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My Girl [Chapter 4][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 5.3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, smut, mention of death

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It had been ages since you’d had a nightmare. Not since law school, maybe. Or the night before the Bar Exam.

You still had yet to go inside of Jake’s house. He was waiting for a day when Ellie wasn’t around, or for once you had met her. You respected that it was her home and space and you didn’t want to invade that.

In the dream, the door was open and you walked right in. Every inch of wall space was covered by pictures of Jake and a woman with perfect skin, pearly white teeth, shiny hair. He looked happy in the photos.

Happier than he had ever been with you.

The further you walked into the house, the more the hallways stretched out and narrowed, never ending, like mirror walls of a fun house at a carnival. Sweat started to prick at the base of your neck, between your breasts, under your arms. The lighting dimmed the longer you stayed in the house until you were squinting with each step. But somehow, the photographs were bright without any background lighting. You could perfectly see Jake’s wife smiling out at you. If you looked closely, her eyes followed you as you continued, like the Mona Lisa.

Finally, the hallway came to an end and you saw a lone figure sitting at a table, their back to you. You reached out a manicured hand to their shoulder and they turned.

It was Jake’s wife.

She smiled and for a moment you were still from shock. But when you tried to move, you were frozen in place. She stood up, towering over you.

“Do you think you’ll ever be enough?” she asked quietly, her voice slicing through the air, the words dribbling down your own throat and making a home for themselves inside of you. You felt cold, and breathless. Her voice was calm. “For him? For her?”

And then you woke up.

***

“All the files should be on my desk,” you said into the phone, pacing in front of an airport Starbucks. “ICID, that Blackstone acquisition company, the Singapore trust. They’re all there.”

“I’m all over it,” Rebecca said and you could hear her nails clicking on her keyboard as she spoke. “Go enjoy your long weekend with your super hot boyfriend. And remember that I’m jealous and I like Pinot Noir.”

You laughed and spotted Jake standing patiently with the bags. “Got it. Alright, if anything urgent happens just text me.”

“It will and I won’t,” she replied.

You chuckled and ended the call, crossing the walkway area to Jake and touching his bicep lightly. “Sorry about that. You ready?”

He smiled softly and for the hundredth time you looked back in awe of how casually beautiful he was. “Everything good at work?”

You sighed and grabbed the suitcase from him, falling into step as you headed for your gate. “It’s chaotic, but to be expected. Becks will hold down the fort while I’m gone. Well, her and the rest of the team, but she’s the one I trust the most.”

Jake nodded and readjusted his grip on his shoulder bag. You hadn’t pegged him for a leather messenger type of guy, but he pulled it off so easily you didn’t blink an eye. “You deserve a weekend away.”

“I am so excited,” you replied and he gave you a brilliant grin. “I’ve never been to Napa before.”

“You’re going to love it,” Jake murmured into your hair as he bent down to kiss your temple.

Jake was right. You loved northern California.

You had spent so much time in San Diego, with its blistering sun and ridiculously tanned men in swim trunks at the grocery store that Napa was a significant change of pace.

Jake had booked tickets to the local airport and had a car waiting when you got off, directly on the tarmac. He looked relaxed behind the wheel of the Mercedes convertible sedan as the two of you whipped down quiet streets before pulling up to a gated resort.

And even though it hadn’t been discussed beforehand, it was pretty obvious what the weekend meant. It wasn’t just your first trip away together, or your first time in wine country.

It was very apparent the moment Jake slid the room key and opened the door to reveal the hotel suite and you walked in to see the massive king bed in the center of the room, staring back at you.

Jake settled both suitcases against the wall, and dropped his bag, holding his hand out for your purse. Once he locked the door, he wrapped his arms around you from behind where you stood at the massive floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the vineyard below. You leaned your head back against his broad chest, breathed in his comforting scent, felt his warm hands press softly against your stomach as he nuzzled your neck.

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” he whispered into your neck before his lips glued themselves to your skin and you nearly forgot how to breathe, the desperate need to feel him all over you taking over the one brain cell your entire body had decided to share at that moment.

You turned around and threaded your fingers into his golden hair, watched his eyes linger on your lips as your hips shifted forward to meet his and you felt him, hard, against your pelvis. Jake let out a small whimper as you swiveled your hips from side to side, the fabric of your jeans skimming across his chinos. “Me too,” you said quietly, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Jake growled, one hand pressed tightly against your lower back, the other cupping your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. It was deep and warm, Jake’s tongue pushing into your mouth. There was an air of desperation, and when he pulled away you felt like panting.

“Shit,” he muttered quietly, running one hand through his hair. “We gotta get out of this room or else I’m never going to take my hands off of you.”

“What if I don’t want you to take your hands off of me,” you whispered and he groaned.

“Honey, you’re killing me. I want that, trust me. But you deserve the full Napa experience. Which starts with an amazing dinner in,” he looked down at his watch, “thirty minutes. So we should get ready.”

You nodded, bending over to unzip the suitcase and behind you Jake groaned again, causing you to laugh. “Look away!”

He tossed his hands up in the air. “Alright, alright. I’m going to take a quick shower. Saves me from the unbearableness of seeing you strip down to change.”

You gave him a smirk and he padded off to the bathroom. When he emerged ten minutes later, you slid past him carrying a dress and heels and a makeup bag. Jake’s fingers grazed your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Holy shit,” Jake said, standing up from where he had been lounging on the edge of the bed, as you exited the large bathroom. “You look phenomenal.”

Giving him a smile, you turned around. “Can you zip me up please?”

Jake stepped forward, fingers coming out to grip the zipper of your green satin dress, pulling it up slowly, cinching in the tight fabric to your curves. You spun around, Jake’s eyes sliding over your body from your head, past the plunging dress neckline, down to your Jimmy Choo heels.

“Well?” You asked.

He shook his head. “No words.”

You laughed, reaching down for your clutch and then out for his hand. “Come on, then. I’m starving.”

He was perfect. So perfect, you wanted to look for red flags but you couldn’t find any.

Not when he wordlessly switched your entrees because he could tell you liked his more. Not when he ordered four desserts because you couldn’t choose. Not when you went to use the bathroom and he stood up politely as you left the table, something you had only ever seen gentlemen do in black and white movies.

There was nothing wrong with Jake as his warm fingers dug into your lower back guiding you into the car. Or when his lips brushed yours for a moment as he pinned you against the wall of the hotel archway near the side entrance as you walked up to your room.

It took everything in your power not to moan as he dipped his head and pressed his lips to the delicate skin beneath your ear, one hand curving around to grab your ass.

Jake pushed open the door to the hotel suite and gave you a soft smile.

You tossed your purse onto the heap of open luggage, noting that Jake’s pieces were carefully packed up while yours were strewn about. You wondered if that bothered him.

Sitting down on the desk chair, you pulled off your heels and set them gently next to Jake’s sneakers from earlier. He crossed the room and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking out of place. You could tell the wheels were churning in his head.

“Jake?” Your voice was light and his ears perked up. “Are you OK?”

He nodded. Part of you expected him to take a seat but he simply stood in the middle of the room, exuding a nervous energy. “Yeah, sweetheart, I am.”

You shook your head, standing up and running your hands down his arms, knotting your fingers together before looking up at his handsome face. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

He nodded again and you gave him a small smile.

“That’s OK. We can take it slow. Watch a movie if you want. Or maybe you can read to me from that boring book you brought.”

That made him laugh. You had jokingly mocked the tome he had opened up on the hour and a half flight, a literal Dickens novel. Jake let your fingers slide from his, reaching up and pushing the hair from your face. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “So absolutely beautiful.”

You pushed him lightly backwards until his knees hit the bed and he sat. You slotted in between his legs, and felt Jake’s hands come to your waist. Running your fingers through his hair, you bent down and whispered in his ear. “Unzip me please.” And then you spun around, pulled your curled hair out of the way and let Jake undo the zipper. When you turned back around, you pulled each strap down slowly, shimmying it over your hips and stepping out of the dress to reveal a lacy black bra and matching thong. Jake let out an audible grunt and he leaned forward automatically, grabbing your sides and pressing a kiss to the inch of abdomen above your underwear line.

Jake pulled you onto his lap, straddling him, and you felt how hard he was already as you pushed down against him. His lips were all over your collarbone and neck, and you tossed your head back, basking in how good it felt to be touched by him. Jake nudged the strap of your bra down on one side, freeing your breast and taking it in his mouth, sucking hard which caused you to moan, wetness pooling between your legs. His tongue flicked you over and over, the other hand grabbing your covered breast.

