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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.

main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen w/c — 14.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.

warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life

Depressed again Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine Depressed again Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave Angry again No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you Angry again Let me sit alone with the kerosene I don't even care about you ↳ I don't even care about you by Missio

"Hey, doll.”

Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.

Was this heaven?

"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him.

"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.

And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.

James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.

You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.

Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull.

Oh, it felt good.

Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.

He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.

"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.

You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.

"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.

Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.

The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.

It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.

Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.

He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”

"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.

“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”

You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.

You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”

“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.

“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”

James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.

“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”

“I... but how?”

“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.

It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.

“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.

“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”

Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”

“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his.

His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.

Would this be the last time you’d see him?

Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.

You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?

“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”

James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.

There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.

After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.

Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler.

The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.

You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger.

“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.

“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”

You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.

The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.

Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.

The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.

Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain.

A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.

The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep.

You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood.

A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.

The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.

You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.

Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.

The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.

Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.

You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.

“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.

“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.

Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”

Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”

With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.

As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.

As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost.

It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.

As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.

“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.

“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.

Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.

You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.

“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.

“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.

You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.

“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.

You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.

The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.

That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.

“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?

“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.

”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.

“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”

The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did.

”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.

”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”

If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.

“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.

”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”

Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.

It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.

Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”

Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.

It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.

He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.

You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.

Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.

“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”

“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.

“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”

“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.

“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”

Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.

Asshole.

Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.

“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”

Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.

As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.

You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.

Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.

Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.

With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.

You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead.

In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.

“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”

He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.

When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”

You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.

Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.

That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.

Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.

Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life.

Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.

“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling.

It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.

Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.

“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”

Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.

This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.

It started to get much worse.

The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease.

There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha.

Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment.

Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.

The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.

It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back.

The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle.

“Mace.. help me..”

Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.

Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light.

Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you.

You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled.

Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction.

Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.

“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.

“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it.

“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.

“It will. Trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”

Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?

Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.

“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”

“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.

They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.

“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.

“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.

“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.

They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”

Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.

“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.

He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.

“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.

“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table.

Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?

Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.

They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.

“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.

“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them.

Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed.

Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.

“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.

Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.

The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.

Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach.

You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.

Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.”

The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.

“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”

Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?

Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.

They’re not here for a social visit.

Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.

It wasn't real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?

“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.

“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.

Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.

Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much.

While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.

Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.

“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.

“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core.

“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.

Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.

Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you.

“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”

The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”

You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.

The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.

You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.

Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”

You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.

“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.

Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”

“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.

The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.

It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.

Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.

It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.

Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”

You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.

“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”

There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”

“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.

“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.

He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.

Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.

Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.

The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”

Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below.

“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”

“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.

A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.

Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”

“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch.

Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.

“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”

The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.

Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.

Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.

For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.

Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.

It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.

The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.

The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.

Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored.

You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.

The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.

The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.

Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.

“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”

“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.

After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.

“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.

“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you.

“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.

The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.

“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.

You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.

“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.

“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.

The three vultures that remained between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.

Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.

“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.

Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.

“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.

You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more.

The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.

“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.

You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.

Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.

For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”

“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.

Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.

A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.

Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.

“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.

Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?

“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.

Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”

“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.

“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”

Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.

You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.

“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”

Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.

The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.

Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.

Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.

“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.

“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.

“What? She’s a stupid—”

“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.

Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.

But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.

When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.

If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.

Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.

“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.

You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.

You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.

It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.

It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.

“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum.

Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.

The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.

Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.

He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.

“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.

“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.

Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”

There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.

“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.

Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.

You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”

He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.

But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you.

“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need.

“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.

You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?

The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.

“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves.

You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.

“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.

The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.

Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.

This was all you wanted now.

You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.

Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.

Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.

Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”

You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.

“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?

“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.

“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.

You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.

Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”

“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.

The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.

“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right?

Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”

It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”

“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.

You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.

“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?”

Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.

“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick.

You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha.

The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.

Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.

Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it.

The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two.

“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”

Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.”

Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.

Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.

“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue.

You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.

If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.

“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.

“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.

Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together.

Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.

The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.”

“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick.

He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.

Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet.

All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.

“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”

A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.

You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.

“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him.

Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”

Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up.

“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.

“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips.

It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.

“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side.

Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.

“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.

Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”

Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”

“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.

“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.

The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”

Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”

“Why me?”

“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”

Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.

You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.

But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating.

You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.

Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.

Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Part Six

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

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Previous: Part Five

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Curtis

The meeting with Andy went well. After Presley explained what she had done to survive, the girls exchanged numbers and Andy promised he would keep his men looking for Charles Blackwood. We also called the other Kings and let them know what was going on. To say they were upset is an understatement.

Security was beefed up at the house and the school allowed us to set up security. The guards were dressed to blend in like a teacher or an aid so it wouldn’t spook the kids. Everly and Joshua knew who they were, in case anyone approached them, or they had a funny feeling about someone. Joshua was especially vigilant, taking his sister’s hand anytime they had to go somewhere. I was proud of my boy.

It was three months later, and we hadn’t had one incident, which I was thankful for but knew it was only a matter of time. On a beautiful Saturday morning, I woke to Presley pressed up against my groin. Ever since that first night, Presley slept in my bed. Any time I was home, that is where she slept. After putting the kids to bed, Presley would strip for me and I would take her apart, piece by piece, before putting her back together.

It was bliss.

She fit perfectly against my body when she slept, and I fit perfectly inside her when I fucked her. It was like she was made to be my missing puzzle piece, the one thing to make me whole again. As I tightened my grip around her waist, she sighed a happy little sigh, and I knew she wasn’t ready to wake up yet. Unfortunately for her, my cock had other ideas.

I let my fingers skim her skin so she could continue to sleep. They followed the curve of her hip until I was at the edge of the lace panties she pulled on after my shirt. We had to sleep with something on, in case Everly made her way to my room. I let my fingers dip inside her panties and softly stroke her clit. She sighed again and I grinned. My girl was a moderate sleeper, but I had fucked her three times in the night, made her come twice each time before I filled her. I wanted two more because I was greedy bastard. But it made her tired so here we are.

I made my finger slide further down her pussy and slowly sank one finger into her soaking wet heat. She was dreaming of me. She told me once that, before we were together, that she would wake up wet and bothered if she had dreamed about me. That was an ego boost if ever there was one. I slowly moved inside her. She was still feeling tight, no matter how many times I had taken her. She was perfect.

When I hit the soft spot inside her, she moaned softly, her head twisting from the pleasure. She was waking up, but I wanted her to come when she woke. I added another finger and pumped a little bit faster, deeper. I kissed the sensitive flesh under her ear and whispered, ‘come.’ She let up and cried out softly as i felt her pulse around my digits. It was the fucking sexiest sight i had ever seen.

Her eyes flutter open as the aftershocks rocked through her body. “Curtis,” she panted.

“Yes Kitten, I’m right here.” I kept softly stroking her as she moaned. I rolled her to her back and climbed on top of her. My cock was stiff and dribbling and I needed to be inside of her. I rubbed the tip over her sensitive pussy lips and then gently pushed in. Her back bowed as her body accepted me. Christ, it was beautiful to watch.

“Oh, fuck, Curtis, so big,” Presley cried out. Her cries, her moan, her words just make me bigger. I pumped into her slowly, making sure that she was filled with each stroke. Her warmth is intoxicating, heaven, mine.

“Fuck, Kitten, still so tight. No matter how much attention I give this pussy.” Her back bowed at a particularly hard thrust up into her. “You’re amazing, Presley.”

“Curtis,” she cried. Christ, her muscles tightened, she was getting close. “Curtis, please, please let me come. Please baby, I need to.” Tears were escaping her eyes.

“Come Kitten, let your cream out.” I thrusted hard and held myself in her, grinding my pelvis into her clit and she exploded, screaming out a little more than I realized. I kissed her to swallow her cries and then withdrew from her and pumped my hips a few more times before my balls tightened and my spine went ridged. “Fuck, Presley!”

The release was glorious.

As I held my girl a few moments later, stoking her hair as she laid on my chest, she whispered, “I’m going to call the cops for attempted murder.”

“What?”

She looked up at me with a mischievous sparkle. “You, sir, tried to kill me this morning.” Her giggles mixed with the rumble of laughter in my chest filled the warm spring air in my room.

My Kitten has jokes.

Who knew that she should be the one arrested for stealing my heart?

Presley

I never expected my life to be so wonderful.

My life with Curtis and the kids has been everything I had dreamed about a a little girl. The perfect home, the perfect kids, the perfect partner who would do anything to see me protected and loved. Like i was precious to him. Like I was his queen. His equal.

His life.

After the talks with Andy, he agreed to allow Natalia or Natasha as she is known now, to stay with us so that i could have a friend and protector. What I didn’t expect was the reunion between Adam and Natasha.

