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blackhakumen · 1 year ago

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Mini Fanfic #1145: Skull and Noir's Metal Filled Halloween Night (Persona 5 x SSBU)

7:45 p.m. at the Okamura's Residence's Living Room.........

TV Screen: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! (Heavy Metal Playing in the Background)

Haru: (Happily Raises her Fist Up in the Air While Next to Ryuji on the Sofa Together) WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~ ROCK THE PIIIIITZ!!

Ryuji: (Chuckles Lightly) Damn, Haru! I knew there's a lot to more to ya than meets the eye, but I didn't know you had a thing for Heavy Metal music.

Haru: (Turns to Ryuji With a Bright Smile on her Face) Why, of course!~ I've been a fan of the genre for a long while now. It helped me out through so much in life that I doubt I would be the same nowadays without it.

Ryuji: Niiiice. I'm more of a Hip-Hop kind of guy myself- (Suddenly Let's Out a Loud Yawn While Stretching his Arm Up) But I'm always down to listen any rock related music sometimes....

Haru: (Giggles Softly) Aww~ Don't tell me you're getting sleepy on me already, Ryuji-Kun~

Ryuji: Nah, just feelin' yawny if anything. College been kickin' my ass with assignments lately. Haven't got that much sleep as I used to even.....

Haru: How come you never come to me fpr assistance? I'd be happy to help out.

Ryuji: (Sighs While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah, but I figured you were already busy with your own thing that I didn't want to be all that much of a bother in the scheme of things.

Haru: (Frowns a Bit) Oh Ryuji, you could never be a bother to me. ('Sigh') But I do get what you're saying though. Things have been a lot more challenging since we've both enrolled to our respective curriculums.

Ryuji: Yeah, but we can worry about that some other time. Right now, I wanna sit back and watch more of this sick Metalocalypse show you've been telling me all about.

Haru: (Rapidly Clapping her Hands in Glee) Ohh I'm so glad you're lliking it so far!~ There's so many more spectacular scenes and moments later down the line that I cannot WAIT to show you!~

'Doorbell Ring'

Haru: Ooh!~ That might be the Trick-or-Treaters outsides!~ (Got Up and Make her Way to the Dpor)

Ryuji: (Follows Behind Haru) You know, you might be the only person I know who's excited to give out candy.

Haru: It always makes me happy seeing everyone enjoying Halloween, nostalgic even.

Ryuji: Yeah, I missed the good ol' days when you dressed in costumes, getting all the treats and candies you've dreamed of having, and egging and tee-peeing on the houses that don't give you any at all.

Haru: (Smirks at Ryuji While Picking Up a Bpwl of Candy From a Nearby Counter) A troublemaker I see~ Ever got caught doing those pranks?~

Ryuji: ('Scoffs') As if. You're talking to the fastest guy on the block here. I never got caught by anyone growing up!....Except for my mom.....and one of the neighbors' dogs......and Ann......and Shiho.......and Ren that one I pranked him- I am not impressing you one bit, aren't I?

Haru: (Giggles Softly) Oh no, I'm impressed alright~ By how cute you are, of course!~

Ryuji: (Glares at Haru) Hey, watch it, sista' Your son fits in the "cute" category, not me.

Haru: (Pouts at Ryuji) Oh hush! There's nothing wrong with having two of my boys as cuties~ (Playfully Pinches Ryuji's Cheek)

Ryuji: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Haru's Antics) C-Cut it out, will ya!?~ You're just as bad as my ma!

Haru giggles some more as she opens the door to see Futuba and the kids standing in front of her doorstep.

Kids: Trick-or-Treat!~ Trick-or-Treat!~ Give us something good to eat!~

Ness: (Bows His Upper Body Down at the Duo) Please and thank you.

Haru: (Gasps Loudly as She Place Both her Hands onto her Cheeks) Oh my gossssssh!~ You all look and sounded so adorable!~

Lavenza: (Happily Bows Down While Lifting the Lower Part of her Princess Dress Slightly Up) Why, thank you!~ We do our best to look our best for the spooky occasion as they say.

Morgana: (Points at Futuba Besides Him While Wearing his Musketeer Costume) Plus, Ms. Nerdy Featherwoman here kept making us sing that sing at almost EVERY place we've visited so far.

Futuba: (Glares at Morgana) Okay, first of all, I'm the Green Neo Featherwoman, thank you. Amd second, would you quit having little faith in me already? Our singing method's working like a charm so far. Mostly.

Ness: (Sighs While Dressed as a Dracula) Here's hoping we can keep it that way without getting into any trouble. (Slowly Turns his Jead at the Potential Culprit) And by "we", I mean you. JUNIOR!

Jr: (Was About to Sneak in Front of the House While Holding a Roll of Toilet Paper Before Stopping at his Tracks Once his Name was Heard) What happen?

Futuba: (Sighs While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Dangit, Junior. I thought I told you no tee-peeing anyone's house tonight!?

Jr: Oh come on, I only got one roll with to use! And besides, didn't you say to trick 'em at some point?

Futuba: Yeah, when they DON'T give you candy, which Haru-san was about to do right now by the way!

Ryuji: Yeah, and you're not even doing it right. You have to step a few inches back from the house, get into your perfect throwing position, and-

Haru: Ryuji! (Turns to the Youngest Koopa) Now, Junior, don't you think it's a bit mean to try and throw paper at someone who's giving out treats?

Jr: ('Sighs in Defeat') It is....Sorry for almost doing so, Ms. Haru.....

Haru: (Smiles Softly) It's quite alright, dear, no harm done. (Place a Few Candy Down on Jr's Bag) I love your costume.

Jr: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks! Sage told me it's suppose to be this Freddy guy from that Elm St. Movie or whatever.

Haru: (Continues Giving Out Candy to Everyone Else) Sage?

Ryuji: Who's that?

Ness: A new friend we met not too long ago.

Morgana: We're about to meet her and the others at Smash Tpwn to try out that new Haunted Mansion place everyone beem talking about. Wanna come with?

Futuba: (Puts on a Grin) I got plenty of spare Feathermen suits for you guys to wear~

Ryuji: Cool, but no can do, you guys. Haru and I already booked to watch a night marathon here.

Futuba: Really? Since when did you guys started hanging out with each other?

Ryuji: (Casually Shrugs) For a while now. Gotta start the dat- I-I mean, the....Friendship Train going! (Chuckles a Bit Awkwardly There) Am I....right?

Futuba: (Squints her Eyes at Ryuji a bit Suspiciously) Hmmmmmmmm- Hrm? (Suddenly Felt her Phone Viberating From her Costume's Pocket as She Takes her Phone Out and Check the Message Sent to Her)

Morgana: Anyways, Ryuji.....(Takes a Regular Size Chocolate Bar From Put of his Bag and Tosses it Towards Ryuji) Catch.

Ryuji: (Catches the Bar Mona Gave him With a Surprised Look on his Face) Ah dude, you're actually giving me your chocolate bar right now?

Morgana: (Happily Nodded) Yep! I already got a few more in the bag and I figured you would want one right about you, you know?

Ryuji: (Forms a Cheeky Grin on his Face) Well, ain't this a surprise!? Thanks, bud!

Haru: (Smiles Proudly at her Son) That is so sweet of you, honey!~

Jr: (Gives Haru the Roll of Toilet he Was Holding) You can have the toilet paper too. You'll probably have more use for it than I ever will.

Haru: (Smiles Softly at Jr) Thank you, sweetie.

Futuba: Holy macaroni! The attraction's about to start in a few minutes! We gotta get a move on, people!

Kids: (Cheers in Rejoice)

Haru: (Giggles Softly) Well, don't let us keep you waiting then.

Ryuji: Yeah, uh....Mona?

Morgana: (Turns Back to Ryuji) Yeah?

Ryuji: Uhh......Listen to what Futuba says and.....Have a good time out there, yeah?

Morgana: Oh uh....(Smiles a Little) Yeah, sure thing. You guys have a good time too. We'll miss you.

Haru: We'll miss you too, baby~

Ryuji: Yeah, and don't worry about your ma, kiddo. (Points at Himself with a Cocky Grin on his Face) She's in good hands by yours truly after all!

Morgana: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, I'll hold you to it, Mr. Bodyguard.

Futuba: (Happily Waves Goodbye to the Duo as She and the Others Take Their Leave) Later guys! Have a Spooooooooky Halloween Night!~

Kids: Byeee!~\ See ya!\ Have a good night!

Haru: (Happily Waves Back at Everyone) Have a spooky Halloween Night yourselves, everyone!~ Enjoy your candy!~ (Watches Futuba and the Kids Leave as She Behins to Let Out a Sigh) I miss them already. (Turns to Ryuji) You okay, Ryuji-san?

Ryuji: ('Sigh') Yeah, a little....(Turns Back to Haru) Sorry for chickening out there, Haru. I don't know what came over me at that moment.....

Haru: That was your nerves showing and it's okay, truly. If anything, I would've done the same in your position.

Ryuji: Yeah, but....I don't wanna make it seem like I'm ashamed of dating you or anything, cuz I'm not.

Haru: (Gently Grabs Ryuji's Hand While Giving him a Sincere, Reassuring Look in her Eyes) I know you aren't, dear. I can tell by the look in your eyes alone that you love, just as much as I love you too. (Kiss the Top of Ryuji's Hand)

Ryuji: (Starta Blushing by Haru's Simple, Yet Effective Display of Affection) ......Damn, Haru. Since when did you became more romantic than I am?~

Haru: (Giggles Softly) When you get arranged to forced marriages as much as I have, you tend to get more romantic knowledge and experiences out of it, for better or for worse.

Ryuji: (Gently Grabs Haru's Hand) I'll make sure to I do everything I can make you happy.

Haru: (Smiles Brightly) Silly~ You've already made me plenty happy just by being here and loving me~ (Gives Ryuji a Kiss on the Cheek) Now, come. I believe we still got ourselves Metal show to watch and our very own cuddle session to proceed going forward~

Ryuji: (Smiles Brightly) Lead the way, ma'am!~

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!~

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foodieforthoughts · 4 years ago

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Journey through time - Part 5

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warnings: fluff and only fluff.

A/N1: Last part to this mini photo series. Thanks to @agniavateira who has provided me with so much inspiration. Also thank you to everyone who read and liked and commented. You guys make me so happy. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

A/N2: I'll be taking a small hiatus from posting fics for now. But I'll be back soon. ❤️

As much as Sy adored his daughter, secretly he had always wanted a son. Two years after Adeline was born, when he was back from his oversees tour for three weeks, Sy took it upon himself to get you round and plump with his kids again. He was overjoyed when you told him over a call that you were pregnant. Although it saddened you both that this time, Sy wasn't going to be around when you gave birth to your child. When you told him he was going to be a father to twin boys, Sy had hollered with glee, making a couple of his men come knocking at his door to see if he way okay. That was a very awkward call, where you were waving at his men while they congratulated you. You sent him a copy of your sonogram, along with a picture of you with Adeline in a care package. "Mini me's," He would say while looking at the picture, "And my princess with my queen." Your heart would flutter like the very first time he had kissed you; upsetting you at the distance and yet also filling you with love. Sy asked his parents to come live with you, help you with Adeline, as you got big and started experiencing difficulty in moving around. When you went into labour, his mother tried to get him on call, just like he had requested. But they were unable to connect to his phone, wondering if he was safe and sound or just away doing things that were expected of him to do as a captain. Your emotions were unbounded when you gave birth to your sons, worrying about Sy and going through the long process without him. The next day, Sy saw his sons for the first time over the video call, happy tears springing in his eyes as you cradled the two boys in your arms. "They have your eyes, Sy. Have you thought of names yet?" You had asked, having decided long time ago that since you had named your daughter, Sy would name his sons. "James and Noah." He had sniffed out, smiling at you lovingly.

Captain Syverson retired as Major Syverson after serving 20 years of active duty. Sy joined as a coach for Little League Baseball team, becoming a favorite amongst his players and their moms. Every morning you would kiss Sy goodbye as he walked out the front door, holding little Adeline's tiny hand in his to drive her to her school on his way to work. Your days were filled with less worrying about Sy's safety and more on providing a loving family for your kids. It helped that at the end of the day, your dining table was occupied with your children and your loving husband, sharing their day's events. Weekends were spent in parks with the whole Syverson clan out for picnics, you watching your husband running around with James and Noah, Adeline who was a spitting image of her father, perched on his strong shoulders. Somedays you couldn't believe your life turned out the way it did, mostly when you would walk inside the living room to find Sy sprawled on the sofa with Adeline curled on his side, James and Noah snoozing on his chest. You would wake him up, carefully peeling your daughter away from her father and take her to bed, while Sy got both boys in his arms with little to no effort and took them to their own room. At the end of the day, when parenthood and responsibilities left you both weary, you and Sy found solace in each other's arms while drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

It was the most devastating day in Sy's life when his teenage daughter told him she wanted to pursue modelling. Adeline was stubborn and opinionated, graced with Sy's beautiful features. He had stared at his daughter with wide eyes, cup of coffee stopping midway to his mouth. "You want me to be okay with grown men gawking at you?" He had gruffly replied, anger evident with his eyebrows knitting together and his lips forming a frown. You had learned over the years to not interfere with Sy's ways of parenting. James and Noah had awkwardly slid off their chairs, both of them avoiding what was to come next. The discussion had ended with father and daughter, arguing with each other, eventually Sy sending a crying Adeline away to her room. Neither of them had spoken to each other the rest of the day, Adeline refusing to eat dinner and Sy drinking too many glasses of whiskey. "I cannot believe she thinks modelling is a career choice." He had scowled later in the night, you both staring at the ceiling while lying in bed. "Didn't you once tell me you had hated your father for sending you off to military school? Do you want your daughter to hate you?" Sy had sighed, turning on his side to face you. "That's different. Adeline's our little girl, it's my duty to protect her." Understanding completely what Sy was feeling as a parent, you had too turned on your side and placed your hand on his scruffy cheek. "You taught her to be strong, independent. She will always be our little girl. Don't you trust her to take decisions for her life? And even if she fails to do what she desires, don't you want to be there for her when she would need her dad?"

The next day you had watched from your kitchen window as Sy and Adeline talked while sitting on the swings in the backyard, ending with long hugs and lots of tears.

While Adeline roamed around the country for fashion shows, Sy groomed his sons to join the army someday. It was not an acceptable behavior, but both of you had your favorites when it came to the twins. Noah, the stronger of the two was decidedly his father's favorite, adding to his delight when by the end of high school, he wanted to go to a military academy. James, the apple of your eye, on the other hand, wanted to become a doctor, much to Sy's dismay. But lessons were learned from the time with Adeline and for that reason only, Sy did not oppose. Noah was sent off to Virginia to a military academy, going on to join the air force as it was affiliated with his school; while James buried himself in studies, moving to Connecticut to attend medical school. Weekends that were spent with picnics in the park, now consisted of video conference calls with your three kids spread out over the country. "It's just going to be you and me in the end." Sy would say, shutting the computer off and looking at you pensively. Wounding your arms around the love of your life, you would rest your head on his shoulder and agree, "Till death do us part."

On your 30th wedding anniversary, Sy gave you an unexpected surprise. He had been missing from the house since morning, only to send a vague text with "Pack your bags and come out in ten minutes." When you walked outside on the front porch, you were left stunned to find Sy dressed in riding gear on a super bike. "I think we need to relive our days from the time we were dating. Come on, I've planned a road trip for us." And with that, Sy had driven all the way to San Antonio for the weekend. With a hotel room on the river, Sy pampered you with all his love and the best Tex-Mex food he could find for you. You spent the day shopping and exploring, while in the night he made love to you with unbridled passion. "My better half," he had called you, kissing your hands while cradling you to his chest. When you both came back home from your trip, you had another surprise waiting for you: Your three children all under the same roof again, holding up a sign board with "Happy anniversary, mom and dad."

Noah had successfully climbed the ranks in the airforce to become Lieutenant at an age younger than when Sy was one. But it was when James, inspired by his twin, decided to join the armed forces as a field doctor, you saw Sy's chest puff in pride. "Syverson men always join the military." He had told his friends over dinner one night, soaking up the praises for his children. Adeline joined a major modelling agency that speared her career forward. She roamed around the globe, sending her old folks trinkets from the new city she was in, and one day added a picture of her and her boyfriend in the mail. Sy turned into a protective father quickly, inviting her and her man to have dinner. "I like him." Your old man had chuckled, when he had scared Adeline's boyfriend, making him blabber incoherently with nervousness. You could only watch in a haze as one day Adeline's boyfriend showed up to your house unannounced, to ask Sy for his daughter's hand in marriage. "Listen boy, Adeline is precious and if you hurt her, you know there wouldn't be anything worse than us. You don't want to be on the bad side of the Syverson men, is that clear?" You had heard Sy warn, a shiver running down your spine listening to his commanding tone, even if the threat wasn't meant for you. A few weeks later, when Adeline was in Paris, she had called home only minutes after the proposal, screaming on the phone that she said "yes." The rest of the night, Sy had you looking at Adeline's baby pictures from old photo albums. "This little bundle would be getting married soon. Can you believe that?" He had laughed, wiping the tear at the corner of his eye and throwing his arm around your shoulders when you couldn't hold onto your own tears.

The day after Adeline, Sy's little girl, was married, he threw a brunch for the newly weds and their families. James and Noah, back from their deployment in time for their sister's wedding, had introduced their own girlfriends to both of you before the ceremony. You knew Sy would never admit it, macho behavior of his never fading, but you could see his eyes glisten watching his family grow. He had tried to keep a straight face throughout the ceremony too, but he had let go of his tears when Adeline had laid her head on his shoulder during their father-daughter dance. Halfway through brunch, Sy pulled you away from the crowd and took you towards the orchard outside the country club. He held your hand while taking you to stand under the shade of a massive tree. "It's like I'm living in a dream." You admitted, looking out at the sprawling orchard, thinking about how you were a mother-in-law to someone. Sy pulled you close to him by your waist, encircling his arms around you. Gray hair on his temples and his face beginning to be marked with wrinkles and yet for you, Sy looked like he had never aged. "I know I don't tell this to you very often, but darlin' running into you, falling in love with you, building a life with you, is the best thing that could have happened to me." He kissed the top of your head, taking your face in his hands before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you and thank you for everything, Sy." You whispered as the birds chirped on the branches above, a whistling breeze blew by carrying the sweet fragrance of fruits in the orchard and you stared at the brilliant blue orbs of the man who had owned your heart and soul since many years ago.

The End.

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sequinsmile-x · 3 years ago

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His Girls

For my dear friend @sweetsecretskeptinside , who loves the idea of Aaron being a girl dad probably more than I do. Part of the Full House series Rating: Mature (for the tiniest bit of spice, but mostly because Emily has a potty mouth)

Trigger Warning: mentions of people throwing up/being sick Read over on a03, or below the cut

“I should cancel.” She says, nervously biting her lip as she readjusted their daughter on her hip. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if I go.”

Ivy was unwell, a cold making their usually happy baby very cranky. Emily was standing by their front door, dressed in a knee length red dress, her hair curled to perfection and her make up painstakingly applied. She looked beautiful, as she always did, but on edge. She had Ivy curled in her arms, the 9 month old practically trying to crawl under her skin as she clambered to get impossibly closer to her mother.

Aaron was usually the favourite, the one Ivy would seek out at any given moment, but as soon as she was sick she was all about Emily. Demanding her mother’s embrace and attention.

“Em, love, it’s your bachelorette party.” He says, trying to reason with her. “If you don’t go it’s kind of pointless.”

“But she’s sick.” Emily rocks Ivy, gently patting her back at the same time to try and soothe the rattle in her chest. Each cough that came from her daughter made Emily’s heart constrict. “She needs me.”

Aaron closes the gap between them then pulls his fiancee and daughter into his arms. “She does, but I’ll be here.” He soothes, pressing a kiss to Emily’s temple. “And you need to go out with your friends, when was the last time you did that?”

He knew the answer was long before Ivy was born, her reluctance to go to bars with Penelope and JJ whilst pregnant born out of being the designated driver, and having to ignore many questions about her sex life with Aaron. He still remembers her coming home one night when she was 5 months pregnant, frustrated to the point of tears over how different things were.

He also knew that some of her hesitance to go out now was that this was the first time she was willingly spending a night away from their daughter. Emily had gone back to work months ago, when Ivy was 4 months old, so had been away on several cases since then, but she’d turned down many requests from Penelope for girls' nights in the interim. Wanting to spend as much time with Ivy as she could when she didn’t need to be away.

Aaron loves her for it, how much she adores their daughter. She was exactly the mother he always knew she would be, the one he assured her she was when she struggled to believe she could do it during her pregnancy and the hard early days of motherhood. But he knew she needed some of her old self back, to remind herself of who she was outside of the BAU and their home. So despite how much he selfishly wanted her to stay home, how he knew Ivy would settle easier with her there, and how he struggled to sleep without Emily next to him, he was encouraging her to go out.