Before you realized it, he had undone the clasp of your bra and tossed it across the floor, alternating kisses across your chest, hands warm on your bare back as he pulled you in closer. “Jake,” you gasped against him and he pulled away, looking up at you. His eyes were feverish. Darkened with lust, his lips plump, that small degree of stubble burning your skin in the most unbelievably filthy way. “Please, I need you.”

Your fingers tugged at his shirt, undoing the buttons clumsily and he reached out to help, pulling his shirt off seamlessly to reveal his toned, golden abdomen. You rolled off him and onto the bed and watched as he stood, taking off his pants leaving just a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Even though you had seen him naked from the waist down before, his size, even covered by the briefs, made your eyes boggle.

Jake climbed up to where you laid on the bed, skimmed a hand lightly down your side, making you shiver. He leaned down and pressed his lips to just above your belly button, one hand flattened against your hip.

“Can I?” He whispered quietly and you looked down, unable to hear him clearly.

“What?”

“Can I eat you out?” He asked and you saw a blush creep onto his cheeks. It was so endearing from someone so attractive, his eagerness to please, his ability to embarrass.

“God, yes,” you muttered and in an instant, he was between your legs, pulling your panties off, leaving sloppy kisses up your thighs from your knees until you felt him wedge your legs apart. For a moment, he was silent, immobile. You looked down to see him staring at you, and when he raised his eyes to yours, you swear you saw a twinkle.

And then he leaned down and licked a pathway up your seam up to your clit and you had to stop yourself from crying out. Jake was on a mission between your legs and you had the fleeting thought that he must be very good at his real job if he was this detail oriented and thorough in bed. He needed zero instruction. Your back arched off the bed as he swirled his tongue over your clit, one thick finger probing at your entrance before slowly pushing in. It was a tight fit, and you heard him choke out a pained, “Fuck,” as you whimpered while he slowly pressed inside of you. “Yes, baby,” he murmured, “taking it so well. You’re such a good girl for me.”

You couldn’t stop the moans as he began to pump his finger expertly inside of you, curling the tip up just right as his tongue parted your folds and circled your clit. Jake added another finger, slowly, and you winced at the pain, but your hips bucked up against his face, practically begging for more. “God, Jake, yes, just like that,” you screamed as he pumped faster, the wet sloppy sounds of your desperation filling the room. Jake’s other hand held your hips down as your breath caught in your throat, white spots forming in your vision.

“Please, baby girl,” he muttered against your core. “Cum for me.”

That was all you needed to break around his fingers and across his mouth, a strangled cry ripped from your throat, your hips pressed up as Jake pumped his fingers diligently, tongue flicking against your swollen clit as you rode out your orgasm until it was too much, too sensitive, and he pulled away. His lips glistened and he wiped them before sitting on his knees between your legs, a small wet patch forming on his boxers where he was leaking precum, cock impossibly hard and straining against the fabric. Jake’s hands were warm on your legs, and he looked up.

“Are you OK?” he asked delicately and you nodded, chest heaving. “Your legs are shaking.”

You chuckled. “Stop bragging.”

He laughed and stroked his fingers down your thighs a few times, reassuringly. “But you’re alright?” he asked again and this time there was a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before.

“Jake,” you said quietly. “You’re amazing. Don’t worry about me, OK? I’m having a great time. Now come here.”

You held out your arms and Jake laid down next to you, his arm heavy across your chest. You reached out to kiss his lips, tasting yourself on him, one hand trailing down to touch him. He was hard, and he hissed when your fingers stroked him over the boxers.

“Take these off,” you murmured. He hooked a finger underneath the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down, freeing his cock and you could feel the hard, wet tip as it rubbed against your hip. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want you,” he muttered against your shoulder, lips kissing across your skin.

“You have me,” you replied softly. Jake looked up, eyes dark and searching yours.

“I brought condoms if we want to use them.”

You nodded. “I got tested since my last partner, and I’m on the pill, but it’s up to you. I trust you.”

“Well you know my history,” he said quietly.

“I’m OK with it if you are,” you said. “I’d like to feel you.”

Jake grunted and you felt him roll on top of you, hands spread across your hip bones, one thumb grazing over your still swollen clit. You drew in a sharp breath and Jake grabbed his cock with one hand, pumping himself slowly as he looked down.

“Please, baby,” you whined below him. “Need you now.”

Jake slid the tip through your wet folds, moaning at the noise it made in the quiet room. You shifted, hiking your hips up in an angle, and felt the thick head of his cock push at your entrance. With a slow breath, Jake hitched forward, pushing himself inside. “Holy shit,” he groaned, inching deeper. He was thick and you hissed as he worked his way inside of you. “Fuck, Nat, you’re so tight. Feel so fucking good, Jesus.”

Jake was a whining mess by the time he bottomed out inside of you, holding himself up by his forearms, his head dipped low into your shoulder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, and he swore under his breath before starting to roll his hips into you, setting a brutal pace, leaving you gasping beneath him. Almost immediately he hit that spot inside of you that made your insides coil and you let out a string of moans as Jake continued to thrust.

“God, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Where should I cum?”

You tightened your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles over each other on his lower back. “Inside of me.”

“Fuck.” Jake locked his eyes on yours, pushing himself up a little bit higher so he could watch as his thrusts made your breasts bounce. You felt his hips stutter a little, and knew his orgasm was approaching by the way he sloppily continued to fuck into you. “God, baby, yes, holy shit you feel so good, gonna make me cum.”

“Please, Jake,” you moaned, head tilted to the side and you heard Jake cry out as he spilled inside of you, shallowly pumping three more times before collapsing against your chest, sweat dampening the edges of his hair near his forehead. Slowly, he pulled out and you winced. He got up and returned from the bathroom with a warm wet cloth, cleaning between your legs, before returning to the bed, pulling you into his arms.

Your hand grabbed his neck as he reached down to kiss you. When you broke apart, you snuggled into Jake’s side, his arm slung around you, your hand on his chest, one leg tossed over his. “Doing OK, honey?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that,” you said softly. “Are you OK? I know it’s the first time since…” You trailed off.

Jake sucked in a deep breath. “It had to happen at some point. And I’m glad it was with you.” Jake looked down at you, one hand brushing over your hair softly. “You’re not a rebound, Natalie. I hope you know that. I’m serious about you.”

Despite the fact that it was what you wanted to hear, there was still a part of you that balked at his words. Somewhere, deep down, you were worried about getting tied up in something so serious, so quickly. But you swallowed it down and simply kissed the smooth skin of his bare chest, tightened your grip on him. “I’m glad.”

You fell asleep in Jake’s arms. He felt safer than anything you had ever known.

***

“I’d like you to meet my friends,” Jake blurted out. You froze, phone sitting on speaker on the kitchen counter as you ate pickles straight out of the jar.

“Um…”

“It’s Bob’s birthday tomorrow and we’re having a little party,” he added quickly and you heard that vulnerability creep into his voice again. “Nothing huge, just the team. They’re kind of my family now.” There was a lump in his throat, you could hear it even over the phone. “I’d really like for them to meet you.”

“Of course,” you murmured, closing the pickle jar. “What time?”

That’s how you found yourself standing on the doorstep of a small bungalow holding a birthday gift on Friday night.

You had called Jake earlier to apologize that you’d be late. A last minute contract error had sent the team spiraling, and you only had enough time to rush home and change and grab the gift from where you had left it in the entryway and speed to the address Jake had texted you.

You were still forty-five minutes late.

Your hand shook as you reached out and rang the doorbell, smoothing down the off the shoulder top you wore with a pair of jeans and chunky heels. Jake hadn’t specified a dress code.

The door swung open and a tall guy with a mustache answered. His mouth curved up into a smile. “Well hello there,” he drawled. “You must be Natalie.”

You nodded and he stepped back, opening the door wider and letting you in.

“Hangman wasn’t kidding,” he said as he shut the door. “You really are out of his league.”

You chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

He held out a large hand for a shake. “Rooster, but you can call me Bradley.”

“Bradley it is.”

He gave you a dazzling smile. “Everyone’s out back with the birthday boy. Follow me.”

Bradley led you down a narrow hallway toward the back of the house and as you entered the kitchen you could hear music playing outside. He slid open a pair of glass doors and called out into the yard where a small group was crowded around a few tables covered in food, string lights crossing low above the adjacent seating area.

“Hangman, get your ass over here or I’m going to steal your girlfriend!”

You laughed and watched Jake’s head swivel around from where he stood, a smile glued to his face as he dropped mid-conversation and quickly made his way toward you. He clapped Bradley on the shoulder. “Get your own girl, Bradshaw,” he said. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. “Hey honey.”

“Where should I put this?” You held out the gift. Jake took it from you and placed it on a nearby table before putting his hand on your lower back.

