#why there's so little hazel eyes cc? | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

emdythewriter · 5 years ago

Text

A new light | chapter eleven (Elriel)

A/N: sorry is been so long the first year of college hit me hard and I’m finally just now getting back to myself. But I’m planning on updating this until it’s done, which will probably be around 15 chapters!

(NSFW)

Elain woke up to her usual alarm but she didn’t wake up in her room. No, she was still wrapped up in the toned muscles of Azriel’s arms. Her back was flushed against every inch of his body, and could feel his morning wood pressing into her ass. She smiled, eyes still closed as she rolled over in his grasp to face him, only to find Azriel watching her.

Reaching up Elain watched as Az brushed a strand of fallen hair back behind her ear. His fingers then trailed down her cheek, her jaw, and neck before slinky down her arm and latching onto her hand. Az laced their fingers together, watching as they fit perfectly together.

“I hate that I waited so long to do this,” Azriel whispered, still looking at their laced fingers.

“Holding my hand?” Elain teased though she suspected he was referring more so to what they did last night, several times over. Az chuckled, smiling and she could see the twinkle of happiness in his eyes before it disappeared.

“I meant holding you,” He replied almost quietly, no longer looking at her or their hands, in fact he had dropped his hold all together. Elain moved her body over his, laying on his chest and looking up at his hazel eyes.

“We were idiots,” she told him, brushing his hair back now like he had done to hers. “But we aren’t anymore.” She pressed a kiss to the hollow his neck, to his jawline, the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.

The kiss was slow but sweet and full of all the sorrow each of them had felt in not being together, all the pain over the last few days of not being friends even. They let it all melt into the kiss. Az slipped his tongue into her mouth, moving the kiss to a new pace. Elain started to rock her hips against his, moaning in pleasure as he groaned beneath her.

Then Elain’s alarm went off again reminding them both that they still had another day of work before the weekend. Reaching over to the nightstand she turned it off, then started to move out from under the sheets. Azriel made a noise of complaint, she smiled as she pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Come join me,” Elain whispered before turning and heading for the bathroom to start a shower. Az practically jumped out of his bed as he went to join her. She giggled as she watched and even more as he swept her into his arms and into the spray of warm water.

The moment the shower door was closed he slammed his lips onto hers. Her smile was still there as Azriel slipped his tongue into her mouth, hands gripping her waist and pressing her flush to the glass wall of the shower. Elain ran her hands up his arms and into his dark hair, tangling her fingers all up in the wet strands. Pure bliss.

Az started to pepper kisses across her skin. First her jaw and then her neck and down her chest and stomach until he was on his knees. Elain’s hooded eyes watched him as he spread her legs, kissing her thighs, his thumb pressing to her clit. She moaned at the pressure and then again when he moved his tongue over her.

“Az,” Elain breathed out as he sucked, nipping at her a couple of times. His tongue dipped in and out, lapping her up. She rocked her hips against his wonderful mouth as he kept up his ministrations. Gripping her hips Azriel brough Elain to the edge of an orgasm before standing to his full height. “What the fuck.”

“That’s not how I want you to come,” Az whispered against the shell of her ear, a devilish smirk on his face. Then he gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted Elain up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as she gasped. Then he slammed into her.

“Fuck,” she said out of surprise at the sudden pressure, the sudden feel of him inside her. “We’re going to be late,” Elain thought out loud as she met Az’s hazel eyes. He clearly didn’t give a fuck.

“Then we’ll be late,” he responded before colliding their mouths together causing all of her thoughts that weren’t about him to disappear. Azriel thrust in and out of her as their tongues danced, as Elain dug her nails into his shoulder blades. One thing he found out about Elain last night was that the tighter she gripped his back, the harder her nails dug into his skin the closer she was to an orgasm.

“Azriel,” Elain moaned and a few seconds later he felt her come. Felt her as she clenched around him drawing him to his own climax. Az groaned into her neck as he milked hers and his own orgasms until they were about to collapse onto the shower floor.

“We’re doing this every morning from now on,” Elain said once she regained her composure. Azriel chuckled into her neck, pressing a kiss against her collarbone before pulling out and setting her back on her feet.

“No complaints here,” Azriel said before reaching around Elain to grab a bottle of soap. They began to wash each other off and get ready for the day ahead. Elain had to go back to her own apartment to get dressed into fresh clothes.

Once Azriel was fully dressed he made his way to her apartment just as she emerged from it. She smiled up at him as he took in her attire for the final day of work before the weekend. Elain was dressed in a baby pink sundress with little red flowers all over it. She even had matching red flats on her feet and a red purse to complete the look. Her hair was left down but had a little barrette in the front to hold back the stray hairs.

“Ready?” Azriel asked her once his eyes made their way back up to her smiling and perfect face. Elain reached down and clasped his hand.

“Yes,” she answered, her smile seemed to grow brighter as she uttered that one simple word. Azriel couldn’t help but smile back as they made their way out the elevator and out of their building.

“When you get home you should pack a bag for the weekend,” Azriel said as they headed down the block in the direction of their office buildings.

“Why?” Elain asked, facing him as they halted at the crosswalk.

“Because I want you to stay at my place for the weekend,” Az said like it should’ve been obvious. After so long of waiting he was ready to spend a day or night without her. Last night and this morning cemented that.

“Then why would I need clothes?” Elain said, sending a sexy little teasing smirk of her own as they crossed the street.

“You’re going to make this a long day, you know that?” Azriel said as they stood in front of Elain’s office building.

“That’s the idea,” she responded as she stood on her tiptoes to press a light and teasing kiss to his lips. Then she turned and headed into her day of work. Azriel shook his head as he headed across the street and into his own office.

“Did Elain just kiss you?” Rhys asked, sticking his head out of his office door as Azriel walked passed.

“None of your business,” Az said simply though he knew it also answered the question that had been asked.

“About fucking time!” Rhys shouted back just before Az closed his office door. With a chuckle he plopped down into his cushioned chair, taking in his organized desk and thinking over all the tasks he had for the day in his head.

Then he reached into the drawer of his desk, the one that held all of the things that had reminded him of Elain, including the picture frame. There was no point in keeping it all in that stupid drawer anymore. They were together now.

And he was never letting go.

Tag list:

@thephilosophyofblank @roseteaofficial @sleeping-and-books @court-of-fuck-me-daddy @azriels-forgotten-shadow @tintinnabulary @jemma-nessian-and-elriel @cc-psm @chemicha @but-she-was-aelin-galathynius @ttakeitbacknoww @azrielismycinnamonrollprimary @mis-lil-red @poisonous00 @julesherondalex @acreativitydump @theogvodkaaunt @rapunzel1523 @l0sts0uls1128 @lord-douglas-the-third @musicalfae @sezkins79 @eloeloeheheh @caldelray @abimomeopectore @tswaney17 @wonderlandatemypanckes @loysydark @imheretooa @illyriangarbage @emmejo26 @amitynotpity @alingelina @unassumingsoda @hav-illi-ard @amylindle @ellenoftroy

(Let me know if you want to be tagged!)

89 notes · View notes

yavannah · 4 years ago

Photo

The cold wind rippled the rags above Erik, who didn't keep the freezing cold away as he shrugged his shoulders, his head in pendants and shivering from the cold in the dark forward and finally curled up in a sheltered corner. It wasn't warm, but Eden provided some protection. Bitter tears rolled down his dirty cheeks and froze in the frost. He glanced at the lighted windows again and wished he could have been warm even for one night and maybe get something to eat.

Finally, Erik pressed his head down and wrapped his rags tighter around him, though they didn’t banish the cold. He knew that if he froze to death now, no one would miss him, no one. He didn’t even have any food, having donated his last loaf of bread two days earlier to two hungry children who he thought needed more than he himself.

Erik felt deep despair and exhaustion and thought that maybe it would be better to just die away after all, at least he wouldn't be in anyone's trouble anymore. After a while, he no longer felt cold and his eyelids closed.

“Here you are,” came a dark, warm, and friendly voice that made Erik startle from his sleep. He looked at the man in fright and tried to escape, but the body was frosted, so the movements were very slow.

“You’re badly cold,” the man said kindly and landed right on Erik’s level, looking at this gentle look in hazel eyes. Before Erik could do anything, the man began rubbing his cumbersome hands and feet.

“Don’t ... Don’t you evict me?” Erik asked quietly, looking at the man confused as he wasn’t used to getting kind treatment from anyone.

“Why would I do that?” The man asked in wonder, looking at Erik's corners with a slight frown.

“I don’t know,” Erik said quietly, pressing his gaze down, “because everyone does,” he finally continued.

“But I’m not doing that,” the man replied, looking at Erik’s gentle face seriously.

“Thank you,” Erik said, looking at the man gratefully.

“Well then, can you get up?” The man asked kindly.

"I do not know. Maybe, ”Erik replied, moving his slowly frozen legs and clumsily getting up.

"Well, then, and now we are returning to the church, there is warmer than out here," the man said cheerfully and then asked, "do you have a name, my boy?"

“Yes,” Erik replied, and almost meant to tell the nicknames with which he was most often called and shouted after, but then decided to just say his first name, “Erik”.

"Erik," the man said as if feeling for the name and looked Erikiä with a smile, "I'm Brother Ignatius and the famous monastery nearby munkkiveljeskuntaan," he said then.

“I will owe you eternal debt of gratitude to you, Brother Ignatius,” Erik said gratefully, the voice vibrating, “it’s been a long time since no one has been kind to me,” he continued, lifting the rag off his left upper arm, at which point Ignatius saw a burn mark that must have already been years old.

"Where did that sign come from?" Brother Ignatius asked, adding, "it looks pretty old and pretty mean."

“It ... it’s been with me for as long as I can remember,” Erik said in shame and lowered his gaze down.

"Well let this be now, let's think about it later," Brother Ignatius said, looking warmly at Erik, "because first a few things are taken care of, starting with the bath." He added.

"Why are you kind to me?" Erik asked, confused. "I am not worth it." He added miserably.

"Why shouldn't I?" Brother Ignatius asked and looked gently at Erik.

“Our Lord has said that all are His children and must be cared for. And I don’t want anyone to have to be alone and outside in this weather this Christmas, ”Ignatius said, looking at the warm twinkle in the corner of his eye at Erik.

Erik followed Ignatius a little cautiously, for he had had to flee from people all his life, looked at him like a plague, and shouted evil insults, shouting after him. Ignatius led Erik to a monastery attached to the church.

***

Huge thanks again to all awesome cc-makers. And of course source of my inspiration. And yes I have a bad(?) habit to give him a part all of my stories. I guess I’m bit crazy that way. :)

Oh and sorry if there is any mistakes and/or typos in the text. I’m translate this with google translator and you propably already know what kind of mess it sometimes is.

#my story #ignatius #erik #monastery #helper #royal #the sims 4 #JH

4 notes · View notes

batmaniskpopaf · 6 years ago

Note

Can I please request a J-Hope smut? It starts out fluffy but ends up rough? Possibly with some spanking in it? I can seriously feel my face burning as I type this out 🙈🙈 I have no idea how you fic writers do it lol but you have my respect! 😳😊

I GOT YOU BBY!!! BRING ME YOUR DIRTIEST FANTASIES AND I SHALL MAKE THEM COME TRUE !!

