#rihanna fanfic

[dynaloy]

Stolen Harmony - Chapter 1

Robyn Rihanna Fenty

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual Harmony Hearts Gala," the emcee announced, her voice echoing through the grand ballroom adorned with crystal chandeliers and walls bathed in a soft, warm glow. The hushed murmur of the well-dressed attendees grew louder as they awaited the evening's main event. 

Me, Rihanna, the pop icon.

I took a deep breath.

My heart was pounding in rhythm with the anticipation that filled the air. 

I adjusted the delicate silver necklace that complemented my shimmering emerald gown. The weight of this role in the charity's mission was a melody that resonated within my soul.

The stage was set with a grand piano, its gleaming black frame a stark contrast to the white marble floor. As the spotlight grew brighter, I stepped into the limelight, feeling the rush of energy that came with performing live. The opening notes of my self-penned ballad, "Love on the brain" filled the air, and I began to sing, my voice in a soft yet powerful crescendo that seemed to reach into the very hearts of the audience. 

I scanned the sea of faces, looking for a spark of connection, a glimpse of understanding in their eyes.

And there he was, Keanu Reeves, standing against the far wall, his eyes fixed on me. His presence was like a silent bass line that underscored the melody of my song. He wasn't like the others, who feigned interest or whispered into their dates' ears; he was fully engaged, absorbing every word, every note. Our gazes held, and in that moment, it was as if the world around us faded away, leaving only the music and the undeniable pull between us. I felt a blush creep up my face, and I had to force myself to look away, to keep my focus on the performance.

As the last chord of the piano faded, the ballroom erupted into applause. The crowd's adoration washed over me, but it was his solitary clap that resonated the loudest. I took a bow, my eyes finding his again, and he offered a small nod of respect that sent a thrill through my body. The air between us was charged, and as I stepped off the stage, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the start of something new, something profound.I knew that so many celebrities had been invited but i never expected him. I wondered if he was as affected by our connection as I was.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of handshakes and small talk, but I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull that Keanu exuded. Each time our paths crossed, our eyes would lock for a brief moment, a silent conversation that spoke volumes. It was as if we were the only two people in the room, our hearts beating in sync to a rhythm that only we could hear. I wondered if our conection was meaning something...

God! he is so sexy, i felt butterflies in my stomach just to look at him.

The gala continued, with a series of speakers sharing stories of the lives touched by the Harmony Hearts charity. Each tale was a poignant reminder of why we were all gathered here, but my mind kept wandering back to the mysterious man whose gaze had captured me. When the event's organizers called for a brief intermission, I took the opportunity to escape the suffocating atmosphere of forced smiles and air kisses. I slipped into a quiet corner, needing a moment to breathe. I need to find him, i need to talk to him, i tried to find him in between the crowd but he was nowhere to be seen.

As I leaned against the velvet curtains, a gentle touch on my arm startled me.

I turned to find Keanu standing there, a glass of champagne in his hand. "You looked like you needed this," he said, offering me the flute with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His voice was like smooth jazz, low and resonant, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I took the champagne, our fingers brushing for a brief second, and sipped it gratefully. "Thank you," I murmured, feeling the bubbles tickle my nose.

"Your performance was... hauntingly beautiful," he said, his eyes searching mine. "It was like you were singing directly to me."

I felt the heat of his gaze and took a sip of the bubbly liquid to calm my nerves. "Thank you, Keanu. It's not every day I get to perform for such an attentive audience."

He chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly warm and comforting amidst the cold, calculated conversations of the gala. "I'm surprised you noticed me. I thought I was pretty good at blending in."

I couldn't help but laugh at his self-deprecation. "You? Blend in? Impossible."

He raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. "I've had some practice."

"Well, you're not exactly inconspicuous," I replied with a playful smile.

Keanu leaned in closer, his presence both calming and electrifying. "Maybe it's because I was looking for something real tonight."

I set the champagne flute on a nearby table, my hand trembling slightly. "And did you find it?"

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "I think I did," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. The air between us grew thick with unspoken words, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze as if it were a tangible force.

"Rihanna," he said, my name rolling off his tongue like a sweet melody. "Would you do me the honor of finishing this dance with me?"

I smirk, raising my eyebrow.

' Are you sure you want to dance with me? with everybody looking at us?'' I joked, trying to ease the tension.

Keanu's smile grew wider. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't," he replied with a confidence that was as charming as it was surprising. He extended his hand, and I found myself placing mine in his, feeling a jolt of excitement as our fingers intertwined. He led me to the dance floor, where the orchestra had begun to play a soft, sultry tune. His hand was firm yet gentle on my back, guiding me through the steps with an ease that suggested he was no stranger to the art of dance.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the music weaving around us like a warm embrace. His eyes never left mine, and in that moment, I felt like I could see straight into his soul. The whispers and glances from the other guests grew into a cacophony of gossip, but we remained lost in our own little world. His touch was a silent promise, a secret shared between us that no one else could understand. I study his face, his beard, his lips, his nose, his eyes, all of him, everything about him was fascinating.

As the song reached its crescendo, Keanu leaned in, and for a second, I thought he might kiss me. But instead, he whispered, "Thank you for the serenade. It was more than I could have ever imagined." His breath was warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. 

'' You are welcome'' I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

The dance floor grew crowded as more guests joined us, but Keanu and I remained in our own bubble, our eyes locked. The music switched to an upbeat number, but we continued to sway to the rhythm of our shared connection. His hand slid down to my waist, and I felt a warmth spread through me, a sensation I hadn't felt in a long time. Our bodies moved together effortlessly, as if we had been partners for years, not minutes. I turn around and put my back in his chest, laying my head in his shoulder while i was swaying my butt on him. I smirk trying to look inocent, but he knew what I was doing.

 He chuckled lowly and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me closer, and I felt a sudden urge to melt into his embrace.

''What are you trying to do?'' he whispered playfully into my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

I laugh lightly, ''Just enjoying the music.'' I say with a cheeky smile. His arms tighten around me for a brief moment before he put one hand on my neck and bend down to kiss the place, pressing pressure.

Keanu's touch was a revelation, a symphony of sensations that played across my skin. His hand felt like a brand, searing through the fabric of my gown, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The chemistry between us was palpable, and I knew that one dance wouldn't be enough to satisfy the hunger that had been ignited.

As the music switched to a faster tempo, Keanu leaned closer, his breath a tantalizing whisper in my ear. "Would you like to get out of here?" he asked, his voice a seductive invitation that sent a thrill down my spine. "Somewhere quieter, where we can talk?"

My heart skipped a beat. I knew that leaving the gala with him would be the talk of the town, but the allure of privacy and the chance to explore this connection was too tempting to resist. "Yes," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the crescendo of the music. "Let's go."

Keanu guided me through the throng of guests, his hand firm and reassuring in mine. We slipped out through a side door that he was sure that the paparazzi wouldnt be there, and the cool night air hit me like a refreshing gust of wind. A sleek black car was parked. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the luxurious leather seat, feeling both nervous and exhilarated.

