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Liar, Liar (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! How's life? It's two days till school starts and a little over a month till uni starts back up, so you can feel the desperation in the air. This fic took me like, two weeks to finish, because we love being lazy and would rather sleep than write (so, like, most of the times as of late for me, what you gonna do, right?), but it's here now. I did proof read, but it's possible that something slipped my attention, sorry if there are any mistakes :D

Also, IT’S LESS THAN A WEEK TILL OH COMES BACK, LET IT BE GOOD, PLS

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26198620

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Enjoy! <3

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He knew that he shouldn’t feel like an idiot; that didn’t mean that he didn’t. Standing in front of the hospital, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his watch every five seconds, like it would speed up time. He was never a patient man, and every minute of delay got on his nerves, making him even more anxious than he was in the first place.

If he could have it his way, he wouldn’t even be going in the first place. Claire, however, decided that ‘no way in hell is he declining his Father’s invitation again’, so he didn’t really have a choice.

“When did this happen?” he asked her, right after she convinced him, both of them sitting on the couch, watching some TV show. She turned her head towards him, wrinkles forming on her forehead in confusion.

“When did what happen?”

Running his hand up and down her arm, he shrugged before answering. “It’s hard for me to say ‘no’ to you.”

“I mean, you can.” An innocent smile grew on her features. She gripped his shoulders, straddling him before he could decipher her intentions, then leaned in, making their noses touch. “But do you really want to, now?”

“No.” he answered, causing them both to laugh. Her lips brushed against his, once, twice; she then tried to back away, but found herself unable to do so, with his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her in place. “No.”

“There you go.”

The sound of a car horn going off drew him out from the memory, back into the parking lot, where a car stopped right in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing a very smug blonde. She leaned towards him, sliding her sunglasses down her nose slightly.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

His gaze narrowed as he walked closer, leaving his work bag in the back of the car before going to sit in the passenger’s seat. Claire was still looking at him, her eyes sparkling flirtatiously. He sighed deeply, fastening his seatbelt.

“I may get the reference after you made me watch the movie, and we may be dating, but I’m still your boss, Dr. Herondale.” He reminded, his tone stern.

“Nope.” Her voice was strained as she leaned over the console, trying to close the compartment in front of him. “For the next three days, you’re only my boyfriend.” Breathing out in relief when she successfully finished her task, she straightened herself. “No work, no bosses, just you, and me, okay?”

The workaholic in him hesitated. Three days without any sort of work-related activities wouldn’t be something he came up with, but the rational side of him knew, that she was right. They’ve been working nonstop for the past few weeks, cases more demanding that they expected. He’s told her many times to take a break, and she would always refuse, saying that she will rest when he will; he couldn’t argue with that logic, nor with her when she eventually would decide for both of them that it’s late and pull him out of his office to go home.

“Okay.” He nodded, smiling at how wide her grin was. She extended her hand towards him, waggling her fingers. He took her hand, which made a blush appear on her cheeks, accompanied by a gentle laugh.

“While I love holding your hand, that wasn’t what I meant.” She cleared her throat, schooling her features into a scowl. “Your phone, Ramsey.”

Ethan’s eyebrow went up, clearly thinking she was joking, but a second later he realized that she absolutely wasn’t. “And just why would I do that?”

She sighed heavily, reaching with her other hand towards his pant pocket, fishing out the device. “Because I know you. You’ll get bored at one point or the other and will start reading medical articles just to do something.” He began to protest, which she quickly stifled with a short kiss, rendering him speechless. “You know I’m right. And besides, I’ll be there to entertain you in case you have too much time and start to think about working.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” he gave her hand a squeeze, noticing something shimmery around her wrist. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was an elaborate bracelet, many gemstones hanging from a golden chain. She caught him staring, rushing to explain.

“It’s my lucky charm bracelet.” Shaking her hand, she let it catch the last rays of the sun before it disappeared behind the clouds, sparkling with dimming light.

“How many lucky charms does one person need?” he snickered, catching a sapphire stone between his fingers.

“When you’re me? All of them.”

And with that, they were on their way. The ride wasn’t long, and yet, Claire insisted that he took a nap to rest, reaching for the pillow she had stored for him behind her seat. He had a night shift and didn’t get the chance to grab a cup of coffee in the morning, so he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and fell asleep.

When he woke up, they were about halfway there. Somewhere during his rest, she covered him with a blanket as it got colder outside. He pulled the seat back into the upright position and took a look outside the window.

“How long was I asleep?” he asked, suppressing a yawn. Claire adjusted her hold on the steering wheel before glancing at him.

“Judging by the redness of your eyes, not long enough.” she pointed out, smiling when he scoffed at her remark. “Thirty minutes, more or less.”

His hand wandered towards her, resting comfortably on her thigh, running up and down in a soothing manner. The corners of her lips went up, her eyes trained on the road. The sound of the rain that started to trickle outside combined with the quiet comfort on the inside created a perfect concoction, causing his eyes to drop again a bit. He noticed that it was affecting Claire too, blinking twice as often as she normally did.

“Do you want me to take over?” he murmured, watching her closely. She shook her head, her knuckles getting a bit whiter from the force with which she was holding the wheel.

“I’m okay; it’s you who didn’t sleep last night, so use that time to rest. If you’re hungry or thirsty, there’s food and water in the bag on the backseat.”

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her shoulder. Her scent filled his senses, blocking out everything, making her, once again, his one and only focus. “Please tell me the second you’re too tired to drive.”

“Yes, Doctor.” She teased him, touching her head to his when they were waiting for the light to turn green. It was at that moment that the sound of a ringing phone pierced the otherwise silent atmosphere of the car. Ethan pleaded with his eyes, recognizing his ringtone, trying to convince her to give him his phone back, but she shook her head, already answering the call.

“Hello, Mr. Ramsey!” Claire greeted his father, her voice bright and easy. Alan said something that Ethan couldn’t quite decipher, but it clearly must have been funny if it made her laugh to the point of tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. It also was most likely about him, because as soon as she sneaked a peak at him, she giggled louder. “No, Ethan cannot pick up his phone, he’s on vacation from work. Can I pass a message?” Some more incoherent words that Ethan had no way of understanding, and the call was over, his phone returning to the compartment near her. “He asked me to tell you that you should listen to me and relax.” She said, choosing to ignore with a smirk the way he shook his head at her.

Before they both knew it, they reached Alan’s house. The sky has cleared, revealing the sun, shining above their heads as it began to aim itself towards the horizon again. They were getting their bags out of the trunk when an excited voice called out for them.

“You two are just in time for dinner!” The older man stood next to them, hugging his son tightly before greeting Claire and taking the bag out of her hands. He nodded towards the house, inviting them inside.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, they were hit with the scent of food, making their mouth water. Alan expected them to be there soon, so he was prepared, with wine glasses sitting on the counter, food resting in the oven and a bottle of Bordeaux waiting to be opened. Having left the bags in the guest room, they made their way to the kitchen, all three of them working in complete comfort around each other, preparing the table and carrying food to the dining room. Like they’ve known each other forever; like they were a family for a long time and have done it a dozen of times.

Ethan wasn’t kidding when he once told her that his father was an amazing cook. She couldn’t tell which one of the two cooked better, as both knew their way around the kitchen and both excelled in different kinds of cuisine, having the common ground in desserts, especially (surprising no one) chocolate.

The evening was in full swing, the table cleared of plates, cutlery, and empty dishes, leaving only glasses of wine. Claire was sitting closely to Ethan, her palm sitting on his shoulder, his hand resting comfortably on her thigh. At the current moment, the couple was looking at one another, bickering playfully about who was the last one to do the laundry. To Alan, they looked like a married couple, with how comfortable they were with one another and the topics of their discussions. Neither could remember and neither would back down, being a pair of stubborn people, so they decided to agree that it’s a tie, hooking their pinkies and shaking on it. Immediately after, Ethan pulled her by her finger onto him, pressing a soft kiss to her nose.

“So, was it love at first sight?” Alan asked, laughing at their antics. They both fell silent, turning towards him with blank expressions. Claire was the first one to break out of it, leaning back into her chair with a mix of a giggle and a scoff.

“Whoever told you that is a filthy liar.”

Ethan didn’t even try to deny it, mirroring her position in his seat as his head turned towards her, smirking. “She was a pain in the ass before she was anything else.”

“Are you saying that I’m not anymore?”

“Oh no, you still are, but it’s so much more now.” his voice dropped back to the gentle whisper with every word he said, unable to stop the smile from pulling the corners of his lips upwards. Claire used the moment of his helplessness, grabbing him by his chin and making their eyes meet.

“You were an asshole for the majority of time at the beginning.” She hummed, letting him go, smirking at the way his expressions morphed from stunned to agreement. “Similarly, though, you’re not that bad now. It changed.”

“Most likely in Miami.” Alan noted, not thinking too much about it, unaware just how significant of a response his words would get. Claire, who was at the time taking a sip of her wine, choked on it, coughing excessively. Ethan, on the other hand, froze in place, unsure how to approach the situation. She didn’t even have to ask for him to know that she wanted some kind of an explanation.

“I, uh, may have slipped up while talking to Dad a couple of months ago.” A blush creeped up his neck, accompanied by an endearing smile. Claire pressed her palm to his cheek, turning him towards her.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed! If it made you feel better about our very complicated situation, then I’m glad you had someone to talk to.” she beamed warmly, kissing his cheek softly, sweetly, tracing the line of his cheekbone with her thumb.

“To be fair, I did ask a lot of questions.” The older man confessed, pulling the attention of the pair back to him. “He seemed stressed, like a walking time bomb, so when I asked what made him this-“ he paused, spreading his arms to indicate the state in which his son seemed to be at the time. “- he started talking, and since he never talks, I tried to help him work it out.”

Claire nodded, running her fingers through Ethan’s hair, her hand resting comfortably on the back of his chair. “He does have a tendency to keep everything on the inside. I make him talk too.” She dropped her voice to a whisper, grinning widely as she spoke directly to Alan. “He hates me for it.”

“I don’t hate you, I just- I-“ Ethan jumped to his defense, struggling to word his thoughts. He gave up when he saw very clear amusement on both of their faces. “I can’t with you two.”

The night soon ended, as did the wine in the bottle. Claire jumped up, declaring that she’s going to finish up the cleaning in the kitchen, while the two of them should go get ready for sleep. Alan tried to protest, but she pulled the ‘you-cooked-I-clean’ card, so he didn’t have the needs to fight this logic.

She was in the middle of cleaning the pan when she felt the softest touch on her shoulders. Goosebumps rose on her neck, induced by the hot breath that brushed against her skin. “You know you can leave it for the morning?”

“Ethan Ramsey, are you telling me to ditch my responsibilities?” she mused, scrubbing the bottom of the dish while trying to ignore the patterns he was tracing with his fingers. He trailed his hands down her sides, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her to him.

“I am. You deserve a break too.” He began pressing openmouthed kisses along the line of her back. He sighed when she didn’t make a move to stop what she was doing. “At least let me help you.”

He walked over to stand by her side, towel in hand, drying the cleaned dishes and putting them away. Her hair shielded her face, making it impossibly hard to notice the subtle change in her expression. He caught it a second too late, losing the chance to protect himself from the incoming attack. A wave of water and bubbles crashed into him, soaking his clothes and hair, accompanied by her hysteric giggle.

Slowly turning to her, he looked between the sink, still plenty of water there, and her, predicting she was going to make an attempt to dodge his retaliation. His shot was perfectly timed and aimed, bringing her to the same level. A complete chaos fell over the kitchen, nothing was safe, and nothing was spared.

Truce was forced upon him when she grabbed him by the sides of his face and hauled him onto her, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. A low hum reverberated in his chest as his eyes fell shut, enhancing his other senses. How enchanting her scent was, reminding him of early mornings when he would bury his face in her hair. How her body fit into his arms like she was made to be in them, like two puzzle pieces, creating the same picture together.

Claire’s fingers were tangled in his hair in a matter of seconds, keeping him as close as physics allowed. The counter was digging into her lower back, the sensation being the only thing grounding her in reality. Everything else was overshadowed by Ethan. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. The movement of his lips against hers took her all the way back to Miami, where they kissed like it was worth going to hell for, like they were starved, like they were the salvation for one another.

His hands gripped the fabric of her shirt harshly, exposing the skin of her back, extracting droplets of water from the material. They’ve been this close more times than he could count, but the sensation always felt like brand new, like it was their first time, getting to know each other all over again. He trailed his lips down towards her throat, focusing on the dip by the collarbone, eliciting the boldest sigh she dared to let slip out.

Claire didn’t stay indebted for long, scratching his scalp with her nails, drawing a deep groan out of him, his body betraying him in his attempt to keep his desire for her on the low. She couldn’t see the smirk that resided on his face through her eyelids, but she knew damn well that it was there. He’s always been smug at how much he affected her, how much her body told him without words.

“We should keep quiet.” He muttered, failing to suppress the desperate moan at the feel of her pushing him onto her with her leg around his calf. She giggled softly, pulling their faces to the same level.

“Then why are you so loud?” her words were one last warning before their lips crashed again, their hands rushing to touch every square inch of each other’s bodies as thoroughly as they could. He picked her up without missing a beat, leaving the flooded kitchen far behind them.

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The first thing he felt that morning was the featherlight kisses, tracing the line between his shoulder blades. Hot breath caused goosebumps to pepper his skin, slowly bringing him to consciousness.

“Good morning.” Claire’s whisper reached him from right below his ear, her voice provoking a shiver to run down his spine. Without opening his eyes, he leaned upwards, curled his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. His head rested in the crook of her neck, his lips touching her anywhere they could reach.

“It’s not morning until we get out of bed.” He growled lowly, his kisses gaining intensity. Their bodies were covered by thin blankets; the only thing shielding them from the biting coolness of the early hours of the day. Clothes were lost few hours prior in the heat of the moment, both of them giggling like a pair of teenagers sneaking around, shushing one another every so often and silencing with urgent kisses.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how the definition of ‘morning’ goes, but… I won’t go anywhere if you won’t.” Claire nuzzled her nose against his hair, taking a deep breath, the scent of his shampoo surrounding her briefly. She was moments away from falling asleep again, when she sensed him changing the position slightly, his lips moving upwards. He stopped a breath away from her, waiting for her move, which at first seemed like it would never come. His eyes opened slowly, finding hers already watching him, crinkling playfully. She raised her hand, running her fingers through his hair.

“Like this, you’re even more handsome.” She whispered, making Ethan’s eyebrow shot up in amusement.

“Like what?”

“Relaxed. Peaceful. All mine.” she tugged on his ear teasingly, watching him nod slightly in confirmation, a hint of red creeping onto his cheeks. “Even though that’s not the hottest I’ve seen you.”

Adjusting his grip on her, he asked, more intrigued than ever. “Oh really? Then what state of Ethan Ramsey does Clarissa Herondale find the most attractive?”

She leaned closer to him, her lips brushing his when she spoke. “When you’re displaying your intelligence. When you’re diagnosing, showing off how insanely smart you are. You’re irresistible.”

Ethan pressed their lips together the second she finished her sentence, winding his arms tighter around her. Climbing on top of her completely, he caged her between his limbs, allowing him to look at her from a different angle when their kiss eventually broke.

“I’ll have you know, that my view on when you’re ‘hot’ is very similar.”

As cliché as that sounded, their moment was cut short by three gentle knocks on his childhood bedroom door, making them both freeze in place. They scrambled to sit up and reach their clothes, pulling them on hastily when Alan called out from the corridor.

“Son, I wouldn’t want to walk in on something that would make us all uncomfortable, so if you two could meet me downstairs soon, I’d be grateful.”

Ethan’s face was white, horror seeping onto it with alarming rate. Claire, on the other hand, was biting her lip as hard as she could, trying all she could to stop herself from laughing out loud. She nudged him, leaving the bed, getting dressed as she went. Noticing that he didn’t make a move to get up, she collected his clothes for him, smirking at how red his cheeks were.

“I’ve never been in a situation like this in my whole life.”

“Well, there’s always time for a first.”

Not even five minutes later, they stepped into the living room, Alan already waiting for them by the entrance to the kitchen. Claire waved at him, overcoming the embarrassment momentarily. “Good morning, Mr. Ramsey!”

“Good morning, Claire. Before we begin eating, I have a question for you two. When I went to bed last night, what did you do?”

Blonde woman turned to look at her boyfriend, noticing how pale he was, frozen in place yet again. Knowing that she would have to be the one to do the talking, she tried to figure out what she was supposed to say, when Alan, clearly realizing what the two of them thought he was asking, rushed to elaborate.

“Ethan, please breathe, you’re going to suffocate. I meant, what happened to my kitchen?” he nodded towards the room with his head, both doctors leaning forward to look inside.

The floor and cabinets were flooded with water. They looked at each other, then towards Alan, pointing fingers at one another, shrugging their shoulders, refusing to take the blame. The older Ramsey man sighed, shaking his head at their antics, inviting them to the table for breakfast.

“You two, liars, are never doing dishes together again.”

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deepdarkdelights · 4 years ago

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Hello love! I’m the one who wrote to you about the potential inspo for a story. Again you can throw it away or use it, it doesn’t matter haha. I just truly enjoy your writing so I thought that if anybody could make something out of nothing, it would be you. Anyways, I was inspired by the picture above. Oh and I was going to send you this anonymously, but then the picture wouldn’t have been saved (and I’m super shy about this lol, seriously I’m blushing).

Story Begins:

The world holds its secrets, and I hold mine. Deception is never formed by intention, it’s mere collateral damage based off promises and dreams of distant futures.

My dreams were based off my family at first. Based off my brother and mother. Based off the memory of my sister.. But that’s all in the past, and now that I’ve awoken from the imagery of delusional hope. I’m left to deal with the cost of my deception.

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“Mr.Kim, I see you’re yet to finish you’re meal. Oh my! You couldn’t even have a bite?!” The petite young woman shrieking at the untouched meal moved forward to retreat the “warm” mushroom soup that was meant to be in the belly of her boss by now.

With a heavy sigh “Mr.Kim” turns around in his chair. Face still in concentration from whatever is in his hands, he reaches toward his cup of coffee (the only thing for consumption that didn’t occupy too much time).

His secretary stood in front of him speechless at his lack of response. Yes Mr. Kim was young for his profession, his grayish blueish strands contrasting from the dark wool of his turtleneck, his glasses modestly framed to his face, and shiny gold watch that clung to his wrist all precedent to what would be considered a young bachelor -but no, instead this demeanor belonged to a top detective in the field of criminal justice.

From what Jisoo, his secretary knew of him, he was a very bright and professional detective. She was aware of his battle with prostitution rings in South Korea, who’s successful case landed him a job in the New York station of private affairs and criminal justice, where he also succeeded in bringing down one of the most influential law firms for the involvement of illegal transactions and drug smuggling. His work on the field had provided him with a private, yet comfortable life. Not long after his station in the New York City department of justice, he and a couple of team members were asked to work for the The General Directorate for Internal Security in France.

“Jisoo, I know we both were born in Korea, but could you please drop the formalities? I’ve known you for 3 years now “, said the heavy voice in the chair.

At this Jisoo felt a pang if guilt for her earlier charade. Mr.Ki-Na..Namjoon’s voice sounded tired. ‘Of course he is’, she thought to herself. He had spent the last 2 years and a half perusing an unamed organization whos’ motive was unclear, but actions centered around the illegal transaction of money.

“Jisoo? Are you even listening?” The young secretary looks up, “Sorry what was that?”

“I guess I’m not the only one who has had a rough day. I asked you.. am i not a nice person?” At this Jisoo meets the eyes of Namjoon without hesitation.

“What?”

“Have I been mean to you in anyway? Have I thrown your sandwiches out or made fun of those ridiculous pens you bring to work?” He asks with his eyebrows comically lifted.

Jisoo, finally understanding where he is getting at responds, “Not until this point you haven’t”.

“See! We even banter for crying out loud! If that doesn’t scream friendship I don’t know what does!” Namjoon is practically out of breath delivering his sermon on how good of a friend he had been throughout the past three years until it gets to the point where Jisoo has listened to it twice.

