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musicallisto · 4 years ago

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Clara!! Congrats on hitting 800 followers!! 💖 For the event, may I get a 🍨 for the MCU? I'm 23 years old, a straight female (she/her), a Cancer, a Gryffindor/Hufflepuff and an INFJ. I enjoy writing, working out, singing, watching movies, fighting for what's right in the world, travelling and reading. I'm fun and loyal to the bone. Also, I love languages, learning and helping others in need, etc. I'm a current aspiring English teacher as well. xo!

here’s your vanilla milkshake, Ella, and buckle up, because it’s high time we talked about your relationship with none other than king t’challa...

it wasn’t unusual for you to visit Wakanda and offer your help. despite the inhabitants’ wariness to letting you inside the borders of their small, coveted state - especially because you were a foreigner -, you were forever in debt to King T’Chaka when he had given sanctuary to your parents a redoubtable pair of spies, long before you were born, as they were relentlessly tracked by HYDRA after their cover was blown

so you intended to pay off that debt, and thank T’Chaka and the kingdom for all it had done for you and your family; and over the years, you became pretty well-known among the high spheres of Wakandan society as a defensor to the crown, just as loyal as any Wakandan-born subject

You took on many roles in Wakanda - your nurturing and helpful nature made you want to assist, in any way that you could, and oftentimes you joked that Wakanda certainly didn’t need any help that you could offer, but you loved your place nonetheless

Most notably, you worked as a teacher, a translator, and a doctor, three hats that you willingly put on whenever there was work to be done

Throughout the years, and with how often you visited the remote country, Wakanda, in a sense, became your second home, and King T’Chaka, the one who had taken you under his wing and trusted in you when no one else had, a second father

In particular, you became good friends with T’Challa when he was still a prince, and later on, your friendship blossomed through the hardship of the King’s death, and his coronation

You were his rock, his anchor, his lighthouse when he couldn’t see a thing in the night of his despair - when the world was cold and gray and all seemed pointless, when he thought he did not have the courage nor the strength to take on the immense responsibility of his country, you were there to remind him that he was the bravest and most selfless man you’d ever known, with a sense of honor like no other, and few kings in human history had been more fit to rule than he was

But there was still a strong element of mischief to your relationship. Growing up a Prince in an immense palace with personnel ready to excuse any of his whims, and especially with Shuri as a sister, T’Challa had been used to... getting up to no good, to put it mildly, in his childhood and teenage years

(He was always such a noble and dignified character, always concerned with the good of his people and what’s morally good, that he was bound to need a form of catharsis)

A catharsis that he pulled you into, much to your dismay

(Or so you pretended that it was dismay, but in reality you kind of enjoyed the thrill of a little trouble in a place as sacred as the Citadel)

“T’Challa, you’re sure we won’t get in trouble?”

“Oh, if we get caught, we will, that’s for sure.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Suddenly the gigantic chocolate mousse and banana split you had snuck into the royal kitchens to take a bite into in the middle of the night did not taste as delicious

But T’Challa simply broke into a wide grin

“So let’s just not get caught.”

Simple problems, simple solutions. Everything was simple with him - or maybe it was just your heart floating whenever you were around him

The lines between friendship and romance became a little blurred at some point, honestly; it was hard telling when you two exactly started considering the other as a lover and not just a platonic partner, but to the exterior eye it almost didn’t change a thing - you were always together, after all, and had been since many many years

When he decides to open Wakanda to the world and ramp down the isolationist policy, he inevitably has to go on travels all around the world to meet political dignitaries, which is basically a first in the history of Wakanda - until then, if anyone had something to say to the King of Wakanda, they flew all the way to the Palace or stayed silent

So he was a little bit nervous, especially because his father hadn’t given him any advice on anything of the sort; but you were well traveled and knew all the customs and cultural faux-pas that he should carefully observe, so you accompanied him on all his travels

And wandering the world with T’Challa, despite the fact that it was for work and for political gain and strategy, proved to be your greatest adventure yet

With your knowledge of languages, you were seldom lost in foreign countries, but sometimes even you were beaten by a confusing road sign, or a fast-speaking dignitary that you hadn’t understood at all

So you did get lost in a completely foreign country on more than one occasion, yes

But at least T’Challa was always there to find a silver lining to the situation and make you smile

“At least we’re seeing the country!”