Emily sighs. “A long time ago.” She runs her hand up and down Ivy’s back again, who now had her face pressed into Emily’s neck.

“We’ll be fine here.” Aaron says, gently easing the baby into his own arms. “She’ll go to sleep soon anyway, and then Jack and I will watch a movie.”

Her hands twitch to reach out for Ivy when the little girl starts to cry again, but the doorbell rings before she can talk anymore about cancelling her night out. Emily sighs as she turns to open the door, a fake smile plastered on her face as Penelope enthusiastically greets her, pulling her into a hug.

Ivy cries, drawing the attention back to her. Emily is by Aaron’s side immediately, her hand on her daughter's back. She kisses her hair, soothing her with gentle words.

Aaron and Penelope exchange a quick look whilst Emily kisses the back of Ivy’s head, and an understanding passes between them before Emily can change her mind again about going out.

“Come on.” Penelope says as she links her arm through Emily’s. “The bride-to-be can’t be late to her own bachelorette party.” She tugs Emily towards the door, not really giving her any choice in the matter. “Your adorable mini-me will still be here when you get back.”

Emily throws Aaron a smile over her shoulder as she leaves, watches as he gently bounces a still cranky Ivy. “Call me if you need me to come home.”

“Have fun, sweetheart.” He says as the door closes behind them, unable to resist smiling when he could still hear Penelope’s enthusiastic voice as they walked away from the house. He looks down to Ivy in his arms, and rubs her back when she coughs again. “Why don’t we go see what your brother is up to?”

Ivy promptly throws up on him and he sighs.

It was going to be a long night. ______________________

Aaron is surprised when JJ brings Emily home only three hours later. When he opens the front door and sees her leaning against their friend, a giggle on her lips and a very hazy look in her eyes, he realises this might be the drunkest he’s ever seen her.

“Is she ok?” He asks, not quite covering the panic in his voice as he takes her from JJ, who made sure Emily was fully leaning against him before she let go.

“She got really drunk, really fast.” JJ explains, a sheepish look on her face. “The same thing happened to me my first night out after I had Henry.”

Realisation dawns on him, a memory of Haley getting absolutely wasted her first night out with her friends after she had Jack. Her tolerance changed, but her expectations of her ability to drink wine like it was going out of fashion remained the same.

Emily could drink like no one he had ever met. He attributed it to her growing up in Europe. Wine and hard liquor were her drinks of choice as a teenager, as opposed to the wine coolers and beer she was more likely to have drunk if she had been in the US. He could smell absinthe on her breath, and he wondered if they’d even bothered to eat anything before they went straight into the heavy drinking.

“Thanks for bringing her home, JJ.”

JJ nods at him, and mercifully ignores it when Emily clearly palms the front of his jeans. She always had been a handsy drunk. He thanks JJ again before closing the door, and he thinks logistically about how he was going to get Emily upstairs.

“You’re very handsome.” She slurs into his cheek, hand moving round to his back pocket, slipping in and grabbing a handful of his ass. “So pretty.”

Aaron stifles a laugh, knowing when he tells her about this in the morning she’ll be embarrassed. “Ok, sweetheart.”

She somehow stumbles on the spot and he knows he has no choice but to carry her. He wraps an arm around her back and places one under her thighs, lifting her into his arms. As soon as she is leaning against his chest she loops an arm around his neck, sleepiness taking her almost instantly.

He gets her into bed managing to change her into one of his t-shirts and get her shoes off, tucking her in. When he gets in next to her she rolls towards the edge of the bed. “Need to check on Ivy.”

“Not now, sweetheart.” He laughs pulling her back towards him. “She’s sleeping, just like need to.”

“I need you.”

He kisses the top of her head. “I’m right here.” ______________________

He suddenly wakes up at 1.30am and at first he’s not sure what’s woken him. Aaron sits up in bed and quickly realises it’s empty next to him. He hears retching coming from the ensuite and is out of bed quickly.

He finds her kneeling on the bathroom floor, just flushing the toilet as she sits back, groaning as she turns back to look at him. He sits on the floor behind her and rubs her back. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“I used to be able to drink more than this.” She laments, all but crawling the small distance from where she’d been laying on the bathroom floor into his lap, curling up into him like a cat. “I cannot remember the last time I got sick. I think I was a teenager.”

Aaron smiled to himself as he stroked her hair. She wasn’t wrong, she could usually drink the entire BAU under the table. Derek never learnt, always daring her to drinking challenges he would inevitably lose. The worst Emily ever got was a hangover, a headache that made her head feel like it was going to explode as she begged him to stay in bed with her. He’d never seen her get sick with it before.

“Sweetheart, you had a baby 9 months ago. And you only just stopped nursing her. Your tolerance has probably changed.”

She groans and presses her face into his thigh, curling tighter into his lap. “So what you’re saying is this is our sweet little girl's fault?”

He laughs at that. “No, what I’m saying is that you probably shouldn’t have gone straight for the absinthe.”

He feels her gag at the mention of alcohol and stops himself from laughing, knowing she would kill him for it even in her inebriated state. “Hindsight is a wonderful thing, Aaron.”

Aaron is about to ask her if she is fine to go back to bed when she wrenches herself from his lap, head bent over the toilet bowl again as she throws up again. He holds her hair with one hand and gently rubs her back between her shoulders. “You’re okay, Em.”

She groans, pulling back and leaning against him.

“You done?” He asks gently, hand still rubbing circles on her back. Her answer is a nod, and he flushes the toilet. He gets on his knees to reach for a washcloth off the counter, and he runs it under the tap before sitting back down next to her.

She apologises again as he washes her face gently with a washcloth, wiping away tears and vomit as she murmurs threats towards Penelope that he knows she would never carry out.

“You’re ok, love.” He soothes, pulling her hair back into a ponytail with a hair tie he had found on the floor.

“I’m a mess.” She laments, leaning against him. “I don’t know why you want to marry me.”

“Because I treasure you.” He replies, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Besides this isn’t that different from when you were pregnant with Ivy, except this time I can make it better.”

“You make everything better.” She mumbles into his neck, finally sounding sleepy. Aaron smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“Do you think you can make it to bed?”

She shakes her head against him. “No.” She swallows, grimacing at the taste in her mouth. “You can go though.”

He scoffs. “Like I’m going to leave you on the bathroom floor alone.” Aaron kisses her forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He leaves the bathroom and grabs a couple of pillows from their bed as well as the comforter.

He sits back down on the floor, and settles with his back to the bath, a pillow between him and the hard surface. He pulls her to his side so she can lay on him, a pillow on his thigh for her to rest her head on. When she’s settled against him he places the comforter over her.

“I’m sorry.” She apologies again, words slurring due to her sleepy state and the alcohol in her system.

“Stop apologising.” He replies, cupping the back of her head. “I love you, part of that is looking after you when you’re sick.”

“Even when it’s self-inflicted?”

“Especially then.” He soothes. “It’s just another way you and Ivy are similar.” He jokes. “I’ve had both of you throw up on me tonight.”

She lifts her head, too quickly if the groan that followed was any indication, and looks at him with concern laced through her features. “She was sick? You should have called.”

“Em.” He placates, lowering her head back down into his lap, scratching his blunt fingernails over her scalp. “She is fine, she just coughed a little too much that's all. It was only once.” He continues the way he’s scratching her head, knowing it never fails to lull her to sleep. “Now try and get some rest, baby. I’ll be here if you need me.”

She sleeps for two hours against him, and when it becomes clear she will sleep through what is left of the night he gently removes himself from under her. Despite a slight protest in his back he picks her up off the floor, gathering her into his arms so he can settle her into their bed. She doesn’t wake at all, a true sign of just how much she must have drunk. He places the comforter back over her and puts an empty trash can on the floor on her side of the bed.

Aaron slips into bed next to her and falls asleep as quickly, the warmth of her body providing comfort he could never find elsewhere. ______________________

Emily wakes up in the morning feeling awful. Aaron is not in bed next to her, but there is a glass of water on the nightstand along with some painkillers. She quickly takes them, carefully sipping the water as she does so, her stomach still unsettled.

She gets in the shower, washes away the lingering stench of liquor she swears she can smell on her skin. And she brushes her teeth to get rid of the awful taste in her mouth.

When she gets downstairs no one is in the house. She grabs her cell phone off of the kitchen counter, not even sure how it got there in the first place, and is about to call Aaron when the front door opens.

Aaron walks in, Ivy’s car seat in one hand and a McDonald’s bag in the other. Jack walks in right behind him, another McDonald's bag in his hands and a big smile on his face. As the smell of greasy food gets to her nose she doesn’t think she has ever loved her fiance more.

“You, Aaron Hotchner, are a GOD.” She kisses him before taking the baby carrier from his hand, leaving it to him to sort out whatever food he’d bought. Emily smiles at Ivy as she lifts her out. “Hi sweet girl. I missed you last night.” Ivy coughs against her and Emily frowns at the pitiful sound that comes out of her. “Oh, baby.”

“Em.”

She turns to look at Aaron and can’t help the laugh that escapes her when she sees the pile of hash browns he has bought.

“I love you so much.” She says as she reaches for one. ��I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Me or the hashbrowns?” He quips, a wide smile on his face.

Emily bites into the food in question and groans. “It’s about 50/50 right now I’m not going to lie, honey.” ______________________

Ivy cries throughout their entire wedding ceremony. The little girl reaching for her father from Derek’s arms, clearly feeling as if she was missing out on something.

Aaron looks up at his bride, once again taken aback by how beautiful she looked. She gives him a quick nod before looking down to Jack who was standing by Aaron’s side, and she gives the young boy a wink.

Aaron walks over to the front row and takes Ivy from Derek, her tears clearing up almost instantly when she is in her fathers arms. He goes back to the front, apologising to the officiant before looking back at Emily.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Emily whispers to Ivy. “Didn’t want to miss out on the fun, huh?”

They smile widely at each other when they are told they are man and wife, and she leans forward and kisses him, laughing against his lips when Ivy grabs at her. Tiny fingers digging into the lace of her dress at her shoulder. Emily pulls back from her husband and beams at her daughter, taking her into her own arms. She rests Ivy on her hip and kisses Aaron again.

He places his hand on Emily’s cheek, holds her in place despite the good natured jeering from their guests. When he pulls back he keeps his hand on her face, thumb skimming over her cheek bone. He smiles as he looks at them both together, Ivy resting her head on Emily’s shoulder. He wraps his arm around Jack's shoulder and pulls him towards him, and with his whole family within reach he doesn’t think he’s ever been happier. ______________________

Once the festivities at Dave’s have ended they go back to their own house. Jack and Ivy fast asleep by the time they get home, the long day having taken it out of them. Aaron carries in Jack, and Emily takes Ivy, whispering to him that she’d meet him in their room once they’d settled the kids down.

Aaron pulls Jack’s bedroom door closed behind him and smiles when he sees light still filtering out from under the door to Ivy’s nursery. He walks in and his smile widens when he sees Emily pacing the room, still in her wedding dress, their daughter fast asleep in her arms as she speaks to her in both English and French.

“My girls.” He whispers, and it draws Emily’s attention to him, a beautiful smile on her face and a flush to her cheeks as she sees him.

“She started to wake up when I went to put her down.” Emily explains, tilting her head back to look at the baby against her chest. “Although she seems to be out now.”

“I’ll take her.” He says, reaching his arms out and gently taking Ivy, both relieved when she stays asleep. “You go to bed, love. I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay.” She kisses Ivy’s head. “Goodnight, baby.” ______________________

He helps her unbutton her dress, the tiny buttons down her back almost too small for his hands to undo. She sighs as his hand traces up her spine, loosening the dress over her shoulders. Aaron doesn’t miss how she yawns as she steps out of it, the lingerie underneath the dress briefly distracting him.

She leans back into him, smiling as he wraps his arms around her. “Hi, husband.”

Aaron kisses her temple, his smile wide against her skin. “Hi, wife.” He’s about to trail his hand down her belly, run his fingers over the lace of what she is wearing, but she yawns again and his decision is made.

He shrugs off his jacket and then his shirt, settling the shirt over her shoulders. He turns her around and does up a couple of the buttons before kissing her. When he pulls back he rests his forehead against hers. “Let's get into bed.”

Emily climbs into bed and he follows after stripping off the rest of his clothes. Aaron pulls her towards him, settling her tightly against him.

“Shouldn’t we fuck or something?” She asks, pressing her face into his neck. “It is our wedding night.”

Aaron laughs and grabs her leg, resting it over his waist. He runs his fingers up and down her thigh. “You’re tired, Em. It’s been a long day and you need sleep. We have forever for everything else.”

She hums, sleep already overtaking her. “What did I do to deserve you?”

He kisses her forehead, and gives the only answer he has for her. “You’re you.”

#hotchniss #hotchniss fan fic #hotchniss fanfiction #sickfic #domestic fluff #i just love them happy #so here is something where they are happy #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #likes its so fluffy

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theodora3022 · 4 years ago

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Sheathed Claws (Part 1)

(Yandere Fukuzawa feat.Ranpo as his evil sidekick)

Summary: As a former Assassin himself, the formidable Silver Wolf Yukichi Fukuzawa can see through seemingly perfect disguises. You really should not have chosen ADA to work after fleeing the Order of the Clock Tower.

Notes: I wrote this instead of polishing my Tetchou fic, someone yells at me to do things in order- You can sense clear parental issues here, so enjoy! The reader’s ability is modelled after Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, the ability to control air currents. She is a former assassin leader of the Order of Clock tower, her superior being Lady Agatha Christie. I could have wrote this as a full fic, but I got too excited about a Mori fic and just...went with easy way with this one. The next part would be out next week by the latest.

Special thanks to @killuwumi and @bungoose for beta reading this mess! You guys are the best :))

Warnings: Female reader, Power imbalance, possessive behaviours(in future chapters), mild yandere themes, Ranpo gives horrible relationship advices

You thought your facade is good enough, that your acquaintances are none the wiser. And you are correct, at least to a certain degree. But for a fellow former Assassin, it is not that difficult to decipher from the way you carry yourself. Fukuzawa, the president of your current organization, for one.

You had paid an old friend a good sum, who happens to be a government official, to cleanse your dirty past. Nobody would find anything now, not even yourself.

To avoid any suspicions, you created this bubbly innocent girl mask for your coworkers, to gain their trust so even if the Order finds out about you they would have a hard time pursuing you. You never were particularly close to anyone, even when you let Naomi come to your shopping trips from time to time after her endless pleas. “Your western style is just so cute! I want to try it!!” Of course, you cannot say no. Guess Lady Christie was right, if you wear a mask long enough it would fuse in with your true self.

You act just like any other secretary in the ADA, polite, properly-dressed, hardworking and always ready to pick up any agent’s slack on paperwork(mainly Dazai’s). He notices how you would blend well with the background with that quiet nature, your presence barely noticeable, just like what he used to be in his assassin days. You also have a sweet voice and would look up to him with those adorable feline-like eyes while reading meeting reports to him.

No, no Yukichi, she is your employee, not a stray kitten you encountered in a park. You cannot pat her on the head or squeeze her cheeks, it would be inappropriate. He had to scold himself so very often, whenever you smile to greet him at his desk or wish him a good evening when you leave work. Maybe that is why he hired you, a foreigner with little work experience in Japan.

Since you are only a clerk, Fukuzawa assumed you did not possess a special ability, therefore he did not bother to check your background thoroughly. However, there is something that distinguishes you from the norms like Kirako Haruno or Naomi Tanizaki. Your quick reflexes are unusual for a civilian. His suspicions were confirmed thanks to Ranpo.

When Ranpo accidentally pushed one of his donuts off the table, you snatched a napkin, crouched down and caught the pastry with one hand. All done within half a second, without dropping a single sheet of the files on your other hand. Even Ranpo was impressed and gave you a few words of praise. You responded with a sheepish smile, but that smile does not look so harmless to Fukuzawa anymore. That is when Fukuzawa took a particular interest in you, who are you really? Those moves would take years of training to mould into one’s instincts.

You have hidden pockets in that skirt? He could just be paranoid, but that size is enough to fit a mini-gun or a dagger. In fact, you do carry these things around, old habits die hard. Decades of Assassin life had made you insecure without a weapon to hold. But young women often carry self-defence mechanisms right? Surely you would need them since you are just so cute. Is he just overthinking things?

Using his connections, the ADA president got a copy of your records from the Government Database. But they are nothing out of the ordinary, almost too normal. Maybe you are just blessed with natural talents, not some government spy. Because that could mean big problems, as Fukuzawa hates the government to stick their noses into his Agency.

“(Y/n)-san? She is a nice girl. She is always willing to help out everyone with their troubles. Hah, one time she even went to drag Dazai out from a ditch!”

“When the powers are out, (y/n)-chan brought lots and lots of candles for us. I cannot be more grateful.”

“She loves sweets and would often bake me some! (y/n)-chan calls me her test subject for her confectionery arts, not that I mind as long as I get half of her chocolate cookies!”

Only words of praise and gratitude, Fukuzawa cannot seem to find a single bit of negativity related to you? You are so friendly towards everyone, no one ever saw you in a different mood other than cheerfully happy.

The more Fukuzawa learns about you, the more invested he becomes. Even though it started as an investigation, he had grown fond of you rather quickly. Soon enough he finds himself smiling back to your greetings and goodbyes, even sneaking gazes full of fondness when you were not noticing.

Hm, so the agency president had taken a special interest in you huh? That is better than ideal. Now you can sleep soundly at night without ten traps set up in your apartment. People usually protect what they love right? Now you got the powerful Silver Wolf, an elite swordsman as your bodyguard!

These little actions did not get past the observations of Ranpo Edogawa. You are pleasant to have around, and if you marry the president would mean you would never leave the ADA right? He can have those delicious sweets for the rest of his days! His sensei is happy, and he got an endless supply of delicious food, sounds like a win-win to him.

So when Fukuzawa asked him to use his Ultra Deduction on you, little Ranpo did not suspect a thing and gladly obliged.

“(y/n)-chaan is a skilled assassin, with at least ten years of experience...And served in the Order of the Clock Tower as one of their finest knights, but she is currently on exile.” Ranpo and Fukuzawa exchange a glance, mixed with shock and horror. Both stayed silent for a while, digesting the unbelievable truth Ranpo just dug up.

So, his hunch was correct. But how can you, a charming lady who would help the elderly to cross the street, would give up your seat on the train to pregnant women, would help out anyone in need used to be a cold-blooded assassin? (These are all classic kindness gestures in Asia, in case anyone is confused)

Can Fukuzawa imagine you in black tights(eh idk how this came up), ending people’s lives while lurking in the shadows? No, it is physically impossible. He lived that kind of life, how can you turn out to appear so innocent? Unless you hid your evils exceptionally well. This sends a chill down his spine, the thought of someone who can fool the entire Agency of intelligent agents…

You may not harbour any ill-will towards them yet, but you still pose a major potential risk regardless. You can feed the agents poisonous cakes and even Kunikida would eat them without question. Some precautions need to be taken.

“Sensei, you like (y/n)-chan, right? Why not take her in and watch her every move, make sure she is no threat?” Another win-win situation, if you ask Ranpo. You would have all the time in the world to bake! Wouldn't that be amazing?

His smart apprentice never disappoints.

#yandere #yandercore #yandere x you #yandere bsd #yandere fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #bungou stray dogs fukuzawa #yandere fukuzawa x reader

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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christmas with the camerons

gif from @toesure (doesn’t really fit but baby blue suit rafe has my heart)

wordcount: 1.9k

Two nights before Christmas, the Cameron family held their infamous holiday party. It was extravagant and well-known throughout the Outer Banks, and Sophie’s mom was practically giddy with excitement when she found out Sophie was going. When she came down the stairs, all dressed up and filled with nervous energy, her mom scanned her over.

“That looks good. Just make sure you’re careful when you lean over so it’s not slutty.” She tugged at the strap of Sophie’s dress, pulling her up straight.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Alice, she looks great.” Her dad chimed in, giving Sophie a reassuring smile.

Her mom just nodded, reaching out to fix a stray strand of Sophie’s hair and frowning when Sophie flinched away. “Be sure and behave, Sophie, you could make a lasting impression there. Surely you remember your etiquette classes you took at the academy?”

“I remember, Mom.” She twisted her bracelets, glancing at the time on her phone.

“Please don’t bring up the environment, at least, no one likes a woman that has far too much to say. And stand up straight.”

“Jesus, Mom, she’ll be fine. I’m the one that never paid attention in etiquette anyways.” Her brother Carter strolled down the stairs, swinging his keys around his finger. “Ready to go, Soph?”