“Okay, okay! Enough... friend”, it’s not that she dislikes thinking of Namjoon as a friend, but more of the fact that she doesn’t perfer to associate herself in that aspect with any of her coworkers -much less higher ups. Her lack of attachment also has to do with the fact that back home, in the same position she stands today, she had seen a handful of her beloved coworkers in caskets in no less than 5 weeks of knowing them. However, despite all of this, she can’t deny that Namjoon has acted out the role of a bigger brother during her stay in France, especially in the sense of bringing her Korean food from one particular restaurant on the outskirts of the city. Their relationship has always been comfortable and despite his undeniably handsome features, there was no physical attraction between them... it was nice.

“Okay now say it with enthusiasm, as if you actually like me. Come on FRRI- “ all the sudden the phone rings. Jisoo turns to quickly take her exit, but not before she hears a curse from the man who was a second away from singing the friends theme song.

‘Namjoon i really hope you don’t come close to catching these guys’ she silently prays. She knows the consequences of bringing justice, she’s seen the red splatter that the name decorated itself with.

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“Joon this just turned from a fraud to a murder scene. We are not just talking about big investments, but the murder of two prime ministers and the chief of justice in Germany.”

Namjoon looks at his fellow detective and reaches out for the stack of papers near his desktop. “What did Germany say?”

Yoongi, his literal partner in (fighting) crime answers with a simple, “jack shit”. “They don’t believe it’s connected”.

“Then why do we?” Namjoon at this point is at a dead end yet again. This same secret organization has plagued his office walls, desk, and even bed for almost three years. It’s normal for a case such as this one to take time, but when your teammates and you are specifically placed in an international office for one specific case, it gets a bit frustrating.

“Because.. both the German officer and the Prime Minister in Bordeaux had their tounges taken out.”

“What!?” Had this been any other criminal investigation, this piece of information would not have surprised Namjoon. This however was not just any case, for the duration of his stay in France, and the additional years he was not assigned to this area, this was the first similarity between the crimes. Whoever these people were, made sure to not leave a single message, nor fingerprint, nor act of pride that would give them away. It was almost as if these crimes were committed themselves, and the world was forced to accept it for the time being.

OKAY IT IS GARBAAGGÉÉ, but hey if it works as inspo I’m all for it. Oh by the way, the first part is from jungkook’s perspective. When I initially started I thought about there being a mysterious “sister” aka y/n (didn’t plan out how or why she disappeared yet lol), and because I’m a garden hoe for yandere, I thought about making jungkook slowly progress into a ridonculous yandere. As you can see it’s a bit all over the place. But anyways, I freaking love your writing and throw this away or change it up or use it as it is, it’s all yours.

Ps. Love ya

Hello my lovely!

First off, I am so proud of you for being brave and sending this off of anon! I know how vulnerable that can be, so thank you really for feeling comfortable enough to do so!

Secondly, omfg you have skill! Like I was getting into it and I legit screeched when I realized there wasn't more to read! You did so well sweetie!

Moving on, I really enjoyed this, I don't think you realize just how much skill and potential you have as a writer. I want to read more please!

I do really like this as a concept, although I am coming off of an investigator Joon fic so I think I would need to take a break from that theme lol.

I would like to talk about this more if you're up to it, I think you should pursue this idea because it has great foundations. Let's talk more please you little genius you!

P.S. (ILY TOO 💜💜💜)

#asks #send me asks #inspo #really this was so good #you are a talented writer that I want to see more from #please and thank you #lets talk more!

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sylvie-writes · 5 years ago

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Days of the Week

Summary: Your daughter Sarah has a hard time coping when her father goes on a week long mission and you do everything in your power to make it the best week possible.

Warnings: A very sad Sarah 🥺

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes! Today has been a very long day (in a good way tho) and I’m way too tired to truly edit this, but I really wanted to post it today. So here we are with me crossing my fingers, hoping I didn’t screw it up. Other than that, enjoy the story!

It was a task.

A very difficult one.

Getting your two year old daughter, Sarah, into the bathtub, that is. It wasn’t that she didn’t like bathtime, no no, she was just ecstatic that her daddy would be home anytime now.

Steve was gone on a week long mission, today being the day you both expected his arrival any minute now. For the whole week you tried to entertain Sarah but she was just absolutely miserable that her other half was gone.

You had taken her to the zoo to see the giraffes, her favorite animal in the whole world. She loved giraffes so much that you had figured that it would somewhat lift her spirit, but to your dismay, most of your time at the zoo she’d just lay her head on your shoulder and sleep. When you had reached the giraffe exhibit, you tried to muster up all your energy and show her the giraffes, saying things like “look at the giraffes, honey!” or “oh look! We can even feed them!” With that, you’d bought some of the giraffes' food and held it in your hand, reaching out to feed the friendly giant, even offering for your daughter to try, instead she just shook her head no and went back to sleeping. That was Monday, and Steve had only been gone for a day and a half at the time.

Then on Tuesday you took her to go see your parents who came up to New York specifically that week to help you. All four of you went out for breakfast and Sarah smiled for once, which was a complete win for you. She sat on your lap and tried to tell her grandparents all that had happened since she had seen them a few months ago, but most stories included her dad and you could tell she was getting sadder by the moment. Of course Sarah loved you, actually no, she loved you both to death, but Steve was her exact replica and she was truly a daddy’s girl. He was wrapped around her little finger. So as you fed her pancakes, which she would normally eat with her dad, you could see her little eyes watering and you reached out and put her on your lap, gently kissing her head full of blonde hair.

Wednesday was a lot better than the last couple of days. Sarah was in a pretty bright mood that morning. Since Steve was gone, you let her sleep in your bed. As soon as the sun peeked she was up and ready to start the day. Taking off her blanket, Sarah crawled up to your side and kissed your cheek.

“Morning mommy!”

You smiled at the little girl sitting beside you. “Good Morning, baby!”

“Daddy’s calls today!” She clapped her hands and smiled her million dollar smile that never failed to make you smile yourself. One of the traits she got from her dad was that beautiful smile that you could never get tired of.

“Yes he does!”

Steve was over in Bordeaux, France with Nat, Sam, and Wanda, but he promised to call you both on Wednesday despite the six hour time difference. This meant when it was 5 in the evening there, it was 11 in the morning in New York.

At the moment it was 7 in the morning and Sarah was ready to call her dad.

“Sweetheart, Daddy can’t call us for a few more hours.” A small frown made a home on her face and you kissed her nose, instantly making her smile again.

“Waffles?” Sarah tilted her head and awaited your answer. As soon as you said yes, she immediately jumped out of the bed.

“C’mon mommy!” Her little feet pattered down the apartment hallway as she struggled to keep up with her own pace.

By the time you had finished eating breakfast, it was 10 am. Sarah giddily went to go pick her own outfit (which surprisingly matched)

You quickly washed her up even though she splashed her way through the whole thing. Her outfit, which was a pink apple-patterned jersey dress and some red leggings, laid out on your bed. Once Sarah was dressed, she sat on your bed as you brushed her hair and then put a matching apple headband on her head.

“You're all dressed, babe.” Sarah was sitting between your legs so it was pretty convenient to just lean forward and kiss her little head.

“Can I use your special spray, mommy?” You chuckled at her use of words. By special spray she meant your perfume and whenever she wanted to be a little “extra” you’d let her use it.

“Of course!” Getting off the bed, you leaned down so Sarah could wrap her arms around your neck, allowing you to carry her to the bathroom.

Sarah sat on the counter while you searched for the bottle of perfume, once you found it, you sprayed some on your hand and dabbed a small amount on her neck.

“Thanks mommy!” She kissed your cheek and made grabby hands so she could get down.

Sarah ran back to go watch a cartoon that was playing in the bedroom, you went to go follow her till your phone buzzed.

Steve- Hey doll! I can call you guys now if you want. Nat is taking care of everything for me so I could talk to you guys.

You checked the time.

10:34

You smiled at the phone. Not only was Steve a good man, but a good husband and father.

(y/n)- Aww honey! Tell Nattie thanks, and of course, your daughter is dying to see you.

With that, an incoming FaceTime came through.

“Hey Darling!”

Steve’s bright smile came through the screen and you waved back at him and smiled in similar fashion.

“Hi Steve.”

You and Steve talked a little for a few minutes before your daughter came running into the bathroom.

“Mommy, where are you? She searched around till she saw you on the phone with Steve. Her eyes lit up and she ran into your lap.

“Hi Daddy!” Her little hands were waving as fast as they could and then she blew him a kiss, in which he blew one back at her.

Steve was able to talk for another hour before he had to go back to help Nat, who clearly had taken on more than one person could handle.

For the rest of the day, Sarah couldn’t stop talking about her dad and how proud she was of him. Sarah knew very well that her father was Captain America. At times you would humor her with stories about the times you and Steve would work together on missions, of course making them g-rated for her little mind.

Thursday was one of the best days that week. You and Sarah went back to the compound to go see Uncle Bucky, and she was just over the moon. Bucky was a very close second when it came to Steve in Sarah’s mind.

“Yeah! And Daddy’s in ‘Rance!”

Bucky just smiled at you and then back at the little girl.

“Oh you mean France, honey?”

Sarah thought for a minute before nodding her head vigorously. Before anyone could get another word in, she was back at talking a mile a minute about her dad. Bucky knew all of the information his niece was telling him, but it brought a smile to his face to see her so happy. Almost everyone knew how sad Sarah got when her dad left. You and Sarah both enjoyed Bucky’s company as he told you the tales of when he and Steve were young, you couldn’t help but laugh at how stubborn that man was, and still is.

Friday came around in a flash. Sarah had been talking non stop about a movie trailer she saw on tv, and when you finally figured out what she was rambling about, you booked tickets to go see the movie on Friday. Prior to seeing the movie, Sarah demanded you help dress up Mr. Harry, a plush giraffe Steve had gotten for her during another mission a couple of years ago. Sarah was just as old fashioned as her father, insisting you all dress up to go see a movie. Obviously you didn’t mind and you both wore casual sundresses while Mr. Harry was dressed in shorts and a Hawaiian button-up.

By time it was Friday night, you both were plopped in your bed. Sarah was cuddling Mr. Harry while snuggled under her dad’s blanket. You kissed her goodnight before hearing a couple of snores coming from her. Laying on your own pillow, you sighed. Not trying to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you just realized how well you handled this week with your daughter.

Now, it’s Saturday. And Steve will be home any minute now.

Sarah was already out of the bathtub and you both were sitting on the couch, she was laying under your arm, hugging your side.

“I love you mommy.”

It was out of the blue. And it definitely caught you off guard.

Your heart must’ve swelled so large that it was out of your body.

“Aww baby! I love you so much too.”

“I miss daddy, but I love you this much too mommy.” She leaned up from your sides and spread her arms out as wide as they’d go.

“Well there are my best girls!”

Steve was walking in through the apartment door, placing his bags down to catch the incoming Sarah.

“Daddy!”

“Hi little doll! How’s your week with mommy?” He looked up at you and leaned forward to envelope you in a hug too.

“Mommy is the best!”

Every time Sarah spoke, it was with an immense amount of excitement, bringing a smile to both of your faces.

“Well how about we go get some ice cream?”

Sarah’s eyes and grin grew wider. She giggled in glee at your agreement too. You grabbed Steve’s car keys from the table by the door and you all headed out. Even though it had only been a matter of minutes, Steve and Sarah were already engaged in a long and very animated conversation. Sarah’s hands were flying around as she talked and Steve looked at her, gently concentrating on what she was saying.

You smiled to yourself. Boy, were you the luckiest woman in the world.

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PART FOUR: NIGHT MOVES NOVEMBER 7,1970 The next morning as Elvis and I were sleeping in each other's arms in our bed in our master bedroom, as the day just flew on by while we were sleeping, Maid Nancy cleaned up the house while Elvis and I snoozed away in our bed. When we finally woke up it was afternoon, we both looked at each other. Elvis said Oh Shit, Baby What Time Is It? I looked over at the clock and I said it's 3:30pm ,my love. Then we both said OH SHIT, we slept in too late and forgot about Lisa coming home from Grandpa's house. we quickly got out of our bed, got dressed and walked out of our bedroom. We walked down the hall, went to the kitchen where we saw nanny making coffee. I asked Nanny,where Lisa Marie was? Nanny said Lisa is outside playing with Vernon in the backyard. I said okay,thank you nanny and I walked out the back door and went to find Lisa. While I was outside looking for Lisa,Elvis was in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee trying to wake up. While he was in the kitchen, Nanny asked Elvis how he was doing? Elvis said I'm doing fine, thank you for asking. Then our chef Jo came through the front door and walked to the kitchen with several bags of groceries. Nanny helped chef Jo put away the groceries. while Elvis stood in the kitchen drinking his coffee. After Elvis finished his coffee he walked out of the kitchen down the hallway to his office shut the door behind him and called the boys, Red West, Sonny West, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge,Billy Smith,Lamar Fike,Marty Lacker and told them and that we were having family dinner tonight at 7:45pm and that they, their wives and kids were all invited. After Elvis made his phone calls to the boys, he walked out of his office,walked back into the kitchen and talked to chef Jo about the plan for Family dinner tonight. While I was still outside with Lisa Marie and Vernon. I told Vernon while I was outside that we were having family dinner tonight at 7:45pm and that he was invited. Vernon said that he would love to come to family dinner. Vernon and I played with Lisa in the backyard, playing kickball and hide and seek for 45 minutes. Then I walked back inside into the kitchen and saw Elvis talking to chef Jo telling her about our family dinner plans and asked her if she could cook something for our family dinner tonight. Chef Jo asked what we would like for her to make for our family dinner. I looked at her and said to chef Jo, we would like you to make meatloaf, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, collard greens, symphony of green salad. And for dessert we would like you to make whipped cream pound cake. Chef Jo said I can make that dinner for you tonight, what time does dinner need to be ready? I said dinner needs to be on the table by 7:45pm in the formal dining room. Chef Jo said dinner will be on the table at 7:45pm in the formal dining room. I said thank you,chef Jo. Chef Jo said your welcome,Mrs. Presley. As Elvis,I,chef Jo and Nanny were all standing in the kitchen talking having a conversation when Lisa comes running in the house and asking mommy,mommy, I want to go somewhere and she keeps asking Mommy Mommy I want to go somewhere while Elvis,I,chef Jo and Nanny are all talking in the kitchen. Then we all looked at Lisa and Elvis said buttonhead can you wait a moment until our conversation is over to ask to go somewhere.Lisa said okay Daddy I'll wait but not very long. Then Elvis Just padded Lisa on the top of her head as she stood between Elvis and I. We finished our conversation, Elvis said I think we should take Lisa out and go shopping and get some lunch as well. I said my love should we invite your daddy to go with us? Elvis said baby, I think we shouldn't take daddy with us. He can go home and see dee for a while, he's got to come back here anyway for dinner. I said Lisa,you need to go grab your jacket. So nanny and Lisa went off to her room to get her jacket on. 10 minutes later Lisa and Nanny come out of Lisa's room back into the kitchen. Lisa said mommy and daddy I'm ready to go. Elvis, I and Vernon and Lisa,we all walk out the front

door Elvis I and Lisa said goodbye to Vernon and Vernon gets in his car and goes home then Elvis, I and Lisa walk over to the Cadillac eldorado and Elvis unlocks the car, I and Lisa and Elvis all get in the car. After getting in the car, Elvis started it up and pulled out of the driveway and we went off to the toy store. While we were at the toy store, Lisa got Weebles, new Barbie Dolls and Barbie dolls Accessories and a Big wheel (tricycle).Then we went off to the clothing store to buy some new long sleeve shirts,short sleeve shirts,pants,new shoes, pajamas,shorts,socks,underwear and new dresses for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Then we were off to lunch at Tony Roma's. Then after being gone for about two and a half hours we went back home and Lisa ran off to her room to play with her new toys. Elvis and I went and sat down on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV to watch The Flip Wilson Show and Hawaii Five-O. After watching both of the shows on TV it was 7pm, I said my love, I think we need to start getting ready for guests to arrive. Elvis said baby, I think you're right. Elvis turned off the TV and we got up off the couch. I went to check on Lisa and make sure she was okay and tell her that our guests were on their way over for dinner. Elvis walked down to our bedroom, while I was talking to Lisa and he went to change into his grey suit,blue shirt and his black boots,his Rolex watch and diamond encrusted bracelet that he got from me for an anniversary present and Elvis also put on a light brushing of mascara on his eyelashes for dinner. After I talked to Lisa and changed her clothes out of her play clothes and put her into a dress which she fought me on wearing for 15 minutes. After chasing her around her room saying Lisa, we need to get your dress on,guests will be here soon. Lisa said I don't want to wear a dress. I said Lisa you have to wear a dress, it's a formal dinner. And after 15 minutes of fighting her to put on her dress I finally got her dressed. Then I walked out of her room, I went down to our master bedroom to change into my red mini dress,my black heels and I put on the necklace and bracelet that Elvis had gotten me for my anniversary then I went into the bathroom, put on my makeup and used the curling iron and curled my hair. After Elvis and I were dressed, we walked down the hall. Elvis and I stopped by Lisa's room,Lisa was still playing with her toys on the floor. we went to the kitchen and saw chef Jo and saw if our family dinner was ready yet before guests started arriving. At 7:45p.m. the doorbell rang, Elvis and I went and answered the door and let in Red West, Sonny West,Charlie Hodge, Joe Esposito,Billy Smith, Vernon,Jennifer Hodge, Pat West Judy Jordan(Sonny's fiance),Jo smith,Joan Esposito,Nora Fike, Patsy Lacker,Marty Lacker, Lamar Fike,Danny smith,Joey,smith,Debbie Esposito, Cindy Esposito. After everybody had arrived inside and started to mingle and talk, I told Nanny to go get Lisa Marie and tell her that everybody was here. As while mingling around and talking the chef Jo came out with glasses of Bordeaux red wine and appetizers: Elvis's meatballs wrapped in bacon,Bacon-spinach hors d'Oeuvres,Mushroom stuffed crab,Mango chutney pinwheels,Deviled eggs for everybody and glasses of pepsi for Lisa,Danny,Joey,Debbie and Cindy. While we're all mingling and talking,drinking Bordeaux red wine and eating appetizers, chef Jo starts moving the dinner to the formal table in the dining room. While standing around mingling and talking, Red looks over at Elvis and says, E, your wife is beautiful in that red mini dress. Elvis said thanks, Red, I know she does look beautiful in that red mini dress, I know how to pick them don't I. Red said E, yes you definitely know how to pick them. While Elvis and Red were talking, I was standing next to Joe having a conversation. Joe looked over at Elvis and tapped him on his shoulder and said thanks for inviting me to dinner and Elvis said anytime man. And Joe looked back at me real fast while Elvis was still looking at him and said Jennifer you