“I want to introduce you to everyone,” he said, nudging you forward toward the group. “Guys, this is Natalie.”

You looked around. There was Bradley smirking into a beer bottle. A cute dirty blond with glasses, a beautiful brunette in a simple blue dress, a tall black guy with ridiculously chilled cheekbones, one shorter guy with a buzz cut, another taller one with a mustache, and a few others milling around behind the main group. “Hi,” you said softly, raising a hand, feeling a blush creep up on your neck. “So sorry I’m late.”

The brunette gave you a once over before smiling. “I’m Phoenix, or Natasha, whatever you prefer.”

You smiled, Jake’s hand still warm on your back.

“I’m Coyote,” cheekbones said, stepping forward and kissing your cheek.

“Payback,” said the other mustache, holding out a hand for a shake.

“Fanboy.” Short buzzcut leaned forward and kissed your cheek as well.

“And this is the birthday boy,” Bradley said, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of the guy with glasses, who blushed.

“Bob,” he said quietly and you stepped forward, giving him a hug. He put his arms around you awkwardly.

“Happy Birthday, Bob,” you replied, pulling away. “So sorry I’m so late, and crashing your party.”

He smiled softly and it was endearing. “No worries. Jake’s said a lot about you, we’re all very glad to have you here.”

“Oh you have, have you?” you murmured, looking up at Jake with a smirk. He smiled down at you.

“Of course I have,” he replied. “Now that you’re introduced, let me get you a drink. Wine?”

You nodded and he stepped away toward the house, edging open the sliding door.

Turning back to the team, you watched their eyes land on you. They were friendly, but you knew what an attack position looked like. Jake was their person, and you were the outsider.

“So, Natalie, Jake tells us you’re a lawyer,” Phoenix said. “How do you like it?”

You shrugged. “Even lawyers hate lawyers.” That got a few laughs and you watched the group soften slightly. “But it’s not all that bad. Except for nights like tonight when I actually want to get somewhere on time but of course, something has to come up.”

The team nodded.

“Jake doesn’t talk about his job much,” you said. “Are you all pilots?”

“Aviators, ma’am,” Payback corrected.

“Aviators,” you repeated.

“Ignore him,” Fanboy rolled his eyes. “It’s the same thing.”

“Is not!”

“We’re all at Top Gun together,” Phoenix added and from her tone you could tell she was a natural leader. “Have been for about six years now.”

“And you’re all instructors?”

The team shook their heads. “Jake’s the only instructor,” Phoenix said softly. “Been that way since Lizzie. He just couldn’t afford to leave Ellie alone for long periods of time, you know? This job, it’s not exactly family friendly.”

There was something in the way they all looked when she said it. You could tell the impact of her death was still fresh to them.

Jake emerged from the house and rejoined the group. You took the wine glass, thankful for the distraction.

“Mind if I steal her for a minute?” he asked and the team murmured agreements, Jake’s hand already steering you toward a tree with string lights near the edge of the fence. “Thanks for coming,” he whispered.

You leaned in for a kiss. “Thanks for inviting me. Sorry again that I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake replied, gazing over at the group. “They’re good people.”

“I can tell after five minutes that they care about you a lot,” you said. “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Jake turned to you, one hand coming out to stroke your cheek. “Honey, you could never disappoint. They’re going to love you.”

As the night wore on, you got more comfortable. Jake held you in his lap as the team shared embarrassing stories from their years together. You laughed and clapped as Bob blew out the candles on his cake, Payback and Fanboy rushing to smush his face into the frosting much to his dismay. Everyone was nice and easy going, and you could see why Jake liked them so much. He was a more casual, confident version of himself around them. It felt like there were no secrets, that he could just be himself.

It was dark, and Jake had gone inside to check on the babysitter with Ellie, leaving you sitting next to the fire pit. There was a warm hand on your shoulder, and then Bradley appeared off to the side.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

“Please.”

He took a seat next to you, his handsome face glowing near the fire. Despite only knowing him for a few hours, the moments of silence before Bradley spoke again were not uncomfortable. “Did Hangman ever tell you that he and I used to be enemies?”

“Oh really?” you asked.

He chuckled. “That’s a strong word I guess. Maybe just say we didn’t get along. But yeah, we were kind of on the outs. And then there was a really big mission a few years back, right after Ellie was born.” Bradley took a sip of his drink before continuing. “One of those types of missions where we thought someone wasn’t coming home. And in the end, that someone was me.”

He stopped talking and you saw the pain across his face. You couldn’t help yourself — you reached out and laid one hand on his where it sat on the armrest of his chair.

“I was out of weapons with someone right on my ass. And for the first time, I seriously considered what it would be like to die.”

Your thumb brushed across his hand gently before giving him a squeeze and pulling away. Bradley smiled softly.

“They almost had me in lock, I saw the smoke from their guns headed toward me. And then there was Hangman. He came in from behind and took them out. Saved my life.” He looked up. “He risked everything to come out there and rescue me. Ellie was three weeks old at that point. He had so much to lose, way more than I did.”

“He never told me,” you whispered softly, looking out at where you could faintly see Jake pacing on the phone inside the house. “But that sounds like Jake.”

Bradley nodded. “He’s different now. Becoming a dad made him like that.” There was a pause. “She made him like that.” You knew he was talking about Lizzie.

“What was she like?” you asked, and you regretted it the moment it slipped out of your mouth. Jake didn’t tell you much about Lizzie on purpose. They were his memories. His remembrances. It was his choice to share those with you.

“Lizzie was great,” Bradley said softly. “Beautiful. Smart. Generous. Always let one of our drunk asses stay at their house when we got a little too loaded. She was the mother of our group, quite literally. She was good for him. He needed her.” He stopped and looked at you. “She needed him, too.”

You nodded. “I know I’m young,” you murmured. “You guys probably think I’m too young for him. But I really care about Jake. A lot. He means something to me.”

“Did he tell you I’m Ellie’s godfather?”

You shook your head.

“He asked me a few weeks after that mission I told you about. It’s something I take pretty seriously. That little girl, she’s my world, too. She’s really something.”

“The way he talks about her. She sounds magical.” Bradley’s face lit up. “I’m not a parent. But she is special. Makes me feel like I’m part of something that’s more than just myself.”

The two of you were silent for a moment. Maybe it was the wine, or the darkness that existed outside of the immediate proximity to the fire. Perhaps it was the fact that Bradley seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn’t hold something against you. Either way, you opened your mouth. “I’m scared,” you said quietly. “That I’m not ready to be someone’s step mom. I don’t know anything about kids. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she doesn’t trust me? Or worse, what if he doesn’t trust me with her?”

Bradley’s chocolatey eyes locked onto your own. “No one is going to replace her mom. All she needs is someone who loves her.”

He paused and looked up. Jake was edging open the sliding door. Your time with Bradley was rapidly coming to a close.

“That’s all he needs, too. Someone who loves him.” Bradley’s voice grew quiet. “Someone who is going to stick around.”

A/N: Next chapter we'll get another Napa section (it was just getting too long!) and then we will FINALLY meet Ellie!

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eight: Can No One handle Anything with Some Amount of Sensibility?

Summary: God decides to try being a mortal. It becomes (Y/N)'s problem. Everything does.

“Did the whole ‘united front’ talk with God not go well?” said (Y/N).

Poor Lucifer groaned and poured himself a drink sullenly. (Y/N) suppressed a smile because it was mildly amusing to see Lucifer dealing with his father (because the pair had similar lack of communication and self-reflection).

“He comes into my house, crying, and when Amenadiel go to actually talk to me, He’s acting like a plumber and saying He’s fine!” said Lucifer.

After God had appeared in the penthouse crying, Lucifer had quickly gotten Him a drink and let Him explain that He felt like His powers were glitching. Fortunately, nothing more than the musical day went wrong that evening, and Lucifer made sure God got back to Amenadiel’s to rest before speaking to his brother about the issue. Now that the brothers had gone to talk to their father, it, evidently, hadn’t gone as planned.

(That didn’t surprise (Y/N), though, since Lucifer’s family was notoriously bad at actually taking care of themselves).

“A plumber?” repeated (Y/N).

“So we don’t have a ‘flood,’ ” groaned Lucifer, and (Y/N) suppressed another smile. “And He doesn’t even have a reason for staying on Earth,” continued Lucifer. “He’s just here, fixing the plumbing so we don’t have a flood and making my soda dispenser give people Pinot Noir!”

His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. “And now I have work while my father is running around making miracles willy-nilly. Fantastic.” He pouted and looked at (Y/N). “Will you look after Him?”

