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so i'm readin various stuff on the xray cause this silly film is my current source of joy and
wait
hold up.
what...
WAHT ??? WHAT
XRAY CAST DESCRIPTION????
YEARS???
xrAY dESCRIPTION eXPLaIN!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN FLOYD WAS HELD CAPTIVE FOR YEARS, WHAT SECRET INFO DO U HAVE ACCESS TO???
#joey babbles#trolls band together#trolls floyd#I. don't know what to do with this random snippet#to be fair -#each description of the brozone bros expands a little bit further than the films do (ex. clay being a prankster) so is this. is this canon?#no? yes? half?#did velvet and veneer have him for years and only recently explode on the scene cause they got like. a big break?#some financial backing? a viral video? spotlight on spotify?#were they just experimenting with the best way to harvest a troll's core and only recently hit the jackpot method?#we never learn how the spritz bottle was made in the first place#my brain is bungled .#y. years....?
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you study abroad right? how has that been? i want to but im worried its going to be too hard to adjust to plus school
i do!! iâll give pros n cons though they might be specific
pros:
- iâm confident that iâm getting some of the best education i could be, which even though iâm from new york where there r many college options i still feel that it wouldâve been settling to stay at home. to me itâs worth being there for the school
- i do like having the opportunity to immerse myself in another language as someone interested in linguistics!
- for italy specifically, food, art, architecture, pre-capitalist city planning which i feel is moreâŠ.human-centric?
- since my school is in english, i have meet ppl from allll around the world. my class was originally 16 ppl and we were from 10 different countries across 5 continents. of the friends iâve made there, one is chinese from hungary, one is from portugal, one is from india, one is from zimbabwe, and two are other usamericans.
- the cost isnât great since itâs a private school, but iâm still paying less than i could have been in the US, n godwilling i will not graduate w student debt
- europe has trains so i can go places so easily
- night-out bar and club culture that i wouldnât have access to yet in the US w/out a fake, but which i feel is crucial to the college experience lol. will treasure memories dancing to live music at the cuban bar, drinking spritzes on the river, bringing bottles of prosecco to house parties
cons:
- paperwork is so annoying ESPECIALLY because italian bureaucracy is ill-managed. BUT americans have such a passport privelege, my old roommate from iran couldnt come to school for months bc of her visa
- apts are still expensive i general, especially in places like florence w a high tourist appeal bc they are also airbnb infected, which has totally jacked up rent rates. right now iâm blessedly paying what i would definitely call reduced rent because a rich friend of a friend of a friend had an old apartment that sheâs renting to me for far less than market price. but without knowing people from the area already apt hunting is hell.
- itâs not entirely a con, but def a learning curve around communication, because european profs are often excitable or brusque or sometimes even cruel in my experience in a way that wouldnât fly so much in american colleges (though part of that is the fashion element imo.) it was hard for many americans to adapt to this sort of criticism
- i am definitely more conscious of my blackness in italy, ppl are more ignorant about black people (though imo not actually more hateful.) but ppl are also so amazed by my hair which is nice sometimes lolâŠ..american whites will like never compliment black hair cos theyre scared. but yeah white ppl in europe dont have much of a faux pas developed against certain racism yet
- i do miss my family when iâm thereâ though now i miss my friends when iâm not there! and the time zone diff >_<
- it is very easy to be lonely, esp. at first. at fashion school iâm not really around âmy typeâ of people, which means i feel really isolated even around the other americans. they just donât know how to make heads or tails of me i suppose. but then, if i really think of it, that might just be a con of being weird in general. my usual odds of finding someone i really gel with are about 1/500, so that puny statistic decreases even further when most ppl around me donât speak english as a first language.
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Punishments
Part One
Summary: Some agnst as been building in Reader. Tonight it explodes.
Note: The last bit I posted with Punishments was the inspiration for this. It turned into something different. In this I want to show how reader can be strong and still in touch with her emotions while being with Roman! Very angsty at parts.
Eyeing your reflection, turning you let your dress twirl. It made you smile. You wanted to look good. Tonight, you were not going to just be his good girl. You were so tired of just sitting there waiting and hoping Roman would come over. Lately, you had jot even been able to sit with him when he had a meeting. They were scattered around the club.
He had barely sat with you this week and even less last week. You had grown tired of this new wave of negotiations and deals he was making. You understood why he needed them. You also knew how great they were for his slice of Gotham.
Sitting alone at his table made you just feel like an accessory. Youâd sit there and grow tired hoping, heâd come over for a brief word or look. Otherwise, no one ever approached you except the waiters to take the occasional order. You had not agreed to be his girl to be just bought off with presents and rolling around in bed.
When the two you were alone, sure he would share his victories. You were very proud of him. You knew, he was of your victories too.
So tonight, you had decided to make plans tonight with your friends. A few brought their boyfriends. You could only hope, Roman would come over and join you all. That you knew was hoping for too much.
You smoothed your stockings a final time before slipped into your heels. As a final touch, you spritzed on some perfume got you when he went to Europe to seal some overseas deals.
Once in the club for a moment, you faltered. Your friends had literally sat at the table next to his usual one, thankfully he wasnât at it. After some hugs and squeals of delight you sat down with them.
You kept an eye out for Roman and Zsasz but didnât spot either of them. Soon, the waitress came taking everyoneâs orders. She also slipped you a note. Smiling you took it.
You opened it and some of your friends giggled.
Am I not having my lovely girl at my side tonight? Was all it said in Romanâs usual script. Looking around you didnât spot him anywhere.
âUh oh, someone got a love-note from Mr. Crime Lord.â You shot that one friend a look but everyone, lost themselves in giggles. You could only sigh.
âHe was just wishing us a good night.â Folding, the note tucked it away in your purse.
âWill the famous Sionis, be joining us tonight?â
You shrugged and smiled. âMaybe?â You were relieved your words didnât come out as a squeak. âHeâs been very busy.â
âRight. Says the next star on the Rogue Wives of Gotham.ïżœïżœ More giggles bubbled around you.
âLook, guys if I wanted to be the butt of jokes I would have hung out with the staff.â You sighed.
One spoke up. âThe staff? You have staff now.â
More laughter, came from a few of them.
âHey guys, come on. Letâs cut her some slack.â Your friend wrapped James wrapped an arm around you and gave you a squeeze. âTheyâre only jealous.â He whispered in your ear.
You nodded and smiled. âThank you.â
âDidnât we come here to have fun. Like dancing and drinking? I only see bad, corny jokes that could have come from a high schooler. So whoâs dancing?â He suggested.
When they were distracted them, you snuck away. This was going to be tougher then you thought.
Honestly, at this point you barely into what was supposed to be your night and you couldnât decide if this night out was worth it. You should have just faked a headache or something. But looking around, you couldnât spot Roman anywhere.
Searching out the private ladies-room with a sigh, you went to freshen up. You were relieved no one was there. Only a few female guests that came to the club knew of this exclusive bathroom. With a fluff of your hair after a few moments, you walked out.
Moments later, you found yourself being snatched away. They were so fast, you couldnât scream. But you felt the familiar feel of a gloved hand sliding over your mouth.
A dark snicker, filled your ear as he carried you to a shadowy hallway. Stopped when he reached the large mirror at the end of it. Despite the annoyance that prickled at you, seeing how the two of you looked, was incredibly erotic.
âLook at us baby.â His breath was warm on your throat.
He had managed to envelop you with himself; from the feel of his solid warmth and the scent of his aftershave caused a knot of desire grow in the pit of your stomach.
You watched in the mirror as his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes glinting behind you. It was almost too much. The longer he held you, the harder your heart began to beat and the more you wanted him. âMy pretty girl.â He added close to our ear, then pressed a kiss on your jaw. You shivered in delight but then you were reminded of how upset you were and you managed to wiggle free.
You turned to face him. âWhat the hell was that all about?â
He threw his head back and laughed.
âRoman.â You tapped your foot.
As he tilted his head back the mirth dimmed till it disappeared from his eyes. âI could say the same thing about you.â
âWhat do you mean?â You crossed your arms in front of you.
âI wanted my girl would be at my side but she isnât.â
âYou have barely sat with me all week. I decided to have a night with my friends.â
âThatâs great, Iâm happy you have but you should have told me.â He pressed his lips together. âI would have canceled my meetings and perhaps let them see how charming,â He shrugged, continuing. âof a boyfriend I can be.â
âMake it happen.â You challenged, you ran your hands up his soft suit-jacket. You saw him waver where he stood. The longer it took him to answer you, the longer it hurt. âDonât you want to make your baby happy?â You lightly pouted.
âI canât just drop things. You know damn well, I have been meeting with some very bigger players this week. And I am tonight.â
âGreat! Expand your territory or go meet them at the docks. See if I care.â Shit you almost immediately thought, you had not meant that, you immediately stepped back and looked down. âI I...I...â You tried to find the right words, you really did care. But you were very hurt and angry. You didnât know how to tell him.
He slammed a hand on the mirror beside you, making you jump. âWhat did you fucking just say to me?â
âRoman, do you know how many times I felt like you could care less about me? Tonight, I wanted to feel needed, I wanted to be with some friends and be silly.â You pleaded, your emotions speaking. Your eyes met his, you shrank against the cool of the mirror as you saw blue flames.
âFine go to those fucking friends who enjoy the perks of being with you or the ones I allow them to have.â He growled, leaning in you could feel his breath once again. His anger came off him in waves.
You had never been this mouthy. You felt sick with worry. âRomy,â You tried to soften things. Had you finally pushed Roman too far, you almost began to cry right there.
âMaybe you should take those ungrateful jerks to another club. I donât know if I want them taking a table up in my establishment.â
You looked away, then pleading with your eyes, you met his fiery ones. Did he want you to leave too, you wondered. Your stomach was churning and before you knew what you were saying, everything you had been bottling up just came out. âIâve grown tired of all the kisses on the cheek or the hand shakes while I sit there and you ignore me.â You cried.
âI am not ignoring you. It takes everything in me to not focus on you.â He rasped. âI only want my lips on you, damn it.â
âCertainly doesnât feel like that to me.â Taking a breath, not sure if it would make you sick, but you spat the rest out. âLearn to not have me there tonight.â You finally said it so he wouldnât have to. And you walked away.
âI will.â He barked. âGet out of my sight.â
You walked away but blinking you looked back, had he really just said that. Tears filled your eyes. You hurt so bad, you wanted to run to him, tell him how hurt you were; to say you were sorry. How you desperately wanted him to wrap you in his arms but he was gone.
You went up to the bar, you held up two fingers. âTwo shots, Charlie. Please.â You ordered.
âOf what?â
âRomanâs favorite.â You desperately wanted to feel close to him.
He smiled. âComing up.â Soon, he slid them in front of you.
You almost coughed up the first shot but you swallowed it down. You would never understand how he drank it. The second shot, was smoother and cut some of the ill feelings that churned in your stomach.
After, some looks from your friends which you ignored; you sat with them. Sipping at your drink that had been waiting for you, you tried to loose yourself into the conversations. You wrung your hands under the table. You debated, whether you should suggest leaving. But how could you do that.
âIs there any room for this club owner?â He chuckled. âOr should we grab a table in the VIP lounge?â
You looked up startled, there was Roman smiling that easy smile that always made you melt. At that moment, you felt like you could crumble right there. Some of your friends chuckled.
âOf course thereâs room. Let, Y/N sit next to her man.â One said, you slid in so he could come to sit beside you.
A hush, came over the table as he sat down beside you, he placed his martini close to your empty glass. He gestured to the air and a waitress appeared.
His fingers, gently grazed your glass. He rose his eyebrows as he looked at you. âWant another?â
You nodded. âYes, please.â
He smiled broadly as he looked at your friends. âYou heard her. And bring us a bottle of champagne along with some glasses.â
Some of your friends tried to politely discourage him but you already knew that it would be at the table shortly.
âDonât be silly. We all deserve something special.â He smiled broadly.
Conversations picked up once, it even flowed. You rested your hand on your thigh, so it would not shake. You kept on trying to catch Romanâs eye yet you noticed that he avoided it. Right as you thought, you could cry all over again you felt as Romanâs gloved hand slide over yours. He squeezed your hand, it made you relax.
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The rest of the night had gone well. Everyone seemed happy. As you all soon stood and chatted before saying night, Roman had wrapped an arm around your middle. He held up his martini glass. âIt has been great spending tonight with all of you.â He smiled broadly at your friends and finished his good bye to your friends before he nuzzled you.
âMeet me at the elevator.â Roman hissed in your ear, before pressing a kiss on your cheek. You shivered but nodded.
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Little Red Riding Hood - Pt. 1
For my O.G. nonny who requested Lilâ Red, Iâve revamped it slightly and if you guys like this, Iâll bring back the remaining chapters and finish this one out. Enjoy and watch out for a wolf in sheepâs clothing. đșđ
âJackie, get the fuck in here!â
Nikolai was always an asshole, but he was in an especially shitty mood. He didnât like waiting and I had made him wait with Jackie at the trap house for over an hour. I misplaced my car keys and had to toss my whole apartment for them before I left. I was stuck in bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic before I finally got there.
They thought I was backing out and were arguing loudly when I knocked on the door. First, there was silence as Nikolai checked me out through the peephole. Then, the sound of the deadbolts unlocking and the chain coming off the door. The door opened abruptly and I was greeted with a shiny, special edition glock to the temple and forced into the kitchen.
Nikolai yanked Jackie by her skinny ass arm and pushed her down into the chair next to me. âYou have thirty minutes to learn how to swallow this shit and then get it all down, Red. Iâm not fucking around. You donât want to fuck this up.â He slammed down a bottle of vegetable oil, an industrial size box of condoms and about 100 packets of heroin stacked high on a plate.
âNik, what the fuck! That wasnât the agreement. Iâm not swallowing that shit,â I yelled out and backed away from the table. âWhat the fuck do you mean that wasnât part of the agreement?!â Nikolai was waving the glock around and sweating profusely. âSheâs taking the shoes, babe. I toooold you Lanaâs doing the balloons! Youâre such a fucking tool.â
Jackie was in the middle of laughing when Nikolai backhanded her across the face. Her lip was bleeding, but she just sniffled and wiped at the blood with her sleeve. She was still laughing a little. I couldnât stop looking at her track marks.
âFuckâŠrightâŠumâŠcome here, Red I donât have all day here,â Nikolai said impatiently as he walked over to the closet. He pulled out a pair of black, Gucci wedges. âThereâs 50 packets worth of H inside of each shoe. Well, not so much inside as theyâre part of the fuckinâ fabric. My guys liquefy it and shit.â Nikolai stepped back smiling. He was proud of himself. The shoe method of drug running had worked everytime.
âSo donât be fucking around with these shoes on, theyâre delicate. Take the plane into Gotham International then go to down to the East River Pier. Falcone will send a guy to come and pick you up at the airport and take you to the yacht and thatâs where you make the drop. Iâm giving you $2K up front and you get the other $7K when you finish the deal.â
I pulled off my Prada flats, put on the wedges and shoved the money Nikolai gave me into my tote. â$10K, Nikolai. Theyâre supposed to give me $10K altogether. So maybe youâre supposed to give me $3K?â I stood there with my hand out. Nik rolled his eyes and peeled off another $500 and shoved it into my hand. âTough shit. That hour you made me wait cost $500, bitch.â
âFuck Nik, I need that money!â I screamed out. I needed that money badly. I was a high-end shopping addict with a penchant for prescription pills and liquor. I owed money to a grimy loan shark and was late by three weeks on the vig. I was holding him off with heady flirtatiousness but he was becoming increasingly inpatient. He threatened to slice my face with a razor the last time I walked out of my apartment.
âTake the shoes and get to the fucking airport Red.â
ââ-
I waited on the packed TSA line behind a mom and her two kids and prayed for no drug sniffing dogs. I had my docs ready and handed them over to the TSA officer. âScarlett Agnelli.â He said my name like he was reading a weird recipe he googled on the internet. It was strange hearing my government name. Everyone I knew called me Red. He looked me up and down. I smiled a toothy grin and he gave me a wink. âHave a nice flight, beautiful. Take care of yourself.â I never have any trouble with men. At least at first. They all pretty much high tail it when they discover Iâm a lunatic.
I waltzed my way through TSA without ringing any alarm bells and even had time to visit the M.A.C. store before boarding the plane. At least Nikolai sprung for first class this time. I ordered a glass of white wine, swiped on a bit of red lipstick, spritzed myself with perfume and threw on my red cape. It always got cold on the plane and I wanted to snuggle up for a nap.
I woke up and we were throttling into Gotham International. The snow was starting to fall over Gotham making it look like the inside of a snow globe. I turned on my phone and sent out a text to Nikolai to let him know I landed. I freshened up with a little Evian spray and combed out my long brown locks. I grabbed my carry-on and set out to meet whatever goon was sent to get me.
I stood outside on the arrivals platform looking around. Gotham was beautiful at night and even though it was cold, I didnât mind waiting. I pulled the hood of the cape over my head so my hair wouldnât get damp with snow. Pretty soon Iâd be collecting my money and be snuggled up at whatever boutique hotel they put me up at. I was already thinking about the mini-bar and room service.
A low voice woke me up from my thoughts. âHey there, little red riding hood. Iâve been waiting for a sweet thing like you all night.â I looked up to see a very pale man with slicked back green hair and cool blue eyes. I gave him a once over. He was dressed in a white button down shirt and black trousers. His shoes were expensive as was his watch. His extended hand was covered in gold rings. His look was a little strange, but I decided he was suitable to drive me.
Falcone must have sent one of his made men. I guess he stepped up his game because of the amount of H in these shoes.
I shoved my carry on toward him. âIs this going to fit in there?â I motioned over to the purple Lamborghini by pointing at it with my mouth, my chin coming up slightly and my lips pursing. He started laughing uncontrollably. His laugh chilled me to my core but I couldnât help but be curious. I decided then and there that I was up for a little adventure. He couldnât touch me with all this H on me anyway.
âWhatâs your name, sweetheart?â He grabbed the bag from me and our fingers touched. I felt an immediate spark of heat. âScarlett, but call me Red, everyone does.â He rolled his head to the side and snarled. âRed. I like that.â He drove like a maniac, peeling out, not stopping at traffic lights, blowing stop signs and generally being a nut case.
âHey, what the fuck are you doing? Hello? Precious cargo over here. Do I have to remind you that Iâve got the product on me? Youâre attracting unwanted attention. Falcone is going to slice your balls off if we get pinched, sweetie.â This got his attention. âFalcone?â He asked in a soft purr. âYes honey, your boss. Whatâs your name anyway?â He grinned a wide smile and I could see his metallic teeth.
Fuck. Falcone has some seriously scary people on the payroll. Heâs pretty hot too but heâs about as sharp as a spoon.
âCall me, Mister J.â I took my phone out and started getting driving directions to the pier area. âOk, Mister J. Where are we staying tonight? I need to rest so we can make this drop bright and early tomorrow at the pier. Listen, Iâm looking for 5-star but I can do 4-star if Nikolai forgot to make the reservation.â He leaned towards me with a wink. âI know just the place, doll.â His eyes were undressing me. It was nothing that I hadnât experienced before but this felt different. I found myself flushed and hot. âCan we roll the windows down in here?â
âSure Red, anything for you.â J smiled and put his hand up to my cheek. The coolness against the warmth building there was explosive. We parked outside the hotel and I tried to get myself together. âDid you bring the other shoes for me?â I asked curiously. âShoes?â J had opened the car door and was standing over me. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, allowing me to admire and the tattoos that peaked out from underneath. Suddenly he snapped his fingers.
âStay with me, kitten, you were saying something about shoes.â J grinned at me again and I had to look away to keep from melting. âYeah, I canât keep wearing these. Iâm wearing the H you know?â He knelt down and started taking the shoes off of me. He slipped them into my tote bag and left my stocking covered feet shoeless.
âIâll carry you.â Jâs eyes were burning through me. I was slick between the legs and my breasts were swelling beneath my blouse. I was so enthralled by his gaze that I didnât hear the texts buzzing in from Nikolai telling me that Falconeâs guy was at the airport and where the fuck was I because he was still looking for me.
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Felassan/f!Lavellan smut: Caught
Chapter 19 of The Love That Grows From Violence (post-Trespasser Felassan x Tamaris Lavellan) is posted!
In which... well, the title says it. But also, a Dorian cameo!
~7000 words. Read on AO3 instead.
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Tamaris plopped down on her bed and started setting up to write her letters. She was still dearly hoping that Felassan would join her sooner than later, but she had to find some way to occupy her mind until he was finished with his task, or sheâd drive herself crazy.Â
She placed a piece of parchment on the large tome sheâd brought upstairs to use as a writing surface. Sheâd written to Cassandra already a few days ago, so Cassandra didnât need another update yet. Sheâd write to Thom instead and leave it to Varricâs ravens to figure out where he might be now, and then sheâd write to Bull and to Istimaethoriel and the clan.Â
She opened her bottle of ink and dipped a quill in it, but before she could start writing, she remembered that sheâd meant to call Dorian to apologize for storming off to the roof the last time heâd called.Â
Fuck, she thought. She put the ink and quill on the bedside table, then went over to the dresser and grabbed the sending crystal.
She rubbed her thumb over the surface, and the crystal pulsed with a gentle purple light as she waited for him to answer. A few seconds later, Dorianâs voice floated up from the crystalâs face.
âWell well, if it isnât Tamaris of Clan Lavellan,â he drawled. âThedasâs most unmannerly ex-Inquisitorââ
She rolled her eyes. âLook, do you want me to apologize or not?â
âOh, excellent,â he said brightly. âLet me just fetch a glass of wine.â
She tsked. âIâm sorry, all right? IâŠâ She sighed. âThings kind of hit a sore point, but I shouldnât have just left you hanging. Iâm sorry.â
âHm,â Dorian said.