look beautiful in that dress and then he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and Elvis just looked at him then looked at me and I was thinking to myself, oh God what is Elvis going to do now. Elvis said Joe, dude lay off that, that's my wife, if you ever do that again, your ass is out of here. I just looked over at Elvis and Joe said I didn't mean anything by it, giving your wife a kiss on the cheek, man. All of us just stood chatting away and enjoying everyone's company. Then Elvis said boys let's go to the den and smoke a few cigars and play some cards, while the women stay here and talk with each other. Well Elvis and the boys went to go to the den and smoke their cigars and play cards. Myself,Jennifer Hodge,Pat West,Judy Jordan,Jo Smith, Joan Esposito,Nora Fike,Patsy Lacker, We all chatted in the living room and sipped our Bordeaux, while Lisa ran off playing Danny and Joey,Debbie and Cindy in the backyard. After 25 minutes of chatting and sipping on Bordeaux and eating appetizers,chef Jo came into the living room and said that dinner was ready and the formal dining room. I said Nanny go tell Elvis and the boys that dinner is ready, they're in the den. When Nanny came back from telling Elvis and the boys that dinner was ready, I told her to go tell Lisa,Danny, Joey,Debbie and Cindy in the backyard that it was time for dinner. Elvis,I,Charlie,Jennifer,Pat,Judy,Jo,Joan,Nora,Lamar,Marty,Patsy,Lisa,Danny,Joey,Debbie And Cindy, we all went to the dining room and sat down at the dining table and we all had dinner. We had a delicious dinner made by our chef Jo, dinner consisted of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, collard greens, and a symphony of green salad. And dessert whipped cream pound cake. After a Hour and a half eating the delicious dinner, we all got up, left the dining room and headed back to the living room. Elvis says boys let's go in the den and hang out and shoot the shit. After Elvis and the boys went into the den. The wives and the kids and I were all talking and the kids were whining to their moms that they wanted to go home. I said goodbye to all the girls and kids and they all left after they told their husbands that they were taking the kids home. After the wives and the kids left, I and Lisa went down into the den to hang out for a little while before she had to go off to bed. When we got to the den Elvis was sitting on the couch with a cigar in his mouth, shooting the shit and playing cards with the boys. Lisa walked over to the couch and sat on Elvis's lap while he was talking with the boys. Lisa said Hi Daddy. Elvis said Hi Buttonhead, did you have fun with Danny, Joey, Debbie and Cindy tonight? Lisa said I did have fun with them. Elvis said button head, I'm glad you had fun tonight. I walked over and sat next to Elvis on the couch. I leaned over to Elvis and gave him a kiss on the cheek and I told Lisa to come sit in my lap so that she would get cigar ashes on her dress since she was sitting in Elvis's lap and he had still had his cigar in his mouth. While we were all just chilling in the den listening to Elvis shoot the shit and playing cards with the guys, after about 30 minutes of hanging out with Elvis, I and the boys,Lisa started yawning in my lap. I looked over at Elvis and I asked Elvis, My love, what time is it? Elvis lifted his wrist up and looked at his rolex watch and said baby it's 9:45pm isn't Lisa's bedtime? I said my love, yes, it's Lisa's bedtime, I'm going to put Lisa to bed since she's over here falling asleep in my lap. Elvis said okay baby you take Lisa to bed and I'll be there in 10 minutes to give her a good night kiss. I told Lisa to get up off my lap,Lisa got off of my lap and Stood in front of me and I got up off the couch, I picked lisa up and carried her into her room, I laid Lisa down in her bed, changed her out of her clothes and put her into her PJs and covered her up in her blanket and gave her teddy bear then sat in the rocking chair next to her bed and read her a good night story in about 10 minutes after being in her room she was asleep. I

got out of the rocking chair, gave Lisa a good night kiss,turned off her light and walked out of her room and as soon as I walked out the door there was Elvis coming down the hallway singing. Once he got to Lisa's bedroom door, he looked at me and said is Buttonhead asleep yet? and I said my love, she just fell asleep, you can go in and give her a good night kisses. I'll meet you back in the den with the boys. I walked out of Lisa's room and back down the hall to the den. When I walked in the den and saw the boys sitting there talking with cigars in their mouths and still playing cards in a smoke-filled den, I sat down on the couch and waiting for Elvis to return,I chatted with the boys while they played cards. I asked them if they all enjoyed dinner tonight? And they all said they enjoyed the dinner and hoped to do it again sometime soon. As Elvis was coming down the hallway back to the den, we could hear him singing. When Elvis finally got to the den, he stopped at the door and sang. after Elvis sang the last line,he looked over at all of us and said boys and baby, we're going to the movies,now baby you need to go tell the nanny that we are leaving and will be back later,Come let's roll out. The boys and I just looked at Elvis for a minute and then got off the couch and we all walked out of the den excited that we were going out to have a good time. I stopped at the doorway with Elvis standing there and I looked at him. Elvis said baby, don't forget to grab your leather jacket because we're taking a motorcycle because after the movie we're going for a motorcycle ride. I walked into mine and Elvis's bedroom and grabbed my leather jacket as well as Elvis's leather jacket and Elvis's favorite hat. Then I met Elvis and the boys at the front door. We all walked out the front door. Elvis said goodbye to Vernon and he went home and all the boys Red, Sonny, Charlie,Lamar got in the Cadillac eldorado. Joe,Billy,Marty got in the Ferrari Dino 308 GT 4. Elvis and I put on our leather jackets and Elvis was put on his favorite hat. We walked over to Elvis's 1966 Harley Davidson. Elvis got on the Harley and then I got on behind him and my arms around his waist. Elvis started the Harley up. we drove out of the driveway through the gate and the boys followed behind us and the Cadillac eldorado and Ferrari 308 and off to the movie theater we went. After a 20 minute ride on the Harley and the boys behind us in the Cadillac and Ferrari Dino 308 GT 4. We arrived at the movie theater,Elvis parked in the back entrance of the theater and we all walked in. Once we got into the theater,we went down to the private theater room. Elvis got everybody popcorn and candy for the movie. we all found our seats in the theater, Elvis and I sat next to each other. Red,Billy Lamar sat on the left side of the theater a few rows ahead of us. Joe,Charlie, Sonny and Marty sat on the right side of the theater a few rows ahead of us. Elvis said before the movie starts, I picked my favorite movie for us to watch tonight. We all said Elvis we all know what your favorite movie is? Elvis said okay if you guys know me so well what movie did I pick? And we all said Dr. StrangeLove. And as soon as we all said Dr. StrangeLove the movie started. So we all got comfy in our theater chairs, Elvis and I got a little bit more comfier than the boys. We are holding hands,giggling throughout the movie, whispering in each other's ears not really paying attention to the movie. I had my head on his shoulder. I was giving him kisses on his neck, he would return and he would give me kisses on my neck,while we're watching the movie. We are halfway through the movie, when Elvis leans over whispers in my ear and says baby,you want to for a motorcycle ride? I leaned over and whispered in his ear. I said my love, yes, I would go on a motorcycle ride with you. I said my love let's get out of here before the boys see us. Elvis and I quietly got up holding hands and walked through the aisle and out the door of the private theater room and walked to the backdoor of the theater. Once we're

outside the theater we walk over to the Harley. Elvis gets on and I get on the Harley behind Elvis and put my hands around his waist and Elvis says Baby, you better hold on tight. And I said my love, I'm holding on tight. Elvis starts up the Harley, and we drove out of the parking lot and turned left onto the highway, we just flew down the highway towards the beach, just a cruise along on the Harley and while we're cruising Elvis turned on the radio and we heard Night Moves by Bob Seger, as we cruised along that highway down to the beach. I took my hands from around Elvis's waist and put them around his neck and gave Elvis a kiss on his cheek and held on to him as we were cruising along the highway. While we were cruising Elvis yelled, baby are you having a fantastic time? I yelled back at Elvis, my love, I'm having a fantastic time with you. After an hour ride on the Harley. we made it to the beach. Elvis parked the Harley right on the beach, turned off the Harley and got off the bike, turned to me. Elvis said baby,swing your leg over the bike. So I swung my right leg over the Harley and sat with my legs hanging off the side of the Harley. Elvis put his left arm under my legs and put his right arm on my back and carried me over to the ocean. Once, we got over the ocean, Elvis put me down and stood behind me and put his arms around my stomach and I leaned back and put my head on his shoulder and we both just stood there just looking at the ocean,the moon and the stars. Elvis started giving me sweet kisses on my neck. It was a perfect evening. After, we stood there just looking at the ocean,the moon and the stars. Elvis rooms his arms from around my stomach and turns me around to face him and puts his arms around me and we start passionately kissing each other on the beach under the moon and stars. Then Elvis decides he wants to be funny and start chasing me on the beach. While Elvis was chasing me around on the beach, we ended up calling down on the sand and we started talking and tickling each other, we started kissing each other passionately while lying on the sand. After 25 minutes of us just lying on the sand kissing each other passionately. I started messing with Elvis and Elvis said Baby, don't do that or I'm going to start chasing you again on the beach. And I said don't do this, I started tickling Elvis,which he really didn't like to be tickled. I kept on tickling him and then he said all right, baby you've asked for it, we got up and he started chasing me trying to get me back for tickling him and we ended up in the ocean. We started splashing water on each other and holding each other. And as we were holding each other, Elvis said Baby, I love you. I am so happy to be your husband. I wouldn't change our life together with Lisa for nothing. I completely love our life. I love you,Jennifer. I Said My love I am so happy to be your wife. I wouldn't change our life together with Lisa for nothing. I completely love our life. I love you,Elvis. I said My love, do you want to go skinny dipping in the ocean with me? Elvis said Baby, oh yes I do want to go skinny dipping in the ocean with you. We both took our clothes off and we both walked into the ocean. We swam around in the ocean, splashing each other with the water. We started holding each other and passionately kissing each other in the ocean under the full moon and the stars. It was the most romantic evening for us both,we just swam naked in the ocean under the full moon and stars. Elvis said I truly love you,baby. I love that you go along with all my spontaneous moments. I said I truly love you, my love. I love your spontaneous moments. I wouldn't change your spontaneous moments. I said My love, do you know what time it is? Elvis said Baby, It's still early, it's only 1:30am, we have all night to be with each other just swimming in the ocean under the full moon and stars. I said My love,you think the boys are getting worried about us by now. Elvis said Baby, Don't worry about the boys, this is our night together to be under the moon and stars being in each

other's arms. As we were just kissing each other passionately in the ocean,Elvis started singing love songs to me under the moon and stars. It was a magical night that I didn't want to end at all. After Elvis was finished singing to me under the moon. I put my arms around his neck and Elvis put his arms around my waist. With my arms around his neck, I whispered in his ear that I want him to take me there in the ocean under the moon and stars, I want to make love to you right here. Elvis whispered back in my ear saying Baby,I want to take you right now in the ocean under the moon and stars,I want to make love to you right here. Then Elvis picked me up out of the water and I wrapped my arms around his neck and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he slid his rising manhood inside of me and started thrusting back and forth inside of me and then he started thrusting back and forth inside of me harder and faster. I started screaming out in pleasure. I said Oh Elvis,Oh Elvis,please don't stop,please give it to me. Elvis moaned in pleasure. We both were in complete ecstasy. Our love making was going to new heights and places. We made love in the ocean under the moon and stars. Writer :Jennifer M Richardson

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1826 Wednesday 5 April

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Wrote the rough draft of index from 18 March to 1 April (this month) which took me till 8 3/4 - Went out at 8 55/60 to William Keighley and his son William who have this morning begun to cut and lay the fence at the bottom of the wood, in Mitholm holm - came in at 10 5/60 - took a turn or 2 on the terrace - then came upstairs - my long expected Letter from Mrs. Barlow (Paris) 3 pages the ends and under the seal - great deal of useful information respecting our journey, and a pattern of corded muslin to match for Madame Galvani - must not travel veturino - must not go to Bordeaux - one or other will not suit my aunt at all - the livre de postes very correct - follow this and cannot go wrong - Par poste (of 6 miles)

'1/50 for each horse, that is trente sols par cheval - trente sols par postilion, to the latter you give an additional dix sols, par poste, as 'un pour boise' or etrennes for himself which brings it to 2 francs for the postboy - they will often charge you 15 sols greasing, mending etc. which you can look to'.....'Captain Droz calculates the expense of posting from 9 to 10 francs par poste'....'Mr. and Madame Droz seemed to recommend Montpelier - a great many good physicians reside there also should I be in Paris when you visit it you will call on me or not just as you please'

She then proceeds to tell me of having been at a call at Mrs Kidds her Mrs Kidds society improved etc etc. such is all the notice taken of my seeing her or of my returning her letters etc. her letter is mere chit chat and about our travelling and as cold or rather as indifferent as possible never once addresses me by my name pointedly avoids any address at all concludes with

'did Madame ever tell you that she had passed fifty six at the abbaye saint germain (military prison) with her lover and that she had spent a thousand francs per day in giving dinners to his friends etc. etc. wishing you a long continuance of happiness and prosperity and that every blessing may attend you hereafter allow me to remain your very sincere friend CMB'

What a letter her style how altered is she then going to be married that her being in Paris in the autumn is uncertain my heart misgave me as I read her pages I felt I know not what my aunt asked if I had had a letter from her she wished to speak of her I said her letter was deadly cold I knew what she meant did not blame her it was my then mind not to call on her and I turned the subject I could not speak on it my heart was full tears were almost rushing to my eyes and all my blood seemed in my head perhaps she will not write to me there will be little more intercourse between us a feeling of desolation came over me tho I thought of Pi [Mariana] she must go back to delta [Charles Lawton] we will hurry thro Paris I will see no one there my mind seemed unstrung unable to attend to anything how can she be so cold so soon

I hurried up from breakfast at eleven and a quarter said to my aunt I would write my journal it always did me good

Came upstairs at 11 1/4 - have just written all the above of today - it has done me good my mind is more calm I begin to feel as if I could care less about it I will not write to her from the impulse of the moment I begin to reason on the altered style of her letter the change is too sudden the last was all religion this all indifference I cannot help returning to my old thought she is deep she wants to catch me is it not possible the change in her manner is studied she expects and means me to notice it I will take my time and muse upon it and play cautiously I will lay my feelings aside if she really did love me as she said she cannot be really indifferent so soon I will be calm and composed I have always had flying doubts of her we shall now see and try the truth - poor Pi [Mariana] I can trust her and she will suit me best perhaps after all I have known and tried her long my journal has indeed done me good the tyrannous feeling of the moment of mortification and I know not what is passing by God be thanked oh that I was better better in the eye of heaven -

Mrs. B- [Barlow] says,

'with vetturino horses you travel ten leagues a day, neither more nor less, you are not permitted to stop where you please, and the postilions always take you where their horses can be best accommodated, and this generally proves to be the worst and dirtiest Inn for the travellers to travel post, or vetturino, will come to much about the same expense, but the latter can only be tolerated in Italy'....Travelling post 'is just once again as expensive as the diligence conveyence; besides that, you will find their charges at Inns much greater; and also, if an accident occurs to their carriage on the road, you may detained on your journey a fortnight or more to get it repaired'.....

Vide line 13 et sequiter of the last page - I am much better she answers all my questions about travelling so particularly or I should begin to feel rather indignant at 'should I be in Paris when you visit it you will call on me or not just as you please' - Mrs. B- [Barlow] met Madame de B- [Boyve] at Mrs. Kidd's - very civil to her and most attentive -

'She never pronounced your name' - 'Monsieur de Cussy said you would require 4 horses, so did Monsieur Droz - the latter calculated that it would cost you from 800 to 1000 francs to get to Montpelier or a similar distance' -

Had just finished the above of today at 12 40/60 - Whitley has sent me a wrong periodical this morning 'the Edinburgh Journal of Science', conducted by Dr. Brewter, instead of the Edinburgh Philosophical Journal conducted by professor Jameson - my father came - downstairs about an hour - gave him money to pay the men Riley and company who will have finished walling tonight at Northgate - From 2 1/4 to 3 40/60 wrote the latter 1/2 page 3, and the ends, and under the seal, very small and close, of my letter written this day week, and on Saturday and finished today - very kind letter - tell her of having hired Mc.D- [Macdonald] say today whether she suits us or not we shall always be equally obliged to her Miss Mc.L- [Maclean]

'If we like her the credit is yours; if we do not, the responsibility is our own - Never have a fear when you are good enough to do anything for us - we do not measure intentions by their success' - Bad her not fidget herself about that over which she has no control 'and if the interest of the debt does not amount to more than half your income never mind it her brothers good management may bring all round - I wish you could make over all your cares to your brother, take a certain income, be it what it might, and go, and be wherever suited your father best' - Our plans uncertain - 'we shall go to Paris in the 1st instance, and thence, I think to Montpellier - we should fix upon Florence for the winter, but I am doubtful how my aunt will be able to bear so long a journey - Dr. Scudmore says Nice' - ask her advice and to get us what information she can - 'I have not yet read Dr. Clarke on the different merits of these places - If it should turn out that my aunt is not able to go abroad (and Heaven only knows what will be the event), we must try Bath - You know it is not my custom to look on the dark side of anything; but, turn which way I will, the prospect is unclear and cheerless - Never dream of saying too much on the subject of your health to me - I think of it perpetually with much anxiety - Except on this account, you Sibbella, are the only one of my friends who has never given me a moment's uneasiness; and my regard for you is perhaps better, and steadier than you think - You will take my letters as they may be; and I will keep my promise, and write 'pretty frequently' - It is not in my heart to disappoint you in anything - 'Incomparable woman!' I write as in the person of your niece - Find fault with her and not with me - I think of you when I am happy - I think of you when I am not so - I seem to remember you only as I saw you at Esholt - Now and always, here and even where, it would delight me to see you and those who love me best, love you for my sake, till they love you for your own - I have thought more deeply than you may have fancied, on the contents of your last - I, too, have been, perhaps foolishly, plunging myself in debt by a very dear purchase which, somehow, I could not resist - but there are melancholy contingencies which seem as if they must happen, that, with economy, will clear me in 2 or 3 years after their occurrence This is not so much my reasoning, as my aunt's, whose conduct towards me is, in everything, most kind, most liberal, and most admirable - Our income will be lessened I know not how much as yet' -.....

''I will allow I am not congenial to Miss B-' this makes me smile - Poor Miss B-! she does not much suit either you or myself - I sometimes think, how nearly she had prevented all lasting intercourse between yourself and me! Sibbella! Could she have recompensed you for the loss of one whose regard for you will endure unaltered to the end? - Now that you understand me better, and know me well enough to believe me reasonable, and have forgiven me the sins of dress and address, I will acknowledge, there was, and is, and ever will be a tinge of romance in the colouring of my regard for you - But does it offend you Sibbella? or do dishonour to your judgement, or injustice to your heart? or have you even one prejudice that it would alarm? There is little, perhaps too little of romance in my feelings towards the world in general - My great regret is, that I did not know you earlier - A bulletin of your health at the end of your letter, if you please - and you, too, have dreamed of ossification! - you are right - What matters it how we leave this world, so our passage to the next be smooth? Good bye, Sibbella! May we meet there where consolation is not wanted, and, while we are here, may you believe me always very faithfully and affectionately yours AL - Tell us your opinion - Montpellier, Nice, or Florence? I think it will be Montpellier' -

Twenty minutes reading over my letter then From 4 to 4 3/4 wrote the last 41 lines of today - wrote the rough draft of the index of these 5 days of this month - wrote a note to Mr. Whitley to go tomorrow to desire him to send me the right Edinburgh Journal, and returning him the wrong one - Read over Mrs. B-'s [Barlow's] letter again - I feel quite composed about it now and quite reconciled-

Dressed - Dinner at 6 1/4 - tea and coffee at 8 1/4 - In the evening looking over and burning papers out of the cupboard opposite the door - after my aunt went to bed and to have her bath at 9 1/4, sat up looking over the top middle drawer of my uncle's bureau - burnt my uncle Samuels pocket book full of orders payments and patterns and burnt etc. etc. - Fine day, tho' a little damp and rain early in the morning and about noon and towards evening - Barometer 1/2 degree above changeable Fahrenheit 49° at 10 35/60 at which hour came up to bed - wrote the last 4 lines - hurried into bed having to curl my hair - E..O.. -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0080 - SH:7/ML/E/9/0081

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littledreamybeth · 6 years ago

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My young lover

A/N: This imagine is for entertainment purposes only and has no relation to reality!! This is pure fiction and is not going to be real so be warned!!

Summary: Y/N is too young and Harry is too old (requested)

How could a person’s beauty be so out of this world yet so real? How could a person be unimaginably gorgeous- as if they were carved by goddess Aphrodite with such perfection and without any flaws? How could someone’s character be filled with so much kindness, gentleness and purity that everybody who spoke a word with them instantly became infatuated with that person? How could someone ignite a hell of a firework inside your body by just touching you or by kissing you? And lastly, how could a person make you fall in love with them so hard that even the single thought of having to live without them makes you instantly go insane?

Harry always wondered what he did to deserve his girlfriend whenever he spared a glance at her.

Just like now. She was peacefully sleeping beside him, giving him the opportunity to observe the sweet creature lying in his arms. The afterglow of their previous love making was attached on her. The corners of his mouth rose, forming a gentle smile. Harry lifted his hand to carefully drive his fingertips over her soft cheek. Immediate warmth engulfed them.

He had his other arm protectively draped over her small frame as if he was afraid that she would disappear into thin air should he let go. And it was the last thing he needed. Pressing a tender kiss on her forehead, he continued looking at her. His eyes reflected nothing but awe for this young beauty.

Recalling his memories, Harry found himself back at the moment they have met.

On that special morning, he remembered, he had got hold of a role for another movie. Being in the studio for years and producing music was surely something he loved from the bottom of his heart, however, he tried to be open for other things as well. So, he had decided to boost up his acting career a bit more and had auditioned for a character in a new movie. To read the script in peace and memorize his lines, he had walked into a coffee shop he had only heard good things about and that many of his friends had recommended.