He turn on the car and start to drive smoothly away from the bustling gala. The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows, creating a serene backdrop for our impromptu escape.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice filled with excitement and a touch of trepidation.

"Somewhere private," Keanu replied, his eyes never leaving the road as he navigated the quiet streets. The silence between us was charged with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken questions and the promise of something more.

I studied his profile, the strong lines of his jaw and the way the streetlights cast shadows across his features. His concentration was palpable, yet there was a gentle ease to his movements that suggested he was comfortable in his own skin. His hands gripped the steering wheel with confidence, and I found myself drawn to the simplicity of his black tie and crisp white shirt, a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of the gala we'd just left behind.

"So, what is it that you do when you're not saving the world on screen?" I asked, trying to break the silence without shattering the spell that had been cast over us.

He considered my question for a moment before responding. "I guess you could say I'm a bit of a wanderer," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I enjoy the quiet moments, exploring the world and finding beauty in the unexpected places."

I nodded, feeling a kinship with his words. "That's something I can relate to," I said, thinking of my own escapades from the spotlight. "Sometimes, it's the moments when no one's watching that are the most magical."

Keanu shot me a sideways glance, his eyes filled with understanding. "Exactly," he said. "The world is so noisy, and it's easy to get lost in the cacophony. But it's in the quiet moments that we truly find ourselves."

We drove through the deserted streets, the city's vibrant energy giving way to the tranquility of the night. The car's smooth purr was the only sound that filled the space between us, yet it felt as if we were sharing a conversation without words. His hand found its way to mine, and our fingers intertwined, the warmth of his touch sending a thrill through me. I wondered if he felt the same electrifying current that I did, or if it was just the excitement of the evening playing tricks on my senses.

Finally, we arrived at a beautiful apartment complex, the soft glow of the moon reflecting off the calm waters of the beach that lay just beyond. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, casting dancing shadows on the sand. The sound of the waves was a soothing lullaby, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the gala we had just left behind. Keanu parked the car and turned to me, his eyes searching my face as if trying to read the secrets hidden within.

"Thank you for this," I said, my voice a little shaky. "I needed a break from all the noise."

Keanu nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Me too." He led me to a private terrace that overlooked the ocean, the waves whispering a gentle serenade as they kissed the shore. The moon cast a silver path across the water, and the salty breeze played with my hair. He pulled out a chair for me, and we sat down, the distance between us seemingly smaller than ever.

"You know," he began, "I've been to countless events like this, but I've never felt...this." He paused, searching for the right words. "This connection. It's like we're two notes that were always meant to be played together."

I couldn't help but smile at his analogy. "And what happens when those notes finally find each other?"

Keanu leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on the horizon. "They create a melody that resonates through time." He turned to face me, his eyes serious.

"You see, Rihanna, I've been married before. For six years, I gave my all to someone who couldn't reciprocate. The last three of those years were...empty. A performance without an audience, a dance without a partner." He took a deep breath, his expression a mix of pain and resolution. "After the divorce, I swore off relationships. I focused on my work, my friends, and finding peace within myself. I've had flings, but nothing that's ever felt...right."

My heart ached for him, understanding the weight of his words all too well. "I know the feeling," I said softly. "The industry can be a lonely place, even when you're surrounded by people."

''Do you mind if i ask why..?'' i slowly asked, curious about how could a woman do not love a man like him, but i knew that sometimes love is not enough.

Keanu took a moment before responding, his gaze never leaving the horizon. "She didn't share my passion for the quiet moments, the simplicity of life. She was drawn to the spotlight, the glamour. In the end, it was all just a show for her." He turned to me, his eyes searching mine.

I reached out and placed my hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Sometimes, we think we've found our rhythm with someone, only to realize it's just a mirage," I said, my voice filled with empathy. "But that doesn't mean the music has to stop playing for us."

He looked down at our joined hands, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "And what's your story, Rihanna? What brought you to this gala, to me?"

I took a deep breath, the night air tasting of salt and the faint scent of jasmine. "I've been on a journey, trying to find meaning beyond the music," I confessed. "I've seen the world, felt the love of millions, but sometimes it's the quiet moments that feel the most empty."

SUMMARY^1: Rihanna and Keanu bond over their shared feelings of loneliness in the spotlight. Keanu opens up about his past marriage and the lack of authenticity he felt with his ex-wife. Rihanna empathizes and shares her own quest for meaning beyond her music career, revealing that she too experiences emptiness amidst the grandeur of fame.

Keanu nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're not alone in that," he said, his voice a comforting bass line to the symphony of the waves. "Fame has a way of isolating you, even when you're surrounded by fans and friends."

The wind picked up, playing with the fabric of my dress and bringing with it the scent of the ocean. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, as if the very essence of the night was calming my soul. "I've been trying to find myself again," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "To remember who I was before the lights and the cameras."

Keanu reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch feather-light yet charged with a current that made my skin tingle. '' i understand you'' he whispered.

We sat there in silence for a few moments, the symphony of the waves below providing the perfect backdrop for our shared solitude. It was as if we had known each other for years, the ease of our conversation a testament to the depth of our connection.

"You know," I began, my voice a soft melody against the night, "I've always admired your work. There's something about your presence on screen that feels so... authentic."

Keanu chuckled, the sound as warm as the whiskey he'd been sipping. "Authenticity is a luxury in this business. But it's the quiet moments, the ones without the cameras, that truly define us." He took a sip, his gaze never leaving the horizon. "What do you do when you're not lighting up the stage?"

I leaned back in my chair, considering his question.

"When I'm not performing, I'm usually creating," I said, my eyes drifting to the stars that twinkled above us. "Songwriting, reading, cooking... I try to keep my soul fed with the beauty of the world."

Keanu nodded, his gaze lingering on my face. "It's important to have those personal passions," he agreed. "They keep us grounded."

The breeze picked up, carrying with it the sound of distant laughter and the distant throb of the city's heartbeat. I shivered, and without a word, Keanu removed his tuxedo jacket and draped it around my shoulders. The warmth of his embrace lingered in the fabric, and I felt a sudden sense of belonging, as if I had found a piece of myself that I hadn't even known was missing.

"Thank you," I murmured, feeling the weight of his jacket like a shield against the cool night air.

I found myself leaning closer to him, drawn by his warmth and the gentle timbre of his voice. His eyes searched mine, and I could see the curiosity, the yearning for something real in their depths. I knew the risks of getting involved with someone in the public eye, but in that moment, all I could think about was the possibility of finding someone to fell loved and desired again.