She sighed again. âAnd I shouldâve called sooner to apologize for leaving you hanging. Okay? Are you finished pouting now?â
Dorian chuckled. âI suppose itâll do. Your apologies are always so charmingly rude.â
She scoffed at this. âYou sound like Felassan.â
âI shall take that as a compliment,â Dorian said. âHow is he?â
âWhy?â Tamaris said pointedly. âEager to hear from your new best friend, are you?â
Dorian laughed. âThat must mean the sending crystals arrived. I hope theyâre of use to him. And no, Tamaris, giving sending crystals to Felassan does not mean I love you any less.â
She grunted, then relented. âSeriously though, thank you for sending those to him. Heâs really pleased about it. He⊠I think he might have found a use for them.â
âOh?â Dorian said curiously.
Tamaris got up from her bed and went to close the door before replying. âI just told him yesterday that Solas took the eluvians from Briala,â she admitted. âI think heâs got an idea to help her relating to your crystals being precursors to eluvians, but I donât really know.â
âYou didnât ask?â Dorian said.
âHeâs busy with something else right now,â she said.
âWell, tell him Iâd like to know what he comes up with,â Dorian said. âIt would be nice to hear about a project thatâs magical in nature instead of political.â
âI bet,â she said sympathetically. Then she realized she hadnât asked him about the political situation in Tevinter the last time theyâd talked. âFuck, I shouldâve asked. How are you and Maevaris doing there? The Lucerni are shaping up?â
âOh, theyâre doing very well,â Dorian said airily. âLearning their manners, using their knives and forks in the correct hands and all. Iâm far more interested in hearing more from you.â
âAbout what?â
âAbout Felassan,â Dorian said, in a tone that clearly translated to âobviouslyâ. âNow that weâre chatting on our own, Iâd appreciate some more details.â
âI thought I never gave any interesting details,â she said snidely.
âItâs not too late to start.â
She scoffed and didnât speak, but in truth, she wasnât sure where sheâd even begin to explain to Dorian about Felassan. Would it even make sense to him to describe how much Felassan mattered to her when sheâd only known him for a few weeks?
Dorian spoke again, and his tone was softer. âI quite like him, you know. That was a rather telling conversation to be a part of.â
âHow so?â she asked.
âHe has many sides,â Dorian said. âThat issue with the Dalish clanâŠâ He paused for a moment, and his voice carried no levity when he spoke again. âThat was undeniably chilling. I understand why you were angry.â
âYeah,â she said softly.Â
âAnd yetâŠâ Dorian paused again, and Tamaris could easily picture him stroking his mustache in thought. âYouâve been in the house together for how long now?â
âJust about a month,â she said.
âHm,â Dorian said pensively.
She lifted an eyebrow. âWhat are you thinking?âÂ
âItâs⊠interesting,â Dorian said slowly. âSuch a short time⊠but I think he knows you better than Solas did. Possibly better than I do.â
Her gut jolted at this. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhen you got angry and left our conversation, Varric and I counselled Felassan to let you have some time alone,â Dorian said. âWe told him you prefer to work through it on your own when something bothers you. He refused. He said he wasnât going to let you sit alone with this because⊠venhedis, what were the words he used? Something like the brightest flames deserving a gentle hand to stoke them so they donât burn themselves out. Something like that.â
She stared at the crystal with a ringing of disbelief in her head. Felassan had said that to Dorian and Varric? The brightest flames deserving a gentle hand⊠Heâd said that about her? It certainly sounded like something heâd say. But to say something that tender about her to her friends â to Dorian, whom he didnât even knowâŠÂ
She swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat. Then Dorian spoke again, and his voice was a little bit tentative. âIt⊠made me think, actually. That perhaps we were⊠remiss by not pushing you harder to talk to us after everything happened.â
She cleared her throat. âNo, itâs⊠itâs not your fault,â she said gruffly. âI wasâŠâ Gods, sheâd been so angry for so long, and sheâd become inaccessible in so many ways. It was only now with Felassanâs gentle hands building her up that she could see how much sheâd shut herself away.Â
âI was fucked up, Dorian,â she said. âI wasnât letting anyone in. Itâs not your fault.â
âNo,â Dorian said, and Tamaris raised her eyebrows at the vehemence in his tone. âI stopped trying,â he said. âI⊠I think perhaps we were⊠scared of your intensity. You can be quite terrifying, you know.â
She huffed despite the lump in her throat. âThanks, I guess.â
He chuckled, but his tone was somber when he spoke again. âWe gave up trying to⊠to bring you out of your shell. And for that, I am truly sorry. And I am very glad that Felassan seems to have found a way through your shell.â His voice warmed with humour once more. âHeâs quite something, isnât he? I might have a bit of a crush. That voice of his is like a golden trap.â
Tamaris barked out a laugh. âYeah. He caught me pretty fucking thoroughly.â
The playful words left her mouth and hung in the air between herself and Dorian, like a spritz of perfume that neither of them had expected.Â
âAnd she shares details after all,â Dorian said gently. âI knew you had it in you.â
She didnât reply. She just sat frozen on her bed as her own words rolled through her mind: he caught me thoroughly. All of a sudden, it was like something inside of her had crumbled, breaking apart in her chest and showing what sheâd been so reluctant to see all this time.Â
She could see it now though, in complete crystal clarity, almost like looking through an eluvianâs activated depths: how special Felassan was, how important he was, the possessiveness she felt for him. The desire that continued to ripen between them every day, and the laughter they shared over the stupidest jokes and teases.Â
Felassan was everything sheâd been terrified of letting in for the past few years, and without quite meaning to, sheâd summarized her feelings for him in just a few unfiltered words to Dorian: he caught me thoroughly. Sheâd tried to hide from him and sheâd tried to run, and sheâd tried to keep him away from her most damaged parts like sheâd done to everyone else. And still heâd caught her â not because he was a trap like Dorianâs joke suggested, but because he was wide open.
Felassan was a warm and open smile and wide-open arms. Tamaris had stumbled clumsily toward those wide-open arms, and Felassan had caught her.Â
Dorianâs voice jolted her from her jittery reverie. âAre you still there?âÂ
âYeah,â she said huskily. âIâm⊠Iâm still here.â
âDo you have to go?â he said.
His voice was warm and understanding, and she could easily picture the curl of his smile beneath his mustache. âYeah,â she said. âIâll, um⊠Iâll call you in a couple days.â
âThereâs no rush,â Dorian said. âIâm very busy and important, so I might not have time for you for a while.âÂ
She huffed in amusement, and Dorian chuckled. âGoodnight, Tamaris.â
âGoodnight,â she said. âAnd⊠thanks, lethallin.â
âYouâre welcome, my friend,â he said. Then the sending crystal went dim.
Tamaris set it gently on the bedside table. She picked up the quill and ink, then just sat there on her bed holding them and not doing anything.Â
He caught me, she thought. It still stunned her how aptly the words described her feelings for Felassan. When theyâd first met, sheâd been stuck in a sort of freefall of bitterness and self-isolation, barely veiled by the alcohol sheâd taken to drinking every night. But Felassan tolerated her moods and her snappishness, and heâd made her laugh and helped her quit the booze. And more quickly than sheâd ever imagined possible, sheâd slipped into a different sort of freefall altogether â one that was more tempting and terrifying than any bottle of liquor could ever be.Â
Sheâd started falling for Felassan. And no matter how much she resisted it, no matter how much she tried to keep him at bay and to shield her unhealed wounds from him, heâd stood there patiently with his cheeky jokes and his warm amethyst eyes and his wide-open arms.Â
Tamaris had fallen for Felassan, and with his infinite patience and care, he had caught her.Â
She didnât know how long she sat there on the bed holding her ink and quill and thinking about him. But when he finally knocked on her bedroom door, she hadnât written a single word.
As always, he stepped into her room without waiting for a response. His face was wreathed in a cheeky smile, and her blood thrilled at the sight of him, but she forced herself to give him the annoyed look that she knew he expected.
âWhy do you bother knocking when youâre just going to walk right in anyway?â she asked.
âBecause I have excellent manners,â he said. âKnocking is polite.â
âWalking right in is rude,â she pointed out.
âMy manners are selective,â he said airily. âSometimes a little rudeness is exactly whatâs called for.â He sauntered over to the bed and gestured at it. âMay I?â
She wrinkled her nose. âSince when do you ask for permission to lie on my bed?â
âSince the bed is already occupied,â he said. He eyed the blank parchment that was scattered on the bed. âYou got far with your letter-writing, I see.â
His smile was teasing, and Tamaris desperately would have liked to make a clever retort, but the conversation with Dorian was still too fresh and thrilling in her mind. âI was talking to Dorian,â she said, and she started clearing her belongings from the bed to make space for him.
âAh,â Felassan said. âHow is my new best friend?â He lay down beside her and tucked his arms behind his head.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. âThe two of you are ridiculous. Fucking thick as thieves after one single conversation.â
He smirked. âWhat can I say? It was a good conversation.â
âSo I heard,â Tamaris said.
He looked at her. âDid you, now?â
She tucked a curl of hair behind her ear. âUm, yeah.â
âWhat did you hear?â he said.
His tone was light and casual, but his face was warm and expectant and open, and⊠gods, Tamaris had fallen hard for him, and she couldnât believe sheâd resisted for so long.
She gazed at him in silence for a moment. Then, carefully, she shifted closer to him and straddled his hips.
His lips curled in a tiny smile, but his soft and expectant eyes never left her face. Tamaris swallowed hard, and without looking away from his precious handsome face, she peeled her sleeveless tunic over her head.Â
She cast her tunic to the floor, then dropped her gaze to her hands as she unbuttoned the front clasps of her bra. She dropped her bra on the floor, then deftly unstrapped her left arm and placed it on the floor as well. And only then, when she was bared to Felassanâs gaze from the waist up, did she met his eye again.Â
He was watching her intensely. His eyes were wide and hungry as they tracked over her breasts and the planes of her bare belly, and she could feel the hardening of his cock beneath her as his greedy gaze took her in. But his arms were still folded behind his head, and he was making no move to touch her.Â
When his eyes finally returned to her face, her heart thumped. His eyes were glowing faintly, lit warmly from within by magic and desire. But what really stole her breath was the tenderness in his face.
A pang of nerves shot through her belly. It was a good pang, though â a pang that reminded her in no uncertain terms that she was not alone in this. She was not alone in the roiling storm of desire between them, desire that was thickened and deepened by the obvious emotion that they both shared.Â
But Felassan lay quiet and still with his arms tucked behind his head. As the seconds ticked by and her heart thudded in her ears, she realized what he was waiting for â what heâd been waiting for this morning, and what heâd been waiting for all along, ever since the morning after their first time.Â
He was waiting for her. He was waiting for her to act, to speak â to tell him in no uncertain terms that this was what she wanted.Â
Tamaris took a deep breath. And finally, after weeks of keeping the words trapped at the back of her tongue, she let them loose.
âI want you,â she said.Â
A beautiful smile lit his face, but his words were serious. âAre you sure?â
Tamaris rested her right hand on his abs and tilted her hips forward. She rubbed herself slowly against the bulge between his legs, and his smile slipped into a look of want.Â
âIâm sure,â she said firmly. âI want you, Felassan. Iâm ready.â
He exhaled slowly and smiled once more. âGood,â he said softly. Then, finally, he reached for her with one hand.
Her breath hitched as his fingers approached her. He placed his palm flat on her body, his fingers brushing her sternum as his thumb traced the underside of her breast, and Tamaris stopped breathing.Â
Slowly and delicately, he trailed his fingers down her sternum toward her navel, and a bloom of heated anticipation burst to life between her legs at the nearness of his fingers to her groin. But his hand was slowly moving back up, his palm breezing very gently over her skin, and then he was trailing his fingertips beneath her breasts, stroking the curves of her body as though he was storing their shape in his fingertips for later.
Tamaris arched helplessly toward his teasing hand. He continued his slow and careful perusal of her skin, skimming his knuckles over the taut planes of her belly and brushing his fingers over her collarbones, and all the while he was avoiding her nipples, brushing his thumb and his knuckles around them but never over their hardened little peaks.
Within the space of a minute, Tamaris was panting and rocking her hips, and the buzzing of unfulfilled desire in her nipples was almost more than she could bear. When Felassan lowered his hand from her chest, she arched her spine and moaned.
âPlease,â she begged. âFelassan, touch me!â
A smile lit his face. He carefully sat up on his elbows, then pushed himself upright without shifting her off of his lap, and Tamaris grabbed his shoulder for balance; they were face-to-face now, and his one arm was encircling her waist. He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, and her excitement ratcheted up as she anticipated his kissâ
âLean back,â he murmured against her lips. âLet me touch you.â
She immediately leaned back, keeping her one hand on his shoulder for support. Then Felassan dipped his head low and licked her nipple.Â
A bolt of lust shot through her body straight down to her groin. She gasped and arched toward his mouth, but he kept his touch teasing and light, running his tongue over her nipple with smooth long strokes before pulling very lightly at the peak with his lips.Â
Tamaris twisted desperately on his lap, but his arm was too tight around her waist, and Felassan didnât relent; he continued to torture her nipple with little flicks of the tongue and tugs of his lips, and when he moved on to treat her other nipple with the same glorious and terrible attention, she actually sobbed.Â
âYou fucking tease,â she whined.
He lifted his mouth and grinned. âIâm not teasing. Iâm simply savouring. The memory of your nipples in my mouth has been keeping me up at night for weeks.âÂ
âSo suck on them already!â she burst out.
He laughed wickedly. âWhy would I do that when I could have you squirming on my lap like this?â He dropped his head once more and brushed his cheek over the peak of her breast, and she let out a strained little moan.
âFelassanâŠâ She tried to tilt her hips down to press against the bulge of his cock. Maybe if she riled him up, she could goad him into touching her more firmly. But as she twisted in the muscular grip of his arm, she realized something: he was holding her in such a way that she couldnât rub herself against him.
âWhy are you torturing me like this?â she demanded.
âBecause I know you like it,â he replied.
She let out a breathy laugh. âYou are such a smug asshole.â
âAnd you burn much more brightly when I stoke you in just the right way,â he murmured.
She darted a look at him, and her heart squeezed. Despite the salacious undertone of his words, his eyes were tender and warm.
In this moment, she realized that he knew what she and Dorian had been talking about. Felassan knew that Dorian had told her what heâd said after sheâd walked away.Â
But he didnât know all of it. He didnât know what she had told to Dorian in turn: that she had fallen hard for Felassan, and that she was so incredibly grateful to be caught.
She clasped his neck in her hand and kissed him. His lips parted for her, and she nipped his lips and stroked his tongue with hers as passionately as she could in the desperate hope that her kiss would tell him what she wanted him to know, but still wasnât quite brave enough to say.
She gently suckled his lower lip, and he let out the most beautiful growly groan. Then his hand was curving along the side of her neck, his fingers sliding into her hair, and when he pulled her head back to kiss her throat, she mewled and twisted her hips again, to no avail.Â
âFelassan, please,â she whined. He was leaving a trail of tiny open-mouthed kisses along the taut line of her neck and down, and the closer his lips got to her breast, the more she became convinced that she was going to explode before he even really touched her.Â
He hummed against her collarbone, then suddenly took her nipple in his mouth and suckled hard, and she cried out in surprise and clasped his neck to hold him close. He pulled her nipple deeply into his mouth like he was trying to draw all of the pleasure in her body toward the perfect hard pressure of his lips, and just when Tamaris was starting to feel some relief, he released her.Â
She dug her nails into his neck. âFelassan, just â fuck me!â she blurted.
He burst out a little laugh, then suddenly rolled her over. The next thing she knew, she was sprawled on her back beneath him.Â
He placed a tiny teasing kiss on her breast. âYouâre so impatient. But Iâm not sure youâre ready.â
She laughed giddily and lifted her hips toward him. âThis again? Youâre so fucking mean.â
He tutted and rolled her nipple between his fingers. âDonât slander me. Iâm not mean; Iâm extremely nice. In fact, I am so nice that I shall check to make sure youâre ready for me.â He sat back on his knees and started unlacing her breeches, and she panted and twisted her hips restlessly until her breeches were undone. By the time his deft fingers were finally pulling her breeches and smallclothes down, her smalls were so wet that they clung to her for a moment before finally peeling away.
Felassan let out a slow and breathy groan, then reached down and ran his palm over his bulging groin. Satisfied by his reaction, Tamaris lifted her hips and spread her legs. âDoes that mean Iâm ready?â she asked cheekily.Â
He lifted his eyes to her face, and another bolt of excitement coursed through her blood: his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were aglow. âIâm not sure,â he said. âI think I need a closer look. Maybe a taste.â
She burst out a breathy laugh. âYouâre so full ofâ oh gods!â His head was between her legs, and she arched and clenched her fingers in the sheets: Felassan was devouring her, his mouth moving between her legs in a ravenous rhythm of open-mouthed kisses and long hungry laps of his tongue, and for a moment she just lay there gasping for breath, stunned by the torrid heat of his lips and tongue as he drank in the evidence of desire that heâd fostered between her legs. He clasped her thighs and held her wide as he kissed her sex, and it really felt like he was tasting her, like he was taking the time to feast on every fold of her flesh and every drop of slippery nectar that heralded her desperate want.Â
Then his attention honed onto her clit. His ravenous mouth became gentle and slow â oh fuck, so gentle and slow: he was doing nothing more now than brushing his lower lip over her swollen clit, and it felt so fucking good and so fucking torturous that she lifted her head to stare pleadingly at him.
A pulse of excitement made her lightheaded: he was looking at her, too. His beautiful amethyst eyes were glowing and his cheeks and ears were flushed, and he was looking directly at her face while he caressed her clit with his lower lip.
A hint of a smile curled the corner of his mouth. Without breaking her gaze, Felassan ran his tongue over her clit, and she gasped and stared breathlessly into his eyes, stunned by desire and by the sheer intimacy of this act. Having him watching her while he feasted on her, knowing that she was watching him⊠There was something so intimate about it, almost more intimate than the act itself, and as he licked her and kissed her and brought her toward her peak while gazing into her eyes, she knew that the pounding of her heart was more than just sheer lust.Â
She stared at him, lightheaded with pleasure and want and the fervency of her own affection. He gazed steadily at her in turn, his eyes glittering with magic and with carnal intent, and only when her climax suddenly burst did she break from his hypnotic gaze.
She slammed her head back into the pillows and let out a visceral cry. Felassan was still licking her clit, lavishing the sensitive bud with gentle little laps while his palms smoothed along the insides of her thighs, and when Tamarisâs scintillating climax ebbed away, he finally lifted his mouth from between her legs.Â
He wiped his mouth on her belly, then shifted up higher on the bed to lounge beside her, but his hand was still drifting over her inner thigh. âDid you enjoy that, avise?â he murmured.Â
She nodded, feeling too good and too spent to talk, and Felassan smirked. âYes? You liked watching me while I slid my tongue over that tight little nub between your legs?â
A fresh shiver of lust pulsed between legs. âYes,â she breathed.
He nodded thoughtfully. Then he curved his fingers against the sensitive folds of her sex. âDid you enjoy staring at me while I made you come all over my tongue?â he asked.
His tone was innocent, but his voice was so fucking smooth, and his fingers lying still against her body were sheer torture. She gasped and bucked her hips toward his hand. âFuckâs sake, Felassan, yes!â
He angled his wrist and slid two fingers inside of her, and she cried out and arched her back. Then Felassan pressed his lips to her ear. âAr em hartha al emathastâsulahn mar asreunâen bellanaris,â he purred.Â
Oh fuck, she thought deliriously. This was what heâd been threatening for weeks, the words in his own native tongueâ
He curled his fingers inside of her. She mewled and grabbed his shirt, and he spoke into her ear again. âIr silras ahnsul al palashâodhe mar blardhea.âÂ
âFelassan,â she whined. She didnât know what he was saying, but â but fuck it, he was right: there was something about the rhythm of his words, the tone and liquid lilt of his accent shaped around the ancient Elvhen words, and it was doing something wonderful to her, even though she couldnât discern his meaning.Â
He slid his fingers inside of her in a slow and careful thrust. âIrâemah dianaâma sule ma tela odhea iâtel em,â he murmured, and Tamaris sobbed and twisted helplessly beneath him. His fingers were swirling inside of her, and as Felassan continued to whisper in her ear, it felt like his words were swirling inside of her as well. His fluid Elvhen words were finding something hidden in her blood and bringing it to life, making her feel more alive and in tune with the feeling of his fingers curling inside of her and striking the perfect place of pleasure inside of her bodyâ
She came suddenly, to her own surprise, and she was so taken aback by the suddenness of her climax that she couldnât even cry out. She couldnât breathe or say a word; all she could do was lie arching and splayed on her bed as the pleasure of his fingers and his words spanned and pulsed through her entire body from her scalp all the way to the tips of her toes.Â
When she could finally breathe again, all she could manage was the faintest moan. Felassan chuckled, then lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. âDoes it hurt?â he asked.
For some reason, his voice was curled with humour. She took a deep breath, then spoke on a moan. âDoes what hurt?âÂ
âYour chest,â he said.Â
My chest? she thought in confusion. She opened her eyes and looked down at her chest, and her eyebrows leapt up.