Sophie nodded quickly and headed out the door with Carter, who was dropping her off. The car ride was fairly quiet, Sophie too anxious to keep up with small talk. She felt extra subconscious coming out of the old, slightly used car while the other cars parked along the drive were Audis and BMWs.

“Hey.” Carter caught her attention just before she shut the door. She paused and turned back. “Oh, sorry, thanks for the ride.”

“It’s nothing. Hey, you look good. Don’t think about what Mom said.” He held out his hand, handing her a mini shooter bottle of tequila. She laughed. “Carter, I cannot go into this drunk -”

“It’s one shot, Soph, if you’re drunk after this we have a bigger problem.” He grinned and pressed it into her hand. “Throw it into your purse for later. You’ll kill it.”

She grinned back, finally feeling a little at ease. “You promise you’ll pick me up if I need it?”

“At your beck and call, one night only.” He promised. “Go.”

She gave him another smile before tucking the shooter into her purse and walking in, head held high and forcing herself to look as confident as possible. (She had used the same technique before, Halloween night when she finally told Rafe how she felt about him, but she felt miles out of her league this time.)

Rafe had been waiting upstairs in his room, pacing back and forth until he got the text that she’d arrived. He came downstairs with the biggest grin once he saw her. “Soph, hey!” She grinned back, growing at ease. “Hey you. You look incredible.”

He greeted her with a kiss and ran his hands down her sides. “You look gorgeous. Seriously.” She blushed, trying to hold back her smile. “Quit.”

“Never. I’m gonna tell you that all night.” He wrapped her in a hug, frowning a little when she didn’t relax into his arms. “You feel alright? Excited?”

“Ah...just a little nervous.” She admitted.

“Just, uh...think of it as a frat party.”

“Rafe.”

He laughed. “Okay, okay, think of it as formal. You survived that just fine. I thought you liked parties though?”

She lowered her voice, eyes flitting around at the expensive-looking couples walking by. “Yeah, parties with beer pong and people downing White Claws, not parties with, like, waltzes and Veuve Clicquot champagne.”

“Ah. Dom Perignon, actually.” He corrected, and she let out a small groan and dropped her head to his chest. “Please say you’re kidding.”

“Only the best for the Cameron Christmas party.” He squeezed her hip gently and tilted her head up. “Seriously though, it’s nothing to stress about. Just dinner, drinks, some dancing and then we can ditch and go get wasted at Topper’s.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve done this your whole life.”

“Yeah, so I’m the perfect person to be with tonight.” He kissed her again. “Let’s go find our spot at the table, I have to introduce you to my dad.”

She froze. “I have to meet your dad?”

He put both hands on her shoulders, shaking her a little to get her to relax. “You thought you were coming to a party hosted by my dad and wouldn’t meet him?”

“I...no? Figured he’d be busy?”

“Well yeah, but later. C’mon, we should get this over with.” Rafe took Sophie’s hand and tugged her toward the head table, where a seat was reserved for her. She leaned back on her heels, stopping him. “Do we really have to? Can’t I sit with Kelce and Topper or something at their table?” He shook his head. “No, you’re my guest. I just need to introduce you real quick, we’ll do the whole thing and then we can get out of here. Deal?”

Sophie adjusted her dress and stood up straight, unsure. “Do I look fine?”

“You look perfect. Promise.” He reassured her with a quick kiss to her forehead, then led her over to his dad, seated and waiting. Ward rose when he saw them, offering a polite smile and extending his hand. “Is this your guest tonight, Rafe?”

“Yeah, Dad, this is my girlfriend Sophie.”

“Oh, the girl from your marketing class? Rhodes, right?”

Sophie paused mid-shaking Ward’s hand, her already-forced smile faltering. “No, sir, it’s Flint. Sophie Flint.”

“Of course!” Ward recovered quickly, but Sophie didn’t miss the glance he shot to Rafe. “Nice to meet you, Sophie. You met Rafe at school?”

“In high school, Dad, she grew up here. Went to Greenville with Sarah.” He paused, growing a little tense. “I’m pretty sure I told you that. Remember, her dad was my golf instructor at the course growing up? Jeff Flint?”

“Right, right.” Ward nodded. Rafe squeezed Sophie’s hand a little too tight, knowing damn well his dad had only dropped him off at five lessons total growing up and just bothered to pay the check instead.

“Thank you again for the invite, Mr. Cameron. This party is really nice.” Sophie tried ending the conversation, gesturing at the opulent atmosphere.

“I’m glad you could come. Make sure Rafe here doesn’t ruin it,” Ward joked, and Rafe was practically breaking her hand at that point from squeezing so tight. She just gave him a tight smile and pulled Rafe away, not speaking until they were hidden away on the wrap-around porch.

“Shit, Rafe.” She cursed, tugging her hand out of his grip. He frowned and instantly took it back, a lot gentler, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles before rubbing his thumb over her hand. “Sorry, just - fuck, he pisses me off -”

“I know, I know. It’s okay.” Sophie paused, lowering her voice a little. “Who’s the girl from your marketing class?”

“Oh, her.” Rafe rolled his eyes, annoyed. “Lexie Rhodes, we were in some group project together for the semester and I guess my dad does business with her family or whatever. He tried to set us up.”

“Wait. Rhodes, like, Rhodes Tower in Columbus? The really tall one?”

“Yeah, exactly.” He nodded.

She hummed in recognition, trying her best not to grow nervous again at another reminder of how out of place she was. “Alright.”

“Hey, wait, I didn’t consider it or anything. Nothing happened.”

“No, no, I didn’t think that. S’okay.”

“Okay.” He nodded, wearing a small frown, and Sophie smoothed the pad of her thumb over the corner of his lips. “That wasn’t terrible, was it?”

“No, he’s just rude and can’t remember our entire conversation from last night at dinner. I told him everything about you.” He huffed and she raised her eyebrows. “Everything?”

“Yeah, where we met, our group project, how you hated me for years -”

“Rafe, I didn’t hate you -” She only cut herself off when she noticed his smirk. “Quit, I can’t handle that tonight!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nudged her shoulder. “We have to go back, my dad’s gonna kill me if we’re not seated for the start of dinner.”

She nodded and followed along, shooting him a grateful smile when he pulled out the chair for her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. They made it through dinner without incident, both Sarah and Wheezie keeping her nerves down with jokes about the rest of the guests and stories of past Christmas parties. She eased up a little after a few glasses of champagne, the bubbles going straight to her head. Rafe didn’t bother to cut her off when he caught her stumbling a little in a twirl, just laughing and holding her close instead.

After being out for longer than planned on the dancing floor, Rafe brought Sophie back inside to his room. She wore his suit jacket over her dress, the sleeves going a good six inches past her fingertips. “You look adorable.” He grinned, letting her take a seat on the bed while he rolled up his shirt sleeves. She pouted, a little tipsy. “Thought you said I was gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous, and adorable, and beautiful, and fucking stunning.” He told her, smirking when she turned red. “Let me use the bathroom then we can head to Topp’s, alright?”

“Alright.” She nodded. After a second, curiosity got the best of her and she googled the brand of Rafe’s suit jacket she wore and winced at the pricetag, quickly exiting the tab and closing her phone. He came back out a few moments later, hair a little unkempt just how she liked it. “Ready, baby?”

“It’s okay that I’m here, right?”

He raised his eyebrows, confused. “In my room? Yeah, why?”

“No, at the party. I mean.” She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “I was out of place all night.”

Rafe frowned and sat next to her, taking her hand in his. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Normally she’d keep this in, but loose lips got the best of her. “Your dad is trying to set you up with probably one of the richest girls at Ohio State and you’re just dating your golf instructor’s daughter. The only reason I ever saw you at the country club growing up was because my dad had a free membership from teaching.”

“Sophie...” He slid his hand to her thigh, squeezing her knee.

“Sorry, just, um. Is that what you want? I don’t want to hold you back.”

“What?! No, no, Soph, no.” Rafe tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear to get her to make eye contact. “Where is this coming from?”

She shrugged, growing a little embarrassed. “I just thought about it. Look, it doesn’t matter, we can just go to Topper’s party.”

“That’s not what I want, Sophie, I want you.” He frowned, unsure of how to convince her further. “That stuff doesn’t matter to me, not at all. Promise.”

The half-hearted reassurance didn’t do much to help her, but Sophie nodded and forced a smile, giving him a quick kiss before standing. “Alright. Just needed to hear that, I guess. I’m ready to go.”

He paused before standing too. “You’re sure? I like you, Sophie. You’re my girl.”

She pushed any uneasy thoughts to the back of her mind and smiled genuinely at his last sentiment. “Come on, handsome. Party awaits.”

He gave her a longer-than-normal hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead before escorting her back downstairs, mind racing with uncertainty.

#rafe x sophie #rafe cameron #mine #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x oc #rafe cameron fanfic #outer banks fanfic #college rafe #frat rafe

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acesydneysage · 3 years ago

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A Sydney and Eddie retrospective

@vablappreciationweek Favorite familial relationship: The Melrose Twins

Part 1, Books 1-3: The Nice, Cute Trilogy Where a Friendship Blooms and Nothing Bad Happens

Part 2

In Bloodlines, Sydney and Eddie are still getting to know each other. Eddie seems to find Sydney's awkwardness endearing, and they have a certain camaraderie as The Responsible Ones. I think the first time he calls her sis is really cute, even if they don't actually think of each other as siblings yet:

I guess I shouldn’t say everything that comes to mind,” I murmured to Eddie. I was used to being direct in social situations, but it occurred to me that simply saying “Yeah, totally!” would’ve probably been the correct response. I’d had few friends my own age and was out of practice. Eddie grinned at me. “I don’t know, sis. You’re pretty entertaining as you are. Keep it up."

There's a lot of cuteness. Eddie insists on teaching Sydney how to throw a puch, to keep his promise to Clarence. And there's this adorable little fist bump too:

I returned to my desk and received an approving fist bump from Eddie. “Nice work. You don’t have to take a real class. Of course, if she’s got you reading Latin, maybe it’ll be worse than a real class.” “I like Latin,” I said with absolute seriousness. “It’s fun.” Eddie shook his head and said in a very, very low voice: “I can’t believe you think we’re the strange ones.”

That last line brings me to the conflict. Even if the power dynamics for it to be oppression aren't there (and Eddie can't exactly claim his society treats humans amazingly well in my opinion), having someone think that you're an evil, unnatural creature cannot be fun. They mostly don't let it get too far because they're both very professional, so what you get is a thoughtless comment from Sydney and answering jab from Eddie.

“Even a dhampir like you should know that.” He smiled ruefully. ‘“Even a dhampir like me?’” I supposed I’d been a little insulting, but it couldn’t be helped. [...] That wry smile returned. “Everything’s black and white with you Alchemists, isn’t it? Do you think you can really stop her from doing anything? You should know better. Even your childhood couldn’t have been that abnormal.” With that slap in the face, Eddie stalked off, leaving me aghast.

The more explicit conflict they have surrounds Jill's dating life, and the taboo of vampire/human relationships, and that's how we get Lee. The mini-golf family outing is very cute, the twins actually talk in sync at one point, Eddie steps up when he thinks Adrian is making Sydney unconfortable, and he claims that the Dracula statue incident is the first time he heard her laugh. But of course it leads to trouble in the form of Jill's escapade with Lee.

When Sydney explodes about feeling like their mom afterwards (I love that speech), Eddie is included for not scaring off Micah. He's honestly regretful about not pulling his weight, even though she says he's not as bad as the others. I think their relationship is pretty smooth from then on. After that talk they seem to understand each other better.

“Spirit users can take antidepressants, can’t they? If he’s worried about it becoming a problem, then he needs to step up and take charge. He has a choice. He’s not helpless. There are no victims here.” Eddie studied me for several seconds. “And I thought I had a harsh view on life.” “You have a harsh life,” I corrected. “But yours is built around the idea that you always have to take care of other people. I was raised to believe that’s necessary sometimes but that everyone still needs to try to take care of themselves.” “And yet here you are.”

The similarities between Sydney and Eddie's worldviews should be taken as a sign that Guardian ideology is about as messed up as Alchemist ideology, to be honest. But other than her hang-ups about vampires she always thought pretty highly of him:

Eddie was the one who finally spoke, his words soothing and kind. He so often gave off the impression of a do-or-die warrior that it was surprising to realize he was actually very compassionate.

Once Adrian tells her about Mason, she has more insight into the tragic past he hides behind his easygoing nature. I'm keeping this the happy post,more on Eddie's tragic past on the next one. By the end of the book, they've spent a more significant amount of time together, and even though Sydney is not great a reading people and Guardians are probably very good at hiding their feelings, she's the one who notices his feelings for Jill, because she's the one who's paying attention to him.

In The Golden Lily, Sydney is already pretty fond of the whole gang (and feeling pretty conflicted about it), and they clearly like her a lot, too. She spends only a weekend away and she already misses all of them. Eddie is so relieved she's back in town to save him from the crazy. There's more talk about their similarities, "Like me, he understood duty", and they continue to have Mom Friend and Dad Friend solidarity:

Jeans, khakis, a few solid colored T-shirts. They were very practical, very much something a no-nonsense guy like Eddie would pick out. I approved. “The size actually looks right. Good eye. We’ll have to send you out shopping more often.” “If that’s what I have to do,” he said, face serious. I couldn’t help but laugh in surprise. “I was joking.” I put the shirts back in the bag. “I know that couldn’t have been fun.” Eddie’s face gave nothing away. “Oh, come on. It’s okay. You don’t have to play stoic with me. I know you didn’t enjoy it.” “I’m here to do a job. Doesn’t matter if I enjoy it or not.” I started to protest but then thought better of it. After all, wasn’t that my philosophy too? Sacrificing my own wants for higher goals? Eddie was intensely dedicated to this mission. He never backed down. I expected nothing less from him than single-minded focus. [...] “Sydney,” he said gently. “You’re the most responsible person I know, but this isn’t what you’re here to do. You don’t have to take care of everything and everyone.” “I don’t mind,” I said automatically. “It is what I’m here for.” But even as I said it, I wondered if that was true. A bit of the anxiety from the bunker returned, making me question if what I did was truly Alchemist responsibility or the desire to help those who—against protocol—had become my friends. “See? Now you sound just like I did earlier.” He stood up and flashed me a grin. “You want to come with me to Adrian’s? Be responsible together?”

Of course by this point Sydney is unconfortable with her image as the hyper responsible one who's all about duty and never has fun. With Sydney encouraging Eddie in his feelings for Jill, and Eddie thinking Sydney going out on a date isn't a bad idea, thoughout TGL they're telling each other that it's okay to have feelings and relax a little, and not be completely focused on duty all of the time. "I'm not gonna do it, but you totally should."

Sydney explicitly thinks of Eddie and the gang as her friends at this point. I don't have anything to say about this, it's just cute banter, I'm gonna claim that it shows that they already have a more relaxed, friendly dynamic:

Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. “Improving how exactly?” I asked. “In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?” “Or in turning off caps-lock?” added Eddie. “You noticed that too?” I asked. “Hard not to,” he said.

Eddie just happens to be hanging around her dorm at the time her date comes to pick her up for reasons, very good ones I'm sure (“And I was here to, um…”). He seems to spend a signicant amount of time discussing Sydney's love life with the gang.

Eddie is now more open and vulnerable with Sydney, talking to her about his feelings for Jill and how hard it is to touch her during sparring lessons, and about how unconfortable he is with Angeline's unwanted advences. He sees her as an ally in that area:

“There’s a Halloween Dance?” Eddie dragged himself from his misery to give me a surprised look. “How do you not know? There are signs everywhere.” I stirred around my steamed vegetables. “They must not be anywhere I’ve been.” Eddie gestured with his fork to something behind me. [...] “How can you memorize entire books but miss something like that?” asked Angeline. “Because Sydney’s brain only records ‘useful’ information,” Eddie said with a smile. I didn’t deny it. “Don’t you think Eddie should go?” pushed Angeline. “He needs to watch out for Jill. And if he goes, we might as well go together.” Eddie shot me a desperate look, and I tried to find him a way out of this.

They already know each other better at this point, and what to expect. Also, this little passage just screams SIBLINGS to me:

“You’re going to this one, aren’t you?” asked Eddie. “With Brody?” “Brayden. And I don’t know. We haven’t even had our second date. I don’t want things to move too fast.” “Right,” Eddie said. “Because there’s no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance.” I was about to get him back by suggesting maybe he and Angeline should go together after all when Jill and Micah joined us.

It really pains Sydney to see Eddie hurting, and she feels like his insistance in staying away from Jill and encouraging her relationship with Micah is masochistic. And she talks him up to Jill when she shows interest.

In the end, Eddie goes along with the plan to keep Sydney out of the loop when they raid the Warrior's compound. He has a whisper fight with Adrian where I assume he convinced him to let it go, and he's the one to put a tracking device in Sydney's purse. Sydney considered the whole thing a pretty big betrayal of all of them, her vampire friends and Alchemists alike.

When the raid goes down, Eddie can't get to Sydney, and she motions at him to go without her. According to Adrian, when Eddie came out without Sydney he was "babbling" about how she'd gone out some random door. He was obviously pretty worried about her:

“Sydney!” he exclaimed. He immediately released Angeline’s hand and hurried over to me, astonishing me with a hug. “Thank God you’re okay. I hated having to leave you there. That wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to have gotten you out with Sonya.” “Yeah, well, maybe next time, someone can fill me in on the plan,” I said pointedly. Eddie grimaced. “I’m sorry about that. I really am. We just…” “I know, I know. Didn’t think I’d go along with it, were afraid something would go wrong, etc., etc.” “I’m sorry.” I didn’t entirely forgive him, but I was too tired to push the matter much further. “Just tell me this,” I said, lowering my voice. “Were you just holding hands with Angeline?” He blushed, which seemed ludicrous after the fierceness I’d seen him pull off back at the compound.

Sydney still didn't fully forgive any of the Palm Springs gang for this, but it also drove a rift between her and the Alchemists, which helped do away with the conflict she felt about liking them.

On to The Indigo Spell, Eddie's the only person Sydney trusts with her car which is a high honor.

I took my car keys out of my bag and reluctantly handed them over to Eddie. He was the only one I trusted to drive my car, and I always let him borrow it when I left town, in case he needed to run errands for our group. “Here you go. I better get it back in one piece. Do not let Angeline near the driver’s seat.” He grinned. “Do I look suicidal? I probably won’t even use it. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the airport later?”

When Marcus gives sydney a black eye, she feels like Eddie might want to hunt down her assailant, which I feel goes a bit beyond the immediate protection he'd give just anyone who needed it. When Sydney starts going on super secret meetings with rebel alchemists she decides the Eddie is the man to call for protection:

I’d been a little hesitant to let Eddie in on Marcus. Eddie certainly wasn’t going to turn Marcus or me in to the Alchemists for sideline plotting. That being said, I also didn’t want Eddie to think the Alchemists were involved in nefarious schemes against the Moroi. That might very well be something Eddie would relay back to his own people, which could in turn cause all sorts of diplomatic problems. Even this hint of the Alchemists potentially being in contact with the Warriors was dangerous. I decided that having Eddie as protection was worth the risk of him hearing something he shouldn’t. He was my friend, and I trusted him.

When Eddie hears that there might be a connection between the Alchemists and the Warriors, and that the later might be after Jill, he trusts Sydney to find out what's going on and help him keep Jill safe, which is pretty much the most important thing in the world to him:

“It’s all circumstantial,” argued the scientist in me. “Sydney,” said Eddie. I turned to him and saw something in his eyes I’d never expected to see: pleading. He didn’t care about Alchemist conspiracies or Marcus’s Merry Men. What he cared about was Jill, and he’d heard something that made him think she was in danger. That was unacceptable in his world. He would do anything in his power to keep her safe, but even he knew stealing information from the Alchemists was out of his league. It was pretty much out of mine too, but he didn’t know that. He believed in me, and he was silently begging me to help.

So they both really trust each other at this point. It's Eddie's pleading and her own worry for Jill that convince Sydney to take the pretty big risk of stealing Alchemist files.

I had to stop myself from adding a bunch of instances of Eddie blushing that aren'tactually that relevant to their relationship, so I have to agree with Sydney that blushing Eddie is adorable:

Eddie still looked way too serious for this discussion. “Maybe Eddie would volunteer,” I suggested. “I bet guardian posture would be great on the catwalk.” He blushed, which even I had to admit was adorable.

Eddie talks pretty openly to Sydney about his relationship with Angeline throuhgout the book, and then when that implodes spectacularly he agrees to talk to Sydney about it. They meet at a cafe and when the scene starts Sydney claims they had been there for almost an hour. Eddie Castile spent AN HOUR talking about his feelings with Sydney Sage, I just love that. The serious, dedicated Guardian allowing himself to be vulnerable and to be conforted. Then we get this beautiful, beautiful little exchange:

“Thanks for the moral support,” Eddie told me. “Sometimes it feels like you really are a sister—” That was when my car exploded. Sort of.