Adam had a girlfriend when he started to work at Everett Manor. But after Christmas, they split up again. Turns out, his girlfriend was still seeing one of the chefs as his former restaurant. So, she and her daughter went back to New York. Adam promised that he never tell her about me and that he would never allow something like what had happened at the house happen again.

Where does Natasha fit in this? When she fled with me, it essential broke off the secret relationship that had going on. Adam had no idea what had happened to Nat, but with the way my mother was murdered for her role in my escape, he never spoke about it again. He mourned their relationship in secret until he was released.

When they saw each other again, it was out of a movie. Adam pulled her into his arms as she cried for her beloved. It was beautiful. Now, they are rekindling their love, and I couldn’t be happier.

I love spring in Concord. The leaves changing back from a dreary brown to a vibrant green, the indication that new life approached. Josh and Evie had warmed up to the idea of me being more than just a nanny to them. They loved how happy their father was now and it helped me win them over. I decided to treat the kids to a trip to the zoo. They’ve had a lot of babies being born and who doesn't love a baby animals.

Nat and I walked with the two guards assigned to the kids and took lots of pictures. We were able to get in and see the baby monkeys, which Josh thought was amazing. We also got to see the baby elephants. Evie liked that, especially when the baby elephants would trip over their ears. Junk food was eaten, the petting zoo was done, and the kids were having a fabulous time.

As we headed to the exit, with Evie asleep in my arms, I looked around for the car and saw a man staring at us. I froze. “Presley, is everything ok? What’s wrong?” Nat looked at me with deep concern. She began to look around in the direction I had been looking. But it was too late.

“I think I saw Marco in the parking lot,” I whispered.

Nat’s eyes went wide. She picked up the phone to call our head of security as she spoke to the other guards. Marco was Charles’s right hand when he was still with our family. I knew that he had left to learn from other bosses, but I never forgot Marco. He had always been kind to me until the day when Charles assaulted me. He was the one who stood in front of the doors so I couldn’t escape.

“Presley, let’s get you home,” Natasha murmured in my ear. She gripped my elbow and guided me into the SUV, taking Evie from my arms to strap her in. That felt wrong. Removing Evie, my little girl, from my arms. Joshua looked up from his zoo activity book and frowned.

“Presley, are you ok? You're crying.”

I wiped my face and sure enough, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. “I’m fine Josh, I just hurt my arm carrying your sister. I think she is getting ready to grow again and it makes me sad.”

“Dad said that the other day when I had to ask for new baseball pants because they were so short,” he replied. “Says he doesn’t want us to grow anymore but I don’t know how to stop that.”

I let go of a giggle. “No, I don’t suppose you know how to stop it, It just happens.”

Curtis was waiting with Clint at the door when we pulled into the driveway. Laura stepped out just as I was getting Evie out of the car. “I’ll take her,” she said with a squeeze to my hand.

“Thank you, Laura.” I kissed Evie as Josh raced to give his dad a hug.

“I missed you too, bud. Could you go with Laura for a few minutes? Need to talk to Presley about something.”

“My birthday?” Josh’s eyes lit up and Curtis laughed. He pointed inside and Josh scampered after Laura.

He turned to me, and my knees wobbled. He caught me before I could fall. “It’s ok Kitten, I’m right here.” He kissed my head as my body began to shake with sobs. He lifted me into his arms as he nodded for everyone to head in. Before we went into his office, he took me to bathroom. He held me as I calmed. “Let it out sweetheart. You’re safe here.”

“Curtis, I’m so scared.” I gripped his shirt, fisting the collar, hoping that this was just a dream. A horrific nightmare that I would wake up from in Curtis’s arms.

“Jensen already pulled surveillance and is looking it over. Andy had reached out to the other kings to let them know what happened. All of the families will be on high alert.” He took my face in his hands. “Even when you have been crying, you are still the most gorgeous creature on this earth.” He kissed my lips softly before kissing my nose and then my forehead. He reached over to get a wipe from the cupboard and carefully wiped the running makeup from my face. “Better?”

“Yes,” my lips still wobbling. “Curtis...” I whispered.

“I’ve got it handled. Trust me Presley, I’ll do everything in my power.” He cupped my cheek.

Curtis

Its taking everything in me to not lose my shit. This scumbag knew that sending one of his men to scare my Kitten would get a reaction. But it won’t be the one he is looking for. We are seated in my office, Presley curled up in the alcove of the window, lost in her thoughts. I smiled at her then turn back to my staff. “Tell me what happened.”

The head of Presley and the children’s security is a man named Sid Johnson. He’s been a good soldier and rewarded him with this detail. He sat up straighter in his seat before he started to speak. “There was no indication of any threat while we were in the zoo. We never lost sight of Miss Adams or the children. If they went to the bathroom, we stood guard. If we needed to relieve ourselves, we made sure it was one at a time. The kids were not aware of the team until we got here.”

“Ok, so how did this guy get the slip?” I took a sip of the whiskey that had been poured to keep myself calm. I was raging inside but I needed to know the details so I could protect my family.

“I’m not sure. We checked the parking lot before they exited and there was nothing, boss, I swear. When Presley stopped and Natasha called it in, we immediately swept the area, but he had left before we could intercept.”

“Ok,” I studied the men in the room. All of them looked fearful for their lives. Good. But this is not time for my men to fear me. I needed them to be on guard. “Clint, we need new protocol on the kids and for Presley independently. No one in this family goes out alone from here on out. Please integrate Natasha to receive protection as well.”

“Mr. Everett, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Natasha began to protest. I raised my hand to stop her.

“Natasha, you are with Presley almost every moment of every day. If it protects her to add to her detail for you, then that is what will happen. She can’t lose you too. She did that for five years and it almost broke her.” I looked back at Presley, who was staring out the window. “Clint, put a plan together and we’ll reconvene in two days. Until then, I am locking down the family in the home until tomorrow.”

That snapped Presley back. “Curtis...”

I ignored her. “Double security around the compound. Twelve on twelve off for the foreseeable future. Dismissed.” Natasha held back as did Clint. “Yes?”

“I would like to move onto the children’s floor until we find Blackwood or her father and finish this,” Natasha said, conviction in her voice and determination in her eyes.

I looked at Clint, who nodded. “Fine, you can take Presley’s old room. She’s with me.”

Natasha nodded. She left the room and Clint waited until the door was closed. “Boss, neither Giovanni nor Blackwood have been seen in town. I’ve reach out to Nick and the others and no one has seen them. But we can assume they know Presley is in the area.”

“Keep up with the Kings and let me know who i need to call. Thanks Clint.” He nodded and tilted his head at Presley, like he would his queen. Something in my chest tightened but I needed to focus. As soon as we were alone, Presley began to argue but I stopped her. “Kitten, I want you to feel safe. They will be close but still give you your privacy. This is only when you are outside of the compound.”

“But I have plans with Cat, its Joshie’s birthday and...”

“Presley, this is non-negotiable. I promised you would be safe, and this is me keeping that promise.” She turned and stomped out the door. But my heart clenched at the thought of something happening to her. I placed a call to Andy and updated him directly and then went to comfort my girl.

Charles

Finding Amelia in Concord was an accident.

A happy accident but an accident nonetheless. One of my men was visiting a girl he had met in the city and just so happen to see Ameilia with another woman walking through town. I reached out to some of the men imbedded with some of the Kings of Boston and one came back. She was different, hair color and demeaner but he was privy to the information that Amelia Giovanni was now Presley Adams.

I hated that name.

When I questioned my informant, he advised that he was sent on assignment by his boss Curtis Everett and had just met Amelia when he became the head of the detail for Everett's children. Amelia was their nanny but also Everett’s lover.

I destroyed a lot of items in my office that night. Once the alcohol induced rage had left my body and i was able to think again, I needed to set in motion my plan to get her back. Giovanni agreed to fund whatever means necessary to get his daughter back and get her back in line. While I was happy to have his support, I wouldn’t go as far as he wanted to get her submission. That amount of force cost him his wife. I wouldn’t sacrifice Amelia.

At least, not right now.

I had a plan and I was sticking to it. Sending Marco may have been a stupid move but I wanted to see what reaction Everett would have. Knowing that he has my Amelia has been torture. I should have walked in and taken my property. Her father gave her to me, and she is mine.

“Boss, we have our informant on the phone,” Marco said.

“Good, and Marco, great job.” He did exactly what I wanted him to do. I picked up my phone. “Yea?”

“Boss, Everett has increased security around Miss Giovanni and the Everett children. But there has been a development. I am confirming that Miss Romanoff is the same as Miss Romanov. She changed her hair color and eye color, but I can confirm that it is her.”