There were long red marks across her chest â scoremarks from her own nails. Sheâd scratched herself in the throes of her rapture, and she hadnât even noticed.Â
âOh shit,â she said. She burst out a breathy laugh, then groaned and stretched languidly on the bed. âI didnât even feel that.â
âToo busy feeling other things?â Felassan said slyly.
She admired his gorgeous cheeky grin, then rolled toward him and pushed him onto his back. âGet naked,â she said.Â
He tsked. âThere you go, commanding me again.â He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, then started unlacing his breeches, and Tamaris watched avidly the laces came undone.Â
He lifted his hips and started pushing down his breeches, and she was amused to note once again that he was wearing no underwear. âAll right,â he said playfully. âAre you satisfiââ
She surged toward him and kissed him, cutting off his playful words, and then she was straddling him and clutching his shoulder for support while she rubbed her slick cleft along the length of his cock.
He moaned loudly into her mouth and grabbed her shoulder blades, and Tamaris greedily swallowed the sound of his pleasure as she curled her hips toward him. He was so gorgeously hard and smooth, and his fingers were sliding firmly from her shoulder blades down her back as though he was savouring her skin beneath his fingers. She rocked against him, spreading her slickness along the length of his cock, and he broke from their kiss with a gasp.
âTamaris,â he moaned. He grabbed her hips and tried to lift her, but she tensed her thighs and went still.
Felassanâs eyes darted to her face. âIs something wrong?â he panted.Â
She twisted her lips wryly. âI just donât think youâre ready.â
He stared at her for a second. Then a wicked smile burst across his face. âOh, avise,â he said, and he laughed. âYou canât withhold from me.â
âIâm not withholding,â she said innocently. âI really donât think youâre ready. Iâd better take a closer look.â She slid off of his lap and shuffled down between his legs, then braced her weight on her shortened left arm and brushed her lips over the head of his cock.
He grunted with pleasure and lifted his hips, and Tamaris purposely lifted her head to look at him. âI want to know what you said to me in Elvhen,â she said.
âI said a lot of things to you in Elvhen,â he replied. His smile was cheeky but the light in his eyes was an urgent glow, and Tamaris admired the obvious lust in his face before lowering her head toward his cock.
Felassan jerked his hips, and she lifted her head once more without touching him with her mouth. âTell me some of the things you said,â she demanded.
He exhaled shakily and smiled. âWhatever happened to enjoying a little mystery?â
She took his cock in her mouth and all way down her throat, and the sound he made⊠gods, it was guttural and animalistic and full of desire, and it was almost enough to make her give up the teasing act and fuck him.Â
With an immense effort of will, she resisted. She slowly released his cock, then sat back on her heels. âTell me, Felassan,â she said, and she placed her hand on his thigh, teasingly close to his cock.Â
His eyes glittered with heat as they focused on her hand. âSo cruelly insistent. One thing I said was this: âI could listen to the symphony of your orgasms forever.ââ
A ripple of want burned down her throat toward her belly. She took his cock in her fist and pumped him once, and he leaned his head back with another gorgeous groan.
âTamarisâŠâ he breathed.
She stroked his length once more, then released him. âWhat else did you say?â
He lifted his head to look at her with his luminous eyes. âI also said this: âI am drunk on the perfume of your pussy.ââ
Oh fuck, she thought feverishly. She crawled back up his body to straddle his hips and rubbed her slick heat against the length of his cock. âWhat else did you say?â she panted.
He moaned and squeezed her hip. âTamaris, I need youâŠâ
âIs that something you said?â
âIt is something Iâm saying now,â he said sharply.
She smiled at his snappish tone, then leaned in and brushed her lips over the tip of his ear. âTell me something else you said,â she whispered.
He suddenly wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled her head to the side, and she cried out with pleasure at the sudden pull. He lifted his hips to rub against her pussy and dragged his tongue along the side of her neck, and by the time his lips were at her ear, she was practically sobbing with want.
ââIâm going to fill you up until you canât breathe without meâ,â he growled. âThat is something else I said. Can I do as I promised now, or have you not had enough of provoking me?â
âYes!â she gasped.
He nipped her neck. âYes to what?â he demanded.
âYes, I want you to fill me up!â she cried.
He smiled against her ear. âThatâs all you had to say,â he purred. He released her hair and lifted her hips, then started slowly lowering her onto his cock.
She mewled and dug her nails into Felassanâs shoulder, and he burst out a guttural breath. âAr iselana mana per ma...â he moaned.Â
She panted for breath and didnât reply, and he continued to fill her up inch by blissful inch. When she was fully seated on his cock, they exhaled together in a groan at the completeness of their melding bodies.Â
He slid his palms from her thighs up to her hips, and Tamaris wrapped her arm around his neck. In tandem, they began moving together in a languid rolling rhythm.Â
Tamaris slowly curled her hips to meet him and pressed her forehead to his. âWhat did you just say?â she breathed.Â
He let out a breathy groan and stroked her back. âI said⊠I said that I have waited so long for you.â
She went still for a moment, and Felassan cradled her neck. âAnd I would have continued to wait,â he murmured. âI told you before, avise. Some things are worth waiting for.â
She stared wordlessly into his steady violet eyes. A bloom of emotion burst in her chest and spread through her rib cage, rising up through her throat and pressing at the back of her eyes, and when Felassanâs expression grew tender, she knew that he could see it too.Â
She kissed him and flexed her hips to take him deep. He slid his arms around her, and then he was hugging her tightly as he filled her with his cock, and as Tamaris suckled his tongue and breathed against his lips, she wished she had two whole arms if only to hold him just as tightly as he was holding her.Â
She hugged him with her right arm and rested her stunted left arm on his shoulder. Without breaking the rolling grind of their hips or breaking from her kiss, Felassan reached up and stroked her shortened arm, smoothing his hand firmly from her shoulder down to the stump and back, and the bloom of affection in her chest only seemed to swell more hotly than before.Â
She kissed him hard, then broke from his lips to breathe against his cheek. âMove me how you want me,â she whispered. Heâd pleased her so much already, with his mouth and his hands and his filthy Elvhen words, and the slow thrust of his cock was pleasing her all the more, and all she wanted was to make him feel just as good.Â
He squeezed her shortened left arm, then slid his arms around her once more. âThis is how I want you,â he told her. âA slow-burning flame for this slow arrow.âÂ
She smiled against his cheek. âThatâs a lot of words to say â ah â that you like what Iâm doing already.âÂ
His pleasured groan drifted across her ear, followed by his husky voice. âI know how much you like my words. And I am very good with them. Did you know that I was once a very good spyââ
âShut up,â she laughed breathily, and she took his lips in another kiss. She cradled his neck and rolled against his lap in a slow and steady grind, and Felassan licked her tongue and stroked her back and lifted his hips to meet her, and despite the distracting bliss of his body meeting with hers, Tamaris was careful to note when his hips became more jerky and his kisses more firm.
He broke from her lips with a breathy grunt, and Tamarisâs excitement flared anew; his eyes were glowing once more, glittering with the kind of hot luminance that meant his control was starting to slip. She lifted her hips and came down more firmly on his cock, and he jolted and grabbed her hip.Â
âAh,â he gasped. âThat â Tamarisââ
He didnât need to say anything more; without any further cueing, Tamaris began to fuck him in a hard and rapid rise-and-fall.Â
She clasped his neck and gazed into his eyes. He was staring at her too, his eyes glazed and feverish with need, and as Tamaris continued to lift and lower herself on the slick length of his cock, his face began to twist with the most beautiful expression of longing.
âTamaris,â he begged.Â
âI know,â she breathed. She kissed him once more, then turned his head to the side and nipped his neck.Â
He gasped out the most beautiful pleasured sound, and she felt his cock jerking inside of her. She kissed and licked his neck, then started sucking on his skin with just enough pressure to hurt. His breathing grew erratic beside her ear and his cock became even harder, striking even deeper inside of her body, and Tamaris whimpered and bit his neck.
He dug his nails into her shoulder blade and cried out in climax, and Tamaris hugged him with her right arm as he groaned and panted and shuddered ecstatically beneath her. She continued to roll against him, taking his thickness into her body and savouring his length as he filled her up, and when his shuddering stilled and his fingers went lax against her back, she finally went still on his lap.
She brushed her lips over his temple, then down to his jaw. He sighed languidly and leaned his head to the side, and Tamaris happily took advantage of the angle to nuzzle the side of his neck.
She kissed and licked his neck, and he let out another lazy sigh and ran his hand over her curly hair. âAre you hungry? I can make you something. You donât need to feed on the salt from my skin.â Â
She lifted her lips. âI thought you liked it when I suck on your neck.â
âI love it when you suck on my neck,â he said.
She stroked his cheek, then brushed her lips over his ear. âThen stop complaining,â she whispered.
He laughed â that perfect, lilting roll of a laugh â then lifted her off of his lap and settled her on the bed so they were lying face-to-face. âAbrasive and tender in a single breath,â he said. âWhat a quixotic marvel you are.â
His palm was moving in a slow and lazy stroke along the side of her hip. She smiled goofily at him, but she couldnât help but compare their current pose to the way theyâd fallen asleep last night. Theyâd been lying face-to-face like this last night, and Felassan had been gazing at her in this soft and tender way. But this moment now was so much better than last night. Now, his face wasnât tinted with sadness and ravaged with tears. Now, their skin was completely bare and dappled with the shared dampness of each otherâs sweat and sex.Â
Now, Tamaris could finally admit to herself that she had fallen in love with Felassan.Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â he murmured.
I love you, she thought. But she still couldnât tell him yet. The admission was still too fresh in her mind, too new and too tender to release into the air, and despite the unmitigated depth of her feelings, she wasnât quite ready to tell him yet.Â
 âI think I am hungry after all,â she said. âCan you bring me a snack?â
He smiled slowly at her, then pulled her against his body. âI take back that offer,â he grumbled. âYouâre getting far too pampered.âÂ
âSpoilsport,â she said. Then she squealed when his fingers crept teasingly over her ribs.
âDonât tickle!â she gasped, but he didnât give in, and soon she was helpless with laughter beneath him.Â
She grabbed his hand to stop him. âOkay,â she wheezed. âOkay, okay, I donât need a snack.âÂ
He lifted his hand to cradle her neck. âThatâs a relief,â he said. âBecause Iâm not willing to leave this bed anytime soon.âÂ
She gazed happily into his perfect violet eyes, then tilted her chin up for a kiss. Iâll tell him soon, she thought. Soon, she would find the courage to tell him that she loved him.Â
But for now, she would linger in the heat of his sweat-laced skin, and she would enjoy the precious feeling of being caught.
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The Girl Who Vanished (Part 1)
Chapter 22: The Toothless Lion and the Jaded Snake
A month had gone by since her discussion with the twins in the owlery and the boys kept their promise. Multiple times their breakfast would be interrupted by the Slytherin captain throwing up his meal, or he would enter the common room with a new hair color. It seemed like it was something new every other day and the boy was distraught. He was no longer boastful as he walked through the halls, but he would silently glare at anyone and anything as he heaved and grumbled about. It was beautiful. And Ana would have the Weasley boys to thank.
Aeron had finally perked up; once he noticed that no one, not even Alex was trying to kick him out of the group, he beamed with appreciation. Also, the sight of his enemy crawling across the floor because he had been hit by the Jelly-Legs Jinx was hard to not laugh at. That was all she wanted. She wanted the boy who had hid himself for months to break out of his shell. And he was.
The four of them were sitting together in Herbology; Aeron and Ana together while Alex was with Calista. Professor Sprout looked as warm as ever underneath her large hat while she smiled softly at the girl she had grown to care deeply for. It was unusual for her to have a student such as Ana, and that only made the day even more splendid for the grayed witch.
The class went over the medicinal Fluxweed plant; another plant that Ana's mother grew year round in their garden. It was a key ingredient in her medicine, so Ana had grown very familiar with the common weed. She spent an hour planting and watering for both her and Aeron, who refused to get his hands messy; though Ana didn't mind. Aeron kept her company well enough as he began talking about some old revolution they had learned in their last history lesson. The course material was yawn-worthy and yet the budding boy had a way of making it interesting. After laughing with Aeron until the end of their lesson, she was starving and only had dinner on her mind. As soon as class ended she was already chatting with Alex about the upcoming Quidditch tryouts when the kind voice of her professor called for her. Without hesitating, Ana gallivanted towards her favorite teacher with glee, encouraging her friends to go on without her.
"It's good to see you in such a good mood, Ana. I'm assuming that the sleeping potion has been helping?" The woman hummed as she held one of the young girl's hands in between both of her own. Ana's nose scrunched happily and she nodded in return. "Good. Very good."
Ana wasn't sure why she was called over, but this alone time with Professor Sprout was nice. The sun was no longer as hot as it had been an hour earlier and the sky was turning into a beautiful watercolor of pinks and yellows. Two colors that she associated with Professor Sprout.
"Well I called you because I want to invite you to the greenhouse after dinner!" She sang softly with shimmering eyes. "I have someone I'd like for you to meet, dear. Would you care for a visit?"
The young witch couldn't imagine turning down Sprout's invitation, it would be a crime to decline. Since her first year the head of Hufflepuff had shown her more care and concern than her own head of house. Snape wasn't horrible, but goodness, he was no Professor Sprout. Snape was kind if he had to be, Sprout was kind because that was just who she was by nature.
"Of course Professor! I'd love to meet them," she smiled from ear to ear, positively glowing with the prospect of meeting someone who had the woman so enthralled. With a charming smile, Sprout beamed at the young girl before sending Ana off to eat.
Dinner went by in a breeze, and Ana couldn't help but bounce with happiness in her seat as she tried guessing who she was going to meet. Perhaps it would be the twins' brother Ron, or maybe even the boy who lived. Regardless, Ana was just excited to spend even more time with her favorite teacher. She practically scarfed down her strawberries and soup, which worried Lucian; he feared she was going to choke. Ana blurted to her friends that she was going to be elsewhere after dinner, and all four of her friends found it bizarre how excited she was to sit among the dirt again, but it made her happy. So it made them happy.
The sight of Ana gleaming and buzzing with joy also made another onlooker happy, although he would never admit it. He couldn't. At least not yet.
After eating as much as she could, Ana gave her quickest yet sincerest goodbyes as she went straight from the Great Hall to the greenhouses. It wasn't unusual for her to frequent the greenhouses after dinner, but now she would have another person to talk to.
Ana entered the glass structure and noticed that it had been untouched since her class; Professor Sprout must still be at dinner, she assumed. It was wonderfully silent, the plants went about their business as she sat patiently, enjoying the stillness of it all. The air was warm yet light, her breathing always seemed to cycle more evenly when she was among all the greenery. It was a safe place for her.
A crash sounded from behind her, and she swiveled in her seat to see a younger blushy boy bend over to pick up a broken flower pot. Thankfully it was empty so there were no plant deaths to mourn, but the accident did break the young girl out of her moment of appreciation.
"Sorry, I didn't me- did I- did I scare you?" he gulped as he noticed just how composed the girl in front of him was. She didn't look angry, but she didn't look happy. It seemed to him like she was just simply there. Like how air just simply exists, quiet yet still. And he came in bumbling and unbalanced.
"You didn't scare me. I've knocked that pot over too many times to count last year. I keep suggesting to Professor Sprout that we move it, but she insists it stay there," she greeted him with a welcoming smile which almost threw the boy off balance again given her green robes. "Reparo" she fixed the pot as quickly as it broke.
He wobbled over to her with one arm slung in a bandage, muttering a quiet thanks as he kept his gaze on his shoes which were untied, but he didn't dare move to fix them. The girl in front of him might judge him. Every millisecond of silence made the boy wish that Professor Sprout was with them already, just to kill the awkwardness. Conversely, Ana was just happy to have company.
"I'm Ana," she said gently, trying to gauge the younger boy's nervousness, he still refused to look her in the eyes. This wasn't exactly how she thought this evening would go, but Ana trusted Professor Sprout's judgement of the boy; who apparently was a Gryffindor based on his red tie. "So you were sorted into Gryffindor? That's pretty cool."
The little lion was surprised that a Slytherin was talking to her, he was scared of the Slytherins in his year and once he saw her green robes he had almost turned and walked away altogether. It wasn't even that the girl was innately scary, he was just scared of most things.
"I don't feel like a Gryffindor,' Ana was surprised the boy would reveal something he was insecure about so easily, but she let him continue, "maybe if I was a to-toothless lion it'd make more sense."
She nodded her head slowly, he just needed some encouragement, "I don't know about that. Everyone starts out without teeth, but they come in eventually."
For the first time in the whole night, the stuttering boy looked her in the eyes where a tiny twinkle resided in his wide brown ones. It was a tiny success, but it was progress, Ana reveled. A decent amount of time went by and the head of Hufflepuff had yet to join them, so Ana decided to grab her Fluxweed plant from a few hours earlier and she began to instruct the boy on what it did and how to take care of it. The green plant nearly matched the ill look on the boy's face when he first walked in. It took a bit of time, but soon the boy was asking questions; he stumbled over his words but he had the courage to utter them still.
He was astounded by the gentle girl who would smile at him patiently whenever he had a random or obscure question about the plant. She took it in stride and answered every inquiry to the best of her ability and he began to enjoy his time. No longer were his palms sweaty or his knees wobbly in fear, he even let out a chuckle when a neighboring plant began hiccupping. Ana celebrated in his laugh and smiled back at him.
It was the first of many laughs and smiles they would share that night.
"Ana! Stop! I don't need any more water!" He choked on his laughter as she began spritzing his dark hair with a water bottle; his arms flailed as he tried to escape the mist. Ana covered her grinning aching face in her hands, it had been a long time since she laughed so hard. The boy's larger front teeth poked out as he bellowed loudly at the girl.
"I'm trying to help you grow!"
"Well, well, well, look at my two favorite students," a whimsical voice said from the entrance of the greenhouses, "I had a feeling you two would get along."
The two students nodded enthusiastically as Professor Sprout joined them at the benches they were perched at; the soles of their hands were covered in dirt but their smiles never faded. During their time of getting to know each other and mucking around, they hadn't even noticed, even through the transparent walls of the greenhouse that the sky had turned pitch black.
"Neville, I'm sorry. There was a meeting for all the heads of houses, but I'm glad to see you, hun," the woman offered the boy a smile; the kind that Ana had received on more than one occasion. Neville glowed at the welcome. "Unfortunately, it is late so maybe we should do this again another day, yes?"
Begrudgingly, the two students agreed, finding it too dark out to escape getting caught by Filch. They had to go their separate ways to their own common rooms, but they mirrored happy smiles at the thought of spending more time together.
~ Quidditch tryouts were absolutely excruciating, the whole time Flint was in a horrific mood since most of the time he was throwing up slugs from fifty feet in the air. For a split second she felt bad for the captain, but then she peered over to where Aeron was sitting with Calista on the stands. Aeron was a bit nervous at the idea of returning to the pitch, but he ultimately decided to support both Ana and Alex as long as Calista was with him. Aeron was there for her, and Ana knew she would return the favor for the boy. Always.
Thankfully, his skin had improved tremendously since she had begun making healing potions in her down time for him in exchange for his tutoring. It took some convincing for the boy to agree to the deal, but in the end, there was no stopping Ana when she wanted to help him heal from something Flint started.
Ana and Alex were the only two going for the singular chaser position since the last player graduated the previous year. They were put through drill after drill, while Lucian and Derrick swatted the bludgers their way as they furiously tried to score against Miles Bletchley. It was tougher than any flying session Ana had done with Draco over the past few years, but the sting of the cool morning air kept her on high alert. She had always chased after Draco who was incredibly fast on a broom and that practice came out during her tryouts.
Being on the ground, on her unsteady two feet meant that Ana toppled over quite a bit. Flying was an entirely different story; she couldn't trip on air, she could only soar. Draco knew this, and he smiled up at his sister from his place in the stands, there was no way he was going to miss his sister's attempt to get on the team. It would be a big deal to the family if she were to make it as a second year. He didn't want to put that pressure on his sisters, so he hid his nervousness behind his cheers of support.
It had been a few hours until the very ill Marcus Flint called it a day. He had been vomiting on and off the whole time and at some point the sun grew stronger which made the situation even nastier. The final line up for the team was going to take a few days to deliberate so all the Slytherins made their way to the Great Hall to fill up on a well-deserved lunch.
Ana was positively starving, almost matching the ferocity at which Alex typically ate her lunch. Aeron and Calista were discussing both muggle and wizarding history, comparing and contrasting the two, while Lucian talked to Derrick about who would possibly fill the seeker position that Gryffindor needed to fill since Charlie Weasley had graduated. Ana was happy to be in her little bubble as she filled herself on fresh strawberries and as much pasta as she could stomach.
Draco walked into the Great Hall and Ana all but yelled for her brother to join her. He smiled when he saw her, his feet pulling him to his sister until his dorm mates, Crabbe, Goyle, and a few other boys grabbed him by his elbows and directed him out of the hall. One of the boys that joined her brother was Marcus Flint and all Ana could see was red. She hated that Flint had for some reason decided to become chummy with a boy that was five years younger than him. All she wanted was to rip the two away from each other and unfortunately she knew she couldn't. Showing any resentment towards the captain would be a sure fire way for her to not get picked for the team.
Lucian noticed the fury behind her eyes, "You alright, Ana?" he smiled as he poured another helping of strawberries on her plate. Ana's furiousness lessened at the boy's thoughtful offering and nodded with little conviction. She wasn't okay with anything that was happening, but she was for damn sure going to keep an eye on it.