With a sudden boldness, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, the taste of whiskey and the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the salt of the ocean breeze. The kiss was tender and sweet, a promise of what could be between us. Keanu's hand moved to the back of my neck, his touch firm yet gentle, as he deepened the kiss, his passion unfurling like a flower in the sun.

he pulled me onto his lap and our bodies melted into one, my heart pounding in sync with the waves.

his tongue was amazing, it was like he knew all the right spots to touch and all the right ways to move it. I felt like i was melting into him, like we were two pieces of chocolate in the sun. His hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. I moaned into his mouth, unable to control the passion that was building inside of me. The kiss grew more intense, and i felt my desire for him reaching a crescendo. I rub my hands in his chest, lowering it to his abs, feeling the firmness and the heat that came from his body.

Keanu's hand slid down to the small of my back, pulling me closer, as if trying to erase any space that remained between us. His other hand found its way to my face, cupping my cheek as he angled my head to deepen the kiss even further. I could feel the beat of his heart, fast and strong, echoing the rhythm of my own. His touch was intoxicating, a symphony of sensation that I never wanted to end. I could feel him hard below me, and the realization sent a thrill through my body.

Breaking the kiss, I leaned my forehead against his, panting softly. "Keanu," I whispered, his name a question and a declaration all at once.

He brushed his thumb across my cheek, the pad of his finger lingering on the corner of my mouth. "What is it?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I'm just... I'm surprised," I confessed. "This isn't what I expected from tonight."

Keanu chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Neither did I," he admitted. "But I can't say I'm disappointed."

"I need you right now" i say out of breath, my eyes searching his.

Keanu's smile grew, and he brushed his nose against mine, his breath warm against my skin. "I'm right here," he assured me. His hand slid down my back, sending shivers down my spine, and he stood up, lifting me with him. The strength in his arms was surprising, yet comforting. He walked us back into the apartment, closing the terrace door gently behind us.

The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting a warm, intimate light across the space. He set me down on the plush sofa, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the electricity between us growing stronger by the second. Then, as if we had rehearsed it a thousand times, we fell into a kiss that was as natural as breathing. His hands explored my body with a tender urgency, as if he were trying to memorize every curve and plane. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

The fabric of his shirt gave way, revealing a chest that was just as I had imagined—strong and broad, with a smattering of hair that tickled my fingertips as I traced the contours of his muscles. I could feel the heat of his skin through the material of my dress, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me, skin to skin.

Keanu pulled away for a moment, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he slid the straps of my gown off my shoulders, the silk pooling at my waist. His gaze was hungry, yet respectful, as if he knew that this moment was more than just physical attraction—it was the culmination of a connection that had been building since we first locked eyes across the crowded room.

He leaned in, his lips tracing a path down my neck, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My heart raced, the anticipation of what was to come making my knees weak. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, and I arched into his touch, a gasp escaping my lips.

The zipper of my dress whispered as it slid down, and the fabric slipped away, revealing my black lace lingerie. Keanu's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. He kissed me again, his tongue demanding entry, and I eagerly granted it, our tongues dancing together in a passionate tango.

He gently pushed me back onto the sofa, his hands never leaving my body. His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in its wake. His thumbs hooked into the lace of my lingerie, and with a deft motion, he peeled it away, revealing my naked breasts to the warm air. He took one in his mouth, suckling gently at first, then with increasing pressure, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned his name, my fingers tangling in his hair as I held him to me. i smirk to him seen that he couldnt take his eyes of me.

His hands slid down my body, tracing the curves of my waist before coming to rest on the top of my thighs. He pushed my legs apart, and with a gentle yet firm touch, he slid my panties down, exposing me completely to him. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of my bare, wet pussy. He kissed me deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements I knew he was about to make with his mouth. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body quivering with need.

Keanu knelt before me, his eyes never leaving mine as he positioned himself between my legs. He placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, his breath hot against my skin. I shivered in anticipation, my body already begging for more. He kissed his way up to my center, and I felt his warm breath against my sensitive folds. His tongue darted out, licking me tentatively, testing my reaction. My hips bucked upwards, and a moan of pure pleasure escaped my lips.

He took that as an invitation, and his mouth closed over me, his tongue exploring every inch of my pussy with a hunger that made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. He licked and sucked my clit, his beard scraping against my thighs in a deliciously rough way that only added to the sensation. His hands held my hips down, keeping me in place as he feasted on me.

I could feel an orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was more intense than anything I had ever experienced. My moans grew louder, echoing through the quiet apartment. Keanu's movements grew more urgent, his tongue flicking faster, pressing harder. And then, just as I was about to fall over the edge, he stopped, his breath hot against my skin.

He looked up at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He reached for his belt, but before he could even unbuckle it, I placed my hand over his, stopping him. He raised an eyebrow in question, and I simply smiled, taking over.

With trembling hands, I undid the buckle, the clink of the metal echoing in the quiet room. His eyes never left mine as I carefully unbuttoned his pants, the anticipation building with each inch of skin revealed. The zipper slid down with a hiss, and I took a moment to appreciate the power of the man before me. His erection was straining against the fabric of his boxers, and I felt a thrill of desire run through me. he was big and thick, and i couldnt wait to have him inside me.

With a gentle tug, I freed him from his confines, and he sprang forth, proud and demanding. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the heat and weight of his cock, marveling at the velvety softness of his skin. He groaned, his eyes closing for a brief moment, before he looked at me again, his pupils wide with desire. I leaned in, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him, and took him in my mouth, eager to return the pleasure he had given me.

His taste was intoxicating, a mix of his cologne and his own natural scent, and I licked and sucked him with an enthusiasm that was only fueled by his soft curses and the way his hips rocked into my face. His hands found their way into my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper, the tip of his cock brushing the back of my throat. The sound of his pleasure was like music to my ears, and I felt my own arousal spike even higher.

But Keanu was not a man to be fully satisfied with just receiving, and before long, he was gently pulling me up, kissing me deeply as he positioned himself between my legs. He pushed into me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I threw my head back, my eyes closing involuntarily as I moaned with pleasure and pain.

''tell me if i hurt you, baby'' he said looking to my eyes.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "You don't," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Keanu, don't stop."

He didn't need any further encouragement. With a low groan, he began to move, his hips setting a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. He was gentle at first, his strokes long and slow, allowing me to adjust to his size. But as our bodies found their rhythm, the tempo grew faster, more intense. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back as the waves of pleasure grew stronger. His hands were everywhere, caressing my breasts, my hips, my ass, his fingers sliding in and out of me alongside his cock, adding to the symphony of sensations that had taken over my body.

"ride me'' he stopped and pushed me on his lap.

I straddled him, eager to take control, my knees pressing into the soft cushions of the sofa. Keanu's hands gripped my hips as I began to move, my pussy sliding up and down his length. His eyes were locked on mine while he sucked my left breast, the intensity of his gaze making me feel like I was the only woman in the world. The sensation of being so utterly desired was intoxicating, and I moved faster, chasing the orgasm that was just out of reach.

Our bodies became one, moving in a dance that was both fierce and tender. His cock filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way, and each time I took him in, I felt like I was coming home. His thumb found my clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts, the pressure building until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Fuck, Rihanna, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice a low growl in my ear. "So tight, so perfect." His words were like a match to my desire, igniting a fire that had been smoldering all night. "You're fucking amazing."