“Fuck!” That adds a wrinkle to my plan but nothing “I won’t be able to handle. Ok, let me know if Amelia plans on going somewhere public. We’ll adapt.”

“Yes sir.”

I hung up and looked out the window. I wanted to see her. To hear her voice again. To see how much she had grown up from the young naive girl I used to know to the woman I've seen in pictures.

I thirsted for this woman, lusted after her.

She is mine and I will take her back.

A couple of days later, my informant sent a message.

Tomorrow, Grocery store, 10 AM

I contemplated whether it was a good idea to see her in a crowded store on a Saturday. But it would make sense. It would take longer for her security to penetrate through the crowds. It would give me more time. I smiled. “Marco!”

“Boss?”

“It's time we went and visited the future Mrs. Blackwood.”

Presley

“Pres, I want to head to the market to get the stuff for Josh’s cake. I’m taking him with me, but do you guys want to go?” Adam looked over at me and Natasha as we looked up ideas for a Captain America themed party.

I looked up from my computer. “I would love to go. I want to get some ingredients for a tart I saw on Instagram. Nat?”

“I can’t, I need to go back to Newton to check in with Andy and get my updated paperwork.” She frowned. “Sid will be able to cover.”

The paperwork for the legal name changes and identities had taken forever but I finally had official ID and papers saying that I was no longer Amelia Giovanni, and I was now Presley Adams. It was a freeing experience. I mourned a little that I lost the name that mother gave me but at the same time It allowed me more freedom.

“As long as you’re safe sweetheart, I’ll miss you on our shopping trip.” Adam kissed Nat gently, to which I gagged like the annoying adopted sister that i was to them. Nat gave me a smirk while Adam grinned. “Don’t be jealous, Pre. Just because Mr. Everett is out of town on business until tomorrow doesn’t mean you can become a full brat.”

That part made me sad. Curtis has been gone for most of the week at a meeting of the five Kings and their seconds with the head of the Boston families. I thought it was interesting that the head of the five families that made up the suburbs of Boston were called Kings but the actual head of the five families was just called “The Don.” Curtis explained it came from his boss’s roots in the Irish and Italian mafias.

As we arrived at the busy market, i pulled out my phone to check the ingredient list one more time. I just needed some apples and honey. Adam had checked it over and confirmed we had everything else. “This place is a zoo today,” I commented.

“It always is on a Saturday, which is why I usually shop on Fridays but since Josh was on that field trip and had to leave early, I forgot,” Adam said. “Why don’t we split up and get through this faster? I’m going down the baking aisle, you head to produce, and I’ll grade the honey for you. Sid,” he called to my head guard. “I’m taking Josh and Evie will stay with Pres that way we can get out of this faster.”

“Sounds good. Max will stay close to you and I’ll stay with the girls.” He smiled at us. “Ladies,” waiving his arm in the direction of produce. Evie giggled and I took her hand.

“Why are you giggling at Sid, Princess Evie. Do you like Mr. Johnson?” I whispered to her.

She gives me another shy giggle. “He’s handsome, like daddy.” She hides behind my legs to peek at the bodyguard.

“Yes, he is, but don’t tell your daddy, ok? He won’t like his princess growing up.” I laugh as I look over the apples. I find the ones I’m looking for and reach for a bag when I look up and my whole world stops.

He can’t be here.

He’s not supposed to be here.

I grab Evie and pull her behind me. I wouldn’t go down until my child is safe. I look around and Sid is flirting with a girl. I look back to see if he is still there and he’s gone.

“Miss me, Amelia.”

I gasp as i turn around and see Charles Blackwood. He looks the same, his hair combed back and sleek, suit pressed, his tie perfectly knotted. If he didn’t disgust me, I would consider him handsome. His gray blue eyes are sparkling with anticipation as he runs a hand through his dark locks. I finally got my bearings. “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken. I don’t know who Amelia is.”

His laugh is melodic before he snatches my wrist. He saw me going for my panic button. I try to pull away but his grip tightens. “Right, I forgot. Amelia Gionvanni no longer exists. My apologies, Presley. That is really a shame because I preferred Amelia.”

“Let go of me.” I keep Evie behind me but I’m shaking. “Please leave me and my daughter alone.”

His smile turns murderous. “Daughter? Well, it's nice to know you are no longer a virginal bitch any longer,” he whispers. He lets go of my wrist. “I can’t wait to see what you can do Presley.” I press the panic button and he smirks. “I’ll see you real soon. Have a nice day, Presley, Miss Everly.”

“Presley!” I turn to look at Sid who is running towards us and I look back.

Charles Blackwood is gone.

Curtis

I was infuriated.

I cut my meetings in New Hampshire short and cursed the fact that the Don likes to meet away from Boston for all of our protection. I climb the steps to my plane with Clint on my tail. “Get us to Boston,” I barked at the pilot. Thank fuck the man leaves himself on permanent stand by whenever we fly. I don’t allow any of my family to fly commercial any longer. Not since... well the plane is an investment.

Two hours later, I stormed into my home. Its late, my children having already gone to bed, but my staff and security are waiting for me in my office. I throw open the door and wince as I know I might have woken the children, but I am too heated to truly care. I will check on them after this. But i needed to check on one more person first.

“Where is she?”

“She’s in your room, sir,” Adam offered. “She had dinner with the children but refused to eat. As soon as she saw that they were settled, she went into the room and locked the door. Natasha tried to coax her out but without success.”

“I need to see her first. Give me ten.” I turned and took the stairs two at a time. I pulled the key from my pocket and opened our bedroom door. “Kitten?” I could hear the faint crying coming from our private lounge area. When I walked in, I could see her in the window seat, curled into herself. “Oh, Kitten.”

“Curtis?” She couldn’t even move, her soul crushed and her body unable to respond. I rushed over to her and pulled her into my arms, sitting her in my lap. She began to cry harder and the fire in me raged on.

“I’m here Kitten. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She leaned into me and I knew she could feel how fast my heart was beating. “Please relax baby”.

“Relax? How can I relax? That motherfucker was in my town, in my store.” I closed my eyes. “I will kill him if I see him again.” I tried to calm my breathing but every time I closed my eyes I only saw how broken she was just a few moments ago.

“You have to stay calm Curtis. If you kill him, it could start a war with my father and that doesn’t help anyone.”

“I can’t stay calm Presley. How can I stay calm when a deranged asshole got close to my children? That he threatens my woman. That he got as close as he did to the woman that I love, and you want me to remain calm?” I know I shouldn’t take it out on her. If anything, it should only be against Blackwood but since I couldn’t get to him at the moment, I would have to shift to my security team. But then I felt Presley pull back to look at me. And I realized what i just said.

“You love me?” It was just a whisper of a question but it what the moment that could make or break us for the future.

It was time to be honest with her and frankly, myself.

“Yes. Fuck Presley, I think I’ve been in love with you since I saw you with my daughter, comforting her when Josh is being a brat. I love how much you love them. I love the way you kiss me, you hold me, you come for me. Fuck it, I love you. I love you so much Kitten.”

A single tear falls from her eyes. “I love you too.”

The world has imploded because Presley Adams is in love with me. I grab the back of her head and kiss her hard. I pull back a little. “I love you. We’re gonna fix this ok? I’m going to fix this. You are my whole world, my love.”

In this moment, it's just us. I don’t need to worry about everything else for a few more minutes. Because the woman I love is in my arms.

I love Presley Adams.

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 1

Summary: Charles likes watching you

Pairings: Ghost!Charles Blackwood X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, female masturbation, sex with a ghost, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, breeding kink, possessive kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 860

A/N: If you read last years Spectrophilia one shot, this chapter isn’t necessary, but it is setting the scene

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You got so lucky when the Blackwood manor came on the market. A beautiful estate that had been left abandoned. Sure, there was minor things that needed to be fixed, but as your dad would say, ‘Lipstick and rouge, sweetheart.’ While it would take time, it would be worth it.

The first day you spent mostly just cleaning up a bedroom for you to sleep in. Removing the sheets off the furniture and walls, uncovering a portrait of an extremely handsome man. Charles Blackwood carved at the bottom. “Well, Charles. Looks like it’s just me and you now,” you talk to the painting. “Just don’t stare at me as I change handsome.”

You continue to clean up, feeling like you’re being watched. You twist around quickly, the painting the only eyes you see, “I told you not to stare at me, Charles. Or should I call you Charlie?” a chill runs up your spine, and you assume it’s best to keep him at Charles.

Finishing up the bedroom, you decide it’s time to bathe. “Listen, sir, I’m going to take a bath, so I need you to stay here. Are we clear?” of course the stupid thing isn’t going to answer. It’s just a painting. Walking into the bathroom you settle into the claw bathtub, dreaming of how grand this house must have been in its glory days.

