ever made contact, the time you used him as a pillow a rare opportunity that never presented itself again.  So you made a game of it, seeing just how close you could get without touching him, and for awhile, that had been enough.

When you found yourself preoccupied with the thought up upping the ante, you knew something had changed.  

Even your brother had noticed, but you had never allowed yourself to admit it, let alone act on it.  Gabriel had always seemed so far out of your league. Now, he was completely on your level, sitting right there, and motioning for you to get your ass in gear and get under his arm already.

“Clock’s ticking…”  He shook the blanket for extra emphasis.  

Why the hell not.

Little did you know the alcohol had nothing to do with that decision.  It simply removed your uncertainties from the equation, giving you a freedom you had never allowed yourself.   

You slipped out from beneath your blanket, scooting yourself next to him.  As quick as you were to seize the opportunity, you found yourself still unable to fully cross the line.  Coward you chided as you left a respectable gap between your bodies.  

You expected him to drape his cover around you, leaving your shoulders to touch and nothing more.  The flutter of your heart accelerated as his arm wrapped around you, easing you closer.  

“Like I said, sweet tart, I don’t bite.”  His eyes sparkling as he tucked you against his side.  Conflicting warmths spread through his touch.  One was born of comfort, a simple feeling of contentment suffusing through you.  The second spoke of other basic things, of urges and embers with the potential to burn so hot they might sear through your very being if left uncontained.  

In the end, the former won out, combined with the calm from the morning that had never fully receded.  

The peace that settled over you was even greater than before, and there was something about Gabriel holding you that made all the difference.  

“Better?” His voice was a quiet murmur, as if reluctant to break the silence with even a single word.  

“Yeah,” you replied just as softly, resting your head against his as feeling began to return to all the different places the cold had invaded.  

***

There was so much he wanted to tell you, he just had no idea where to begin.  

“One cluster at a time…”  You told Dean, the look on your face suggesting you were full up as it was and this was the last thing you needed.  

Did he start by saying he understood just how much of a cluster he was?  

He knew now that you hadn’t been talking about him, but it didn’t change the fact he still was one.  As an archangel he’d been fierce, and beneath the snark and mischievous antics had lain a dauntless opponent few could match.  Without his grace, however, he was just another human.  Vulnerable.  Weak.  Helpless in comparison to what he once was.  

How any of you could stand this existence was beyond him.  

He was sensitive to everything, the slightest stimulation having the potential to send him into overdrive.  He was constantly on the verge of drowning, the basic shift from hot to cold overwhelming in and of itself.  Feeling everything acutely through his vessel made him realize, it was no longer just a host. It was him, and the endless questions of how that could even be possible were just as daunting as learning to live with the constant influx of sensory information.

He couldn’t dwell on it, however.  He had more important things to worry about.  Like the demons that had tracked him almost immediately upon his return, forcing him to seek out the Winchesters, or the fact that he was now one hundred percent, undeniably human.  

He was going to have to have a word with his father about that one, though it was usually only the colorful ones came to mind.  

You hadn’t batted an eye so far.  You hadn’t question his miraculous return.  You didn’t seem bothered by his irritating ineptness, and you weren’t the slightest bit ruffled by the danger he posed, not that you had ever considered your personal safety when it came to helping others.  If there was a job to be done, you just did it, and it was something he’d always admired in you.

He wanted to tell you how much he appreciated that you even came.  There weren’t many beings that would be willing to stick their neck out for him.  Mostly, he wanted to thank you for not treating him like a burden you couldn’t wait to be rid of.

“She’ll take him,” Dean clapped.  “And she only hung up on me twice this time.  A win all around.  One ticking time bomb is more than enough for us to deal with.”

“Dean… they’re both human,” Sam reminded, trying to impart something far more within that statement than his brother was capable of receiving.  

“Yeah, well, one of them isn’t our problem anymore.”

You had never treated him like a nuisance.  He often told himself that’s why he preferred to visit you and your brother, because you didn’t demand to know why he was there or look at him like he had some ulterior motive.  True, he often had one, but it was never as nefarious as everyone seemed to think.  Entertainment.  Gratification.  Debauchery.  All tied together with the occasional sprinkling of just desserts when the mood struck.  Life had been simple.  