He had entered the shop and watched out for a seat somewhere in the back. There had barely been any customer at that hour for his advantage. While waiting for someone to take his order, he had flipped through the pages of the script. Until he had heard the most endearing voice his ears had been blessed with. His heart had miraculously skipped a beat to the unfamiliar new sound.

“Welcome to the Coffee Club, sir. What’s your order?”

When Harry had lifted his head up to make eye contact, his eyeballs nearly fell out of their places. Right in front of him, there was standing the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. She seemed to recognize him too because she had looked at him as if she couldn’t believe that Harry Styles was sitting in front of her, in the coffee shop she was working at. But then, she had shot him the cutest smile ever.

“What a lovely surprise, Mr. Styles!” she had said. “It is very lovely to see you at our coffee shop!”

Harry had just nodded with his head. He had been too overwhelmed with how wonderful she looked. From the tag attached on her uniform, he could read that her name was Y/N. Beautiful name.

“Can I take your order already?”

She had taken a piece of paper and pen out of the front pocket of the bordeaux apron she was wearing and had looked at him expectantly.

Harry, hoping that he hadn’t made a fool of himself by openly staring at her, had taken a glance at the menu lying on the small table. “I’d like to have a… an Espresso.”

The young woman had noted his order. “Alright. Anything else?”

“A strawberry cheesecake would be lovely.” Why had he been so nervous while talking to her? He normally had never felt like this when he had spoken to beautiful women.

“An Espresso and a delicious strawberry cheesecake for Mr. Styles,” she had concluded before she had shot another smile at his direction and then had gone back to the front to get his order ready. Harry’s eyes had followed every step of hers until she had been out of sight. The minutes before she returned had been passing agonizingly slow. He couldn’t even concentrate on his script now that his thoughts were full of the young woman and her breathtaking smile. Speaking of love at the first sight, Harry had really believed it just happened to him.

And it had proven him right when Y/N had come back with a cup of his Espresso and a plate with his cake. His heart had beat like crazy. The young waitress had placed his coffee on the table and their fingertips had touched when Y/N had handed the small plate over to him, leaving a prickling sensation at those spots. Harry could feel his cheeks reddening and had hoped she couldn’t see it.

“There we go,” she had said. “I hope you’ll like them. If there is anything you want, please make sure to tell me. My name is Y/N by the way.” Harry was going to answer but she was already gone, leaving him a little disappointed. He had really hoped to be engaged in a conversation with her.

His wish was granted only when his cup was empty and all of his cheesecake was eaten.

“Did you enjoy?” A sudden voice had attracted his attention. There she had been again.

“Yes, yes of course. All of these were delicious. I think this place is going to be one of my favorites from now on,” he had confessed.

“That’s a nice compliment, Mr. Styles. I’m happy to hear that. And our coffee shop would love to see you more often.”

“Please, it’s just Harry. Mr. Styles makes me feel very old.”

“Okay. May I say that you look quite young for a man who’s just hit his forties? And very handsome also,” Y/N had commented.

Harry knew he must have looked like a tomato by now. Shouldn’t the roles be reversed?

“Thanks darling. It’s good to hear that I’m still attractive despite the white strands of hair I’m having on the sides of my head.”

“No worries, they suit you.”

“You’re quite pretty yourself, Y/N,” Harry had remarked with honestly supporting his statement. Y/N laughed happily at him.

“Yeah, I hear that quite often.”

“Is that so?” the man asked, “Do guys always flirt with you?” Harry fiddled with his fingers. He wondered if she even had a boyfriend. If that was the case, then lord help him.

“Sometimes they do, but they’re not really my type, y’know?” She shrugged with her shoulders.

“What is your type then?”

“Hmm, I dunno. 40 year old attractive superstars maybe?” Okay, she tried to flirt with him, at least that’s what Harry was hoping. And it didn’t look like she was committed to someone either.

“Are you talking about me, love?” he had grinned cheekily at her, his dimple popping to the surface.

“Maybe I do, who knows?” That girl was about to make him go crazy. “What are you reading, anyway?” She had pointed at the script.

“Oh that’s- that’s a new project of mine.”

“Are you going to star in a movie? What’s its name?” She had made an impression as if she was very excited.

“Sorry, love. It’s confidential. I can’t tell you yet.”

“That’s totally fine. I understand. But whatever it is, I can’t wait to watch it.”

“You would do that?” Curiosity was written all across his face.

“Of course, I would. I’ve seen ICarly and Dunkirk back in the days, and you were fabulous in them, so I’m exited that you give another shot to your acting abilities.”

“Wow, thank you very much. I really appreciate it.”

Their conversation led from one to another and before they knew, they had talked as much as possible and as much as Y/N’s schedule had allowed her. Their chemistry had instantly clicked. After that day, Harry found himself at the Coffee Club almost every day of the week. He had to see her, he had to get to know her- damn, he had to have her. He knew exactly that he was behaving like a sick boy in love, but he couldn’t let it go. Y/N had awakened feelings inside him he never knew he could feel. But on some days, he left the shop as soon as he entered it because his crush wasn’t there.

How funny- while many women were chasing after him, he was falling for a college student who was working as a waitress to pay her loans. She was different than any other woman he had dated, that’s for sure. She wasn’t a model or actress- she was just an ordinary girl, and Harry loved it.

They’d began to meet each other frequently, even outside the coffee shop. Whether it be breakfast at the baker’s shop or dinner at Harry’s favorite restaurant, whether it be having a walk for hours or movie nights at one of their places. Both of them knew they felt something for each other, but they had been afraid to address the elephant in the room. Their age.

Y/N was definitely too young for Harry. She was just 20 years old.

There had been times where Harry had been ashamed to gush over a college girl who was 20 years younger than him. But the more he saw her, the more he longed for her, and it had almost been impossible to resist the urge to stay away from her. She was like a drug he couldn’t take his hands from and whom he was heavily addicted to. Y/N brought him a sense of euphoria each time he had a taste of her. With her, Harry felt as if he was back in his 20s. She made him feel younger than he truly was.

The feelings had been too strong to ignore, and finally they had made Harry explode.

“I know what we have isn’t actually normal to society and I should keep myself away from you, but believe me love, I can’t. Y/N, you’re so special to me that the mere thought of not having you by my side kills me. I’ve tried to deny my feelings for you, I’ve tried to be just a friend to you, but you’ve already had my heart the first time we met. I’m an old man who is in love with you and I would do anything to call you mine. So please, will you give me a chance?”

His hands had cupped her cheeks firmly yet gently between his palms as he looked at her with vulnerability and sincerity mirrored in his eyes. Tiny snow flakes were falling from the sky down to the ground, covering everything around them in white. Just like in romantic movies, they were standing on a bridge with a large river underneath, Harry confessing his love to her and waiting for her answer. With a single reply she could either make him the happiest man on earth or crush his heart into a pile of broken pieces.

“Harry…” she had mumbled under her breath. Seeing the tears in his eyes, she could sense how much everything must’ve affected him. “This isn’t indeed very normal, but you can’t decide who you love, do you? Your heart does it for you, just as mine did for me. I see no one but you wherever I go. When I see something I like, my first instinct is to ask you what you would think about it. Every time when I go to bed and when I wake up in the morning, it’s you I think about. You’ve made me absolutely smitten with you and I would probably do the biggest mistake if I let you go. So, let’s keep it to ourselves so that we can love each other in peace.”

That had been the only confirmation that Harry had needed before he had brought their lips together and had kissed her feverishly. From that very moment, he was a taken man. But to the public, he was still single. It was extremely hard to dodge the question of whether he was in a relationship when the truth was that he had a girlfriend. Harry, sometimes, was like an open book. Especially close friends could tell when he was lying.

Harry still insisted that he hadn’t met anyone when the love bites on his neck showed otherwise. He tried to make everyone believe that those were just ‘mosquito bites’. Not the most believable excuse.

If there was anything Harry felt guilty about is to hide his relationship from his family. He would’ve loved to introduce Y/N to them and telling them that she was the reason why he was so happy like he had never been before. After one failed marriage and a couple of relationships, Harry had fear he wouldn’t find anyone who was going to be his ‘forever’ anymore. He would’ve liked to have a woman to refer to as his wife and he would’ve loved to be a father. That was his dream with Y/N. Yet, he was concerned about how his mother and sister or worse, Y/N’s parents, would react should they decide to confess that the both of them were an item. He could clearly picture the disgust displayed on Y/N’s parent’s faces and the disappointment on his mother’s normally gentle features. He could sense the anger that his girlfriend’s father would radiate and the craving to rip Harry’s off of his shoulders.

Put their families aside; he was more afraid of media and the entire world. Afraid that they would reveal his secret. Afraid of judgement and harassment just because there was a 20 year old gap existing between him and his lovely girlfriend. The media, that had been stuck to his ass since the day he had entered the industry, was already presenting him as a fuckboy who could wrap every single woman around his finger if he wanted to. Who knew how they were going to portray him in case he’d admit that he was in a stable and happy relationship with a woman who wasn’t even born when he had made his first debut? He mentally saw the headlines in front of his eyes. Written in bold letters he could read words that made his insides frigid and colder than the Antarctica could ever be. Pedophile. Sugar Daddy. Tabloids would mock him for weeks, people would create unnecessary drama over his love life. If he really chose to tell the entire globe about Y/N, then he had to expect his name to appear in everybody’s mouth. He had to expect being seen in a completely different light and being treated differently. Besides, he wouldn’t be the only one suffering- also his girlfriend’s life would be drastically affected. Harry didn’t want to put his love through this huge mess. He couldn’t bear to see her suffer. Harry had never feared anything in his 40 years of living more than the fear of his love leaving him- and if she did, then there was absolutely nothing to save him.

“You’re the only man I ever want.” she had whispered assuringly against his mouth during the steamy moment while riding him with an agonizingly yet gentle pace, their lips clinging onto each other to a passionate kiss as though their lives were dependent on their opponent to survive. Harry’s heart had nearly burst out of his chest to her blissful confession. She had meant it then, but would she even keep her word when things got serious? Would she overcome the bullying and humiliation everybody would cause because of him? He couldn’t blame her if she broke her promise. He would welcome the choice of breaking up with him with understanding. Still, he hoped from the bottom of his heart that this wasn’t going to happen.

Back to reality, Harry pushed himself closer to Y/N so that every centimeter of his body that was left untouched by hers could find their relief. He didn’t know why he had the sudden urge to cry, but the uncertainty of what the future held in store for them was unnerving.

As a tear slipped down his cheek along his nose, Y/N awakened from her sleep, opening her eyes at the right time to find her lover being in distress. She didn’t even have to ask because she knew. They had talked about it too many times.

She caught the tears with her thumbs. “Don’t cry. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

Harry took her hand into his, interlocking their fingers and kissing her knuckles gently.

“I’m afraid of losing you…” he whispered, his voice hoarse as if he had smoked uncountable numbers of cigarettes.

“You’re not going to lose me. You and me against the world, remember?”

“I know…But, I want you to meet my mum, you know? I can’t hide like this anymore. I feel terrible. I’ve never had any secrets that I haven’t told my mum. We always talk to each other. It’s like I’m betraying her…But on the other hand, she may be tearing us apart. Who wouldn’t?”

Her warm breath roamed his cheek, and she gave him a small peck there. “Harry, I love you… And I’m sure we’re going to find a way out of this. No matter what the outcome might be, okay? I know you worship your mum and I would love to meet her soon, too. From what you always tell me about her, she must be a very wonderful person. The same goes with Gemma. We need to find a strategy first before we make our move.” She kissed him softly.

“But now, let’s go back to sleep. Don’t fill your head with unnecessary thoughts. Tomorrow, we’ll talk about it again, alright? And see what we need to do?”

“Okay…”

Y/N untangled herself from his grip. “Come here you big boy.”

She pointed at her chest, indicating that Harry should place his head on top of it. Harry did as he was told. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he gently attached himself back to her. The drumming of her heartbeat against his hair worked like a lullaby. Y/N started to hum a song while her fingers buried themselves into his curls. Embraced like this, they tried to find comfort in sleep, attempting to ignore the risks of their relationship.

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isauntervaguelydownwards · 5 years ago

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I will be there at your side

Title: I will be there at your side Fandom: Good Omens Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley Wordcount: 2843 Square filled: O2 - “One shouldn’t miss the forest for the trees” Rating: T Warnings: Lotsa pining bc they’re just Like That A/N: Title is from Queen’s Love of My Life. This was a fkn trip and a half to write lemme tell u. Link (if posted to AO3): I will be there at your side

@as-the-saying-goes-bingo

Aziraphale accepted the note from Crowley, and it took a second for the two words - written in the demon’s familiar scrawl - to actually register with him. It was as through an observer’s eyes he experienced the rest of the conversation, a sinking feeling swooping through him.

It was first when Aziraphale faced even the mere possibility of something permanently hurting Crowley that he realised what he’d been feeling for so long.

Aziraphale was an angel in love with a demon, which wouldn’t hurt so much if it weren’t for the fact that he could, quite literally, sense love - and he had never sensed any love from Crowley aimed at him.

When Aziraphale storms away from the demon, he’s unaware he won’t see him again for nigh on 80 years. Unbeknownst to the angel, Crowley decides a nap is in order and accidentally sleeps for 75 years.

Aziraphale thinks that maybe - and the thought is more than unbearable, it’s unimaginable, but he can’t help but think… what if Crowley got ahold of that water, despite Aziraphale refusing to help him? What if something went wrong and Crowley’s - gone? Worse, what if something went right, according to Crowley, and he’s gone?

When the thought strikes him, Aziraphale - for the first time ever on his own - gets absolutely souzed. He drinks himself into oblivion, because the thought of a world without Crowley is the thought of a world not worth living in.

Time goes on, as is its wont, and every year that passes without Aziraphale even hearing word about Crowley is a year where he breaks down further, entirely certain the demon is gone forever. He may have just recently realised it, but he’s loved Crowley for a very long time, and even if the feeling isn’t returned - won’t ever be returned, for that matter - at least he had his friendship.

The sheer relief of seeing Crowley hot-footing it into the church almost makes Aziraphale faint - only the fact that there are also three nazis in the church keeps him upright. The realisation of how much it hurts, well, that creates a seed of false hope in Aziraphale’s heart.

Then he saves the books and if Aziraphale wasn’t in love before he absolutely is now, and the seed grows roots, tiny tiny tendrils of hope.

When Crowley offers him a lift home, when he doesn’t even hint about their conversation in the park - when Crowley talks about his car, Aziraphale feels a tendril of love shoot through the demon’s aura.

The seed sprouts.

Despite himself, despite his misgivings about it, when he hears about Crowley planning a caper, of all things, just to get the holy water, well. Aziraphale gets on with blessing. Now, an angelic prayer isn’t all that much more powerful than a human prayer, but an angelic blessing performed out of love?

Nothing holier.

What took the longest, however, was finding a tartan thermos. He could have miracled one, of course, but that would have made it all feel cheap, somehow. Then again, the tartan thermos flask wasn’t expensive, but the effort he had to go to to find one made it feel… more, somehow.

Handing it over feels almost like signing his own death warrant, rather than signing Crowley’s - but somehow, it feels almost like it’d be better if it’s holy water Aziraphale himself has blessed, instead of holy water from a church. Who knows how badly blessed it’d be, anyway?

No, better he die by love, if he necessarily had to.

Aziraphale had a hope that he’d know when Crowley used the water, if it was his own - and Aziraphale had access to hellfire, if necessary.

A world without Crowley was not a world worth living in. That, Aziraphale felt, was an undeniable truth.

“You go too fast for me, Crowley,” he said, having given the demon the flask that could spell both their ends. Between one blink of an eye and the next, Aziraphale is gone from the car. He had felt a sense of wonder from Crowley in the moment he was handed the tartan flask, a feeling that renewed the little seed that sprouted over two decades earlier.

That sprout is a tiny sapling of desperate hope, nourished by every angel Crowley utters.

All of it - the ridiculous hope, thoughts of what might happen, all of it - takes a backseat when Crowley calls, and all of a sudden time is at a premium. Eleven years. That hopeful sprout honestly takes the backseat in a car fifty cars back in a mile long queue.

Aziraphale didn’t have a single clue what on God’s green earth made him agree to raising the Antichrist, but something did. What possesses him to be the gardener is even more inexplicable.

Crowley adores Warlock, despite himself - Aziraphale can feel the love Warlock feels being mirrored, amplified, returned by the demon. The sprout moves a few cars closer. If Crowley can love the Antichrist, can love what seems a human child, thinks Aziraphale, mayhaps he could…

Aziraphale isn’t ashamed to admit (if the right entity asks) that the years he spent as Brother Francis are the best of his existence - not because it was rewarding (it was, raising a child and all) but because he gets to spend so much time almost close to Crowley. They’ve spent the ages orbiting one another, and during the Dowling estate years their orbits come close enough to be almost one and the same.

Warlock had asked, in the innocently curious way of children everywhere, if he was in love with ‘Nanny Ashtoreth’. Aziraphale found he couldn’t lie, not about that. As an angel he shouldn’t be lying, period, but - sometimes, white lies were better than the truth. He tried to deny it, of course he did but he loved Crowley too much to ever say the opposite, even in the guise of a gardener and a nanny.

“Why don’t you marry Nanny, Brother Francis?” Warlock asked, and Aziraphale choked on nothing. “If you love her, shouldn’t you marry her? That’s what mummy and daddy did.” Aziraphale, very carefully, didn’t let his thoughts about Mr. and Mrs. Dowling’s loving (or lack thereof) marriage show on his face.

“B’cause, m’dear boy,” Aziraphale said, voice thick with unshed tears, “while I adore Nanny most ardently, she doesn’t return the feeling.”

In return, Warlock had only given him a long look, mannerism older than his years, and shook his head before dropping the subject. Aziraphale didn’t know quite what to make of that, so he put it out of his mind in favour of showing Warlock where a sparrow had her nest.

Armageddon came ever closer, all of it culminating when the hell hound didn’t show up. They had officially lost the Antichrist (and probably traumatised another child, all for nothing). Aziraphale couldn’t bring himself to regret any of it, however; he’d been allowed, almost encouraged even, to spend a lot of time in close quarters with Crowley - what was there to regret?

What Aziraphale did regret was that he didn’t have time to tell Crowley where the Antichrist was - and therefore where Armageddon was happening - before he was discorporated. Thankfully he didn’t meet any of the higher up angels while indisposed, so making his way back to Earth worked out quite well, despite it all.

Crowley, dear, beloved, unbelievable Crowley. Aziraphale was for the first time happy he can’t see the demon. He could hear him, and that was enough. Crowley was drunk enough that had he been human he’d be dead by alcohol poisoning, and he sounded wrecked. Aziraphale didn’t know who the friend was, but Crowley was clearly torn up about it happening. Yet, the demon had managed to save the book, the only book that actually mattered in the long run.

Then, Armageddon. The sheer relief Aziraphale felt, seeing the blazing inferno that had once been an immaculate Bentley driving up to the army base - nothing had ever come close.

In the middle of a battle for the rest of the world, an angel threatened a demon, and time stopped. When time started again, humanity had two occult beings and the Antichrist on their side - and not even the Great Plan could beat that. It was simply ineffable.

Going on advice from a seer 400 years dead might seem, well, inadvisable, but that was all they had, so they did. Hell was awful, and Aziraphale swore to himself he’d do anything in his power to prevent Crowley from going back. By the looks on the faces of the assembled demons, he’d pretty much managed, too.

When everything is said and done, faces swapped back and the world toasted, they go back to the bookshop that is miraculously standing, as is their wont. Aziraphale resists the urge to catalogue the contents in favour of corking up a beautiful bottle of ‘97 Napa cabernet sauvignon.

They’re well into their fourth bottle by the time Aziraphale brings it up.

“I am sorry, dear boy, about your friend,” he says, not noticing Crowley’s eyes widening behind his glasses. He does notice when the demon chokes on the mouthful of wine he’d just taken, though. “Whatever is the matter, Crowley?”

“My friend? What on earth are you talking about, angel?” Crowley’s too shocked to manage the scorn he was going for, ending up somewhere around worried instead.

“You said you lost your best friend, and you were grieving and,” the angel in question says, a bit too drunk to care about how worked up he’s getting over a being he doesn’t even know. “And then I had to interrupt your grieving and, well.”