The sensation was overwhelming, my body tightening around him as I took him in deeper with each stroke. I leaned back, arching my spine, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. The feeling of him filling me, his thumb circling my clit, was almost too much to bear. "Keanu," I moaned, my voice trembling. "I'm gonna come."

He groaned in response, his own pleasure clear in the tension of his body. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you come apart."

I did as he asked, my body obeying the command as if it were a sweet melody. I threw my head back and let out a scream of pure pleasure as my orgasm washed over me, my pussy clenching around his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me. Keanu's grip tightened on my hips, his own release following closely behind, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he filled me with his warmth.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our breaths mingling in the space between us, our bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways. Then, slowly, gently, he leaned back, taking me with him so that we were lying on the sofa, our limbs tangled together. He kissed me softly, his tongue sliding against mine, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the aftermath of our passion.

We lay there, the candles flickering in the background, casting shadows across his face. His eyes searched mine, and I knew he was looking for something, trying to understand what this meant for us. I didn't have the answers, but I knew that I didn't want this to be a fleeting moment, a one-night stand that we'd both forget by morning. I wanted more.

I slid off his lap, my legs feeling like jelly as I stood before him. He watched me, his gaze never leaving my body, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with our combined arousal. I stepped away from the sofa, my dress pooled at my feet, leaving me naked and exposed. I didn't feel self-conscious; with Keanu, I felt seen in a way that I hadn't with anyone else.

He stood, his eyes never leaving mine, and led me to the bedroom. The soft carpet felt like a luxurious cloud beneath my bare feet, and the low light from the candles cast a warm glow over the room. The bed was massive, the covers thrown back to reveal crisp white sheets that beckoned to us.

Keanu reached for me, pulling me into his arms once more. Our kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as we slowly made our way to the bed. He laid me down, his body hovering over mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His mouth traveled down my body, kissing and licking every inch of my skin, as if he couldn't get enough of me.

I felt alive, more alive than I had in years. Each kiss, each touch, was like a note in a song that was being written just for us. The way his teeth grazed my nipples, the way his tongue traced the curves of my belly, it was all part of a melody that I never wanted to end.

[mieczyslawn]

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[slytherinqueen123]

hear me out.

love the way you lie is so breath mints and battle scars dramione coded.

[chadwickbosemanfanfic]

Please note that this is NOT to disrespect Chadwick Boseman in anyway. This is strictly fanfic. If you are concerned with fanfic after his passing, I totally understand and suggest that you do not read this post. Again, it is strictly fanfic.

Synopsis: So much can happen when the cameras are gone. Rihanna has known about an article where Chadwick Boseman mentioned her. When the two finally run into one another a year after the publication, they share a moment in time that becomes a secret they’ll never forget.

THEIR SECRET (2/3)

The First Night

QUICK RECAP (Their Secret 1/3) —

… He stood to meet her embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His slipped around her waist. The stilettos gave her the height to mold into him perfectly. They felt each other exhale against the contact. “Spend a night with me,” now it was a question, whispered in his right ear before she pulled back.

“One night sounds impossible,” his eyes lowered on her as her face came into view.

“Then we can make it two. See you in five,” she didn’t wait for a reply. She smiled slightly, sashaying toward the private lounge exit.

The image of her lingered long after she was gone. Including the scent of her perfume. A part of him felt distant from the moment as if he was only imagining it. Uncertain. Conflicted. He contemplated, taking one last look towards the exit.

He flagged down the bartender to cancel the order of drinks. Closed his tab. Headed for the exit, fishing out the phone vibrating in his pocket. Read the screen. Slid the bar to the right, placing the phone to his ear.

“Pops, how are you?”

“Blessed, son. How are you? Sounds like something’s going on?”

“Your timing,” he shook his head. “Facing somewhat of a dilemma,”

“Talk to me,”

Stepping outside of the lounge, he eased up his hood to conceal himself for as much and as long as he could. He spotted the opening elevators and a growing crowd. He hung back.

“I, uh,” he knew his father was a straight shooter. No need in beating around the bush. “I’m considering spending the night with someone I’ve been intrigued by for years. Someone other than Simone.”

“Her name?”

“Out of discretion for her, I—,”

“No, no, I understand. Is this a fan?”

He thought about it. “Not exactly. You know I would never exploit a fan,” he pretended to be interested in a stand of newspapers, waiting for pockets of people to disperse in separate elevators.

“Well, you have more to think about in regards to the long-term girlfriend who may very well become your wife,”

“Which makes this a confession,” he lowered his head down on the newspaper as a crowd strolled by. “Before committing the crime.”

“Son, you are a man of integrity and I have known you to be nothing less. Don’t let the overnight fame get you in something you can’t get out of. We are honorable men and I don’t expect you to compromise that with some woman you’ve met, whom you don’t see a future with.”

Chadwick offered only silence, clinging to the word future. He and his father both knew how fickle that word meant now.

“Chad, are you there?”

“I’ve been on the straight-and-narrow my entire life. Give or take a few growing pains,” he paused. “Life has seemed to give up on me before I’m ready to give up on it.”

“I know where this is going,” his father exhaled. “This is not the kind of decision you should make under these circumstances. You’re one of the most disciplined, admirable men I know, Son. There ain’t no need in me preaching about what you should and should not do as I know this is not how you have ever navigated life. All I offer is that you be safe. Not just for yourself but also for her and the permanent people in your life before and after your last breath. And ain’t no need in overthinking about that either. Our legacy are the lives that we touch, which I know you are well aware. Like you have always done, be mindful of the impression you imprint on others.”

Someone near the elevator appeared to be pointing in his direction. “Thanks, Pops, I gotta go.”

“Be safe, Son.”

Chadwick placed the newspaper calmly and neatly before making a smooth break in the opposite direction. He cut a corner in search of an alternative route, opting for the grand staircase in the distance.

***

Chadwick approached the door, lowering his hood. Just as he was about to knock with an opposite hand, the door swung open. His eyes lowered with his fist, a relaxed gaze taking in every inch of her.

“Boseman,”

He smiled.

“How many autographs did it cost you to make it here?”

“None,”

“Ah, stealth,” she glanced over her shoulder. “That’s to be expected. And you made it on time,” her eyes appreciated the slight nervousness in his, “It cost me about 20,” she flashed her manicured fingers, bucking her eyes to exaggerate her statement and to lighten the mood. “A cute family of four nearly followed me here. But, of course, security,” she stepped forward, gripping his arms to adjust him slightly. She popped her head out into the hallway. Waved. Behind dark shades, the guard only offered a nod. She pulled back and eyed Chadwick. “No worries, he minds his business and is quite harmless,” she stepped back, looking him from head-to-toe and back up again. “You smell like I thought you would.”

His laugh was more of a grunt out of surprise just as she slipped her palm in his, guiding him inside.