Then you came along.  

He wanted to tell you that, too, but how could he put into words something he barely understood?  You were the monkey wrench in my grand design to fuck my way through existence without actually giving any seemed a bit inadequate.   How could he explain all the subtleties and complexities it took for you to even convince him to stand up to his family without ever asking him to?  

Maybe that was why his father had gifted him with this condition.  Because it hadn’t been the greater good that had moved him from inaction, but the thought of one woman (and her annoyingly attached-at-the-hip sibling) and what would become of them should his brothers decide to duke it out with the world as their arena.  

He couldn’t admit any of it, but after everything that had happened, there was too much staring him in the face to deny it.  

He lay on his back, eyes vacantly staring up into a darkness that didn’t exist, at least not on this plane.  Something broke through, snapping him back to reality.  He turned his head, blinking, as the sounds of your whimpering finally registered.  

“N...n...n…”  You mumbled, your body twitching.  

He knew you occasionally had nightmares.  He’d watched them play out before, fingertips brushing your temple as he short-circuited the way your brain was firing, guiding it toward more pleasant paths.  The satisfied sighs and little half-smiles he’d glimpse always made him wonder what exactly it was you dreamt about.    

He couldn’t do that anymore, leaving him floundering and flustered.  He almost woke you, but rethought that decision when he recalled the time you summoned him to heal your brother’s nose, only to find out you’d been the one to break it when he’d tried to rouse you from a nap.  

He watched your fist curl tightly on top of the sheets and swallowed.  Maybe there was something he could use.  Something that extended.  Preferably several feet in length.

He gave up that line of thought when he realized the only thing at his disposal was an iron poker.  The grief you would give him if you woke up to that. He could hear you now: Do you poke all the girls in their sleep with your rod, or just the lucky ones?

No, no, he definitely didn’t need that.  Not when he had a hard enough time countering your remarks as it was.   

Your soft noises turned to cries, his desperation for a solution increasing as you began to struggle.   

“N...No!”  It was your anguish that finally broke him, forcing him to act.  He rolled over, wrapping his arm around you as he settled your back against his chest.  

“Shhhhh,” he soothed.  “It’s ok.  It’s not real.”

Only whatever it was had to be.  He could feel you splintering apart, your body succumbing to a series of sobs.  Each shudder that rippled through you was another piece that fell away and he held you tighter, hoping to somehow reach you.  

“Come back to me, sweet tart.  Come back…”

He had felt so conflicted at first, as though what he was doing was somehow wrong because you didn’t know what was happening.  On some level, you heard him.  Slowly you’d relaxed, but he knew just how easy it was to trick a person’s body against them, especially if the mind was absent.  

He didn’t want that to be the case, but he didn’t know how to express his desire to comfort you in ways that went beyond the moment, to erase the emptiness that echoed in your eyes, and he certainly didn’t know how to promise you he would be there when he had no way of controlling that now.  

He knew how to hold you, however.

He had an idea what the dreams were about.  There were a few different names that you’d call out, but more often than not it was your brother’s.  He wanted to tell you he was sorry, that Tony hadn’t deserved it, whatever it was. Unpleasant, he assumed, and he often wondered if it was worse imagining what happened or actually knowing now that he was human and had all these new sensations and feelings to deal with.

Some of which had Gabriel realizing how much he’d liked the kid, even if Tony had been the biggest pain in the ass for never giving him a moment alone with you.  

It never seemed to be the right time for any of it.  Anytime the words would make it to the tip of his tongue, they always seemed inadequate.  So he continued to swallow them, but the more he did, the more he found them vying for release in other ways.  

He thought his senses were sharp before, but he was just comprehending how blunted they had been, so much of the world lost because he experienced everything down to the most basic molecules all at once.  Now, when he woke up with your scent lingering on him, there was nothing other than that teasing at his senses. The memory of your hair tickling his face had him craving the next time he’d be able to fold himself around you.  The heat of your body against him, of it curled around him when his own demons came to visit made it that much colder and emptier when you both returned to your respective side of the bed.

He thought he knew what being hooked was like.  Sweets. Sex. Anything that brought pleasure or satisfaction in some form or another.  He never seemed to be able to resist any of it. But now he wanted so much more.