Crowley opens his mouth to say something, closes it again. Raises a finger as if to say first of all, but changes it to whipping his sunglasses off, tucking them into a pocket and rubbing at his eyes with the other hand. He picks up the glass of Bordeaux that burns like tequila going down.

“Are you daft? You really are the stupidest clever person I’ve ever even seen,” Crowley finally says, serpentine eyes focusing (with difficulty) on the angel on the other side of the table. Aziraphale feels like he should be offended, but he’s a bit too drunk to actually manage the effort for feeling anything but relief. “It was you, angel. I’d lost you. The bookshop was burning and I couldn’t feel you anywhere, and I genuinely thought I was too late.”

Aziraphale’s glass of pinot noir turns into a rather surprised tumbler of whiskey without him noticing. A sprout, smothered by the events of the past eleven years, turns green again. He sternly tells that useless hope to quiet down, please, nothing for you here.

“I’m sorry, dear boy, what - me?” If Aziraphale knew anything about computers, he’d liken his current mental state to the infamous blue screen of death.

“Of course you, who else would it be?” Crowley put his glasses back on. Aziraphale mourns the hiding of his absolutely beautiful eyes.

“You said - on the phone - old friend?” Aziraphale feels at a loss for words, a first while in the company of Crowley.

“Hastur and Ligur - well, only Hastur by then, I’d melted Ligur,” Crowley says, waving it off as if he hasn’t rocked Aziraphale’s world to its foundations in only a short conversation.

“But - even though I said all those - I was mean, Crowley!” He knows he’s more or less working himself into a fit, swallows the Bordeaux-turned-whiskey in one go, not that that’s likely to help. “I shouldn’t be a - a priority! Especially not in the middle of Armageddon!”

They’re both really drunk by now, which is probably the only reason Crowley says what he does.

“Well, I’ve been in love with you for six thousand years, angel, a little spat isn’t gonna change that, is it?” It takes a minute for it to dawn on them what he just said, Crowley a second quicker on the uptake and therefore a second quicker to sober up. When Aziraphale’s sober again, Crowley is halfway to the door.

“Crowley! Crowley, stay!” he says, not half as loud as he tried but apparently loud enough. The demon stops, defeat in the slump of his shoulders. Aziraphale crosses the shop floor quickly enough not even he is certain whether he used a miracle to do it or not. He reaches out to touch Crowley, but the demon flinches away before he makes contact, turning around and drawing himself up. Aziraphale gets the feeling he’s trying to make himself larger, more intimidating - less likely to be hurt.

“What, Aziraphale?” he hisses, glaring - not that Aziraphale can see that, but he knows him. Knows how he will be glaring behind the glasses, knows that he’s hurting simply by the way he’s hissing on every word. Knows that Aziraphale loves Crowley and - Crowley loves Aziraphale? “You don’t feel the same so let me go home to lick my wounds in peace and then we can have dinner in - a year or something, when I’m past the embarrassment.”

“No, dear, I just never thought…” he trails off, raising a hand to hover uncertainly between them.

“What? Because I’m a demon, and I can’t feel love?” Crowley takes a step back, and Aziraphale lets the hand drop.

“Of course you can feel love! You love the Bentley, you loved Warlock, you even love feeding the ducks!” His tone is strident, he has to make Crowley understand. “I have felt your love for one thing after another for centuries, Crowley, so your ability to love was never the question!”

“Then what! What is so surprising about the fact that I love you, have loved you and will continue to love you until She sees fit to remake the universe, and I can’t guarantee that will make me stop loving you?!” Crowley says, taking several steps forward until Aziraphale is forced to back up or be walked into. It’s the same as when they were at the former convent, not even a week ago, yet the air is charged in a way it wasn’t then.

“Because I never thought you could feel the same for me as I feel for you, dearest.” The words bring Crowley to a halt.

“...what?”

“I love you too, Crowley. Have for a very long time.” Again, Aziraphale brings his hand up, this time Crowley doesn’t flinch back, so he puts his hand to his cheek. “I never felt an inkling from you, that you would feel the same - never did I dare hope.”

Crowley turns his cheek into Aziraphale’s hand, brings his own up to hold it, to keep it there. He doesn’t resist when the angel reaches up and takes his glasses off, and Aziraphale’s breath catches at the look in his eyes.

Crowley leans down, hesitating a hair’s breadth from Aziraphale’s lips, the two of them sharing unneeded breaths - Aziraphale can’t take it anymore, leans up and closes the last few millimetres between them. As he does, as he kisses Crowley like he’s wanted to for two hundred years, he can’t help but whimper.

Aziraphale can feel Crowley’s love for him, and all of a sudden he realises that the reason he’s never felt it is simply because he’s been missing the forest for all the trees. The love Crowley feels is so all-encompassing, ever-present, that Aziraphale’s been so enveloped in it he hasn’t even noticed.

They’re so in-sync that they don’t know who pulls the other closer, who deepens the kiss, but they stay there, kissing in the middle of the bookshop, for a long time. When they eventually break the kiss, Crowley leans his forehead to Aziraphale’s, eyes closed but with a small smile on his face.

“If I’m dreaming, angel, please don’t wake me up just yet,” he murmurs, running his fingers through Aziraphale’s hair. Aziraphale can’t help but lean into it, is as close to purring as a non-cat ever gets. Nonetheless, he’s the first of them to pull away.

“I am so sorry, dearest, that I didn’t tell you, but - well, I think I just didn’t see the forest for the trees, and well,” he says, watching as Crowley opens his eyes. For the first time, he sees the love shining in them for what it is. The smile on Crowley’s face is fond, and Aziraphale can’t believe how he never saw it before. “I could never believe you’d love me like this.”

“You’d better believe it, angel - and now I’m definitely not ever going to stop loving you.”

As declarations of ever-lasting love go, it’s maybe not the flashiest, but it is the most sincere Aziraphale has ever heard.

An angel and a demon go to bed together in a flat in Soho, for the first time daring to cuddle close and whisper sweet nothings that have been on the tip of their tongues for almost as long the Earth’s been around.

I do not play dice with the universe; I play an ineffable game of My own devising and this - this was always one of the sidequests.

#ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #fanfiction #good omens fanfic #my writing #type: text

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anthonybrxdgerton · 6 years ago

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The Book of Life reread

Today I finished re-reading The Book of Life by Deborah Harkness. I will be doing my reactions about episodes as well (as soon as I re-watch them) and comparing the show to the first book.

My reactions, notes and everything (a.k.a. I shamelessly love Baldwin) under the cut. There are some trivia I forgot about, things i hope to see in season 3 of A Discovery of Witches, some stuff referencing the previous books (the previous only because I haven't read Time’s Convert yet) and what not.

BEWARE OF SPOILERS FOR THE BOOKS. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE BOOKS, DON’T READ THIS POST. Enjoy!

[ a discovery of witches | shadow of night | the book of life | time’s convert ]

the book takes place in 2010 & 2011 in the span of 12 months

It’s not just Diana’s hair that has changed. Philippe’s face had a look of wonder. Diana is with child—Matthew’s child. Emily examined her niece more carefully, using the enhanced grasp of truth that death afforded. Philippe was right—in part. You mean “with children. ” Diana is having twins. Twins, Philippe said in an awed voice. - MY FEELS. I really hope we will see ghost Philippe and Em (if they decide to kill her after all) even though they didn’t show us Bishops ghosts in season 1;

Phoebe reached up and straightened his collar, her olive eyes full of concern. Marcus had taken to wearing more formal clothes than concert T-shirts around the same time he’d started to sign his letters Marcus de Clermont instead of Marcus Whitmore - and he still wears Converse! That being said, I need to see his style change in season 3 as well;

“Third, do not, under any circumstances, get within arm’s reach of my father. Agreed?” Phoebe nodded - Oh, how the tables have turned. First, Matthew didn't trust Marcus with Diana (to the point when he said he would kill him without hesitation if he thought Marcus was being a threat to Diana). Now it's Marcus who doesn't trust Matthew with his mate;

Baldwin’s favorite wine is claret and he has a cellar full of the Bordeaux. Hamish, as seen, loves the wine too;

distinctive licorice-root scent of Marcus Whitmore, and he tamped down the flicker of anger that accompanied his realization that Marcus was using Philippe’s old office - What did you expect, Matthew? Philippe was Marcus's grandfather, he has every right to use his old office. Besides you were gone for months, you have no right to be angry at Marcus. he’s a Grand Master now, he needs his space too;

Marcus, the family’s democratic idealist, had fallen for a blueblood - i just like this quote okay? it tells us a lot about them;

Without Fernando’s care, Hugh would have shown up to fight with nothing but a volume of poetry, a dull sword, and one gauntlet. - I need this comedy spinoff now;

Matthew said through gritted teeth. “I won’t take her freedom—no matter what it costs me. - nice parallel to A Discovery of Witches quote - “The king just sits there, moving one square at a time. The queen can move so freely. I suppose I’d rather lose the game than forfeit her freedom.”;

Baldwin turned to level his strange golden-brown eyes at Matthew - his eyes are not strange, they are beautiful!;

Scientist. Vampire. Warrior. Spy. Prince. Assassin. - about Matthew;

“I thought Hamish was keeping my finances.” He’d left piles of documents for me, all of them awaiting my signature. “Mr. Osborne took charge of your marriage settlement from milord. These are the funds you received from Sieur Philippe.” Alain’s attention lingered for a moment on my forehead, where Philippe had placed his blood to claim me as his daughter. - not only did Philippe made Diana his blood-sworn daughter, but he also gave her so much money!! Alain invested them so Diana would have more of them MY FEELS;

“Sieur Philippe worked on this letter for over an hour. He made me read it back to him when he finished, to be sure that it captured what he wanted to say.” “When?” Matthew asked hoarsely.“The day he died.” Alain’s expression was haunted. - BENJAMIN AND NAZIS NOT ONLY BLINDED PHILIPPE AND BROKE HIM TOO BUT PHILIPPE STILL WROTE A LETTER TO DIANA, MY HEART;

The last time I was held against my will, you were my jailer, Baldwin,” Ysabeau said in a syrupy voice. “Will you do the honors again?” “Not this time,” Baldwin said - COME ON, I NEED TO KNOW MORE;

After that drama Baldwin will soon grow bored and return to New York. - Here’s what i need to know: where the heck does Baldwin live? He came from Venice, he has houses in London too and at the end of the book it’s said he spent much time in Berlin, DO YOU LIVE IN ONE PLACE AT ALL OR ARE YOU JUST TRAVELLING EVERY FEW DAYS BECAUSE OF WORK???;

“Phoebe will not become a vampire. I forbid it.” Matthew’s voice was quiet, but it seemed to echo in the crowded room. “You don’t get a vote. This is our decision—Phoebe’s and mine,” Marcus said. Then he threw down the gauntlet. “And of course Baldwin’s. He is head of the family.” Baldwin tented his fingers in front of his face as though considering the question, while Matthew looked at his son in disbelief. Marcus returned his father’s stare with a challenging one of his own - HAHAHA SUCK IT, MATTHEW IT’S NOT YOUR DECISION, STOP CONTROLLING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE THANKS;

Baldwin had dragged the de Clermont men and Fernando out into the night and explained in brutal and detailed terms just what would befall each and every one of them if he detected a whisper of protest or a glimmer of insurrection. Afterward, even Gallowglass had looked shaken. - something I also need to see is, if only just for my own amusement;

What you felt for Eleanor is nothing compared to what you feel for Diana. Yet all it took was a casual touch from Baldwin, a mere suggestion that Eleanor might agree with him rather than you, and you were ready to tear them both apart.” - Matthew, COME ON. is that the reason you killed her? ASNBDFGH WHY;

“We came home one night to find our house robbed and Gallowglass sleeping on the table like a Viking warrior ready to be sent out to sea.” Fernando shook his head. - HEY, GALLOWGLASS, WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO YOUR FATHER;

Now I understood why Baldwin had supplied us with new cell phones when we left Sept-Tours, changed all our phone plans, and canceled Sarah’s Internet service. - I just like those subtle moments when you can see that Baldwin cares - even though he acts like an arsehole in the majority of this book;

Matthew was horrified that I owned only a laptop. - Dude, you knew about it in the first book, your right to complain is outdated now (yeah, I realize Deb made a mistake here but it’s funny);

I ship Miriam & Chris;

“Do you wrestle?” “Weeell, I have been known to do so for sport.” Gallowglass looked down shyly, his cheeks dimpled. “Not Greco-Roman by any chance?” Chris asked. “My partner injured his knee and will be in rehab for months. I’m looking for a temporary replacement.” “It must be Greek. I’m not sure about the Roman part.” “Where did you learn?” Chris asked. “My grandfather taught me.” Gallowglass scrunched up his face as his concentration deepened. - OF COURSE, PHILIPPE ONLY TAUGHT YOU THE GREEK STYLE;

I just love that the chain Diana made to anchor her to Matthew was not ignored - in fact, she made more chains to anchor and connect her to her children, Rebecca and Philip. Pretty sure that she made one more chain for Jack as well;

Diana’s ringtone for Baldwin is Sympathy For Devil;

I am very, very happy that Jack is back. I love him so much, POOR BABY WAITED FOR MISTRESS ROYDON FOR 12 YEARS IN AZKABAN;

Philippe taught Romans about paterfamilias because he thought Roman society could benefit from a healthy dose of vampire family discipline, and a reminder of the father’s importance;

One of the ways Jack deals with Benjamin is by drawing;

They were an unlikely band, Matthew thought: three creatures related by blood, a fourth bound by loyalty, and a fifth who had joined them for no apparent reason other than that he was a good man - CHRIS, I LOVE THEE;

Marcus is not the only de Clermont who owns nightclubs - Baldwin does too;

Miriam taught Jason how to be a vampire, just like Philippe taught Matthew - is this a rule that the sire’s mate is teaching the children everything or is this just a coincidence?;

Apparently, vampires own all the major cab companies. ;

Gerbert’s only complaint about his new virtual existence was that he had been unable to secure “Pontifex Maximus” as a user name. Ysabeau told him that it was probably for the best since it might constitute a violation of the covenant in the eyes of some creatures. - I know this won’t be in season 3 but this peak comedy, I love it and I wanna see it

“Timothy?” “The same.” Timothy turned his eyes to me and cocked his fingers and thumbs so they looked like six-shooters. He was, I noticed, still wearing mismatched cowboy boots, but this time one was green and the other blue—to match his eyes, one presumed. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Told you, babe: You’re the one.” - I like him, okay?

I sure as hell hope there’s enough bourbon in this house to wash down all the bullshit,” Chris said. “‘Milord’ my ass. And I’m not bowing to anybody.” // “But if you call me ‘milord’ or bow to me one more time, I’ll put you in the bayou. And Chris will help me.” - I NEED CHRIS AND MARCUS’ FRIENDSHIP IN SEASON 3, DO NOT LET ME DOWN, SHOW

For all his talk, Baldwin STILL recognized Diana as a de Clermont and HE CARES ABOUT HIS FAMILY, I love him so much. Everyone thought it was supposed to be Verin, but nope, Baldwin did it.

And thus the Bright Born became the Children of the Night. Who will end their wandering? the unseen hand wrote. Who will carry the blood of the lion and the wolf? Seek the bearer of the tenth knot, for the last shall once more be the first - Philip and Rebecca are Bright Borns

I love the fact that Baldwin not only recognized Diana as a de Clermont, he also made her a Congregation member - and when Diana tried to give him back the key later, he was like “Nope, it’s done, you’re gonna do it beautifully and I WANT SOME PEACE FROM THOSE MORONS”

“Nine,” Baldwin replied. One of his hands was completely clean and bore a sword, the other was caked with substances I preferred not to identify. The contrast made my stomach heave. - HOW ARE YOU EVEN FIGHTING THIS IS NOT A ROMAN STYLE

“Come, Jack. On the way to Sept-Tours, I will tell you a story about the time Baldwin attempted to banish me from Jerusalem. Many men died.” WAIT, WHAT? YSABEAU I NEED TO KNOW IT TOO WHAT THE HECK

“Answer your e-mail while you’re at it. I send you messages. You don’t answer. It’s aggravating.” and “Answer your fucking e-mail!” are my favorite things Baldwin says looool i NEED this in season 3 too (we need those comedy moments here or with Gerbert loving social media, otherwise the season will be too dark)

PHILIPPE AND DIANA’S SCENE OH MY HEART HE STILL LOVES HIS DAUGHTER I CAN’T

Matthew’s birthday is in November, and his re-birth in June

Overall I like this book even though it really is a mess. There same some bits and pieces that, even though are interesting, do not move the plot forward at all and there’s no need for them here. Diana and Matthew being domestic in Madison and Bishop’s house playing Diana Fleetwood Mac is a funny story, one that would be better to be written separately (maybe Deb could write some short stories about Diana and Matthew and the gang), not necessarily in The Book of Life.

I LOVE Chris & Matthew teaching (with Miriam as their boss) and I would read the hell out of that. Give the whole book about Chris and his students, Deb, I need it.

The plot was very stretched Like Deb didn't really have any idea what to write. Shadow of Night was better, there was some tension in the air, but there was nothing like that in The Book of Life. Also, what IS The Book of Life? it was supposed to answer all those questions set in A Discovery of Witches and honesty, it didn't answer any of them. And the Benjamin plot, not only problematic, is not well done. Even when I first read the book, I didn’t feel the tension even when Matthew was kidnapped. Benjamin just doesn’t work as a villain for me and I think they will give this plot (or something completely different) to Gerbert and Knox. I hope Satu’s storyline will end differently, just like Domenico’s

All Souls Trilogy is very interesting and I’m very happy I (re)read it, even though there are some minor problems there.

#all souls #the book of life #asia rambles #baldwin montclair

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ecofinisher · 5 years ago

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The Adventures of Super Nathan 2 - Chap. 24

Chapter 24

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13243294/24/Miraculous-The-Adventures-of-Super-Nathan-2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18224606/chapters/47947354

https://www.wattpad.com/771601108-miraculous-the-adventures-of-super-nathan-2

In the apartment of Nathaniel’s mother, the redhead sat inside his room in front of his desk in front of his laptop with a digitalized comic site, where Nathaniel was inserting a bubble over the character of Super Nathan while on his bed next to the desk lied Lila typing on her smartphone a message to somebody.

“I feel like doing everything by hand is easier, than with this app” Nathaniel complained falling back on his chair tensed. “I’ve spent an hour on that and I only finished four pages. By hand, I would have finished 10 by now”

“Come on Nathy, don’t be so stern with yourself. You still need to practice with using it. With the time you’ll get better and you’ll be faster” Lila said turning herself around, then sat up on the bed gazing at the boyfriend. “Why don’t you look up for tutorials to see, how to manage it?” Suggested Lila.

“They’re too long, I don’t want to waste my time in only watching them”

“You’re weird,” Lila said with a chuckle. “How are you supposed to know it, without help”

“Well I can always ask Max or Mr. Ross,” Nathaniel said getting up from his chair to sit on the bed next to Lila. “They sure know it better than me”

“And you don’t mind waste your time with them, hein?” Lila asked making Nathaniel frown, afterwards, Lila started to laugh.

“Today you feel funny,” Nathaniel said glancing neutral at the girl, then she placed her arm behind the boy’s back to give him a peck on his cheeks.

“Sorry, it just sounded weird to me” Lila apologized followed by passing with her left hand under the bang over his right eye to see his light turquoise eyes shining at her, making her smile amorously and lean her face to Nathaniel’s to go for a long kiss. Nathaniel placed his arms behind Lila’s followed by the girl grabbing the boy on his shoulders to help herself up to sit on her boyfriend’s lap, while they continued snogging. Nathaniel lied down on the side of the bed with Lila over him, while the two kept smooching on the mattress, short moments later Nathaniel threw Lila quickly to the other side of his bed now lying over her, this causing her girlfriend joy, which moaned under her breath as he showing his dominant side. Lila grabbed the jacket over its collar pulling it down from Nathaniel’s body, then Nathaniel stopped with the necking and got up to get rid of his jacket, then as he turned around at Lila she grabbed him by his orange T-shirt to continue their job. Nathaniel placed his arms under Lila’s back to search for the zipper of Lila’s romper, soon as he started to pull it down carefully, Nathaniel shrieked and looked back at the closed room door and looked back at Lila, which had just opened the belt of Nathaniel’s pants.