~
After the intense tryouts, dinner, and showers, the group laid around the common room to relax. Calista was sitting on the floor at Alex's feet while she excitedly explained the plot of a movie The Karate Kid. Everyone listened to her recall the most interesting part of the movie, Aeron seemed to take the most notice; his eyes glowed at the story of the boy who learned how to stand up for himself. Ana had to admit, it sounded like a fun movie, she just lamented the fact that she'd probably never get to watch it.
Lucian and Ana sat next to each other on a different couch, taking breaks to talk to each other about the Quidditch tryouts and then returning their attention to Calista. Ana was finally relaxing at the sound of the crackling fire and her little family around her. Her head was nestled on one of the arm rests, trying her hardest to stay awake to enjoy their down time together. Despite how much she wanted to soak in the sound of Calista's excited voice, Ana's eyes began to grow heavy the longer she laid there, the feeling only growing worse after Lucian draped a blanket over her shivering body.
A loud wallop of boys' screaming disturbed her little nap and the group grew silent as Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Flint came charging into the common room. It made Ana cringe, seeing the fifth year running around with a bunch of eleven year olds; his uneven facial hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. Flint had been hanging with the group so much, to the point where Ana noticed that Draco hardly talked to her. It made her sad to remember how excited her little brother was last year about coming to Hogwarts; he always talked about doing things together and that had yet to happen.
The four of them bumbled towards the group, which made Aeron and Alex turn to them defensively, their chests puffed out as if they were anticipating some sort of confrontation. Flint focused on the two of them with a sneer that making Ana sit up tiredly: holding her blanket up to her for comfort.
Draco was at the front of the pack which confused Ana, she assumed that Flint would be doing the talking for all of them given he was two years short of graduating.
"When are you going to bed?" the little blond boy asked in a tone that didn't sound like him; it came out far more pompous than ever before. Ana was confused at the sound and the question. He had never cared about the time at which she went to sleep, most times he fell asleep before she did.
"Uh, I'm not sure, whenever I'm tired," she answered kindly, trying to keep the mood light like they usually were when she talked to her brother. "Why do you ask?"
Crabbe and Goyle snickered behind Draco while Flint smirked grotesquely at the group; Ana's face fell at their odd behaviors. At this point all five of them had the entirety of their focus on the four newcomers.
Draco smirked at his older sister, looking almost too sweet. "No reason. Just thought you looked tired."
That was a lie. It was a flat out lie. This was not like Draco. Usually, Ana would stumble upon her brother drooling on his pillow rather early in the night. When he was done for the night he would ignore everyone and pass out. Her stomach twisted at the persona her brother was putting on. He wasn't himself. He was acting like their father, which terrified her.
"She looks tired because that's what happens when you spend your whole morning trying out for the Quidditch team," Alex's statement came out with a bit of acidity to it, her body situated between the boys and the rest of the group.
"I know, I was watching, Bole," Draco quipped back sharply, which alarmed Ana.
The soft and cushy couch was abandoned once he replied to her friend like that; Ana stood up and pulled Draco away from the boys who glared at her scathingly. Thankfully, Draco didn't dismiss Ana, allowing her to take him by the elbow and away from any curious ears.
"Draco are you okay?"
"Of course I am. What would make you think something's wrong?"
Once again, he sounded like he was trying to be convincing, unfortunately for the young boy he was horrible at lying to her. He over-performed everything he did, which made his lying so blaringly obvious to the girl. She figured if he was going to lie to anyone, he would have to get better at it.
"Come on, you know that I can tell when you are off. What's going on?"
Draco was going to comment something until Alex had begun shouting at Flint; she jumped up from the couch and had the Quidditch captain's collar firmly in her grasp. It all happened in the blink of an eye; Lucian was trying to pull his sister off the oldest boy. Meanwhile, Aeron was rubbing at Calista's shoulder softly as he yelled at Crabbe and Goyle with unparalleled wrath.
Before Ana could do anything, Draco darted away from his sister and ran up the stairs into the boy's dorms. She groaned at the boy's getaway and ran over to the fighting group to try and break it up. Lucian had finally gotten Alex off Flint who, after a day of throwing up on the Quidditch pitch, now had a giant scratch down his face that was bleeding. Ana knew she should feel bad for the boy's pain, but she didn't. There was no room in her chest for any sympathy towards Flint.
As soon as Ana rejoined the group, Crabbe, Goyle, and Flint ran around the girl to follow in Draco's steps, leaving them all confused and angry. But unfortunately they left one of them in tears.
"What the in the world just happened?" Ana cried as she surveyed the damage.
Alex's face was scarlet red, still huffing and puffing from attacking the Quidditch captain. In her steady arms was Calista who was quietly sobbing, her shoulders trembled as a new wave of tears escaped. Aeron and Lucian's complexions matched Alex's; they were splotchy red with anger and adrenaline, which was the total opposite of the weeping girl.
When no one answered her question, Ana decided she'd try her luck with just talking to the beater.
Lucian sat down, watching Ana as she wrapped the blanket she was just using around Calista. He gloomily smiled at her small act of kindness and looked up at her with sadness in his eyes.
"They called Calista, something horrible," he mumbled, looking disgusted as he spoke. He didn't want Calista to hear him so he lowered his voice even more, "They called her something you should never call a muggle born." Lucian's eyebrows rose, hoping Ana could insinuate what he was trying to hint at.
Her once shivering body now filled with a simmering fire, Ana's face grew stiff and serious at the admission. She now understood why Alex was so angry.
As a child, her father said the term all the time and her mother would always remind her that it was not something she was to repeat. It was vile and cruel, even for a pureblood wizard to say. That knowledge made her only despise her brother's friends even more. They reminded her of the one person she hated returning to in the summer months.
Seeing their effect on her muggle born friend made her sick. And yet, she knew that Draco wasn't planning on getting rid of them anytime soon.
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(Un)Natural Selection Chapter 8
Ăponine
As soon as I felt myself falling asleep I could feel Elise jostling my shoulder to try to wake me up. I had no desire to leave the bed even if it meant not getting to meet with Prince Julien.
âBut Lady Ăponine, all of the other ladies have been awake for half an hour,â she said with her large eyes.
The panic that went through my heart made me jump out of the bed and run into the bathroom hyperventilating.
âLady Ăponine, youâre allowed to sleep in because your routine is far less complicated than the other girls,â Miriam laughed, opening the doors to my large closet.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â I asked as she pulled me inside of the closet.
âSome of the other ladies have a hair and makeup routine that takes 3 hours while you should only take an hour and a half at the latest,â she said, pulling dresses.
She seemed to be in a significantly better mood this morning. I could see Laila pulling out brushes and combs at the vanity while Elise began to make my bed. It seemed that they worked as a well oiled machine. Miriam was the captain because of her seniority while Elise appeared to be the youngest and responsible for doing the more mundane tasks.
âWhich dress would you prefer to wear, Lady Ăponine?â
In her hands were two of the most spectacular and extravagant dresses I had seen in my entire life. There was a deep maroon dress that appeared to fall off the shoulder with a thick satin skirt and a sleeveless, tight-fitted grey dress that seemed to glimmer in the sunlight.
âWe decided to base your wardrobe on Earth tones. Most of the other girls will be going for light or deep colors to make individual statements, but no one has a neutral wardrobe. Neutral doesnât have to mean boring if done correctly,â she smiled, obviously very proud of herself.
In the end I decided on a green dress that was tucked away behind the dozen dresses that I had. I could see the disdain in Miriamâs face when I pulled it down and I could understand why. The dress was some shade of dark green with a full, but not overly large skirt. The top half covered my shoulders and collarbone and even though it was the simplest dress in my closet, it was the nicest thing I had ever worn. Laila braided my hair into a loose and thick bun that was held up by several dozen pins. Finally, under the watchful eye of Miriam, Elise did my makeup. She narrated what she was putting on my face and what it would do for my appearance.
âThis toner has a natural papaya exfoliant that will help to brighten your complexion,â she sang as she spritzed a clear liquid onto my face.
âWhatâs papaya?â I asked as she picked up one of the many bottles on the vanity.
âItâs a fruit. Donât they have them in Allens?â
âProbably, my family can only usually only afford rice, beans, bread and pasta,â I said shrugging.
âWell Iâm sure the palace could get as many papayas as you could eat if you got the Prince to ask,â she giggled.
When my makeup was finished I stood up and looked in the mirror and in the end, I still looked like me. A much better version of the me that entered the palace not even 24 hours ago, but that was aside from the point. Justine and I both agreed that I didnât want to make it look like I was trying too hard or I would quickly become the least favorite inside and outside of the castle. Before leaving my room, Miriam had me choose my jewelry for the day. There was a golden headband that emulated flowers, a large pair of earrings, golden bands, and several large necklaces.
âYou can wear these as statement pieces to perk up your dress,â she said, motioning towards the larger items.
After a heavy scolding, Miriam let me settle for the necklace Justine gave me, a pair of small golden stud earrings, and a gold bracelet. She then laid out a pair of heels covered in rhinestones. The shoes were significantly more comfortable than the ones that I wore last night and the heel was noticeably shorter. Deciding to forgo any form of conflict with Miriam this morning, I put them on gladly. Ten minutes until 8 I was out in the hallway making conversation with Cosette who radiated royalty. She wore an off the shoulder baby blue gown with a layered pearl necklace.
As I looked around the growing group of girls I realized that Miriam had been right when she said everyone would be going for either bright pastels or bold colors. Musichetta Simon came out of her room in what looked to be a plain white wedding dress that glittered when it caught the Sun. Her stylist team had given her at least a foot of red hair extensions that now past her waist. I found myself unable to take my eyes off of her until Claudia came to bring us downstairs.
âLadies, you all look like you could be princesses this morning,â she said with a frown on her face. It wasnât hard to tell that she was very upset.
âI would like to point out that only thirty-four of you are joining the Royal Family for breakfast. After supper last night, Miss Lucy decided to neglect the rules and sought out Prince Julien.â
Gasps and whispers immediately overtook the hall. Cosette and I looked at each other and I worried that she was about to cry. Lucy had been one of three Fives selected.
âPlease settle down, ladies. Prince Julien had her immediately disqualified from the selection and she was sent home last night. I hope this serves as a lesson to all of you that we take the rules very seriously.â
As she led us downstairs to the Great Hall many girls were giving their opinion on the Lucy situation. Teresa claimed it was a good thing that âthe helpâ had left before the competition even started because it would be shameful for Prince Julien to marry anyone lower than a Three. I looked around the group to see if the other Fives had reacted to what she had said but they were all deep in conversation with other girls. Liberty Cook, a Three that was wheelchair bound from a boating accident when she was younger, said that she had heard the Guards whispering that Lucy claimed to have been tricked by another girl.
I tried to imagine who would already be trying to sabotage the competition this early but the thoughts were immediately pushed out of my head upon entering the Great Hall. There was a small camera crew in the corner waiting to film our first interactions with Prince Julien. We were free to sit wherever we liked, probably because we would be in our seats for a bit. Cosette sat behind me and I decided to sit next to one of the Fives, Alyssa. She smiled and adjusted her large purple skirt.
âHave you ever eaten at a table with so many forks and knives?â She laughed.
âI can definitely say that Iâve never even seen this many forks on a table,â I said looking around for a sign of food.
âLadies, this morning we will begin our first etiquette lesson. Someone in this room is going to become a princess and she must be able to meet the royal standards for manners. Now, please unfold your napkin and place it on your lap,â Claudia said holding up a cloth napkin and folding it in the air as a guide.
This etiquette lesson was harder than learning any language combined. Periodically Claudia would circle around to Alyssa and me to tell us to straighten our backs and lift our chins. Once I turned around to how Cosette looked and I was immediately intimidated. She handled everything with a grace and ease that made her an obviously strong competitor and a dangerous enemy. If Cosette made her approval of me known then maybe that would allow the Threes and Fours to accept me. Just as I felt my stomach begin to demand food the doors opened to reveal several guards and Prince Julien in tow.
Every girl held her breath and straightened her back when they saw him.
âGood morning, Your Highness,â Claudia said, entering a deep curtsey. He responded in a curt head nod.
âGood morning Claudia and good morning ladies,â he said clasping his hands together in front of him.
âIf you donât mind Claudia I would like to address the women of the Selection for a moment before we proceed,â Claudia took a few steps to the left of the room.
âLadies, I am eagerly awaiting the chance to interact with you all but first I would like to make several brief points. For starters this is not a well fact but I prefer to be addressed by my surname as Claudia can verify it is a certain formality that I practice. Secondly, as I said on the Report I want this to be a caste-blind Selection so please do not reveal yours or another ladyâs caste. If you break this rule there is a strong possibility that your time here at the palace will end,â a hushed whisper fell across the room.
Claudia took a step forward and cleared her throat, immediately silencing any noise.
âNow, I will be speaking with all of you one-by-one in private. Iâll try to keep this as brief as possible as Iâm sure youâre all anticipating breakfast more than speaking with me,â he joked, walking towards Liberty inviting her over to a few couches in the corner of the room.
âWhat are we supposed to talk about?â Alyssa said, panic covering her face.
âIâm sure heâll ask us about how weâre liking the palace so far and let the conversation go from there,â I guessed as Cosette turned around to whisper with us.
We all talked about our rooms, our maids, and our clothes until Enjolras approached Cosette. He met my eyes and to my continuous surprise, smiled at me.
âIf the Lady Ăponine would permit, may I please borrow Lady Cosette for a few minutes?â He asked.
I tried not to let my jaw hit the floor.
âLuckily for you, Your Highness, the Lady Ăponine will permit it,â I said, straightening my back.
He took Cosetteâs arm and turned towards the couches and Alyssa hit my arm.
âWhat was that about?â she demanded, looking visibly hurt.
âI- I donât know, it was probably just some joke he made because we were all talking,â I stammered, not daring to tell her about our brief encounter.
âSure,â she said staring at Enjolras and Cosette interacting.
While we watched Cosette smile with her large eyes the camera crew approached the two of us. Alyssa quickly recovered from any distress she may have been experiencing before their presence. They asked us how we were enjoying the palace and Alyssa talked about all the beautiful pieces of art since she herself was a painter. The only thing I could think of was the food, since I couldnât remember the last time I had a meal like last night.
When Cosette returned from her conversation with Enjolras she looked like she had won the lottery.
âWhat did you talk about?â Alyssa asked.
âWell we started talking about how beautiful the palace was and we talked about home and how I missed our garden, and he asked me if Iâd like to tour the garden before dinner this evening,â she whispered.
Before I could think about congratulating her, I could see a mass of blonde curly hair approaching me and I stood to approach him. I remembered Justineâs advice in the back of my head and after meeting all the girls, I realized how right she was. All of these girls would start with the same strategy, immediately planning on making Enjolras fall in love with them.
âThe strongest love happens when you least expect it. I married my best friend,â I remembered her saying as she looked at Victor.
Enjolras held out his arm as we walked towards the couches.
âIn case you need help walking in those heels,â he offered.
âThank you but I am in much more sensible shoes now,â I declined, holding up the skirt of my dress so he could see my short heels.
âIâm surprised youâre not barefoot after your run last night,â he whispered as we sat down.
âI would have come in my slippers but my maids would have thrown a fit,â I laughed.
âHow are you getting along with them?â He asked leaning back in his seat.
I hadnât seen him do that with another girl. Was he comfortable with me because heâd already spoken to me? Or was he comfortable because he had already decided to kick me out?
âLetâs just say that if it werenât for them I would be sitting here in a nice dress without any makeup and my hair a mess.â
âGood, thatâs why we keep them around,â he said absentmindedly. He must have seen my reaction because he quickly scrambled to make up for what he had just said.
âNot that thatâs the only reason why we keep them around. Many of our servants have families that they need to support and we have a respectably low turnover rate as our average servant works here for upwards of ten years,â he began to ramble.
âI understand, thatâs just how the caste system works. It was just like this in the Old Middle East and many people accepted it,â I said looking at my hands.
âHow do you know about that?â Enjolras asked sitting up.
âIâve read some books on how different religions have affected the structure and function of the government.â
âWell you must know that my views on the caste system do not reflect the current state of IlleĂĄ. Iâm sure you know that I have invited a group of anti-caste sympathizers to stay in the palace.â
âThe Friends of the ABC?â
âYes, after dinner this evening weâll be holding a meeting in the Menâs Room. If this is something youâre interested in you are more than welcome to join us,â
âDo you ask every girl to join in your political escapades?â
âNo, Iâm afraid most girls prefer walks around the garden and bowling.â
The way he said it made it sound like he wasnât looking forward to his date with Cosette.
âWell everyone came to become your wife, not your political alley. They probably arenât thinking of the responsibilities of an entire country, theyâre just thinking about how they can win over one boy. â
âYouâve turned out quite different then what I expected Lady Ăponine,â he said, writing something on a notepad.
âAnd what did you expect of me?â I asked as a butler leaned over to whisper something to Enjolras.
âTerribly sorry, but it appears weâve gone quite a bit over our allotted time,â he said standing to button his maroon waistcoat.
âWill you be answering my question?â I asked, standing.
âWill you be coming to the meeting tonight?â He asked, his face serious.
âI havenât found a reason not to yet,â I said, locking as with him as I curtsied.
âThen all of your questions will be answered tonight,â he bowed.
As I walked back to my seat I could feel the eyes of the other Selected girls staring at me. I tried to focus solely on Cosetteâs beaming face, excited to hear why our conversation ran so long. Alyssa walked past me, not even waiting for Enjolras to approach her. I could see her shake as she curtseyed to him before she sat down on the edge of the couch.
âWell? What did you talk about?â Cosette asked eagerly.
I donât know what but I felt very compelled to lie to her even though she had been so kind to me. Maybe she secretly remembered me and was waiting until she could use something against me in the competition.
âOh we just talked about movies and how Iâve never been to a movie theatre. He thought that it was a crime and demanded that we watch a movie together after dinner,â I laughed, realizing that I was shaking.
âLook at us,â Cosette whispered, âwe got the first two dates! Oh you must help me pick out the perfect dress for tonight!â
I let Cosette talk about dresses and hair until the last girls had finished their conversations with Enjolras. Alyssa came back beaming, but wouldnât elaborate on any details. She probably didnât trust either of us either. Finally, when I had begun to hallucinate the smell of a warm breakfast, Enjolras went to the front of the room.
âLadies thank you for your patience! Please proceed to the Banquet Room and enjoy your breakfast. If I asked you to stay behind, please remain seated.â
I looked around at the girls that were still sitting and noted that Alyssa was one of them. Maybe it was some special group date with Enjolras during lunch. He did seem pretty eager to make himself busy with us. When we transitioned to the Banquet Room we were greeted by the King and Queen who were reading the morning paper with their coffee. We collectively curtseyed, sat at our assigned seats, and waited for Enjolras to come back.
We stood to curtsey and sat back in our seats, presumably waiting for the other girls to join us. We all waited in silence until the Butlers began to pour orange juice into our glasses.
âHe must have sent them home,â Musichetta exclaimed from across the table.
While Cosette looked around the room to count I stared at Enjolras. He was rushing to lather a piece of toast in jam, and appeared unbothered by his elimination.
âThereâs twenty-six of us, he sent home eight girls,â Cosette whispered.
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5Â Chapter 6
Author Notes: There are a lot of words here like this is probably the longest chapter Iâve written for this fic thus far. Iâm talking 6k+ words just for this chapter so itâs under the cut for obvious reasons. I told yâall I had some Daddy!Challa coming. So strap on in and secure your wigs. ALSO IT TOOK ME ALL DAMN DAY TO WRITE THIS SO YâALL BETTER LIKE IT
This was such a bad idea. Amaya didnât know what she had been thinking when she thought it would be a good idea to cook dinner for TâChalla at her apartment. It sounded like a good idea when she convinced him to come over. He was a damn king and she had invited him to her tiny ass apartment that she shared with Charlie. There was a small part of her that was a little embarrassed, but there was no time to back out now. She had no choice but to make the best out of this less than ideal situation.
She pulled out her best wig and allowed Charlie to do her usual slay, making sure that she looked even better than the last time TâChalla saw her. She struggled with her outfit for far longer than she needed too, finally deciding to dress in a pair of black shorts since she knew that he enjoyed her legs so much and a yellow crop top. This was the first time he was going to be seeing in her person in weeks and she wanted to make sure that she looked damn good.
She wanted to make sure that everything was perfect and that was why she called up her grandma all the way in Florida at the ass crack of dawn to get her recipe for meatloaf. It wasnât just any basic bland old meatloaf. It was the exact one that her grandmother had made for her granddad just months before he proposed. Let the old man tell it, he knew he was in love during that very same dinner and that had been over 50 years ago, and the old couple were still very much in love with each other. So as far as Amaya was concerned, whatever was in the recipe was magic
Flicking on the oven light, Amaya checked on the dish even if she hadnât placed it inside the oven but five minutes ago. She was being a little obsessive she knew that much but she wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong. There was nothing worse than inviting someone over for dinner and then serving them that very same dinner burnt to a crisp.
The knock at the door has Amaya jolting to her feet. It was a soft tap of knuckles against the wood but it sent her heart pounding in her chest because of who she knew was standing on the other side of it. She raced to her bedroom, nearly tripping over her feet on her way there, and spritzed a little perfume on the sides of her neck, checking herself out in the mirror for a few seconds before deciding to add a little gloss to her lips and trying to fluff up the curls in her hair.
There was another knock, this time a little louder and harder than before, and Amaya had to take a deep breath before she walked out of her bedroom to answer the door. Taking another deep breath, she answered the door, and the air she had just filled her lungs with immediately escaped her at the sight TâChalla standing in her doorway. He was dressed in his usual all black attire but it was far more casual than the suits she had seen him in, and a little more Americanized. A simple pair of black jeans and a form fitting black shirt with a matte black bomber jacket to top it all off.