Interrupted by an exploding car because I can't have nice things. During that conversation Sydney was feeling pretty terrible herself, and she can't talk about her fight with Adrian. But that makes her wish that at least Eddie could be happy even more.

At this point I consider them to absolutely be ACTUAL TWINS, but I'm gonna have to leave the second half of the series, where Sydney and Eddie prove their love for each other in the most painful way possible, for a part 2.

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thenotetoselfpod-hq · 4 years ago

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“The answer is yes if you were wondering if y’all were spoiled. Whew, Chile. Don’t ask me for NOTHIN’ else.” Zion chuckled sweetly as she dramatically cleared her throat. “Lets get into it. Welcome back to another episode of the Note to Self podcast where we talk all things self care of the body, spirit, mind, work ethic, sprinkled in with a whole lot of motivation to carry us into a new day. I am your host Zion Taylor and with me in my makeshift studio is my lil baby who listens to all of my problems, my boss friend THEEEEE Brilliant O’neal.” Zion air claps as she smiles over at Brilliant. “How are you on this lovely day, mama?”

“Hey, hey, hey! I’m so excited to speak to the note to self listeners all over, it’s been fun listening in and making my own input here and there but wheww being here feels so rewarding.” She said warmly before playfully exhaling. “I’m doing good, managing like I usually do but good nonetheless. How are you?! What jewels do you plan on dropping for the people today?”

“I’m probably doin’ a little less good than you since you’re managing but girl .. I cannot complain at all. So thankful to have you here for this episode and to just catch up. We’ll get into the tea of it all a little later. We start every episode with a brief recap and I wanted to thank everyone, again, for all of the love. I hope you all were inspired to really keep killing shit in the industry that you’re in and watch the doors open up for you. Last weeks top listeners were the beauty that is known as @royalnike who spoke about her Black Owned Mechanic business and the short term goals that she has for herself in that business. Of course you, Mrs. Brilli Dis, founder and owner of The Glamour Parlor, and the beautiful @syxrai, who I’m obsessed with on IG by the way, but who also is a film producer ALL shared your short term goals which inspired me tremendously. If you missed out on that go give it a listen and drop your own goals in the comment section.

Music is the only thing that gets me through my week sometimes. This week is on you because Channing is still pressed about Good Days so that shit rings in my head every day because of her.” Zion laughed, “What have you been listening to this week? Any new music you wanna share? Put us on.

Brilliant cracked up in laughter at the mention of Channing. “That baby got taste, because that’s my jam! But this week I’ve been on my Gangsta Brilli, I’ve been playing A Gangsta’s Pain by MoneyBagg on repeat. I think his track with Jhené is the perfect vibe, so if y’all need something to vibe to, with a nice little glass of wine, One of Dem Nights, but the whole album bops.”

“Okaaaay. Now see I haven’t always been a MoneyBaggYo fan up until his songs started getting airtime on the radio. I’ma definitely have to give that a listen once Channing is done boppin’ to her fave.

And that brings us right into the TEA for the day. I’ve known Brilliant for several years now and I feel like I’ve only known her as this amazing business women, wife and mother. We both know how crazy it can be going from Hashtag Living Single to Mommy Duties real quick once you’re married and have wifely duties, etc. How long did you know your Husband before you two decided to make it official AND tie the knot? Was marrying young something that you were open to or did it not matter? What’s that young love story you can’t wait to share with your kids?” Zion smiled as she looked over at Brilliant.

“So I always tell people that me and my husband’s love story is literally crazy, and I don’t think it could’ve happened any other way. Because were short on time, for the real how we met tea, watch our YouTube video! But..I think we dated for about a year before I got pregnant and just because of the type of man he is and how in love we were, and how happy we were when our son Justice was born, we got married when he was about 3 months. I honestly didn’t see myself marrying that young or having children..and my life did a whole 180. I just thought damn I’ll probably hate it here but when you have that person to make those defining moments with..it was a breeze and I found myself being happier with my little family than when I ran the streets. I don’t think marrying young is for everyone but when you make the right decision..man the moments you’ll create..priceless. Still a hot girl though, don’t get that twisted.” She said with a playful laugh.

“EXACTLYYY. I have to remind Lex all the time when he sees me playing dress up in my boots and coochie cutters that mama BEEN a stallion, okay?! Hot Girl Summer me, please!” She laughed, “No but seriously the feeeeels. I’m obsessed with the love you two have for each other. It’s infectious. But I’m sure it hasn’t always been cupcakes and rainbows, right. Y’all, shit gets real after the wedding and the vows and even after that honeymoon phase. I know for me and Carmelo, I’m more of the opinionated one and I really had to learn to step down and let my man LEAD our home. We were pregnant before the wedding ... liiike ya girl had her dress taken OUT 4 times before I was satisfied with how my hips looked in it.” She chuckled, “You said something so special, when you have that person to make memories with you will DEFINITELY not want to live a single day without them and expanding that love into children only makes it better. Melo was trying to get me pregnant BEFORE he proposed to me and I wasn’t having it because at the time I was dealing with fertility issues and having a baby seemed damn near impossible. I always say that he spoke the life of our son, Lexington, into existence because I didn’t think that I could physically carry.” She stated, smiling again at the thought.

“I remember you alls last video where you announced the pregnancy of my other child, Jewel” She chuckled, “Um, what was the experience like for you? Having to go through all that you did for the blessing that is currently your literal shadow. She looks like her Daddy but has your everything else. What was that like?”

“That’s your child for sure.” She said with a laugh. “It was actually on the difficult side, she’s my rainbow baby. I suffered a miscarriage and some issues with fertility so I actually got pregnant with Jewel through IVF. I adore her, it’s scary having a mini version of myself. Someone who’s with all my hair, makeup and nail antics because my son Justice is not with it at all! He won’t even let me take his picture half the time.” She laughed momentarily. “I know it’s the same way with you and my baby Channing”

“I can imagine it being extremely difficult. When God’s mind is made up we can only pray that He’s included us in His plans and when he made Channing? He definitely had me in mind.” She laughed. “I still don’t know how we got so lucky but I don’t question anything. She’s obsessed with all of my clothes and hair and everything in between.”

“The last thing I wanted to talk to you about is what’s been going on in the media with Porsha, Falynn, and the Husband who I don’t even know his name yet. So Porsha Williams brought onto the Real Housewives of Atlanta show her friend Falynn a few years ago. Maybe like two seasons ago. This is someone who was also featured on this last season of the RHOA show that was filmed in 2020. Apparently the two are no longer friends and Porsha is now ENGAGED to Falynns’ Husband because they haven’t even gotten a divorce yet. I wan’t to know your thoughts on the whole situation. What type of friendship dynamic do you think they had for Porsha to be comfortable MARRYING this man?”

“Engaged. To. A. Former. Friend’s. Husband.” She said slowly before letting out a low sigh. “Now, the first mistake she made was being engaged or dating a man who is still married. I don’t care what the circumstances are, he is legally married! It is literally code and decency not to date or marry after your friends. If y’all are friends or have ever called each other friends, that’s just unacceptable. I would beat the breaks off anyone I called a friend for going after my husband if we ever were to divorce. That’s just grimy and I don’t think Falynn is mad enough. I do know though, one of my followers who is a hair stylist said how she married one of her old client’s ex husband and child’s father. Do you think that’s acceptable? Say I did a woman’s hair for years and nothing besides that and I went on to date her ex?”

“Absolutely not. Unacceptable and I’m the type of crazy that belongs in jail so you already know how that’s gone gooo. It’ll forever be up until they give me life.” Zion laughed and shook her head, “Period. Porsha is most definitey a fucked up individual but I would LOVE to hear y’alls thoughts on the matter so leave alll comments in the comment section below.”

“Thank you all so much for listening to me and Brilliant catch up. Brilliant please tell my listeners where they can follow you and how they can support The Glamour Parlour. Alsooo, when’s the next brunch or giveaway?”

“It has been sooo fun talking with you! I’m glad I got the opportunity to talk with to boss friend Zion! I get this question a lot..so often.” She let out a low laugh. “All I’ll say is to stay tuned, we’ll be turning up soon and the giveaways won’t stop!”

“Ayyyy so there it is people, the beautiful Brilliant O’neal. Be sure to check her out across all social media platforms at @brillixdis and I’ll talk to you in the next episode. Byyyyyyyye.”

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girllovescomic · 5 years ago

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Winter Begonia recap episode 22

The beginning of the episode is a recap of the last episode, where XIao Zhouzi begs Shang Lao Ba to take him away from Si Xi’er and Er Ye promising to save him from the clutches of that old bish. They shooed away by the skittish guide. Outside, Shang Lao Ba asks Er Ye to confirm whether he will help out find a way to get the young talented singer out of his ongoing nightmare. He discuss how abused the young singer is by his master, who is keeping him from performing and forcing him to do hard labor. The skittish guide takes his leave, but not before Er Ye buys off his silence. LOL, Shang Lao Ba’s face.

OMG its MY QUEEN. She is engaged in a fierce gunfight and I doubt it is with that stuttering Gu. One of her men falls, hit by the bullets and confirm my suspicions. He claims the opposite side is not from the common army. He urges her to leave since she is pregnant. Awww, my queen is crying. She is loyal and fierce. MAH GIRL. As she wipes her tears, she states with resolve in her face they will fall back while searching for a solution. We see what appears to be soldiers shooting at them as she escapes. Hmmm could they be from a private army? It is night and she is lurking near some kind of base ready to break into like a boss, but is stopped by a coming car. She smirks as she realizes the golden opportunity to hide under the truck. OHHH, looks here! Her hub hub, Cao Jr. listening to a report from adjutant Sun about Nanjing mobilizing a separate battalion of two hundreds to come to Beijing for some kind of economic and social order. LOL, what?This is what you waste your time on instead of protecting the country against potential invaders? Cao Jr is not quite impressed by this news and asks who is the commander. Sun tells him it’s Liu Hanyun, our penguin’s godfather. Hmmm..Oh, so we learn that Liu Hanyun has defeated many bandit groups and wheels start turning inside my head. Could he be responsible for the attack on Gu Dali’s group? Oh, our hub hub is asking Sun if Laozi Mountain has been hit. Unfortunately, Sun is a bit lost by the question, prompting the hub hub to dismiss him. While he paces, worried about the whereabouts of his mountain queen, she barges inside his room ready to pounce on him. LOL, is he running away from her? BWAHAHA, I cannot! He asks how she got inside his compound and she is like, why are you asking. He asks why she is bloody and she accuses him of being the cause of her current state. As she is about to stab him, he blocks her hand and asks if Laozi Mountain is really in trouble, which stuns her.

A couple of very cute boys are practicing their poses while Zhouzi is singing for Si Xi’er. Oh these cute boys are as petty as their master, no likey. Geezus xrist, there is only young good looking troupe members, smh. Si Xi seems dissatisfied by what he hears and asks the young singer to sing again. He does and Si Xi claims his vocals sound annoying. As he is about to beat him with that wooden sword, someone calls out for him. He tells Zhouzi he should practice more if he ever wants a chance to sing on stage, which I doubt he will ever let him do so, and sends him back to the courtyard to do some more hard work.

At the freight agency office, Fan Lian barges in at the same moment Manager Ma is giving CFT a report of the business. He tells CFT that Si Xi is too sly for him, having uncovered Fan Lian ruse to send his people and pose as wealthy patrons interested in borrowing some of his performers. Instead of putting his best performers, he chose the tone deaf and ugly ones. LOL. His men were too afraid to make it obvious they were there for Zhouzi, especially as Si Xi claimed he was selling out any one for private performances. In order to get Zhouzi out, they are going to have find another way, like a complete strange with no connection to the opera circe, since Si Xi will sniff them out. CFT is afraid that Si Xi may get wind of Shang Lao Ba’s interest for Zhouzi and kill him before they have a chance to snatch him. Fan Lian wonders who would qualify for that role of being a wealthy loafer who could easily host an opera performance without raising suspicion. LOL, Fan Lian would have fit the bill if he was not linked to Shuiyin. He suggest that CFT goes to the Chamber of Commerce, which I have to admit is a good idea, but unfortunately it is shut down as CFT informs him that none of those members would agree to help his foreign sexy ass. Right at this moment, Cao Jr and another guest are announced.

It turns out the other guest is the fierce mountain Queen who is ready to pounce on Cao Jr, angry that he is telling her to stay put instead of seeking revenge immediately. Our lonely warrior is looking mighty fine in a gray western clothing, I would also be pouncing on him if I was Gu Dali. He promises to seek revenge but he wants to do carefully since his opponent is a government official. She pushes him away clearly unhappy with his inaction. He turns to CFT hoping he could mediate between the two, but CFT seems lost somewhere, lol, hopefully thinking of his penguin. LOL. Cao Jr asks him to seek a safe place for his mountain queen, which befuddles CFT. He asks why isn’t she staying in his military base, since she is such a soft butch (and looking good as one). Cao Jr drops the mini bomb on CFT, informing him that he is going to be a papa. CFT is stumped by the news and then burst into a giggle. I laugh along with him at how prodigious our lonely warrior was. He congratulates him with a thumbs up for getting it at the first shot while our Amazonian and lonely warrior looks at him like he was cray cray. LOL, I cannot with this show. He states he will send congratulations to the Commander for becoming a grandpa which gets our Amazonian Queen taking her badge of honor as tough single mum-to-be. No one is going to raise mah son but me, f them Cao men, this baby is going to be king of the mountain! This gets the sexiest laugh out of Cao Jr. Seriously, he is looks so hot when his face is relaxed, le swoon. He asks what if it is a girl, and of course our Amazonian Queen puts him in his place by stating the girl would be like her momma. Seriously, why even bother asking that question Cao Jr? Unless...someone wants to keep his badass queen next to him. CFT is looking at the incongruous couple like it was a comedic opera and struggling not to laugh. Cao Jr kicks him in the shin to get him to support his point. CFT tries to tamper our two rugged warriors, bringing some levity to the situation. He urges the amazonian queen to not be rash and lay low in a safe place of his choosing, while they await for news about Liu Hanyun. Cao Jr informs him the politician will be in the city under the guise of inspecting economic and social order, but it is in fact an opportunity to investigate CFT’s smuggled weapons side business and the Cao’ involvement. They both comment this visit is suspicious af and may not have good intentions, which will harm both families. He asks our lonely warrior for another assist with something, which I have the sneaky suspicion has to do with his penguin.

A woman is walking dressed in a velour cheonsang and OMG, it my Amazonian QUEEN. She’s at Yunxi Troupe and Si Xi asks where she’s from. She tells him she’s from Shandong and is the wife of a powerful businessman. She is looking for a performer to relieve her boredom. Geez, it sounds like he is selling a rent boy as he tells her what his young cast can do for her, like take her to the best places in Beijing to entertain herself. She’s like, stop buttering me up with these subpar candidates, asking him about a boy she saw with him at Huibin House called Xiao Zhouzi. Ohhh, is that white lie going to work on slick Si Xi? His face change and tells her that Xiao Zhouzi is too disappointing to be up here. Yeah, I doubt it. She tells him she will decide for herself, whether the young performer is worthy or not. One of her ‘guards’ shows him the money, which makes him change his tune real quick. They head to where Zhouzi is being held. Upon seeing them swapped money, he is terrified and gets on his knees, begging Si Xi’er not to let him go. Geez, as he been in this situation before? When Zhouzi said he will do anything as long as he gets a chance to perform on stage, Si Xi’s pettiness tells him tough break. Gu Dali and her ‘goons’ take Zhouzi despite his protestation, knocking him out to make sure he complies. LOL asks himself whether Mrs. Wang (Gu Dali’s disguise) is a bandit and I SQUEAL. He looks on at his ‘disciple’ and basically wax poetic to say ‘tough luck buddy’.

He is dropped off in front of a building and hears someone singing opera. He stumbles and we see our cute penguin on stage. OHHH, so they dropped him off at the Royal Theater! Nice. Our cute penguin being absolutely adorable while asking Zhouzi how old is he. The boy answers 14, which impresses our penguin for the innate talent the boy has. He promises him he will help him soar if he is willing. Our poor baby Zhouzi is so overwhelms, he faints. Apparently he was starving and he chows down on a pig trotter like life depended on it. Er Ye comments that their adoptive son is much like his other father. LOL, indeed. The cutie hubby tells his son to not listen to his other dad, and eat to his heart’s content. Apparently Si Xi never let his harem of young boys eat meat because he doesn’t want them to get fat. LOL, the face on our chipmunk upon hearing this. He replies that if that was true, Cai Lao Ba would not sell tickets since he is fat. Er Ye reprimands him, telling Cai Lao Ba is plump, not fat and tells Shang Lao Ba to be careful not to say this aloud or offend someone again. LOL, it fell on deaf ears as Shang Lao Ba basically curses Si Xi with an early death, saying to Zhouzi that as soon as the old bat is six feet under, he will be free to make his name. Best girl Xiao Lai is like OMG leader, please don’t say such ominous things. Once again, Er Ye tells him not to teach their kid awful things like this, especially if Si Xi does survive past the age of 90. Shang Lao Ba replies that all of his effort (hmmm...you mean all of Er Ye’s efforts) to snatch Zhouzi is because he believes he will have immediate success and that will ensure he will be protected from any abuse. Er Ye smiles at his baby and we get a smile from Shang Lao Ba in return. Is this the first time they both smile so openly to each other? You can see an enormous shift in their relationship as both are so relaxed with each other. Shang Lao Ba wonders about Zhouzi’s stage name, clearly dissatisfied with his current name. Er Ye is like, honey, you suck at naming people, giving names like Red January, Red February and so on. Shang Lao Ba is like, bae, the only reason why my troupe members have such sucky name is because I was not really putting too much attention to it, but when he does, the performer would greatly benefit from it. LOL, Er Ye is like, ok honey, go ahead and see what that pretty head of yours come out with. Shang Lao Ba says the name must have a flowery flow especially since Zhouzi is a dan ju’er while hubby looks at his beauty like he is the most beautiful flower he’s plucked. Seriously, those gazes are killing me. Shang Lao Ba gives the name of Zhou Xiangyun. Sigh, how I wished I understood the meaning of his name.

Hubby writes their son’s new name and shows his beautiful calligraphy to his wifey. Wifey comments the writing has both the flow of grass and grain, and hands the paper to his adoptive son so he can learn his new name. Zhou kowtows in front of his new leader/father, so grateful by the gesture, he tells Shang Lao Ba he doesn’t know how to repay him. LOL our penguin tells him to repay him with daily serving of pig trotter since he devoured today’s serving. He sends best girl to help settle Zhou at Shuiyin House, while hubby asks how is Zhou going to buy pig trotter for him when he barely makes any money. Wifey answers that best girl will give him the money. Er Ye asks his bae if their bouncing baby boy is ready to become a ju’er. Our penguin says it is complicated to say, twirls while doing his elegant opera gestures and sashay away from the room while his suave Er Ye smiles, probably thinking how cute his wifey is.

Best girl brings Zhou Xiangyun to the dormitory where the younger male members are sleeping. Oh boy, you can already smell the bullying as they basically said they would not sleep around Si Xi’er former disciple. Best girl tries to wield her authority with the boys, getting them to clear up an area for the bouncing baby to sleep. They seemingly comply but you can tell they are going to push him out as soon as she turns around and leaves. My poor baby, can he catch a break? Especially since they treat him like he has the plague. Finally La Yuehong helps him out, putting our baby’s things next to him. Zhou Xiangyun spots the beautiful golden bracelets that LYH kept from his senior sister. Zhou glances at his benefactor and I ship it. Later at night, ZXY is kicked out of the bedroom, drawing attention from his new leader. Shang Lao Ba asks who did this to him, but the already broken boy is not willing to snitch. SIGH, he is too sweet, is he going to survive in this cutthroat world of opera? Shang Lao Ba goes inside to investigate and admonish the other boys. Dasheng pretends to be sleeping, prompting Shang Lao Ba to throw his shoe at him. Each one, except for LYH who remains quiet, act innocent as if ZXY threw himself out. SXR knows they are lying, telling them they are wasting their acting talent on this issue instead of the opera. One of the performer asks why he is so protective of an outsider, especially Si Xi’er disciple. He tells them ZXY is far better than all of them, which gets them rankled. One of them is like, how can this kid be better than me when I came from a proper academy while he came from the cesspool that is Yunxi Troupe. SXR decides they will have a contest to prove ZXY has more chops than all of them; if he loses, he will give them an additional wage. ZXY wants to back out, but Shang Lao Ba is like how are you going to prove you have what it takes if you cannot even perform in front of them?