“I’m not babysitting God,” said (Y/N).

Lucifer pouted. “Please?”

“I have to work on my senior project for school,” said (Y/N). “Sorry, but I’ve got responsibilities, and you and I apparently have to be the ones to set a good example in this family.”

Lucifer sighed, put down his drink, and pocketed his phone. “At least you’re sensible.”

“Occasionally,” joked (Y/N), hugging Lucifer. “Bye, Dad.”

“Will you come with me later to speak to my father?” said Lucifer. “Please?”

“Me?” said (Y/N).

“You’re more intimidating than me and Amenadiel,” said Lucifer.

“How does that help with God?”

Lucifer paused. “He also likes His grandchildren. The combination of serious and grandchild should be good.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I’ll go with you if you really want.”

“You’re the best, darling,” said Lucifer, hugging (Y/N) before leaving.

“I know!” chirped (Y/N).

After rubbing their hair with a towel to dry it, (Y/N) tossed it into their laundry hamper for later. They looked in the mirror and considered their outfit. For the first time since the Apocalypse, they weren’t wearing long sleeves. They had on just a red t-shirt and black pants, simple so they could focus on their work, and their black marks were on full display. (Y/N) smiled. Lucifer was right. They were artistic.

Satisfied and not anxious, (Y/N) left the bathroom and headed into their room to grab their jewelry. They picked up their red feather necklace, grabbed some gold earrings, and frowned.

Where’s my red jasper necklace?

They wore it every day since Lucifer gave it to them, and it wasn’t in their jewelry box. (Y/N) left their room to look around. They may have taken it off last night and left it in the living room instead of bringing it back to their room.

“Oh, uh, hi, God,” said (Y/N), stopping in confusion as they found God standing in the living room.

“Good morning, (Y/N)!” said God. “And I told you to call me Grandpa.”

“…Right,” said (Y/N), still a bit too weirded out about this being God saying it to actually call Him that.

“Are you looking for this?” said God, smiling and holding up (Y/N)’s red jasper necklace. “I found it in here and thought it was yours.”

“Yes, thank you,” said (Y/N), taking it from Him and putting it on. They blinked. It felt a bit warm around their neck.

“How are you?” said God. He smiled at the marks showing on (Y/N)’s arms. “I trust you’re feeling better.”

“A bit, yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling a little. They paused. “And…yesterday was fun.”

“Was it?” God smiled wider.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N). “I mean, I don’t need a musical existence everyday—I’m so sore right now from dancing—but it was fun.”

“I’m glad,” said God.

“But you didn’t really mean for it to happen,” said (Y/N) slowly, broaching the topic. Yes, they had said they’d talk with God later with Lucifer, but He was here now, so (Y/N) might as well learn whatever they could. I am the resident Celestial-bullshit handler.

God hesitated. “Not all of it, no.” He smiled. “But I have handled the problem so that I can safely bond with my family without putting anyone in harm’s way.” He looked behind (Y/N) at the room dedicated to their work—covered in fabric at this point. “I would invite you to come with me, but I can see you’re busy.”

“I am right now,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But maybe later?”

God smiled. “I am sure I will see you. Have a good day, my dear. Take care of everything.” He patted their head, turned, and headed into the elevator.

(Y/N) watched him go. Was that one of God’s mysterious ways?

“I’m proud of you, Birdie,” said Em, standing still a statue as (Y/N) circled her. They were a perfectionist, and they wanted the tailoring of the outfit they’d created to be perfect.

“Don’t be proud of me yet, the collection isn’t finished,” said (Y/N) absently as they knelt and added a few stitches to the jacket Em wore.

“Not about the fashion,” said Em.

(Y/N) glared.

“Because that’s obviously going to be great,” said Em, completely missing their partner’s ire. “I’m talking about your outfit.” They smiled. “You’re wearing short sleeves again.”

(Y/N) paused, looked at their arms, and shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I was told it was artistic, so why would I hide it?”

“The boss had one of his profound moments, huh?” said Em, grinning.

“When he’s not trying, my dad’s pretty good at helping people,” said (Y/N). “It’s when he gets in his head that he gets it all tangled up.”

Em laughed and then yelped. “Ow!”

“I told you not to move,” said (Y/N), stitching Em’s pants up with a sharp needle.

“You’re so mean,” pouted Em.

(Y/N) stood and pecked Em on the lips. “There, feel better?”

Em grinned. “Another kiss would help.”

(Y/N) smiled and kissed Em again.

“How do you not remember?!”

(Y/N) and Em groaned as they heard Lucifer’s angry voice.

“I’ll go check what the newest Celestial bullshit development is,” said (Y/N). “You can change back into your clothes.”

“Good luck with whatever’s going on,” said Em.

“God’s powers were glitching, so it’s not like things can get worse,” said (Y/N), shrugging as they walked out of the room.

“Don’t jinx it!” chirped Em as she closed the door.

(Y/N) walked into the living room to find Lucifer, once again, pouring himself a drink. He was really being pushed to the brink. “What’s going on now?” They watched God take a long drink of His own and blink as if He was actually affected by the alcohol. ��…That’s weird.”

“My father had the brilliant idea that to understand me He needed to try being human!” said Lucifer, exasperated and exhausted.

“I want to experience the true range of human experience on Earth,” said God, pleased with Himself.

“God can make Himself human?” said (Y/N). “How is that possible?”

“I’m God. I can do anything.” God pleased. “Well, not right now.”

“Of course not right now, you lost your powers!” said Lucifer.

“I can get them back,” said God.

“This is so weird,” sighed (Y/N).

“It gets worse,” said Lucifer. “He lost whatever He put His powers in. He misplaced the powers of the Almighty.”

“Huh.” (Y/N) processed that. “That’s a problem. Not good.”

“Not good at all!” said Lucifer. He stared at God. “You had your drink. Now, focus. Where are your powers?”

“I really don’t remember,” said God apologetically. “But I’m sure I left them somewhere.”

“If you don’t remember where they are, how can you be sure that they’re safe?” said Lucifer.

“I know that they’re safe,” said God firmly.

“But what if something happens to them?” said Lucifer. “What if something happens to you? Does the universe collapse into nothingness, destroying everything and everyone I care about?”

“I doubt that. That’s my purview,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“Your face, Lucifer,” said God slowly, just staring. “The one you used in Hell. In person, it really is quite intense.”

“You saw his Devil face?” said (Y/N).

“He nearly got Himself killed by drug dealers, so I had to step in,” grumbled Lucifer. “But I can’t believe He’s critiquing the way I looked saving His life.”

“Why did you choose that face?” asked God. He paused. “Deep down, that face is how you see yourself.”

(Y/N) blinked and looked at Lucifer worriedly. His self-esteem was a sensitive topic.

Ding!

The elevator door opened.

Oh, great, more trouble, thought (Y/N), because what else could it be?

Trixie walked out.

“What are you doing here?” said Em, stepping into the room and looking between God, Trixie, Lucifer, and (Y/N). It was an odd group.

“I told my dad I was going to my friend’s house,” said Em.

“I’m afraid we’re all a bit busy right now,” said Lucifer.

“I lied, dummy.” She wound up and kicked Lucifer in the shin.

Can no one handle anything with some amount of sensibility?

Lucifer stared. “What on Earth was that for?”

“I looked inside my heart like Dr. Linda said, and here’s what I realize,” said Trixie, pleased with herself. “Your hair is stupid, and your jokes are immature, and what kind of person puts a bar that big in their house?”

“My hair is majestic, and you know it,” said Lucifer.

“Grown-ups are supposed to be responsible!” said Trixie.

“Oh, are they?” grumbled Lucifer. “Well—”

“Everyone relax,” said (Y/N), stepping forward. “Trixie, let’s get you back home.”

Trixie folded her arms. “I’m not done yelling at him.”

“He’s getting yelled at plenty by other people, I assure you,” said (Y/N). “And right now he’s dealing with a problem, so let’s let him suffer in peace, shall we?”

Trixie paused. “Fine.”

“Good,” said (Y/N). They looked at Lucifer. “Find the thing.”

Lucifer waved a hand at God, who was closing his eyes sleepily. “I’m trying!”

Oh, boy.

(Y/N) and Trixie walked across the streets of LA in silence until (Y/N) looked down at the younger girl.

“Okay, what’s going on?” said (Y/N).

“What do you mean?” said Trixie stubbornly.

“Why are you so angry at my dad?” said (Y/N). “Usually I know what he’s done, but this time it’s a mystery.”

“He went to Florida for months without saying goodbye, he just does whatever he wants, and he…he hurts my mom’s feelings,” said Trixie, grumbling. She glanced at (Y/N). “Aren’t you mad at him? My mom…I remember hearing her talking to Maze about you being sad. He left you alone. Why aren’t you mad?”