When you walk back into the room, that painting is still demanding on your attention, “Alright sugar. I’ve got to sleep. You’ll watch over me though, right? God, I’m so lonely I’m talking to a fucking painting. You are quite attractive though, Charles. Well goodnight.”

You wake up at 3:00am, your hands massaging at your entrance, and you look up at Charles. “Did you do this to me?” you ask, already panting. “Might as well make the most of it.”

You continue to stimulate yourself. Your fingers creating soft circles on your clit, “Waiting for that slow buildup,” you tell your painting friend. Sliding down two fingers you enter them into your tight hole. Pumping them in and out, and heating yourself up even more. “I wish it was your fingers, handsome.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

You gasp looking over on the other side of the room, Charles in all his copper haired glory. “What?”

“You saw me watching you. Talked to me all day. Started touching yourself to my image, and now you’ve invited me to finish the job.”

“There’s no way…did you not die? And how do you still look like that?”

“Shh…can I not just take care of you?” he asks, taking off his clothes and you gulp seeing just how chiseled he actually is. “Well, princess, you gonna let me take care of you? Or at least pull the covers down so I can see how wet I make that cunt.”

You nod your head, opening up the blankets to allow him in. A chill surrounds him, and you just know you’re dreaming. Falling asleep from pleasuring yourself. “I’m just gonna enjoy it.”

“And I’ll make sure you do.”

His almost translucent body crawling over your own, and the chill from him makes you shiver, “You get used it,” he tells you, his lips kissing all over your body. The way he makes you feel, mixed with the chill every time he touches you makes your hairs stand on end. “It’s been so long, princess. Do I get to keep you?”

“Yes, as long as you make me feel this good,” your body already giving into him.

He gives you an evil grin, “This is nothing,” his hands adjust your body, spreading your thighs further apart. His hand roams through your folds, “Already ready for me. You’re just as lonely and horny as me, huh?”

“Yes, Charles just fuck me.”

A darkness creeps over his eyes, “Be polite. Ladies don’t say fuck.”

“Please, Charles, I need you.”

He eases his icy cock through you, you’re crippled with pleasure. Mewling with every inch into your body, and when he bottoms out, he removes himself quickly, only to slowly enter back in. Driving you crazy with all the senses he’s making your body feel. Every part of you wants to scream the nastiest profanities, but you fear Charles would halt his movements. So you just allow yourself to make those sweet sounds.

Charles body trembles when he feels your walls flutter. “Princess,” his voice begs. Your fingers assist him by stimulating your clit. Racing for your release, and when your close, you pull Charles down for a spine-tingling kiss. Feeling warmth for the first time since he’s been near you. “Ghosts do that?”

“Only for you, princess. Now get some sleep. You’ll need it for when you’re carrying my child,” you don’t hear the last part. You were barely awake as it was. A fever dream of a ghostly Charles fucking into you. But he knows better. He’s keeping you. Keeping you here, and keeping you nice and round with his hybrid babies. “I’ll keep you forever princess.”

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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⚓ Writing Updates: I currently do not have a posting schedule as I write in my limited free time and post when I can. Please, be patient and I will share updates as they are available.

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⚓ Requests: Formal requests are currently closed, but never be ashamed to send me your shameless hoe thots, gifs, videos, headcanons, etc. They may inspire something!

⚓ I love discussing my fics and thots, so feel free to ask or comment if you're curious. I value that feedback.

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⚓ Minors: DNI

I Will Write

⚓ Smut, fluff, angst (within reason), light, soft!dark, dark, AUs (feel free to ask), age difference (of age), poly/threesome, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, cnc, yandere, D/s, somnophilia, cockwarming, sex pollen, praise, praise and degradation, breeding, chase, power imbalance, choking, knife play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, overstimulation, breath play, sensory deprivation, A/B/O, stepcest, and more. Feel free to ask if it isn't listed below.

I Will Not Write

⚓ RPF, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, scat play, cheating between "main" couple, miscarriage.

Who I'll Write For

⚓ Sebastian Stan Characters: Bucky Barnes, Scott Huffman, Nick Fowler, Hal Carter, Chris Beck, Jefferson, Destroyer!Chris, Steve Kemp, Charles Blackwood, Lee Bodecker, Mickey Henry, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker

⚓ Chris Evans Characters: Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Lloyd Hansen

⚓ Henry Cavill Characters: Clark Kent, August Walker, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson

⚓ Misc. Characters: Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, Jax Teller, William Miller, Raymond Smith, Sierra Six, Morpheus, The Corinthian, Harwin Strong

Happy reading, lovelies! 💙 And thank you to @rookthorne for the divider and @sgt-seabass for the header. 💙

#navy's port of call #writing #my writing #writing guidelines #about me #about my writing

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Four

Title: The House at the End of the Dead End Road

Storyteller: Jake Jensen

Summary: A story about a mysterious house and its bloody history.

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only; implied abuse; implied incest; implied witchcraft; implied that Constance & Mary Kat were conceived by Satan; Charles Blackwood & Jake Jensen (yes, they are both warnings!); implied murder; implied death by poison; implied s*xual ass**lt; and I believe that’s everything. This one is a little darker than the other ones, I think I would classify it as possibly, soft!dark? I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own social media content. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read.

Wordcount: 998

The following night, you and your friends had gathered around the campfire once again and you couldn’t wait for tonight’s story. You couldn’t help but smile as you roasted a marshmallow and watched all of your friends smiling and laughing. Once the chatter started to die down, you decided to speak up.

“So, who’s telling tonight’s story?”

Everyone glanced around at one another, waiting for someone to take the lead on tonight’s story. When Jake realized that no one was volunteering, after a quick drink of his beer, he spoke up.

“I’ve got one for y’all.”

“Alright, go on with it then.” Nick smirked as he sat across from Jake.

Jake cleared his throat before he started his story. “I think it’s safe to say that we all grew up in a town where there’s that one house that has a past and from that past, rumors of its past had spread. In my hometown, that house rested at the end of a dead end road. This house was called Blackwood Manor. Growing up, I heard various stories about the old, abandoned manor and I never knew which one to believe. But I did know one thing, I knew not to go inside of it.”

As Jake was about to continue, Andy interrupted. “What exactly were these rumors?”

“Well, one example was that the Blackwood sisters were a murderous pair and that they lived there a long time ago, before any of us were even born. The two sisters, Constance and Mary Kat, were accused of murdering their evil parents. However, there was never any proof, so the sisters got off Scott-free. Why did they kill their parents, you might be wondering? This is where things get a little fuzzy and where the rumors run rampant. Some of the rumors say that they killed their parents simply for their inheritance, because you see, the Blackwoods were rich. Their father, Mr. Blackwood, owned the mines and about half of the town and he did what he could to make sure the town thrived so that he would remain rich. But, Mr. Blackwood was a stingy and selfish man who wouldn’t give the girls a scent. It’s said that the reason why Mr. Blackwood was so rich because of his wife, who apparently was a witch. She would cast spells that would benefit her family. In fact, it’s said that both of the girls were a gift from the Devil himself as a reward for their mother’s constant devotion. Perhaps, that is why the two Blackwood sisters were so evil and led them to kill their parents.

“Another rumor that surrounds the manor and its previous tenants, is that Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood were extremely abusive and in the most unforgiving way. Mr. Blackwood didn’t allow the girls to date, claiming that they were his and that no one else was good enough for them. He would apparently beat them for the smallest of disobedience or if they showed any sign of rebellion. That was just the father though, they endured a lot worse from their mother. It’s said that Mrs. Blackwood would practice her magic on them and when the witching hour struck, you could hear the screams of the two sisters. Eventually though, the Blackwood sisters had had enough of the constant abuse that they received from their parents. So, one night at dinner, they decided to poison the tea that they would be serving with dinner. Constance and Mark Kat stole glances at one another as they sat at the table and watched as the poison slowly did its job. When their parents were finally dead, wicked grins formed on the sister’s faces, as a weight lifted from their shoulders.

“One final rumor, well, at least where I’m capping off, because there are hundreds more that surround this old manor. This one, now this one is a little more messed up. I’ve heard this one about a half a dozen times and that is that Connie Blackwood had poisoned her parents because she had fallen in love with her cousin, Charles Blackwood. With this rumor, Charles manipulated Connie into poisoning them so that she and her sister would get their inheritance. The oldest Blackwood sister obliged because she truly thought Charles was in love with her as well. He had told her that her parents were the only thing standing in the way of them being able to be together. Charles had also convinced her that nobody could love her like he could and he would be the only one to properly take care of her. Her little sister tried to talk some sense into Constance but got nowhere. In fact, it’s believed that Connie also killed Mary Kat. When it was all over though, Charles ended up leaving Constance and taking the money with him. This left Constance distraught and heartbroken which led her to eventually killing herself. It’s said that you can still hear Constance Blackwood still wailing from the house because of her broken heart.”