And oh, did you see many countries with your formidable King, lover, and best friend on your arm

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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years ago

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Silver Service

A Royal Romance Au fanfic sequel to Protect and Serve

We go back into the past to learn about one of Bastien’s former lovers

Word Count 4150

A/N Warning - character death NS*W - if threesomes aren’t your thing, read no further. NO UNDER 18S PLEASE

4 Two’s company, Three is more fun

Bastien crawled out from under the table, which had shielded him from the blast. His ears rang and his eyes stung from the acrid smoke and the horrible smell of charred flesh. It was dark to start with, then the emergency lighting kicked in. Lisa was most definitely not going to answer any more questions, judging by the mangled body on the other side of the table. The room was black and he realised that the wetness he felt running down his neck wasn’t blood, but the sprinkler system kicking in. It wasn’t needed as the smoke quickly cleared and he hit the off switch on the wall.

He made his way swiftly to Parker, lying in a heap against the door. His leg was bleeding heavily but seemed to be otherwise intact, if stunned. Judging by the scraps of plastic nearby, he had managed to shield himself from the worst of it by diving behind one of the bucket chairs. Normally it was bolted to the floor but the blast from the explosives concealed in Lisa’s phone had blown it clear off.

Bastien said a silent prayer of thanks that his reflexes were still fast enough and he had escaped injury. He carefully rolled Parker away from the door and opened it. His ears continued to ring but he could hear now. There was shouting from the corridor outside as the other guards made their way to the room to assess the situation.

‘It’s okay, it’s safe to come in’ Bastien shouted ‘Lisa had explosives in her phone. Who the hell let her in with something like that, how did it get past security checks?’ He turned to Parker, lying on the floor and coughing weakly ‘Get help for him. Lisa’s dead’ He retrieved his cane and walked out into the corridor. He was almost knocked by someone running full pelt into him and before he knew it, Sophia was holding onto him tight, her voice high with anxiety.

‘Bastien, what happened? I was coming down to the kitchens to talk to chef and I heard the explosion’ Other members of staff, white faced and shaking, were appearing. Bastien kept hold of Sophia, squeezing her tight to reassure her he was alright, and spoke loudly.

‘Evacuate the staff wing, now. Make sure Liam and Regina are safe – take them to the panic room if they’re not already there’ He called James over and turned back to Sophia ‘Go with James, I need to make sure she’s not left any devices anywhere else’ he said calmly. He nodded to the other man ‘Take her to one of the safe houses – don’t tell me which one until I contact you’

‘No’ said Sophia firmly ‘You said no more active duty. Let Lewis do it’ James looked at him, and he sighed heavily.

‘You’re right of course, I don’t need to be on site. We need sniffer dogs – evacuate the building and call the army to help sweep the Palace. If Lisa smuggled that in, who knows what else she might have managed. She can’t have been innocent. She claimed she’d accidentally found the code to Constantine’s safe, but it didn’t sound right. I suspect she was far more than just a maid. I think this was a snap decision of hers to prevent us finding out any more about who she was working with’ Just then Lewis arrived. He had been off duty and had dressed quickly and come from his apartment at the other end of the building – as a precaution his quarters were as far as they could be from Bastien’s and the security suite.

The two men decided that the Palace wasn’t safe, so they arranged a total evacuation in case Lisa had managed to smuggle in any other devices. Thankfully the Palace was the only place she’d worked so other locations were most likely safe. Bastien was angry that security checks hadn’t come up with anything when she was first employed. Liam and Regina were taken from the panic room and sent straight to Applewood, and all the other nobles were escorted back to their rooms to pack their belongings and told either to go home or follow the royals to Applewood. Palace staff were told to go to families or into hotels in the town until the Palace was declared safe, while others were to go to Applewood.