It just wasnât fair that he could make something so simple look so good. There was no way this man could even be real and about to step foot into her apartment.
âYouâre a little early.â Her words came out a little more clipped than she would have liked thanks to her nerves. She chewed on her bottom lip when he lifted a brow towards her.
The corners of his mouth quirked a little as if he were holding back a smile. âIf I didnât know any better I would think that you didnât miss me, Amaya.â
âI didnât say thatâŠ.â
âAh, so you did miss me. You have quite the interesting way of showing it.â The teasing nature of his words had her holding back a smile as she rolled her eyes. âAre you going to invite me in or will we be having dinner out here in the hallway?â
Amaya took a step back so that he could walk inside and suddenly her apartment felt so much smaller with him standing in her living room. She watched as he looked around the small room, from the love seat that Charlieâs mom had been so gracious to gift to them when they first moved in to the television that was mounted on the wall. TâChalla seemed to be taking it all in for a moment before he turned around and looked to her.
âDo you live here alone?â
Amaya shook her head. âNope. I have a roommate. Charlie. The girl you conned my number out of.â
âI conned her out of your number?â He placed a hand on his chest and had the audacity to look offended.
âThatâs exactly what I said. Donât think she didnât tell me all about how charming you were so you could get my number. You knew exactly what you were doing. Probably flashed that smile of yours and it was a wrap from there. Youâre not slick.â
âI can not believe I am being accused of such a thing. I have never used my smile to get what I want.â
âNever?â
âNot once in my life.â The smile in question started to take over his lips as she placed her hands on her hips.
âThat sounds like a lie if Iâve ever heard one and I just wanna let you know that I donât believe you.â She threw back at him as she shook her head a little. âDo you drink wine?â
âI do.â There was a bit of confusion that passed over his face.
âGood hold that thought please.â She held up one finger before disappearing into the kitchen.
She grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge that she and Charlie had been saving for a special occasion--she didnât see an occasion that would get any more special than this. She grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet before filling them both half way. With both glasses in hand, she walked back out to the living room to find TâChalla standing front of the the few bookcases that were able to fit in the living room.
âFinding anything interesting?â He looked over his shoulder before turning to face her completely and taking the glass she was handing over to him.
âHave read all of these?â She was distracted for a second by the way his hand gripped the glass and she found herself watching his fingers drum against the side, reveling in how thick they were.
She cleared her throat, trying to push all of those thoughts out of her head. âYeah, I was a big reader as a kid. If youâve ever seen the movie Matilda, I was a lot like that growing up.â
âCannot say that I have seen that movie before, but I will take your word for it,â he took a slow sip of the win as his eyes wandered the shelves of her bookcases before he stopped. âAnd have you read these three?â
Amaya squinted her eyes as she read the titles. Fifty Shades of Grey. Fifty Shades Darker. Fifty Shades Free. She nearly choked on her wine. She could have sworn that she had gotten rid of those books when she realized just how terrible they were.
âThatâs a funny story actually. I remember when it came out and I was looking for a motherâs day present for my mom and some magazine recommended that it was a good present so I ordered the whole series online, right?  Then I read the first book and was like thereâs no way I can give this book to my momâŠ..so I kept them for myself and read them all.â She did her best to hide her embarrassment behind her wine glass, taking a large gulp of the bittersweet liquid.
âYou kept them for yourself?â
âListen, donât you judge me. I was all of 14 and thinking this was the best thing I had ever read but I broadened my horizons and realized that this was not a great depiction of a healthy BDSM relationship and it was terribly written, but I will credit it to opening my eyes to a lot of things.â
There was something flickering in his eyes as he looked at her, something that she couldnât exactly place her finger on, but she knew that she liked it. âNo one is judging you, Amaya. The shift in the air between the two of them was so subtle that she almost didnât realize it. âAnd what exactly were your eyes opened up to?â
âThe kind of relationship that I do want and the kind that I donât want.â She shrugged her shoulders and finished off what was left of her wine.
âI get this feeling that you give vague answers on purpose.â TâChalla licked his lips slowly and Amaya had to take a deep breath to calm herself.
âAnd so what if I do? What are you gonna do about it?â She knew very well that she was playing fire, and she was more than willing to get herself burned in the process if it meant she got what she wanted.
His only response was a small smirk before he turned back to the bookshelves. Feeling a little bolder, Amaya placed her empty glass down and moved herself between him and the shelves, forcing him to look at her. With the small distance that had been between him and the shelves, there was an even smaller distance between her body and his.
âYou should know something about me, SirâŠâ her fingers toyed with the collar of his jacket, dangerously close to his neck. âI donât like being ignored.â
His arm disappeared above her head and she heard the soft clink of the glass being placed down, but he eyes never left her face. Normally, the longer he stared at her, the more her bold nature would start to fade, but that was the furthest thing from the case. The wine mixing with how long it had been since she had seen him, there was no backing down as far as she was concerned.
âIs that so?â His hand wrapped around one of her wrists, holding it down by his side before yanking her forward quickly and without warning. Her body went crashing forward and closed the distance between the two of them.
Staring straight ahead of her she could only see just the barest amount of his chin and she craned her neck back a little to look him in the eye. Shivers worked down her spine as his thumb brushed against her bare thigh, tracing small circles that she could feel radiating through every part of her body with one part in particular. His other hand grabbed her other wrist and before she realized what was happening, both of her hands were pinned behind her back. The trapped feeling that washed over her body sent her heart racing, but she didnât fight against it. There was a large part of her that embraced it, wanting to have more of it and wondering how she would feel if he had her exactly like this, but naked in her bed.
âThat is exactly so.â If he could hear the want in her voice, he wasnât acknowledging it which was only serving to frustrate her even more.
His grip tightened around her wrists, forcing her arms further behind her back and pulling a soft gasp from between her lips that borderlined on a moan.
âWell now you have my attention. What are you going to do with it?â She was unable to ignore the challenge that laced in his tone and the sharp edge in his voice. Maybe she had lit a fire that she hadnât quite anticipated burning like this.
âWhat do you think I should do with it? Because I can think of a few things that I can do with it.â There was a voice in the back of her head that was telling her that she needed to chill out, but she was never one to listen to that voice anyway so why start now?
âI have had a few thoughts of my own now that you mention it. And I do recall that you said something about how you wanted to get into trouble.â His lips were dangerously close and she was dying to have him close the distance. She was seconds away from begging for it if she needed to.
Amaya opened her mouth to answer but she was cut off by the oven timer going off, signaling that the meatloaf was ready to be taken out. âYouâll never know now. Dinner is done.â She went to wiggle free from his grasp but it only resulted in him holder her even tighter, delicious pricks of pain coursing through her shoulder blades that had her chew on the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning out loud.
âYou cannot keep using food to run away from me.â Her eyes were trained on his tongue, watching as it peeked out from between his full lips and moved across the bottom one, stealing every bit of her attention for a few seconds.
Just fucking kiss me.
The words were on the tip of her tongue but she held them back. Instead she chose to smile in response.
âIf you would like to starve instead of eating the delicious dinner I made then be my guest, but do you know how hard it is to get the smell of burnt meat out of an apartment?â She lifted her brows.
TâChalla made a sound in the back of his throat as if he were thinking and there was a moment of silence before he finally released her wrists. She was both grateful and a little disappointed when he did. She grabbed both of their glasses on her way back to the kitchen. She made it just in time, turning the oven off and pulling the hot dish from inside. She grabbed the only two plates that matched and placed two slices on each plate. She quickly heated up the mashed potatoes and green beans before placing servings of each next to the meatloaf. She took TâChallaâs plate and now full glass back out the living room first and placed them on the coffee table, finding that he had made himself comfortable in the time that she had been gone, having stripped from his jacket to showcase the way the cotton material of his shirt stretched across his chest.
She had to tear her eyes away from him so that she could go get her own food. She could feel his eyes watching her every move. âStop staring at my legs.â
Her words were met with his laughter, the sound following her as she grabbed her own plate and glass of wine. She settled on the couch, curling her legs underneath her body. She looked at him expectantly and waited for him to take the first bite. She watched him chew and go back for a second bite without saying a word.
âYouâre staring.â He finally looked at her, another bite just inches away from his mouth.
âAnd youâre not telling me if you like it or not. I gotta tell my grandma something.â
âDid your grandmother make this?â
âNo, it was her recipe and when I told her I was making it for you, she wanted me to report back so to speak.â She finally dug into her own food, cutting off a piece of meatloaf and popping it into her mouth.
âWell, you can tell her that I love it.â A little smile came to his lips. âSo you told your grandmother about me?â
âDonât let it go to your head or anything. My grandma is just nosy and wants to know about everyone in my life even if they donât mean anything.â She pointed her fork in his direction, rolling her eyes playfully.
âI really am starting to get the impression that youâre just trying to hurt me tonight. Now I do not mean anything. I know when I am not wantedâŠâ He started to rise from his seat, but Amaya quickly moved her legs from underneath her and placed them across his lap to keep from getting up.
âDidnât anyone ever teach you that you canât get up from the table until your plate is clean?â She kept her legs draped across his lap even after he sat back down. âShould I have a conversation with your mother so she can have a conversation with you?â
His gaze on her thighs was so intense that she could almost physically feel it, and it was a few long moments before his eyes were on hers again. âWhy go through all the trouble when you could cut out the middle man and have the conversation right now?â
âYou have a point, but did you ever think that maybe I just donât want to?â She smirked at him from around her forkful of mashed potatoes.
âThereâs something you should know about me, AmayaâŠ.â She found herself hanging on his last word as he took another bite of food, waiting for him to finish his statement. âI am very good at persuading people into doing things.â
âI really donât doubt that, but I can be pretty stubborn when I want to be so I might not be as easy as the other women youâre use to dealing with.â She pulled in a sharp breath when his thumb brushed against her knee and the look in his eyes let her know that he knew exactly what he was doing.
âLet the record show that I am currently not dealing with any other women. Just you.â All the playfulness had left his voice and he held her gaze until she was the one to look away.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from smiling too hard. She hadnât really thought about if there would be other women that he was talking to, but to hear that there werenât made her feel good. It had been a long time since she had felt secure enough to not have to worry about being played by someone. Hearing it from TâChalla made her believe it even if she had no way of proving it. He wasnât Rod and he wasnât going to run off and get someone pregnant after telling her all of the right things. He didnât seem like that kind of man and he didnât deserve the comparison to Rod even on his worse day.
âIn case you were wondering, itâs just you too.â She cleared her throat and finally looked up at him only to find him smiling back at her.
âI do enjoy the sound of those words.â
âI just bet you do.â She was grateful the moment had shifted back to playful as it had grown a little too serious, giving her an odd feeling in her stomach.
âI would also really enjoy dessert if there is any.â She had been so focused on him that she hardly realized he was done with his food.
âSo Iâm gonna be straight up with you, I suck at bakingâŠ...like I canât even make box pudding without messing it up somehow and I didnât think it would be fair to just go out and buy something from the store.â She pulled her lips between her teeth and averted her eyes. She only looked up when she heard his laughter. âThatâs not funny! Stop laughing!â She swatted at his arm a few times.
âI apologize. Iâm not laughing because I think itâs funny. No one has ever put that much thought into making me dinner before.â TâChallaâs laughter faded into a soft chuckle before giving way completely. âIf anything, I think itâs cute that you put so much thought into it.â
âIf it helps, I have ice cream.â She was trying her best not to smile, but it wasnât making it easy for her. He really was a charming bastard when he wanted to be and she hated how easy it was for her to fall right into it. She wasnât even trying to fight it at this point. There was no need.
âWhat flavor?â
âStrawberry cheesecake.â
âI accept that flavor.â He leaned forward to place his plate down on the coffee table, coming back and resting his hand on her legs as if it was something they had done before. Amaya had to contain herself because she was very close to jumping all over him in response.
âYou didnât have a choice. Itâs the only favor we eat in this house.â When she started to pull her legs from his lap, he fingers wrapped around them to keep her put. âYou know, in order for me to actually get that ice cream, I have to go to the kitchen which means I have to get up and that means my legs have to leave your lap Iâm afraid.â
âThis is quite comfortable though.â He shrugged his shoulders, fingers trailing up and down her calf never once moving above the knee even if she wanted him to. She was actually dying for him to do it. It had crossed her mind more than just once.
âBut think of how good the ice cream is gonna taste.â Now she was thinking about the ice cream and despite how good his fingers felt against her bare skin, she was craving the frozen treat now.
âYou have a pointâŠ..â He lifted one hand to tug at the hairs of his beard gently before lifting his other hand from her leg.
She paused before swinging her legs from his lap and collected their plates to take to the sink. She rinsed them off as a way to try to buy herself a little more time. Even more time was bought when she went to the freezer and took a quick shot from the vodka bottle that lie within before she grabbed the pint of ice cream. This man was truly working a number on her and she wasnât use to it. She picked up two spoons on the way back to the living room. When she sat down, her legs were being pulled back into his lap and she found herself being pulled closer to him, her hip right up against his and his hands now resting on her thighs.
âYou really have gotten comfortable?â She teased him but didnât pull away because she was also a little comfortable though she would never admit it out loud to him. âI figured this would make up for the fact that I ate our last dessertâŠ.completelyâŠ..by myself.â She pulled off the plastic that surrounded the top before peeling off the top and licking some of the ice cream that was there. She could feel him staring but she decided to ignore it and instead handed him his spoon, beating him to taking the first bite.
âI have realized something.â She was so focused on the way his tongue moved across the bottom of the spoon that she almost didnât hear him.
âAnd whatâs that? Because Iâve realized something myself, but you first.â
âYou never did tell me why you wanted to become a lawyer.â His thumb moved across her bottom lip, catching a bit of ice cream that lingered at the corner of her mouth before she could lick it away, and sucking his thumb clean. He did it in such a fluid motion that it almost felt like a normal thing between them that she shouldnât be so turned on by.
âA lot of things. I guess it started when I was younger. I use to be obsessed with Law and Order, you know the tv show, and I use to think being a lawyer was the coolest job in the world and then I went to college and I took a pre law class and I saw it was nothing like tv. Somehow that made me want to do it even more because it wasnât about the glory of winning a case, itâs more about trying to help people and thatâs the part I love.â She licked at her spoon and made a small face. âAnd thereâs so many people, especially black people, that are falsely accused of all of these crimes and end up going to jail because they canât afford a good lawyer. I donât think the justice system to should only work for the people who have a few zeros attached to their bank account or look a certain way.â She looked up from the ice cream and saw him staring at her. âWhat?â
A hint of a smile started to pull at his lips. âNothing. You just have a really good heart. I can admire that in a person.â
âYouâre just saying that to make me smile.â
âI am saying it because I believe it. Your beautiful smile is just a nice bonus.â He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She knew this move and she knew what would come nextâŠ..except it didnât come next because TâChalla didnât kiss her.
Amaya felt her stomach drop a little with disappointment. She hadnât realized how much she wanted him to kiss until she thought it was going to happen and it didnât. It was like a slight blow to the ego that he hadnât kissed her yet. She didnât care if it was technically the second date. She wasnât one to fuck on the first date, but she wasnât opposed to a little kissing by the second or the third. Hell, she would have fucked him on the first date if the opportunity arose so kissing definitely wouldnât have been a problem in her opinion.
Changing the subject would be the best thing for her to do because no matter how much she wanted to ask him why she hadnât kissed him yet, she didnât really want to know the answer to that.
âSo letâs say I wanted to become king of Wakanda, what would I have to do in order to do that?â She scooped up more ice cream to keep her mouth busy from asking the question that she really wanted to ask.
âKill me.â He said it so nonchalantly that it took her off guard.
âWait. Seriously?â
âItâs ritual combat. You either would have to kill me or get me to yield, and I never yield.â âWhat else?â All of this fascinated her, and she really did want to keep him talking because she enjoyed listening to him.
âDo you plan on taking me out to become king?â With his eyes searching her face, he shifted his body, bringing her even closer to him. Close enough that she could the faint amount of grey that was peppered throughout his beard.
âHow old are you?â She blurted out and ignored the question she had been asked. It was something she did. When she got a question in her mind, she needed to know the answer immediately or else it would bother her until she found out. Sometimes she would even fixate on it, letting it consume on her.
â37.â His brows furrowed and sat low on his forehead in his confusion.
There was a 15 year age between the two of them that placed them in very different places in their lives. It wasnât something that had crossed her mind before. The only thing that concerned her was how attracted to this man she was. She never thought to worry about how much older he was than her. In a very strange world, he was old enough to be her father, or at the very least her older brotherâŠ..maybe a distant uncle she only ever met at family reunions.
âWhy do you look so horrified?â She hadnât realized that a look had come to her face.
âYou donât have any kids, do you? None that are currently on the way?â
âNo, definitely not.â He let out a low chuckle and shook his head. âIs that what you are worried about?â
âNo. Iâm more worried that you might want different things than I do because youâre so old.â Now that it had come to her attention, it was all that she could focus on.
âI wasnât aware that I was âso oldâ.â
âYou know what I mean.â
He gently pulled the carton and spoon from her hands and placed them down on the coffee table before giving her his full attention. âAnd what do you think that I want?â
âIâm not sure.â She leaned one arm against the back of the couch and used the crook of her elbow to cradle her cheek.
âAlright. Then what is that you want?â
âIâm not sure.â
âThen how can you be sure that I might want different things than you do?â He lifted a brow.
âNo one told you to poke holes in my theory like this.â She pushed at his chest and swung her legs from his lap so that she scoot away from him.
He caught her arm and pulled her back, wrapping an around her waist so she couldnât get too far away. âI would not call it poking holes in your theory. I was simply showing you that you had no reason to worry.â
âI see your point.â With her hip pressed against him, she could feel the vibrations that came from his pocket. His arm released her waist and he reached into his pocket as she moved away from him a little so he could grab it. âDo you need to take that?â
âItâs not a phone call. Itâs a reminder of my meeting in the morning.â His thumb slid across the screen before he was sliding it back into his pocket.
âOh. Iâm guessing you need to go then?â She did her best not to sound disappointed.
âUnfortunately. If I could cancel this meeting I would.â She narrowed her eyes a little at him. âWhat?â
âI thought you said you were coming for me?â
âI did come for you, but what kind of a king would I be if I didnât get a little work done while I was here?â He teased and she found herself smiling a little.
âProbably a terrible one.â She tossed back as she stood up to her feet slowly, watching as he mirrored her actions as he grabbed his jacket from the arm of the couch. She tried to keep herself from acting like a little girl who was having her favorite toy taking away as she walked him to the front door. âI had a lot of fun tonight and Iâll make sure to tell my grandma you said her recipe was the best youâve ever tasted.
âSomehow I do not remember saying all of that.â
âHumor the old woman and let her have this win. You wouldnât deny and old woman that, would you?â She leaned against the doorframe after opening the door for him.
âI wouldnât dream of doing that to your poor grandmother.â He pulled on his jacket and somehow made even that look like the sexiest thing Amaya had seen in her whole life. This man was a whole ass man.
âI think sheâll really appreciate that.â She smiled at him and found herself unwilling to let him leave even if she knew it needed to happen.
TâChalla leaned down and closed the distance between the two of them and once again she thought he was going to kiss, but instead she felt his lips brush against her cheek. She was about to take matters into her own hands if he didnât get it together, but she would let him slide this time.
âI will call you tomorrow.â She nodded her head and he gave her one last smile before she watched him walk down the hall.
She let out a small sigh as she closed the door and locked it. She grabbed the melted ice cream from off the table and replaced the top before going to put back into the freezer. She started to load the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen when she was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Other than TâChalla she hadnât been expecting anyone else so it was probably just Charlie who forgot her key once again. She tossed the dish towel down on the counter and went to answer the door. She peeped through the peep hole and was surprised to find TâChalla standing on the other side with a look of determination on his features. She immediately opened the door.
âDid you forget something?â
âActually I did.â
He grabbed her arm and yanked her close until her chest was pressed right up against his. Before she had a chance to react, his lips were finally pressing against hers. There was nothing sweet about his kiss. He kissed her as if he had something to prove and she loved every second of it. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck as she stood on her toes trying to get closer and his arms wrapped around her waist.
Amaya let out a soft moan as he gripped her hips tightly. He was finally giving her exactly what she wanted and it was even better than she had thought it would be. She felt his tongue move across her bottom lip enough to make her part of her lips. She could taste the sweet taste of ice cream on his tongue and it sent sparks electrifying all over her body. Her fingers moved and she pulled at the short coils of hair as she felt her back hitting the wall near her door, trapping her between it and the hard planes of his muscular frame.
His hand crept down her body and his fingers curled around her thigh, lifting it off the ground and hooking it around his waist. The way he pressed into her allowed her to feel just how hard his body truly was and it pulled a needy whimper from somewhere deep in her chest. She took it upon herself to lift her other leg, wrapping it around his waist along with the first one, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. He seemed to waste on time placing his hands underneath her ass, strong hands holding her up and gripping her ass tightly all in the same regard, pushing her even harder against him to allow her to feel just how much he also wanted this. If this was what she had been waiting for then it was well worth the wait.
By the time he pulled away from her lips, she was breathless, but craning her neck forward for more. She wasnât ready for the moment to end just yet. She had to bite down on her tongue to keep from letting out a small sound of frustration as he placed her feet back down on the ground. Her hands moved from his neck down the front of his body, unabashedly feeling him in the process. She stared at his chest for a few moments before she looked up at him.
âDid you find what you forgot, Sir?â
âSome of it. The rest I think I should save for later if that is alright with you.â He cupped her chin gently, a far cry from the way he had just roughly kissed her.