(Y/N) pursed their lips. “I was mad for a long time,” they admitted. “I shouted at him, I pushed him away, I hurt his feelings. Because what he did really hurt me.” They glanced at Trixie. “Like it hurt Chloe.”

“But you forgave him,” said Trixie.

“I did,” said (Y/N). “Because my dad was trying to do the right thing for me and messed up.” They chuckled. “You said grown-ups are supposed to be responsible, but they’re really just kids in bigger, taller bodies. Most of the time, they can be idiots. They make mistakes.”

“…Did he apologize?” said Trixie.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding. “He did. And more importantly, he makes sure to take care of me. He didn’t just say he was sorry; he acts like he is. He wants to do better, and he is. I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he didn’t.”

Trixie frowned as they kept walking. “Do you think he’s apologized to my mom?”

“Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N). They grinned conspiratorially. “He really likes Chloe, so he’s definitely apologized. And even if he’s made another mistake, he’ll make it up to her. They’re going to be okay.” They looked down at Trixie. “Are you okay with them?”

Trixie nodded. “I like Lucifer. We’re friends. I just didn’t want him hurting my mom.”

“Your mom’s lucky to have you,” said (Y/N).

“Lucifer is lucky to have you,” responded Trixie. “You keep him out of trouble. Sorry for kicking him.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “He’s had worse.” They winked. “And you don’t need to apologize to me or him about it. He probably deserves it.”

Trixie laughed as they walked up the drive to Dan’s house. “Thanks for helping me.”

“No problem, Trixie,” said (Y/N). “The two of us are a team, keeping our parents safe and in line.”

Trixie brightened. “A team?”

“A team,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“Awesome,” said Trixie, grinning. She walked up to the door, turned back, and waved. “Bye, (Y/N)!”

“Bye, Trixie,” said (Y/N). They made sure she closed the door and was in safely before checking their phone for the time. They hummed. I’ve already resolved one of our two problems of today, and it’s not even 2. I’m on a roll.

“Where is my dad? And God?” said (Y/N), reentering the penthouse.

“They went out looking for God’s powers,” said Em. “I offered to help, but Lucifer asked me to wait here to tell you.”

“He does know I own a phone, right?” said (Y/N).

“He just wants you to not be out and about while God’s powers could be picked up by anyone,” said Em. “He’s protective.”

“Mm, unfortunately,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “That also means I can’t procrastinate. I’m going to get back to work.”

“Good luck!” said Em as (Y/N) headed back into their workroom.

“You seriously have no idea?” said Lucifer. “Nothing, no clue, nada? No inkling?”

“Son, I do not know where I left my powers. All I know is that they are safe,” said God.

“Father, I have to say that I agree with Lucifer. This is irresponsible. We need to find your powers before someone finds them,” said Amenadiel.

“No, no, they’re safe,” said God. “I’m sure of that.”

“Father,” sighed Amenadiel. “Earth isn’t safe. If someone found your powers, they could hurt themselves or others.”

God looked at Amenadiel. “My son, I would not leave my powers somewhere or with someone if there was a chance they would to be used for harm.”

Amenadiel fought not to sigh. “Alright, let’s think things through. What places does Dad know?”

“Food stores,” said Lucifer. “Not helpful.”

“Okay, then, if you were to give up your powers for the day, what would you do with them?” said Amenadiel.

“I don’t want people to have to bear my power and frighten people off as the devil, so I wouldn’t leave it with anyone,” said Lucifer.

“Fine, bad example,” said Amenadiel.

“What would you do? Perfect older brother should be a good example of what our dear Father would do,” said Lucifer.

“Children,” sighed God.

“I’d put it with someone I trusted, like family,” said Amenadiel. “I’d know they wouldn’t use my power for harm and would keep it safe.”

God paused. “Oh.”

Lucifer and Amenadiel looked at Him. “What?”

God smiled. “I remember where I left it.”

“(Y/N).” Em leaned into the workroom.

“Yeah?” said (Y/N) absently, staring at two different fabrics barely a shade different.

“God is here with Amenadiel and Lucifer. He wants to talk to you,” said Em.

(Y/N) frowned in confusion but came out of the room. “What is it?”

“I remembered where I put my powers,” said God. He held out a hand. “Could I borrow your red jasper necklace?”

(Y/N) tilted their head but undid the clasp and held it out to Him. He took it and held the stone in His hand. God took a deep breath, and a chime sounded. It echoed around the room, and a golden glow emerged from the red jasper. It flew up and around God, holy and bright. When it faded, everyone stared. God smiled and gave the necklace back to (Y/N).

“Thank you for keeping it safe,” said God.

Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, who was dumbfounded. “At least (Y/N) is responsible.”

“Oh, great, so I was just walking around with God’s power for the whole day,” said (Y/N), still just staring at the necklace in their hand.

“I knew that you could take care of it,” said God. He smiled. “You wouldn’t use power for your own gain, would you?”

(Y/N) blinked. “No.” They helped people and protected their family and friends. They didn’t need or want power for themself.

“You can’t just hand your powers to my kid and not tell them,” spluttered Lucifer. “What if it had exploded? What if they had gotten hurt?”

God held up a hand. “We need to talk.” His voice had grown somber, and Amenadiel and Lucifer exchanged a confused look.

God sat down, and, sensing the seriousness of the occasion, everyone else in the room sat down.

“Lucifer was right,” said God, a soft smile on His face.

“Twice in one millennium,” said Lucifer. “Will wonders never cease?”

“It’s not just the music,” said God. “Or the fact that I misplaced my powers.” He laced His fingers, and His eyes took on a slightly melancholy expression. “The truth is…I’ve been slipping for quite a while. For longer than I’d like to admit.” He smiled again. “I guess you get your denial from your father.”

“What denial?” Lucifer pretended to act innocent before smiling. “Kidding.” It seemed he and God had some sort of breakthrough in their fraught relationship. “Mostly.”

“Now, let’s just keep this between the five of us, for now. Shall we?” said God.

“What are you saying?” asked (Y/N).

“I think it’s time,” said God.

“Time for what?” said Lucifer.

“Time for me to retire,” said God.

…God can retire? That was a development.

(Y/N), Lucifer, and Amenadiel all looked at each other. They looked at God to say something, anything to that statement, and He was gone.

Unbelievable.

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15 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. Lucy’s birthday looms near and Frankie isn’t able to make it. So she makes it up to her before she leaves. Luckily, Bradley has some plans in mind and he holds out hope that in time Lucy will reveal more about her complicated family.

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Keywords/Warnings: Romance, angst, BFF times

15 | Seashell by the Seashore 🐚

September 18, 2023

“Tanti auguri a, tetanti auguri a. Tetanti auguri a Luciaaaa.... Tanti auguri a te!ˮ

Lucy and Francesca clapped side by side, sitting together under the shade of a large parasol buried in the sand, sitting on a fitted sheet to keep the sand at bay, and enjoying the view of the sea in the mild San Diego afternoon. Francesca had baked them a lovely, little red velvet cake with buttercream frosting and they began to pick it apart with a fork, paired with some glasses of Pinot Noir.

“Iʼm sorry that I canʼt make it on your actual birthday,ˮ Frankie frowned.

“Whatʼre you talking about?ˮ Lucy smiled. “Today is my birthday. Today, I am 26 for you, my friend.ˮ

They laughed lightly, glasses clinking.

“How old is Bradley, again?ˮ Francesca hummed.

“40,ˮ Lucy replied casually. “Quite the age gap, eh?ˮ

“It is, but whenever I look at both of you I canʼt decide whether youʼre older than you look or heʼs younger than he seems!ˮ

“Thank you,ˮ Lucy chuckled.

A brief quiet ensued as they both had a bite of cake.

“Have you told him? About your mom?ˮ Francesca asked her quietly.

“Yeah,ˮ Lucy smiled. “Squeezed a few tears out of me... but I got it out in the open eventually.ˮ

“And Ford? Did you tell him about the letters and about Maveri—“

“No,ˮ she sighed deeply. “Not yet... not yet. Frankie, I really donʼt want to tal—“

“Lucia,ˮ Francesca said firmly. “I respect your privacy and your autonomy. You have a right to both. But my friend, your fatal flaw is your own isolation — you lie and push people away because youʼre afraid—“

“Frankie—“

“Youʼre afraid that if they got to know the person you really are theyʼll leave and theyʼll take all of their love with them.ˮ

Francesca Agosti was no academic marvel. She did not have any educational qualifications to become a curator and a painter. She flunked out of the fancy private college her father paid for. But she was a great scholar when it comes to the matters of the heart. She and Lucy share the trait of being insightful. While Lucy applies it towards interacting with whales, Francesca puts it on a canvas. That, is what makes her a passionate artist.