Lewis was to stay at the Palace in a cottage in the grounds while it was being examined, and Bastien had his rooms examined before he and Sophia went back to pack things for Applewood. Sophia remained pale and quiet throughout and was reluctant to leave his side, so he was indulgent and made sure she stayed with him.

The explosion was played down as a kitchen accident, and the evacuation kept quiet by announcing that the Palace was undergoing renovations. Although Bastien had asked for the Army to go in and help make a thorough security sweep, again this was explained away as an unscheduled exercise, facilitated by the Palace being empty. After that, Liam’s arrangements for the Charity tour diverted attention away from the incident. Nobles and commoners were invited to present cases for worthy causes and projects so that the Council of Nobles could select and approve them and work out an itinerary.

In his office at Applewood, Bastien received intel that Justin had left the country and was beyond his reach, so he decided to call on Interpol to help trace him. When they came back with a list of specialists, he raised his eyebrows and picked up his phone, assaulted by a series of memories.

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Five years ago, Bastien was chasing Crown Prince Leo around the world. He was getting wilier and wilier, and after getting bored with exploring Europe, he ended up in New York. Bastien had at last caught up with him, and luckily this time he had one of his men with him, a younger man called Lewis who showed promise. He was tasked with watching over the Prince in his hotel room while Bastien took the night off. The Royal Jet was en route to the city bringing reinforcements and would be taking them all back to Cordonia the next evening.

Bastien changed out of his work clothes into something more casual, throwing a black leather jacket over a shirt and sweater with black chinos. He really needed some proper R and R. His usual preference was to go camping or fishing, but that wasn’t feasible in the city and he didn’t have time to go further afield, so he found himself out on the streets letting his feet take him where they would. Before he realised it, he was walking through the door of a dingy back street club, the thumping beat of music audible from outside. It was the kind of place he’d never have gone to out of choice but he’d followed Leo into similar places so many times he’d started to like them and feel at home there. Normally he liked Jazz or classical music, but tonight he needed something more primal. He needed jostling bodies and sweat and a willing partner.

He found himself at the bar with a cold beer, sizing up the dancers on the dance floor as the music throbbed and battered at his eardrums and coloured lights swept across the swaying crowd, in thrall to the beat. It was hot from body heat and smelled of sweat and deodorant and perfume and alcohol. His eyes, ears, nose and tongue all sent signals to his brain and he didn’t need to think or plan or do anything he didn’t want to.

‘Hello handsome’ Despite the noise Bastien was aware of the intrusion before the brunette approached him from behind to lean in close and greet him ‘You don’t look familiar’ She was young, skimpily dressed, and he could see straight down her ample cleavage. Glitter was scattered across her chest and her perfume was heady, intoxicating. Before he could answer, someone placed a hand on her shoulder.

‘Back off Gina, go find another mark. This guy doesn’t want to wake up tomorrow morning with an empty wallet and a nasty rash’ She pouted at the new arrival, stepping back from Bastien and shrugging the hand off.

‘Hey Nazario, a girl needs to make a living.’ He was younger than Bastien, Latino, with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. He wore a brown leather jacket and black jeans, his shirt open at the neck to reveal smooth skin which he guessed under natural light was a soft caramel colour in contrast to his own olive slightly tanned Mediterranean complexion.

‘Well go and make a living somewhere else – beat it or I’ll take you in.’ he carried on. She flounced off and Bastien took a swig from his bottle and stared the newcomer down. ‘This is where you say thanks for saving you from a nasty experience’ he said, tipping his head to the side.

‘What makes you think she’d have taken me in? Just because I’m not from round here doesn’t mean I’m green’ Bastien said. The other man rolled his eyes and went to turn away, but Bastien reached out and grabbed his arm. He looked down at his hand, then up at Bastien. He didn’t flinch, but kept hold of him for long enough to convey that he wasn’t backing down, then his expression softened. He flicked his head toward the barman ‘Get this man a drink’ he commanded, letting go.