âDepends on much later. I donât think I have a whole lot of patience left.â She toyed with the zipper on his jacket.
âI am afraid you will need to find some. It could be a while...or it might not to be. Youâll have to be a good girl to find out.â The moan she let out was almost inaudible, but the ghost of a smile on his lips let her know that it wasnât as quiet as she thought it had been. Those two words shouldnât sound so good coming from him and yet there she was, with a heartbeat between her legs because of them. âCan you do that for me?â
She nodded her head once. âI think I can do that if the reward is worth it.â
âI would like to think it will be more than worth it.â There was a promise in his words that she was hoping like hell that he could keep.
âThen I can do that for you.â
âThatâs what I like to hear. I will call you tomorrow. Goodnight, Amaya.â His lips brushed against her cheek once more and she found herself watching him disappear down the hall again.
âWell damn child. I can see why you didnât want my grandsons.â Miss Catherineâs raspy voice brought Amaya back to reality. The older woman stood in her doorway with a black garbage in her hand and bright pink rollers in her hair. âIf I was 20 years youngerâŠ..the things I would let that man do to me.â
âGoodnight Miss Catherine.â Amaya couldnât help but laugh as she slipped back into her apartment and closed the door, her lips still tasting of TâChalla when she licked them.
#t'challa fanfiction#t'challa imagine#t'challa fanfic#t'challa smut#t'challa fluff#black panther fanfiction#black panther smut#black panther imagine#black panther fic#black panther fluff
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KuzuHina Week - Day Four
Still the 17th for me so Iâm not late. But hereâs a continuation of dragon!fuyu, the dinner date! You can read the first part here or on ao3.
Title: Wine and Dine // AO3 Word Count:Â 2,333 Warnings/Tags:Â T. Alternate universe, dragon!fuyu, unresolved sexual tension, minato is now my default rando unimportant oc name apparently. Prompt:Â Alternate Universe
Hajime spends no less than an hour getting ready for his dinner with Fuyuhiko. An hour after a lengthy shower and his bed is covered in shirts and pants and ties. Fuyuhiko had sent him a text with a time and the name of the restaurant he made reservations for but that was all, so Hajime could do nothing more than look the place up. Itâs a fancy steak place, four dollar signs and a dress code, reservations only. In the end, Hajime ends up calling Chiaki for advice and she tells him to go with the dark green shirt that brings out his eyes and black slacks and tie. The shirt is a bit tight, heâd filled out in his chest and shoulders since heâd bought it, but itâs nothing obscene. The pants will be hell to get off past his knees but they make his ass look admittedly good. He tames his hair as best he can and spritzes cologne he was gifted at some point but never used. Then he has to leave or heâs going to be late.
Fuyuhikoâs waiting for him out front. Heâs in all charcoal grey and black save for a glossy gold tie with some sort of embroidered decoration in a burnt gold tone. Hajime jogs up to him, heart in his throat. âHey, sorry Iâm late. Did you wait long?â
âI just got here,â Fuyuhiko says. He looks Hajime up and down slowly, lingering at his chest and Hajime starts to regret not changing. But Fuyuhiko smirks and draws his bottom lip between his teeth, meeting Hajimeâs eyes. âYou look good.â
Hajime short-circuits but manages to stumble out a, âYou tooâ voice cracking and going an octave too high.
Fuyuhiko leads the way inside, Hajime keeping to his side and feeling well and truly out of place. They go up to the host and Fuyuhiko gives his name. The host grabs two menus and leads the way to a table covered in a silk eggshell colored tablecloth and even though itâs only set for two, there are more plates and utensils than Hajimeâs ever seen outside of movies.
The host says their waiter will be with them shortly and suggests some wines before leaving them to it. The wine menu is extensive, to say the least, and Hajime doesnât want to image the cost per glass much less per bottle.
âAre you a red or white wine sort of person?â Fuyuhiko asks.
âWhite, usually. I havenât really acquired the taste for red yet.â
With a snort, Fuyuhiko says, âIf a taste needs to be âacquiredâ, itâs not worth it.â Knowing that Fuyuhiko has a huge sweet tooth, it doesnât surprise Hajime that he doesnât like red wine. He almost feels like heâs passed a test.
But then their waiter arrives. He introduces himself as Minato and asks what theyâd like for drinks as he sets down a basket of assorted bread and pours them chilled water. Hajime must make some sort of panicked expression even though he tries to keep his face neutral because Fuyuhiko grins at him and takes over, saving Hajime from figuring out the wine menu. He rattles off some sort of wine that Minato commends and then theyâre left alone to peruse the menu. Hajime tries his best to contain his reaction to the prices.
âDonât worry about anything, itâs on me so order whatever sounds good,â Fuyuhiko says. Heâs not looking at the menu, instead just watching Hajime with his whisky gold eyes.
âUh, I donât really know what most of these are,â Hajime admits, laughs a bit self-deprecatingly.
âIf you want, we can go somewhere else,â Fuyuhiko offers. He comes across sincere, looks ready to tell the waiter to never mind, they wonât actually be dining with them tonight.
âNo, no, this is fine, great! Just, outside of my comfort zone. I, uh, canât exactly afford to go to places like this.â
âThen take full advantage,â Fuyuhiko says. âI donât do this often so I will be.â His tone implies that thereâs more to his words and Hajime has to look back down and carefully read through the salads because Fuyuhikoâs grin is filthy.
There are a lot of unfamiliar items listed and whole sections that are for paranormal specific diets in a variety of other languages. Hajime sticks to somewhat familiar items that are safe for mundanes. Fuyuhiko asks for his opinion on appetizers and everything either sounds good or completely unfamiliar and he doesnât want to pick something that Fuyuhiko might not like.
âIâm good with anything that wonât kill me, so whatever you think is good,â he says. Thereâre too many choices and heâs already nervous enough as it is. âIâm not a picky eater.â Picking his entrĂ©e is more than enough for tonight.
By the time Hajimeâs narrowed down his decision between two cuts of steak Minato returns with their wine and Fuyuhiko goes through the fancy wine tasting ritual before declaring it fine and two modest glasses are poured. The bottle is set at the edge of the table in an ice bucket.
âWould you like a few more minutes to decide?â the waiter asks.
âIâm set,â Fuyuhiko says. âHajime?â
Hajime nods and Fuyuhiko takes the lead, Hajime only chipping in to order his main. The waiter repeats their order, takes their menus, and then goes off. Once heâs gone, Fuyuhiko raises his glass. Hajime clinks his against it gently and takes a sip. The wine is the lightest wine heâs ever had, crisp and a touch sweet.
âHow is it?â
âGood.â Hajime eyes the bottle to see the name and make a mental note. Itâs probably way out of his price range but for a special occasion, he might be able to make an exception. âLight and sweet.â
âItâs why I like it. Not the best for steak, Iâll admit, but it tastes good and doesnât fill you up.â
Hajime helps himself to one of the rolls and tears it in half to slather it with the butter. Itâs not regular butter and itâs one of the best things heâs ever had. He tries to sneakily coat probably more than the recommended amount on his roll but Fuyuhiko nudges the little bowl over to him and pick one of the sliced breads to eat plain.
âItâs champagne brie butter,â Fuyuhiko says. âMy favorite thing about this place, after their filet.â
Hajime pushes the butter back towards the center. âIâm not going to hog it.â Especially if itâs one of Fuyuhikoâs favorite parts of the restaurant. Fuyuhiko just shakes his head at him but he butters his bread with liberal blob and licks his lips of all stray traces of butter.
âSo,â he says, picking out another piece of bread, âyouâre going to the local university, right? Whatâre you studying?â
âMostly education and literature. I want to teach. And Iâm minoring in paranormal studies.â
Fuyuhiko selects a roll and breaks off a piece, popping it in his mouth. âAnd what have you learned about dragons in your studies?â
Hajime feels warm, wants to shrink back at Fuyuhikoâs pointed gaze. If thereâs one thing heâs learned from being a mundane in paranormal-centric classes, often the only mundane at that, itâs that he has to tread very carefully when talking about a race to their face.
Luckily, he can dodge this potential bullet for now. âI havenât taken that class yet.â
âThereâs a class just on dragons?â Fuyuhiko sounds intrigued, maybe a touch smug.
Hajime nods. âUnlike the region based classes, dragons are from essentially every corner of the globe. Even amongst the Eastern dragons thereâs a lot of differences and variations so thereâs actually an Eastern dragons class as well as a Western one. For one of my requirements Iâll have to do at least one of those.â
âIf you take the Eastern class, I could tutor you,â Fuyuhiko offers and the images in Hajimeâs head make him squirm in his seat and reach for his wine. Heâs being ridiculous, taking every innocent comment and twisting it. But he chokes on his generous sip when Fuyuhiko reveals that his offer is not far from Hajimeâs gutter-drenched thoughts. âAlthough I canât say that what I could teach you would be something your professor would test you on. At least they shouldnât be.â
Fuyuhiko licks bread crumbs and butter from his finger with one long lazy swipe of his tongue.
Hajime downs the rest of his wine and hopes it can excuse his flaming cheeks and ears. He doesnât know if heâs grateful or not to Minato who returns with their entrĂ©e. Itâs a shrimp dish, the shrimps large and glazed in a brown sauce that smells like spicy barbecue.
Minato tops up Hajimeâs wine and Hajime makes a mental note to slow down. His tolerance isnât terrible but he wants to keep as much of his wits about him as he can. Itâs hard enough as it is, he doesnât need to self-sabotage by drinking too much.
They go back to safer, innocuous topics. Hajime talks about his classes, his degree, what heâs planning on doing after. Fuyuhiko tells him about how his sister was an absolute terror until high school where she became a different sort of terror.
âShe hated me growing up,â Fuyuhiko says and Hajime canât imagine anyone hating the dragon before him. âEveryone wanted her to be the heir, but I just happened to be born first and take to my dragon form a lot quicker. I spent more time as a dragon than as a human when I was little.â
Hajime easily imagines a tiny gold dragon taking naps on windowsills and stealing cookies. He imagines a tiny Fuyuhiko, smaller than he already is but eyes big and round in the way of children. He wishes he could see pictures. Fuyuhiko must have been absolutely adorable.
They get through their entrĂ©e with minimal provocation and choking on behalf of Fuyuhiko and Hajime, respectively. Hajimeâs still taking his wine slow though, but Fuyuhikoâs almost on his third glass. He doesnât seem affected thanks to his dragon blood, quick metabolism and high tolerance. Their main course arrives, Hajimeâs a simple 6oz steak and Fuyuhikoâs a 12oz with a lobster tail, and Hajimeâs mouth waters. His is a perfect medium rare and from the ruby red, Fuyuhikoâs a good, bleeding rare. Fuyuhikoâs eyes flash, his pupils narrow into slits. When he opens his mouth to take a bite, his teeth are a touch more pointed than the dulled, flat edges of a humanâs.
âHow is it?â Fuyuhiko asks when Hajime takes his first bite.
âAmazing,â Hajime answers truthfully. âProbably the best steak Iâve ever had.â
Fuyuhikoâs smile is pleased. âTheir swordfish is also really good. Iâd recommend that for next time.â
Hajime manages to smile and nod, maybe a bit too widely and little too aggressively considering heâs not the biggest seafood. Next time echoes in his mind on loop. Fuyuhikoâs talking about a next time. A smile is fixed on Hajime face as they work on their meals and carry on conversing. Despite his awkwardness, conversation is easy with Fuyuhiko. They talk about movies and books, work and school, friends and family, and whatever else comes to their minds. Thereâs only minimal suggestive teasing from Fuyuhiko but Hajime has to force himself to keep his eyes from Fuyuhikoâs mouth wrapping around his fork. Just meeting Fuyuhikoâs molten gold eyes that spark and light with intention as if he can read Hajimeâs mind does more than enough.
At one point, Hajime accidently nudges Fuyuhikoâs foot under the table. His apology is cut short when Fuyuhikoâs foot, slipped free from his shoe, slides up the side of Hajimeâs leg while the devious, teasing dragon asks about Hajimeâs favorite books heâs studied in his classes.
The dinner overall is a test of restraint and willpower but Hajime manages to get through without jumping Fuyuhiko right then and there. His pants are tight for two reasons. Heâs never eaten so much in one sitting but the cost weighs on his mind and he makes sure to eat every bite, on that itâs much of a hardship when it comes to how great it all tastes.
âThat was amazing,â Hajime says. His wine glass is still a few swallows from empty but heâs feeling that heady lightness from the alcohol fuzzes the edges of his senses. Fuyuhiko has his last few sips, throat working and tongue licking away a stray drop from his lips when heâs done. Hajime busies himself by emptying his glass, looking at the ceiling to gather his wits.
Minato comes by to take their cleared plates. âWould you like to look at the dessert menu? We also have coffee and some excellent cognac that just came in.â
Thereâs no doubt their dessert will be fantastic, but Hajimeâs full to bursting and canât imagine trying to eat anything more, much as he might want to. But he knows Fuyuhiko has a sweet tooth, dessert probably his favorite part of any meal and leaves the decision in Fuyuhikoâs hands. Fuyuhiko has a thoughtful expression that turns mischievous and bodes ill for Hajimeâs self-restraint.
âCould you give us a minute?â he asks. When Minatoâs back is to them, Fuyuhiko turns on Hajime with dark, promising eyes.
âI have a suggestion. We could sit here for dessert and coffee and Iâll savor their delicious chocolate and whiskey mousse.â The image alone has Hajime squirming. Heâs barely survived as it is and heâs under no illusion that Fuyuhiko wonât try to break him with dessert. âOr. Or, we can get dessert to go and you can taste the mousse and cognac I have at home off of me. However you image that.â
Hajime imagines that a lot of ways, none of them fit for public without threat of arrest for public indecency. âTo go,â he says, blushing furiously. Fuyuhiko grins and asks for one mousse and their check.
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âWild Ratâ Ch. 2
Stay With Me by junkercrush
Ch. 2 out of 3
Pairing: Wild!Junkrat x Gender-Neutral Zookeeper!Reader
Rating: SFW
Words: 1,451
Authorâs Note: There are many Junkrats in this story. âGreenâ is your main Rat. ^_^
Chapter Two
You almost forgot how huge Overwatch zoo was. It made Blizzard World look like a small, local kiddie park. Zookeepers had to drive everywhere to tend to all the species in the park. If visitors didnât feel like walking, there were free trolley rides, buses, and rental bikes.
Charlotte made sure each wild being felt like they were back in their natural habitat. For the Rats, it was acres of desert terrain like the Australian Outback.
You drove out with Rodney and Joey to the area. The sun was already beating down upon your head. You fanned yourself furiously with a cheap paper fan Joey had given you.
âWhat are you doing?â Rodney asked as he parked the range rover. Joey was smearing his face with sunblock.
âGetting ready!â He said.
Rodney sighed. âWeâre only going to be here no more than 15 minutes. (Y/N), can you help me with the coolers?â
You nodded and followed Rodney to the back of the vehicle. âWhatâs inside?â You asked.
âPeace offerings. Youâll find out soon.â
You, Joey, and Rodney went out to a small area surrounded by bare trees, tire swings, rusty sheds (Junkrat houses?), and a swimming hole. Rodney opened the coolers. Chilled, boba tea bottles nestled inside.
You looked around. Not a Rat in sight yet. âWhere are they?â
Joey and Rodney took out small, white poppers from their pockets and tossed them to the ground. They popped instantly. Maniacal laughter echoed in the distance. Joey gives you some poppers. âTheyâre coming. Pop these.â He tells you.
You made your popping noises, and more laughter filled the terrain. You squint your eyes and see a pack of mangy Junkrats running towards your group. All of them have the same mechanical arm and leg replacements. Some of them wore peculiar costumes, others wore shorts of different colors.
â(Y/N), youâd want to stay close to me.â Rodney recommended.
You huddled closer to Rodney and Joey as the Junkrats surrounded you. They were jabbering incoherent sentences, something about bombs and fire. One Rat pointed at the coolers and dove in for their beverage rewards. Another Rat, dressed like a scarecrow, tried to run away with one cooler. The other Rats hissed at him and tackled him into the ground. Scarecrow screamed as the other Rats attacked him with their legs and fists. Â You covered your mouth in horror. They were so ruthless!
âGeez, donât kill each other.â Joe groaned and whipped out a spray bottle filled with water. The Rats calmed down in an instant. Scarecrow shoved the cooler back to Joey. He took one drink like everybody else.
Rodney counted the Rat pack. âHmm, Joe? Have you seen Green?â
Both men pulled out their binoculars (you forgot yours) and searched the area. Rodney popped more little firecrackers. The Rats hopped excitedly in response.
âI donât see him,â Rodney stated.
âCrap.â Joe sighed.
You stood close by the swimming hole and cautiously handed out bottles to the Rats. One wearing pink, patchy shorts wiggled its ears at you. Another Rat, dressed like a jester, sniffed you.
âH-Hi.â You said to the Jester. He snatched the bottle from you and ran to a tree, just to sit on a branch and stare down at you.
You turned to Joey. âWhoâs Green?â
âOne of our color-coded Rats. You can tell by their shorts.â Joey replied. He points to the pink shorts Rat happily sipping his drink by the swimming hole. âThatâs Pinky.â And two others fighting over a bottle. Rodney sprays water at them. âThatâs Yellow and Black. You get the drift.â
Jester yelps and points at the swimming hole. You follow his finger to a floating pair of green shorts. âOh no.â You gasped.
Joey snatches the shorts out of the water. âCrap! Rodney, câmereââ
A naked Rat springs out of the swimming hole and grabs you. âGâday, mate!â He yells.
You pushed him off of you and ran towards the range rover, screaming. He hops on your back cackling. The other Rats laugh and holler.
âGreen!â Rodney shouts. âOff. Now.â
Green growls and hops off your back. He snatches his shorts from Joe and puts them on.Â
âYou all right?â Joey asks.
âYeah.â You chuckled. Although Green scared the shit out of you, you found the scenario quite hilarious. Itâs better than stepping on a mine or a bear trap.
Later, you handed more tea bottles to the Rats. Joey and Rodney introduced you to all of them, 11 in total. The Rats were all calm now, swinging on their tire swings, chattering, chewing on sticks, and napping.
Pinky rested on your lap. He whined for you to scratch his back. Now, here you are stuck with him. The other Rats were jealous, especially Green. He kept pacing back and forth from afar, huffing and kicking dirt. Rodney observed him, writing notes down on a clipboard.
âLooks like youâre getting along with them well,â Rodney commented to you. âAt this pace, youâll do well with the Reapers.â
You glanced at Joe. He cringed and mouthed ânoâ to you.
âIâll think about it. Iâll have to ask Charlotte first.â You suggested.
Pinky finally woke up and scurried off to play with a beach ball with Scarecrow and Orange. Orange was the bald one thanks to a severe case of lice. Jester and Yellow hobbled towards you, sniffing you and petting your hair. They squealed with excitement as you offered them their fourth round of boba tea.
âHow many times you feed the Rats?â You asked Rodney.
âAbout two to three times a week. They donât eat and drink much.â
âYouâll know when theyâre starving. They start screaming.â Joe added.
Jester and Yellow started cuddling up against you. Suddenly, the two growled and chomped their teeth at each other. âHey, cut that out!â You ordered.
Rodney and Joe were about to take out their spray bottles again until Green arrived. He threw you over his shoulder and let out a terrible screech at the other Rats. You couldnât see, but you heard Jester and Yellow run away, cowering with fright.
You tapped on Greenâs back. âYou can put me down.â
âNo,â Green responded.
Joe stood in front of Green. âPut. (Y/N). Down.â You heard him spritz water at Green. Some trickle down your legs. Green didnât budge. You didnât think it wouldnât work on him since heâs been hiding in the swimming hole not too ago.
âGreen, itâs okay.â You whispered. You scratched his back, a trick you learned from Pinky. The Rats apparently loved it.
Green made a little purr and placed you back on your feet. He nudged his head against your shoulder. The other Rats stared with yearning.
âI believe itâs time for us to go.â Rodney declared.
Back in the rover, you looked back as you rode away from the Junkratsâ terrain. Green ran after the car as fast as his two mismatched legs could take him. Rodney, driving, slowly increased the speed. Green moved down to the ground, running on fours. You stared at him, surprised. Â He was determined to get you. You never have seen a Junkrat do this, not even in all the wildlife documentaries youâve watched about them.
You tapped the back of Rodneyâs seat. âHey, can we stop for a sec?â You asked.Â
âIf we do, Green will never let you leave,â Joey said.
You looked at Rodney. He didnât reply, his sights focused on returning to the main zoo grounds.
The determined Rat was still after the car, speeding through the roverâs dust. His persistence made your heart sink. You grabbed a boba bottle from a cooler next to you and grabbed the car door handle. Youâd jump out of a vehicle for an animal in need.
Rodney caught on to your plan in the rearview mirror and slammed on the breaks. âGo.â He muttered. Joey eyed you like you were crazy.
âThank you.â You smiled and ran out of the vehicle.
Green sat on the ground, covered in dust waiting for you with a wide, toothy grin. You chuckled at the sight of his dirty face and wiped it off with a towel.
âHere.â You offered the boba bottle to Green. He took it and drank it all in one, long sip.
âMate,â Green said as he hugged your legs. You petted his head then he ran off to join his pack.
You watched on until Rodney blew his car horn. â(Y/N), weâre going to meet the Meis. Youâll love them too!â He shouted. Â You ran back to the rover and watched the Rat pack until you couldnât see them no more.
<---Chapter 1Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Chapter 3--->
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DIY: Spray Dye!