“My mother is coming” Nathaniel mentioned, then Lila looked at the door waiting for it to open, but nothing happened. “But….I thought I heard footsteps”

“Perhaps you just have imagined it”

“I don’t know, maybe” Responded Nathaniel a little frightened. “I’m afraid if we would get caught”

“We both know exactly, when our parents come home, if you think she’s coming soon, then we better not do anything”

“Actually, she’s only home at 6’40 pm during this week’s shift. She still has got an half of hour, until she’s home”

“Well, if you want we still can do it” Lila mentioned crossing her arms over his chest, followed by lying her chin over them to gaze at her boyfriend.

“S...sure. I think it’s going to work out” Nathaniel agreed making Lila smirk and plant her lips on his to continue their job, soon as Lila placed her hands on Nathaniel’s pants to unzip them the door behind them slowly opened up and it was Miss Kurtzberg, which was distracted by her smartphone as she was at the moment talking with somebody.

“Fuck…...” Nathaniel replied shocked as he saw his mother standing there upside down, then Lila looked up too, then back at Nathaniel, which shrugged his shoulder at seeing his mother earlier home.

“Sure I can go this Sunday instead and have free on Thursday, that’s no problem….Thank you, Au revoir” Miss Kurtzberg said pressing the red button on the display and look down at his son lying down under the girlfriend. “What are you two exactly doing?” Miss Kurtzberg questioned the two lovebirds, which rolled the eyes at each other in confusion.

“I just discovered Nathaniel is very ticklish under his arms” Lila claimed making Nathaniel raise his head up looking confused at the girl.

“No, I’m not….” Nathaniel corrected, then shrieked as Lila stuck her arms under his armpits, starting to tickle him making him jerk off and push his arms closer to his body, trying to clamp Lila’s hands. “Stop, stop, stop!” Nathaniel ordered starting to laugh a bit.

“You know Nathaniel is nearly ticklish everywhere, but the place he’s most ticklish of is….”

“Don’t say it mom, don’t do it” Nathaniel pleaded gazing up at his mother with puppy eyes, then Lila pulled her arms down slowly passing beside his body, then wide her eyes figuring out, what place he might be the most ticklish.

“I think I already found it out,” Lila said placing her hands on the sides of his belly, starting to tickle him, causing him to laugh out more than before.

“No! How did you find out!” Nathaniel complained while laughing, causing much fun to Lila and Miss Kurtzberg, which observed the two. “Please stop it, I can’t take it anymore!” Nathaniel ordered trying to take Lila’s arms away, then she stopped by herself laughing at her boyfriend, which got up looking annoyed at her. Moments later Nathaniel couldn’t stay any more mad at her and joined her laughing, then between the two sat Miss Kurtzberg placing her arms around the two.

“I know, what you two where about to" Miss Kurtzberg said looking at her son, which had his zipper open, then he quickly zipped it up, grinning embarrassed at the mother. "There’s no need to come up with an excuse for that. You two are old enough and aware of the protection, right?” Miss Kurtzberg said looking at Lila, which looked down a little abashed.

“I’m sorry Miss Kurtzberg, I didn’t want, that Nathaniel could get in trouble or something”

“I know my son very well and I know, he’s a fine and well educated man” Miss Kurtzberg said caressing the son on his head.

“Mom, please don’t do that, I’m 17 not 10 anymore”

“So does this mean I can’t do that to you anymore?” Lila pouted making Nathaniel wide his eyes in shock.

“What?” Asked Nathaniel. “No, of course, you can do it and my mother too, but not when we’re all in the same bed….I mean room!”

“I was just teasing you, don’t worry Nathy,” Lila said laying her cheek on his shoulder.

“I should have known it,” Nathaniel said placing his arm around Lila’s back. Lila’s phone vibrated, which was on the bed next to the two teens and Lila picked it up to see two messages from Kagami and one from Luka, one from their private chat box and the others from the superhero group chat.

“Friday would be lit. Adrien is on that day in Bordeaux for a photoshoot” Came from Kagami’s private chatbox.

“We need to roll out, there’s some hairy weredog or werewolf-thingy out on the streets running accompanied by some stray dogs. We got to check that out” Luka texted the group and the next text came from Kagami, which replied to his comment.

“I’m at Rose’s house to give her a book back. Where did you see that animal?” Kagami commented.

“Nathy, I have to go,” Lila said showing him the messages, then another message came in from Luka.

“Sure and if Juleka is there, can any of you girls make sure she comes home safe?”

“I can bring her to Marinette instead, so she isn’t all alone” Rose suggested receiving a thumb up from the raven-haired boy.

“Okay I stay, but if you need help I’ll come” Nathaniel promised earning a nod from Lila, which gave him a kiss on his lips.

“Oh Miss Kurtzberg I wish I could stay any longer, but I need to go back home, there’s a dinner at the embassy and my mother wants me to accompany her”

“That’s no problem, Lila. Do you want me to bring you home?” Questioned the raven-haired woman.

“Thank you Miss Kurtzberg, but I’m fine. Our driver is here in the near in a garage to give our SUV a check-up.” Lila made up earning a nod from the woman.

“Alright, our door is always open for you to come,” Miss Kurtzberg said giving the girl her hand. “You know we appreciate you”

“I do Miss Kurtzberg, thank you,” Lila said giving the woman a hug, making Nathaniel smile at the sight of his mother and Lila’s bound. “Bye,” Lila said leaving the room, heading to the exit and Nathaniel looked up at his mother, which copied his movement.

“My dear boy. I hope you won’t ever let that girl go” The mother said earning a nod from Nathaniel, then he had an idea and took his smartphone from his pocket and searched on the internet for something, then showed it to the woman. “What is this….oh is that Jagged Stone?” “Yeah” Responded Nathaniel with a nod. “Lila was present at this concert and loved it so much, mostly because of Jagged proposing Penny Rolling at some part of it.”

“Yes….oh you want to propose Lila like that too?” Questioned Miss Kurtzberg watching the singer in the video go down to his knees and take from his jacket a box out.

“Not exactly like that, cause I can’t sing,” Nathaniel responded. “But I want it to be special, I want, that my proposal kicks her out of her boots and that she accepts it”

“She’s definitely going to accept it, no matter if it is perfect or not”

“Right I think she will,” Nathaniel said, then remembered something important. “Wait another question. You know, she’s not Jewish nor am I Christian. We still can marry, right?”

“Of course dear, one of you must most likely to convert into the other religion, so you could marry at the church or the traditional Jewish way”

“So we have to discuss that somehow?”

“You can do that after the proposal. You still need time for the one of you two to take care of it and also to organize a wedding date, create invitations and lots more”

“Okay, sounds like a lot of work”

“It is, but don’t worry if you two are going to follow the Jewish traditions, I and grandpa are going to love to help you out”

“That’s great, mom,” Nathaniel said, then Miss Kurtzberg ruffled her son’s hair, without him complaining about it.

“Oh you really don’t say anything, when Lila’s not here”

“Oh mom,” Nathaniel said shaking his head, then he gave his mother a hug, which she gladly accepted, followed by pecking him on the forehead.

At the avenue, which is connected with the traffic circle of the arc de Triomphe Furrytail walked along the road followed by several cats, dogs and smaller pets passing by several vehicles, that had stopped and observed in fright the akumatized villain followed by the animals going to the other side.

“See how everyone is glad to see you all here, my friends. Soon you all will be able to live free and wild in Paris, without having to worry about food or vaccinations, cause the Parisians will have to do it as long as I’m under command.” Furrytail told the pets behind him which barked and meowed at the promise of the villain.

Over the crowd a black drone passed over the mythical-themed creature, which noticed it and jumped at it grabbing it, so he could look for the camera on it, then he discovered a smartphone attached to the drone.

“Is that the little Miss Vixen blog?” Asked the dark-colored akuma villain. “I have a message for all Parisians and one for the superheroes. Dear Parisians I have an order for all of you to prepare every day, three times a day 10 kilos of pet food per household for my dear strays to get feed with. The vet institutes are responsible for the vaccinations of my furry friends to be up to date and when they’re sick or need to be checked up to do so. Otherwise, all of the animals are free and can do, whatever they want. For further information, I’ll keep you updated ASAP. And for the superheroes…I’m awaiting you here at the arc de Triomphe and I know you have to do it anyway, cause first….you need to take me down and also….” Furrytail said turning the drone around to show in the back four dogs pulling a four-wheeled cart, where the Parisian mayor lied all tied up and with his mouth covered with a dog bandana.

“Make it quick, cause I don’t think he’s going to stay with me for so long on the arc” Furrytail directed with a smirk, then threw the drone up, nearly colliding with a post. Furrytail clapped his front paws on each other, then looked up at the monument afterwards he glanced back at the dogs, that carried the mayor and nodded at the dogs, which ran along with Furrytail at the roundabout, then the akuma villain took the leash from behind his back and threw it at a statue, that was chiseled at the monument and swung up in the air, landing on the edge of the arc, then he spun the leash again to catch the square-cube on the corner of the arc de Triomphe, after that he checked if the whip was fastened on the roof, afterward he used it to climb up to the roof.

As he was on the top, he threw the whip again like a lasso to grab the mayor to pull him up the bridge while he mumbled under the band for help.

“Don’t worry Monsieur Bourgeois, the superheroes will be here. It’s just a matter of time” The mythical creature assured with a smirk as he pulled the man slowly up.

“What do we got here?” A voice said and Furrytail pushed the president quick at the edge of the platform of the building and looked around to see, who spoke at him, then saw Lady Red being carried by Honey Bee and the yellow-colored heroine dropped the taller heroine down at the top, then landed beside her.

“Ah who do we have here,” Furrytail said glancing surprised at the two females. “Lady Red and Honey Bee”

“Let the mayor down or you have to deal with us!” Honey Bee demanded earning a nod from the villain.

“Sure, why not” Furrytail insisted unlocking the leash from the mayor, putting the women in shock as the mayor felt down.

“That’s not, what I said!” Honey Bee yelled, then saw the mayor appear on the end of the monument again and they saw Miss Vixen had caught the man.

“Good afternoon everyone” Miss Vixen greeted. “I think this way of traveling isn’t adequate according to the law, right mayor?”

“Mmmmh” The mayor mumbled, then Miss Vixen dropped the man on the top of the monument and uncovered his mouth.

“Can I get down of here?” Questioned the mayor nervous.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea as long as this mutt is here controlling them” “Who do you call a mutt?” Asked Furrytail glaring at Miss Vixen.

“Oh are you a pure breed?” Asked Miss Vixen teasingly, then Furrytail took his whip and swung it in the air yelling like a madman, then threw it at Miss Vixen and she jumped up in the air to dodge the whip, afterward she landed behind him and Furrytail aimed Miss Vixen again, while crying and hit Miss Vixen on her butt, causing her to yelp.

“Hey, who gave you the right to smack my ass like that?” Miss Vixen asked angrily, then Miss Vixen’s mouth and nose turned into a snout, seconds later her face turned into a fox head and in the end, her whole anatomy had disappeared and now Miss Vixen wasn’t herself anymore, but a middle-sized Redfox.

“What happened?” Asked Miss Vixen as she was on her four on the ground, then lifted her front paw and shrieked as she discovered, she had got transformed into a vixen. “Don’t think, that just because you got rid of me, that I can’t fight like Miss Vixen”

“We’ll see about that” Furrytail said and from under the arc, Viperion showed up landing beside Honey Bee, surprising Furrytail. “Oh another superhero”

“Yeah and this superhero doesn’t like it when villains mess with his friends,” Viperion said taking his lyre from behind his back.

“That is to be expected”

“Honey Bee, take off to the sky and prepare your tromp” Lady Red ordered Honey Bee, which took off in the sky.

“Be careful,” Lady Red said as Furrytail again was yelling and swinging his whip around him. Viperion pointed with his index and middle finger at his own eye and at Furrytail, signing Lady Red to keep an eye on him and as the villain launched his whip up at Honey Bee at the exact moment Lady Red aimed her yo-yo at the supervillain wrapping him around his arms causing his arms to be pressed closer to his body.

“Hey!” Furrytail growled glaring at Lady Red, which smiled cheeky at the villain. Furrytail tried to use his tails to enter between his back and the thread of the yo-yo, to free himself. Meanwhile the fox Miss Vixen ran towards the akuma villain, then jumped against the tails biting the first one, that came in her way causing the villain to cry in pain and shake his tail to get rid of Miss Vixen, which kept holding the tail.

“You’re not going anywhere” Miss Vixen mumbled.

“Viperion do you think you can get the whip out of his hands?” Asked Lady Red, then Miss Vixen flew away off Furrytail’s end towards the deep of the ground, shrieking the superheroes and Honey Bee quickly flew behind Miss Vixen catching her before she smashed on the bottom.

“Rose, be careful!” Miss Vixen warned as Furrytail stood on the end of the monument gazing down at the two, then he looked back again to see Lady Red along with Viperion ready to fight.

“Oh you two are fast,” Furrytail said while Viperion pulled the small snakehead on his miraculous back to set a checkpoint for a respawn.

“You should have kept that for later” Lady Red informed the superhero partner.

“My heart said right now” Viperion declared, then looked at Furrytail using his whip again as a lasso, then Viperion jumped towards Furrytail, which had stepped aside to avoid the hero caught him.

“Missed me” Furrytail announced victorious, then Lady Red threw her yo-yo towards him trying to hit him with it and the villain defended himself with his whip as she tried to fight him and both of their weapons got tangled at each other. “Crap!”

“Oh oh,” Lady Red replied trying to pull her yo-yo off his whip, while he tried to do the same.

The two had got changed back into their previous positions, including Viperion, which stood again back next to Lady Red staring along with the heroine at the villain, which started to spin his whip like a lasso in the air, then Viperion took his lyre and threw it against Furrytail’s body, causing him to fall down and the two superheroes ran at the edge of the monument to see a crowd of strays come closer to the wall to soften the landing of their leader.

“Lucky guy,” Viperion said, then saw Miss Vixen grab with her fangs on the whip of the villain trying to push it away from him. The other strays joined their leader by pushing it away from Miss Vixen, then a great dog bit Miss Vixen on the neck, causing her to whine. Furrytail smirked as the heroine was bitten, then he felt the other dogs pulling on his whip and he tried to take it off them, but they kept pulling the leash away from the leader as if they were playing with him.

“I need this now, we play later!” The villain ordered while the dogs kept playing with him.

“Miss Vixen!” Shouted Honey Bee, then walked away slowly as several other dogs and cats surrounded her at the wall near the villain.

“You were right all along. I should have waited with my superpower” Viperion said disappointed.

“It’s fine, I try out my lucky charm. Maybe we’ve got luck”

“Good, I’m going to help Miss Vixen,” Viperion said jumping down, landing in the middle of the bunch of strays, then grabbed the dog on the snout, which growled louder as Viperion tried to help Miss Vixen.

“Bite him!” Yelped Miss Vixen, then Viperion flinched and bite the tall dog on his ear hard enough, causing him to yelp and let Miss Vixen fall down on the ground. Viperion let the dog go, then grabbed Miss Vixen and used his lyre to warn the animals to not get closer to him.

“Where’s Lady Red?” Asked Miss Vixen look up at the arc de triumph, where the heroine activated her lucky charm to get her special object.

“What did you got?” Asked Viperion and Lady Red saw a big hose on her hand and she showed it to him. “A hosepipe?”

“Do you know, how to open the hydrant?” Asked Viperion loud making Lady Red shrug her shoulders.

Lady Red looked down at all the animals around the arc de Triomphe, then observed all the dogs and cats reunited and Lady Red felt pressured, that she couldn’t figure out, what she should do with the hose.

“Get down here Lady Red, I think I know, what we can do” Viperion yelled at the superheroine, which nodded then she took her yo-yo and threw it at a post at the other side of the road and swung down passing over the strays while stretching her legs forward to avoid to hit any of them, then she landed on the sidewalk with the hose on her other arm. A couple of dogs and cats ran at Lady Red, which walked reverse back at a building behind her, then she heard a car pulling the handbrake during the ride and Lady Red looked at the side along with the animals to see from the avenue, which leads to the Eiffel tower a white fish selling van show up heading at the roundabout and it stopped near Lady Red.

“Did someone say fish?” Asked a voice opening from the side the door up and lock it to avoid it to get closed.

“Super Nathan?” Asked Lady Red as she recognized the suit from the superhero from behind.

“In flesh and blood….get it?” Super Nathan commented waiting for a laughter, that didn’t happen. “Come on, I can be as funny as Cat Noir.

“That coming from your mouth just sounds fishy boy,” Cat Noir said opening the door from the driver cabin to look at the partner.

“Not bad, you cod do it better” Super Nathan said making Lady Red chuckle” See?”

“You got to be krilling me,” Cat Noir said rolling his eyes. “So fish-bug, how can we help?”

“You two just brought me the answer,” Lady Red said making the two boys smile. “Super Nathan, you take the car and guide the animals all away from here and Cat Noir stays here with me”

“Sure, I’m on it!” Super Nathan responded followed by Cat Noir jump out of the van like a cat, landing next to her. Cat Noir looked at the animals all gazing hungrily at the vehicle, then Cat Noir took a hering out of the van and showed it to the animals.

“Do you want some delicious fish?” Asked Cat Noir, watching the car driving away with the animals starting to follow it. “Take a few rounds around the arc until you got the most of animals behind you!” Cat Noir ordered the purple-skinned superhero, which honked at the friend.

“What is your plan?” Asked Cat Noir watching Lady Red hand him the one end of the tube and she moved aside to extend it.

“We run with it against the strays until we arrive there at the arc de Triomphe.”

“Sure” Cat Noir agreed watching Lady Red go take distance between the two, so they could stretch the hose enough straight, then the two nodded at each other and ran forwards at the animals, then most of the animals got pulled by the hose, while the others managed to stay behind it.

“Be careful, he’s got his whip back!” Viperion warned watching the supervillain whip on Honey Bee, which didn’t have any chance to use her trompo on the villain. Viperion furrowed his eyebrows as Honey Bee didn’t get transformed into an animal.

“I think only when he cries like he did before you get transformed into an animal” Miss Vixen said, then watched Lady Red and Cat Noir get closer and Viperion threw the fox at the supervillain and the animal bit Furrytail on his spiky ears, causing him to yelp and a few dogs around him jump up, trying to help their leader.

“Cat Noir, destroy the whip!” Ordered Viperion earning a thumb up from the cat-themed superhero.

“Cataclysm!” Shouted Cat Noir running at the supervillain, then Furrytail ripped Miss Vixen off his ears and watched Cat Noir run towards her, then Furrytail spun his whip while yelling and as Cat Noir jumped towards the supervillain, Cat Noir got hit by the whip and to his luck he managed to touch the whip before it was pulled back by the supervillain and it fell down in ashes, followed by Cat Noir fall down on the ground, now in the body of a real black cat.

“Hey!” Hissed Cat Noir annoyed at the transformation, then shrieked as a big dog growled at him and Cat raced his way up to Lady Red’s arms. “Help!”

“Got job, my kitty” Lady Red complimented patting the boyfriend on his head, making him smile and start purring showing the girl, he was enjoying it.

“There we got the akuma” Miss Vixen barked watching the butterfly pass by the ladybug-themed heroine, which rolled her yo-yo down to get ready to catch the akuma.

“You’ve done enough mayhem today little akuma” Lady Red stated starting to spin her yo-yo around to catch her akuma. “Time to de-evilize!”

“Where’s Super Nath…..” Miss Vixen asked followed by a car crashing against a post and get surrounded by the various strays. “Is he okay?” Asked Miss Vixen seeing Super Nathan erase the roof of the van and jump out of the vehicle and look at the superheroes near the arc de Triomphe.

“He’s fine” Responded Viperion look at Lady Red throw her lucky charm up in the air to activate the miraculous healing light.

A couple of pets transformed back into human beings, while the rest of the animals stood the same and in the end, Miss Vixen and Cat Noir, which were in the arms of Lady Red and Viperion go turned back into their superhero selves.

“Whoa!” Lady Red gasped as Cat Noir was himself again and surprisingly heavier and she felt down with him on the ground. “Great, you’re back,” Lady Red said with a smile, then Cat Noir licked Lady Red on her cheek causing her to blush in surprise.

“Does Cat Noir have a rough tongue, when he licks you?” Viperion asked while dropping Miss Vixen gently on the ground.