“Mind if I take your jacket,” she turned to face him, releasing his hand, missing its firmness and warmth. She watched him bring the pullover past his head down to be folded neatly in his hands. She admired the length of his fingers and the visible veins with his movements. His nails were full and clean. She stopped his hands from folding. “Relax,” she winked, taking the pullover to toss it beside them. It unfolded as it landed on a chair. She stepped further inside the room. He followed.

“Sometimes, I schedule getaways. Staycations for me to just relax,” she looked over her shoulder to meet his gaze. “To silence the noise.” When he came to a stop, so did she. “Someone on your mind?”

He took a step aside. “There’s a lot on my mind,”

“That’s not what I asked you,”

“Well, of course. But I’m here… with you.”

She smiled, extending her hand. “Then be fully present and join me.”

Her palm was soft, cool. Taking small steps behind her, his eyes traced the neck tattoo hidden beneath curls. He slowed them down, tugging at her hand for her to shift and mold into him. He inhaled, drawing in her fragrance. Subtle. Feminine. Sexy. She felt his chest rise against her back and relax when he exhaled. There was always something mysterious about him. Concealed emotions that she felt now through his touch. It was this thought that made her feel sexy against him.

She cut her eyes over her shoulder, letting him get a glimpse of her consent before his lips came near her left ear. To her surprise, he didn’t say anything. At least not with words. She felt a small kiss. Then, another on her neck. Lower. She didn’t feel his hand leave hers but felt his finger brush away curls cascading from her ponytail. His lips brushed against the back of her neck, making her eyes close. She tried to keep her breathing steady. His kisses were patient, much like his hands. She felt strong fingers intertwine with hers. She relaxed against him completely, happy she decided to keep on her heels. She maneuvered a little against his pelvis, satisfied when she heard him draw in a breath. Suddenly, she felt his warmth disappear.

She opened her eyes, feeling a little disappointed as his fingers slipped from hers. She watched him head towards the phone, stopping himself to take in the view.

“All of this on the third floor?”

“A hidden gem,” she smiled. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted champagne. I don’t think I would have made it up with two bar glasses. I’ll order a bottle,”

She stepped forward, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re nervous?”

“Not exactly,”

“Prove it,” she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. She adjusted her stance under his gaze, playfully rolling her eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

For the first time, watching her closely, he realized she was nervous too.

He smiled, assessing their surroundings. “We can enjoy this together and still respect those we are with,”

“Pardon me,”

“I know you’re with ASAP,”

“We are merely dating,”

“I have a feeling there’s something more there than you’re willing to admit in this moment,”

She felt exposed.

“No judgment, of course,” it was his turn to extend his hand. “Tell me what you want.” … to be continued.

[prettymfwrites]

I need suggestions on who I should write about nextttt

I started writing about Beyonce and Rihanna but idk if y'all would want that 👀

Let me know!

[swifkrm]

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[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

AxZ Week Day 7: Umbrella

@senshixshitennouweeks

Rain.

So many things that people connected with the rain.

Some people saw it as something depressing. An ill omen and a spoiler of plans. What simple lives they must lead.

Rain could replenish the land, inspire paintings and atmosphere for movies.

Though some inspiration could be welcome now.

Zee drummed absentmindedly on the piano, trying to capture the quickening drip-drip-drop of rain. If he was ever stuck on a composition, he would sometimes open the window and play to the sounds outside. The bustle of the city, the sound of the wind, maybe a bird song he could use for rhythm if he was lucky.

Right now, though, it sounded more like chopsticks being played for the first time with one hand tied behind his back. A sure sign that he was just plain stuck.

A green eye flitted over to the couch.

Ami sat on the couch, her expression similar to what he felt, as she stared down at the book in her hands.

“How goes the studying?” he said, his finger landing heavily on the b-flat key.

Ami looked up and heaved a sigh so heavy it would need a forklift.

“This is horrible,” she said, holding up the book. Chariots of the Gods? Unsolved Mysteries of the Past read the cover.

“Ah,” Zee said, nodding. The old ‘pyramids built by aliens’ angst.

“It’s bad enough that most of it is based on speculation,” Ami continued, “but then he says that black people were an alien experiment!”

“If he only knew,” Zee said.

Considering that any and all remnants of the Golden Kingdom and Silver Millennium were by now dust, and that little if any of what the two of them remembered had no pyramids to speak of, he could see how the scholarly love of his life found that particular work so frustrating.

“I think we need a break,” she said, putting the book down and rising from the couch.

Zee smiled and closed the lid on his piano.

“I think I’ve got a pastime that will really shake out the cobwebs,” he said, heading for his room.

He returned with a portable boombox that had seen better days.

“Don’t bother taking your umbrella,” he said.

Ami frowned.

“And why wouldn’t I need my umbrella?”

“My sister and I used to do this all the time,” he said, as the two made their way to the elevator and Ami pushed the ‘down’ button, “trust me.”

When they had walked out the front door of Zee’s apartment building, he sat the boombox down and hit the play button. The voice of Rihanna began to beat from the speakers as Zee dashed out into the rain.

You have my heart

Zee grabbed her hand and sprinted out into the falling water. In her mind, Ami knew running would make the two of them more wet than if they just stood still, but the energy Zee was giving off was infectious. In spite of herself, Ami found herself laughing.

And we'll never be worlds apart

Puddles exploded under their feet as they jumped and stomped in them.

Maybe in magazines, But you'll still be my star

Zee took her in his arms and spun, their movements becoming some sort of off-kilter dance.

Baby, 'cause in the dark, You can't see shiny cars

Memories sprang into Ami’s mind; memories of the first time on Earth back when it was new; of seeing rain for the first time and the feeling of wonder it created. And for a brief moment she pondered if this was how the princess of Mercury felt all those millennia ago.

And that's when you need me there

Musical notes filled Zee’s mind and a story to go with it. A girl made of rain drops and the blessed calm she brought. But the worry of whether he would be able to remember it later was paltry compared to the beauty in his arms.

With you I'll always share

The rain seemed to speed up, but neither party cared, too wrapped up in having their fun. Soon, frustrations and boredom evaporated, replaced by the euphoria of simple pleasures.

Because

The warmth of their skin under the chill of the rain.

When the sun shines, we'll shine together

A young man and woman, barely done with being a boy and a girl.

Told you I'll be here forever

Minds racing with emotions.

Said I'll always be your friend

Invigorated by the seasonal rain.

Took an oath, Imma stick it out to the end

Troubles past and present far away.

Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other

And only the now, in this moment of fun, holding each other, dancing to the sound of an old Rihanna song, mattered, as the two leaned in for a kiss.

You can stand under my umbrella

They’d probably be sneezing and stuffed up by the next day. But between the two of them, who needed an umbrella?

You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

[l-e-e-woso]

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[doylldonmagar]

People shouldn't write fanfics about real people. Maybe this is just me, but it feels like it allows people so much liberty with other people's lives. Like I wouldn't want to find out someone was writing some kind of dead dove NSFW story about me.