THIS FUCKKEDD MEEE UPPP!!! LIKE IT WAS SUPPOSED BE A SMOL DRABBLE BUT YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO ‘EM XD ….

Type: Smut

Members: JUNG HOSEOK X Y/N (ft. TAEHYUNG)

Warning: mentions of unprotected sex and sex in a public place

A/N: PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

P.S: SO SORRY I FORGOT TO INCLUDE SPANKING BBY

There’s no way! He is too cute to be real! Taehyung and you both gawk at your computer screen… Maybe he’s awkward you reply… mentally chastising yourself for having shown Taehyung the picture…” No that’s not enough, maybe he’s a serial killer” he teases… “What if he cuts off your eyelashes and locks you in his basement?” you throw a pillow at him from across the room from where you’re now pacing back and forth… “you watch way too much criminal minds” you retort “ “You can never watch enough Criminal Minds” he bites back… “Either way he wants to meet up” you placate him… “Are you going? If you do then bring pepper spray and text me your location before you walk in!” Taehyung is all business now rummaging through your purse and producing a bottle of pepper spray… “keep it in your pocket!” he orders… “Sir yes sir!” you tease… he rolls his eyes and saunters over to your closet… “Now what to wear? Should we go for slutty chic or slutty college student?”… “How about we go for not getting murdered” you reply… “Oh come on chances are he’s just a normal guy who’s looking for a quick hookup; besides how long has it been since you got laid?” … you bite your lip torn between your discarded laptop and taehyung’s array of outfits… you exhale over dramatically…” Fine” you uncinate… I’m gonna hop in the shower… text him back and figure out a place to meet before I change my mind!” you reply making your way into the bathroom… “aye aye captain!” …

Droplets of sweat trickle down the nape of your neck … your head feeling fuzzy from the perpetual heat of summer and possible caffeine withdraw … the cool air conditioned breeze fans across your cheeks as you make your way into the coffee house … heels clicking against the concrete floor as you walk with purpose towards the very last table …. Where he’s hunched over a laptop looking every bit the cliche nerd in a coffee shop… glasses resting effortlessly on the tip of his nose and tongue captured between his teeth… his brows furrowed in concentration… “Hoseok?” you ask sheepishly…he looks up at you for a split second and nods in confirmation… he’s not unfortunate looking … slim with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline… not the type of guy you’d peg for a computer geek… your own brow furrows in slight annoyance … “Depends on who’s asking” he replies… his hands never leave his keyboard … Nimble fingers stroking each key with an expert flick of the wrist… that kind of skill and dedication requires years to master.. You watch him closely… tapping your foot and giving him a pointed look… “you’re cute when you’re annoyed” he quips…

“You’re not so bad yourself” you reply snidely… you’re used to being hit on by men that hide behind computer screens but you never pictured anyone like Jung Hoseok on the other side of it… He eyes you from top to bottom licking his top lip hungrily… something deep in the pit of your stomach churns … you can feel the heat of his gaze across your skin leaving behind goosebumps… “why did you come?” he asks almost challenging you … “Call it morbid curiosity” you reply taking a seat across from him at the small table… he closes the laptop quickly giving you his full attention… why did you want to meet here? You ask curiosity eating away at you… “This place has the best coffee, would like to order?” he asks … you nod obediently… I’ll have a caramel macchiato you reply nonchalantly… Hoseok calls over a waitress and places your order all the while focused on you… his hazel eyes drinking in every feature of your face and his tongue running across his lips …“So do you need the glasses to see or are they more of a fashion statement? You ask pointedly in a futile attempt to distract yourself from the heat spreading throughout your body … the electricity between you two crackles …. His demeanor changes when the waitress retreats back to the counter… he leans in closer as if to whisper something in your ear but stops just close enough that his breath tickles your nose and his scent fills your nostrils… “Should we get out of here?” his words and his scent are a heady cocktail…

You press your thighs together and try to steady yourself “And do what?” you stammer in a moot attempt to sound cool … “I can think of a few things” he mimics your tone while reaching across the table for your hand… his fingers intertwined with your own … the heat of his body feels almost like an extension of your own… “how far do you live?” you reply sounding a little too desperate to your own ears… “about half a mile but I don’t think I can make it that far” he replies huskily… your close proximity affecting him just the same…. “Who says we have to wait?” you can practically hear Taehyung teasing about this later… but right now there’s an itch that only Jung Hoseok can scratch and you’re willing to do just about anything for it… There is bathroom down the hall… he suggests… the words barely register before you’re on your feet and heading down the hallway pulling him along… “Are we really doing this?” he asks… “Why are you scared?” you challenge … Hoseok pulls you back and suddenly you’re caught between his chest and the bathroom door… your lips enrapturing your own in a hungry kiss…your hands weave in his hair pulling him flush against you and his hands rest on your hips making their way down to your bum… and patting your lower thigh… you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist your wet core pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans … you slowly grind against his front the friction doing little to suffice the hunger ..

Hoseok groans deep in his chest this bulge pressed against your bum… you can feel him harden beneath you… “Fuck..” he groans before maneuvering himself so that he’s half holding you and in one swift motion he pushes you both into the bathroom locking the door behind him with his foot… his lips are on your neck and chest as he pushes you up against the wall… the brick feels cool against your heated skin… you run your hands across his chest pushing his sweater up and over his head wrapping your legs around him tighter and running your hands through his hair kissing the side of his neck and biting the tip of his ear softly… “This isn’t your first rodeo” you sigh … “I could say the same for you” he replies huskily his hands run along your your sides underneath your shirt and cup your breasts.. “No bra” he smirks… “You like?” you reply coquettishly … “I love” he whispers… his lips sucking on your exposed collarbones as his hands push against the fabric of your top… “You’re so hot” he mutters as your shirt joins his now the bathroom floor… “Only for you” you before taking one of his nipples between your teeth and tugging on it gently … Hoseok grinds into you … rough denim causing friction within your stomach… you can feel yourself growing wetter with every slow thrust… “I need you now” you whine unable to keep your hips from grinding against him of their own accord…

Hoseok carries you over to the sink … you catch a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror … hair disheveled and large welts adorn your collar bones from his lips and teeth… the moment is short lived as you remove your jeans and underwear in one swift motion…. Your bare bottom exposed to him… his hands are on your sides having discarded his own jeans and boxers which now hang around his ankles… “You look so good” he hums while lining himself with your entrance… you catch your breath … the feel of him stretching you to the hilt clouds your senses for a moment … you groan eager for him to move… his thrusts are quick and fluid… you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud… holding on him for sanity… “I want to hear you” he growls .. .giving you another powerful thrust … you yelp… it feels so good to moan and shake under him… you can feel the coil in your stomach start to unravel… nails dig deeper into his shoulders … biting into his skin in order to stifle your screams and moans… his own lips are busy bruising your clavicles and tugging on your hardened buds… you can feel yourself unraveling… . your toes curling and your own hips bucking in search of that sweet release…Hoseok is close to his pace quinning and his breath hitching… “How close are you?” the hunger in his voice combined with his amble thrusts is enough to send you over the edge… your eyes are watering and you wrap yourself tighter around him as he continues to thrust riding out your own high before coming to his own climax…

“Do you think anyone heard?” you ask innocently… the cool tile floor is a balm against your over sensitive skin … you’re curled up next to hoseok… his arm serving as a pillow… “Maybe “ he hums… you stare at his side profile… his skin is glowing and you can’t really tell where you end and he begins… “So, how about another coffee date?” he smirks …

I AM SHOOKETH AFTER THISSS!!! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE ANY COMMENTS AND CC OR YOU CAN SLIDE INTO MY ASKS ;D….

#kpopwritingnet #NETWORKBANGTAN #HYUNGLINENETWORK #JHOPE SMUT #BTS HYUNGLINE SMUT #JUNG HOSEOK #BTS SCENARIOS #BTS ONE SHOT #BTS SMUT

81 notes · View notes

stusbunker · 6 years ago

Text

Known: Case of the Weak, Part A

A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dean x demon!reader, Sam, Crowley, Female Vessel OC

Summary: Crowley makes off with the First Blade, leaving the Winchesters to continue their search for Abaddon. Our reader takes Chloe’s absence to her advantage. Will she and Dean start seeing things for what they are?

Warnings: Possession, therefore we are still in the dub!con/ non!con arena, self harm scars, period sex, blood, cum play, hinted oral sex (male receiving), thoughts of fisting, dirty talk, “drug” use.

Series Masterlist

March 18, 2014

On the Edge of Magnus’s property

“Dean, you said that once we have the Blade, Crowley would no longer be useful,” Sam insisted, eyeing you carefully before handing Dean the ragged bone.

Dean glared back at Sam, his left hand still warm against your jaw, silently he took the blade from his brother. You could feel the connection buzz under his skin as he brandished the weapon. Your heart stopped as the moment unraveled before you.

Crowley tutted, casting you a sidelong glance before slamming Sam and Dean against the car. You were just a second too late, stumbling back trying to keep your cover. The King hadn’t manhandled you, but your dramatics screamed your choice. And though disappointment flashed in Crowley’s eyes, it was so brief that only you could catch it. He couldn’t have been surprised by your choice, could he?

“You know boys, I’m in debt to you. You forced sobriety on me, and now I can see the situation for what it is. Dean,” Crowley admired, “you are quite the killing machine and it occurs to me that Abaddon is not the only name on your list. My name must be up there as well.” He called the dagger to him with the flick of his wrist.

“It’s no good to you without me,” Dean’s voice almost sounded sad, as he struggled against Crowley’s magic. His voice longed for the First Blade, if he could, he would have done anything to keep it.

“Yes, but as long as I have it, it is no good to you. Now, this is the way it’s going to go,” Crowley raised his voice. “I’ll hang on to old donkey teeth here until such time as you locate Abaddon. Then you’ll destroy her. You’re right, Moose. You can’t trust me. But sadly, I can’t trust you either.”

Sam was shooting daggers at Crowley with his hazel eyes, but all you dared was to watch and wait. In an instant your King was gone, and the boys’ autonomy was restored. Defeat accompanied you all back to the Bunker.

Five days later

The Bunker

Sam was reading from the screen of his laptop, potential omens and odd crimes that could be linked to Abaddon. Then came the breaking headline: authorities had found the bodies you had torched, two of the vessels had been missing for years. The article hinted they believed it was linked to meth distributors in the area. You released the breath you had been swallowing back, unrattled by the fear their discovery had awoken within you. You didn’t say anything as the brothers shared a look at your overly casual acceptance.

“CC, listen, whatever happened, those people’s families deserved some closure,” Sam’s face was so understanding you almost felt guilty.

“Yeah, Cease, better to be a pile of ashes than to have your face linked to that kind of evil,” Dean agreed.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just, hard you know? Not knowing exactly what happened and why I was left standing,” you muttered, trying not to make her voice shake.

“Sometimes you just gotta keep going, don’t stop to over think it all or you’ll just start spiraling,” Dean cocked his head, he looked tired.

“Look who’s talking,” you smiled at him as the mischief came back into his eyes. “I’m gonna hit the hay, if you guys don’t mind. Still a little sore.”

“No, of course,” Sam’s voice was soft as he gave you a half-hearted expression. You pinched Dean’s shoulders as you walked past him, his hand reaching up to brush your fingertips before you headed down the hall to your bedroom.