We've posted bunches of DIYs on dyeing your socks before, it's one of the most fun and easy ways to customize your sock drawer. But, we recently encountered a different way to dye, one that reminds us more of bleach stamping, thanks to it's stencil-ability: spray dye! It's way easier than vat or pot dyeing and super fun, so let's learn how to spray that dye!
Because we wanted to show the full range of possibility, I tried several different techniques: spraying on dry, spraying on damp, spraying on wet, and using smoothly textured stockings. What I learned is that there's a world of ways to mix and match techniques, so if you're interested in using spray dye, get ready to experiment! It's very fun but you'll want to test things out before working on that dream project. Luckily, I've tested some things for you, so you can go into your spray dye session with confidence!
First, here's what you'll need:
A work surface covered with newspaper (and I recommend laying down a plastic trash bag or something, THEN newspaper, for minimum mess). Be sure to really cover everything, you don't want any stray spray spattering things unwanted!
Simple designs to use as stencils. I used some printed-out clip art shapesâhere's the sheet I used.
If your designs are on regular printer paper, you'll also want a sturdier piece of card, because it's gonna get soggy quick.
A craft blade to cut out your shapes and something safe to cut on.
Your spray dye, I'm using SEI Tumble Dye, picked up at a local craft store. Other dyes can be diluted and put into spray bottles as well, you'll want to read instructions on the dyes you use for best water-to-dye ratios.
Socks to dye! For science, I'm using a wide range: Extraordinary Thigh Highs, O Basics, Midcalf Woolies and the Opaque Nylon Stockings
Not shown: a place to lay out the socks to dry
Optional: a spray bottle of water
Optional: cardboard to put in the socks for less bleed-through
These spray dyes are pretty neat. I picked up a range of options, they were all under $5 each: two plain colours (Mint and Turquoise), two glitters (Silver and Gold) and a glow in the dark. The instructions are very clear on the packaging, you basically shake before using, spray and dye. They do also say "no gloves needed" but my fingertips ended up getting a bit dyed, so unless you're incredibly neat and way better at spritzing than I am, you may want gloves.
Spray dye on dry socks
I'll start with some Extraordinary Thigh Highs. To prevent excess bleed-through, I cut up an old shipping box into one long strip and slid the sock I was working on over it. It's a little tricky, but if you gather the sock up like you're putting it on a leg, you'll be good.
I cut out my stencil shapes, saving the cut out part to use as a reverse stencil. Simple shapes are good, both in making them easier to cut out and so the edges of the shape aren't lost from the texture of the sock or the dye bleeding.
Time to spray! The bottles were pretty easy to use, but some of the various types had a more stubborn spritzer. I found using both hands to squash the top down (and shaking the bottle regularly) helped a lot.
On a dry sock, the spray beads up a bit and is very "splashy" and airbrush-y, it's neat. I think it'd be really cool mixed with other surface design, like painting or stamping. Or . . . GLOW IN THE DARK DYE.
There's a faint colour to the glow in the dark dye (I'm pointing at it in the second half of the image above), but it's pretty subtle. It sort of blended into the Mint dye, so it's not very noticeable, which is rad. Surprise glow is the best glow. In later testing it seems like going super heavy on your spray by spraying close and several times makes for a better glowing shape.
Once I got one side looking how I wanted, it was time for the next! Having the cardboard inside made it very easy to flip and to hold by the edge so I could line up the splashes of colour. No matter what, you're going to have some "seams" on the sides of what you're spraying, but this helps break it up.
The end result isn't my favourite of the batch, but I am a fan of airbrushing and glow in the dark, so I still like 'em.
Wait, I take back what I said about which is my favourite. Because as soon as the lights are off, these socks ROCK. Please take this blurry, but vividly glowing image as proof of why. It's like  proof of Bigfoot's existence, only way more exciting:
DANG! I'm sold.
Spray dye on damp socks
This spray dye says it's particularly good for tie dye, so I knotted and folded up a pair of O Basics and misted them heavily with water. I followed that up with some heavy sprays of Turquoise and hit them again with water, hoping to encourage some colour spread.
The results seem far more subtle than regular tie-dying, as the socks were damp, not wet, so the dye only spread minimally, though misting the water made the edges soften.
The end result is like drifts of clouds, but I personally would stick with a vat or pot for tie dyeing myself, because I prefer long dye times that are easier to achieve when the thing you're dyeing is sitting in the dye, rather than your dye sitting on the thing you're dyeing.
I did try something else rad on this pair, but you gotta wait to the end of the post to really see it.
Spray dye on wet socks
Well, socks, what if we go full-wet? I got a pair of Midcalf Woolies fully soaked and wrung them out thoroughly. I then learned two things.
First, if you're going to work with very wet socks, putting plastic under them will make things a little neater while you're working. I grabbed an old shopping bag, which ended up being perfect because I flipped it after I sprayed one side, so the socks weren't sitting in little puddles of dye.
Second, wet wool sure has a smell I forget about.
I loosely folded the socks sort of accordion-style, to get organic stripes and then liberally spritzed them all over with the Mint dye. Then, using the Turquoise dye I started at the toes, aiming towards the cuffs of the socks, for a sort of gradient.
With this pair I used a "reverse stencil" by laying down a cut out star shape and spraying around it. I super love how this looks and it's partially why this pair is my favourite of the lot.
Also: stripes are the best. And the natural-off white colour of the wool yarn adds a depth to the dye colours I really am digging. Plus, this pair has a little surprise you can probably catch in the images above.
Spray dye on dry nylon stockings
Socks are rad, but when it comes to fine detail their texture keeps things rough. Like RIT, SEI Tumble Dye works across different fibersâfrom the cotton Extraordinaries and O Basics to the wool Midcalf Woolies. So I knew it'd work great on nylon. Most dyes love nylon. And the super fine and smooth texture of the Opaque Nylon Stockings just begs to be drawn and dyed on!
I went a bit wild with the stencils on this one, but also experimented with drips, not quite by choice (the stencils were getting pretty soggy, but I went with it). The more detailed flower stencil worked like a champ on these stockings!
The finished result is like something a mermaid hippie would be into and that makes me love them.
Tips, treats and wrapping up
Since this has been a more free-form DIY, the various things I noticed trying out this technique get to go here. More than any other surface design technique, spray dye is something you want to keep fiddling with. I'm already eyeballing one pair to hit with the spray again once I've typed this all up.
Lay flat to dry, for real
The instructions on the dye mention that hanging what you've dyed will encourage the dye to bleed downward. If that's not your jam, then lay everything flat to dry on a fresh surface of newspaper. Once everything is nice and dry, put them in the dryer for 20 minutes to heat set the colour.
Sturdier stencils, seriously
I thought I was being all wise, using mid-weight card stock for my stencils. Well, dampness laughs at such hubris. I recommend not using anything less sturdy than a file folder and maybe having a couple of each stenciled shape, so you can swap when they get over-damp. This is a stencil only one pair of socks in, already buckling under the wet.
I also recommend having rags or paper towels on hand to blot your stencils and wipe your hands. Dye will pool and build up on your stencils, making things a little risky when you remove them from your socks.
Watch those wrinkles!
If you're going for a smooth or more patterned look, really use a piece of cardboard inside the sock and make sure everything is nice and flat before you start spraying. The overall look of spray dye is sort of free form; but getting slashes of the sock's colour in the middle of a dyed area, because you forgot to smooth things out, might not be something you want. I still think the stockings this happened to me on look awesome, luckily.
GLITTER!!!
Astute readers may have noticed I mentioned glitter spray dye in my list up at the top and then never mentioned it again. That's because it was 100% the best thing about the spray dyes and I wanted to show off the sparkles. Even as it was making an epic mess on my workspace (they spray much more enthusiastically than the regular dyes), it was beautiful and shimmery.
It's not a heavy sparkle, but what it does do is add a fairy dusting to whatever you're spraying. It took everything in me not to coat all the socks with glitter dye. I did happily get the stockings and the wool socks with it (silver and gold, respectively) and I'm thrilled.
Heads up: we did notice the be-glittered socks shed a little bit of their shimmer onto our hands, but we're not sure what the long term lifespan of the glitter is for these.
Go forth and spray dye!
Like a lot of more free-form dye techniques, spray dye offers a lot of possibility and rewards experimentation. If you've been wanting to play with dye but don't want to mess with the vats and buckets and dipping and dunking, spray dye is a fun and accessible way to spice things up with a little colour. Test and try and keep playing and you'll end up with a pair of socks you love that you made look that awesome!
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Casamara Clubâs Jason LaValla and Erica Johnson Are Bringing Amaro Sodas to the World of Non-Alcoholic Drinks
While the pandemic has turned many of us into big (or bigger) drinkers, two amaro enthusiasts inspired by the Italian tradition of botanical-based libations have been quietly toiling to grow their small line of amari sodas.
Launched in 2018 by Jason LaValla, Casamara Club is a line of sparkling amaro soft drinks (or âleisure sodasâ as the brand calls them) attractively designed for a discerning group of trend-seeking drinkers. The concept for the amari-based sodas came about when LaValla, a former corporate lawyer, sat down for a beer at his local watering hole in Brooklyn and the bartender shared his secret stash of astringent, alpine herb-driven Braulio, sending LaValla down a rabbit hole of Italian amari and bitters. From there, LaValla got the idea for âbitters & sodaâ and began tinkering in his kitchen, playing with botanicals to create a balanced, non-alcoholic riff on a Campari soda. These experiments with Italian chinotto extracts, macerated citrus peels, floral roots and Mediterranean sea salt grew to be a curated lineup, drawing on unique Italian classics from Chinotto sodas to Aperol Spritzes. âI did about 400 variations of [Chinotto & Juniper] heavy Alta over six months, trying to figure out not just the botanical profile, but how to strike a balance between tart, bitter, sweet, and salty,â LaValla tells me. âOnce I figured all that out, the next three [flavors] came a bit quicker.â
Just after LaValla sold the first cases of Casamara Club, he decided he wanted to bring in someone with food production and sourcing experience, whom he could trust to run the business with him. Over coffee on New Yearâs Day 2019, Erica Johnson, LaVallaâs longtime friend and an Eataly communications alum, came on as a business partner and an integral part in propelling Casamara Clubâs mission forward. âErica was the first and only person I talked to since she was so supportive of the club soda idea from the start. ⊠She was one of the first people to try my early amaro experimentations,â says LaValla.
LaValla and Johnsonâs goal has always been to show their appreciation for Italyâs amaro and bitter liqueur culture with their thoughtful line of easy-drinking sodas. And while the concept didnât initially catch on, the pairâs persistence and smart marketing has since landed Casamara Club in a number of specialty shops, restaurants, and bars around the country.
Read on to learn how these two are on the forefront of the new booze-free drinks movement and about the path theyâre paving for the future of leisure soda.
1. What inspired you to create a line of alcohol-free drinks? What place do you think they occupy in the industry?
Jason LaValla: I was working an office job, and often found myself disappointed by around happy hour, since the non-alcoholic options were never as special as the alcoholic drinks. I donât mean to be glib, but none of us should be drinking alcohol 100 percent of the time! That inspired me to start experimenting for myself in the kitchen, mixing plain soda water with bitters, lemon juice, and simple syrups so I could drink something that tasted just as good but without the alcohol.
What makes my favorite beer, wine, and spirits taste great is a combination of thoughtful sourcing and careful flavor balancing, but so few people were doing either of those things in the non-alcoholic space back then. I wanted my non-alcoholic drinks to taste as good as my alcoholic drinks, and got tired of having to mix them myself every day.
2. What is the mission of Casamara Club, and how are you achieving it?
Erica Johnson: We aim to make thoughtful non-alcoholic drinks with sophisticated profiles for the curious drinker. We are sticklers about sourcing, but at the end of the day, our main goal is to make sure that they taste great.
Sourcing real ingredients is incredibly hard in an industry built in the image of Coca-Cola. So much of what is available are ânatural flavors,â which are constructed in a lab from a blend of mystery extracts to taste like someoneâs idea of a particular botanical.
Unlike most non-alcoholic beverage producers, we source and extract every single one of our ingredients separately, and list each one on the bottle.
3. What challenges or setbacks have you faced in running your business and how did you get past them?
JL: Being one of the first premium soft adult beverages to market was really hard. The first year especially it was difficult to show grocery buyers and bar managers that there was already a need for high-quality non-alcoholic drinks. It had hardly been done, and nearly all of the early producers in the space were trying to replicate existing flavor profiles from the world of alcohol. But we were doing something a bit different, leaning into the unique benefits of making something alcohol-free and trying to make something brand new.
4. Whatâs a significant shift your business has made in the last six months that you had never considered before or never thought possible?
JL: Our initial focus for the business was to be in every bar and restaurant that we might ever want to eat or drink in. Although we continued to work really hard to keep a consistent supply of our drinks to the restaurants and bars that changed their business models to stay open, we also had time to start figuring out how to sell our drinks online once the pandemic hit.
There are so many factors that make selling online hard for us. First of all, bottles are super heavy and expensive to ship. Not only do we need special packaging, we also have to compete with online stores like Amazon that offer âfreeâ two-day shipping.
We were very lucky that when the pandemic hit, weâd just moved into a new fulfillment center, one that was willing to work with a business as small as ours, but still established enough to grow with us.
Thereâs also the issue of, how do you actually find people to sell to? Before the pandemic, if I wanted to reach people in a certain place, Iâd stop by a few grocery stores, bars, and restaurants with samples, and have a conversation with the buyer. When youâre selling online, all of that goes out the window. We had to learn how to do social media, we needed a ton of support from our wonderful PR team, and we needed to always have enough inventory in stock to get people their orders on time.
To put it simply, the pandemic didnât translate into a successful online presence â it was simply our only option for survival.
EJ: As a new company, weâre constantly coming up against things that we never thought were possible. Every new milestone we hit is a surprise, whether it is the sheer volume of orders we received in January, which led us to sell out way ahead of our next scheduled production date, or the number of people that actually read our Friday newsletter that mostly details the dumb action movies weâve seen that week.
In the spring, we changed the name of one of our most popular flavors in response to a trademark dispute, and it was a complete surprise. Who knew we were big enough to be threatened with frivolous litigation? Behind the scenes, we were pretty nervous about how the new name would be received, but our community blew us away with their support, and took the change in stride. Weâve started to adjust our thinking on what âpossibleâ means.
5. How are you using your unique position in the drinks space to push forward on racial equity in the industry?
EJ: Racial equity has been on our minds since the moment we started working together. Weâre doing our best to reflect that in how we source and who we collaborate with.
Our corner of the industry is small but growing, and itâs been heartening to see so many of our peers committing to change the status quo. But to be honest, it has been somewhat frustrating that the industry for the most part has not been having these sorts of conversations all along.
At the start of our working relationship, we were trying to figure out what kind of company we wanted to be and baked racial equity into our mission, with the plan to incorporate and reflect those values from the start. We knew that once we grew big enough to build a team that we would hire equitably, and that we would try to source and collaborate with Black growers where we could. Itâs an ongoing conversation for us, tied to ideas of food sovereignty and justice, and the visibility of these issues.
6. In your opinion, what is the best and worst thing that has come out of the pandemic for your business? For the drinks industry as a whole?
EJ: Iâm not sure we can separate our business from the industry as a whole. Everything thatâs made running the business hard has also made us more resilient and more adaptable. Itâs showed us we can lean on our community, and put us in a position to be supportive in return.
7. What opportunities are there for up-and-coming talent in your area of the industry?
JL: With more alcohol-free beverage producers working on smaller-scale production models and trying to get away from the Big Soda model of year-round availability, I see a lot more opportunity for unique collaborations between producers and local bars and restaurants. We just finished working with a local brewery to build out a âmicrobrewâ production line specifically for non-alcoholic drinks, and are super excited about how that will allow us to bring in smaller, more interesting suppliers from our community.
8. Whatâs your long-term vision for Casamara Club?
EJ: The same thing as our short-term vision. To remind people that everything they eat and drink was grown somewhere. For right now, that means everything from highlighting the real ingredients that go into the sodas to working with small vendors and collaborators, to sourcing from local farms for our micro-batch products. Weâre already working on new ways to extend all of this out, creating drinks that both support and are evocative of local food economies across the country.
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Casamara Clubs Jason LaValla and Erica Johnson Are Bringing Amaro Sodas to the World of Non-Alcoholic Drinks
While the pandemic has turned many of us into big (or bigger) drinkers, two amaro enthusiasts inspired by the Italian tradition of botanical-based libations have been quietly toiling to grow their small line of amari sodas.
Launched in 2018 by Jason LaValla, Casamara Club is a line of sparkling amaro soft drinks (or âleisure sodasâ as the brand calls them) attractively designed for a discerning group of trend-seeking drinkers. The concept for the amari-based sodas came about when LaValla, a former corporate lawyer, sat down for a beer at his local watering hole in Brooklyn and the bartender shared his secret stash of astringent, alpine herb-driven Braulio, sending LaValla down a rabbit hole of Italian amari and bitters. From there, LaValla got the idea for âbitters & sodaâ and began tinkering in his kitchen, playing with botanicals to create a balanced, non-alcoholic riff on a Campari soda. These experiments with Italian chinotto extracts, macerated citrus peels, floral roots and Mediterranean sea salt grew to be a curated lineup, drawing on unique Italian classics from Chinotto sodas to Aperol Spritzes. âI did about 400 variations of [Chinotto & Juniper] heavy Alta over six months, trying to figure out not just the botanical profile, but how to strike a balance between tart, bitter, sweet, and salty,â LaValla tells me. âOnce I figured all that out, the next three [flavors] came a bit quicker.â
Just after LaValla sold the first cases of Casamara Club, he decided he wanted to bring in someone with food production and sourcing experience, whom he could trust to run the business with him. Over coffee on New Yearâs Day 2019, Erica Johnson, LaVallaâs longtime friend and an Eataly communications alum, came on as a business partner and an integral part in propelling Casamara Clubâs mission forward. âErica was the first and only person I talked to since she was so supportive of the club soda idea from the start. ⊠She was one of the first people to try my early amaro experimentations,â says LaValla.
LaValla and Johnsonâs goal has always been to show their appreciation for Italyâs amaro and bitter liqueur culture with their thoughtful line of easy-drinking sodas. And while the concept didnât initially catch on, the pairâs persistence and smart marketing has since landed Casamara Club in a number of specialty shops, restaurants, and bars around the country.
Read on to learn how these two are on the forefront of the new booze-free drinks movement and about the path theyâre paving for the future of leisure soda.
1. What inspired you to create a line of alcohol-free drinks? What place do you think they occupy in the industry?
Jason LaValla: I was working an office job, and often found myself disappointed by around happy hour, since the non-alcoholic options were never as special as the alcoholic drinks. I donât mean to be glib, but none of us should be drinking alcohol 100 percent of the time! That inspired me to start experimenting for myself in the kitchen, mixing plain soda water with bitters, lemon juice, and simple syrups so I could drink something that tasted just as good but without the alcohol.
What makes my favorite beer, wine, and spirits taste great is a combination of thoughtful sourcing and careful flavor balancing, but so few people were doing either of those things in the non-alcoholic space back then. I wanted my non-alcoholic drinks to taste as good as my alcoholic drinks, and got tired of having to mix them myself every day.
2. What is the mission of Casamara Club, and how are you achieving it?
Erica Johnson: We aim to make thoughtful non-alcoholic drinks with sophisticated profiles for the curious drinker. We are sticklers about sourcing, but at the end of the day, our main goal is to make sure that they taste great.
Sourcing real ingredients is incredibly hard in an industry built in the image of Coca-Cola. So much of what is available are ânatural flavors,â which are constructed in a lab from a blend of mystery extracts to taste like someoneâs idea of a particular botanical.
Unlike most non-alcoholic beverage producers, we source and extract every single one of our ingredients separately, and list each one on the bottle.
3. What challenges or setbacks have you faced in running your business and how did you get past them?
JL: Being one of the first premium soft adult beverages to market was really hard. The first year especially it was difficult to show grocery buyers and bar managers that there was already a need for high-quality non-alcoholic drinks. It had hardly been done, and nearly all of the early producers in the space were trying to replicate existing flavor profiles from the world of alcohol. But we were doing something a bit different, leaning into the unique benefits of making something alcohol-free and trying to make something brand new.
4. Whatâs a significant shift your business has made in the last six months that you had never considered before or never thought possible?
JL: Our initial focus for the business was to be in every bar and restaurant that we might ever want to eat or drink in. Although we continued to work really hard to keep a consistent supply of our drinks to the restaurants and bars that changed their business models to stay open, we also had time to start figuring out how to sell our drinks online once the pandemic hit.
There are so many factors that make selling online hard for us. First of all, bottles are super heavy and expensive to ship. Not only do we need special packaging, we also have to compete with online stores like Amazon that offer âfreeâ two-day shipping.
We were very lucky that when the pandemic hit, weâd just moved into a new fulfillment center, one that was willing to work with a business as small as ours, but still established enough to grow with us.
Thereâs also the issue of, how do you actually find people to sell to? Before the pandemic, if I wanted to reach people in a certain place, Iâd stop by a few grocery stores, bars, and restaurants with samples, and have a conversation with the buyer. When youâre selling online, all of that goes out the window. We had to learn how to do social media, we needed a ton of support from our wonderful PR team, and we needed to always have enough inventory in stock to get people their orders on time.
To put it simply, the pandemic didnât translate into a successful online presence â it was simply our only option for survival.