“Whatever happened to Ford was not your punishment of the matters you last exchanged,ˮ Francesca held her hand. “What happened to your mom is something out of your control. What happened to you — to wild Lucy — shouldnʼt have had to change.ˮ

“But Bradley—“

“Bradley Bradshaw is a good man,ˮ Francesca enveloped her weeping friend into her arms lovingly. “That man is absolutely in love with you, Lucia. I can see it in his eyes.ˮ

“I-In love?ˮ Lucy stuttered. “With me?ˮ

“With you,ˮ Francesca tucked her stray hairs behind her ears. “Forgive yourself Lucia,ˮ she smiled kindly. “Let him love you.ˮ

“Okay,ˮ Lucy whispered.

“I have something for you,ˮ Francesca pulled her tote bag towards her and retrieved a medium-sized box decorated with iridescent swirls and a white bow. She handed it to Lucy.

It was heavy in Lucyʼs lap, and whatever it was it thudded against the corners as she shook it gently. She undid the bow and opened the lid. Wrapped in pale tissue, was a magnificent conch shell. It was a foot in size with a large flaring lip. It had a pretty, consistent pale peach color all throughout with a vibrant pink that emerged from its entrance. Its spines were elegantly curved and ethereal.

“Oh Frankie,ˮ she sighed. “Itʼs beautiful.. But I canʼt — there are only about 50,000 in the world and I donʼt know how you got this but if itʼs from a protected area —“

“Lucia stop,ˮ Francesca chuckled. “Remember Scala dei Turkei? I tripped on that a week before I came here. I had it checked out, thereʼs nothing in here and itʼs okay to keep...ˮ

“Thank you Frankie,ˮ she embraced her tightly. “For everything.ˮ

Just then, Lucyʼs phone rang and from just how she smiled as she picked it up, Francesca could tell just who it was on the other side…

“Yeah,ˮ Lucy chuckled looking at Francesca. “I think sheʼd like that.ˮ

“Iʼve only had a glass,ˮ she argued. “I can have a beer.ˮ

Francesca giggled. Lucy stood up, gesturing for the bathroom.

“We can always Uber, Bradley,ˮ she said into the phone as she went ahead and grabbed her purse.

“Okay, okay, if you insist.ˮ Lucy sighed as she sauntered away.

Francesca watched her from the distance, her mind drifting and finding itself to Robert Floyd. It was no secret that Francesca has had her fair share of lovers — some amorous, some stoic, some scandalous, and some just too square. But she never really met anyone who was quite like Robert Floyd.

“Looks like that went well,ˮ Bob smiled at her.

“It looks like that right now,ˮ she replied to him as she downed another Bellini. “But wait until the paper comes out tomorrow and Italyʼs most snobby pricks nitpick the failure of a daughter from a family gallerists.ˮ

They were walking the length of the restricted areas museum at night. Bob had her heels in his hand and his jacket on her shoulders. They found a tall glass door to a patio and just before they exited to meet with the view of the sea, they spotted two lovers, so engrossed with each other that neither of them felt the chilly air.

“Theyʼre really going at it,ˮ Bob chuckled as Bradley pulled Lucy closer to him. “Iʼve never seen Rooster like this.ˮ

“Neither have I with Lucia,ˮ Francesca remarked. “Come, I know some other place we can go.ˮ

They ended up in an empty gallery room in which Francesca powered a switch nearby and a floating, projected art exhibition illuminated the space. It was one of those instagram- worthy, art-interactive, locations that people loved to take pictures at.

“I think these kinds of exhibitions were made for clout,ˮ Bob said as-matter-of- factly.

“Definitely,ˮ Francesca drawled, her stance flailing. She sat down on one corner of the room and Bob followed suit, watching the lights scatter against the white walls.

“Youʼre not a failure, yʼknow?ˮ He told her. “History tells us that the critics arenʼt always right.ˮ

“Thatʼs true,ˮ Francesca nodded sleepily. “But those artists werenʼt children of my Father.ˮ

A beat.

“Artists donʼt please, they create.ˮ Bob told her. Francesca looked at him thoughtfully. The lights were hypnotic, the Bellini buzz was on its high, and his lips looked very lonely. She cupped his cheek and slowly drew him to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder gently.

“Itʼs late,ˮ he said. “Let me take you home.ˮ

Unbeknownst to Francesca whose face placed in her palms, Bradley had arrived in khaki uniform and walked up to their little patch of shade on the beach.

“You alright?ˮ He asked her. Francesca looked up.

“Oh yes...ˮ Francesca smiled. “Lucia just went to the bathroom. Sheʼll be back.ˮ

“Well I sure hope so,ˮ Bradley joked. “Iʼve had a whole thing planned for her birthday. I would hate for her to miss it... I hope she likes it.ˮ

“As long as itʼs from you, Iʼm sure sheʼll enjoy it.ˮ She replied.

“What did you get her?ˮ Bradley gestured towards the gift box. Francesca opened the lid.

“Only about 50,000 of those left. Are they from a—“

“No theyʼre not from a protected area,ˮ Francesca chuckled. “I stubbed my toe on that on an isolated beach in Italy. Had it checked out too. You listen to her...ˮ

“‘Course I do,ˮ Bradley tuck his aviators in his shirt as he ducked into the shade and sat beside her. “Sheʼs my girlfriend…”

“Iʼm going to take care of her you know,ˮ he told her after a moment of stillness, looking out to the water.

“I know you will... just be patient with her,ˮ Francesca sighed. “If thereʼs anything I can tell you, itʼs that Lucy comes from a family where... pushing down their feelings and hiding their problems is way to be strong. Itʼll be hard — getting Lucia out of her shell.ˮ

“Hey!ˮ Lucy arrived a few moments later in her white sunhat, she crawled into their enclosure, eyes lighting up at the sight of Bradley

“Hey Angel,ˮ he grinned handsomely as he kissed her cheek. “Ready for the Hard Deck?ˮ

“Is Bob going to be there?ˮ She smirked, a faint blush dusting Francescaʼs cheek.

“You told him?!ˮ She exclaimed. “Lucia!ˮ

“He did, actually.ˮ Bradley answered, winking. “Looks the right one finally came your way.ˮ

New ship unlocked! 🔓💞🔑 Should I make a short spin-off series about these two new lovebirds after Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel? Well that’s a wrap for now! See you at 16 | Lucy’s Surprise!

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writingjourney · 5 months

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Also, Secondo will behave with every adopted animal the way that all dads treat them

"Okay, amore, but you will have to take care of it. And keep it away from me"

And the next thing you see is him chilling with whatever pet you acquired, holding it gently in his lap (if it is small) or just let it lay beside him on any surface, buying it all of the expensive luxury food, care equipments, clothes (if it can wear it) and etc. His phone has more pictures of this said pet than his s/o and they tease him about it, while he pets "grumpily" his angelino

Oh absolutely!! He’s the grumpy pet dad 100%. I think he’s just well aware that pets are a lot of work and he’s a busy man, he also knows the pet needs him and he‘s a bit scared of such commitment initially.

I don’t share a lot about my OCs but Secondo and my OC Manon later adopt a cat called Pinot and it’s pretty much that. They visit the local shelters and it clicks with one cat especially and he reluctantly agrees to take her home. Later they’re besties of course, both a bit grumpy and wanting things to go their way haha

#asks #pet dad secondo is my favorite thing ♡#thank you!!

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peapod20001 · 1 year

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THEY LOOK GOOD TOGETHER!!!!!

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neishroom · 26 days

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🥓🍚🍒 (for any oc of your choosing!)

🍚 They have been invited for a dinner by someone close to them! Where are they going, what are they ordering, what are they drinking and what do they talk about?

Cleo is going to a bistro and ordering a flatbread margherita pizza with some pinot grigio! She'll def be talking about her family, any fashion items she's been into and the latest popular reality tv show

🥓 At what time does your oc eat breakfast?

Since Cleo has been on maternity leave she eats breakfast whenever she can

🍒 How often do they eat berries and other kinds of veggies?\

Probably daily since she eats them with her kids

ty!!!