*^*

You had long worried about your vessel, the very human functions that other demons never dealt with were everyday realities for you. You chastised yourself, that if you were in more control those base needs would disappear. Yet they persisted, even without Chloe’s presence to dictate them. You ate and drank, slept and shat. In some regard it was welcomed, because her body healed and yearned too. Things that dead vessels couldn’t do, despite their demons’ demands.

You were on the third day of her cycle when you woke in the night, rising from a dream that only drove your desperation. It ached, an emptiness that was only amplified by the moisture. Blood not lust, though to you, they were two faces of the same coin. Her body was tender and pliant, the bruises along her neck were nearly faded into her russet skin. Mindlessly, you walked down the hall, not bothering to knock as you slipped into Dean’s room. He sat up with a start, but like the natural hunter he was, he read the circumstances in the time it took you to reach his bed.

“Hey, everything alright?”

The high of fighting off three of Abaddon’s minions was still pulsing through you, and the pull of Dean’s body seemed to increase the longer you stayed with them. Maybe it was the Mark or maybe it was because he was looking at you like a free dessert, either way an intensity pulsed through the air, making you dizzy. His hand came up, drawing you into him, your eyes closed with the contact. Gently, Dean pinned your legs between his thighs as he looked up at you, waiting for you to speak, to kiss him, anything. His patient eyes searched yours until they gave you the strength to let go.

“I need you, Dean. And it’s messy and beneath you, but please, just fuck me tonight, just make me forget.”

His eyebrows raised slightly before he stood, knocking you back on your heels and kissing the air from your lungs. His strong arms pinned you to his chest, as if he would never let go. The kiss deepened, his tongue urging yours. Every heavy, over-sensitive inch of you pressed against Dean, mere strips of fabric keeping your skin from his. Hastily, you worked his shirt off, hands slipping over his broad back and onto his ass, full and tight beneath his boxers. Dean’s hands held your face, his fingers gently stroking through your hair, slowly his lips trailed up your jaw and landed beside your ear.

“How do you want to do this, Cease?”

If there ever was a voice that could make you cum just by a question, it was Dean’s. You shivered with the timbre before you slipped your shirt over your head to lay it on the edge of his bed where he had just been sitting. Stepping back to you, Dean’s hands found your waist and lifted you down onto the sheet. His mouth mesmerizing as his lips burned a trail down your bare chest. His shorts were pitched against his erection, but he ignored himself and focused on you. Eyes drinking you in as you moaned with the lap of his tongue against your breasts. The gentle sting of his stubble adding to the dampness between your thighs.

When his hands slipped down your lounge pants, he left your panties on, not wanting to rush it. He recoiled at the carving you left on her thigh, you hoped it was dark enough to hide how old the wound was. You pulled him closer with your feet, craving his weight against you. Needing him closer, everywhere. He fell gently above you, hands braced on either side of your face. His groin nuzzling against your clothed heat. Your legs snapped around his waist and you kissed him, begging him silently.

*^*

The word found his eyes like a billboard, bright and prominent in the starless night. There had been no hesitation, no remorse. If the words on his Baby in Enochian were for Crowley, there was no doubt who this greeting was for. The rage and guilt stretched inside him like a fog, his pulse beating in his ears as his cock throbbed impossibly harder. The Mark stung like it was sucking the air around them, calling for its release. Maybe it sensed the blood, maybe it knew he wouldn’t stop until it served its purpose and ended the last Knight of Hell. Maybe he was projecting his lust upon the path he had chosen. Either way, CC was his and he was going to prove it, no matter what any demon could carve into either of them.

*^*

“You’re killing me, Cease,” Dean groaned into your neck, his top teeth scraping against your collar bone just before he stood and removed his last layer of clothing. You soon followed, tossing the ruined boy shorts into the corner of his room. He stroked himself, leaning over your body to reach into the nightstand for lube. “As much as you’re dripping, blood is a crap lubricant. Especially with what I want to do to you.”

His voice was barely a whisper, yet it was the only sound you ever wanted to hear again. You leaned back on your elbows, watching his heavy length slide through his calloused palm. He tapped your thigh, and you opened wider, planting your feet on the edge of the mattress. You saw him swallow as he took in your red coated curls. Before you could say anything the fingers on Dean’s free hand spread you open, giving him access to tease your clit with his ruddy tip. You bit your bottom lip to keep the demands from escaping your mouth.

He looked down at you as he sank inside you, deep and forceful. Your back arched and without a moment to adjust, he began his assault. Soon the air was thick with iron and sweat, his hips smacking into you with the juiciest of sounds. When Dean went back to your clit, your sight went out and Chloe almost broke the surface. You moaned against the effort of locking her away, causing Dean to hum in appreciation. The power and the pleasure were spiraling between you. Without realizing it, you started kneading your tits and teasing your nipples while Dean continued to huff above you. Chasing your finish together.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl. You just begged for this, Cease,” Dean rasped, pulling one leg flush to his chest and setting a new, deeper angle. You smirked down at the bloody streaks between you, you knew your boy wouldn’t mind some red wings. “You like that? You like making a mess?”

You whimpered in acknowledgement, clamping down as he dragged his length against your g spot, revving you up so quickly you thought you’d pass out. It hit you fast, cum gushing over him with the foulest of words slipping off your tongue. Dean set your leg back on the bed, rolling his hips slower as he eased you down. “Alright, on your belly,” Dean quipped, with a twirl of his forefinger.

You settled on your tip toes, ass and weeping pussy on full display. Dean’s large hands clutched at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart before slamming back home.

*^*

It was taking every ounce of self-control for Dean not to spread CC open and fist her cunt until it shattered. The Mark still burned with the pulsing of her last orgasm. His nose drew in demandingly, the tang of her was delicious. But there was something underneath the blood and want, something dark and sinister, yet unplaceable and familiar. He relished in the cushion of her curves against his hips, the resistance a reminder that she was soft and breakable. That she had begged to forget and how could he stop himself from obliging in something so mutually beneficial.

*^*

You screamed into the bed top, it hurt so good. Your shirt rolled underneath you, as your bodies rocked back and forth over the memory foam. Your walls fluttered with the next build up, Dean’s speed doubled against your tightening core.

“Dirty girl, gonna paint that ass. You like that? Want me to mark you up?”

“Fuhhhhh, Dean,” you moaned.

“Yeah, that’s it. Dirty slut,” Dean shoved you down with a swift forearm to the small of your back and the erratic strings of cum fell over your heated skin. He exhaled, the sound of his pumping fist slowed as you rapturously lingered in the drying spendings all over you. Your swollen lips pulsed still. His fingers teased the crest of your ass, tips skating through the mess. You could have sworn you felt his initials form before his straight teeth nipped at your shoulder. A chill straightened your spine and you rolled to take his sinful mouth once more.

He was weight and warmth and everything you needed. But the dark glare he gave you when you broke the kiss, nearly sent you over another ledge.

“Time to clean up,” Dean hinted. “On the ground.”

*^*

Chloe had been walking to the motorcycle for what felt like forever, but as with most journeys, the destination was not the point. She felt them following behind, gaining on her across the short distance from the tree line to the gravel drive. She shouldn’t have been this calm, but something kept her shoulders straight and her chin up. She knew what she feared wasn’t why they were coming for her, but that only made her more anxious. A ringing in her ears exploded and she closed her eyes to try and will through the sound. Suddenly she felt sensation pooling between her legs, and she fell over in confused arousal. Just as quickly, everything righted itself. When she looked back up, she had made it to her bike, helmet already in hand.

She was down the road in a matter of moments, they watched her intently as she made her dramatic exit. The encroaching night seemed frozen in gloaming as she shifted into third and then fourth gear. The bull sauntered out from the shadows and stopped in her path, she downshifted easily but the animal did not stir as she slowed to a stop.

“I didn’t mean for you to come here,” her granddad’s voice echoed around her and the animal.

“Like that could stop me,” she muttered, raising her hand to pet the massive elk.

“Strange you are still tethered to the living.”

“My body was hijacked.”

“And yet you live.”

“I have no idea how to get back,” CC huffed, she unclipped her helmet and raised it to the sky.

The voice was suddenly closer, “and yet you live.”

“I don’t want to live like this anymore. The running. Just tell me how to get back,” CC spoke to her feet, petulant yet desperate.

“Stay or go, it matters not. You will live here or there.”

“You always did this when you had something to hide. Cut the vague wiseman shit, tell me what I need to know,” CC demanded now, her only response was the glistening glance of the beast, her grandfather’s cataracts staring back at her.

At long last came a gentle answer, “first you must choose. Then you can find your way.”

The elk was off with a start, her granddad’s presence fading on the wind. She sat down along the dividing line and cried.

^*^

March 30, 2014

Hell, Michigan

“She always was more enterprising than I gave her credit for,” Crowley considered your intelligence from Sam. Abaddon had nurseries of canned souls, ready for damnation and an eternity of servitude. Souls he never had access to from sales calls or the Pit. He stared lazily from his recliner, the bliss of his high making him more endearing than you cared to acknowledge.

“Is it something that can be replicated? Shouldn’t these souls be sought out and released? Destroyed at the very least,” you didn’t know how you had come to this. Good little soldier was not on your list of strengths.

“How’s Dean doing?” Crowley changed the subject, glassy dark eyes shining with amusement. “He miss me?”

“What do you think?” You really didn’t have the patience for babysitting.

“He always was good at ignoring his true desires,” Crowley brushed off your sass. “Kind of like how he lives in the suite of denial you keep nice and hot and wet for him. Christ, Y/N, how long have you been dragging him along with her, assets?”

“Does it matter, you have the First Blade and he has the Mark, all I am worried about is staying off the wrong end of that combination.”

“You know, I appreciate your candor.”

“Thank you? Sir?”

Crowley hummed, eyes fixed on the sun cresting through the blinds. He stayed like that in quiet contemplation as you weighed your options. There was a rumor of a Rugaru two towns over and plenty of vagrants along the way back to Kansas for you to distract yourself with. You didn’t need to be here. But Dean had grown surly and if the First Blade helped keep the edge off, you’d get it for him. Just as you got the blood for Crowley.

“Any news from Castiel these days?” Crowley’s question sent you from restless to alarmed in just six words.

*^*

@mogaruke @dontshootmespence @mrswhozeewhatsis@smi727@sassykayla255@supernaturalboi@dumbthotticus@eve05glee@veroinnumera@spn-dean-and-sam-winchester@fanfictionrecommendations-com@soullesscollection-world

Next Chapter: Case of the Weak Part B

#moc!dean #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #moc!dean x reader #demon!reader #dean winchester x demon!reader #period sex #blood play #dub!con smut #dean smut #dark fiction #dark fic #spn dark fic series #known series #spn smut #self harm #the first blade #moc!dean x demon!reader

51 notes · View notes

fafulous · 6 years ago

Text

New Orleans’ Auror (TOxHP) Chapter 7

Synopsis: Willow Scarlett, the ministry’s best Auror, decides to take a long sabbatical and settles in the mysterious city of New Orleans.

Little does she know that her past comes backs to haunt her in this very city along with a particular family only Willow has heard in tales and folklore.

Co-Author: @sweetpea-cc

Chapter 1 | Chapter 6

Scarlett paced up and down as she narrated the night's events to her not-so-human family. Everyone listened with delight, especially Lucy, her cute large elf ears standing upright with all the attention. Her excitement was at its peak, knowing that the Mikaelsons actually exist. Carlisle was not happy with the turn of events - he hated vampires.