The wind started to pick up a little bit causing it to whistle. Everyone jumped a little bit as the whistling wind sounded a little too much like a wailing woman.

“Damn Jensen, that’s messed up.” Bucky said, finally breaking the silence as the wind died down.

A cold shiver ran through your entire body and you couldn’t help but feel for Constance a little bit, even if there’s the possibility that she wasn’t real. You looked around at your friends and wondered who would be telling the next creepy story.

“So, are we ready for another story tonight?” You asked before you polished off your hot chocolate.

“I could go for another story.” Steve said as he sat next to you.

Bucky glanced around at his friends, normally he wasn’t one for storytelling but he felt like he had a good one. “I’ve got one.”

Everyone turned to Bucky, a bit surprised but ready to hear his story.

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Sweet Lau!!

It’s been a while since I slid into your ask box! 😁❤️

How have you been?!!? I hope you are doing incredible!

I’m just thinking about this guy! I’m having some naughty thots. Him wrapping his veiny hands around my throat! Telling me to behave and don’t struggle. Who do we think? Steve Kemp? Maybe a hint of Charles Blackwood? Or somebody else?

Do you have any thots!?! 🤭😏❤️

xoxo 😘

I am SO late responding to this ask and I'm so sorry. But I'm here now and I have some thots. Obviously 😏

This kinda screams CEO!Steve Kemp to me. You’re a barista in the coffee shop just down the street from his office building and he comes in daily. He always orders the same thing, just a double espresso. He flirts with you each and every time he pops by, not that you ever notice. It’s always so busy at lunchtime that you can barely stop long enough to hold a conversation with him. You’re not totally blind though. You can see how fucking handsome he is, especially with the subtle confidence and self-assurance that radiates from him.

When he finally asks you to dinner you’re in disbelief. Your worlds couldn’t be more different. He’s only ever seen you flustered and rushed off your feet at work -- but he wants you. And he makes it clear that he’ll get you when he pulls up outside the coffee shop at closing one Friday evening in his Maserati.

“Can’t I even go home and change first?” You ask him, cheeks warm and your coffee-stained blouse plastered against your sweat-slick skin.

“No. You look beautiful. Now, get in.”

All thought that he’s joking goes out of the window when you don’t even make it to his penthouse before he’s pulling the car over and tugging you onto his lap in a quiet street downtown, his teeth nipping at your breasts through your shirt and his warm, soft hands squeezing your throat possessively. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? To have you like this? Look at you, look how fucking pretty you are.”

His thumb drags along your bottom lip, your teeth catching his skin and a rumble echoing low in his throat. “Greedy little dove. You hide it well but you’re just as impatient as I am deep down. Let’s see just how hungry you are, hm?”

Aaaaanyway, I want him, I need him, oh baby, oh baby 😩

#lau answers #asks are always open #steve kemp x female reader #steve kemp x you #steve kemp

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justforbooks · 2 years

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Although he was acclaimed as a travel writer, Jonathan Raban, who has died aged 80, disliked the term. He agreed with his fellow writer Bruce Chatwin, who famously turned down the Thomas Cook award, that the term was too limiting. He said he found it an “open form”, which was perfect for him because “I write between genres anyway”. When asked why, unlike Chatwin, he accepted the Cook award twice, he said: “I was hungry for prizes.”

He was also hungry to travel, to get away from his roots. The leaving of Britain formed a crucial part of much of his writing, even as he sailed around the island in Coasting (1986). The heart of his work was set on water; his writing mirrors the movement of the sea, its calm with turmoil always lurking beneath, taking you along with it, hiding and revealing. He mixes literary sources and knowledge with the people and places encountered on his journey; he’s less exotic than Chatwin, less caustic than Paul Theroux, but all of it comes in service to his real journey, within himself, escaping into travel. “Wherever I was, I felt like an outsider,” he said, and it is a feeling that permeates his writing, though he was drawn to America, a land of immigrants: the freedom of adjusting to this new world, and its contrasts with his old, became a major theme.

What he was escaping was the English world into which he was born, in Hempton, Norfolk. He was three when he first met his father, the Rev Canon J Peter CP Raban, an army captain returning from the second world war. He grew up in various parish postings, and his father came to represent “the Conservative party, the army, the church, the public school system in person”. It was his mother, Monica (nee Sandison), who “taught me to read, which was my one proficiency”.

He despised boarding school, to which he was sent at five, and eventually studied English at Hull University, where he organised a library committee in order to meet Philip Larkin, notoriously adept at avoiding students. They discussed novels and jazz, but never poetry. He married a fellow student, Bridget Johnson, in 1964. After graduating he taught English and American literature at Aberystwyth, then at East Anglia; he was captivated by American writers, particularly Saul Bellow, Bernard Malamud and Philip Roth, and published a study of Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn.

In 1969, he moved to London as a freelance writer, on the recommendation of Malcolm Bradbury, falling into the last hurrah of the Grub Street era, reviewing while living in the basement of the house shared by the poet Robert Lowell and the writer Lady Caroline Blackwood, after his marriage ended. His experience of Larkin and Lowell led to another book of literary criticism, The Society of the Poem. He joined the circle that emerged around the New Review magazine, in Soho’s Pillars of Hercules pub, and in 1974 published Soft City, a mix of personal memoir and London observation that became an early example of “psychogeography”.

His first travel book, Arabia Through the Looking Glass (1979), took a modern orientalist view of the area reminiscent of Charles Doughty’s Travels in Arabia Deserta and other classic travel writing on the Middle East. Old Glory (1981) was his first book set in the US, taking a skiff down the Mississippi River from Minneapolis to New Orleans. It recalls his study of Huckleberry Finn, blending the approaching age of Ronald Reagan into his inward experiences with America’s own eccentricities, and was a success on both sides of the Atlantic. Jan Morris called it “the best book of travel ever written by an Englishman about the United States”.

His first novel, Foreign Land (1985), follows an eccentric expat Englishman, George Grey, who leaves the Caribbean to return home, much to the consternation of his daughter, and sail a just-bought boat around Britain. Raban recapitulated the story himself in Coasting, in which he sails around the country, which, as the Falklands war erupts, seems an increasingly insular island nation. The book marks the perfecting of his classic English voice, that of the friendly faux-bumbler whose self-deprecation is itself a form of humble-brag, which has served British humour from Arthur Marshall to Bill Bryson; it made him a neutral sort of observer to Americans he met.

After publishing a memoir, For Love & Money: A Writing Life, he moved to the US, his journey across the Atlantic in a container ship told in Hunting Mister Heartbreak: A Discovery of America (1990), and, crucially, a poignant leaving scene that reflects the end of his second marriage, to the London art dealer Caroline Cuthbert.

He settled in Seattle, where in 1992 he married his third wife, Jean Lenihan; their daughter, Julia, was born in 1993. He continued travelling – Bad Land: An American Romance was set in Montana, dealing with the difficult dreams of immigrants to the beautiful but harsh Big Sky country. But his next book was perhaps his finest. Passage to Juneau (1996) is nominally another boat trip, on Alaska’s Inside Passage, a man leaving his wife and daughter for his travel. But midway through the trip, he returns to England, where his father is dying and his family has gathered. It is a travelogue of the writer’s mid-life implosion; he returns to finish his journey only to be greeted by his wife announcing she and his daughter are leaving him.

He remained in Seattle to concentrate on the joint care of his daughter. His 2003 novel, Waxwings, takes its butterfly title from Nabokov’s Pale Fire: “I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure of the window pane.” Drawing on Bad Land, it is the story of an expat Hungarian-British man, in the dot.com boomtown that is Seattle, with an American wife, and an illegal Chinese immigrant worker who begins reconstructing his house. Raban was a distant relative of Evelyn Waugh, and the book recalls Waugh’s Men at Arms, where the social whirl does not stop for the newly launched war. My Holy War (2006), about the 9/11 attack and the US invasion of Iraq, was almost a companion piece.

In 2006 he published his third novel, Surveillance, in which a journalist tracks down a reclusive writer who has been kept hidden by his publisher lest he destroy the credibility of his Holocaust memoir. Its prime concern is the many-faceted ambiguity of liberty in the war on terror. “The world changed,” he said. “It didn’t change with 9/11. It changed with the Patriot Act, with the homeland security measures and the war on terror.”