He takes him to his room and have a father/son talk. SXR tells him how he uses to fight against bullies, but since Si Xi’er abused him, his spirit has been broken. AWWW. He tells him not to worry and sing his best, even if SXR ends up losing money. As our little puppy is talking about repaying him for all the good things he’s done form, SXR falls asleep. LOL. Our penguin snores so loudly. The next day, the boys ask LYH to represent them against ZXY in the little contest, which he declines at first, stating he did not participate in the bullying, but relents as the other performer convinces him with the promise of extra wages. This gets SXR snickering and he tells his newfound prodigy to remain calm and sing accordingly. If he wins, he will treat him to good food; if he loses, he won’t beat him. ZXY is still hesitant, scared of singing in front of a gathering, but SXR tells this is small compared to the size of a real audience. LYH introduces himself as a laosheng ju’er while our hesitant baby boy struggles to introduce himself and his role. SXR comments on that, predicting he will probably lose. LOL. He asks them to perform Meilongzheng (The Emperor and Country Girl), the same opera he sang back in episode 2 when he saw his future husband for the second time and got married on the spot, after being rescued by his dashing prince from the rich spoiled brats. At first, our broken little puppy is unable to sing properly, sounding like a cat whose tail was stepped on. Like seriously, what the hell was that? He stops telling SXR he was too nervous. SXR tells him not to be so anxious and let his voice flow from his throat, not by forcing it. He starts over again and it sounds much better. LYH sings along and everything looks great, while our suave hubby comes to the courtyard to bring his bae breakfast. AWWWWWWW, I can’t! Where is my Er Ye???? Btw, the lyrics are quite interesting and seems to describe our main couple’s relationship: “This Begonia brings out the romantic.” This freaking show is dropping hints so loud, you have to blind and deaf not to see it glaringly clear. Our suave prince stands in the entrance, away from everyone’s gaze and watches the show right as as ZXY loses the plot. LYH is exasperated with the kid, believing he was worth the trouble and storms out. Best girl yells at LYH and defends ZXY for being inexperienced, which gets one of the sheng performers to accuse her of being swayed by the kid’s good looks, which gets Shi Jiu hot under the collar. I guess all she can insult people like that. LOL. SXR tells everyone to stop arguing, informing them he knows of ZXY potential and what he is capable of. The same performer tells his leader to stop giving the kid excuses, more interested in knowing if he will get the additional wages. At this time, our suave dashing hubby steps in, steps in, calling his wifey out for breakfast. RAWR, what a good hubby!

Shang Lao Ba asks why hub hub is here so early. LOL, this reminds me of the novel and how much of night owl CFT is while SXR is an early bird. Er Ye explains that he was standing there watching the performance and wanted to know how Shang Lao Ba was going to judge this contest. Shang Lao Ba states the kid’s performance was not that great, sounding like a couple of cats’ howling. LOL. Er Ye cautions his wifey on how he is going to judge ZXY, worried this will increase the bullying if he is declared a loser, but Shang Lao Ba replies favoring the potential prodigy will actually draw more ire from the rest of the troupe. I am with Shang Lao Ba on this. It is clear these performers respect only one thing and that is talent. He tell Er Ye about his own case of stage fright, which surprises the hubby, probably thinking his babe was born on the stage. Shang Lao Ba replies that anyone with pride has stage fright and he is right about this. Because you tend to want to be perfect, you actually get inside your head and get so nervous you forget how to perform. Er Ye asks how he was able to face his stage fright and once again we are reminded of the horrible abuse our penguin suffered to reach the top. His dad actually paraded him naked in front of everyone, from the backstage to home. Er Ye is disgusted by the poor treatment his baby went through, stating he would never used this kind of treatment. Shang Lao Ba casually claim the embarrassment is so extreme that you will never be scared or cowardly. Er Ye urges him not to use this method with ZYX because the broken boy would probably be so traumatized, he might jump off a bridge. Yeah, I believe it. Shang Lao Ba is like, oh is it because I am thick-skinned while ZYX is thin-skinned. Well despite you being physically abused, you were never told that you would amount to nothing, especially get on stage. Er Ye laughs and replies that he needs to find another method. Seriously, sounds like an old married couple talking about how to raise their kids. I CANNOT SKHHKHKHFLKJ

SXR gets out of the house and announces LYH is the winner, therefore the performers will get an additional wage. He calls out ZYX to follow him. They end up at the noodle restaurant and our broken boy starts the mea culpa. Shang Lao Ba tells him not to worry, he won’t scold him for failing, reassuring him it will take sometime to get good, He orders a cornucopia of food claiming the boy is too skinny. LOL. Seriously all that food! ZYX is like, boss, this is too much, but SXR replies he can take his time to eat all of it. ZYX tells him he is a good person and will repay him with hard work, but SXR is like don’t worry, just eat.

There was so many cute ChengShang moments, I melted into the ground. To see them talk as if they were an old married couple discussing their son’s education was the sweetest thing. It was interesting to find out that SXR did not put that much thought in naming some of his troupe members, which tells me he did not see them as more than supporting cast. This does not mean he doesn’t care, in fact, he considers them his siblings in the troupe, since they grew up together, but Zhouzi is the first true disciple he actually recognized, one he can elevate to surpass him. Let’s not forget, this is someone who is extremely passionate about the art, who can even get lost listening to other performers, so him recognizing someone’s innate talent is on par with his behavior.

I was also so happy to see my other ship, Gu Dali and Cao Guixi in their bickering self. Seeing Gu Dali in a dress again, OH MY QUEEN can rock a beautiful cheongsam when she wants too. I love her independence, even in front of the lonely warrior, telling him in no uncertain way that she will be the one raising their little bundle, he can step aside. The fact that Cao Jr actually needs his little uncle to help deal with this Amazonian Queen, BWAHAHA. This is so refreshing to see a woman, especially in that period, stand up and declare that she needs no dude to help her raise her family. What a contrast to the demure Er Nainai whose own strength was subdued by societal pressure. Yes, Gu Dali is a bandit, who probably do not ascribe to the set set of customs as Er Nainai, but nonetheless, it is somewhat disconcerting to see when framed in this context.

What do you guys think?

#winter begonia #episode recap #spoilers #chengshang #cheng fengtai #huang xiaoming #andrew yin #Yin Zheng #MY SHIP #Bromance #romance #chinese drama #chinese novel #Danmei #C drama #shang xirui #go watch this show

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finderskeepersff · 5 years ago

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76. Part 2

I opened my eyes and she is the first thing I thought of, I wondered if she would do the same, today was going to be one of the best days of my life. A life changer for me, besides becoming a father this is a big event for me. I didn’t really sleep either, I felt like I fell asleep just an hour ago, which I think I did but I didn’t sleep. The boys stayed here for the night and they all fell asleep and I didn’t, I am nervous. I think I feel as if I haven’t done good in life for me to gain good and with Sofia she is good, she is a blessing I needed and at times I know my lifestyle could bring her danger or she could be a widow and that shit is scary for me. But I am thinking positive, it’s time to take the blessing god has given me and do good by Sofia and my kids, they will love to see their parents married and to see that bond. I want my kids to grow up to know that marriage is good and that it’s not a scary thing, I mean I find it scary because look at how my parents turned out, they toxic as fuck. I did think on how my mom would react to seeing me get married and I know she would be crying, at times I felt she loved me but my dad wouldn’t let that happen. I need to start to get ready for this at least, well do something because laying in bed ain’t going to help because Cartier and Bryce will wake up and they will not let me do anything at all. Pushing the covers off of me as I got out of bed, I will finally see Sofia today and that alone makes me happy. Grabbing my phone from the side, the screen lit up and the only name that jumped out at me was Sofia’ name, she text me or is it Amira texting on her behalf, I know how my baby text. Unlocking my phone to check on the message from Sofia.

From: Sofia

To: Cassius

I do really miss you so much and I cannot wait to see you, to be yours forever. I can only imagine what suit you bought to be honest, I love you so much and see you soon xx

This is Sofia, this is her text. God I miss her so much, her face alone makes me smile and she doesn’t even need to say anything and I miss it a lot. I could not imagine a life without Sofia at all “Cassius, nigga. You awake!?” Kyle spat outside my door, I been awake but I appreciate he woke up to make sure I am awake “yeah bro, I am getting out of bed” locking my phone sighing out “cool, Marcel is making breakfast for us. He up already” sitting up on the bed “uh, cool. I am coming out” looking down at the side of me, my cuddle buddy Bryce has been ever so good. He holds me until he falls asleep, he doesn’t like taking his chain off so I take it off for him once he falls asleep. Picking at my chin hair, by three pm I will be a married man and I am shook already again “I can do this, come on Cassius” I said to myself, it’s a scary thing to do.

It’s nice of Marcel to make breakfast actually, he didn’t need too and also he didn’t need to feed the people that have come. He didn’t need to invite Ethan, Jasper or Kyle here so it was nice of him to accept these people into his home “you ain’t ate anything?” Ethan pointed at my plate “I had a little something” I said defending myself “he is all nervous ain’t you, don’t be nervous. I think you will be ok” Marcel said “you think? I don’t understand how men aren’t nervous, how can you not be nervous about such a thing, it’s life changing. Also I haven’t seen Sofia in so long, it’s a lot” I have a lot on my mind “that is because you love my grandchild, I will need to be leaving soon. I need to see her and I need to make sure you’re ok too, I am nervous to see her in a dress. I take this role seriously, I get to give her away” nodding my head understanding how he must feel “that alone makes me happy, at one point I thought Sofia would have nobody but she does. She has family, a very good family here. What about Leyton? What is happening with him? Is he going?” I never paid attention to him as much “he is, I will be taking him. You need to be on time you know, when she walks to you, you need to be there” I chuckled “I will be there. I promise” I chuckled, where else am I going to go

Finishing off my blunt, I need it. I haven’t got dressed yet, just need some peace outside before I go back in there. Blowing the smoke from my lips as I stared at the picture of me and my dad, I think he was somewhat happy at one point that I was his first born son, I am sure of it. I am sure he was happy that I was a boy, I mean you can fake a lot but a smile that pure, you can’t. I am not sure why he had to change, maybe it was the drugs that did it “aye, Nigga!” locking my phone “yeah?” looking behind me at Kyle “I had Sofia on the phone” he laughed “she called and said Cassius looked at my message and didn’t reply, why? Is he changing his mind? Where is he? She is panicking and I goes no, never. He is fine, anyways I said to her. I goes you playing, speak to my nigga. She on the phone” I laughed “for real?” Kyle nodded “wait, unless she put the phone down” he checked the screen “nah he ain’t, here” grabbing the phone from Kyle, I grinned from ear to ear “you thought I was leaving you?” I said down the phone “you read my text and didn’t reply, I just got concerned. I love you so so much. I can’t wait to see you, you know that. We text last night, this is a new start for us, you know this” chewing on my bottom lip “you better be here!! To marry my bitch negro” Olivia shouted “Sofia, don’t worry. I will be there, I promise you” she got to trust me on this that I won’t let her down.

Shaking my head at Olivia “stop it” she ain’t shit “I had to say it, what did he say?” she asked “he uhm, if I know Cassius which I do. He’s nervous, he will be thinking a lot about things, he thinks too much that his thoughts cloud the good, I hate it but he does that a lot. His thoughts become very negative and it is something he is working on and for him to get this far, I am very proud of him” he doesn’t understand how proud I am of him “forget all of that noise, from one to ten how excited are you about your fucking wedding night!!” Mia spat and I don’t know why joined I in but I squealed too “I think a nine and I say a nine because if Cassius gets drunk then this pussy ain’t getting shit but I am pretty excited, I am saying it like it’s our first time and I am not pregnant but that ain’t stopped Cassius. I hope he doesn’t anyways, I want some dick” I actually want a wedding night “ayeee, I will try and watch him. We want Sofia’ kitty to be happy too. Is he good in the bed? Like with Mitch, I told him he needs to come up with something new” poor Mia “Poor you, but for any man to love me as he does after he knows my past and he still adores me and loves me, and has sex with me no different. He is fine, I mean I am being laid back with this but he is good, he knows how to use his dick. He loves me and that alone is important to me because I thought I couldn’t be loved, and you girls know that” they know for a fact it’s always been my fear “we know, or you wouldn’t be on baby number fucking two, you need to calm down” I laughed it off, I am glad I am having my daughter, I need a mini me around even though Cartier is a mini me.

With Cassius money of course I got a whole team to do my make-up, I mean only the best for me. They flew in from New York, Mia’ mother recommended them because they did her nieces make-up for her wedding but I was shocked that Mia’ mom and dad have come, I didn’t’ expect it at all, it’s sweet of them to come. Even though I have all this going on I just keep on thinking about Cassius and what is he doing, if he is ok and if he is dealing with this ok “that is perfect” the redhead who had been observing the work of another make-up artist said. I am just so nervous to see myself as a bride, I mean every girl have their dream but I honestly stopped dreaming when I had all the shit of my mother going on “I agree, you have a very beautiful face that I don’t want to overload it, like you don’t need much doing at all” she complimented me and I blushed “thank you, I mean we all need it. After having my son I am sure I gained bags under my eyes” she laughed “I think kids age us all but you really don’t need it so I want to keep it minimum as possible, I was just saying that you have a beautiful setting here. The Barbados weather is so nice and the view from here” it is so beautiful here, like you wouldn’t get this in Atlanta so I am happy to be getting married here, least my loved ones are just here.

My hand smoothed over the fabric of the wedding dress, I have not seen myself in the mirror as of yet and I am so nervous “let’s just lay out the train, this dress is so beautiful. It brings out your bump so cute” looking down at my hand, my engagement ring glistening just against the wedding material “thank you so much” the redhead moved around me to the long mirror “are you ready?” they purposely hid the mirror with a cloth, they wanted to make sure it was a surprise so I can only assume how I look. Taking in a deep breath, placing my hand over my stomach “I am so nervous” I said, I hope I don’t cry “are you ready?” she asked, nodding my head. I am so nervous to see myself like this, the piece of cloth was dropped from the mirror and it was like the person I was looking at was not me “oh my god” I breathed out saying, the ball gown type dress complimented the bump which I wanted, to see myself in a wedding dress alone is making me shake “I won’t cry” I breathed out turning around “awww Sofia, you look so beautiful” she complimented, the door opened to my room “oh my god!” Mia spat, that was all I needed to make me cry.

“Please do not cry, you enjoy your wedding ok? Please send us pictures of you and your husband” I breathed out “I will do, I will try too. Thank you all so much” Olivia and Mia keep staring at me in awe “my brother does not deserve you at all, like wow. Sofia you look so good as a bride, you pregnant too and that shit is making you even more beautiful, wow. You are breathtaking” I giggled “stop it Jasmine, I don’t deserve him. Trust me I don’t” he has done so much for me “how are you feeling? You are ok?” Olivia asked “I need to pee again, I am so nervous. Who is going to help me pee?” I need the damn help “you do to helping this time, I am tired from helping. Olivia you go” Mia said “wow, pushing me off so quickly” a slight knock on the door, it crept open a little “is it safe to come in?” my Gran is here “come in” I said “I want to see” the door got pushed open, Leyton is here “oh wow!” Leyton said “oh my, Sofa. How beautiful do you look” I think I am most emotional to see my grandfather “come on then, let’s see her” hearing him say, my Gran shuffled inside more to let him come in “she is so beautiful Marcel, look at her” my Gran said, he finally walked in and I instantly felt that emotion “you look so beautiful Sofia, I never got to see Grace like this” my grandfather walked over to me “the honour it is to give you away Sofia, I feel so honoured to give you away today” he held my hand “you’re going to make me cry” my voice broke “I love you grand baby, I really do. You had me, I was always going to give you away, you may not have had a father but I was always here and I am so proud of you, you got us Sofia you always did” I got to stop crying “I built myself up to ask Lee to give me away or even Mitch, but this. I am so thankful for this moment” My grandfather looked at me in awe “and I threatened Cassius before I came” he said which made me laugh.

Being in these damn pants is annoying, like it’s tight on my balls. I mean I did try this on but it’s getting on my nerves “don’t you think Sofia will kill you for having a gold grill in? I mean like really?” Kyle is saying it like it’s a bad thing “I am sweating my balls off and you care about my grills on my teeth, I am here ain’t I?” I am hot from this heat “just relax bro” nodding my head “Sofia is here in this building?” she is close by “yes” chewing on my bottom lip, I have no idea what is next or what will happen. We here and we waiting, I hope Sofia likes my three piece suit, I did choose myself and I think it’s a great look to be honest. I am glad I got Cartier’ stroller out because holding him in this heat is a no “Mia is here” Mitch said pointing out, stepping to the side seeing Mia. She looks nice, she is wearing a burgundy dress “you made it Cassius, thank the gods you came, I am so happy to see you!” she spat “look at you boys, you all look so good” I chuckled “wait” she pointed at Mitch “give me a hug” she walked over to me “I am so happy to see you here, you are actually going through with it” hugging Mia “I wouldn’t let Sofia down, I am scared but here” moving back from the hug “and you will take that out of your mouth got it? Good! And let me fix this rose on your jacket” I been told then “I done told this nigga to take it out” I think it looks good, they boring as shit.

I removed my gold grill and this was by popular demand, placing a cigarette between my lips. I wonder if Sofia can see me, or she is creeping somewhere. I wonder now, looking up at the hotel “Cassius” my cigarette got snatched away from my lips “what?” I said looking at the person that did that “focus, I need you to listen to me. You need to walk out after Amira and Kyle walk out, you remember this. Listen to my words, you walk out after Amira and Kyle, once you see they reach their seat you then go ok? Do not walk right behind them, please do this. We have also some extra guests like my parents and some others but please remember that part” nodding my head “so walk behind Amira and Kyle” Mia squinted her eyes at me “fuck you, you know. So is everyone ready and look at you! Awww nephew, don’t you look handsome” my smile grew “Henry” getting my hand out, Henry grabbed my hand and then hugged me “big day for you, how are you feeling? Nervous” he knows damn well I am “very much so” moving back from the hug “take your shades off when you walk out there, you’re going to be fine. You look good, proud of you” he hit my arm “thank you” I said smiling “oh Mia, how is Sofia? Can she see me? Where is she?” I didn’t ask “she can’t see you no but she is anxious, she looks so beautiful. Like my sister looks so good and Cassius you better look after her, she is precious” Mia pointed at me “she is” I sighed out “and you’re going to be just fine Cassius, you know what to do” Henry winked at me.

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someonexsomeone · 6 years ago

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The Bargain

Title: The Bargain

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 1331

AU: Single Dad!Johnny

Summary: Single Dad!Johnny has trouble convincing his daughter to go to school.

Authors Note: I hadn’t realized how much time had gone by since I wrote something! This is my first story without a pairing. I tried to throw in a little something when I mention Johnny’s previous girlfriend, but it felt a little too forced. So, I kept it to a good ol’ Father-Daughter bonding moment. I hope you guys enjoy it all the same. Requests are still open!

She was trying her little tricks again.

Johnny remembered the feeling of not wanting to go to school all too well, begging his parents to let him stay home and play with his toys or watch TV all day. Not that he didn’t enjoy seeing his friends, which he loved more than anything, it was just that in between playing with his friends were boring classes. At least, boring at the time. By the time he arrived in college, stuck in the library with hundreds of other students battling for any desk space to study for finals, he found himself wishing to go back in time to kindergarten where the hardest thing he had to do was figure out 2 + 2. Although, if he had gone back in time, he never would have met the love of his life, and she would have never given birth to his beautiful daughter. Johnny could feel the smile tugging at his lip thinking about her.

“Do I really have to go today, Dad? I think I’m feeling a bit sick.”

“Oh really~” he asked curiously, crouching down so they were eye level. Both of them were already dressed and ready to head out the door. Johnny was wearing his usual work attire, ready to sit at his 9 - 5 desk job that paid well enough for them to live comfortably in their spacious apartment. Not the exact dream job he pictured in college, but he still managed to keep photography as a hobby. It was why most of the walls were covered in pictures of his daughter. That, and many of his friends (though he had to admit they were holding or interacting with his daughter, so she was in those as well). His daughter watched as Johnny placed a gentle hand on her forehead. He had to admit, she looked extra cute today with the braids Uncle Doyoung managed to get into her hair last night that somehow managed to stay together. “You don’t have a temperature.”

“Not that kind of sick,” she insisted quickly. “It’s more of a...a...stomach ache.”

The tale as old as time. A sickness that cannot be seen, but felt only by the victim. A clever, five year old victim who did not want to do her math test today.

“Oh no! Well, we can’t have that can we,” Johnny said. He made a dramatic thinking face before snapping his fingers in realization. “You know, I bet it's the cereal you eat. I don’t think I’ll buy that brand anymore. Maybe we should switch to something healthier, like oatmeal...”