"Good Lord, ungrateful hooligans. I told you this was a wrong place to be."

"Oh good heavens sir, why do you keep saying that?" questioned Willow.

"They're so dangerous. So dangerous. It's not our world to mess with. Anyways," he let out a huge yawn that made Iris ruffle her feathers, "it's midnight and it's really time I go to sleep-"

Willow chuckled as Carlisle passed out while talking. She turned around and walked to her room, with Iris on her shoulders still and Lucy following her.

Willow's room had subtle lighting, with minimalistic furniture. A medium size wooden four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room with light blue sheets, with no shortage of pillows. She loved blue, ever since she got sorted into her house in Hogwarts- Ravenclaw. The window was clad with light green curtains, which had a direct view of her plants outside, with some black cauldrons on the deck.

On one side of the room was her wardrobe with clothes for all the occasions and the other side, which was her favorite, had her oak study with her parchments, quills, and inks. Beside the table, she stacked a few more books that were close to her heart. The walls had photos of her along with Lucy and Iris, goofing around in the Quidditch World Cup with hats bigger than their heads.

Iris perched over on the bed's footboard and watched her owner untie her hair.

Lucy finally broke the silence, "How did they look Willow?"

She chuckled to herself thinking about the night. She was frustrated with the ungrateful vampires except for the man who walked her home.

"Handsome- er. Um, they look just like normal humans," she corrected herself, being a little flustered. "That Niklaus Mikaelson is a riot, Merlin's beard. Paranoid, ungrateful, narcissistic..."

Willow went on and on about him and got into the details of the night as she changed into her hazel silk night robes. She talked of Kol Mikaelson and mentioned that she had already bumped into him that very morning.

Lucy couldn't contain her excitement. "Was he the same man who walked you home Willow?"

"Nope" she stated as she sat on the side of her soft, comfy bed, "It was the other brother, Elijah Mikaelson."

Was she smitten by the chocolate-eyed vampire? Maybe a little, she thought, as she drifted into another world of thoughts.

Lucy nudged her by her thigh and broke her bubble of thoughts.

"Yes yes Lucy, you were asking?"

The little elf gave her a smirk, almost knowing what she was thinking of. She came close to her owner, her eyes gleaming from the light from the side lamp.

"I think Willow Scarlett should sleep, it's getting late."

Willow smiled and bent low to plant a kiss on Lucy's forehead. Following suit, Iris hopped on the bed to her beloved owner, stretching out her head in anticipation of a forehead kiss too. It was an everyday ritual.

"Good night my dears," she whispered as she pecked a kiss on her owl's head. Iris flew out of the room in joy and Lucy disapperated after she turned off the lights in the room in a snap of her finger.

The table lamp illuminated Willow's tired facial features and decided to give in. She scooted and pulled the bed covers to herself, tucked in cozily. Willow recalled the night's events, only for her to keep thinking about Elijah. She smiled more as she snuggled into her sheets. It took only minutes for her to drift into a deep slumber...

---

She trembled as she walked towards the Entrance Courtyard. All she could see was blinding lights from the spells cast by witches, wizards and the dreadful death eaters at one against the other with sparks of green and red light. It was the night of The Battle of Hogwarts.

The courtyard's structure was in half-rambles, bombarded recklessly by the death eaters. Her chest was bleeding from the recent scars she had encountered from Bellatrix. Her hands were bloody, clenching her chest with her tattered clothing. The smog and dust around made Willow cough as she tried to find a clearing for her to rest.

As she walked by dragging her feet, she suddenly tripped over and fell down flat. It took her time to realize that some spell had been cast on her. She turned around to see her attacker while panting, trying to make out who it was with the smog surrounding the person. It was him.

A white blonde haired man with streaks of black pointed his wand at Willow lying on the floor with the wreckage, his light grey eyes wearing a vengeful, sinister look. He held his wand sturdily giving the impression that he would attack any moment...

"Go on. Do it, you coward!"

He gave out an eerie laugh that made her hair stand on the end and he looked at her with the same contempt.

"I won't kill you Scar. You'll be useful to me one day..."

The next thing she saw and heard was a blinding flash of green light and high pitched howls.

---

Being too short for the bed, Lucy jumped onto the bed after 3 tries to wake up a shivering, sweating Willow.

"Willow Scarlett, wake up! Wake up!" shouted Lucy as she shook her.

Willow's eyes shot open and got up in an instant. She immediately kept her trembling hand on her chest, feeling her scattered scars and her fast beating heart, and closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure.

For the first time in 15 years, she had dreamt of the war, she had dreamt of him. Small beads of sweat lined her forehead. She shook her head, pushing back her messy hair to her head. Lucy was gracious enough to wipe off the sweat with her tiny hands.

"Lucy waited till 10:00 am for your morning walk and realized that Willow didn't wake up. Lucy came to Willow's room, only to see her shivering and shaking. If Willow Scarlett needs anything, Lucy is always here."

"Don't you worry. Just a bad dream," assured Willow.

"But, there is something Lucy needs to tell you immediately."

Willow straightened herself, coming back to normalcy. "Go on."

"There's this really admirable man walking up and down outside our front yard. He tried to enter the house, but the couldn't thanks to your wonderful skills."

"Is he?" she said, as she got down the bed and made her way to the living room.

Willow gave her morning salutations to Carlisle and Iris and proceeded to look at this admirable man through the window.

Below the beautiful blue clear sky was Kol Mikaelson, looking lost as if someone had given him the wrong address. Willow couldn't help but smile. She wondered if Elijah had tipped off her house location to his brother, it has to be the only way.

"Lucy do me a favour darling and run a bath for me will you, please? The man standing outside is Kol Mikaelson."

She didn't have to turn around to see their reactions. Lucy gave a huge whoop of excitement and heard her footsteps running towards her bathroom. She also heard Carlisle's mumbling on her mistake of befriending the Mikaelsons. But nevertheless, Willow made her way towards the bathroom.

After changing into comfortable clothes in a matter of 10 minutes, Willow strutted towards Kol, his back to her. He turned around at her, probably hearing the sound of her footsteps she thought.

"Looking for me, are we?"

"Bloody hell, how the hell did you come from that dirt of a house?"

"So you were looking for me?" she replied, as she came face to face.

It appeared as if the Mikaelson in front of him was a bit fidgety with his words.

"Listen here Willow, about last night," he continued as he saw her crossing her arms on her chest, "Elijah would have apologized, but nonetheless I'm sorry too for my brother's behavior."

"Oh galloping gorgons, you have nothing to apologize for. If someone needs to, its that terrible brother of yours, no offense."

"None taken, darling," smiled Kol. "Shall we go for a stroll towards the compound and continue that conversation of ours?"

"Back at your unpropitious house?" asked a concerned Willow.

"Please, I'd like to repay the favor for last night over some lovely brunch that doesn't comprise of blood, at least for you."

He handed out his elbow, just like the previous night and Willow couldn't oppose to say no.

"Please?" he asked.

"It shall be my pleasure."

The warm sun gave them comfort as they walked and talked. Willow learned that these vampires cannot enter random houses unless they get an invite, which fascinated her even more. She went on to tell him that her house was an exceptional case since everyone, supernatural or not, needed an invite.

"Are you that powerful?" asked a smirking Kol.

"I can be humble but if you want the truth, I am kind of the best."

"Marvelous!" stated a thrilled Kol, "Quick. Surprise me with a fact," he said as they both walked into the compound.

Willow and Kol stopped in the luxurious living room. Rich decors with aristocratic sofa and paintings lined the room. Not expecting this in a vampire's house, her eyes went wide open at the sight before her.

"We um fly on broomsticks - Gargoyles what the hell is a corpse of a woman doing in your living room?"

"Ohhhh um," dragged Kol, "That is my petty brother's petty ex-girlfriend, Aurora de Martel."

Willow remained to stare at the corpse on the table, thinking which brother it could be...

Unconsciously she asked, "Do all you vampires collect your ex-girlfriends and boyfriends like this?"

"Most of the times, yes." This time it was a woman's voice. Willow turned around to see a blonde hair woman accompanied by another one. "Looks like Kol is actually obsessed with you."

Willow let out a small laugh and looked at Kol.

"Oh, dear sister. Your observations are ever perfect- where are my manners? Willow, meet my two sisters. Rebekah and Freya Mikaelson."

She waved at the two of them and then continued to look back at the corpse behind the Sofa. The woman was covered with a white sheet of fabric except for her face, her red hair shabbily lying on the table. She looked peaceful in her death slumber. But it couldn't be - Willow thought she saw her eyelids twitch, which made her heart skip a beat.

"Isn't she supposed to be dead?" she asked curiously, turning around to the siblings, with her face filled in bewilderment.

"She's under a sleeping curse," said Freya as she came closer to Willow, "But don't worry about her, it's a complicated story. Kol mentioned that you, the mystical witch, will be dropping in for lunch. Allow me to take you to our dining. Elijah and Klaus will be there too."

Willow took a deep breath and nodded in consent. She felt a bit conscious because she was going to meet Elijah and the Hybrid but nevertheless, she got a bad feeling from this woman in slumber. She walked slowly towards the door and took one last glance at the unconscious woman and she swore that she saw her both her eyelids flicker.

Chapter 8

A/N: Thank you all for being patient with my slow updates! Hope you're enjoying the story! :D

Taglist: @sweetpea-cc @poemfreak306 @spunky-89 @ranger-treaty @kickasskittie23 @shanty-lol @theroyalbrownbarbie

83 notes · View notes

skelenyxx · 6 years ago

Text

4 - Secret British Accent Society ~ WOR

"Let the eagle fly. Freedom in the night. Let the eagle fly. Legends never die!" ~ New Years Day

.•*•.•*•.•*•.

*Katrina's POV*

People gave us weird looks as we passed them heading to our class. Yeah, we're weird. Get over it.

I stopped us in front of the classroom, M5. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and lead the group in.

"Good afternoon Miss Stampson," Mrs. Pendell said.

"Hi Mrs. Pendell. How are you?" I replied. She was a pretty woman in her mid twenties with long brown hair and green eyes. She was always kind. She knew how to employ discipline in students without being mean. I had her for three years as a math teacher and she was one of my favorites.

"I'm fine, thank you." She turned her attention to the boys. "Ah, you must be the gentlemen from the band. What are your names?"

Jinxx stepped forward first. "You can call me Jinxx," he said as he reached out his hand so she could shake it. She gave him a curious look and accepted the gesture.

"Jinxx? Don't you have a last name?"

"It's just Jinxx," he stated with a smile.

Andy stepped in. "My name's Andy, Andy Biersack."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Biersack."

The introductions continued and when Ash finally stepped up, Mrs. Pendell eyed him suspiciously. "You're not going to be a trouble maker, are you Mr. Purdy?" She asked pointedly.

Ashley chuckled. "No ma'm."

She continued to look at him, but directed the boys to their seats, which were directly in front of mine in the back of the class room. I pulled out my phone as the bell rang and began to scroll through Twitter. I smiled as I saw a picture that CC snapped with the guys in front of the school this morning. He blurred out the name of the school, but it was apparent to me that it was our school. In the picture, Jinxx was pulling one of his mysterious poses, Jake was pretending to strangle CC, and Andy looked like he was about to bite Ashley's head off. Literally.