“It kinda felt a little” Lady Red responded and looked at Furrytail transforming back into the orphan Kevin and the Labrador puppy.

“Hey it’s home alone Kevin” Cat Noir mentioned grinning, then saw the puppy ran at Kevin and lick the boy on his face and get picked up by the boy.

“How are you doing, little man?” Asked Viperion, then his miraculous started to beep. “I got only five minutes before I transform back, will you take care of the boy?” Questioned the snake-themed superhero earning a nod from the others, then Viperion ran off passing beside Super Nathan, which came to Kevin and the other heroes.

“Was this puppy also akumatized?” Asked Honey Bee shocked as she saw the two together. “What a monster could do that?!?”

“Hey is that your dog?” Asked Super Nathan going down on his knees to talk with the boy.

“I’ve bought it with the money I’ve earned from doing a woman a few favors” Responded Kevin. “But Madame Livre said it was better to bring him back, cause he doesn’t have enough space in our home and I think we can’t give him back anymore”

“Aww, you just wanted the others all to be happy with a buddle of joy like him, right?” Asked Miss Vixen petting the little Labrador puppy, which licked Miss Vixen’s face and the pet was pecked all over his head by Miss Vixen, making Super Nathan roll his eyes.

“Yeah” Kevin sobbed getting his hair ruffled by Cat Noir.

“What woman are you talking about?” Asked Lady Red. “The Monarch?”

“No I’ve met a woman once at the park, which offered me money if I would organize for her butterflies from the store or from the nature” Explained Kevin. “She said, she was going to breed them or something”

“Can you describe us the woman?” Lady Red asked earning a nod from the boy, followed by Super Nathan draw something on his tablet and over him appeared a pencil and a writing block, which he took to take down notes.

“Well her hair is long and black and she has a part I think the right side….or was it the left side?” She had a red streak from her RAIZ up down to the end. I don’t remember her eye color and I think she was as tall as Viperion, maybe a little more.” Kevin explained earning a nod from Lady Red.

“Are you thinking about the same person as I am, Cat?” Asked Lady Red looking up at the blonde.

“I can’t recall someone at the moment with raven hair” Cat Noir responded thinking about it.

“Couldn’t it be Nathalie Sancoeur?” Asked Super Nathan looking at the others.

“I think it could be her. We just have always seen her with her hair tied up”

“But it’s impossible.” Cat Noir denied. “She’s supposed to beset two years in jail”

“But for good behavior, it could happen, that she could have left the jail earlier” Lady Red explained.

“Right, but uhm could it be really her?” Asked Cat Noir. “What if Nathalie is still in jail and that’s just another person, maybe someone of her family?”

“Does she have someone else too?”

“I don’t know. I know she talked a lot about her parents and how she and they were the only ones living in Paris, while the rest moved out into another country”

“Oh”

“We should ask Gabriel Agreste about her, maybe he knows something or he can help us figure out if she’s out or not” Suggested Miss Vixen.

“I think we could do that” Cat Noir agreed.

“And what will be about Kevin and his dog?” Honey Bee asked and the superheroes looked all at each other.

“I and my mom are rarely home, so we won’t have time to take care of the pup” Super Nathan answered.

“Same” Responded Miss Vixen.

“My mom has time, but she needs an assistance dog because she can’t see” Lady Red explained earning a nod from the others.

“We have a baby at home and I’m not sure if we can keep it,” Cat Noir said watching Honey Bee take the puppy in her arms.

“Same I don’t know, but I could ask my parents and you could ask yours” Honey Bee suggested. “Then one of us keeps him”

“We see about that”

“Will you inform me, if he finds a good home?” Asked Kevin earning a nod from the cat miraculous holder.

“We promise” The blonde responded making Kevin smile happy.

“So it’s time to head back before we transform back,” Lady Red said.

“Same” Cat Noir added. “See you later guys”

“Bye!” The other superheroes said along with the boy, watching Cat Noir leave along with Lady Red.

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Brimstone excerpt #2

Hi everyone! Thanks for all the love on the first excerpt! Here’s the second one!

Rather than focus on the screaming outside, Pythie tinkers with the choker in her hand. It’s a series of wide, tightly woven golden loops interlocking with each other and a disc shaped onyx pendant dangling from the center of the chain. Only, it would be dangling from the choker if the magnets worked. But Pythie was too fucking sleep deprived last night when she began making this that she forgot gold isn’t fucking magnetic. Now she has to attach an iron link so the pendant clasp will magnetically secure to the choker. Otherwise, the whole thing is fucking useless.

She finishes adding the iron link (easy enough, just tedious to do and fucking stupid of her to forget), and her head tics to the side to release the tension in her neck. Only then does she allow herself to tune back in to the screaming outside, and only then does she realize that the voices belong to children.

Growing up with her grandparents means that Pythie is used to adults begging and screaming for mercy that will never come. Children, however, know better than to come here. She has not heard them before. They’re quite annoying.

With a sigh, Pythie hides the choker and her tools in her nightstand drawers and peeks outside her window. Four children stand outside her front door, jumping and screaming for help.

On the ground near them is a person. Their blood mixes with the rain on the pavement.

The front door opens. Delia Messenger, the maid, stares at the children, clearly shocked. She screams once before racing back into the house. She leaves the door open.

Despite the rain falling, Pythie opens her window to hear a little better. For a second, she worries that her grandmother will chastise her for getting the quality oak floor of her room wet, but then she remembers that she hasn’t been in her room in two years.

Delia comes back to the door with Doctor Lamprey. They, and all of the small children, haul the person inside. The door is still left open, and Pythie sees her excuse to go downstairs.

She races down the five flights of stairs down to the ground floor. Silently, praying her mouth will remain silent, she closes the door and begins to follow the trail of blood and wet footprints.

Predictably, they lead to Lamprey’s office, a little room on the ground floor toward the back of the house. Pythie hides in a window alcove, sitting on a ledge and drawing the heavy green curtains around her so that she can just make out the doorway of the office and the people inside. The person, actually a girl, although a very large and muscular one, lays prone on the operating table. The five children surround her as Delia hovers by the door and Lamprey begins preparing surgical instruments.

“Delia, get these children out of here,” Lamprey instructs in his usual clinical tone.

“No, mister, we’re staying,” says one girl. She seems to be the oldest of the group, though she is still quite young. She speaks beyond her years.

Lamprey purses his lips. “Fine. You can stay. The rest of them need to go with Delia somewhere other than here.”

The girl meets the eyes of what Pythie assumes is the second oldest kid, a boy. “It’s fine. Go with her.”

Delia leads the remaining three children into the kitchen. Pythie hopes she’s not feeding them. Delia is smarter than that, despite being too nice for her own good.

Lamprey gets a scalpel and thread out of a drawer. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure, mister. My siblings and I were out at school, and then we were trying to collect scraps for money. We came home, and Dad was out and Cady was on the floor like this.”

“You seem like a smart girl,” Lamprey says as he cleans the wound with alcohol. On the table, the girl, Cady, shifts, delirious with pain. “Why the hell did you take her here, then?”

“I didn’t think Styx could handle this kind of damage, sir,” she answers. All this time, the girl has spoken evenly and calmly. In other circumstances, Pythie would suspect her of doing this, but a) She’s way too small to have inflicted this type of damage on someone so much more powerful than her and b) She’s probably so calm because she’s dealt with similar situations.

They all have, here on Brimstone. A slit throat is just another Tuesday on an island filled with violent convicts and children who know no better.

“Is she going to make it, sir?” the girl asks, uncertainty showing in her voice for the first time.

Lamprey levels a look at her, and Pythie catches a glimpse of the man he was before his sentence on the island: a confident, top-notch surgeon whose arrogance and addiction led him to the Bordeauxs and their underworld. “You took her to the best doctor in this hellhole. Of course she’s going to make it.”

He injects Cady with anesthetic and begins his work.

Pythie doesn’t normally listen to her grandparents, but she tunes in to them lecturing Delia.

“And why did you allow those gremlins to bring in that filth?” her grandfather asks.

Delia is better than the old maid. She doesn’t stutter. “I thought she could be of value.”

They stand in the large living room filled with mismatched, decent furniture and rugs. Pythie sits on the stairs, curled near the railing, overlooking the room. Thankfully, she doesn’t have the urge to tic verbally. As long as she doesn’t hit her head on the wall or the railing, she’s fine. Her head jerks once to the side.

From her position, she can see the side profiles of everyone in the room. Her grandparents wear their usual formal clothes and matching expressions of disdain, but Delia stands more confidently than Pythie has ever seen her: chin up, shoulders back, wide stance.

“Useful how?” To anyone outside the house, the intrigue in her grandmother’s voice would go unnoticed. Pythie, however, picks up on it, and the expression on Delia’s face says that she did too.

Pythie’s head jerks to the side as she listens to Delia’s next words: “Mrs. Bordeaux, you saw the size of this girl. She’s strong, and strong people are always useful. Now that Dr. Lamprey treated her, she’s in your debt. Make sure she knows it.”

Pythie isn’t good with people. She doesn’t know or care to know how they work. If given the chance, she would sit and tinker with her machines for the rest of her life.

But even she knows that Delia doesn’t want to say this. She stands confidently: too confidently. And there’s a shake in her voice that Pythie can hear, way up as she is. Delia has it easy; she works in the house. Others who work for Pythie’s family are not so lucky.

Her grandparents, as always, are too conceited to notice this. “Fine,” her grandfather says. “Tell the girl that as soon as she wakes.”

Delia nods once before leaving the room.

Pythie races up to her room and completes the choker. It’s way too big for her, now that she sized it up, but she puts it around her own neck to test it. Quickly, like in a real fight, she yanks down on the pendant to disconnect it from the chain. When her arm is fully extended, she squeezes the pendant between two fingers to release the mechanism.

It expands into a staff, taller than Pythie herself (though that doesn’t really mean much), before she can blink.

Satisfied with her work, Pythie collapses the staff back into its pendant form and clips it back to the choker. She takes it off her neck, sets it down on her vanity, and begins writing a note to Cady.

Here’s a weapon. You’ll need it. The pendant is magnetically attached to the chain. Disconnect it by pulling it and squeeze the disc. It will expand into a staff. Unlock the joints on the staff and push down to collapse it into a pendant again.

Run. The Bordeauxs want to use you. I don’t know if it will make things better or worse for you. If I were you, I would run. They will find you eventually. It is better to have as much freedom as you can.

Go to Siren’s. It’s on the west side of the island. I have a connection there. Show them this letter. The owner knows my handwriting. They will get you a job. They will hold off the Bordeauxs for as long as possible.

You do not owe me anything for this. Our paths will likely cross again. Pay me back when they do.

She runs downstairs and stuffs both the note and the choker into Cady’s hand.

“She’s useful,” she tics loudly as she stuffs the paper into one hand and slips the necklace into a pocket on the girl’s dirty cargo pants. “She’s useful.”

Cady stirs in her unconscious state. Her eyes, thankfully, remain closed. Pythie stares at her bruised face and arms.

She’ll have to be stronger than that to evade us, she thinks grimly before going back upstairs to her room.

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thelouisianauproar · 7 years ago

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Louisiana Uproar - Chapter 18

Summary: In the Season 3 opener, Dottie is unhappy with the mob’s disrespect of legitimate business; A misstep in a smuggling deal leads to a run in with the law.

New Bordeaux, Louisiana March of 1971.

I wake up in my penthouse in the Downtown District. I’m not alone so I try to sneak out of the bed, to not wake my girlfriend, Nicki Burke.

The penthouse, above the Royal Hotel, belongs to me now. Below my penthouse, is my office. I have a small team now. A legitimate team reports to me. New Bordeaux is a different city since we came into power.

I can smell the aroma of coffee, when I come out of the shower.

“I was trying to let you sleep in.” I comment, taking a seat at the kitchen.

“I was trying to sleep in.” She comments, taking a seat at the kitchen.

“That’s alright.” Nicki says. “I should see how things went without me, before Mr. Balsamo wants my attention.” We just got back from vacation in Washington D.C. We told my dad and step mother that she is my roommate.

Alma once joked that we are “New Bordeaux’s worst kept secret”. One of the smartest women on the team, and she’s my girlfriend.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” “Just some catch up.” I sign and take a drink.

“I miss D.C.” She admits. I don’t, but she really seems to enjoy being places where nobody knows her. To me, it’s just a new opportunity to have a stranger call me a nigger.

“We’ll go back soon, babe.” I finish my meal and kiss her cheek. “Start thinking about where next.” I feel her arms hug me. She kisses the nape of my neck.

“Can’t you be a little late?”

I really enjoy Nicki Burke. She’s my sense of normalcy, or my crack of sunlight.

“I want to be.” I start, “but, I have some things that need my attention.” I rub her sides.

“I’ll see you tonight.” We share a kiss before she lets me go.

My commute to the office is not long. In fact, it’s right down the hall to my bedroom. It looks like Camille left some documents on my desk. There are several notes for me.

“Camille, I’m here.” I say, after pressing the intercom.

“Welcome back.” After a few moments, Camilly pokes her head in.

“Hey, how’s it going?” She takes a seat at my desk. “Just another Thursday.” “You sound like your father.” “That scares me.” She’s got a notepad in her hand. “You’ve got a call with Ron Gleason to discuss the restaurant at noon. Travis Cole at 1 pm call. Betty, whenever you want her.” “Cole?” “I left the report he sent.” I take a look at the big file. It looks like a few drawn up pictures of a building.

“Mr. Saggio asked me to let him know when you get in, so expect a call from him.” She pauses.

“It sounds like I have a day ahead of me. Thank you.” My phone rings. “Dottie Jetson’s office.” Camille answers. “Mr. Saggio.” She whispers. I gesture for her to give me the phone. “Morning, Ray.” “Welcome back. Did you and Nicki have a good time?” “Yes, yes actually we did. Thank you.” “Great.” I start a cigarette and wait for the rest of it. “Let me tell you. While you were gone, we had a snafu with the Feds---Lieutenant Sterling.”

“What happened?” “Southdowns got caught by an officer who thought he’d made the big leagues.” He says. “They silenced the guy but now he thinks we’re testing him.” “Do you need to tell them how to do their jobs?” “I’ll handle them. You handle the outside world.” He says, “I told him that you’ll have dinner with him tonight, at 7.”

“That’s just great.” I sigh slightly. “Why didn’t you let Camille know that? You spoke with her.”

“And share that?” “Ray, what about you?” “Things are fine over here.” He says, “I’d suggest you get caught up. Faster than you are.” He hangs up.

That’s my job. I handle the outside world for the Don. I’m his gatekeeper, his hired muscle, and his ear---along with Raymond, and Morty. He and Mortimer handle his underground life. I mind his legit business.

While appreciable, Don Danna’s investments never make as much as his underground. It’s not like the politicians, the police chief, the CEO’s care. I just have to keep them comfortable, and launder Danna’s money. I’ve bought and started “The Jetson Organization”. Currently, I have the Scaletta’s Ristorante, in two locations: River Row and the Del ray Hollow. I bought out an independent shop, and funded their renovation.

Between my business with “Cavar Construction” and “Frazier & Associates”, we’re going to make New Bordeaux livable again.

“Camille. If you’ve spoken with Janice on Danna’s schedule. I’d love to hear it.” “I will by the end of your meeting.” “Let’s make that first thing you ladies do, now.”

“Yes.” I move back to looking at the documents that Mortimer sent over.

“Ms. Jetson.” Ron comes through. He nods to me. Mr. Gleason started his previous restaurant with his family. They had great turn out, but when they refuse to kick up to Marcano; he was sure to bully them out of business.

I kept him as director of both restaurants. I had to. He was the only one who could speak to me. Past experiences with Marcano made them fear me.

“Ron.” I stand. “Great to see ya.” “You too. I hear you and your roommate just got back from D.C.”

“We did.” “Nice destination?” “No. I’m from D.C.” I gesture for him to take a seat. “It was nice to visit family. What can I do for you?”

“First, everything besides this is fine. But you and I have had some conversations about how we see the restaurant’s image.” We have.

“I’m having some trouble in River Row.” “What kind of trouble?” “The union members keep starting trouble there.” He starts. I sigh. This keeps happening. They come in for the happy hour deals and get rowdy. I remember them doing it, a few times, when I worked there. It didn’t happen as often, they respected Vito Scaletta.

“Got any names?” “It’s not a particular person. They get drunk, get offensive.” He says, “It’s getting to the point that we only serve Union Members.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I look out of my window at the view of the street. “I told you, I had security for you, what’s going on there?” “They’re friends.” He forces out. I believe him, but I don’t want to. “Mr. Gleason, you’re telling me that security detail is giving special treatment to the union workers?” “Yes, they tell us that they will handle it, but then we see the same person two or three more times.” There’s no room for that. “Let’s stay in touch on this. Thank you for telling me.” I walk back to the desk. “I’ll get moving on this.”

“Thank you, Ms. Jetson.”

“Hey.” I say at the telephone, outside of the restaurant.

“Hey babe.” Nicki says,

“I don’t have long.” I start, “I’m having dinner with Lieutenant Sterling in a bit. How are you?” I’m trying to skip the subject.

“Again?” She hates that guy.

“Nick. This is only the second time.” I sigh. I don’t want to fight about this. “If other people would do their jobs, he’d have nothing to complain about.” “Who is it? I wanna bitch them out for getting caught.” This makes me laugh. “At least it isn’t your boys.” I’d better take my place. “I’ll see you tonight.” We hang up and I take a seat at our VIP booth. I order my drink and start a cigarette.

“Are you my reward for letting Danna’s boys go?” Sterling starts. “I’m your apology.” I gesture for him to take a seat. “It is my honor to take you out some time.” “You’re too kind to me.” “How are you day?”

For the most part, it feels like my job is to be a therapist, a celebrity interviewer, or a negotiations specialist to our partners. For Sterling, I’m a celebrity interviewer. I ask him about his career and his life, this appeases him. Everyone once in a while, he gives good information pertaining to business.

“I really should apologize to you, Lieutenant.” I say, once he’s had a few drinks in him. “You really have been so kind to us.” “Then why do I feel like Ray is testing me?”

‘He’s not.” I say, “In fact, we’re talking about stricter routines after that.” That’s a lie, but not worth looking into.

“That’s good to hear.” He drinks. “I know Dannas making money over there. We all want that, visitors, businesses-”

“We’re still so new after Marcano.” “Now, HE was covert.” “He was also selling people.” I shrug. There’s a silence between us. Sterling breaks out with an evil laugh. He came up in the Marcano days. He thinks it gives him a leg up with Danna.

“It’s kill or be killed world.” He respects the old ways. “You know that, if you’re people were half as...industrious as you are. We wouldn’t be in this mess.” How does this make any sense? This is the reason Nicki hates him.

“Welcome home.” Nicki greets me. “How was dinner?” “Uneventful.” I start to undo my blouse. Nicki is already in bed and reading the “Jet” magazine “How was the first day back?” I plop on my side of the bed. “It was fine.” She starts. “Everything was right where I left it. Ray is talking about looking at some new territory.” “He loves shiny things.”

“Should he slow down?” “I don’t know.” I look at her. My girlfriend helps me undress. “They love money, but aren’t great with sustaining.”

“Red River is fine. Speaking of, I’m going out there after the meeting.” My shoes drop to the floor.

“I’ll see what Mort thinks about it.”

“Thanks.” She pauses. “Dottie, is it still an idea to license the moonshine?” “It’s an idea. Last time, I got shot down.” She knows that. Mort decided we could make more money running it illegally. If we go legit with it, we have to follow government regulations. “I know your stuff is good. I serve it.” Can we please stop talking about work?”

“Thank you.” She pushes out. “Your stepmother called to make sure we got in okay.” “Did she want us to send more moonshine?” I joke. “Lord knows how much she enjoyed it.” We both chuckle thinking of the image of Martha getting drunk after dinner.

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The first thing in the morning, I’m off the Frisco to meet with everyone. First, it’s the meeting before the meeting.

“Hey.” I take a seat next to Morty. We are at the Retrousse Yacht club.

“Welcome back.” Morty smiles. “Get those documents I sent ya?” “I did. New district, huh?” “Yeah.” He makes a dance. “Danna’s not gonna be happy until he owns all of Louisiana.” This is biting at me. “Just say it, Dot.”