He was slowly losing control, unable to resist exploring what other things were like.  

He came up behind you, using the simmering cider as an excuse to casually cage you between his arms as he leaned over your shoulder and inhaled.  

…

He could feel the intoxication, his exterior melting away to his more basic impulses.  Using the bathroom as an excuse, he snuck into the fridge, his hands closing eagerly around his prize as he pulled a can of whip cream out and gave it a good shake.   He squirted a steady stream into his mouth, his eyes closing to savor the deliciousness that enveloped his taste buds.  

“You know, the great thing about being an adult is not having to make excuses so you can eat whip cream,” you drawled.  His eyes opened wide, caught, and you smirked as you took the can from his hand.  You, too, were feeling the rum’s effects and you squeaked as you overfilled your mouth, sending some dribbling down the front of your chin.  

Without thinking he reached out, his finger wiping it at a slow, seductive pace.  He had enough sense to resist offering it to you, although the desire to know how your mouth would feel around anything of his almost overpowered any decency he had.   Instead, he popped it between his lips, enjoying the curious blush that rose in response, splashing a subtle shade of pink across your cheeks he hadn’t seen in quite some time.

He made a note to see what other things could make that color appear.  

The moment he got a taste of something, he found it hard to resist going back for more.  It wasn’t just true of sensory experiences.  

This morning when you mentioned growing up in this part of the country, he wished he had the courage to ask you all those questions he never had.  What was your life like before?  Did you remember your parents? What made you become a hunter?

He noticed you were different, and he found himself wondering what it was about this particular morning that made it so.  He needed to know what had woken you from that flat, distant look, as if you were walking around with part of you permanently asleep.  He wanted to know how to keep putting the color back into your cheeks and what made you susceptible to smiles, the real kind and not the too thin pull of your lips when you tried to convince him you were fine.

Whatever it was, he hoped it continued.

You looked so different now.  Everything seemed faded: from the dullness of your hair to the ghostly pallor of your skin, to the listless eyes that used to hold such radiance within them.  It was like someone had snuffed the light right out of your soul.  

You didn’t smile as often as you used to, but when you did, it lit up your face in ways that did things to him.  Things he hadn’t had to ever worry about, like his heart skipping beats or suddenly forgetting how to breathe.  He found his brain less apt to formulate those quick, witty responses you were used to, instead stuttering over his thoughts, especially when it came to any sort of innuendo.  

Before, you had intrigued him.  Who was this curious little human with the backbone to want to take on the devil and the compassion to never pressure another to do the same?  Now, he felt obsessed.  He wanted to know everything and anything, starting with what he had missed so he knew what to make up for.  He had made so many mistakes across so many millennia, and yet he’d never felt the remorse that he did now when he thought about how he’d left you and your brother alone.  

He wanted you to know how much he hated being alone, that it was his worst experience so far.  Even the shower was a conflicting mass of comfort and dread.  He loved the feel of warm water against his skin, of how it seemed to wash away more than just the sweat and dirt from his body.  Only it couldn’t get rid of the voices that intruded in the absence of others.  

It was strange, not hearing his family’s chatter in the back of his mind.  He might have run from them, but he never completely shut them out. It made him feel even more isolated and empty than before.  Their absence gave way to something else. Something he knew wasn’t real. It came from deep inside of him, whispering on the edge of his awareness.  Whatever it wanted wasn’t good, and it often triggered his doubts and insecurities, allowing them to worm their way further into his thoughts.

He wanted to tell you how much of a difference you made just being there, how your presence chased that darkness away, and how you made all the difference at night when you held him (and yes, that he knew you were doing it).   Your touch was the only thing that seemed to drive that emptiness out completely, making him feel like he was something again.  Real.  

He didn’t want to just say how much he appreciated the way you took care of him, how you paid attention to the little things so you knew what he liked, or how you could tell he was so chilled he needed a shower.  That he wanted to show you.  Only he found it much more difficult when he couldn’t simply snap what he needed into existence.

For whatever reason, he had been given a second chance.   A twisted and slightly perverse one, , but it was one nonetheless.  He wanted to make the most of it, he just didn’t know how.