I decided to post something about what is going on. So while the guys were paying attention to Mrs. Pendell, I discretely snapped a picture of the guys and posted it.

@notyouraverageKat: Regretting your decision yet boys? xD @AndyBlack @ccbvb @JinxxBVB @AshleyPurdy @JakePittsBVB

I saw Andy pull out his phone and not long after, my phone vibrated.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat I forgot why I hated math in high school.

I quickly replied back.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack Haha. Thinking about backing out yet?

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat I don't give up that easy.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack Just wait till English. Mr. Fredricks will have you runnin with your tail between your legs.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat but I don't need English. I speak British.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack You and your Secret British Accent Society.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat Yep. SBAS.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack More like BS.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat not even

@AshleyPurdy: @AndyBlack @notyouraverageKat What's this I hear about a tail between the legs?

@JinxxBVB: @AndyBlack @notyouraverageKat @AshleyPurdy I am deeply intrigued.

@JakePittsBVB: @JinxxBVB wtf dude?

@notyouraverageKat: @AshleyPurdy @JakePittsBVB @JinxxBVB I was talking about our English teacher, Mr. Fredricks

@AshleyPurdy: @notyouraverageKat why do we need to take English?! I've been speaking English for 28 years. I don't need English!

@ccbvb: @AshleyPurdy You're 30 dude. What did you speak the other 2 years?

@AshleyPurdy: @ccbvb Gibberish

@notyouraverageKat: @AshleyPurdy @ccbvb omfg

@JinxxBVB: @notyouraverageKat @AshleyPurdy @ccbvb @JakePittsBVB @AndyBlack But at least in English you can use big words like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

@notyouraverageKat: @JinxxBVB I thought Andy was the one who uses big words.

@AndyBlack: @notyouraverageKat He stole my job.

@notyouraverageKat: @AndyBlack @JinxxBVB @AshleyPurdy @ccBVB @JakePittsBVB haha well you guys might wanna put your phones away or you're gonna get detention.

@ccbvb: @notyouraverageKat psh. Nah.

@notyouraverageKat: @ccbvb suit yourself

I put my phone down and right on cue, Mrs. Pendell called CC out.

"Mr. Coma. Would you like to spend after school in detention?"

CC looked up from his phone like a deer in headlights and I suppressed a laugh.

"No ma'm."

"Then put your phone away and pay attention."

I pulled out my phone and typed up something on Twitter.

@notyouraverageKat: @ccbvb BUSTED

CC silently pulled out his phone and typed something.

@ccbvb: @notyouraverageKat oh shut up

-------------------

The rest of the school day passed seamlessly. The guys seemed bored out of their minds for most of it, but still kept up. They seemed to have the most fun in P.E., although it's quite understandable why. We were playing dodgeball and it was boys against girls.

When the game started, it was pretty even. Of course, the guys were on the opposite team. Most of the people of the boys' team avoided them, which resulted in them getting hit by my team. I greatly enjoyed hitting a few guys in the face, but the best part was when it became a rivalry between the guys and I. I managed to hit Andy in the back and got him out. The rest of the guys turned toward me and started throwing the balls. They missed. Ash threw his ball a little too high and I caught it, which sent him out, too. Then CC, Jinxx and Jake all threw at the same time and I couldn't dodge them. So I was out too.

I pulled out of the parking lot and smiled as I went through the day in my head. It truly had been a good day.

I pulled into the parking area of my apartment complex, underneath the overhang. I got out and grabbed my bag.

George was working the front desk as I walked into the lobby. "Hey Katrina. How was school?" George was 20 with blonde hair and pale skin. His hazel eyes stood out from his complexion and contrasted with his black snakebites. His dad owned the complex, so even though he wasn't that sociable, he still got a job.

"It was actually pretty good," I told him as I leaned on the front desk.

"That's a first in what, a month?'

"It's only been about a week!" I exclaimed.

"Whatever," he laughed. "So what's got you all happy?"

"I finally got my Senior Project going!" I smiled a cheesy grin. "You're not going to believe what band it is!"

"What band?"

"Guess."

He thought for a few seconds. "Is it at least a good band?"

"I would say most definitely."

"What genre?"

"Rock."

He thought some more, then his face lit up with realization. "It's BVB isn't it!"

"How'd you know?" I asked him.

"I saw a pic of them on Twitter this morning out in front of a high school. I didn't realize until now that it was the high school here, though. Damn, you really know how to work your connections don't you?" He gave me a smirk.

"Actually I didn't do anything but send out the request. The school did everything. I didn't even know they were coming until this morning." I stuck out my tongue.

"You're mature," he laughed.

"Haha that's what Jinxx said."

"Wait, so you actually talked to them!?" He was going fanboy with this. He too was a huge fan of BVB.

"Yeah and they're really cool. I spent most of lunch with them and they're taking all the same classes I am, so yeah."

Right then, George's dad, Mr. Baxter, walked in. He looked at George and I talking and said, "George, get back to work before I cut your pay to minimum wage."

George scrambled back to his papers and started writing.

"Well I gotta go anyway. See you later, George," I said as I waved goodbye.

"Bye Katrina," he said without looking up.

I took the elevator to the third floor, being too lazy to take the stairs. As I entered my apartment, I tossed my bag to the floor and walked into my room. The wall opposite the door had a window and under that sat my bed. My bed had a purple and teal polka-dotted bedspread and black sheets. In the left corner beside my bed was a darkened wood framed mirror, and on the other side of my bed was a light wooded desk covered in papers, makeup supplies, and a few curling irons and flat irons. On the right wall was the doorless closet.

My walls were white, but you wouldn't be able to tell that by looking at the left wall. The entire wall was covered in band related things: quotes, pictures, and posters of BVB, SWS, MCR, Linkin Park, PTV and Breaking Benjamin. There was also a Black Ops II and a Call of Duty: Ghosts poster up there as well. Any portion of the wall that didn't have anything on it was covered up by a neon pink post-it note that had song lyrics written on it.

The rest of my walls were dedicated to my friends and I. There were scattered pictures of us at football games and rallies, making stupid faces and climbing on each other's backs. There were a few pictures that we had taken of us at the Sadie's dance a few years back and at our Junior Prom. Looking at those pictures made me miss them, but I couldn't take them down. They were the first people to ever accept the real me. And regardless of whether they were close friends or not, they made my high school years worth it. They kept me happy and out of the darkness that seemed to overwhelm my life. But lately, even their occasional company was enough to help. The darkness had been really clouding my life. The arrival of the guys had really helped today, but in a week, they'll be leaving too, and I'll be back to my solitary life.

I pushed that thought from my mind. I couldn't be focusing on the past that I couldn't change or the future that hadn't even happened yet. I had to focus on the here and now.

I pulled off my leather jacket and the rest of my clothes. I pulled on a pair of old and comfortable ripped up jeans and an ACDC shirt that I had cut and tied into a razor back. I pulled my long, dirty blonde hair into a ponytail and sat down on my bed, looking at the framed picture of my parents and I that sat on my bedside table.

In the picture, I was about three years old. I had my light blonde hair pulled up into two pigtails and I was smiling really big, like I was having the time of my life. I was sitting on my dad's shoulders, holding on to his head while he held my legs. He had a graying mustache, brown hair and blue eyes. His face was smiling, with creases by his eyes. Right beside us was my mom, long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and worry wrinkles on her forehead. She was looking at us, smiling with happiness and love. Why did I have to lose that?

I can still remember the voice of the man taking me out of daycare, telling me that my parents were gone, that I was never going to see them again. To be honest he couldn't have been more blunt. I remember the day that I was put in the orphanage. Both my parents were an only child and my grandparents were dead, so I had no where to go. And I remember curling up in my new room and crying for hours, with no one there to comfort me. I had only been three, going on four, and that picture was the only picture I had left of us. Merely days after I got put in the orphanage, our house got burned down by an arsonist. Ironic, I know.

I pushed those thoughts from my mind as well. I didn't want to think about those things, not on a day as great as this.

Seconds later, my phone dinged, pulling me back to reality. I checked it and it was Andy. I had given the guys my number in case they needed it for help on homework, but I wasn't actually expecting them to use it.

(A/N: A=Andy K=Katrina)

A: Math is killing meeeeeeeeeeeee. Like I don't ever remember doing this shit

K: Haha need help?

A: YES we have been trying to do this for like an hour and we haven't figured it out yet.

K: Well then I'm on my way

A: Bring fooooooooooood ~ Ashley

A: Sorry, Ash took my phone

K: Lol well tell him that I'll bring Taco Bell xD

A: Ugh Jake told me to tell you to bring Chinese food (don't do it)

K: Well tell Jake that ima broke ass bitch so it aint happening

A: Rofl ok

I chuckled as I put my phone in my pocket and started to head out to my car.

-------------------

I pulled into the driveway of the house that they were staying in. It was quite large. I got out and walked to the door. Before I even had the chance to knock, the door swung open to CC.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" He screamed as he snatched the bag out of my hands and ran inside. Jake came to the door and let me in.

"Apparently CC is hungry," he said to me as he led me to the living room where everyone was at.

"Apparently," I laughed as we entered.

"THANK YOU!" CC said with a mouth full of food.

I laughed, "You're welcome, CC."

Andy patted the seat beside him on the couch and said, "So we figured out how to do the problem."

"How'd you manage that?" I inquired as I sat down.

"You sound surprised," Jinxx remarked.

"Yeah, we're smart," Ashley added.

"Sometimes," Jake said.

I laughed. "No it's not that, it's just that Andy made it sound like it was terrible."

"It was. But we looked it up on YouTube," Andy said.

"So you cheated?"

"No! It's called using your resources."

"Sure it is," I laughed.

Next thing I know, CC is flying through the air and landing on me and Andy. I squealed and pushed him off of us onto the floor. Everyone was laughing as CC pouted at me.

"Meany," he said.

"Hey, you're the one who jumped on us," I laughed.

CC shrugged and got up off the floor and walked out of the room. Moments later, he returned with a movie in hand.

"What movie is that?" Jinxx asked him as he put it into the CD player.

"Oculus," he stated with a devilish grin.

"YES!" I screamed while throwing my arms in the air. "HORROR MOVIE!"

"Someone's excited," Jake stated while sitting down.

"I love horror movies," I gushed. "They scare the living crap out of me but I still love them."

"Well good, you'll fit right in," Andy laughed as he pulled out a blanket

We all settled down around the living room and watched the movie. Multiple times I curled up in a ball, covering my eyes when I thought a jumpscare was about to happen. After about the 5th time, Andy turned to look at me and chuckled.

"I thought you like horror movies."

"I do but I hate jumpscares," I replied as I curled into a ball again and braced for another one. In the dark I saw him smirk as he scooted closer to me and put his arm around me. I sighed, uncurled and accepted the gesture.

-------------------

Sometime during the movie, I dozed off. I had a dreamless sleep, which was sort of unusual considering I normally have endless nightmares and the occasional night terror. I woke to someone laughing.

I opened my eyes to a blinding light. At first, I wasn't sure where I was, but as my eyes adjusted, I made out the living room and remembered. The person laughing was Jake. He stood in front of me and was laughing, seemingly, at me.