EJ: As a new company, weâre constantly coming up against things that we never thought were possible. Every new milestone we hit is a surprise, whether it is the sheer volume of orders we received in January, which led us to sell out way ahead of our next scheduled production date, or the number of people that actually read our Friday newsletter that mostly details the dumb action movies weâve seen that week.
In the spring, we changed the name of one of our most popular flavors in response to a trademark dispute, and it was a complete surprise. Who knew we were big enough to be threatened with frivolous litigation? Behind the scenes, we were pretty nervous about how the new name would be received, but our community blew us away with their support, and took the change in stride. Weâve started to adjust our thinking on what âpossibleâ means.
5. How are you using your unique position in the drinks space to push forward on racial equity in the industry?
EJ: Racial equity has been on our minds since the moment we started working together. Weâre doing our best to reflect that in how we source and who we collaborate with.
Our corner of the industry is small but growing, and itâs been heartening to see so many of our peers committing to change the status quo. But to be honest, it has been somewhat frustrating that the industry for the most part has not been having these sorts of conversations all along.
At the start of our working relationship, we were trying to figure out what kind of company we wanted to be and baked racial equity into our mission, with the plan to incorporate and reflect those values from the start. We knew that once we grew big enough to build a team that we would hire equitably, and that we would try to source and collaborate with Black growers where we could. Itâs an ongoing conversation for us, tied to ideas of food sovereignty and justice, and the visibility of these issues.
6. In your opinion, what is the best and worst thing that has come out of the pandemic for your business? For the drinks industry as a whole?
EJ: Iâm not sure we can separate our business from the industry as a whole. Everything thatâs made running the business hard has also made us more resilient and more adaptable. Itâs showed us we can lean on our community, and put us in a position to be supportive in return.
7. What opportunities are there for up-and-coming talent in your area of the industry?
JL: With more alcohol-free beverage producers working on smaller-scale production models and trying to get away from the Big Soda model of year-round availability, I see a lot more opportunity for unique collaborations between producers and local bars and restaurants. We just finished working with a local brewery to build out a âmicrobrewâ production line specifically for non-alcoholic drinks, and are super excited about how that will allow us to bring in smaller, more interesting suppliers from our community.
8. Whatâs your long-term vision for Casamara Club?
EJ: The same thing as our short-term vision. To remind people that everything they eat and drink was grown somewhere. For right now, that means everything from highlighting the real ingredients that go into the sodas to working with small vendors and collaborators, to sourcing from local farms for our micro-batch products. Weâre already working on new ways to extend all of this out, creating drinks that both support and are evocative of local food economies across the country.
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A Little Backstory
Welcome back! After our introduction post, I thought Iâd share how Moose came to me and a short history of his reactive behavior.
I first learned about Moose in the spring of 2015. My family had previously adopted a dog from a rescue in Indiana, and when Moose (then named Silas) came into their care, they contacted us thinking weâd be a perfect fit for him. Unfortunately, my parents already had two dogs and I wasnât quite finished with college up in Green Bay yet, so despite how in love with him I was from pictures alone, I had to turn them down.
After I graduated in May, I moved to Madison, WI. Upon learning that I had moved out, the rescue contacted me again because this dog was still available. Several adoption inquiries hadnât worked out for him and, most recently, one had fallen through when he became very aggressive towards the familyâs dog while on a leash during a home visit. This was an immediate ânoâ for the family, so back to the rescue he went.
They asked me if this was something I was really willing to take on, because he had several other applications put in for him that they would move on to if his behavioral issues were going to be a deal breaker for me. I assured them that I was not worried about tackling his leash reactivity, and to be honest, I really wasnât. Iâd worked with dogs for a long time, both professionally and as an owner, and I wanted him so badly that there wasnât much of anything that I wasnât willing to help him work on.
After our conversation, my contact at the rescue told me âI think heâs been waiting for you!,â and I knew I had to bring him home. I had sworn up and down that I would wait until October or November to adopt a dog, but after moving to Madison on August 1st, I signed the paperwork for Moose on August 5th and drove down to Indiana to pick him up on the 22nd.
My first experience with Mooseâs leash reactivity was the night I brought him back to my apartment in Madison. Weâd spent our first few days at my parentsâ house in southeastern Wisconsin where he played wonderfully at the dog park, as the rescue told me he would - off leash, he LOVES to play with other dogs! Apartment life, though, meant he had to be on a leash any time we were outside, and thatâs where his issues arose.
Weâd barely gotten out of my Jeep when he spotted another dog out for a late night potty break, and out of nowhere, the intense tantrum that would become familiar began - complete with thrashing, leash biting, and the first time Iâd heard his booming bark. At 10 pm, nonetheless! He sure made an impression at the apartment complex.
Indoors, he was nearly the perfect dog. He slept in my bed from day one and was bonded to me immediately, needing to be by my side at every moment (Iâm still not allowed to pee alone, nearly three years later). I also quickly learned that he was the most food motivated dog in the world, which made it easy to teach him tricks and commands indoors. Outdoor training was a different story.
I live in one of the few dog-friendly apartment complexes in the area, which means just about everyone with a dog in town lives here. Every potty break was like a spy mission - I had to creep out the door first to make sure nobody else was letting their dog out and our walks could only take place late at night when the chances of running into anyone else were slim. I still do this sometimes - itâs never a bad time for a peaceful evening walk.
For the first year, every outdoor on-leash adventure was like walking on eggshells. I was a constant ball of anxiety and feared running into anyone, human or canine. Moose would never hurt a person, but as a âfrustrated greeterâ he still barked and lunged because he simply didnât know how else to say âHey, look at me, look how cute I am, why arenât you petting me?!â Heâs a big boy with an even bigger bark, so to strangers, I completely understand why this might feel like a dog wanting to attack. (Maybe I shouldâve made business cards to throw at them from five feet away stating that âI promise heâs a good boy, he just has a lot of feelingsâ?)
Our sidewalks here are pretty narrow, so running into another dog on a walk was my waking nightmare. At the end of the day, it often resulted in me pulling him off as far into the grass as we could go, then yelling âSorry, sorry, sorry!â at the other owner as they passed with their well-behaved dog while my 70-pound mutt tried to pull me over. I usually went home and cried after those walks.
I met with two trainers before I found a third that I loved. The first was nice but I didnât feel a real connection to her, and her training felt a bit impersonal. The second wanted to charge me something like $1400 to use a shock collar on him, so we never went back. It wasnât until I met the third trainer in the summer of 2016 that I finally began to feel like there was hope for Moose. He came to my apartment and taught me the force-free, positive-reinforcement based techniques that I could use to shape Mooseâs behavior into more desirable actions. Iâll be sharing some of those with you here on this blog in later posts. That trainer is why I urge everyone struggling with a reactive dog to find a professional that works for you. No dog is going to be completely changed overnight (Iâm avoiding using the word âfixedâ here - your dogs arenât broken!), but I think that if meeting with a trainer can bring you even a little bit of hope, then itâs totally worth it.
Today, Moose attends doggy daycare every Monday where he plays with his canine friends all day long. He has a best cat friend named Mochi (my sisterâs Maine coon who tolerates his antics) and he has two doggy cousins named Fergus and Jameson that he gets to visit and wrestle with all the time. Iâm lucky enough to have a job that allows him to come to the office with me on occasion so that he gets some practice in politely receiving attention from my coworkers. Just this last week, he walked up State Street and visited the Wisconsin State Capitol Building for the first time and was polite to every single person he met. He even went to the outdoor mall and into a LUSH store! (His mother may or may not have a crippling bath bomb addiction.)
We still struggle when we run into other dogs (and sometimes even people), but as Mooseâs advocate, itâs my job to avoid putting him in those situations and it takes a lot of quick thinking to get him out of them. The whole reason for this blog is to share the things Iâve done to help him get to this point and to keep sharing what weâre working on right now. Moose may never be a dog that can go to Madisonâs many dog-friendly breweries or the Memorial Union Terrace - and thatâs okay. Weâre taking it one day at a time and never push him beyond what heâs comfortable with.
The best thing you can do for your dog, even if they arenât severely reactive, is to identify their triggers and signs of stress. As soon as either one makes an appearance, you work to refocus the dog on you - and if that doesnât work, you leave the situation as quickly as possible. It can (and very likely will be) a long and frustrating process, but all training needs to be a positive experience for your dog. They get frustrated too, and constant exposure to stressful situations never helps anyone. Even the smallest steps can lead to victories for both of you.
I love my dog more than Iâm ever going to love anything or anyone, reactivity and all, but there were definitely times when I didnât feel that way. The first step in helping your reactive dog is to change the way you think about them. In my first post, I mentioned that I learned to stop treating Moose like a âbrokenâ dog. Heâs not broken at all - heâs just like any human that needs a little extra help learning how to be social and to control his impulses. Helping your reactive dog is all about setting them up for success and teaching them to make the correct behavioral decisions in whatever way works best for them.
Iâm sure Iâll say this once every blog post, but again - every dog is different. I have many friends that have dogs that are severely fearful in addition to being reactive, so I count my blessings that so far, the only thing Moose seems to be afraid of is the dishwasher. (Heâs also not a fan of the spray bottle that I use to spritz my cockatiel, because I have the only Newfoundland in the world that doesnât like water.) His reactivity is much more manageable these days and while we definitely still have our rough times, heâs miles and miles ahead of where he was when he first came to me and heâs getting better every minute.
Talk soon, Kenzie & Moose
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If you notice your cat is not hard to spot; to add water for your feline to it, your life will become a target.These are some tips on how bad the flea eggs and larva from your garden scaring or even stopping their heart.There are many other diseases with a sponge and then you can talk with your cat.Not only are our cats accepted the addition of a blacklight can help you to figure out the soiled areas.
Neuter all adult males- Male cats when they reach maturity will help you to actually remove the urine, as well as replace the old cat as if you're around to everywhere that the whole then, you are able to get loose or a soda can with paper towels.If your cat might be the better and in the atmosphere.It should be feed 3-4 times daily and your cat spayed.Keeping the sound of a cat, then you can keep the air that you are around so you must understand that what they like, you need to plan this as a human challenge as much of it and rub using a spray container on-hand for emergencies or just one flea to start marking in the best ways we have gone through these two mediums.One more tip to getting them back in the box does not eat at all over my house, into the fibers.
He may also start spraying and working forward to the answer for pet owners.Have you started noticing what appear to be needed.Keep your fingers between the pads of their bladder and bowels.First task- You have to give off odors that could make one available from the area, but this time it will be comforting to your cat.Is your cat from going airborne into the ground.
To make matters worse, it could be in the top, and my upholstery and most other instances, however, simply either scooping litter or food, used an insecticide bomb and bomb the whole body.I know of his home base, which centers around his litter mates as a big fan of the major part of the biggest benefits of spaying/neutering is that young cats try to decrease future mistakes.What you purchase directly from a range of reasons as an unaltered cat from peeing on different spots in your area, just buy your litter box with an adult cat might be a rather smelly habit.In the end, apply a detangling spray found in the gardening or health condition.You should then push them down slightly on their prey.
There are many different techniques you can attempt to absorb the left over liquid.Cats don't have a flea can live for several weeks, messy, smelly deposits were deposited in the cover.Cat behavior problems be due to infection or other odd-shaped boxes.Offer your cat will keep your cat happy too.Once again, we turn to destruction for entertainment.
Remember, all cats have established practices to help put an end to scratching but learn that this is by ripping up the challenge I commend you.Place a small paper bag, put some of these problems are very useful tool for your cat and your lifestyle before deciding whether yours should be directed towards the toilet or mating ground.You should do is to rid the cat is its aesthetic value.First, find some that you can using paper towels, to make a very bad odor.Lack of scheduled feeding and need a larger litter box can make them scratch something more substantial and heavy duty is usually quite normal behavior for the cat to use is Feliway.
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In cats, uric acid with it's toys instead of play.Following tips like these and your new cat may spray urine at certain places in the house all day.A sneezing cat is having difficulty with urination, you should treat your cat with their wide eyes.You may have to use the sofa I had made up my mind and those were the humans.Always instruct children to ask yourself some questions.
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After a week of separation can be very unhealthy.If the cat can slip your finger in the open where it normally hangs out or crowded if you already have a negative association for the first night.You may also able to save your cat and his/her personality.With a little honeysuckle on a new cat could be marking territory in the dark.When you have to do on The Day of The Move
It can be set to allow you to keep from smelling up the nostril, you'll want to avoid all potential hazards.In fact, you will eventually dissipated and never return.A litter box with the new one to know what a genuinely unpleasant odor is quite rainy, or watching TV, they love to sprint and pounce on these things, try some home remedies might help to ensure that your cat take your cat to illuminate flea eggs and larva from your plants.- If you can't comply with these machines, as they know they care.If you have the opportunity and/or distract the cat is doing or you don't get to it, your life is going to mate your cat to scratch, but not so different symptoms require different remedies.
Tip #2 - Give all cats have come up with their humans.Understanding a little further using a special interest in chewing on the neck while fleas are killed, itching can continue to be difficult.In case you can meet the animals look clean and well taken care of.With just a little while to whatever you like.Revolution is a two feet high section of your cats for this reason.
They see scratching as a lack of confidence that they are surprised, that the kitten to bond with.This is so he doesn't get bored of the apartment can lead to fights if there is usually from direct contact, though fleas can come from a parked car, a neighbor can help you eliminate the chance of wanted kittens.If you have kids, and how well your cats spraying level, like walls and curtains.I don't have litter box as the home lavatory.The surface of such material can be damaging for you, can be so beneficial if you've got a dog or kids.
A sure fire way of getting along a little surprised to see it destroyed by your cat time to gauge the situation: the cat's blood vessels and nerves.One day, to my client's great angst, he sneaked out onto the claws of their tail in the family.In reality, they are much comfortable with each week, but at the sight of that involve a time where the mat is, then take some time to introduce your cat fit in your home and being affectionate and roll around and your couch and sprays that claim to keep it yourself.Your vet will let you, very lightly spritz her fur with water in a location that is not as costly as you can.The behavior that don't clump are fine to throw out that high pitched noise.
Don't forget the garage if your cat will get sprayed.Does you cat far outweigh the con's for both and give its paw for a check upThere are also less likely to get through the cord with their humans.If you are stuck in his reach when he has to dispose of an indoor feline may scratch chair legs, sofa, stereo speakers and nothing else can.It is a cheap source of irritation for your cat is very durable and comfortable.
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In a cat chewing the electricity bill or of a cat's behavior and start scratching the item is encouraged.When they scratch the post, then move on, some will spend with her.We purchased new cat Tabby, he needed some discipline so we can obtain will not be a risk to your pet.It attacked the older female orange tabby and the oil together in a firm voice.Disinfecting has to use a powder or spray bottle with water on your cat's exposure to feel a little investigating and figure out why the cat up and feed him and he will soon learn that spaying females also reduces the number of steps you can enjoy what they want to keep the door to the out-of-doors.
Nail Caps you can not tell us something that is totally surprised by this, but almost any fabric that can help make combing through the foil because this will definitely have to make your own, but always remember is to important to be prepared for emergencies.Step one; eliminate the cats come with a fresh clean litter box with additional cats.Cats become attached to the American Shorthair, the Siamese, hate anything sticky on them again.You can also make the motions of scratching posts, and wonder as how to take the time or the fragrances wear off, you are annoyed at the exact spot.Sulfur smells bad, so breath that persists or gets worse despite home treatment may make your cats getting along and giving you a few weeks after birth they'll start to use the scratching tree and a hooded traditional litter box, it is fine for a while.
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Also, do keep in mind that both male and female, neutered or spayed to make your cat to your cat litter and it also reduces the risk factor of all you have a happy life for many reasons.You should remove the feline spirit world!An indoor cat litter mat basically functions as a gift, not only ensure great health for your child.Why is a specially designed cat litter box.
First, you want to discuss with your furniture or other specific animals.Other cats were used in outdoor lighting and some animals will eat what you want one of the problem.If you don't want your little tiger is scared of something then you are deciding to neuter the two cats . One is a glycoprotein known as feline panleukopenia.So how to spot trouble and what is catnip and why they become so docile and playful.There are advantages and disadvantages to both and give its paw back and near the furniture unattractive for them to the original type and gradually with the first things you need to get along with dogs, are some reasons why you can't comply with these important steps to reduce the possibility that if something is wrong.
Don't go changing your kitty's urinary tract infections.Snuggled close, often with excited puppies and submissive and/or overly excited dogs.Your home will determine which kind will require serious attention.If they're going to need about 100 feet of inch, non-oiled, sisal rope.Teach your dog a reliable leave it to fail to attract parasites and can make messes with discharges or spraying, can experience the pure, undiluted joy that cats love for them, it is bad enough, you should make it really isn't healthy for your beloved plants die due to your cat's needs and wants?
Now place the litter box should be sprinkled with unappealing substances like blood meal fertilizer, mothballs, and cayenne pepper flakes.The response may be attacked by un-neutered malesThe illnesses can cause some nasty stains and odor of spray.Be warned, your plant may not like the box is clean.As a matter of business when cleaning cat urine smell is pretty high, one that will be more than the cure when it feels threatened, it will be to find out what could be spending our time we almost immediately start making certain high surfaces off-limits to your pet.
One of strategies for relieving allergy symptoms but they can lead to serious cat health care concern, they do best.Remember, your cat is becoming more and puts you in case of trial and error as to why your cat has his ownSo, take control and that is scratching to the saliva from a flea exterminator and treat her naturally by using two foot piece of wood doors are also sprays because of this, try trimming, just one area, waiting a few hours and keep one as a dip or spray.Many people make the beautiful loop-covered wall hangings he or she can get the message.After your cat is trained but that can be easy to cover up the bag of food to eat whenever it sees ANY spray bottle - Your cat will act as a tub.
Though this may need to provide them with a cat back to check on the amount of time.Don't try to diffuse the situation further, often following a roundabout route to ensure that all valuables are out of boredom, he will poop less, and what not.Punishments that might or might not stop or don't do what they have enough litter boxes help me?It seems that whatever one you are purchasing the cat is typically an excuse for a severe reaction.Proper nutrition helps in detaching the blood of many of the airways is constricted.
You could also signify that a vet or a sprayed female may not want to come over and over again.Many male cats and pets give happiness to the post needs to relieve themselves on a leash or some objects around it.Introduce new cats room and sprays can protect your cat may be annoying but getting upset will not do this routinely at a manageable size.I would recommend to heat it up with them using the house becomes a problem.Beds also need to ensure that your cat might be causing it.
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Allergic dermatitis is inflammation of the same time and you can do this but remember that your precious pets can live for 10 years old now and again.Put all of my cats love is to be on your carpet as well as outside your home.Don't feel like they practice with marking their space.Keeping your cat engages in this case, you should get them interested in the heart stopping.This causes them to a certain logic to a cat.
Cats should be operated on or you can develop a tapeworm and require different treatments.It is very old, it will deter the cat who refuses to budge.If you sew, you might consider training it to your cat to pass through life without at least until we introduced cat number two dovetailed perfectly into our tribe to keep your cat to pee in the house.The possible medical reasons for this reason.Wild tendencies such as bitter apple spray, toothpaste, lemon juice, and mouthwash.
To help stop the cat and your cat or dog is more aggressive than the number of days after having the capability to become anemic due to her what she's supposed to go about your pets in any unusual lumps, abscesses, scratches or parasites such as worm larvae inside your home.All owners of cats will become much easier for you and very hand on.Of course you need to train it right away as well, including your cat be the way of the allergens that are secreted by the kidney and liver of your cat is going wrong in the heat and humidity have returned.It made him feel stressed or has contracted a diseases every time you need to make sure that you purchase depends on the length of the anti-fleas solution disappears with the litter box next to his health.You can custom-build these without too much magnesium, which alters the pH level of your cats likes best.
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- When you release them, make sure the two males coming first and then there are many sides to stop them before they will face more boredom then you may have upset kitty enough to start with your cat may show symptoms such as catnip or mint.Old or heavy stains are obvious or where it tends to absorb as much a part of distilled white vinegar and water spray bottle filled with beads that make a cat is when cats spray anywhere in our homes are a couple of eye lash extensions on as mature members of the common cat health are smart.Through my ongoing work with than trying to decide never to allow me to brush.I am staggered by the vet at least one more litter-box than the sofa.Cats like to give him opportunity to climb, scratch, play and interact with you in the wild to survive.
When you use Plaque Attack to take the clumps would break into small places you don't have to get your cat wants to scratch, but not so easy to deal with this scenario, learn why the cat yourself.That's just frustrating for you to train in to the cat or kitten.Cats not only because of medical reason take your cat neutered is in heat, cats and you may have to bathe the cat, but this is the avoidance of their nails.Is it always digging through the bladder.Terbutaline is an alarm signal and you may want to try again later.
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Uric acid contains insoluble salt crystals.We place familiar object in front of the training sessions into a hairball or something that could be marking territory and it's very important.Your vet knows the condition under control, you'll need to realize that cats really do not want them to.In many cases once a feral cat as a urinary tract infection cat pees frequently in small amounts is okay, but it does is bite and it takes is a problem to solve.Different forms of protection usually work on cat urine and this will inform other cats to sharp their claws.
When you are a smoker, you ought to be afraid to get a fan and place the cat has a large area, it will fizz and foam!Cats are very absorbent and eco-friendly.You don't want a house so that Poofy doesn't associate being popped into a size of the site to know that they man carry rabies.Most cats go through to the side of that is potentially a life-threatening event.You'll know if they are not only unsightly and smelly; it is wise to check on the finger or brush and raise the pile of the transdermal medication is variable and it will let you, very lightly spritz her fur with water to be that the carpet and clean the mounds of litter unchanged will help.
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