You shifted against him, a pleased sigh escaping as you resettled yourself within the crook of his arm.  He pulled the blanket up around you, the broken heat giving each of you an excuse to abandon your separate sides and take up residency in the middle.  Your arm stretched up, palm settling on his chest.  His heart skipping slightly as if drawn to it and he wondered if you were even aware of what you were doing.  

He placed his hand over yours, listening to your breath even out as you fell back asleep.  Contentment flowed through him and the last thought he had before drifting off was he may not know what he was doing, but this seemed like a good place to start.  

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Title: Sway With Me (Part 4.)

Character(s): Ike Evans and Sisi (original female character) Summary: Ike realizes that Sisi is close friends with his youngest son, Danny. Word Count: 1,479 Author's Note: Short chapter, but things will pick up! Thanks for hanging in there and being patient. I appreciate it so much! 

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Since the late dinner last night, Sisi couldn’t take her mind off Ike. She was gaining more serious feelings for him and she didn’t know if the feeling was mutual enough for Ike to take the next step with her. Though, despite the age gap, he was also her Professor. She found out that the famous Miramar Playa was owned by him and that he had three children.

Sisi had a friend that she met through class that lived at the Miramar Playa. She didn’t know if that meant the two were related or not, but either way, meeting up with Danny at the famous hotel excited her because there was a possibility that she may bump into Ike. She grabbed her bag and things and left her apartment, heading to the lavish hotel on the beach.

After paying the driver, she climbed out of the car with her bag in tow and entered the hotel once the the doors opened for her. Standing in the middle of the lobby, Sisi couldn’t help but gaze around in awe. Ike had really done a great job with this business of his that many have been flocking to. He even had Frank Sinatra sing at one of his ballrooms a few months ago. It was amazing. It opened her eyes that if Ike could do it, then so could she.

Danny Evans spotted her in an instant, grinning as he walked over to her. “Sisi,” he smiled.

“Danny!” she returned the smile, wrapping her arm around his in a one-armed hug. “You’re looking good. How’s Mercedes?”

He blushed, looking down at the ground and bringing a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Still working on it, but we’re getting there. We kissed the other day.”

“Look at you, Mr. Suave,” she teased.

Danny laughed quietly, looking over at Sisi with a shy smile. “Okay, okay. Enough. You ready to study?”

“Hell yeah, though, I’m a bit intrigued with this place. How about you give me a tour then we’ll get to the serious stuff?”

“Sure, of course. Come on. Want me to take your bag?” he asked.

“No, no. I’ve got it. Thanks. Lead the way, charmer.”

Danny led Sisi throughout the hotel, laughing alongside with her. To anyone, it looked like the younger Evans was hitting it off with a beautiful woman, but to them, they were simply friends. The attraction had never been there and Sisi always had her interests in older men; Ike was proof of that.

Once the tour was over, Danny was leading Sisi to the elevators to lead her up to his room to study. However, Stevie, his older brother, accidentally bumped into Sisi without watching where he was going. His hands instinctively rested on her hips to keep her steady, but she kindly stepped back and smiled politely.

“Stevie,” Danny sighed. “Watch where you’re going.”

Stevie looked over at his brother and smiled, turning his attention to Sisi. Though, his smile just broadened and a flicker of familiarity flashed in his brown eyes. After finding out that Ike was the owner of the Miramar Playa, she realized that Danny Evans was his son since the younger man lived at the hotel like it was his home.

“You’re from The Havana,” Stevie smirked, turning his charm. “You were great.”

“Thank you. The rest of the girls too,” Sisi nodded.

“Yeah, but you’re different. You’re somethin’ else,” he winked.

Danny narrowed his eyes, looking between the both of them. He could sense Sisi’s urge to leave, so he gently rested a hand on her lower back and stepped into the elevator which Stevie stepped in as well.

“We’re going to study.”

Stevie leaned against the railing, grabbing a cigarette and placing it between his lips. To Sisi, he wasn’t attractive, but she did give Ike and his late-wife for birthing such beautiful sons. She was sure that there had been countless of women throwing themselves at Danny and Stevie.

“I didn’t know you knew Danny,” Stevie chuckled. “Why are you hanging out with him when you can out with me?” he winked.