After a moment, I realized why. I was on the couch with a blanket over me, and I had been sleeping on Andy. His arm was still around me and I had been resting on his shoulder.

I immediately got up and tried not to wake him, but he woke anyway.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You two were sleeping together on the couch," Jake replied whilst still laughing. I fought the blush rising to my cheeks. Then I realized something.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"7:00 am. Why?"

"Shit. I need to go to my apartment to get ready for school at 8:00."

"I'll go with you," Andy offered as he got up and began to head upstairs to where I assume his room is.

Within a few minutes, Andy came back down and we headed to my car. As we drove down the road, Andy went through a few of my CDs and pulled one out. With a smirk, he put it in without me seeing. I immediately recognized the sound of Exordium ringing through the vehicle. I smiled as I mouthed the words.

The kingdom of God is inside you and all around you

Not in a mansion of wood and stone

Split a piece of wood, and God is there

Lift a stone, and you will find God

I laughed lightly as I saw Andy do the same as me.

When we pulled up, I rushed inside with Andy in tow. When we got to my apartment, he stayed in my room while I changed in the bathroom. A purple T-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, simple, but perfect for me. I flat ironed my hair real quick and put on a light amount of makeup. I also put on my Warped Tour rubber band bracelet and my BVB rosary necklace.

I exited the bathroom to find Andy going through the CDs on my self.

"You have quite the collection of albums over here," he commented.

I smiled. "Thanks. Whenever I have extra money, I go out and buy a CD. I prefer hard copies."

"Damn. Green Day, Falling in Reverse, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, Avenged Sevenfold, Flyleaf, and there's still more!"

"Heh, yeah."

He turned to a picture on my wall of me with BVB. It was taken a few years ago at one of their shows. It was the first and only concert I had ever been to.

"You met us?"

"Yeah, years ago. Wretched and Divine Tour."

He smiled. "What other shows have you seen?"

"That's the only one I've ever been to."

"I feel lucky."

He then picked up the picture of my parents and I. He is in a really curious mood.

"Are these your parents?"

"Yeah."

"Where are they now?"

"They uh moved. They moved to Maryland. I moved into the apartment so I could stay here." That was a boldfaced lie. They're gone. But I wouldn't tell him that. He didn't need my pity story.

"Oh."

"I don't mean to dampen your curious mood, but we need to get going if we're gonna make it to school on time."

"Oh, right. School. Fun."

"Haha you know it. Come on. Let's go."

2 notes · View notes

kassandra-lorelei · 6 years ago

Note

Super good luck with your interview! Thinking of you and sending positive vibes! Also, I miss your prompts. When you're up to it and have the time could you do a N/CC for: "Why do I have to smile? Why can't I just scowl? I hate everyone here and they know it!"

Here we are, my friend! I can only apologise for it taking longer than I thought it would, but it’s also longer than I imagined it would be, so hopefully that makes up for it. As most know by now, I didn’t get that job, so I’m just going to have to keep looking.

@missbabcocks1 @holomoriarty

“Why do I have to smile? Why can’t I just scowl? I hateeveryone here and they know it!”

Niles tried not to smile too widely at his wife’sdetermination to not enjoy herself at her school reunion. They’d come back toNew York on a week’s vacation to visit C.C.’s father and the dates had happenedto coincide when they’d booked the time off, so the butler had persuaded herthat it might not be such a bad idea to come along. Well, he’d mostly persuaded– they’d managed to get dressed up for the occasion, said goodnight to theirchildren and left them with Stewart and then gotten to the place, but C.C. stilldidn’t look like she wanted to be there.

Not that he blamed her, particularly. From what she’d toldhim, a lot of her former classmates had been nothing but bullying harpies for the entiretime that she’d had to be around them. She might’ve been just as rich, but theyhadn’t considered her to be…in their “league”, looks-wise. And for some reasonknown only to high schoolers that had the privilege of good looks, athleticismand lots of friends, that apparently deserved punishment.

But Niles had a very specific purpose for thinking that C.C.might benefit from being there.

“I know, love, I know,” he said, putting his arm around hercomfortingly. “But think of it this way; you’ll be showing them all how happyyou are and how much you’ve moved on without them.”

There wasn’t a huge change in her expression at that, butsomething did noticeably shift. But it was enough to let Niles know that he wasgetting through – he just had to keep going with his explanation of whyit could be good for her.

He wrapped both his arms more securely around her, placinghis hands on her pregnant belly and rubbing it, “I mean, what have they done,compared to your achievements? Successful theatre-turned-television producer,mother of three gorgeous children, soon to be five with the twins due…wife ofthe most handsome man in the world…”

The last part was accompanied by the cheesiest grin and themost ridiculous eyebrow wiggle he could manage, and at last C.C. huffed inamusement.

“Okay, now I’m smiling because I’m about to laugh,” she toldhim. Then she stopped, thoughtful, and began to fiddle with the knot of histie. “But, I guess you might have a point with the whole “moving on” thing,Hazel.”

Niles truly did want her to be able to get some form ofretribution on them – to sweep in through the doors into the gymnasium and showthem all the side of her that sent everyone from stage choreographers totelevision studio production managers scurrying for cover. They’d all be ableto see just how beautiful, successful, and powerful she was – how much she’d grownwhilst they’d probably remained stuck where they were.

But he wasn’t going to make her if she wasn’t ready anddidn’t want to do any of that. Bullies from school were not the same as worksubordinates. They got under your skin and a lot of the time, they stayed therefor years, words echoing in your head and self-esteem crushing itself withevery remembered mocking phrase.

What was always worth remembering there was that the bullieswere not as important as they tried to be. They could just as easily turnaround and walk out, leaving them all behind.

There were far better things they could be doing, likespending time alone together, rather than spending it with people who just weren’timportant, no matter how much they’d tried to present themselves as such in thepast.

“If you want, we can always skip out on this school reunion?”he took her hand away from his tie and started kissing the palm. “We don’t havebleachers in English schools, and I’ve always been rather fascinated by theidea of necking underneath them…”

Tutting, C.C. took her hand away from his lips and caressedhis cheek with it.

“Tempting, Butler Boy, but we shouldn’t,” she said, tappinghis face playfully with her fingers. She took in a deep breath, as if she’dmade up her mind about something. “Not when I have to go in there and let themall know how much I’ve moved on and how pathetic everything they did all seemsnow.”

The butler blinked at her, realising what she was saying,and the television producer grinned – presumably at the look on his face, whichshe probably found amusing.

“Congratulations, you’ve talked me into walking in there andshowing them that I’m not gonna back down this time, but at the same timeyou’ve managed to talk yourself out of a little action.”

Niles felt himself deflate a little bit, but he couldn’t be trulydisappointed. He’d managed to convince her to go in, and that was going to berewarding in itself. She knew she had him for backup if she really needed it,but he doubted she would – not if the glint that had just appeared in her eyeswas anything to go by.

It was the same spark that shone whenever they’d had aparticularly taxing round of tossing insults – the look she got when she was preparedto stand up for herself with a sharply witty comeback. It was a sign that shewas readying herself for a fight, and Niles was very proud of her for deciding thatshe was going to face this thing head-on.

He couldn’t help but think that he loved her more every day,and that he couldn’t wait to see the outcome of whatever plan was forming inher mind when they went in.

“Well, I won’t be making that mistake twice!” he smirked,and leaned in to peck her on the lips. “I suppose that’ll have to wait, though.You ready to go in and show them just how much better your life is than theirs?”

He then offered her an arm. Matching his countenance, C.C.took it and they both began to walk towards the gymnasium doors.

“I’m glad you put it like that that time, Scrubbing Bubbles…!”

They weren’t three steps into the room when they were noticed.

“Is that C.C. Babcock…?!”

The voice sounded like someone who knew perfectly well thatit was who they thought it was, they were just saying it loudly to let themknow that they’d been spotted. It belonged to a rather tall, thin woman with anangular face and auburn hair.

C.C. seemed to know she it was – after giving it a quicksqueeze, she released Niles’ arm.

“And so it begins,” she murmured to him, before taking astep or two towards the woman. “Hello, Vicky. It’s certainly been a while sincewe last spoke.”

Vicky…the name did ring a bell to Niles. Vicky…Dailey! Thatwas it – C.C. had told him all the names of her main school bullies, and this womanhad been one of them!

And if the way she was looking down her nose at C.C. (andoccasionally looking back over her shoulder at a small crowd of interested andsneering onlookers) suggested anything, it was that she hadn’t changed.

“Has it? It doesn’t seem that long since the last time wewere all together, for Coach Murray’s retirement party…” the woman clearlypretended to look and sound confused, before suddenly “remembering” something andlaying her hand over her heart. “Oh…! I forgot, it was athletes and cheer squadonly! You weren’t there.”

Niles felt the stirrings of irritation at the blatant insult(they were increased when he heard the jeering murmurs coming from Vicky’slittle group of hangers-on), but he held back from saying anything himself. C.C.gave him a very deliberate (if brief) look over her shoulder, clearly tellinghim that she had this, before she replied to her former classmate.

“No, but I was at the hospital this week while my husbandand I are staying in New York. I was getting a check-up done on our unborntwins, when I thought I saw you coming out of that Dr Goldstein’s office,” she saidcasually, rubbing her belly in a way that most might have thought wasabsentmindedly but was in fact completely on purpose. “Remind me, what’s hisspeciality again? Facelifts, or something?”

A couple of Vicky’s friends choked on their drinks in the back,and Niles bit down on the inside of his lip to stop himself from grinning tooopenly. Meanwhile, the former school (and probably current workplace andreal-life) bully delicately lifted her head and began to rub at her neck, hereyes darting back and forth between C.C. and their watching classmates.

Most likely discreetly covering stitches.

“I wouldn’t know what you were talking about, C.C….!” she said,the panic evident in her tone.

Niles saw his wife shake her head a little, and it warmedhim to imagine the little smile that would be on her face.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, it was probably my mistake,” shesaid, before leaning in as much as her belly would allow and speaking a littlemore quietly. Although it was still loud enough for witnesses to hear. “Justremember this, Vicky; I dropped the weight, and can do it again. You drop anylittle stitches you might have, you can kiss your face and another twelvethousand dollars goodbye.”

A low mutter came from the watching crowd that clearly madeVicky uncomfortable. The woman’s eyes went to them and shuffled on the spot,before clearing her throat.

“I’m, um…going to go freshen up,” she said quickly, dartingpast C.C. and Niles to head for the main doors. “It was…lovely to see youagain, C.C….!”

The producer turned after her, and went to stand with Nilesagain, putting her hand on his shoulder as if gesturing to him for Vicky’sbenefit.

“Wait, don’t you want to meet my husband?” she called to theempty space where her classmate had once been.

The main doors to and from the gymnasium shut, and Nileswiggled his fingers at the door.

“Maybe next time, then,” he called out as well, beforeputting an arm around his wife and grinning at her. “Well, it appears that mylittle pep talk did the world of good, didn’t it?”

C.C. responded by poking him in the chest, “Don’t be toosmug about it; Vicky might make it one down, but there’s still more to go.”

He’d been expecting just as much, and he took a quick lookaround behind them. The crowd that had been there to see Vicky triumph haddispersed.

“Anyone in particular that we should be on the lookout for?”he asked, letting them both turn around to walk further into the room.

C.C. peered around at the crowd – at the people chatting, dancing,and getting refreshments, humming thoughtfully all the while.