[dynaloy]

Master list

❤️‍🔥| Fanfics

Destino- Park Jimin x black woman Sinopse: Sky começɑ ɑ trɑbɑlhɑr em um renomɑdo hospitɑl em que Dr. Park, um médico lindo, insuportάvel e irritɑnte tɑmbém trɑbɑlhɑ. ɑ cɑdɑ diɑ que pɑssɑ, é mɑis difícil lidɑr um com o outro ɑté que um certo diɑ eles ɑcɑbɑm tendo umɑ sessα̃o quente nɑ sɑlɑ de suprimentos.

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Secret Melody - Rihanna x keanu Reeves Synopsis: Rihanna's performance at the Harmony Hearts Gala is interrupted by an unexpected guest, Keanu Reeves, who is visibly moved by her song. Their eyes meet, and the connection is palpable. The night culminates in a passionate encounter that leaves them both questioning their feelings and the possibility of a relationship outside the glitz and glamour of their celebrity lives.

Chapter 1

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• Presente de Aniversario - Kim yugyeom Sinopse: Na qual o maknae recebe um presente de Aniversario que ele nunca vai esquecer.

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• Estou aqui com voce - Chishiya x reader

Sinopse: Na qual o Chishiya te consola após você ser assediada ao voltar para casa.

[randofanficrecs]

Louis Vuitton Shades by orphan_account

Fandom: Rihanna (Musician), dane dehaan - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dane DeHaan, Rihanna Fenty Additional Tags: this is just a friendship fic, i may have exaggerated their lifestyles lmao, dane and rih also have special diva magic, this is sooooooo ooc, this could be a crack fic Summary: dane shares some diva antics with rihanna and have some buddy bonding time on the beach

[mieczyslawn]

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[therealdealvicomte]

listen i love being back into phantom of the opera and unearthing the worldly delights of the fandom circa 2014-2016, but jesus christ the abhorrently bad humor posts i made are fucking HAUNTING me. i would delete the posts (and blogs) in question if I wasn't absolutely hell bound abt preserving the past.

[pascaloverx]

HAUNTED (+18)

Summary: You awaken from a two-year coma to find that Detective Lois has been eagerly awaiting your recovery, believing you might have witnessed something crucial to catching a serial killer. What you didn’t expect is to learn that she suspects your doctor of being the murderer—and even more shockingly, it appears that you are married to him. Now, you must uncover your lost memories and find out who Charlie Mayhew truly is to you.

Author's Note: Yes, I'm writing another fanfic featuring Nicholas Alexander Chavez’s character from Grotesquerie. The characters belong to the universe created by Ryan Murphy in the series Grotesquerie (2024). This fanfic will include violence, strong language, and adult content. It will portray the character Charlie Mayhew as a doctor. I hope you enjoy the fanfic, but there's nothing certain about its future. If you like this fanfic, please interact, leave comments. This author will be grateful for any interaction. Minors should not interact with this chapter, be warned.

THREE

© credits for the owners of the pictures used. they don't belong to me. credit is not mine for the pictures.

FOUR (+18)

Days passed, with you avoiding Charlie as if he were a disease. The truth was that his mere presence already unsettled your mind. You needed these days to reflect, allowing yourself to leave the guest room only when he was at work, taking your meals in secret. Mary helped you avoid your husband, though she always advised you to talk to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, here you were—facing Dr. Charlie Mayhew while he used an exercise bike, wearing a tank top that revealed his strong arms. Sweat glistened on his body, an almost provocative scene. "What are you plotting, Dr. Mayhew?" you said aloud, watching him exercise in the middle of the house. He was doing it on purpose—obviously.

"I see you've returned to calling me Doctor—such progress. If you must know, I’m simply enjoying my day off. Exercising to keep my body in shape, the very same body that once greatly satisfied my wife. You know, the one who now seems to prefer ignoring me over taking advantage of it..." he says playfully, as if trying to seduce you while also grumbling.

"Your body? Is that how you plan to get my attention?" you say, feigning indifference, as though his attempt to distract you with his physique is failing—though, in truth, it’s working all too well. You remain standing in front of the guest room door, dressed in your nightgown, noticing that neither Mary nor Ed is anywhere to be seen. Charlie, still pedaling on the exercise bike, has his back to you, his posture emphasizing his toned rear, which you can’t help but eye almost hungrily.

"It used to work, I’ll admit I’m resorting to extremes. And just so you know, Mary and Ed are off today. It’ll be just you and me the entire day. In case you were planning to hide away like a frightened little mouse," Charlie says as he steps off the bike, approaching you while using a small towel to wipe the sweat from his body.

"You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Is our marriage now about disrespecting each other’s personal space?" you ask, slightly irritated, nearly pouncing on him in your frustration.

"What marriage, mi amor? You see me as an enemy, as the villain in your story, not as your husband." Suddenly, the air grows heavier as you stand mere inches apart, your eyes locked on each other, the tension between you almost tangible.

"Are you asking for a divorce, dear husband?" you ask softly, your voice calm. Charlie's breath brushes against your face, the scent of his sweat acting like an aphrodisiac, stirring something deep within you.

"What other option do we have? Stay married while playing cat and mouse? You avoid me, and I pretend it doesn’t affect me? Will you spend the rest of your life thinking your husband is a monster and hiding from him? All of these options are a waste of time and emotional energy," Charlie speaks so rationally, though his expression betrays his words. It’s as if he’s daring you to consider the possibility of ending it all.

"It feels like we’re just going in circles around each other," you murmur, exhaling a heavy breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You close your eyes slowly, feeling the weight of what ending your marriage would truly mean. It’s a thought that has crossed your mind before, yet there’s an ache in your chest at the idea of stepping out of Charlie’s life for good.

"Tell me honestly, would you feel at peace if I left? If I were no longer your husband?" he asks, stepping closer, his tongue slowly wetting his lips. It’s almost as if he’s testing your reaction to his proximity, studying your every move.

"There will be no peace for me until I truly know who I am," you reply, locking eyes with him, though now with a growing desire stirring within you. Your hand grazes his muscled arm, sending a visible shiver through him. He leans in closer, tilting his head as if seeking permission in your gaze. Slowly, deliberately, he tugs down the neckline of your nightgown just enough to bare your shoulder, his eyes darkening as he watches your response.

"And until you remember who you are, will I need to quit my job and dismiss Mary and Ed just to have a proper conversation with you?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his gaze flicking to you from the corner of his eye as if gauging your reaction. A shiver courses through you, but your fingers find their way to his damp hair, gently caressing it.

Charlie's kisses trail from your shoulder to your neck, his warm breath brushing against your skin, sending a cascade of sensations through you. "So you admit you orchestrated this to force me to interact with you?" you manage to ask, though your focus falters with every brush of his lips. When his mouth lingers near your jawline, you realize rational thought is slipping away, overtaken by the pull of what you're feeling.