The barman poured another beer – obviously Bastien’s self styled saviour was a regular at the bar. Bastien reached out and they shook hands. ‘Bastien Lykel’ he said shortly

‘Damien Nazario’

‘NYPD?’ Bastien asked

‘I guess you got that from me threatening to take Gina in’ Bastien nodded

‘Yes, but I can always tell someone from the same kind of business’

‘Oh yes? So where are you from? That accent’s not local – it’s not even from this side of the Atlantic.’

‘The other side of the Atlantic is accurate enough’ he said ‘I work in security. I’m here on business, just a short stop’

‘Have you seen the sights?’

‘I didn’t have time’ Another girl, a petite redhead, made her way up to Damien, snuggling into him and nodding at Bastien.

‘Who’s your friend, Dames?’ she looked him up and down appraisingly and bit her lip.

‘A transatlantic acquaintance’ he replied. Before they could exchange any more words over the noise of the music the beat changed, and she jumped up and down

‘Oh I have to dance to this – come with me, Mr Transatlantic’ she cooed, and grabbed his arm, tugging him to the dancefloor. After only a moment’s hesitation he allowed her to lead, and she started to bob and gyrate with the rest of the dancers. The music was so loud it pounded in his chest and it felt like he was swimming in it. It wasn’t long before he allowed his body to go with the flow, inhibitions loosened by the beer and the anonymous location. Here no-one knew who he was and he could let go, as he did from time to time out of situation. Many who knew him as the stony faced head of the Kings Guard would not recognise him, simply because his conduct was totally opposite to his usual professional demeanour. He shook his body loose, letting go of the frustrations of the last few weeks. He may not be able to dance like Lord Maxwell, but he had a good sense of rhythm and was agile and light on his feet from his martial arts training. His quick moves gave off an impression of power and stamina. The girl watched him intently, still spinning and bobbing with the music. He leaned closer

‘I didn’t get your name’ he shouted ‘I’m Bastien’

‘Carmen’ she replied. Damien appeared behind her, and she looked back at him over her shoulder coquettishly, biting her lip. She pressed herself back into his body and swung her hips, rising and falling and reaching back to caress him, all the time looking at Bastien.

She reached out to take his hands and drew him near, putting his hands on her hips as she leaned into Damien. Again her hips swayed and he both watched and felt her sinuous movements, his hands staying on her for a few moments before she threw them off and started to turn and pivot between the two men, staring at and engaging first one, then the other until he felt dizzy. Damien fixed his gaze to Bastien’s - he felt heat in his belly and gazed back at him keenly, from time to time flicking his gaze to Carmen’s face. He wasn’t sure which one attracted him more, though the redhead was a little too petite for him. Still, small women had surprised him in the past so she still might be interesting.

‘I want you – both of you’ she said hoarsely, leaning toward him ‘Have you got somewhere we can go, Mr Transatlantic?’ He frowned slightly and Damien picked up on his reluctance. They were close enough that the volume of the music allowed them to make themselves heard without shouting too loud.

‘You can come to mine – I had the cleaner in today, it’s cool’ Bastien’s head swam, but caution won out. This could all be a sting, his instincts told him Nazario was most probably NYPD, but a good con man could easily give that impression.

‘I need to make a call’ he said, and the other man nodded in approval.

‘Whatever you need to do’ he replied, and Bastien left them dancing, stepping outside the back door of the club where the smokers went, and texted Lewis to get him to do a security check. Within minutes the other man’s details came back, complete with his NYPD ID photo. He checked out as legitimate, and Leo was secure so Bastien dove back into the club. The fresh air had given him a chance to think twice about what he was doing, but he hadn’t changed his mind. He’d been led a merry dance by the prince for some weeks, and he needed to destress before he returned to Cordonia to report on his movements. These few hours were his, to do with as he would.

Damien and Carmen were still dancing, and he joined them again. Carmen smiled and turned her back to Damien, grabbing the front of his jacket, which suddenly felt too hot, too confining as she drew him closer, swinging her hips and allowing her breasts to brush against him. The music got hold of him again and he let himself be swept away. Carmen was steering him to the edge of the dancefloor and Damien followed. He felt himself growing hard as Carmen pushed him against the wall at the edge of the dancefloor and pressed herself against him. Har hand wandered down between their bodies and he saw her eyes go wide.