Sisi arched a brow, looking up at him. “Danny’s my friend and I’m sure I’d have a much better time with him than you,” she bit back.

The doors opened and Danny chuckled, allowing Sisi to step off the elevator. Stevie narrowed his eyes; he wasn’t used to women turning him down. In fact, he had gotten used to the fact that he had more women than his younger brother. Following the pair out of the elevator, Danny walked to his room and pulled his keys from his pocket.

Stevie lit up the cigarette and looked down at Sisi, tilting his head. “Can I take you out? Give me a chance to show you that I’m much more fun than my younger brother.”

“Stevie, knock it off. She isn’t interested.”

Stevie rolled his eyes. “What do you care? You’ve got Mercedes.”

“I’m actually seeing someone, but thanks,” Sisi smiled. She heard the sounds of the elevator doors opening once more and when she looked up, her eyes met Ike’s. She bit her lower lip and blushed to herself, dropping her eyes to the floor.

“Boys,” Ike called, stepping closer to Danny’s room. He looked down at Sisi, trying to hide the confusion in his face by masking it with an unfamiliar gaze. “Who’s your friend, Danny?”

“Oh! Dad, this is Sisi. She’s a friend of mine.”

Sisi licked her lips slowly, extending her hand. “We’ve met,” she replied.

“You have?” Stevie asked.

“She’s my student,” Ike nodded, shaking her hand slowly.

“Remember her from The Havana, dad?” Stevie smiled.

Danny arched a brow, holding his door open as he allowed Sisi to talk to his father and brother. “I’m going to clean my room up a bit,” he told Sisi.

“Oh, okay. Messy room?” she teased.

Danny playfully rolled his eyes and stepped into his room, shutting the door behind him. Sisi looked up at Ike, trying to avoid his gaze before turning her attention to Stevie.

“Yes, I am from The Havana… You’ve already said it,” she teased.

Ike chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t necessarily think back to that night, son. She’s my student. It’s a bit inappropriate.”

“Well, you saw her dance. Nothing wrong with that. Besides, it was before school started.”

“I’m flattered that The Havana attracts all kinds of people,” Sisi replied, interrupting the conversation.

Ike arched a brow, looking over at Stevie. “Anyway, can you go run down to the bar and cover for Adam? He’s out sick.”

“Again?” Stevie groaned. “Sure, fine. I’ll go there right now and set up. It was nice meeting you, Sisi. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Of course. See you around, Stevie.”

He grinned, exhaling a puff of smoke into the air. “And when you change your mind, I’ll be right here. I can guarantee you a good time.”

Ike narrowed his eyes, a flood of jealous rushing through him. “Stevie, now.”

“Okay, okay. See you later, Sisi. I’ll talk to you later, dad.”

Stevie walked down the hallway to enter the elevators. Once he was out of earshot, Ike looked down at Sisi and cleared his throat.

“You’re friends with Danny?” he whispered.

“We had a few classes together last year, that’s all.”

“Just a friend?”

Sisi stepped forward, resting a hand on his chest. She played with the end of his tie and licked her lips, “Getting jealous over your own son, Ike?”

“I just want you to realize that what we’re doing is dangerous territory, Sisi. Not only because of the age gap, but also because you are my student,” he reasoned.

Sisi sighed, “We haven’t done anything but dance with one another. Stevie’s right. That was before I even knew you would be my professor, Ike. So, calm down.”

Ike leaned down to kiss her forehead, pulling away gently. “I think it’s because I want more,” he admitted. “I want more and I know I shouldn’t -- we shouldn’t.”

“I get it. I understand,” she replied.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit stressed out. I’ll leave you to it,” Ike said, turning on his heel to walk towards the elevators.

Sisi looked over her shoulder to see if Danny had left his room and when the coast was still clear, she took his hand and turned him around to kiss his cheek. “I want this too. So, Professor Evans, if you’re free later, I’d really like it if you could help me with the homework you assigned,” she whispered, “And also help you de-stress.”

Ike cleared his throat, biting his lower lip. “I’m busy until late tonight, Sisi.”

“That’s fine with me. I’m a patient woman.”

Ike smiled, deciding to agree. “I’ll see you then. Go up to the penthouse at nine tonight.”

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