His 2010 collection, Driving Home, is an eccentric mix of literary criticism, tales of great sea voyages, the state of the US in the 21st century and the mix of people he meets along the way, even as he remained in Seattle. A 2011 essay in the New York Times, The Getaway Car, detailed a drive down the Pacific coast to take Julia, now 18, to university at Stanford, outside San Francisco. Later that year, Raban suffered a massive stroke, which left one side of his body paralysed and confined him to a wheelchair. He continued writing, primarily for the New York Review of Books. It seemed an ironic fate for a writer who saw his journeys as “a means of escape, freedom and solitude, I could be happy … in a way I couldn’t be at home”. Yet he had always travelled through literature, and through his writing. And now he had a different sort of freedom in his daughter, which perhaps allowed him to address his own escape in his last book, to be published this autumn, a memoir titled Father and Son.

Julia survives him.

🔔 Jonathan Raban, writer, born 14 June 1942; died 17 January 2023

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at http://justforbooks.tumblr.com

#JUST FOR BOOKS #Jonathan Raban #in memoriam

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months

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Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Summary: Charles finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Charles would have the biggest smile on his face when he hears the words “I’m pregnant.” come out of your mouth.

He would kiss you till you’re breathless.

He would get on his knees and talk to your soon to be baby bump and say “Hi, little one. I’m your daddy. Your mommy is here too.”

His cousins being happy for you guys.

Him holding you and comforting while you’re crying.

Charles would get you your favorite flowers once a week.

You and him brainstorming names for the baby.

Charles wouldn’t mind what the gender of the baby is just as long as he or she is healthy.

Him giving you any kind of massage you can think of.

He would love the way your baby bump looks in dresses.

Him walking up to you when you’re not paying attention and wrapping his arm around you from behind, putting his hands on your growing baby bump.

Charles telling the baby that he or she has the most beautiful mommy in the world.

You waking Charles up early in the morning, because you have a craving for something so he goes out and buys it. You crying when he gets home cause you feel bad for waking him up early.

Charles telling you how beautiful you are.

Him giving your belly soft kisses.

Him doing chores around the house so you can relax.

Lots of cuddles, kisses, hugs, and “I love you’s”.

Him being completely astonished every time the baby kicks.

You and him coming up with what to design the nursery.

You watching him build the crib.

You wanting to buy every article of baby clothing cause of how cute they are.

You buying way too many stuffed animals for the baby.

You feeling insecure and Charles makes all of your insecurities go away just by saying “You’re beautiful.”

Charles talking to the baby at night before he goes to bed.

Over all, Charles would be overly happy to have a baby with you.

#charles blackwood #we have always lived in the castle #sebastian stan #sebby stan #seb stan #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood x female reader #charles blackwood x pregnant reader #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x y/n #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood fluff #charles blackwood one shot #charles blackwood imagine #charles blackwood headcanon #charles blackwood drabble #charles blackwood blurb

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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SDAU-My Best Friend's Brother, Chapter 1

Word Count: 1.6k

“Where are you going, brother?”

Charles gave his brothers a nervous smile and he shrugged, “oh nothing major…I mean-I’m just going to the bar in town. Going to meet up with some of the guys from the baseball team…”

“I’m free tonight,” his best friend Tom smiled as he wrapped an arm around the lithe pitcher, “I can hang out if you want…you know, make sure you’re not overrun with those idiot Rhos. We can even grab a pizza or two and bring it back for the guys. Pick up a girl and have some fun before that…I feel like I can smell half the girls on Greek row going into their heats and ruts…it’s setting me off.”

“Oh…we’re probably going to be out late. I-I don’t want to make you wait up or anything,” he chuckled, the lie rolling all too easily off his tongue, “we haven’t really spoken to each other this year, and yesterday was our first practice together. We just decided to go get a few drinks and work out the rust, you know. We’re just going to catch up…you don’t have to come with me. It’s no big deal.”

“Oh, come on,” Tom teased, “I don’t mind hanging out with those idiots for a bit…we can pick up some girls after.”

“I-I don’t know, Tom…our frat and theirs don’t really get along…”

“Tom wants you to wingman him at the bar!” one of the guys laughed, “Help him out, Blackwood…you’re always getting girls!”

“You don’t have to…i-it’s okay…”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, Cindy, I jus-“

“Charles…I get it…you’re secret is safe with me.”

His eyes shot up to hers, “wh-what?”

She smiled at him and bit her lip, “Charles…it’s okay…I know…that you’re gay.”

Charles paled, “What?”

“Some of the other girls said that you were,” she admitted, nodding her head, “that’s why we try to help you out at the parties…haven’t you noticed how your brothers never question it?”

“Wh-what areyou talking about?”

“Come on,” she sighed, giving him a look, “you don’t have to play it off with us…you kiss us in front of your brothers and flirt…but you can’t even get hard…when you slept with Dana she said she heard you whimper a guys name…”

Charles felt his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. His mouth went dry and he felt dizzy. All of the times that his parents would beat him came running back to the forefront of his brain while her words seemed to fade out.

He could hear his younger self for his father to stop beating him with the belt. He could feel the old brass buckle digging into his back…the blood warming up his skin and making it feel like he was being whipped with an iron hot poker instead of a cheap seven dollar piece of leather and brass.

“Charles.”

He jumped, his eyes snapping back to her own. She gave him a soft look as she stroked away the tears he didn’t know had fallen, and she pulled him against her chest, “it’s okay, Charles…you’re secret’s safe with me.”

“It’s fine…” Charles said quickly.

A few of their brothers stopped what they were doing to look at the two best friends. Tom’s scent became slightly bitter at the rejection, and Charles bit his lip, seeing the rejection cross Tom’s features. But before he could speak again, Tom was already taking a step back.

“Oh yeah…okay…” Tom muttered, the frown coming onto his face as he let go of Charles.

“What do the guys think about leaving behind their girlfriends on a Friday night?” Tony teased as he tried to break the tension in the room.

“They’re in need of it, that’s for sure,” Charles laughed as he went towards the door, “I mean, the only one who’s got a serious girl right now is Kemp…I-I shouldn’t keep them waiting though. Knowing them they’re already there. But anyways, see ya guys later.”

“Alright guys, hit the showers! Good practice!” the coach commented as he tapped his clipboard on the dugout.

The team lazily ran towards the dugout, knowing that the showers would be a good bit of relief on their aching muscles. It had been the first practice of the season and all of them had worked together like a well-oiled machine, but they all were waiting for the moment to go home and relax. But two men seemed to go a little bit slower than the rest of the team, instead offering up to clean up the field first.

“You don’t have to stick around,” Charles said lazily to the shortstop who was trudging towards the mound, “I can finish up by myself.”

The young freshman gave him a simple smile, one that made his stomach flutter and his brows furrow as he thought about it. Charles wasn’t attracted to men…at least, that’s what he’d spent years telling himself. But there was something about the way that this guy looked at him that made him question all the beatings and straight camps his parents had given him and sent him to, “I was actually hoping that I could talk to you for a second…Charles, right?”

He nodded, “yeah…you’re Loki…right? They scouted you out. You’re originally from England…”

Loki smiled, “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Great to have you on the team, Laufeyson!” Charles smiled, holding out his hand for the freshman to shake. The shifter did so, a shiver running up his spine as he knew with definitive proof that the human in front of him was his mate.

“Good to be on it…can I ask you something?”

“Sure…”

“Is it…weird to be on a team with shifters and going to a shifter college?” he asked, “I mean…you’re a human, right?”

Charles smiled, “I am a human. And honestly, I feel like the fact that I can be a human and be the pitcher for a shifter team is really amazing…it makes me feel even better about my skills. Usually it’s big cats, foxes, and wolves…so it’s a good stroke to my ego.”

“You do have some amazing pitches.”

Charles smiled a little bit more, a warm feeling beginning to develop in his stomach. But he cut it back in an instant when Loki touched his hip and took a step forward.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Charles asked suddenly, taking a step back.

“You don’t feel it?” Loki asked while looking deep into his eyes, “You don’t feel…the connection?”

“Fe-feel what?” Charles asked, not wanting to believe that the shortstop was coming on to him, “What are you talking about?”

Loki bit his lip, “You’re my mate…sweet, sweet human. I-I thought there was something electric in the air this whole practice…it was you…”

“I-no…no,” Charles said quickly, “I-I’m not gay. I don’t know what makes you thi-“

But Charles was cut off by Loki pulling him to his chest, and quickly pressing their lips together. Everything outside of the two men lay forgotten as their lips worked in sync.

While he had been raised in an extremely religious household, and he’d been taught all his life that homosexuality was wrong, there was something within that kiss that felt all too right to him. And it made him feel free.