“Is it just me or is he paying attention to you all?” I start. “When I’m trying to get a signature---he’s nowhere to be found.” “Dot, that’s why you have executive permissions.” He says, “Danna didn’t imagine being Don. Handling politicians, romancing people.” Morty pauses. “You need to recognize that. Fix your face.” “Morty.” We are always honest with each other. He and Ray have both seen my difficulties with getting respect from Danna. A part of my wonders if they care, either, as long as I’m keeping the feds off their business.

“Hey, kids.” Ray greets and takes a seat at our table. “Morning.”

“See any of you political friends in Washington D.C?” “I didn’t want to see anyone.” “Fair enough.” He says, “if you’re ready to begin, so am I.”

The meeting is a basic overview of what was going on for the under bosses. From there Ray, Morty, and I would provide a higher level overview.

“As I mentioned, previously. We have a running account opened at the shooting range in the Bayou.” Morty says, “Up until the end of March. We urge you and your men to take advantage of that.” “It’s very important to me that we are one of the biggest and strongest armies.” The Don speaks. “For those who choose not to take advantage, you have my full support to impose consequences.”

“There you have it.” Ray nods. “With that, I give the floor back to Ray.” Morty gestures to him. “With no further words from the Don.” Ray pauses and Danna says nothing. “Alright. Have a good day, everyone, and let’s go make some fucking money.” His catch phrase. Every one starts to disperse. I make eye contacts with the Don. I watch Alma. I need to talk to her.

“Alma. May I have a word, please?” “Dottie. Long time, no see.” “It’s amazing how time flies” “Yeah.” She offers a cigarette. She’s right. We all see each other at meetings like these. My job is so detached from them. With the exception of Nicki, I don’t speak with them unless we need to.

“I’ll make this quick. I got rather disturbing about the Ristorante.” I say, “In river Row. I’m having issues with union workers getting drunk and causing issues, again.” “Oh, I did not know that was a problem again.” “That’s why I am bringing this to your attention.” “No, I was not aware that it was a problem for them to get drunk at a bar.” “A restaurant, Alma. It is when it scares other working patrons and staff. Yes, it is a problem.”

“It’s River Row, what else is there?” “Alma.” I take a step forward. “I hired your muscle to keep things safe. You don’t want me to pull out my support.” “I will look into it.” She concedes. “Thank you.”

“Look who is home in time for dinner.” Nicki comments. “I thought I was cooking for one.” “Surprise!” I say, sarcastically. “So are you heading to your office or should I set about place at the table?” “Another place, please?” “Great.” She walks up to me and kisses my lips. “How was your day?”

“It was alright. Had no idea the training was a mandate.” She turns back to dinner. “Enzo had me go through the logs.” She pauses. “He really think-” “He wants us to take over Louisiana.” I say, “That means we have to be strong enough to fight for it.” I take a seat at our dinner table.

“I am all for expanding.” She says, “I feel like half of our job is preparing for battle. Preparing for...something.” There is a silence between us as I think of her point. “What about you?”

“Oh you know, I spent the day talking to a brick wall.” “That good?” She chuckles. “I’m sorry, Dot. He doesn’t pay attention to you, he limits you.”

“Nicki. I need a work related favor.” “And what can I do for you?” She brings two places to the table. “I need two of your men to hang outside of the Ristorante in River Row. Tell what they see. With the union members, or Alma’s guys.” “You want us to spy?” “If I choose the haitians, they would know.” She’s silent. “It’s bad for business and I’m really trying to expand, here.”

“What’s going on?” “Union members getting drunk, scaring patrons, and security giving them a pass. I just need to know.”

“Fine.”

“Thank you. My day is already so much better.” “Great. Can we eat now?”

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1826 Saturday 22 April

11 1/4

Sealed, directed, and took down for the post my letter to ‘Miss Maclean of Coll, 15 Hill Street, Edinburgh’ - Went out at 7 40/60 - along the walk to Lower brook Ing wood, walked up and down there reading La vie du chevalier de Faublas - came in at 8 55/60 - reading from then to 10, having altogether read very carefully from page 20 to 72 tome iv. page 52 et sequiter the more particular development of the character of the Marquise de B- very interesting -

At 10 James Sykes came - has walked all the way to and from Pontefract - got the 1500 hollys yesterday at the nursery of Messieurs Oxley, Thomas, and Scholes, and got them (by 3 waggons) brought as far as Archard moor last night and expects them here at 11 this morning - Throp had written them (the hollys) but they (the people) would not let him have them - ‘they are very dear’ - £3 per thousand, but Throp charges me £4 per thousand i.e. takes 25 percent profit - probably he may have done this on all he has sold to me - Nothing like experience - I will always in future send to Pontefract at once - Asked James what his expenses were on the road - a shilling for beer, and, for the rest, he had lived on penny cakes - I am pleased with the man - he said he had had his wages (3/9 per day) and thought he ought not to want anything more - Gave him 4/6 (with which he seemed much pleased) which including mat and package and carriage to Archard moor makes just £5 - I shall have to pay carriage from Archard moor here (one shilling), that these 1500 hollys will have cost me (including James Sykes’s 2 days wages) just £5.1.0 -

George has just brought a note from Mr Parker to say Mr Wilkinson will meet me at their office at one on Wednesday to prove the will, and that Mrs Lees is much obliged to my aunt and myself but wishes to advise with Mr Edwards before anything is done - Mr Parker, however, has ‘no doubt everything will be satisfactorily arranged’ -

Wrote the above of today, and went down to breakfast at 10 40/60 - Jackman came he had seen Mr Holland about the road thro’ Yew Trees wood and Robin close - could not say anything about leaving this wall standing or that - would see Mr Parker this morning - thought the township would want the roads to lead stones for repairing the turnpike road -

Came upstairs at 11 3/4 - read over Mrs Barlow’s last letter from about twelve and a half to two and the same wrote one page and four lines very small and close which I mean to write out and send by and by I wonder what she will think of it coolish and on quite indifferent subjects at first then an appearance of the incoherence of affection ending with ‘I feel as if I ought not to send this it is a foolish messenger but I sit in my power to send a wiser my mind becomes more troubled as I write my love to Jane my best wishes for yours and her happiness and believe me my dear Mrs Barlow your faithful and very sincere friend AL’ had before called her Maria as usual and said ‘I will intrude upon you you will not know that I have been near you till I am farther from you than now perhaps we can avoid Paris’......Say nothing of our plans but that we had given up Bordeaux - Montpellier is out of vogue in England, and we may perhaps spend a few days en passant at Fontainebleau - wrote the last 12 lines and had just done them at 3 p.m. - from three to four wrote out on three pages and one end my letter to Mrs Barlow intending it to go by tomorrows post -

From 4 to 5 10/60 making out ready to give them the accounts of William Green, James Smith and his son Joseph Smith, and John Booth, our farming men, meaning to pay them up to Saturday 18 March last, at which time they became my father’s servants - Had Jackman’s estate of a few of the jobs to be done at Northgate - paid him the 25/. damages for the damage done by the Comissars of the Brighouse and Denholmegate road in Robin Close and the road leading there to - Dressed - Dinner at 6 1/4 - afterwards settled with all the men up to Saturday the 18th ultimate a balance due to me from James Smith of £9.16.2 which I agreed to let him pay by 1/2 yearly instalments of £1 every rent day for he said he was much obliged to me - a balance due to me from Joh Booth of £2.16.2 - gave him this balance, and promised to give him £1 towards his rent due on May day - Poor John his heart was lightened - I believe the man really does feel grateful - What a pleasure it is to give judiciously!

Tea and coffee at 8 1/4 - afterwards settling accounts - altogether (everything included) we have paid up to tonight £440.6.5 1/2 since my uncle’s death - Fine morning when I got up - came in dullish between 9 and 10 - turned to rain about 3 p.m. and fine soft refreshing rain all the afternoon and evening to the great good of the country - Barometer 1 2/3 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 50 1/2 at 10 5/60 p.m. at which hour went up to bed - E..O. -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/00090

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Montauk by Nicola Harrison

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Montauk By Nicola Harrison Summer 1938 We left the train and were escorted to our awaiting cars, one for Harry and me and one for our trunks—packed to the brim for the summer months ahead. I looked up at the Manor on the hill and saw it for the first time, silhouetted against the deep orange early evening sky. As we drove up the tight and winding road, tree branches reached overhead toward each other like lovers’ hands desperate to connect, and then the road suddenly opened up and I gasped. It was just as it had looked in the brochure, but bigger, grander, even more magnificent than I could have imagined—a Tudor façade with turrets and spires, more reminiscent of a vast and dignified English castle than a beach town hotel. Harry put his hand on my knee and squeezed. “I told you you’d like it here.” “Oh, you were right, darling; I can already tell I’m going to fall in love with this place.” Several other couples had taken the same train from the city as Harry and I, and a caravan of cars followed behind us. We entered through the carved wooden doors and as I looked around the grand lobby, which seemed to extend for miles with its enormous exposed wooden beams, stone flooring and three oversized fireplaces, I felt like a guest at the palace. “Mr. and Mrs. Bordeaux, welcome to The Montauk Manor. We are so pleased you’ll be staying with us for the summer,” the front desk clerk said. “I see this is your first time.” “First time in Montauk, actually,” I said. “Some of our friends have been summering here for the last few years and we’ve heard such wonderful things.” “It certainly is the place to be.” She smiled sweetly as if she were right off one of the posters I’d seen around Manhattan advertising the beach town. “Tomorrow night’s the first soirée of the summer; it will be here in the grand lobby.” “We wouldn’t miss it, would we, Beatrice?” “Not a chance.” A jazz band played quietly at the other end of the room and I could already feel myself getting into the swing of things. “Please arrange for the butler to deliver our luggage and unpack our belongings while we dine,” Harry said. “Of course.” She nodded, handed us our keys and had us escorted up to our room. - - - Harry and I first talked about Montauk that April during a pre-show dinner at Barbetta’s, our favorite Italian restaurant, behind the Metropolitan Opera House. We were seated at our usual table under the great chandelier when he’d snapped his menu shut. He said he had a surprise for me, then told me we’d be spending the whole summer in Montauk—or rather I would. Harry would stay in the city during the week and take the new express train out to join me on the weekends. I resisted at first. We’d already agreed on three weeks in Providence, together, it was all planned and I’d been so looking forward to spending time with Harry, just the two of us, away from the hectic, overheated city and his busy work life. “Cancel it. We’ll try something new this year,” he’d said, taking a swig of his drink. “It will be good for us, Beatrice, a change, a fresh start. You said we needed that, remember?” He was right, of course. I had said that. He handed me a brochure and I looked at the illustration on the cover: The Montauk Manor was the focal point and pictured below it were men and women engaging in various leisurely activities: fishing, golf, archery, swimming, tennis, horseback riding. One man, or woman, I wasn’t quite sure, was in flight gear. They certainly made it seem that anything was possible. Far in the background a lighthouse stood proudly at the very tip of the island, surrounded by seagulls. “What will I do all summer long?” I’d asked. “Most women who summer at their vacation home have children to entertain and nannies to help them, and friends with children. What reason do I have to be in Montauk for twelve weeks?” “What reason do you have to be in the city?” His quick response felt sharp. Feelings of futility came gushing to the surface and I felt my cheeks burn red. “Well, I could work again,” I’d said, quietly, turning the stem of my glass, making small ripples in the cream-colored tablecloth. But Harry told me, once again, that it wasn’t appropriate for someone like me. “We’ve already discussed this, Beatrice. You’re not a college girl anymore, or a farm girl for that matter. You’re a Bordeaux now and you should be proud of that.” He reached over the table and placed his hand on mine. “And it’s my job to take care of you now, to support you; don’t rob me of that, sweetheart.” Something in me hesitated and I couldn’t quite tell why. I looked at the illustration again; everyone had a look of strange detachment, each person lost in his own world. Of course it would be a treat to summer all season long; who wouldn’t want that? But to be away from my husband four nights of the week left me uneasy. A tiny voice in my head told me it was a precarious situation, and suddenly that was the only voice I could hear. - - - We dined at the Manor’s seafood restaurant that first night in Montauk. The ceilings were high and the sound of laughter, chatter and clinking wineglasses mingled in the air and made me excited for our adventure ahead. “Harry, let’s explore the town tomorrow and maybe even take a boat out; wouldn’t that be fun?” “Not tomorrow, sweetheart, I’ve got archery, remember?” “Oh,” I sighed, and looked at the menu. Local fluke, striped bass, lobster. “You know, now that I think of it, I remember my brother mentioning the name Montauk years ago.” “Why would your brother have known anything about Montauk? It wasn’t even a destination to visit until a few years ago.” “I remember him telling me it was a little fishing town all the way out on the tip of Long Island and that he wanted to go there sometime to fish for bass.” I looked out the window; just the mention of him made my chest tighten. I focused on an elderly waiter putting all his effort into opening a window on the far side of the room that looked out into the night sky. I had the urge to get up and help him. Eventually he wrestled it open and I felt relieved by the cool, crisp ocean air on my bare arms. “Darling, I don’t know why you bring up the topic of your brother; you get upset every time,” Harry admonished. The next instant he started waving madly at a couple walking into the restaurant and insisted that they join us. “It’s Dr. and Mrs. Sanders,” he said in a whisper as they approached. “He knows a lot of people.” It was quite an ordeal for the restaurant manager and another waiter to move a table next to ours so we could sit together and I wasn’t entirely sure the other couple was as enthusiastic as Harry about the arrangement, but he was insistent. “So what do you think of this place?” Dr. Sanders asked once we were situated. “Pretty great, isn’t it?” “It looks lovely,” I said, “though we haven’t had a chance to take it all in yet; we just arrived.” “We summered here last year,” Mrs. Sanders said, touching my arm. “The swimming pool is beautiful—you’ll be spending a lot of time there, I’m sure, but wait until you see the beach and the boardwalk, it extends for more than half a mile along the ocean, oh, and the yacht club, it’s perfect, it really is, such a wonderful escape from the city.” “We’re so lucky,” I said. Harry lit a cigarette. “Have you put any money into this town yet, Doc?” “Not yet, but I’m considering. We have a few properties in Miami, so I don’t know if it makes sense to invest in all of Fisher’s schemes. But I heard you’re going in big—I’m impressed.” “With the way things are going,” Harry said in a hushed voice, “now’s the right time to buy in.” Dr. Sanders nodded. I tried to catch Harry’s eye so he’d let me in on what he was discussing, but he looked into his martini, swirled it, then gulped the rest of it down. Back in the bedroom I looked around, opened the drawers and the cupboards and marveled at the attention to detail. The hand-carved drawer pulls, the soft cotton bedsheets trimmed with lace. Harry sat on the end of the bed and untied his shoelaces. “I don’t want you to leave on Sunday,” I said. “I’m going to miss you.” Harry sighed. “Well, what if I get lonely?” I said. “Beatrice, you’ll be a mother one day and then you’ll have your hands full and you won’t have the luxury of time to lounge and relax.” I nodded, my expression turned serious. I was trying to remain hopeful that we would be blessed with a child sometime in the near future, but the same old fear and questioning about why it hadn’t happened yet came rushing back. The thought of being around all the women during the week with their children at the beach and the pool, teaching them to play tennis and build sandcastles, made me feel rather melancholy. Most likely I’d be the only one of childbearing age without a child to care for and everyone would be asking why I wasn’t in the family way. My stomach clenched and I suddenly found it hard to swallow. “But Harry, I’m not a mother yet.” “You’ll get in with the women. It’s good for business. You’ll make friendships here and then back in the city we’ll be invited to dinner parties where I’ll forge business relationships.” “I hardly think that my making friends will lead to any business,” I said. He shrugged. “It’s how my mother and father always worked, as a partnership, and it turned out pretty damn well.” The mention of his mother made me cringe a little—I had never really fit with the Bordeaux family and they knew that as well as I did. Of course we’d been to all the parties and we’d hosted lots of dinners and I’d done my best to play the part of the perfect companion, but the idea that Harry and I could be more than just a married couple was compelling, that I could somehow be beneficial to his business gave me a sense of purpose and direction, a feeling that had been hampered since we’d married. I twisted the band of my ring. “Say, Harry, what was that talk with Dr. Sanders about buying into Montauk, and now being the right time?” “Nothing for you to worry about.” “No, really, I’m interested. If you want me to be more involved with your business life then you must keep me informed.” He took off his jacket and unhooked his suspenders. “Look, Beatrice, I wasn’t going to tell you about this yet, not until I had more information, but there’re a few of us who are very seriously considering investing out here.” “Really? But you’ve barely even seen the place. Is that why you wanted to come here, for an investment?” “It’s the real thing, Beatrice. We could be sitting on a gold mine if we are smart about it.” “Who was the Fisher guy you mentioned?” “You met at the horse races last summer.” “I don’t recall.” “Sure you do. Dapper fellow, a bit of an oddball. Carl Fisher, an eccentric dresser. When War Admiral won the Triple Crown and we all stayed until the wee hours dancing on the grass.” “I remember the night, but I don’t recall meeting anyone named Carl Fisher.” “It doesn’t matter, but he’s the one who turned thousands of acres of unpopulated, unwanted mangrove swamp into Miami Beach. You couldn’t give that land away before he took an interest in it, and now his fortune is made.” I sat down on the bed next to him. “He convinced the entire East Coast that it was America’s greatest winter playground, and he was right. After Miami he set his sights on Montauk. Same thing, nothing was here, just a rural wilderness, cattle roaming the hills and a tiny fishing village.” “So he’s the one who put up all those posters around the city, Montauk in the Summer, Miami in the Winter; he wants wealthy New Yorkers to spend their money in both of his worlds,” I said. “Exactly. He brought his construction crew from Miami and built his dream—a yacht club, a bathing club, polo fields, a golf course, prime hunting, a ranch, and this place, the Manor, is his centerpiece, a two-hundred room castle by the sea.” I laughed. “I suppose it is.” “There are glass-enclosed tennis courts, a beach club and a fantastic swimming pool looking out on to the beach—you heard Mrs. Sanders rave about it.” “You don’t even swim,” I said, hearing it come out sharper than I’d intended. Harry stood up and went into the bathroom. “Fine, but you do.” “Darling, it sounds spectacular, I can’t wait to see it all and I am not disagreeing with you,” I called through the doorway, “but it doesn’t sound like there’s much to invest in if Mr. Fisher has done all this work already.” “Well, that’s the thing.” Harry leaned his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. “What’s the thing?” “He’s done all this work, well, a lot of it, but there’re still some things that are not finished. He’s designed and built up this glamorous, luxurious town and now he’s broke.” “Broke?” “Broke, broke, broke.” Harry hit the doorframe hard and loudly three times as he said it, grinning. He turned and I heard him spit into the sink; then he reemerged, suddenly perked up. “Remember that hurricane that hit Miami? It devastated the place and it needed a massive rebuild, which cost him an absolute fortune,” Harry said, grinning. “He’d already lost a lot of his money in stocks and he’d put the rest of his money into Montauk.” “So you and your friends will just swoop in and take over?” “Beatrice, don’t you see what I’m saying? He needs people like me to come in and save him so he doesn’t go under completely. We’re going to help him. And you, my darling, by staying out here for the summer and getting to know Montauk, you’ll be an asset to me. We could be spending a lot of time here in the future; it’s important to me that you like it.” He took my face in his hands and he kissed me. “I want you to be with me on this, Beatrice, in every way; can you do that for me?” It was the first time I’d heard him say something like that in years, not since we first kept steady company and he had big plans for us. “I can.” I smiled. Perhaps he was right; maybe Montauk would be good for us after all. Something about the way Harry spoke to me that first night in Montauk gave me hope. We’d been married for five years, but the last year or two had been difficult. I’d felt him pull away, distance himself from me, and I’d seen his eyes wander. But that night it was as if he wanted to come back to me fully, as if he wanted me to be an important part of his life again, for us to go back to the way we were when we first married, when it seemed that nothing mattered more than me and him. We were in love again. I felt this so strongly that I agreed to everything he proposed. I had his undivided attention for the first time in months and was sure something between us had changed. I slept in his arms that night and convinced myself we had turned a corner. I grasped at the possibility of a transformation, a shift, however small or insignificant, a new place for the summer, a new sense of partnership, something, anything different from our last year of marriage where I’d always felt he was just beyond my reach. A new beginning, I thought. I hoped. Read the full article

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