“Hm…none that I can see right now,” she eventually said,leaning against him. “Some of them might be in the bathroom, or outside havinga cigarette or something.”

“Alright, we’ll have to play it by ear, then,” Niles nodded,rubbing her back. “I really am proud of you, you know. That was the swiftestretribution I’ve ever seen!”

His wife gave him an amused look, “High praise, coming from aman who’ll fill a coffee cup full of dishwater the second he hears the words “Iknow your people discovered fire, but did they know anything about putting drinksin mugs?”.”

“You deserve nothing but the best, my dear,” he chuckled inreturn, kissing her cheek. “Now, shall we go mingle?”

C.C.’s eyebrow raised, “You just wanna see me take downanother class bully, don’t you?”

“Well, the thought had crossed my mind,” Niles winked.

She laughed openly at that, and they began to make their wayaround the room.

Funnily enough, no one wanted to seem to bother C.C. afterseeing her dealing so quickly with Vicky. Niles’ chest was nearly bursting withpride as she spoke to everyone, learning afterwards whether or not they’d beenawful to her in the past, and delighting in how many of the former bullies didn’teven attempt to make their little comments! The few who tried – either theyhadn’t seen the confrontation earlier or they were just so caught up inthemselves they didn’t care – were quickly shot down.

When they’d eventually had a couple of moments tothemselves, C.C. had quietly informed him that she’d managed to have aconversation with just about every one of her worst bullies. There had onlybeen one missing, whom she’d assumed had decided not to show up.

That thought had apparently relaxed her enough to want tostay a little longer, and she left Niles with a quick peck on the lips beforeheading off to the ladies’ room, whilst the butler stayed at the refreshmentstable and picked out a small selection of treats for them both.

It wasn’t long, however, until he felt a pair of eyeswatching him at the table. He could tell that it wasn’t C.C. – if it had beenher, she would’ve snuck up behind him and made a comment about how the school’scatering had clearly gone downhill if they could only hire one butler for thewhole shindig.

Instead, when he turned he came almost completelyface-to-face with a dark-haired woman, nearly leaning against the table withher drinks glass pressed against her lips, a hint of a smile behind it.

“It’s a lovely party, isn’t it?” she purred athim.

Niles didn’t like the flirtatious tone, especially consideringthe fact that she had no idea who he was, but he did agree that it had been agood evening so far. Seeing C.C. take down practically an entire room full ofpeople had been one of the highlights of the vacation for him, and he was surehe’d be smiling about it long afterwards.

“I must admit, I have been having a rather nice time,” hesaid politely in return.

The woman lay a hand over her heart (the other one was sureto grip her drink tightly), as if something he’d said had caused her to have arealisation.

“Oh, you’re British…!” she nearly cried, before her voicegrew softer again. She eyed him up and down. “My apologies, I had imagined thatyou might be one of my former classmates who had become…rather rugged, withoutmy knowing…”

The butler discreetly took a step away, all the whilewatching the doors for C.C., “No, I am here with my wife.”

The dark-haired woman tutted.

“And she’s left you all by yourself! Such a pity,” she crooned,taking another sip from her glass. “Never mind, I’m sure that we can make ourown fun while she’s off gallivanting…!”

The comment and the implication ticked Niles off, “I’m sureshe’ll be returning soon, Miss…?”

“Mrs. Vanderbilt. Janice Vanderbilt,” the woman held out thehand not holding her drink. “Very pleased to make your acquaintance…”

It clicked in Niles’ head then – something else that C.C.had mentioned before. The biggest bully to her in the entire school was a girlnamed Janice (and there had only been one Janice, so everybody knew who thatmeant). She’d made her life a misery whenever and wherever she could, and wasthe cause of at least a few of C.C.’s deepest insecurities. That was, the onesthat Niles himself hadn’t been a cause of and subsequently tried to fix.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” he replied, not at all meaning it andnot at all shaking Janice’s hand. “Is your husband attending this evening,too?”

He hoped the question might throw her off, but if anything,it seemed to make her bolder.

“No, tonight I’m all on my lonesome,” she said, slipping hima sly look. “I’m hopeful that that might change, however…”

Niles felt his stomach churn, and he slowly put down theplate of food that he’d put together for himself and C.C., “I can imagine.”

Not that Janice seemed to notice his disinterest-slash-disgust.

“Loneliness is an awful thing, isn’t it?” she continued.“Especially when it comes to people who don’t deserve it…”

And that was when her eyes, which had apparently been scanningthe room, landed right where she clearly wanted them.

“Though of course, there are also people out there who do,” shenodded, gesturing. “Over there by the door, for instance.”

Niles looked. C.C. was there in the doorway, having stoppedto talk to some (apparently not quite so awful) classmates after re-emergingfrom the bathroom.

Of course Janice would know that it was her. She was,without a doubt, another one who’d stayed a bully into adulthood, and she’dprobably tried to keep tabs on everyone in the class so that she could passaround malicious gossip whenever she saw fit.

And Niles was going to take advantage of her not knowing whohe was.

He blinked, and pretended to look intrigued instead of likehe was getting angry, “Oh?”

“You won’t know her, of course, but that pathetic excuse fora classmate is called C.C. Babcock,” Janice thought she was explaining. “Climbedher way up through Broadway by climbing her way up producers and backers alike,apparently. I haven’t seen her in a long time, though – she’s probably been offgetting…treatment. I’d imagine not all of those men she’s had parading throughher bed were, um…properly wrapped up and secure, if you catch my drift…”

Niles could feel the blood beginning to pump in his veins, anda little bit of adrenaline starting to surge, “Do you talk like this about allof your former classmates?”

The woman just carried on nonchalantly, as if what she wassaying wasn’t pure, hateful bile.

“Only the ones that deserve it. The ugly ones, the glasses-wearers,the ones who had acne, the ones who were overweight,” she very deliberatelylooked C.C. up and down, and scoffed. “And who still are, by the looks ofthings…”

Niles felt his fist close up, and he held it there, alongwith his breath. He could tell that Janice hadn’t finished her little spewingsession though, and he was going to let her finish. He was going to let herincriminate herself to the fullest, and then let her have it.

C.C. wasn’t with them to defend herself, so it was time forhis support. As soon as his wife came over it would be her turn, if she decidedshe wanted to confront Janice as well.

“She probably looks even more hideous up-close now,considering the fact that she obviously hasn’t done the sensible thing and hadany of it nipped or tucked. Not that it’d make much of a difference to those ofus who were lucky enough to be born with good looks that we then kept…!”

Niles looked at her disbelievingly. Like Vicky, Janice alsoshowed signs of someone who’d had more than a helping hand at keeping hersupposed “good looks”. C.C. was ten times more beautiful than either of them, andif he hadn’t been biding his time, he would’ve shouted as such from therooftops!

“I see…”

“You’re lucky that you found your way to me before being caughtanywhere near her,” the woman tried to stroke his bicep and would havesucceeded had Niles not moved before she could. “Honestly, once someone isfound out to be a loser, they are always a loser. I mean, you just have to lookat the fact that she’s clearly here alone to know that!”

The butler was nearly shaking by this stage (how dare shesay such hideous things?!), but he had to let her continue.

“It’s funny, really – I always said she’d end up alone. Theguys helped me out by making it clear that dating her was a laughable concept,and we were on at her all the time about how fat and ugly we found her,” shelifted her glass up to take another drink, looking smug all the while. “Lookslike we were right after all.”

That did it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back– the sign that now was the perfect time.

He turned to Janice, almost a snarl on his face and hisvoice nearly dangerously low, “No, you weren’t.”

That finally caught the woman’s attention, and she snortedout a short laugh through her nose, “I’m sorry?”

She was going to be sorry, alright!

“Perhaps it’s about time that I introduce myself,” he putout his hand for her to shake at last, though it was far more mocking thanJanice’s offering had been. “Niles Brightmore; C.C. Babcock’s loving husband, thefather of her three wonderful children, and living proof that everything youjust said was wrong.”

Janice didn’t shake his hand. Instead she just stared at himwith an incredulous look on her face., which was only slightly better than thearrogant smirk she’d just been wearing.

“C.C. Babcock,” she repeated, almost as though she didn’tbelieve him.

But Niles remained firm, “Yes.”

Janice’s eyes appeared to dart between him and C.C.. Shemust have been realising that they were the only two people in the room whodidn’t appear to be with anybody…

“You…married C.C. Babcock!”

“I certainly did,” the butler nodded once more, and let hischest swell more with just a fraction of the pride that he felt. “And I’ve hadnothing but the best days of my life ever since.”

What happened next didn’t truly surprise Niles, given thatit was coming from such a horrible person. Janice began to laugh – it was thelaugh of someone completely astounded and amused by what she’d just heard, evenif it was ridiculous in her view.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re really serious!” she toldhim, before her voice became thick with gleeful malice. “But, honestly, itcan’t be that good, can it? In the bedroom, for starters! After so many kids inher, having all the extra her getting in the way…? There are far sleeker modelsout there, you know…”

That last part was obviously supposed to be sultry, and shewas once again referring to herself, though why she was bothering, Niles didn’tknow. The woman must’ve been truly desperate to keep going, and to think thatshe even had a chance of him agreeing with her.

He’d never agree with someone who’d made C.C. hurt so much,and could start it all over again without even a hint of regret. He’d defendhis wife, and then C.C. would hopefully humiliate Janice to the point where shewouldn’t even think of showing her face ever again.

After all, once the Bitch of Broadway, always the Bitch ofBroadway, and these bullies were truly nothing.

“Why should I expect the woman I love to be sleek, when Ifind her the most gorgeous being in all of creation anyway?” he asked. He thenwaited for the woman to take a drink before adding one last point. “Especiallywhilst she’s busy carrying our twins!”

Janice nearly choked on her drink and as she did it soundedlike, “Twins?!”

Niles leaned a little way in towards her, looking herdirectly in the face and letting her finish coughing before he continued. He’dbeen so caught up before that he hadn’t noticed a small crowd forming aroundthe table, either – it seemed if there was any apparent gossip to be had,C.C.’s classmates would try to listen in.

On this occasion, Niles didn’t mind. The more people towitness this, the better, he thought.

“Believe me, Mrs Vanderbilt; it really is that good,” hesaid, loud enough to be heard. “Far better than whatever you were apparentlytrying to offer up on a plate. I’m not sure how marriages work in Transylvania,but here most of us attempt to remain faithful to our partners. Though Isuppose you tried to say your vows and almost burst into flames.”

He gave a small smile when Janice looked enraged at theinsult, and there was another small buzz among the crowd. He wondered how many hadlooked up to Janice and had been her friends, or how many she’d tried to putdown along with his wife.

His C.C., who now appeared to be making her way over, atlong last. He turned away from the irate brunette and let his smile grow broad.

He waved his hand to hurry her along a little, “C.C.,sweetheart – there’s someone over here that I think you missed speaking to!”

Even from a distance, he saw the knowing grin on her face.It was accompanied by another glint in her eyes that he knew very well – it wasthe one they used whenever they went to a charity function or a party thatC.C.’s mother or her mother’s snobby friends were also invited to.

It meant “follow my lead”.

He nodded discreetly to let her know that he was ready, andwhen she got close enough, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed himfully on the lips. It didn’t take him long to work out that she’d completelyblanked Janice as she’d approached.