“No!” she yelled quickly, before adding, “Did I say stomach? I meant throat! My throat hurts.” For a classy touch, she gave him a fake cough, making sure to make it believable by covering her mouth in the crook of her elbow. “Really sore throat.”

“Well, how about I get some medicine,” Johnny suggested as he made a move to stand. The girl was quick to stop him again, wrapping her hands around the cuffs of his sleeve.

“I don’t think need it! It’s not that sore.” She stared up at him with her big brown eyes. The ones she got from him. “Don’t get the medicine, please.”

“So you’ll be okay to go to school?” The girl looked into his eyes, staring, trying to think of a better plan. It only took a moment. Johnny watched as her eyes flickered with brightness, an idea popping into her head. Quickly, and out of nowhere, she launched herself at him, wrapping her small arms around his legs as much as she could. Although she was still rather small, Johnny tumbled like an old tree as she hit his knees. They fell to the ground, the young girl crawling into his arms so he could cradle her. She bursted into to tears, adding the sophisticated touch of wiping fake snot on his jacket. “Woah! Bud, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll miss you too much if you leave me today. Can’t you take me with you? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” Johnny could help but smiled down at the young girl in his arms, adoration filling his eyes as he watched her. Quite the little actor he raised. “You won’t even know I’m there. Promise!” She looked up at him with tear filled eyes, her lip quivering, begging not to go. Johnny sighed. How could he say no to his favorite girl?

“Oh, sweetheart.” Johnny sighed, resting his head atop hers.

There were very few times like these. Times where it was just the two of them. Holding her like this made him realize how big she had gotten, how much time had passed since she was born. Has she always been this big? When did her hair get so long? He couldn’t remember the last time they just held each other. She had to have been still crawling, before feeling like she had to look good for the other kids in her class. Probably when she still slept in his bed with him, not knowing that her filling the space did so much more than keep the monsters away.

After loosing his girlfriend, Johnny couldn’t imagine getting this far. Parenting was something he always wanted to do, but way down the line. When he had a stable job, a house, definitely after he was married. Definitely not in the middle of summer, during his photography internship. But they had done it, the two of them, scrowning up enough money to still pay the rent on the two bedroom apartment they shared with Johnny’s roommate Jaehyun, and pay all the medical bills. She had promised to be with him every step of the way, to help him through all of this together. But the sudden premature birth was just as shocking as the news of her pregnancy, and Johnny was suddenly left all alone with his newborn child. What could he do? He couldn’t drop classes, not when he was so close to graduating. His parents couldn’t come here, he wouldn’t make them uproot their lives like that. He stared at his sleeping child for hours, contemplating what to do. Johnny has very little guilt in his life, but he knew that the serious consideration of putting his child up for adoption would take the cake. He is thankful everyday for not having gone through with that. And with the help of his many friends, including Taeyong who got him an interview at the office he worked at, Johnny was able to graduate and keep his baby.

Johnny made a promise to himself, in that moment, that he would slow down time, put a pause on his crazy life, just to have moments like this again. Tonight they would go out to eat, just the two of them, and spend as much time with his as possible. After all, he wasn’t going to always be around to experience these moments.

“Hey, sweetie, come on. I know you don’t like your school, but I’d be a really big help if you went today.” She remained silent. Her pouty lip was now shaking slightly. A few more seconds, and the tears would begin. Johnny had to act fast. “Okay, fine, how about this. You can stay home today,” he prompted, which immediately caught the young girls attention, her focus now completely on him, “but that means we won’t get to go on our super fun adventure on Saturday.”

“Super fun adventure?” she asked quietly. “What super fun adventure? We’re going on a super fun adventure?”

“Yeah. Your cool Dad thought we could go play mini golf this weekend, but that means I would have to stay home today, and I would have to work Saturday. Which means…”

“We won’t get to go?” she finished hesitantly. She started playing with her fingers, a telltale sign she was thinking through his offer.

“That’s right. But if you really want to stay home, you can.” The little girl sniffed two, three more times before picking herself up. Johnny watched from the ground as she mocked dusting herself off. She then turned back to face Johnny, crossing her arms. They were eye level again.

“I’ll go. But only if we get tokens to play at the arcade.” She stuck out her hand, a trick she learned from a TV show on how to seal a deal. Johnny paused for a moment, putting on an exaggerated thinking face before sighing dramatically.

“You drive a hard bargain,” he started, before slipping his much larger hand over hers. “But deal.” They shook once, having a playful stare down before rushing to the door. They laughed as they struggled to get their shoes on, almost forgetting the car keys on the hook, before jumping into Johnny’s car. They were, after all, running terribly late.

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evangclines-blog1 · 5 years ago

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what if we ...... pretended this was a good intro ..... aha just kidding ..... unless ? i was just gonna link to all my stuff but ... ur girl wrote a lot and i don’t wanna be cruel and force u all to read everything JDBWBDJBWJ so here we go !! <3

( VENUS, PARK SOOYOUNG, CIS FEMALE, SHE /HER ) guess what, EVANGELINE RHEE has just landed in cannes with their private jet. they are a TWENTY-TWO year old socialite, who spends much of their time & money UPDATING THEIR SKINCARE ROUTINE. i think their family is in the ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY and their net worth is around 10B USD.

first things first ... i’m gonna drop some links in case u want to read everything i wrote at 6 am the day the submit closed bc im stoopid like that <3

here u can find her full bio, stats, extended stats, and hcs ! the hcs are definitely the most fun to read so i recommend going to that page hehe

into the summary we go !

BACKSTORY: suicide mention tw

eva’s dad is a movie producer and her mom was the beautiful woman he met at a train station <3 her parents had a very whirlwind romance, very love at first sight, very passionate and intense type of relationship literally everything you see in hollywood ? they had that ! they got married after only a year of knowing each other and had eva soon after

thats when things got not-so-picturesque /: after having eva, her mom entered a pretty dark depression. eva’s dad ( who had been aware of his wife’s mental health and even warned by her family against doing anything crazy like getting married and having a whole baby so fast ) was kinda in denial about everything. eva’s mom still had her good days, but the bad days were really bad & when eva was only two years old her mom had an accident & passed away

so while eva’s dad was grieving, he sent little eva to new york city to go live with her grandma !! eva adored her grandmother more than anyone else. she was a retired jazz singer, and a lot of what they did together was sit around and listen to old records <3 eva lived with her until she was five years old & that’s pretty much the only childhood she can remember since her mom died when she was so young !!

when her dad brings eva back to france, he’s doing a lot better. he’s back to producing movies and throwing parties and being a part of society again ( things he had stopped while he was grieving for his wife ) and he even found his own form of “medicine” which was simply the company of beautiful women ! most of them were young actresses he met through his work, all of them were gorgeous, and they all adored little eva <3

eva adored them right back ! they taught her stuff she imagined all mother’s teach their daughters: how to dress well, how to smell nice, how to get people’s attention, what makeup to wear, how to do your hair, how to speak so everyone hangs on to your every word, etc. she was still a little girl but she was absorbing all these lessons like a sponge, & it’s a big part of why she’s so obsessed with her own femininity and why she’s got this mindset about being beautiful inside & out in order to feel balanced.

none of the women her dad brought home were ever at her house for more than a week. her father, who had been a notorious bachelor before eva’s mother, seemed incapable of falling in love again. that was his first and maybe only lesson to eva, which was how to break hearts, which is something else she absorbed & carried with her as she grew up

as eva grew up, she kinda became obsessed with trying to imagine what her mom had been like. no one in her family liked to talk about her, especially not her dad, but she knew she looked just like her and she was kinda always trying to fill in the blanks. but then one christmas her dad let it slip that her mom’s death hadn’t been an accident at all, that it had been on purpose. that was kind of the turning point for eva & she just kind of....stopped trying to re imagine her mom after that just kinda wanting to let her rest /:

she also went through a phase of doing stuff just because she could. she’d flirt with people’s boyfriends, she’d make strangers fall in love with her, she’d date people just to break up with them suddenly, etc. she kind of realized just how much she could get away with, but more than that, just how far people would go when they fell in love. she was obsessed with that, but also kind of jealous of those people just because she’d never felt that kind of soul shattering love for someone before and she really does want to </3 while she’s never been in love before, and while she does get bored of lovers easily, she still feels a type of attachment that is sometimes so strong she’s not willing to let the other person go even if she’s being selfish by hanging onto people she can’t get serious abt /: thats just life sometimes......whore rights !

FUN FACTS , PERSONALITY, AND TIDBITS: whore antics tw

goes by eva, never evangeline. her grandma has always called her angel, and so that nickname has also carried over naturally

libra sun AND moon babey ! read abt it here

wears euphoria makeup to do groceries

moved from paris to new york city for college to attend columbia university. double majored in english literature and business management.

created what she called the “manhattan group” in reference to the bloomsbury group, which was a group of associated english writers, intellectuals, philosophers and artists in the first half of the 20th century ( that included writers like virginia woolf ) duringher freshman year. although meetings were supposed to be about discussing literature, it mostly became a place to drink warming champagne, flirt, and gossip. eva hosted the events & meetings off campus inside her loft. the manhattan group only lasted her freshman year though, as rumors of all the underage drinking and “cult-like behavior” persuaded her to drop it. that, and the fact that more than one member had fallen in love with her and things were getting quite tense.

she never carries a lighter because she likes the way more than one person will offer her one if she asks for a light <3

it’s a famous rumor that eva once spilled her drink on her chanel mini-dress at a charity gala and stripped down to her lingerie in front of everyone. it would have stayed a rumor if it wasn’t for the instagram story that went up of her only her underwear.

she has a house phone in her nyc loft that only a select few people ( minus the strangers she’s given the number to while drunk ) know the number

has a three year old black cat named june that she brought with ehr to cannes <3

is the proud owner of a black maserati despite being an infamous bad driver. no one in their right mind, especially not her friends, would ever trust eva to drive.

it’s rumored she once snuck onto the yacht of a ceo to a fortune 500 company, only for him to find her in nothing but a bath towel eating chocolates while flipping through his playboy magazines, and that he was so taken with her instead of pressing charges he decided to name the boat after eva.

once spent a whole day walking around paris in a cheap pink wig and calling herself yvette. nobody could figure out why. eva often pulls stunts like this on a whim.

believes 2 is an unlucky number and is very superstitious about it, as that is the year her mother died. fully believes her twenties are cursed and is actually looking forward to the day she turns 30 just to escape the 2′s.

leonardo dicaprio once made a pass at her during the after party of a movie premiere she was attending.

during full moons, eva always has sex with the windows open. even if it’s winter, a window will be cracked open. this is one of her many personal superstitions.

has a collection of old love letters, mixtapes, and presents past suitors and secret admirers have gifted her. while she cannot remember the origin of quite a few of the objects in her collection, she is attached to them still.

owns a replica of the famous cross necklace filled with cocaine that kathryn had in cruel intentions.

literally i basically just copied most of my hcs page im a clown i cant do summaries...

ok so personality wise ? shes a flirt. a whore, if u will. yes thats a personality trait now. literally if ur breathing shes flirting doesnt matter who u are doesnt matter if ur married if u have 10 kids doesnt matter like she will flirt....does not know how to open her mouth without flirting

big on aesthetics /: believes everyone should get manicures like if ur cuticles are showing shes gonna gag . get help <3

not good at being held accountable for her actions. she’s not really the type to be malicious on purpose, but since she really does play with ppls feelings a lot it’s inevitable she’s gonna hurt someone but if u bring it up shes just gonna be like .. me ? at fault ? u must have the wrong girl i’m angel ...

likes 2 play games JSBDWBDJW clearly....matters of the heart are her fave kind but she also likes doing kinda ridiculous stuff for fun just to see how ppl are gonna react, also likes to do stuff just bc she knows she can usually get away with it

loves skin care like she will be ur dermatologist ( self appointed ) she will gift u a moisturizer she will get everyone to do facemasks with her u cannot escape it ...

has trouble being alone but won’t admit it / doesn’t even really realize it ??? like it is... very rare u will ever find her sleeping alone or spending a whole day in just her own company

not shy.....at all like JBSJDWBJDW she could use some shame but she has zero unfortunately

despite being a whore....she is a HUGE romantic like whew she is obsessed with old love songs & is always playing them on her record player she loves to slow dance <3 she often gives ppl her fave poems ( usually poems abt sex ), she loves getting roses, loves kissing ppl on the cheek when she’s wearing lipstick, & she likes to leave ppl voicemails like ... shes really living like she is the main chara of a romance movie and everyone else is extra #5 most of the time...

idk what else to say im sure shes gonna evolve once we start rping bc that always happens to me but....for now.....this is the end ! *cue feel special by twice*

#opulentintro #╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 ��𝒔𝒔 ── ooc ! ┘#me: ok im gonna summarize !#me: literally just rewrites everything just to have it turn out just as long...#CLOWN !!! IM A CLOWN !!!!!

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ventrue-rosary · 5 years ago

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'Stop being so cute' (a drabble prompt but also a fact about u)

God, this prompt has been gathering cobwebs in my onbox for MONTHS. But I got working on something super self-indulgent and realised I could swing it for this prompt, soooo have some Autumn/Jarlaxle fluff (for context Jarlaxle appears in our Dragon Heist game under the moniker of Marchion and swept Autumn off her feet with romantic and rather sweet gestures)

Ko-Fi

Autumn smoothes down her dress and pats down her hair nervously as she hesitates outside of Marchion’s estate. His invitation seemed innocent enough, but she is going to spend the entire evening alone with him. Would he kiss her once more? Would he expect even more from her?

Autumn pushes such thoughts from her mind before they scare her back into isolation. She raises a hand, but before she can knock the door swings open, revealing the beaming visage of Marchion. Handsome as ever, dressed in royal blue finery with gold trimmings that perfectly match his hair and eyes. Like a Prince pulled straight from the pages of a fairytale.

‘Autumn! I’ve been waiting for you, welcome, welcome! Please come in.’ Marchion opens the door fully for her.

Autumn timidly steps into the entrance, the carpeted floor cushioning her feet as she stares about in awe. The carpet gives way to marble that spreads east and west like wings to unseen corridors. Two sets of parallel stars lead up to a balcony that encircles the entire room. A large chandelier casts a gentle glow across the entire entryway, dripping with crystals that refracted some of the light as mini rainbows.

Marchion allows her a minute to stare at her surroundings before offering her an arm. ‘Shall we?’

She takes his arm and let’s him guide her to the eastern door, leading them into an antechamber decorated with beautiful tapestries that leads them into a dining room. Though the room is large enough to sit hundreds, the crystal table set up is an intimate affair. If it weren’t for the steaming, roasted poultry centrepiece, they could easily reach one another without leaving their seats.

Marchion pulls out a chair for her and then tucks it in underneath her before pouring them both a deep red, sweet-smelling wine and then begins to carve the roast.

‘No servants?’ She blurts out before she can keep her tongue in check.

‘I gave them the night off. I don’t want us to be interrupted.

‘Oh.’ Autumn shyly tucks her hair behind her ear. ‘I’m sorry. That was impolite to ask.’

He grins at her as he fills her plate. ‘Not at all. You have a keen eye and curious mind. Don’t apologise for those.’

Fresh vegetables and a generous portion of gravy are delicately set beside the meat. She salivate at the appetising smell.

Marchion raises his glass to her. ‘Bon appetite.’

Autumn returns the toast and words before tucking in. She eats in small, delicate bites, remembering her etiquette lessons.

‘So, how does it feel to be a heroine of justice?’

A blush creeps across her face. ‘I’m not a heroine.’

‘You stopped Manshoon from stealing the gold in the vaults. And slayed him. The city owes you and your friends their lives.’

Autumn toys with the stem of her wine glass, feeling foolish. ‘I suppose so…’

‘Come now, heroine’s should never be so modest! Let us celebrate your victory.’

She giggles nervously, resisting the urge to hide her face. ‘If you insist.’

‘I do!’

The food is delicious. Every mouthful is a harmonious marriage of several different flavours. It’s all she can do to eat befitting of a Princess, rather than shovel in mouthful after mouthful like a starving wolf.

Marchion eats only a little, favouring his glass of wine, watching her with an amused smile. His unmoving stare does make her a bit uncomfortable, but she keeps her concerns silent and private.

‘This is delicious. My compliments to the cook.’

‘I will happily take them, Princess.’

Autumn blinks in disbelief. ‘You cooked this?’

‘You think me incapable of such a feat?’

‘What? N-no, I only…all I meant was…’

Autumn stops her stammering with a pout as Marchion just watches her flounder, trademark smile in place.

‘I was only joking, Princess. Please, forgive me.’

‘No, It’s fine,’ she says, fully ashamed. She drains the tipple of wine left in her glass.

‘More wine?’

‘No, thank you. I better hadn’t.’

‘You’re right, tea would go better with our dessert. I will be back momentarily.’

He returns minutes later, carrying a silver tray holding two teacups, a teapot and a large cake dripping with chocolate frosting.

‘I know you have quite the sweet-tooth. Have as much as you like.’

Their second course passes much quicker, Autumn having two servings of the moist, rich cake, the wine and more relaxed atmosphere loosening their tongues. The apprehension Autumn had approaching his estate is gone now. She no longer fears what may come now, if indeed there is anything more to this night than good food and good company.

After dessert is cleared away and they are both enjoying a cup of cofwah, Marchion’s expression changes to something rather sombre and serious. Autumn feels her own discomfort creep in at the the change in his demeanour.

‘I’m afraid I’ve not been entirely honest with you, Autumn.’ He breaks off almost as soon as he starts talking. Dread forms as an icy pit in her stomach.

‘About what…?’ she gently prods as the silence drags on.

‘About who I am.’ Marchion snaps his fingers. No longer does Marchion sit across from her at the table, but instead, a drow. ‘My name is not Marchion. I am Jarlaxle Baenre.’

The breath is stolen from her lungs. She leans back in her chair until she feels the solid wood against her back as the fear dispelled by the magical night returns. She is in the company of one of the most skilled fighters in the land with a dubious personality, to say the least. The leader of one of the largest mercenary groups sits across from her, awaiting her response to his confession.

‘Am I in danger?’ she manages to ask.

He shakes his head. ‘I’m no threat to you. I gave you an alias, but the time we spent together–that was me. I enjoy your company. That’s why I invited you to dine with me. I hope you can enjoy the company of Jarlaxle as much as you did Marchion.’

‘How can I? How can I when you’re…you?’

Jarlaxle winces and glances away, as though her words physically hurt him. ‘Autumn…the disguise wasn’t just for your benefit. It’s one I have to resort to because I am who I am. But that’s all it was–a disguise. I am the same man, just with a different face. This doesn’t have to change anything if you do not wish it to.’

‘I don’t want to have to live in secrecy like that, or deceive my parents. Are you happy like this? Having to hide who you are to everyone?’

‘Tell me something, Autumn. If you could change your appearance at the wave of your hands would you? Would you assume the form of an elf or half elf, and be more accepted, or would you embrace your infernal heritage, along with all the prejudices that come with it?’

Autumn sits in silence, damning herself.

‘Just so. It’s not a slight to your character. People like us are never accepted by our peers because of how different we are, and our status in society. It’s not a fault of ours, or even those who are ready to subject us to their prejudices. It is just…just life.

I accept you and love you as you are, horns, wings, tail and all. I ask you if you can do the same for me.’

‘Did you just say you love me?’ she breathed, her entire body tense as a bow string.

Jarlaxle reaches across the table and takes her hand between his. ‘I love you, Autumn Darcelle.’

‘I don’t know what to say…’

‘You don’t have to say anything, right now. I understand this might be too much to take in. Shall I arrange to have you taken back to your manor?’

‘…I think I love you, too.’ The words are pulled from her lips, against her will, but she means them. Even with this terrible truth, she fell in love with him. His kind words, his charming demeanour, and now, his open and raw honesty. She loves him.

He speaks no more words, standing from the table and offering her a hand. She wordlessly takes it, and is pulled up from her chair into his chest. Her breathing is heavy, a mix of anticipation and fear as he slowly lowers his head. Autumn steps up on her tiptoes, and their lips meet in an eager kiss, as gentle as their first, but with promises of more.

Both of them withdraw at the same time, their desperate breath mingling in the inches of space between them. Still holding on to her hand, he leads out of the dining room.

When they reach a door on the second floor, Jarlaxle carries her across the threshold in his arms, drawing a breathless squeal out of her.

He gently sets her down on her feet, gently kissing her again. ‘Tell me when you want me to stop.’

‘Never,’ she whispers against his lips, as he pulls at the fastenings of her dress.

The bright light of the sun and the singing of birds rouse a very sleepy Autumn the next morning. She groans and stretches her arms above her head with a groan before settling herself down on Jarlaxle’s chest. He smooths his hand down her arm, gently kissing her face.