"I admit it—I wanted you with no distractions, no escape. I was desperate," he confesses, his voice low and laced with vulnerability. His lips travel softly over your cheek, grazing the bridge of your nose and the corners of your eyes, each kiss more tender than the last. His hands, warm and deliberate, trace the curve of your body, sliding your nightgown higher with a slow, intoxicating purpose, as if savoring every inch of contact.

His hands grip your thighs tightly as he slowly pulls them away from your face as if he's analyzing your reactions. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't dreamed about this exact moment the entire time you were unconscious. However, if you're not comfortable, we can call it a day. As long as you don't ignore me again, that will be enough for me," Charlie speaks as if he were holding himself back from exploding with desperate to have you. He rests his head on your shoulder, looking up, his expression seemed like the perfect mix of lust and insecurity. At that moment something awakened in you, the notion that he might actually be sincere, at least about his desire to have you.

"You settle for so little," you mutter, waiting for a reaction from him. Charlie then lifts his head, staring at you for a few moments. His fingers caress your face with a certain firmness, passing his fingers under your lips. At some point his thumb slipped between your lips and you bit it lightly, then sucked on Charlie's finger as you stared at him.

"You're playing with fire, mi amor," Charlie says, kissing the corner of your mouth, as if he were teasing you. You turn off any inhibitions that would keep you from attacking Charlie's lips. Honestly, whether or not he is who Detective Lois is looking for doesn't really matter at this point. Your soul seems to be thirsting for Charlie Mayhew's presence, not just near you but within you.

"Burn me with your fire, Dr. Mayhew," you whisper. Charlie's eyes grow dark, his lips attack yours in a fervent, messy kiss. He sucks on your tongue as he tightens his arms around your waist. The kiss almost takes your breath away but leaves you so hot. You use your hands to grope his chest, while you cling to him. The kiss breaks as Charlie starts to kiss your neck passionately, nibbling your skin while his hands start to caress your breasts through your nightgown. At first, the gentle way his fingers played with your nipples through your nightgown sent a shiver down your spine. He seemed to grow impatient, as if he wanted to feel your skin against his immediately. Then he lifted you up with his arms, making you put your legs around his waist and hold on tight to his shoulders so you wouldn't fall. He placed you under the kitchen counter, placing his body between your legs. Quickly, he began to take off the nightgown you were wearing.

"See my beautiful wife, naked beneath her nightgown as if she knew I would be extremely pleased to see her like that," Charlie speaks as he runs his fingers over your naked body, ending up holding your ass with both of his hands, squeezing it tightly as he brings you closer to him. You who are studying every detail to memorize Charlie Mayhew's touch and taste. You pull his hair back, holding the strands firmly, going hungrily to Charlie's lips and kissing him. He bites your lip as he tries to match your pace during the kiss. You take your hands out of his hair, and start to pull down his shorts and underwear.

"I see that my wonderful husband was really right when he said I should take advantage of his body," you teases him as she watches his cock spring out of his underwear. Charlie gives you a kiss, as he moves towards you, using his hands that are no longer on your ass, to spread your legs wider. As his tongue explores not only your mouth but also your neck, his fingers enter you without hesitation. His fingers, going in and out quite quickly while your pussy squeezed them, you ended up moaning from the pleasure of feeling the pressure of his fingers in your pussy.

"An eternity could pass, but being inside you will still be the best feeling of my life," he murmurs, gently biting your ear while talking against it, giving you goosebumps. You then grab his hand before he can put his fingers inside you again, and with a thirsty look, you try to tell him that you want his cock. He then holds your thighs firmly, separating your legs with precision and then thrusts his erect cock inside you. You let out a loud moan, the feeling of him fucking you is something you weren't prepared to feel. He kisses your lips softly as he slowly thrusts his cock in your pussy that is already wet. You hold on to him as you feel him move in and out of you faster and faster.

For a moment it was as if an animalistic instinct took over him. You close your eyes tightly, reveling in the feeling of being taken by him, while your nails scratch every possible part of his body. For a moment, you drag your ass forward to increase the proximity of your body to Charlie's. He seems to want to see your face, moving your hair away from your face and pulling your face with his hand, kissing your lips once more. However, his hand goes down to your neck and and hold it there firmly. For some reason, the feeling of being lightly suffocated by him feels extremely satisfying. The more he pressed his hand against your neck, the more horny you became for him.

You were so wet that his cock was fitting perfectly inside your pussy, the synchronization of your bodies was almost surreal. Your only regret was not ripping off the damn tank top Charlie is wearing. With each thrust you feel yourself getting close to cumming, feeling your breath leaving you as he squeezes your neck in a strong way, taking you to the limit. You grind on Charlie's cock, making him groan heavily as he cums inside you. Even so, he continues to thrust his cock inside you while your pussy is sensitive from feeling him cum hard, until you cum too.

You two are a mess, dirtying the kitchen counter. Charlie lifts your head slowly, kissing every part of your face gently. "I think we should go take a shower wife. What we just did here certainly made us sweaty," Charlie says as he catches his breath after the sex you had. "You'll have to carry me," you inform him, feeling loose in your legs. He kisses your neck and then carries you to the bathroom in your room, where you bathe and have a second round.

Afterward, everything seemed normal. Charlie and you shared your bed again, following a day spent together during his time off, complete with him preparing dinner for the two of you. The next morning, he woke early for work, leaving a kiss on your cheek and informing you that Mary and Ed would be at your service.

You woke up feeling invigorated, determined to seek answers while also embracing the peace that being with Charlie seemed to bring. A few hours later, after getting ready, you set out to visit Detective Tryon. Ed accompanied you there, and you felt no fear of Charlie discovering your visit to Lois, as you had resolved to extend a measure of trust to both of them.

"Mrs. Mayhew, to what do I owe the honor of your visit to my workplace?" Lois asks, lighting a cigarette as she settles into her chair. You find yourself in her office, surrounded by officers, inmates, and suspicious individuals.

"I came here to understand why I am considered a suspect in your investigation," you reply quickly, remaining standing. Detective Tryon looks you up and down before exhaling a puff of smoke, seemingly pondering your words.

"You’ll need to follow me to a room where I can show you the answer to your question," Lois says as she stands, gesturing for you to follow. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you trail behind her as she leads the way to a room at the back of the precinct.

Upon entering the room, you are met with paintings depicting crime scenes, eerily similar to those you had once seen in Charlie Mayhew's office. Each artwork bears the same hauntingly realistic and morbid tone, sending chills down your spine.

"What do these paintings have to do with your suspicions?" you ask, bewildered by the connection between yourself and these brutally realistic depictions of crime.

"Well, Mrs. Mayhew," Detective Tryon begins, her tone grave, "I must inform you that these paintings are of your authorship. Not only that, but you need to understand that they depict actual, unsolved homicide cases. And you painted these works before the murders depicted in them occurred. This has made you a suspect. Moreover, all the victims were, at some point, connected to the hospital where your husband works. Many were even his patients."

Her piercing gaze settles on you, and the weight of her words sends your mind spiraling. You glance at the paintings again, confusion thickening as fragmented memories resurface. Images of your past flit through your mind—your quiet painting room, where you used to work with calm precision. Suddenly, you recall painting the image of one of the murdered women, her lifeless form rendered in vivid detail.