He may not have ever explored his sexuality, and just assumed that ‘liking people’ would come later, but Loki’s lips made him feel like he was on top of the world. So, he didn’t fight it.

Instead, his hands went up to Loki’s jersey, and he fisted it as their lips worked in unison. Neither man broke from the kiss until they were both left breathless.

“You felt it, didn’t you?” Loki teased, his lips red and swelling from the intense make out session. Charles nodded before pulling Loki back to himself, connecting their lips once more.

“Hey…”

Charles bit his lip as he looked at the gorgeous man who had been sitting in the dugout, waiting for him.

“I was starting to think that you wouldn’t come.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, his hand going behind his neck, “I uh…had to tell my brothers that the baseball team was going out for drinks…some of them wanted to come out to the bar with me. Thought I might need some backup since there’s a few Rhos on the team.”

“Drysdale and Kemp aren’t all that bad…I mean…I don’t think I’m all that bad either.”

“You’re not!” he replied, pulling Loki towards himself so that he could feel the freshman’s lips on his own. He heard the pleased rumble from the alpha he was connected to, and he pressed his back to the dugout’s wall.

“You’re playing with fire, mate,” Loki teased as he broke the kiss, “I can’t promise that we’ll take it slow if you’re going to push me against walls and make out with me.”

“I want to try something, Lo…”

“Okay?”

“I-I’ve never done anything with a guy….”

Loki frowned, “where’s the but of this conversation, mate?”

“I-I want to blow you…” he said quickly, the embarrassment flowing wildly across his features as he braved looking at Loki; his own wants and needs not feeling like he was doing anything wrong for the first time in his life. The freshman chuckled and he frowned, “I-I’m serious, Lo. I want to try things with you.”

“Well, I’m not letting our first time going down on each other be in the dugout,” Loki smiled, kissing Charles slowly, “I’m still staying in the dorms for another few months while I pledge…so you won’t have to see the Rhos…”

“Back to your place then?”

“And after you please me, my sweet mate, I’m going to make sure you’re screaming my name for the rest of the night,” Loki smirked, pressing another soft kiss to the sophomore’s lips, “I’m going to-“

“Loki…I-I don’t think I’m ready for sex.”

“Oh daddy, this isn’t about me pounding you into my mattress,” Loki teased, rubbing his nose against his partners, “I’m going to tie you to my bed and suck the soul out of that beautiful cock I know you’ve got hiding in your jeans.”

#school days au #school days #college #a/b/o fic #a/b/o #a/b/o au #alpha loki laufeyson #alpha #loki (marvel)#loki #marvel au #marvel #werewolf #my best friends brother #charles blackwood #we have always lived in the castle

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lanabuckybarnes · 4 months

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| Request/Ask Rules |

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One of those days - CB

Summary: You're too quiet and Charles will figure out what's wrong with you even if it takes all day, dammit!

Note: Just some Charles Blackwood fluff because I felt like it! This one will feature some talk about symptoms of depression/anxiety so please do not read if you think this might trigger you in any way, my private messages are always open so if anyone wants to talk, you know where to find me!

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"Honey?" Charles called out from your shared bed, stretching leisurely and shielding his eyes from the sun peeking in from the curtains with one of his arms. Silence followed his initial call so he tried again, to no avail. He was about to call out a third time, beginning to feel slightly concerned at the heavy silence when you walked through the bedroom door with some fresh washing just as he was sitting up. Charles sighed in relief and smiled when he saw you.

"Hi honey." He greeted softly, contently watching you flit around the room to pack away the fresh clothes you'd ironed.

"Morning Charles." You replied. He knew something was a little off with you this morning because you hadn't looked at him yet, seemingly avoiding his gaze.

"What's a man gotta do to get a good morning kiss from his favourite lady around here, huh?" Charles asked cheekily, waiting for you to get back into bed with him like most mornings and hopefully get some loving in before the day started.

You playfully huffed and turned around to walk to Charles' side of the bed, placing your hands on the mattress and giving him a quick kiss. He chased your lips when you pulled back (far too early for his liking) and pouted when you stood back up again, smiling at him over your shoulder.

"Get dressed Charles, Helen Clarke and Lucille Wright are coming over in 45 minutes and you haven't even had breakfast yet." You told him as you left the room to go and clean up the conservatory for when the two women arrived.

Charles groaned dramatically and flopped back down to the bed. "But we don't even like them!" He yelled after you in protest.

"Get up Charles." You responded from your descent down the stairs.

By some miracle, Charles was up and dressed within 20 minutes and downstairs looking for you. He found you in the kitchen taking the china cups and saucers out of the cupboards as well as the matching teapot.

"Something smells good." He announced waltzing into the room and standing in his usual place behind you, wrapping his body around your own. "What's for breakfast?" He asked, dropping little pecks to the areas of your exposed neck.

"Fruit salad and pancakes." You answered, gesturing to the stack on the table with a jerk of your head.

"My favourite, second only to you." He whispered devilishly in your ear, teasing the skin with a scrape of his teeth.

"Wash your hands please." You asked softly, worming out of Charles' hold and carrying the chinaware into the conservatory on a tray along with a plate of rum cakes.

He did as asked and washed his hands before sitting down and tucking into the food you'd so thoughtfully made for him while considering his predicament. Never before had you pulled away from him so quickly, usually his morning neck kisses had you dissolving into barely contained giggles that he'd lovingly tickle out of you when his lips wouldn't work.

There was something off, and Charles was determined to find out what it was.

At exactly 10:30am Helen and Lucille showed up and knocked the front door, much to Charles' chagrin. He was in the conservatory helping you set up when the knocker sounded through the house and you both stopped to look at each other, telepathically deciding who was going to get the door.

"I'll get it." Charles eventually said, holding a hand up to stop you when you opened your mouth to object.

He opened the front door and plastered on a fake smile to greet the ladies, hastily leading them through to the conservatory where you were stood in the corner rearranging some flowers Charles' had bought you.

Eventually you all settled onto the furniture, yourself and Charles sharing the sofa, Helen and Lucille in individual fabric armchairs, and you offered them some tea while they told you about silly, material things.

"Tea?" You were sat on the edge of the sofa cushion pouring out some tea into the arranged cups with Charles reclined back in his seat next to you, an arm slung over the back of the sofa so it rested behind you if you were to lean back.

"The garden looks beautiful y/n." Helen said, leaning forward in her seat to somehow bypass Charles and talk directly to you (not that he minded, as afore mentioned, he didn't particularly like them).

"I do so love a garden I do." Lucille chimed in. You cast a small smile at both women and continued pouring out their drinks.

"This year we raised $600 at the Friends of Miss Porter's Iris contest." Helen carried on.

"600 dollars." Lucille repeated for emphasis.

"An iris contest this early?" You conversed politely, handing Charles his tea which he kissed your cheek for in thanks.

"Adrian Whittle won with her plum iris-" Lucille scoffed and shook her head at Helen telling you the news, you continued to pass the women a cup of tea while Helen continued-"You could've beat her to a pulp with your night ruler y/n. You're missing so much."

"So much." Lucille lent forward and whispered, again as if Charles wasn't sat right there. You picked up your own cup of tea and looked down at it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world, until you felt Charles' arm around your waist to haul you back on your seat closer to him; his arm staying around you to try and comfort you silently.

"I care about you dear. Your mother and I were such-it's Spring, you're young, you're lovely. You have a right to be happy; come back to the world dear." Helen managed to say after cutting herself off multiple times before deciding on what she was going to say.

You stood abruptly, causing all eyes to fall on you; Helen and Lucille's in surprise, Charles' in concern, before excusing yourself to get the milk from the kitchen that you'd forgotten.

As you walked through the house you could hear the two women trying to persuade Charles to get you out of the house and into town.

"I mean, not too much at first, that would look odd." "Or perhaps dinner?" "Dinner."

At each suggestion you heard Charles turn it down or give an excuse as to why it wasn't a good idea. Desperately you tried to block out their voices and the ones in your head, everything was just getting so loud it was unbearable.

You stood in the kitchen next to the fridge for a minute to compose yourself, not wanting anyone to think there was anything wrong, but you must've stood there for longer than you thought because next thing you know footsteps are making their way down the corridor. You quickly took one last deep breath and moved back in front of the fridge to open it, leaning down just in time to get the milk when Charles came in the doorway.

"Darling?" He asked, still with that worried look in his eyes as he walked to you, stopping in front of you when you closed the fridge door and turned to face him, milk in hand.

"Yes?" You smiled at him.

"You've been gone a while, everything okay?" Charles slowly rested his hands on your arms and ran them up and down comfortingly.