‘Oh Mr Transatlantic, you are a special man’ she said, at discovering his size. She turned away to Damien and spoke in his ear. He looked at Bastien, grinning, and reached in his pocket to retrieve his house keys, dangling them on his fingers. He came closer to Bastien.

‘I think we’d enjoy ourselves more somewhere private’ he said. Bastien nodded – he had limited time and he found both of them attractive. He patted his jacket pocket, checking he had his supply of condoms – a brand that he knew fitted him comfortably and were reliable. Carmen disappeared to the ladies’ room and the two men waited for her. Damien looked at him ‘You’re happy to go with both of us?’ he asked, and Bastien nodded

‘I don’t discriminate’ he answered ‘but I call the shots’ Damien nodded

‘Only fitting, as you’re a guest in our city’ he grinned. ‘It’s not far to mine, we can walk’

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It only took fifteen minutes to walk to Damien’s apartment on the third floor in a non descript block, neither a slum nor a penthouse, somewhere on the cheap side of respectable. Carmen held on to Bastien’s arm all the way, chatting about nothing in particular, trying unsuccessfully for her companion to tell where he came from, or any personal details.

Damien let them in, and as soon as they were inside, Carmen was on Bastien, pushing him against the wall and crashing her lips to his. He responded hungrily as she tore at his clothes. Damien laughed

‘You two get started, Carmen knows where the bedroom is’ He disappeared to the bathroom as Bastien spun her round so she was the one pinned to the wall and it was easier for him to strip. They left a trail of clothes to the bedroom and she squealed as he threw her naked onto the bed, pressing her down, his mouth claiming hers, hand smoothing over her belly and between her thighs.

Some kind of magic happened between the three of them that night. Few words were spoken as he went down on her, tongue twirling and probing. Carmen gasped and spread her thighs wide, hands twisting into his hair and encouraging him on. Damien joined them and with a few deft touches they manoeuvred so Bastien lay on his back, Damien wordlessly working on his hard length with hand and mouth – taking what he could into his mouth and wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft. He certainly knew how to give a good blow job, and with the added stimulation of Carmen lowering herself onto Bastien’s face so he could finish what he started, it wasn’t long before he came, Damien swallowing and Carmen bucking as she came to her own climax.

The two New Yorkers were eager to try Bastien for size, but Carmen rode Damien first as Bastien retrieved his condoms and watched them, stroking himself ready for action. They rose and fell together, Carmen watching Bastien and switching when he was hard enough and had pulled on a condom. She took her time lowering herself onto him until she had taken as much as she could. Damien watched and stroked himself while Bastien rolled her over onto her back and set up a slow steady rhythm until she was moaning and pleading for her release.

Bastien could tell the petite woman wasn’t coping well with his size, so he pulled out, and again with a few touches and directions, Damien lay on his back for Bastien to slowly inch his way into him, helped by liberal amounts of lube. Bastien directed that Carmen should ride Damien once he was comfortable. She mounted Damien, facing Bastien to kiss him and press her breasts to his chest. The three of them moved slowly together, the room full of their moans and gasps. Carmen slowed and switched so she faced Damien to kiss him, and Bastien was rewarded by the sight of her rounded buttocks, Damien’s length disappearing into her.

They cooperated to slow and quicken the pace, rising and falling, thrusting and gyrating until with a guttural cry Carmen came noisily, setting off a chain reaction that resulted in Damien coming first, closely followed by Bastien. Carmen slid off to the side, Bastien carefully withdrawing with the condom, and she padded off to the bathroom to get cloths to clean up.

Bastien asked if it was okay to use the shower when Carmen had settled, eyes fluttering sleepily. Damien followed him and watched as he lathered himself up, eyes roaming over his body.

‘You’re in good shape’ he said admiringly ‘That was a blast, hope it was okay for you’ Bastien lifted his chin to invite him in to the shower cubicle, generously sized in the small apartment to make up for the lack of a bath.