What strikes you as bizarre is that your reference seemed to be a photograph—one that was pinned to a bulletin board in front of you. The realization stirs something deep within, but a sharp pain in your head interrupts your thoughts, slicing through the memory like a blade. Dizzy and disoriented, you close your eyes tightly, the room spinning around you. Detective Tryon calls your name, her cigarette dropping forgotten to the floor as she rushes toward you. But it is too late. Your body goes limp, and you collapse to the ground, succumbing to unconsciousness.

[megamindsecretlair]

Did not have chadwick and Rihanna on my bingo card but I'm with it. Excited to see where this goes!

A great introduction and I love the flirtatious nature in the beginning.

Please note that this is NOT to disrespect Chadwick Boseman in anyway. This is strictly fanfic. If you are concerned with fanfic after his passing, I totally understand and suggest that you do not read this post. Again, it is strictly fanfic.

THEIR SECRET (1/3)

Synopsis: So much can happen when the cameras are gone. Rihanna has known about an article where Chadwick Boseman mentioned her. When the two finally run into one another a year after the publication, they share a moment in time that becomes a secret they’ll never forget.

The Article

The Meeting

The cameras were watching. Paparazzi had no intentions of being discreet. They both knew it. He smiled anyway. When she continued walking, watching her step as she made her way to her driver waiting curbside, he figured she hadn’t noticed him. Then, when she slipped in the car and cut hooded eyes in his direction, he caught the glint in her expression. She smirked, darted her eyes in the direction of the Embassy before catching his eye again. They both knew there was a private lounge there for celebrities where spectators had difficulty breaching. He held her eyes a little longer to be sure. She offered a nod as she rolled up the window.

Chadwick slipped on his shades, pulled his hood further down and lowered his head, watching his step. He noted the paparazzi across the street. The shots taken. He moved quickly to get settled in his own car. Headed for the Embassy.

The Agreement

She entered the lounge after some time had passed. Crossed the room with her calves flexing and the sound of her heels magnifying her presence. When she came to him at the bar, he stood. She paused and her perfume kissed his senses. He wasn’t sure to wait to hug her or not as she fumbled with her purse. In stead, he pulled out a stool and waited for her as she slipped atop while thumbing at her phone and slipping it inside of the oversized Chanel bag. When she finally met his eyes, hers were full. The smile she offered was one reserved for those she admired. “You are just the person I’ve been hoping to bump into to chat a bit,” she adjusted, placing her purse on the hook under the bar.

“Hmm,” he smirked. He pulled his eyes from her and took a seat. She was always his celebrity crush and, without knowing, he was hers. “Glad I was in the right place at the right time,” he scanned her features. The change to her hair. The confidence in her stare. Though, there was an edgy angelic grace about her that blended with the fantasies in his mind. Right now, she primarily had an air of innocence. Though, his mind creeped to her music videos and to her wit when encountering paparazzi.

He cleared his throat to suppress any inappropriate thoughts.

“Theee Chadwick Boseman,” her accent carried his name.

“Robyn Rihanna Fenty,” his smile widened hers. “Whew,” he looked her over again as she did the same to him. While his presence was confident, his expression hinted at an air of nervousness. Or that he was possibly shy? “I’m trying to think straight,” he admitted, laughing.

Her laugh was a flirtatious giggle that was sure of itself. Not over-flattered or dainty but appreciative. He watched her movements. She adjusted in the stool, knees facing him. “Let’s start here,” she extended her hand. She was the only woman who could make him feel like he did now. Hyper aware of himself, overstimulated and feeling every part of his body that he could usually ignore while in public spaces or in front of cameras.

He slipped his hand in her extended one. She embrace it, squeezing and bringing their linked hands down to her knee. She held it there. His eyes glanced downward at their clasped hands as she began talking. Her palm was soft. His was firm and warm.

“The first time I saw you was in Law and Order,” she winked her right eye. “The grey eye was memorable and a bit sexy… in a creepy kind of way,”

He smirked. “Played one out of three Black people who have ever committed a crime and have gotten away with it,”

She laughed. “Two of three—I didn’t realize James Brown was abusive to his wife!” Her hand squeezed his.

He watched her closely. “Complex man,” he nodded. “One of the reasons I nearly pushed back against playing the role.”

Her hand finally released his, but her body shifted in the stool to face him completely as she leaned forward. “You were very, very convincing and appealing as Jackie,”

He chuckled. “One of my favorite experiences on set,”

“The actress—,”

“Nicole Beharie,” he spoke quickly.

Her eyebrow arched. “Amazing chemistry,” it was her turn to eye him carefully. She saw his eyes cut downward and to the left.

“I knew she’d be there. Just one of those things you can feel. We have history. Played in an early movie together,”

“The Express,”

He frowned, mostly surprised. “A lot of people aren’t familiar with my early work. Definitely didn’t think you would be,”

“I read your article as well,” she continued.

He looked unsure. Then, embarrassed. He laughed.

“The one you wrote about August Wilson was a nice read,”

This time, he was fully surprised. “You’ve done your homework,”

“Just really find you fascinating,”

He smiled, lowering his eyes and head slightly.

“So much so that it should be no surprise that I am also aware of the article where there was mention of me. You wanting to approach me during an interview,”

He laughed shyly.

She adored his gaze and felt her body respond to his humbleness. Her shoulders moved in a slight shimmy as she flagged down the bartender. He came quickly. “For the record, you should have been the lead in Unknown Persons,” her eyes cut at Chadwick. “It would have been such a better show,” she said firmly before meeting the gaze of the bartender. The bartender stood before them, hating that he had signed a non-disclosure contract and no-photos policy agreement prior to taking the job.

“This,” the bartender’s mannerisms were flamboyant and excited as he gestured between Rihanna and Chadwick. “You two are so sexy together,” he gasped. “Wait, are you two together?!”

“Daniel, take their order and stop being noisy and nosy,” a talking head popped in from the kitchen. “Our apologies to the both of you.”

They both shook their heads.

“No,”

“It’s fine,”

Chadwick cleared his throat. “May I,” when she nodded, he asked, “What are you in the mood for,”

“Two things. Let’s start with champagne,”

He ordered. She watched him. When the bartender went for the glasses and bottle, she waited until Chadwick’s eyes were back on her to say faintly so not to be heard, “I’m in room 357,”

He nodded.

“Meet me there.” It was not a question. She slipped off the stool and pulled her bag from the hook. He stood to meet her embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His slipped around her waist. The stilettos gave her the height to mold into him perfectly. They felt each other exhale against the contact. “Spend a night with me,” now it was a question, whispered in his right ear before she pulled back.

“One night sounds impossible,” his eyes lowered on her as her face came into view.

“Then we can make it two. See you in five,” she didn’t wait for a reply. She smiled slightly, sashaying toward the private lounge exit.

The First Night

To be continued …