"Fine, could you get the jug down from the top shelf for me?" You asked him sweetly, to which he smiled and nodded, releasing you and retrieving the jug.

After a few minutes you were all back in the conservatory (milk included) and chatting again. Well, Helen and Lucille were talking at you while actually just making conversation with each other since Charles couldn't give less of a rat's ass about their discussion.

At one point he nudged your side softly to get your attention and when he did said, "You usually this quiet?" In a gentle teasing tone.

A chuffed laugh left your nose but the smile didn't reach your eyes where a dull look was resting in there.

"Shall I tell them to shift it?" He whispered.

You shook your head and frowned a little, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth to mess with.

Exactly one hour after they arrived Helen and Lucille were off again, Charles herding them through the hall to the front door to get rid of them as soon as was physically possible. You followed behind them and diverted through the kitchen again to place the tray of empty teacups and teapot on the kitchen table, opening the back door and venturing into the garden.

You kept walking further and further but jolted to a stop when Charles' voice rang out from the house.

"Y/n!"

"Charles!" You faced him and shouted back, bringing a smile to his face at your mocking.

"What are you doing all the way out there?"

"I'm going to pick some vegetables, for dinner."

"Hon, it's 11:35. Dinner isn't until 6."

"As my mother used to say, you can never be too prepared." Your voice trailed off at the end and you turned around to keep walking further out when Charles' voice stopped you again.

"You need any help?"

"No I'll be fine dear," You replied over your shoulder so you didn't see Charles' shoulders drop in disappointment or the look of anguish on his face, "Could you run into town to pick some things up for me? I'll need them for a cake I want to bake for Helen and Sam."

"Sure, what is it?" Charles replied, satisfied for now just to be helping you out a little bit, thinking the stress of Helen's words minutes prior had gotten to you.

"There's a list on the kitchen table, next to the tray with the teacups on it."

"Okay, I won't be long." He said, hoping you would face him so he could see the usual cheeky smile on your face as you would snark back "Better not be."

But you didn't. Just nodded your head and kept walking further. You didn't realise Charles had picked up on the fact you didn't have the basket with you even though you were apparently picking vegetables.

He trudged back inside and shrugged his suit jacket on, grabbed his car keys and the list you'd written out and went out the front door to drive into town. He had chosen to leave you be for the minute; the usual case being if you had space to sort through your feelings and thoughts you would come to him later on and explain. But if you stayed the same quiet and subdued figure as you were now, he'd take matters into his own hands and guide you to tell him with soft touches and loving words.

Charles was mistaken when he said he wouldn't be long. For some reason the town was absolutely packed with people in all the places he needed to be. What should've been a 15 minute trip at the most had turned into 35 minutes and he was desperate to get back to you at the Blackwood House. All he heard from the moment he stepped out of his car was "Charles darling, you should come out and visit us more." "Charles dear, we do miss you and y/n, come around for dinner some time." "That Blackwood Estate should've burned when your Uncle died." "Charles you look so thin! That y/n isn't treating you very well at all!"

If someone made one more damn comment about his precious sweetheart he was going to loose it, big time. Charles had run out of polite refusals and excuses, he had no more false smiles or gentlemanly etiquette left within him. He sped down the roads at a much too fast speed and was soon on the crest of the hill leading to his house.

Charles opened the big gate at the front of the house and drove through, mindful to go back and close it after he parked.

"My darling!" He shouted through the front door as soon as he had it opened, kicking it shut with his foot and dumping the bags of shopping on the kitchen table. The back door was slightly ajar so he followed the signs of your presence and opened it all the way, stepping out to the back garden and trying again.

"My darling?" He walked further and further out, if you were right at the edge of the garden you wouldn't have heard him. But when he reached the vegetable patch and opened his mouth to shout again, he saw that all of the vegetables were still in tact. Charles tilted his head in confusion and closed his mouth, bending down to survey the plants at a close range to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

"You're home!"

Charles spun quickly and saw that it was only you stood above him.

"Yes, I'm back. Y/n, how come-"

"You took longer than usual." You stated, looking down at him (Charles was still squatted low).

"Uh yeah, sorry about that. Town was horrifically busy." He explained, standing up to take your hands in his and kiss your knuckles that he raised to his lips.

"Well, you're here now and that's what counts." You turn back to the house and begin the trail back.

"Hey, hon?" Charles stops you. You twist to face him and raise your eyebrows to hint him to go on. "I thought you were picking vegetables? They're all still here." He gestured to the very much still planted vegetables in the ground with his hand.

"Yes, I decided that you were right and picking them could be done later."

"Peanut, I don't want you to feel that-"

"Come on Charles, lunch is ready in your office."

And so Charles still hadn't found out what was wrong and by the time he'd finished his lunch to go and find you, you were in the pantry making a list of things you had in there and the things you needed; Charles knew you liked to be left alone to do this in order to focus so he went back to his office and started looking over some papers for work.

It was 5:23pm and he hadn't heard a peep from you all afternoon. It was unnerving. The most he'd heard was you coming out of the pantry and into the kitchen, then leaving the kitchen and going upstairs. To his knowledge, you'd been up there ever since. By now you'd have either been in the kitchen making dinner preparations or in his office reading a book, led on his couch where he'd noticeably steal longing glances at you and become so distracted he'd just eventually lie next to you and doze off to the sound of you reading to him.

But none of the above happened.

Charles leafed through one last piece of paperwork and rose from his desk, briskly leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. He knew you liked to wash up before dinner so the first place he went was upstairs after an initial peek in the kitchen only to see the groceries he'd bought for you in the exact same spot he'd left them in.

He got to your shared bedroom and saw the door was closed, odd since he vividly remembers leaving it open for the air to get circulated through. Charles knocked lightly on the door and poked his head round, eyes zeroing in on the curled up figure led in bed.

"Y/n?" He whispered into the room. He could only see your back so he had no idea if you were sleeping or just hadn't heard him.

Charles stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Y/n?" He tried again, this time you sniffed loudly as though you were zoned out and rotated your head to see him walking over to you.

"Charles! Is something wrong, did you finish your work? I was just about to come down and see you." You spilled in all of a rush.

You sat up and began to move to stand but Charles rested a hand on your shoulder and took a seat next to you on the bed.

"It's 5:30 hon, work's finished." He told you gently.

"Already? I must get dinner ready, I didn't realise the time. It might be a little late tonight." You jumped off the bed and began to change into some more evening appropriate attire but Charles stopped your hands reaching into the wardrobe and he just held you against him.

"What's going on y/n? You haven't been yourself all day." He accused as understandingly and lovingly as possible.

"Nothing! Why?"

Charles sighed and brought a hand up to cup your cheek, seeing the inner turmoil running rampant through your mind. "Tell me what's going on honey, please? Let me in, let me help." He begged you.

You couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand the concerned look in his eye, the soft touch on your face, it was too much to cope with. You turned away from Charles and tried to walk away but he caught your arm and caged you into his body.

"Its alright love, its okay, you're safe here. You are totally and completely safe with me in this moment, nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong." He soothed as soon as he sensed your building panic, running his hands down your back in big, soft, sweeping motions.

Tears fell down your face unwarranted and Charles did nothing but comfort you; loving words whispered in your hair and grounding touches applied all over your body.

"I don't know what's wrong with me." You whispered so quietly Charles almost didn't hear you.

"Don't worry hon, it's just one of those days. Nothing is wrong with you. You'll come out swinging at the end of it, but for now it is just something you have to deal with, but you don't have to deal with it alone. I'm right here with you for a reason, I'm not just gonna disappear at the first sign of trouble or expect you to be in tip top condition all the time. I'm going to be right here, by your side, helping you through whatever life throws at you, because I love you."

"Oh Charles, I love you so much. I love you, I love you." You repeated, feeing exceptionally overwhelmed and not really knowing how to deal with it.

"Easy darling, I know, I love you so strongly it hurts sometimes. Now what's going to happen is I'm going to keep holding you for a few more minutes, then I'm going to help you get dressed, then I'll cook you dinner while I tell you about the horrors of town today, and once I've fed you we're going to sit out on the porch swing in the back garden and stargaze until you fall asleep when I can carry you back up here and snuggle you for the rest of the night until morning. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan, darling."

"I thought so." Charles murmured under his breath making you giggle genuinely for the first time today.

Charles, true to his word, did everything he said he would. Aside from him being unable to decide on which shoes to pick out for you (after a 17 minute deliberation it was getting ridiculous so you had to choose), then realising he didn't know how to prepare dinner so you had to show him (with a grin tugging at the corner of your lips) and after dinner testing out the old porch swing and falling off (which caused great hilarity for you), it was a very successful night.

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