#ask game

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luucypevensie · 7 months

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🐿 + my beloved water witch Allison? 💚

YAS, MY FAVE MAMA WARRIOR! THANK YOU FAE! Tagging @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, and @bi-ologistofthehills as they are all Allison’s biggest fans (after you of course)

1. a song they love to dance to: mamma mia by abba (mamma mia is her favorite musical, and she would listen to the soundtrack on repeat so much as a girl that her parents nearly destroyed her cd)

2. the meaning of their middle name: well-born, noble (gene; her mother had a thing for golden age hollywood actresses, so she and skye’s middle names are after gene tierney and marlene dietrich)

3. their favorite mythical/fantasy animal/figure: allison adores mermaids (it started after watching the little mermaid for the first time; she wanted to be ariel so badly that she perfected her hair flip when she’s breaking out of the water)

4. salty or sweet snacks? which kind do they like best?: you’d think sweet since she’s a baker, but allison actually prefers salty snacks. you can usually see her snacking on pretzels because she loves how they can go with most things (she loves dipping them in hummus)

5. what they like to do during the winter time: winter is when she goes absolutely CRAZY with the baking; she’s baking all sorts of christmas cookies from traditional shortbread to gingerbread. besides the baking, one of her favorite winter activities is to go ice skating, and then sit in front of a fire afterwards with a cup of hot chocolate

6. their favorite ‘50’s song: cheek to cheek by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong

7. do they drink? if so, what’s their favorite drink?: allison only drinks in the privacy of her home, and select social events. she’s a wine girlie who loves a good merlot or pinot grigio

8. one moment they recoil thinking about: definitely that moment when her little self wrote that love note to the girl she had a crush on; the note was a bit mushy, and allison still folds into herself in embarrassment when remembering all of her classmates laughing at the note and her

9. if they believe in lucky objects: at first, allison didn’t believe in luck. but, after peter gave back her teardrop necklace, good things always seemed to happen whenever she had the necklace on, and she then began refusing to take it off

10. their first-ever paying job: she started working at starbucks when she was in high school, so she could start saving money for college

#oc: allison lewis #fic: the dawn the sky and the sun #u: the chronicles of narnia #oc asks #daughter-of-melpomene #THANKS AGAIN FAE

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itsthatpearl · 3 months

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 6: Closer

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Beth's relationship to Hannibal grows deeper...

(yes this is the spicy chapter you've all been waiting for)

Word Count: 1.1k

Thanks to Em for beta reading <3 <3 <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPESIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), unethical relationships, sexual tension, sexual themes, (CONSENSUAL) sex, fingering, PiV sex, talk about body fluids (vague), horror, gore, cannibalism, vore, bad parenting, rough language, violence, alcohol, light emetophobia, acrotomophilia

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I moaned softly, eyes closed. “You outdid yourself, Hannibal. This was the best one yet” I opened my eyes to see a satisfied smirk. I took another bite from the beef tartare. It melted on my tongue as I took a sip of a young Pinot Noir to wash it down. I bit my lip. “Humans only need one kidney, right?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited. He chuckled quietly and leaned forward crossing his fingers. “Depends, but you are healthy enough to be able to live with only one” he smiled a genuine smile. I laughed and took another sip of the wine. “Have you ever tasted a kidney pie? I do have a great recipe for that” he added. I raised my brow and smirked. “Oh do you now? Maybe we should put that to the test?” I giggled. He smiled and stood up. “I want to show you something” he said softly.

It’s our second therapy session. “Are you afraid of me?” he asks. I look at him confused. “What do you mean? Why would I be afraid of you?” I grip the armchair under me. I am not afraid of him, but I am afraid of him using me. “Of course not” I answer before letting him continue. But he doesn’t try to argue. He leans back and lets me to change the subject. Maybe he knows the real answer already.

“This is your bedroom?” I said, raising a brow as I looked at the dimly lit room. “Correct” he nodded and came to stand in front of my wheelchair. “I would like you to move to sleep here. I will move all your books and belongings from your own house and room here, if you let me” he said as he took my hands into his. My mouth opened up and I looked around. He wants me to be close. I took a deep breath and nodded. “I would like that very much”. My answer made him smile and he leaned to whisper in my ear: “get on the bed”

I laid on the bed propped up on my elbows and looked at him while he took his shirt off. I removed my clothes too, leaving only underwear on. He got on the bed slowly coming to hover on top of me like a predator to its prey. I slightly bit my lip as he fondled my cheek and neck. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. He knew I was more than sure, but he still asked. He wants me to want this. He wants to show me he cares. He wants me to understand he isn’t just using me. I nodded, smiling and leaned closer to take his lips into mine.

The kiss was soft but quickly turned into more passionate. I gasped but the sound was muffled by his lips devouring mine. His hands moved to grip my hair gently as I started exploring his back with my fingers softly caressing every curve he had on his back. His lips moved from my lips to my neck while my fingers slid up his back to his hair. The lips on my skin were heated and desperate, moving up my neck to nip my ear, which made me moan out loud. Then his fingers started gliding down. I removed my bralette while we kissed and his hand immediately started fondling the soft skin. He pinched my nipple which made me gasp and for payback I nipped his lip harder. Then his fingers continued their journey down my body.

I closed my eyes, gasping for air when he removed the rest of my clothes and started fondling my already drenched folds. He muttered something inaudible in French. I pulled him into a slow, deep kiss as his fingers slipped in. I was not going to last long. The way he listened to my every single sound, every single tensing of muscle and knew exactly how to react to them. I started moaning louder as the speed of his fingers became more erratic. I looked at him and he looked mesmerized. I came quickly and his fingers fucked me oh so sweetly through it while I just moaned and whimpered against his lips.

After a few minutes of calming down I kissed his cheek. “Do you want to continue?“ I asked. “I want nothing more” he whispered and started to remove the rest of his clothes. I bit my lip, ready to continue while helping him. We started kissing again. His hot breath flooded my every sense as he gently started fucking me. The scent of sweat and quiet whimpering filled the room as our bodies moved in perfect unison. I’ve had sex before, but this was something new. This was something more . When the kisses and sounds started to become sloppier and louder for both of us everything felt like the most perfect symphony conducted by us. “Hannibal, I- I am going to-” I gasped, gripping his hair as I felt the tension building in my lower abdomen. “You are perfect, Bethany'' Hannibal whimpered into my ear. Him saying my full name made my orgasm hit me like never before. We both cried out as he pumped in a few more times before crashing into his climax too. Then everything went silent.

We both laid there catching our breaths, him on my chest. I looked down at him and smiled in pure bliss. He answered my smile with a gentle peck on the lips. He can’t be a monster. He couldn’t be this gentle and caring if he was one. “Can I ask you something?” I muttered quietly, still coming down from my high. “Of course” he said and shifted to lay next to me. “How long have you been… eating… humans?” I asked. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the ceiling. “I was 6 when I ate my sister’s remainings” he answered. I blinked quietly and looked at him, unable to answer. The two children in the photograph that was on top of the fireplace in the living room. Hannibal and Mischa… was Mischa his sister? After a long silence I finally opened my mouth again. “Did you love her?” I whispered. He turned to look at me. “I did” he answered. For the first time ever I could swear I catched a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. “Can I kiss you?” I asked so quietly it wasn’t even a proper whisper. He leaned closer and we kissed slowly. Was he actually able to feel love? Could he love… me?

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Gravita Anima (part 4)

Nightcrawler/Fem!OC/Quicksilver fic. Full story posted on Ao3.

Intro (with link to full story) First Previous

Not too far off from where Elle was seeing off the X-men a small group was gathering for the last tour of the day. In that group was a young lady with blond hair in a ponytail, tennis shoes, nice jeans, and a maroon t-shirt, as well as a plain hat. She had just come from work, pausing to change outfits at a nearby McDonald’s on the way.

Elle hurried off to the start point on the other side of the path. There she saw Lucy already in “disguise” waiting. Elle checked her in, the pair exchanging a meaningful look.

Lucy took her spot casually in the group of the next and last tour after checking in with Elle. She looked through her phone, glancing at any news that might catch her eye. She touched the brim of her hat to ensure it was on correctly -- even casual, she had to make sure she looked decent. Her stomach rumbled, and she knew it was for more than just food. She would need to eat soon...perhaps tomorrow night.

She heard voices and glanced up, not from hearing words, but just from the noise and the natural desire to look around. When her eyes landed on a group not too far off, she froze. How could she not? There were two distinct persons there...Nightcrawler of the X-men and one of whom she knew. Hank McCoy. The man she had to make anti-mutant claims to just the other day as Senator Kelly’s aide. She had to get out of here before he recognized her.

Lucy pushed past a couple of people without apologizing -- the tour groups were always pretty thick -- until she got to the tour guide. She held her phone out as if inquiring about something, perhaps the route, to others nearby. Still, her movements were stilted and tense. “We need to walk. Now.” Lucy hissed to Elle, feeling and hearing her heart pound in her ears.