‘It’s been a while, but yes, it was good, I don’t often get to be with two people. Carmen is remarkable – is she your partner?’ Damien lathered Bastien’s back as he turned, his hand smoothing firmly over his shoulders and firm buttocks.

‘Not as such, we hook up every now and again. I don’t think she’ll forget tonight in a hurry’ He stood to let the water rinse him clean.

‘Glad to be of service’ Bastien replied ‘Can I take your number and we can meet up if I’m back – I do come this way once or twice a year’ Damien started to let the water cascade over him and Bastien admired his body, not as taut as his or as hirsute, but enough to want to visit him again. His member was not as thick as his �� few were – but was cut and almost equalled him in length.

‘Sure’ Damien agreed ‘I’d like that – with or without Carmen?’

‘Either’ Bastien replied with a grave expression. Damien lathered himself and he helped, his hands sliding over Damien’s body. ‘Things were a little uneven for you’ he observed, noticing that he became hard under his ministrations. Damien only moaned in answer and leaned against the cubicle wall, Bastien wrapping his soapy hand around his member. He brought his hand up, thumb swiping around the tip, then down, his hand twisting on the way.

Damien leaned back as the older man carried on sliding his hand up and down and round, leaning forward to nip at his neck and ear, pressing his own hard body against him. It didn’t take long before his hips bucked and rocked and his semen mingled with the water that cascaded down from the shower head. Bastien slowed and came to a stop, making sure Damien was okay as he came down from his orgasm before getting out of the shower and drying himself.

‘You can stay the night if you like’ Damien offered.

‘I’d like to but I have to be back early’ he said

‘Carmen’s a cuddler’ Damien said with a soft smile ‘Though she’s probably out for the count right now’ Bastien thought things over as he retrieved his clothes from the floor, all dropped in the haste of passion and overlooked by Damien. He went into the small lounge diner and stepped back into his boxer briefs. He shrugged into his shirt, folding his pants and sweater and hanging his jacket on the back of a chair. It seemed a shame to end the night like this.

‘Let me double check’ he said. Lewis might be fatigued watching over Leo. He texted him and got a reply straight away. The jet had arrived early as Constantine had insisted his son return to meet a delegation from Monaco, and already there were two more of his men there to take care of things. They would be leaving mid morning rather than the evening, so he had more time than he had hoped for. He could sleep on the plane as three other men, two of them fresh, should be enough to curtail any ideas Leo had of gaining his freedom. He told Lewis to get some sleep and expect him for breakfast. He turned back to Damien.

‘I can stay for a while. Do you have any liquor?’ Damien nodded and went into the tiny kitchenette to get a bottle of bourbon and two glasses, which were passably clean under Bastien’s scrutiny. They drank and talked for a while, avoiding sensitive information and sticking to the perils of their profession – and a few amusing anecdotes. Bastien was pleased to find how easily they related to each other – it was unusual and refreshing to be able to talk about work without letting his status as Captain get in the way. He kept his location and the identity of his employers vague and Damien didn’t question it. He turned as he heard a noise at the door. Carmen stood there wearing what was obviously one of Damien’s shirts, her expression sleepy, her hair tousled.

‘Hey boys, I’m kind of lonely’ she purred ‘Somebody come and keep me warm’ She laughed at Damien’s expression ‘Just cuddling, promise – unless either of you had other ideas’

‘Sleep sounds good’ Damien replied ‘Bastien, like I said, you can stay if you like’ The guard looked at his smartphone, working out how long it would take to get back to his hotel, and set an alarm accordingly.

‘Thankyou, but only to sleep’ he asserted. The bed was a generous size, which made Bastien wonder how many times there had been multiple partners in the bedroom. He lay on his back with Carmen nestling into his side, her small frame not quite fitting properly, and Damien lay behind her, an arm thrown over her hip and straying to Bastien’s belly, at which he felt a twitch of arousal. He dismissed it and before long had drifted off to sleep with Carmen’s scent teasing his nostrils.

Next chapter 5 Memories of another life

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