With a groan, she buries her face into the crook between his shoulder and chest. Almost immediately, Jarlaxle slips out from beneath Autumn and the covers, exposing her to the cold chill of the morning. She whines, pulling the covers tight to her and curling up into a ball.

‘Can’t believe it’s that late already. My sincerest apologies, my love, but I must leave.’

Autumn peers out from her nest in the bed. The sun silhouette’s Jarlaxle’s glorious body, its rays dancing along the curves of his lean, muscular frame. She averts her gaze shyly as he turns to look at her, pulling on a shirt and trousers.

‘Stop being so cute,’ he says, leaning over to give her a kiss. ‘How am I supposed to leave when you’re behaving so adorable?’

‘You could always not leave,’ she says, reaching for his hands.

He kisses hers gently. ‘Oh my love, if only I could. But duty calls, and it is one I cannot shirk.’

‘Oh, ok…’ Autumn tries to keep her disappointment from her voice.

‘Please, feel free to stay. The servants should have returned, if you would like breakfast.’

‘You’ll come back soon, right?’

Jarlaxle smiles at her kindly, one so full of love and tenderness. ‘Of course, but soon will never be soon enough.’

#Autumn Darcelle #Jarlaxle Baenre #dnd #my writing #my OCs

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moonykiarchive · 6 years ago

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I Promise you

post 35 / ???

Jongin picks Taemin up at 1:45pm on Sunday, because he’s at his apartment too early & he’s been waiting in his car for 15min already, not daring to tell Taemin that he arrived & he had planned to wait until 2pm, but then Taemin texts him saying that he’s ready & waiting & Jongin has to admit that he’s here too & Taemin yells at him through their chat because he should have told him!! Taemin had literally been bouncing on his bed, all dressed up, for 20 damn minutes waiting for 2pm to come faster & Jongin simply whines in the chat, telling him to stop getting mad at him & just come down to his car right now!!! so Taemin does.

& it’s a bit awkward in the car, at first, because they’re staring at each other with giddy smiles without daring to touch each other in the slightest & Jongin says that they should go and start driving before someone in the street recognizes him & Taemin can’t stop stealing glances at his profile while he drives because Jongin looks super handsome driving & like... Jongin constantly looks super handsome but while driving, it’s even worse! & Taemin has to breathe deeply through his nose. Jongin asks him to put the address of the studio in his gps & Taemin does, while blabbering about his job & how he found out that one of his student is an EXO-L because he saw the little Xiumin badge she has pinned to her bag & Jongin listens to him while repeating to himself to not put his hand on Taemin’s thighs, do not do not.

They drive to the edge of the city, in the small little neighborhood where Taemin’s parents still live & they make it to the dance studio & Jongin cannot help imagining a mini-Taemin going there after school to dance & it’s really adorable. He meets the old woman still managing the place & she keeps them in the entrance despite Taemin’s protests because it’s not that often that Taemin brings someone with him so she wants to know what’s up!! & Jongin is laughing like the little devil he is while talking to her & he doesn’t know if she even recognizes him but if she does, she doesn’t comment on it.

“Is he nice to you?”

“very nice!! he’s the nicest!!”

Taemin beams a bit at the compliment, but deflates as his almost-grandma snorts.

“He had a habit of biting people when he was a kiddo, did you know that? Has he bitten you?”

“Grandma!”

Jongin is laughing his ass off at Taemin’s expance & asking for more embarrassing stories, but Taemin drags him by the arm towards the stairs, pushing on Jongin’s back for him to go up as his grandma yells from downstairs that Taemin used to be a little bully & that Jongin can come here whenever he wants for more details about Taeminnie’s thug life as a 6yo.

“... you really went around biting people?”

“Only people who annoyed me. I might go back to old habits if you continue teasing me though...”

Jongin gives him the worst shit-eating grin he can muster as he wiggles his eyebrows & Taemin presses his palm against Jongin’s face to stop him as he grumbles.

“I shouldn’t have brought you here...”

“what? no! i’ll behave so don’t say that!”

Taemin steals another glance at him & sighs dramatically with a roll of his eyes & without another word, he just takes Jongin’s hand & opens the only door on the last floor. He knows he’s the only one who ever uses that room anymore. It’s a bit small, but he likes it a lot. Jongin frees his hand from Taemin’s hold & before Taemin can turn around, Jongin is hugging him from behind, hiding his face in Taemin’s neck & Taemin freezes.

“i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable just now...”

“You didn’t...”

Taemin’s voice is acute & he’s staring with wide eyes at their reflection in the mirrors & his heart is racing.

“alright...”

There’s a little silence & Taemin’s throat is too tight for him to speak. Then he sees Jongin perking up to look back at him in the mirrors in front of them. He’s smiling a bit, that small smile that always makes Taemin’s knees go wobbly when he sees it on pictures.

“taeminnie, i’m so happy to be with you again~”

“Me too...” he sounds breathless.

“do you like back hugs too?”

“I like any kind of hug with you.”

Jongin is laughing with a very pleased expression on his face.

“shall we dance now?”

Taemin wiggles in his arms & turns around to hug him properly & he sighs against Jongin’s chest & he holds him very tight.

“Gimme a few more minutes...”

“so demanding~”

“Sorry.”

Taemin sounds embarrassed & Jongin realizes he shouldn’t tease about this kind of thing so when Taemin’s hold on him loosens just a tiny bit, he’s the one who tightens it again.

“what should we dance to? do you have any requests?”

Taemin hums, as if lost in thoughts & the vibrations sends shivers down Jongin’s spine.

“I just realized that all the EXO choreos I know are your parts... it’s gonna be awkward to dance them together...”

Jongin bursts out laughing.

They start by warming up & they’re both too occupied stealing glances at each other’s moves & stretches to realize they’re being watched in return. Then Jongin just changes his moves a bit, enough for their dances to look pretty & let Taemin be comfortable because the boy is a little nervous mess... he’s actually dancing in front of Jongin, with Jongin, with EXO Kai & it’s difficult not to feel overwhelmed all of a sudden because Jongin truly changes when he dances & he looks so focused (& so hot) that Taemin keeps blinking & missing steps, but Jongin keeps telling him he’s doing good & he’s still far better than Jongdae will ever dream to be & Taemin is whining that he shouldn’t say anything bad about Jongdae!!

Jongin is asking to see him dance alone as his one & only audience & Taemin is trembling now because he might have told Jongin once or twice that sometimes he created choreos by himself but he has never been confident enough to upload them on his instagram & now Jongin wants to see & wow!! Taemin isn’t sure he can manage that level of stress... it’s like... JONGIN!! witnessing a choreo he made!! but then Jongin gives him puppy eyes & a begging pout as he keeps asking please please please & Taemin is very weak to puppy eyes & he’s very weak to Kim Jongin in general so he ends up agreeing while blushing a lot but it will come at a price!!

“uh? what do you mean? what’s the price?”

“I get to see you dance alone too!”

“yeah of course... anything you want!”

“I get to choose the song and you can’t say no to me!”

“........ taeminnie what do you have in mind?”

“Do we have a deal?”

Taemin’s cheeks are red but his eyes are very serious & there’s a little smile on his lips that seems a bit worrisome to Jongin but whatever, he’s too curious.

“alright alright!!”

They shake hands & Taemin looks very pleased all of a sudden but before Jongin can start getting concerned about what he got himself into, Taemin is choosing a song & Jongin decides that he’ll worry later.

Jongin recognizes the song but he stays silent as Taemin is breathing deeply while looking at himself in the mirror, & then he starts dancing & Jongin can’t take his eyes off of him. It’s Yellow Flicker Beat, by Lorde & Taemin is hypnotizing & bewitching & Jongin is gaping by the middle of the song & his heart is beating so damn fast. Taemin is so immersed in the song that he doesn’t pay attention to Jongin until it’s the end & he’s spread on the floor, suddenly remembering where he is & with whom. He hears clapping & he perks up to see Jongin looking at him with wide, shining eyes.

“oh my god!”

Taemin sits up & presses his hands on his red cheeks & Jongin is squirming closer to him on his butt with a big, big grin.

“you were so awesome i don’t even know what to say!”

“Thank you”

Taemin’s voice is tiny & he’s blinking fast again & he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“that was incredible, taeminnie! you’re so talented! you did all of this alone?”

“Yes, I did.”

“you’re... i don’t even know! you’re just brilliant!! you’re so graceful when you move and the first part, when she’s just humming... you gave me chills! it was mesmerizing!!”

“It’s not that good...”

“shut up! it is! your foot work! i love it!”

“I made a couple of mistakes though...”

Jongin puts his hands on Taemin’s ankles & moves his feet around.

“it was still amazing! you did very well! and i think that kind of song suits you a lot...”

“Thank you...”

“i want to see more! see this one again!! please please!”

Taemin rubs at his nose before he looks up at Jongin with a smirk.

“It’s gonna cost a lot.”

“i don’t mind... i’ll do any embarrassing or sexy dance your little mind is thinking about.”

Taemin starts laughing, hiding his mouth behind his two hands.

“I got caught!”

“which one it is? embarrassing or sexy?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see!”

Jongin winks at him & then presses him to get up & show him more & Taemin does. & maybe Jongin falls deeper into adoration of Taemin every passing second of seeing him move like he’s made of water, like every song resonating around has been made for the sole purpose of making him dance to them.

When Jongin feels satisfied enough & Taemin asks for a little break, Jongin warms up a bit, once more.

“are you gonna ask for artificial love?” he asks with a snort as he bends down to stretch his leg.

“I’m not insane!”

“uh? what do you mean?”

Taemin is blushing & waving his hand between them with a mumble.

“I don’t want Artificial Love.”

& now Jongin is pouting.

“why not?”

“I can’t watch you performing Artificial Love while we’re here alone in this small room!! You’d have to call for emergency before the middle of it!!”

Jongin freezes & turns very slowly to Taemin who takes sudden interest in the floor & his own feet, but he can still see & feel in the air that Jongin is smirking at him. That terrible Kai smirk. He’s probably also raising one eyebrow. That rude disrespectful boy.

“then what do you want, taeminnie~?”

Taemin pretends that he’s not fazed at all by Jongin’s suave, smooth voice as he coughs.

“I want Baby Don’t Cry.”

Jongin smiles & tilts his head.

“alright.”

“And I See You.”

“okay...”

“But first, I want My Lady.”

Jongin blinks, widens his eyes, then snorts & chuckles.

“there it is... but how is that better than artificial love?”

“You agreed to do any song I wanted!”

“i’m not saying no, i’m just concerned about your well-being!”

Taemin finally turns to look at him & sticks out his tongue at Jongin before he gets up & trots to the chair in the corner of the room. He sits down & brings his knees to his chest, circling them with his arms & smiles at Jongin.

“Go on!”

Jongin shakes his head slowly, but he does & he’s not facing the mirrors but Taemin instead & Taemin seems a bit taken aback at first but he doesn’t say anything, he simply locks his eyes on Jongin & buries his face under his arms so that hopefully, Jongin can’t see how much he’s blushing & Jongin dances to My Lady & it’s been a while since he has actually done that choreo, but it’s still imprinted in each of his muscles & maybe he’s doing just a little extra knowing that his Taeminnie is watching & Taemin is super silent through the whole song & Jongin keeps looking at him to make sure that he actually doesn’t have to call emergencies. By the end of the song, Taemin is uncomfortable in his pants & he knew this would happen & maybe he’s a little bit of a masochist but he really couldn’t resist the idea of watching Jongin do that for him so he doesn’t move an inch from his position because if he does, Jongin will 100% see his little problem down there so he stays frozen in place & claps his hands shyly.

“I love this song...”

Jongin brushes his hair away from his face & then goes to do the other songs Taemin wanted him to & Taemin can’t help but cover him in praises by the end of it, chirping like a baby bird & he’s still cautious as he moves around but Jongin comes closer to take his hands & intertwine their fingers & he smiles widely & thanks Taemin.

“I should be the one thanking you!! I’m so lucky!!”

Jongin shakes his head & then pulls Taemin up & against him & he draws him to the speakers to start another song before he brings him to the center of the room.

“dance with me, taeminnie~”

Taemin is a little taken aback because Jongin still holds his hands & he has a cheeky grin on his lips & Ooh La La La is playing & he’s not sure to understand what’s going on until Jongin starts moving his hips & dancing around, guiding him into some silly moves as they turn around. It’s stupid & it’s perfect & Taemin’s heart has trouble following what’s going on, but the rest of his body just goes with it & Jongin makes him turn & waltz before pulling him back against him & Taemin isn’t sure what he’s doing because he’s not used to dancing like this, but he likes it & he likes Jongin’s smile as he looks at him & he likes Jongin’s hands on him & he likes everything going on between them. Jongin brings him closer & puts his hand on Taemin’s lower back while they roll against each other & it’s getting a bit exhilarating, then Jongin makes him turn away again & brings him back & Taemin has a random realization that the song is ending, but it disappears in a pouf! because Jongin is holding him close & their faces are suddenly only a couple of centimeters apart & Jongin is looking at his lips & Taemin doesn’t hear anything, he has no idea which song is playing now, he doesn’t care, he gasps & Jongin’s hand is on his cheek & Jongin’s lips are on his.

Taemin freezes & for a second, Jongin is scared that he just did something wrong, but then Taemin closes his eyes & kisses him back & he clasps his hands around Jongin’s neck & everything! is! wonderful!! Jongin’s hands fall to Taemin’s waist & grasp his shirt & they’re kissing & hugging at the same time & Taemin can’t believe what is happening & he realizes that Love Shot is playing around them & it makes him smile through the kiss because this song really gave him everything. Jongin keeps kissing him & he doesn’t seem to want to let him breathe but Taemin doesn’t care about trivial things like breathing anyway!! he’s tasting Kim Jongin’s lips & it’s heaven. They still part -reluctantly- & Taemin’s eyes are still closed & he’s smiling & it makes Jongin want to kiss him again.

“taeminnie?”

“Yes?”

Taemin opens his eyes & Jongin smiles like an idiot & then shakes his head cutely.

“can i be your boyfriend, can i?”

Taemin burst out laughing & Jongin wants to kiss him but Taemin is laughing too hard so he ends up kissing his cheeks & his chin & only one of his lips until Taemin manages to calm down to kiss him properly.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!! All the yes!!”

Jongin hugs him close & they sway around & EXODUS is playing in the room so Jongin makes them move a bit to it & Taemin is hiding against Jongin’s chest & he feels so happy he might explode really soon.

“i like you a lot, you know...”

Jongin’s voice is low in Taemin’s ears & Taemin clings to him.

“I like you a lot too.”

Jongin seems so happy that Taemin has trouble processing it. Then Jongin goes away to change to a quieter playlist & lower the volume before he comes back to Taemin & they kiss. & they kiss. & they kiss. they could kiss all afternoon for all Taemin cares, he doesn’t want to do anything else anyway & he finds himself sitting on Jongin’s lap & they’re kissing each other & Jongin starts whispering that it might be difficult & that he hopes it won’t be too terrible for Taemin but he has to tell him, Taemin has to be prepared because they’ll have to be extremely careful & they can’t show anything at all & they won’t be able to see each other as much as they’ll want & he seems a bit shy all of a sudden, all tiny in Taemin’s arms, as if he’s scared that the conversation will make Taemin change his mind but Taemin is quick to reassure him that he doesn’t mind, not at all & they’ll go slow & they’ll stay careful & he’ll do anything if it means he gets Jongin.

They end up ordering food & Taemin has to promise his almost-grandma that they’ll be responsible & that he’ll clean the room perfectly & he’ll open the window so it doesn’t smell of fried chicken & Jongin looks so happy when fried chicken is mentioned & Taemin looks at him a raised eyebrow, because really, what was he expecting? As if Taemin would order anything else!!!!

“you really know me well!”

Taemin snorts.

“That’s the most basic information about you, don’t praise me for that!”

Jongin is giggling and stealing kisses & in that moment, he truly is the happiest.

They part a lot later, when they can’t steal any more minutes without thinking about the consequences for the both of them on the next morning & they kiss endlessly in the dance studio, until Taemin is light-headed & Jongin drives him back home & he keep whispering promises that he’ll make sure they meet soon again. Very soon. Super soon.

#fanboy!au #THIS IS SO LONG WHY IS IT SO LONG!!!!#;;#i hope you liked #♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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Chapter 51 Part One

A/N: Hellooooo! I know it’s been a few months since I last updated this story so I apologize for that! I hope this chapter makes up for this!

“Babe?” A set of gentle lips pressed down onto Addy’s forehead pulling her out of a deep slumber. Releasing a gentle moan, Addy’s eyes blinked open to find Harry staring down at her with an adorable smile spreading his lips, trying to contain his excitement.

“We are landing soon.” His hand rubbed against Addy’s leg as she tiredly rested her head on the prince’s shoulder. Addy’s green eyes scanned around the plane seeing all of their friends up and chatting excitedly as they were about to reach their destination.

Harry and Addy along with their friends, Mel and Tom, Skippy and Lara and Guy and Adrianna decided to take a vacation over their Christmas holiday to Croatia for the new year celebrations. It was a welcomed trip away from London where they all could enjoy some time together in the hot Croatian sun.

A quiet Addy peaked up at her boyfriend with a smile. “What?”

“Thank you for taking me on this trip, Henry.” Addy leaned in and placed her lips softly against the prince’s that lingered.

“You two get a room already!” Tom yelled from across the aisle making Harry and Addy break apart to turn and stare at him.

“Oh shut up, Tom. You and Mel were going at it like monkeys earlier.” Addy stifled her laughter seeing Tom’s surprised reaction. “Yeah, weren’t as subtle as you thought.” Harry muttered with a light giggle.

Adalyn peered out the window of the vehicle while holding tightly onto Harry’s hand. She had not let go of it since the moment the plane had landed. Harry had not disclosed the full details of their vacation to Adalyn, only the fact that they were going to Croatia for a few days and advised her on a few things to pack. Little did she know, she was in for a big surprise, as were all of his friends and their significant others.

Their range rover pulled up to a harbor coming to a rolling stop. A confused Addy turned to lock eyes with Harry questioningly. “Where are we going?”

A simple shake of the head gave Addy her reply. Harry was still not going to tell her. The prince hopped out of the vehicle and grabbed both of their bags. “I can carry mine.” Addy grabbed the handle, but was quickly scolded by the prince.

“No way!” Harry gently pushed Addy’s hand away. “I am not letting my girl carry her bag when I am perfectly capable of doing so.” Addy smiled adoring up at Harry while she rubbed up and down his back that signalled her appreciation.

“Thank you.” She pecked him on the cheek as she watched his smile spread wider.

Melanie came up behind Addy and grabbed her arm. “Come on! Let’s go!” She pulled Addy away from the prince. “I cannot believe we allowed these guys to plan a trip…” Mel leaned in and whispered to Addy. “I swear to god I will kill them all if we are going on a stupid fishing trip with them.”

Addy glanced back over her shoulder to make sure that Harry was right behind her. “I don’t think they are that stupid… or are they?”

Mel’s eyes darted towards Addy’s, locking in their gaze. “Ok… maybe it’s possible.” They both dissolved into a fit of giggles as they walked along the wooden path and turned the corner. Melanie nearly squealed deafening Addy’s ear when she saw a yacht waiting for them as they rounded the corner.

“Is that for us!?” She ran back to Tom practically dancing around him. While Addy had stopped dead in her tracks making Harry catch up to her. Taking in the view of the magnificent yacht, she felt extremely uncomfortable knowing how much this would have costed for Harry.

“Is it not big enough?” Harry could sense the uneasiness evaporating from within his girlfriend as he tried to make light of the situation.

“It’s too much, Harry.” Addy crossed her arms defensively without an ounce of laughter.

“It’s not really that much.” He tried to convince Adalyn that it was no nig deal at all. Harry had already anticipated this reaction from Addy.

“I can’t let you pay for all of this.” Addy shook her head slowly as she absentmindedly played with the necklace that Harry had given her. The rest of the group had walked off ahead of them nearly running onto the yacht. Dropping the bags down, Harry released a deep sigh.

“I’m not like them Harry…” Addy confessed. “Like your ex’s.” She turned to stare deeply into his blue eyes. “I can’t pay for these lavish holidays or expensive clothes and jewelry or –”

“Stop it!” Harry reached out and placed his hands on either side of Adalyn. “I am not asking you to be like that, nor have I ever.” His deep blue eyes were sincere.

“But, I can’t let you pay for all of it either.” Her voice cracked as she turned her head away feeling ashamed. “And I can’t keep affording it, and when I can’t, you pay and that is not fair to you, Henry…” She stared off into his blue eyes.