At Lucy’s tone and feeling her anxiety, Elle swiftly jumped into action. There was one family left that hadn’t shown up but she usually waiting a few minutes...aw well, hopefully, they would catch up. “Okay, everyone! We’re all here! Now, who is ready to explore our Nation’s Capitol?!”

Moving to the front, Elle began the next tour, keeping a close eye on Lucy. What had spooked her so much? Was Senator Kelly around somewhere?

For Lucy, the tour would have been interesting, and no doubt it was to those with nothing else weighing on their minds, except Lucy couldn't focus. Sure, she had walked this tour before and still enjoyed hearing Elle talk about the landmarks and history, but this time she wasn't even hearing her words. Her mind had been so deep in thought and memory of that meeting the other day, of the near meeting today, and her panic to it. Only moments when Elle 'encouraged' the group to feel a certain way broke her concentration. The moment it stopped, however, Lucy's mind went back to the man with the blue fur.

She almost didn't notice the tour was over until she was staying at Elle and Elle alone. The pair went to a nearby diner -- good food, nice service, and privacy. They needed the last part. The pair didn't say much on their walk, more out of distraction than anything.

The diner smelt amazing as always. There was a subtle mumbling of conversation, the clinking of silverware, and delicious scents of onions, meats, and sweets. Lucy felt her shoulders relax. She had to remove her hat, but that was fine since their table was relatively isolated.

Once the pair sat down, Lucy ordered a glass of pinot noir and an appetizer of stuffed mushrooms. She leaned back in her seat and finally, really looked at her friend. "How's your week been, Elle?"

This was one of Elle’s favorite places to eat. The food was amazing, and always recharged her after a long week. She gave a tired smile at her friend. “Long. Lots of red hats the past couple of days. Probably here for tomorrow. Everything is prepared for the event though. Escape routes are ready and masks are ready.”

While Elle would try her best to keep both sides calm it was impossible to control everyone. At most, she would be able to calm 100 or so very angry people at a time on a good day, 200 moderately emotional people. If things turned for the worse the counter-protesters - especially the mutants - would need an escape route and if tear gas was tossed by DC police face masks would be needed.

A scowl crossed Lucy's face at the mention of the red hats. Things were heating up. It was nearing the time for the bill to be voted on. Had the last ten months been worth anything? They would see.

"As long as no one does anything stupid. Last thing we need is a damn mutant to act up and prove the point of the others." She sighed and shook her head.

They paused when the server returned with the drinks and appetizers. Lucy ordered a steak salad and once he was gone, she took a long drink of the wine. "Met with one of the X-Men the other day." She smirked almost sardonically. "Care to guess who?"

Elle nodded in agreement. In some ways, she was more concerned about the counter-protest if a mutant decided to fight someone on the anti-mutant side it would be all over. There would be no doubt that the registration bill would pass.

“Oh really,” Elle asked, intrigued. “Do tell? Had to be one of the older ones. Storm?”

"Older, probably, but not by much. I'll give you a hint: he is a primary color and probably about as soft as a minx coat."

“Nightcrawler? I never would have pegged the German as getting involved in the US…” Having been focused on Nightcrawler during the tour it took her a moment to recognize her mistake. “Oh wait - no - Beast?!”

Lucy had her glass raised midway to her lips when Elle said the only other blue mutant’s name. "What?! Nightcr- no! Elle, come on...you had a 50/50 shot. Don't go gambling after that. Beast. Or actually, Dr. McCoy -- of Biophysics and Biochemistry, in case you needed to feel small like I did." She waved her hand at their waiter to bring her another glass of wine. "Made a good argument but you know how the Senator will say...all emotions and safety." She fell quiet briefly, in thought. "Think this weekend is the last shot. It's do or die."

Elle gave a sad nod of agreement. “You’re right. I just wish they had given the rights orgs the permits to be on the Mall tomorrow instead of the red hats. Sure we’ll be there but DC police might try and break us up.” On her second glass of wine as well her tongue had become a bit looser.

"I will be there." Lucy decided then and there. Was it the wine talking? "I feel like I should be there if it is our last chance. I won't be able to do anything else that day anyway, regardless of the day off." Lucy wondered if there was a way to amplify Elle's powers.

Elle almost asked “what about your job?” but then she stopped herself. If Lucy wanted to be there she would and maybe - just maybe that would show the Senator...probably not...no she couldn’t do it. Elle had to warn her. “What about your job? Kelley will fire you for sure and probably blacklist you. You’re our inside source, we can’t lose that.”

A shiver passed through Lucy. She stabbed at some steak and romaine and shook her head slightly. “I’ll wear a disguise. No one will know.” She wouldn’t and couldn’t forsake her job, but she had to be there. “I honestly don’t know if this will pass or not.” And that was what made it so frightening. At least she could sleep better knowing she had been there for the last fight, potentially.

Elle gave a nod understandingly. A disguise may or may not work, well if Lucy thought it would be a good idea then so be it. It would be nice to have her friend there. “If it does, we still need it to pass the House and then if that happens every honest rights organization will sue to stop the implementation of the bill and get it ruled unconstitutional. But I do hope it dies here.”

Looking up from her well-earned meal, nearly already gone in her hunger, Elle saw a few recognizable people leaving the restaurant passing right by them. She ended up catching the eye of the one that she had not met yet, Beast. Elle gave a warm smile even as she muttered to Lucy. “Don’t turn around, minx coat is here.”

Kurt once again knew there were eyes on him as they were leaving, just as there had been when they arrived and while they ate. They didn’t bother him. What he did notice, however, was a distinct set. He glanced around at the familiar weight of a gaze and spotted Eleanor. He smiled and waved, marveling at the chance of seeing her again. It must be a great place for food if they all came here after the tours, he reasoned.

Elle, as her usual friendly self, waved at Nightcrawler. Though seeing Lucy was stiff as a board trying not to draw attention from Dr. McCoy. With her friend’s reaction, Elle sent a wave of calming emotion to her friend. The X-men moved on and when they were gone she looked at Lucy. “They are gone, they only saw me.”

Lucy’s shoulders relaxed and her mind quieted immediately, her heart rate slowing to normal. She knew it was the work of Elle and she nodded slightly in gratitude. It was subtle, just subtle enough to where the typical person would unlikely notice it. That was what made Elle so good, that secretive, gentle nature. Lucy recognized it most times because she had been aware of it before and could identify it when it happened.

She tentatively looked over her shoulder and sighed heavily. “That was close…” She murmured. Looking back at Elle, she asked, “Who’d you wave at?”

“Just Nightcrawler, he waved first,” Elle explained. “They were all rather nice. Rogue gave me quite a large tip. I almost felt bad about using my charms on them. Haha.”

Lucy grinned a little as she picked up her fork again. She took another bite, noting that there was another hunger in the depth of her belly and mind that couldn’t be satisfied by meat and vegetables. “It’s almost funny that none of them caught on to you.” But again, that was a bonus of her powers. “I’m sure Rogue could afford it -- I’ve heard the Senator rant plenty about how costly that group can be.”

Taking a final couple bites of her meal Elle smiled thoughtfully. “You know they are very brave, Beast and Nightcrawler. To go around in public like that.”

“I hadn’t really put that into words, but...you’re right. Very brave. I can’t imagine…” Lucy bit her bottom lip. Both of the women thought the same thing at once. What would it be like to openly exist as mutants? For others to know their powers?

In her pocket, Elle’s phone buzzed. Quickly pulling it out, she saw it was from the text thread for the counter-protest tomorrow. There were rumors about the size of the anti-mutant protest. Was it going to be 5000? 8000? Some were saying 10000. “Kelly been talking size for tomorrow?”

“I believe the metric unit is ‘shit ton’.” She tossed two twenty-dollar bills on the table to cover both of their meals and tips. “How many do we have on our side?”

“From just the orgs themselves 500 but there are at least twice that coming in from the surrounding states. I don’t know how many are from further away at this short notice. People are trying to track the size based on hotel rooms that are filled up but that is less than reliable. Tourist season is starting after all. I think it is going to be big but not huge. There would be more news about it if it was more than 8k.”

Still, the idea that more than that would show up was disturbing. She could not control a group of that size. At most, she could handle 200 at once. Elle would have to focus on keeping the counter-protesters in line rather than the anti-mutantists.

Lucy rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. “It should be history-making in any case. We should head off...I need to find someone to snack from.”

“Sounds good, if you are going to be there tomorrow, you better eat well.” The pair got up, Elle heading to the restroom to allow Lucy to leave first. A final precaution to make sure those out on the street did not see them together. Though in the back of her mind, Elle thought that it wouldn’t matter come tomorrow. ______

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