The prince released a deep sigh. He understood where Addy was coming from, but that was why he offered to foot the bill. “I did not take you here to make you more stressed out. You have been off work for nearly three months now and I know things are getting tougher for you.” Harry stepped closer to Adalyn. “I wanted this to be about us and our friends. We need this…. we need this getaway.” He sighed. “All I want in return is to see a smile on that pretty little face. To me that is worth more than anything on this trip. To see that gorgeous smile of yours that I rarely get to see now.”

Addy angled her head staring up at him sweetly. The wrinkles that had formed across her forehead had softened. “Ok… fine.” Addy closed in the distance between them and wrapped her hands around Harry’s neck. “But one day, I am going to take you somewhere, deal?”

“Deal.” Harry bent his head down and pressed his lips against Addy’s forehead.

“Now let’s get going before they think they can steal our room.” Harry was quick to grab their bags and lead Addy aboard the yacht.

“How’s the view?” Addy had escaped outside to the balcony that led from their suite to take in the fresh ocean breeze as they sailed along the water. Her eyes were glued ahead as she watched the city they embarked from slowly fading in the distant horizon as a sea of blue created more distance between.

Addy glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. “It’s beautiful.” She beamed as her head swiveled back out towards the ocean. Hearing a pair of footsteps behind her, Addy felt Harry wrap his arms around her tightly.

“Mmm, you are right. It is beautiful.” Harry released a deep chuckle. Addy’s hand slid down Harry’s arms resting her hands on top of his giving them a squeeze as silence flooded between them.

“What are you thinking right now?” Harry’s soft voice broke through her thoughts.

“You.” Addy confessed.

“Me?” Harry questioned.

“Just thinking of that night we met…” A smile crept up on Addy’s lips.

“I remember.” Harry spoke. “You were wearing a burgundy dress and your hair was down.” Addy listened in silence as the memory that had been playing in her mind was coming to light with every passing word of Harry’s. “I ran into you and nearly sent you to the floor.”

“But you caught me.” Addy interjected and turned her body around to face him still within the confines of his arms. A pair of blue eyes were staring back into her green orbs intensely. “Harry?”

“Yes, love?” Harry could see a fire burning in her eyes.

“Do you regret any of it?” Addy’s green eyes averted away from his stare.

“Regret you?” Harry asked with confusion until a slight nod of his girlfriend’s head nearly punched him in the gut. “Not for a second.” He watched as Addy remained silent. “Do you? Where is this all coming from?” Harry gently grabbed her chin and turned Addy’s head to make her look at him.

“It’s been what… eight months since we have been together and so much has already happened.” Her voice was quiet. “Some days I wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t met you.” Addy winced at the mere thought of it. “But, looking back now after everything… I wouldn’t want a day to go by without being with you. I would go through it all again if it meant I got to have you in my life.”

“Is this about me going back to Suffolk?” Harry cupped Addy’s cheeks tenderly.

“You going back… me going back to work… being on my own.” Addy shook her head with tightly closed eyes.

“I thought that was what you wanted, Adalyn?” A confused Harry massaged his thumb into the warm flesh of her cheek.

A set of green eyes opened staring right into the depths of him. “What I want is to be normal again.” Addy breathed in deeply. “I don’t want people tiptoeing around me. I don’t want you or my family always worried about every little thing I do like I am going to vanish or something.”

Harry held his tongue. But, I almost did lose you Addy. You almost vanished from my life. He thought to himself.

“I want to have fun again, Harry.” Addy rested her forehead against Harry’s. “Like that day we spent on the farm together….”

“Mmmm that was fun.” Harry smirked crookedly.

“I am just tired of bad things happening to us and want to focus on the good things. Like this trip and us!” Addy slowly tossed her head back while holding onto Harry’s hips.

“Well it is almost a new year. We can start fresh. Leave all the bad shit that has happened in the past.” He smiled down lovingly at Adalyn. “Except for meeting you. That was the best day of my life.”

“Ooh stop it.” Addy blushed at his words.

“It’s true.” Harry whispered across her lips as he leant down to place a kiss on top of them. “Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t.” Addy stood up and pressed her lips one more time to Harry’s. “We should go find our friends, shouldn’t we?”

“I guess so…” Harry growled and pulled his lips reluctantly off of Addy’s.

The yacht’s captain and crew were introduced to their group and were made aware of the schedule of stops for the next few days. The excitement of the group was palpable as if they all needed this mini vacation and getaway from the pressures of their daily lives.

The guys were diving into their beers as the girls got changed into their swimsuits. Today would be spent on the yacht with a chance to use the water sport toys as they continued onto their next destination.

Melanie and Adrianna were the first to appear as they headed straight to the bar for a drink. Tom could not keep his eyes off of Mel, checking her out in her bikini.

“Damn, I am a lucky man.” He stood up and went directly over to his girlfriend leaving the guys behind.

“He’s starting to sound whipped like you Harry.” Skippy stuck out his tongue at Harry seeing the glare in his eyes.

“I am not whipped, Skippy.” Harry took a swig of his beer. “Not even remotely.”

“I am.” Guy tossed his head back in laughter at his own confession while his friends joined in with his laughter.

“We all knew that, Guy.” Harry spoke out the obvious.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Adalyn walking down the stairs and did a double take. His mouth nearly dropped to the floor in surprise at how sexy his girlfriend was standing there in a green bikini that accentuated all of her curves in just the right areas.

“Holy hell.” Harry whispered under his breath, but he swore Addy heard him as she locked eyes with him in that very second. She shyly looked away from him seeing how he was devouring her with his eyes.

Addy was leaning up against the bar waiting to place her drink order when she felt a hand pressed on the small of her back. Knowing by the immediate touch it was her man, she leaned into him.

“You look so sexy.” Harry whispered into Addy’s ear as he gently rubbed over the exposed skin on her back.

“Thank you, love.” Addy looked up at her boyfriend. “Why don’t you get me a drink then and I will meet you by the hot tub.” Without another word she left Harry behind in a daze knowing that his eyes watched her backside as she walked away from him.

Walking by Skippy and Guy she quickly leaned in and said. “Harry is whipped whether he thinks so or not.” Skippy was nearly keeled over roaring with laughter that gained Harry’s attention as he caught Adalyn walking away from his friends.

“I cannot wait for the water fall hike! It is going to be so amazing!” Mel gushed as she stumbled and nearly spilled her drink over everyone in the hot tub. The yacht was sailing by the picturesque coastal town of Baska, attracting everyone’s eyes as the clear blue water along the old buildings captivated them.

Addy was mesmerized by the view that was in front of her. She felt Harry come up beside her as he kissed her shoulder gently. “Why don’t you go get dressed so we can explore a little bit?” His words caused Addy to turn her attention to him.

“We get to go there?” Addy beamed with excitement.

“Yeah! Let’s hurry so we don’t waste any time!” Harry grabbed her hand and helped his girlfriend climb out of the hot tub.

Harry could barely take his eyes off of Addy in the summery dress that she had put on as they embarked off the yacht. A pastel colored floral skirt was perfectly matched with a white off the shoulder top that hinted at her breasts. Her brunette hair was loosely pulled back into a classy bun, but what caught his eyes the most was the necklace he had given her that Addy kept on nearly everywhere she went. He would often find her playing with it when she thought he wasn’t looking.

“Hey!” Harry turned to look back over his shoulder to look behind at the group. “We have dinner reservations at 730pm. Don’t be late!”

“Are we going to split up or stay together?” Mel asked the group as they continued to walk along the harbour front boardwalk.

“What do you wanna do?” Addy whispered to Harry as they locked in each other’s eyes.

“I want you to myself for a little while.” Harry lifted his arm and wrapped it around his girlfriend’s shoulders as they broke apart from the rest of the group finding their own adventure in the small Croatian town.

“Hey! Where are you two heading off to?!” Tom yelled after them.

“Nowhere!” Harry snickered before grabbing Addy’s hand and nearly running off with her, laughing away as they ditched the rest of the group.

The couple walked around the small town of Baska and entered little shops along their way. People kept pulling them into their shop and taught them what life was like in the town as they showed them what they had made to sell in their sea-side shops.

Harry spotted Addy eying a painting that she kept going back to look at. It was of a couple sitting together on the beach looking across over the ocean done in a watercolour base. Something in it was drawing Addy to it, but each time she went back to it, she did not pick it up.

“See anything you like?” Harry approached Addy as ran her hands through the soft material of a hand made scarf.

She simply shook her head. “No…” But her eyes trailed back towards the painting for a few seconds before fully answering. “Not exactly.” Addy looked up at Harry. “I heard there is a market a few streets down. Do you want to go there?”

“Yeah, wherever you want to go.” Harry nodded while pulling out his wallet. “You thirsty? It’s so hot out here. Why don’t you grab us a few drinks before we go? I think I saw a stand just outside the door. I want to ask this owner something.”

“I could use a drink!” Addy took a few bills from Harry. “Coke or water, love?”

“Water is fine. I will see you out there.” Harry internally smiled as his plan to distract Addy worked as he watched her leave the little store. He quickly approached the shop owner. “Do you paint these by yourself?”

“I do, sir.” He nodded happily.

“Could you paint one for me?” Harry took a few steps back and grabbed the painting Addy had her eyes on to show him. “Like this?” He showed him.

“Yes!” He nodded again. “I can paint for you and your wife. She has an eye for art!”

Harry smiled at the thought of the shop owner calling Addy his wife. “Maybe one day she will be.” He joked with the owner. “Can you do it tonight? We are leaving back to the yacht later tonight. I will make it worth your while.”

“Give me three hours? Pick it up here?” The owner smiled at the prince.

“That would be great! I can come back or have someone get it.” Harry was smiling from ear to ear hoping that Addy would like it.

“Water colour? Same exact picture but you two?” The owner confirmed with the prince through broken English.

Harry nodded and pulled out his phone to show him a picture of a selfie the two of them took earlier that afternoon. “Yes, like this.”

Harry looked towards the exit and knew he had to get going before Addy became suspicious. “How much?” He gave the man more that what he had asked for and headed out the door to find Addy walking back with two cold waters in her hand.

“Ready to go? I asked around and I think the market is around the corner over there.” Adalyn pointed out ahead of them while handing her boyfriend some water.

“Let’s go there?” Harry took a big drink as the cool water trailed down his throat.

“I feel like we have been doing what I want today though… what do you want to do?” A hint of concern was laced in Addy’s voice as she found Harry’s hand and started to walk towards the direction of the market.

“I am good with whatever as long as I get to do it with you.” Harry picked up her hand and kissed it softly. “I got my fun earlier with the jet ski!”

The couple had found the market and was amazed at all the unique little souvenirs and Croatian things the people from Baska had made to sell. They were simply having fun picking out little gifts for one another, the sillier the better.

Addy was nearly in tears after laughing so hard at Harry as he modelled an apparent traditional dress that men in Baska wore to ceremonies. He popped out his hip with a pouty lip making Addy dissolve into endless giggles.

“I will take it!” She dug through her purse despite protests from the prince not to, saying he would never wear it. “It’s not for you!” Addy leaned into him. “I personally think it would look great on Will!” A mischievous smile formed on her lips.

“I agree with you, love.” Harry pulled it off over his head and eyed it again while holding it up. “I think William will love it too!” The prince winked at Addy as she paid for it and put it into a small bag.

“We should get Kate something too!” Addy continued to walk along the vendors eying custom jewelry when she heard their names being called out.

Harry looked up and scanned the crowd becoming on guard as he did not recognize the voice that called their names. His eyes searched hard and landed on what he saw were paparazzi practically running towards them with their cameras in hand. How the hell did they find them here? The prince had told no one he did not trust about this vacation he had planned.

“Addy, let’s go.” Harry gripped her hand and started to lead her through the market as quickly as he could. His eyes fell back on the protection officer that had re-joined them after keeping a substantial distance between them as per Harry’s request.

Addy heard her name being called out as she looked back to see why Harry was in such a hurry to leave. A group of paps were hot on their heals as they weaved through the market stands. Her body became tense as she quickened her pace in order to keep up with Harry’s long strides.

“How did they find us?” Addy looked towards Harry who was wearing an angry expression with his brow furrowed and jaw clenched tightly.

“I don’t know. They are ruthless like I have always told you, Addy.” He spoke through pursed lips. His hand was still gripping Adalyn’s hard as his eyes scanned for the best way to get them out of there.

“HARRY! ADDY! COME ON SHOW US A LITTLE SOMETHING!”

“Harry you are going too fast, I can’t keep up.” Harry was nearly running, but Addy’s sandals were not exactly the practical type.

“You have too, love. Please try.” Harry’s voice was begging her to.

She gripped his hand tighter and gained his blue eyes turning back to check on her. A playful glint in Addy’s green eyes caused him to not look away. “Lose them, Henry.” The corner of her lips turned into a lighthearted grin.

“My pleasure.” Harry squeezed her hand tight, ensuring he had a good grip on it.

“Extra points if you lose your RPO too.” Addy giggled as the thrill of the run coursed through her.

“Extra points?” Harry’s eyebrow rose suggestively as his determination to please Adalyn turned the pursuit higher. He suddenly turned back on his heel and weaved them back through the same vendors they had just passed through after he noticed the paps having taken another route.

The prince travelled back towards the harbour front with Addy right by his side as they tried to ditch the paparazzi and his RPO. Addy glanced back over her shoulder seeing that the paps had were somehow gaining ground on them as their continual shouts of their name echoed from behind closer and closer. “Harry, they are getting closer!”

His eyes searched around, trying to find an escape route. A devilish grin appeared on his lips once he spotted it. “Do you trust me?” Harry locked eyes with his girlfriend’s that held a mix of fear of the unknown and adventure from the chase circling in them.

“Always.” Their gaze lingered for a second longer.

“Don’t let go of me.” He tugged on her hand gently as they took often down towards the docks. Running through dock after dock of boats lining them, the prince spotted an older man preparing his boat to leave. Their footsteps echoed against the old wood that swayed over top of the water as their pace quickened.

Addy looked up to see exactly where Harry was taking her as adrenaline coursed through her to run faster along side him. “A boat?”

“Yes!” Harry smiled proudly of his plan. “Sir?!” He waved his free arm to gain attention of the man. “Start your boat, we will pay you well!”

The elderly man looked around and spotted the couple eagerly running down the dock being chased by people with cameras. He waved his arm to join them before he ran towards the controls as the engine of the boat roared to life. Harry glanced back over his shoulder. There may be enough distance between them and his RPO that he may actually lose everyone like Addy had asked him too.

Harry helped Addy get on the boat safely first as she stepped across a short wooden plank, letting go of his hand for the first time since the chase had started. The elderly man directed Harry in quickly untying the ropes that secured the boat onto the dock while making sure his girlfriend was safely seated at the front.

His girlfriend looked down the long row of the dock and saw them gaining ground as their voices became clearer. “Harry come on!” Addy stood up and walked towards the boat. “Get on!” She warned him and stuck out her hand for him to grasp.

The prince gave the boat a hard push to create some space between the boat and the dock in a last ditch effort to ensure no one would jump on. He grabbed Addy’s hand as she pulled him onto the boat with all the strength she had within her. His body crashed into her, making her nearly lose her footing with a light gasp.

Harry’s arm wrapped around her to secure Addy in place as her green eyes peaked up at him fondly. “You did it!” A set of green eyes were proudly smiling up at Harry.

“I did it for you, love.” He wanted to get lost in the depths of those green eyes again, but their names being shouted alerted him back to the reality of the situation at hand. The couple could hear the snaps of the cameras left in their wake as the boat successfully left the harbour.

Addy blindly searched for his hand, turning around to see the elderly man grinning at them ear to ear. “Hello!” She could not help but dissolve into a fit of breathless giggles as she tried to regain her breath from the long run.

“Thank you, sir. For helping us out.” Harry greeted the elderly man and introduced themselves. “This is my girlfriend, Addy.” He shook the man’s hand. “I’m Harry.”

“Welcome aboard my boat! The beautiful Josephine!” The man graciously welcomed them and offered them to sit and relax as he took them on a tour after they politely refused not to further waste his time.

“Please. I insist.” The man sat them down and gave each of them a traditional Croatian fruity drink. “I want to show you my beautiful country!”

Addy looked up at Harry to see if he wanted to stay on the boat and get a private tour from a local. “Do you want too? I think it will be fun.” She searched his blue eyes for an answer.

“I am in!” Harry smiled happily and lifted his arm for Addy to snuggle in closer. “I am happy I got my extra points.” The prince cheekily smiled down at Addy. “When do I get my reward?”

Addy tossed her head back with laughter and then breathed out a sigh. “Tonight…” She peaked up at Harry and bit down on her bottom lip, silently telling her boyfriend what his reward would be.

“Mmmm… in the hot tub?” Harry questioned with a suggestive eyebrow.

Addy simply nodded at the idea before turning her attention back to the elderly man who was telling them about the history of the town as they sailed along the coastal line.

Harry and Addy were all smiles only having eyes for one another as they walked hand in hand into Gallo, the restaurant they were to meet the rest of their group at after an afternoon of exploring. No member of the group missed seeing their gleeful smiles as they took the last few empty seats at the end of the table. The couple were a few minutes late having gotten back from their little private tour along by the local man who aided in their escape.

“What did you two get up to this afternoon?” Adriana leaned in towards Addy as Harry sat down beside Guy.

Addy glanced towards Harry unsure of what to say exactly so he stepped in and answered. “Well, we were exploring the little shops and markets when paps starting chasing us.” The whole table was now listening as they all formed shocked expressions.

“Seriously? All the way in Croatia?” Melissa’s expression softened as she looked across the table to see Addy’s smile fade and become quiet. She felt for Adalyn deeply. To have someone always wanting to photograph you and the lengths that they would go to just to get that one picture would certainly take its toll on her. Especially when she was meant to be on a stress free vacation that she desperately needed.

“Why?” Tom asked his friend.

“They only have one reason Tom.” Harry simply shrugged his reply before seeing Adalyn’s smile no longer there. All of his life he had hated the press for intruding on his personal life. All he was trying to do was to take his girlfriend on a vacation and he couldn’t even do that without them following them.

The prince nudged her leg gently underneath the table to subtly get Addy’s attention. Her green eyes lifted, locking in his gaze as he silently asked with his eyes if she was alright. A light nod with an attempted smile gave Harry his answer.

“But, then we escaped from them and got on a boat.” Addy’s smile re-appeared. “We got a tour from a local fishermen and he showed us around. He took us to a little hidden cove and it was amazing!”

“No way!” Mel wanted to hear more about it all.

“Some total James Bond shit.” Guy patted Harry on the back. “Wait… you even ditched your RPO?!”

Harry bit down on his bottom lip as a naughty glint appeared in his blue eyes. He was waiting for a phone call from his grandmother or father knowing he would get in shit for doing so. But, it was all worth it to spend some alone time with Addy on that little boat. “Yeah, waiting for the backlash as we speak.”

What Addy did not tell the group was the local man, Leo, actually took them back to his home on the coastal town where they met his wife, Josephine; the women whom he named his boat after. They had a lovely chat and were offered an assortment of traditional Croatian baking and a large selection of teas. There was something that Josephine told Harry as they were leaving their home to meet their friends. She told him something that he simply could not ignore as it felt like a foreseeable warning to him. “The eyes always tell their own story you know. They are the entry to the soul. She has a lot of fear behind her eyes that girl does. She hides that fear from you.”

“Harry?” Addy’s voice brought him back from the memory. “Want to share something with me?” He picked up the menu and quickly scanned through it.

“Yeah we could order two plates and share, love.” Harry winked at Addy. “You choose what you would like, I am good with whatever.”

“Are you sure?” Addy angled her head at Harry.

“Positive.” His gentle eyes reassured her.

The smile that grew on her lips was a sight he simply could not look away from. It was a smile that Harry rarely got to see since after the incident with Jake. He planned this trip with Guy all because he wanted Adalyn to remember what it was like to have a little fun and to relax without the pressure building up around her from all aspects of her life.

The press were at an ultimate high with their inquisitive nature about Adalyn as news of the kidnapping and desire to know how ‘Prince Harry’s girlfriend’ was coping with the aftermath. They even were getting braver asking about Addy during his official engagements to which he never gave a reply to validate anything. This caused Adalyn to want to close her self off from the outside world simply because she could not handle how the paparazzi shouted question after question about it to her.

Adalyn’s curator job at the Imperial War Museum were continually breathing down her neck about starting back up as projects sat uncompleted and were threatening to give all of her hard work she had done onto someone else. She confided in the prince shortly after his surprise visit to her grandparents farm that she was worried if she did not go back, that she would have no job to go back too. Adalyn questioned herself if she was ready too, but in the end that question did not matter as she could not give up her job. The plan was for Addy to start back up in the new year part time for the first month and then back to regular hours once she settled back in.

But, for the time being he would take that smile she was giving Harry knowing what was awaiting for him later in the hot tub that night.

To be continued….

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