And as they pulled away, he knew what he had to do as well.

“Miss me while I was gone?” C.C. asked, massaging his chestwith one hand.

“Absolutely,” Niles grinned in return, rubbing her lowerback. “Not feeling tired, or aching?”

She shook her head lightly, “I’m good for now. Your twolittle spawn haven’t worn me out just yet!”

They laughed, making a show of being affectionate that wouldprobably be nauseating to at least a few people watching.

It was definitely irritating to Janice, who cleared herthroat loudly so that they’d turn back to her.

“Your husband here was just telling me about yourlittle…additions,” she said, her eyes flashing angrily at Niles. “Before heopenly-”

“I’m sorry, but…who are you again?” C.C. interrupted before shecould finish, putting her hand “apologetically” over her heart. “It’s been solong, and so many faces have just entirely changed!”

“Janice. Janice Vanderbilt,” the dark-haired woman spat. “Usedto be Howerton?”

“Janice Howerton?” C.C. pretended to think, before noddingin understanding. “Oh, I remember you!”

And that was when Niles saw it again – the shift in hiswife’s body language. The look that she got when she was about to say somethingabsolutely devastating.

He wondered if people who could sense storms coming got asimilar feeling as to when he watched C.C. like this.

“You’re the one who used to take off my glasses and playKeep Away with them, with your friends. And you used them to do crudeimpressions of me,” C.C. said, her voice level, as if she were simply makingconversation. “I mostly use contacts now, but every time I look over a scriptI’m producing or a contract for an actor I’m hiring, I still wear my glasses.”

Niles pursed his lips, curious as to where she could begoing with what she was saying. It hadn’t quite been the verbal wrecking thathe’d been imagining…

“I remember that you used to make fun of my full name aswell, and even after I shortened it to my initials, you’d still make updelightful alternatives. You used to follow me around the school, making yoursnide comments, or asking me ordinary questions that for some reason causedhysterics in you whenever I answered them,” C.C. continued, never once changingher tone. “I still get asked a ton of questions every day, but they’re usuallyfrom my children, and I don’t mind that so much.”

That was when Niles picked up a (rather heart-warming)pattern. C.C. was comparing her past and everything that had happened in it toher present day, and then showing Janice how well she’d done since!

“I also remember how you all used to laugh when the guys pretendedto ask me out as you all followed me to wherever I was going, and you’d yell abouthow I was just too fat and ugly for anybody to ever want to be with,” that waswhen he felt his wife’s hand reach for and grip his own, and she smiled at him.“Well, my husband seems to like me just the way I am, so I’ve stopped caringquite so much about that, too.”

Niles felt the heart-warming sensation deepen and he smiledback at her, squeezing her hand. He absolutely adored her just how she was, andhe was honoured to be there with her.

C.C. then casually turned back to her former bully.

“But that’s enough talking about me,” she said, cocking herhead to one side. “What have you been doing, Janice?”

There was silence from the dark-haired woman at that, eventhough it was obvious she was trying to reach for something to say in her mind.

“Enough that I don’t have to desperately brag about it!” sheeventually snapped.

“Really?” C.C. released Niles’hand and folded her arms across her belly. “Well, we’re all here to talk aboutwhat we’re doing now, so it’s not really bragging – come on, Janice; tell usall how you’re doing.”

There was another uncomfortable silencebefore Janice finally snapped again, “I don’t owe class losers a minute of my time, letalone part of my life story!”

“Well, lucky really that I didn’t expect you to give me any information personally,” C.C. said,sounding rather pleased with herself. “But there are people in the room whohaven’t left New York, and they know what you’ve been up to. They noticed youdoing your best to climb all over my husband and filled me in.”

Niles nearly barked out a laugh, but managed to keep it tohimself. This was more like what he’d been imagining, and the feeling was trulythe equivalent of the one a child might get upon discovering that it was suddenlyChristmas.

“Is it true that Charlie’s leaving you for his secretary?Taking the kids and everything?” C.C. asked Janice. “She’s about ten or twelveyears younger than you, isn’t she?”

The dark-haired woman twitched, “Shut up.”

“And once the divorce is over, you won’t have access to thatvery healthy bank account of his, will you?” C.C. tapped her cheek, feigningthought on the matter. “You know, it’s funny – I could’ve sworn that you usedto tell me that I’d be the one to end up alone-”

Niles saw Janice’s hand grip her drinks glass tighter, justbefore she snarled at his wife.

“I said, shut up!”

The glass was thrust towards C.C., but Niles was there just intime to pull the producer out of the way. The drink spilled out over the emptyfloor, to the gasps and more murmuring of the watching crowd.

The butler then silently checked that C.C. was alright (theyknew better than anyone else if the other was hurting) and was rewarded with asmile and her hand patting just over his heart. But it was only for a moment –she seemed to have one last thing to say, which began by briefly raising aneyebrow at the spilled drink.

“You know, I’msurprised you didn’t want to finish that. But none for me; remember I’mpregnant,” she smiled sweetly up at Janice, and rubbed her belly for effect. Shethen turned to Niles, and took his arm. “In fact, I think I’m actually gettinga little tired. Would my husband care to escort me home?”

And that was it – she’d faced all the main bullies of herchildhood. She’d shown them that even though she remembered what had been doneto her, she hadn’t let it stop her from being a success. She had an exciting,high-powered career, she was a mother to wonderful children, and she had ahusband who adored her more than words could say.

The bullies couldn’t take that away from her, no matter howbadly they’d tried to keep her down. And now they knew it, so it was time forthe couple to take their leave.

Niles smiled softly at her, “I’d be delighted, my love.”

He happily escorted her through the gathered crowd, towardsthe exit.

“Ciao, everyone,” C.C. waved at them as they passed. “We’llsee you all next time around!”

Niles gave them all a friendly look as well, “Lovely meetingyou all.”

They made their way out, and as they descended the steps infront of the school entrance, Niles wrapped his arm around C.C.’s waist.

“You really are an extraordinary woman, you know,” he said.

She blinked back at him, “Hm?”

“You just walked into a room full of people who made yourlife a living hell as a teenager, faced them all down to prove them wrong, andthen left with a smile on your face!” he stopped them when they got to thebottom of the steps, and wound his arms completely around her, caressing herbelly lightly. “And, I might add, you only had a minimal amount of promptingfrom me.”

“Well, maybe that was all it took. A little encouragement ontop of a whole lot of remembering how good I have it now,” his wife smirked, wrappingone arm around his shoulders and poking him in the chest again with the other. “Still,don’t get too smug about that.”

“Too late, my dear. Far too late,” Niles rested his headagainst hers. “I’m very proud of you.”

“So am I, Dust Buster,” C.C. murmured, kissing him on thecorner of his mouth. “Love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” the butler nuzzled her gently,and they held each other for a few moments before he pulled away a little. “Comeon, let’s be off – we might not have gotten a chance to eat anything from therefreshments table, but we can certainly stop off anywhere you’d like to getsomething before we go back to your father’s…”

But the look on C.C.’s face had changed again – to one of a womanwho had an idea that didn’t necessarily involve food.

“In a minute, lover,” she said, slipping her hands down his armsto take his. “There’s somewhere else we need to go first.”

She started pulling him away from the parking lot, apparentlyheading behind the main school building.

Niles hummed curiously, “Hm. Might I ask where?”

“If I remember my directions correctly, we are going to thebleachers,” she announced, before grinning at him from over her shoulder. “Stillcurious about necking underneath them, Dust Buster?”

The low growl that came from his throat as she led him awaywas all the answer Niles needed to give.

#anon asks #the nanny #niles and cc #niles the butler #cc babcock #otp: always been bitter together #otp: butler bitch

11 notes · View notes

kfs1001 · 6 years ago

Text

Pride

It’s pride month and I got a few messages from people unable to celebrate pride due to homophobia and transphobia and I feel like it’s important for us to remember that while a lot of us can go out covered in pride flag colours and party at pride, a lot of LGBT people still can’t be out and loud about their identity because we are not completely safe yet

We’ve made so much progress as a community, but we still have a lot to go so don’t lose sight of why we have pride. celebrate who you are but don’t forget those who can’t yet and never stop fighting until all LGBT people can safely be themselves

@LBGT people who can’t be out for whatever reason: you’re still a big part of pride, you don’t need go all out to participate, just your existence is revolutionary. take pride in the fact you’re still here in spite of all the shit thrown at our people. not giving up when odds are against us is ultimate bravery and pride

---------------------------------------

Now, to be honest, I read this in @tra29 ‘s blog and it rang so true to me. I applaud @miz-andry. the author. I started to reply and then thought I would just blog myself giving credit where it is due.

(With a swing of the arm) And away we go . . .

There are so many people in this world who cannot be themselves because of bullying, harassment, decimation, legal limitation and the fact they live in a country which sanctions persecution. This goes beyond he LBGTQ community bringing so much into play—one’s sex, ethnicity, language, culture, political affiliations and more. I have always believed in the equity of all human beings regardless of who or what or where they may be. Pride stands for so much more and should be celebrated by all in an open environment filled with love and caring.

As a member of the LBGTQ community I have experienced the fear, the self- loathing and the feeling you just of not fit in. I have been called names, spat on and hit once or twice. But I am proud of who and what I am. I came out to friends in my teens and family in my twenties. I feel for those who cannot celebrate who they are regardless of circumstance.

When I look at G/lee and B/laine and K/urt, I see so much of myself in them. I see my friends in their eyes. In my opinion, the writers found their words in real life. Some say the show did not break ground. It brought down mountains. Entire generations watched two characters work through their struggles to overcome and love. These two men, through their characters, told a tale which is filled with beauty and joy. It moved me. It moved the world.

The CC fandom is based, for the most part, on the faith the actors behind the characters became more than their roles. We watched B/laine and K/urt grow up not only in age but in strength. We were also privileged to witnessed the magic between the actors blossom into what we discuss today. The CC fandom, like all societies, has its strife. At times this strife gets ugly and harsh words are passed around. I do not agree with all that is said or the manner in which it is said but I hold the concept of CC and all that it stands for. We are all human and we each have our passions and our personal ways to express it. I found mine in two actors portraying stellar roles.

Impish grins and a hello accompanied by the splendor of hazel and blue created a sense of wonder which enthralled many. The sparks which flew between B/laine and K/urt ignited speculation which we continue to debate today. To me the sight of them meeting on the stairs said so much more than just acting. There was a feeling about it which transgressed the TV screen. Can I really explain it in words? No. It’s a matter of faith. Faith in what you observed. Faith in what you felt. Faith in the little things many would not notice. Most of all it is faith in yourself and what you hold dear.

During the height of G/lee these two men represented something beyond words. Through their acting and their spark, they opened the door giving many the LBGTQ community courage. The nastiness of a prom played out on the screen with one man mortified and the other brave enough to hold out his hand asking for a dance. How many times was that scene replayed around the world after that episode aired. I can only guess.

Regardless of the fact some will not proclaim pride month, take heart and remember pride is not something that can be taken away from you. It is there with your every day and in every way. I need only remember hazel and blue and I find the pride in myself.

When I got home today I stopped and stared into my husband’s (and love for twenty-one years) eyes for a long time. His eyes are hazel and mine are blue. Coincidence . . . who knows.

21 notes · View notes

persuasion-check · 8 years ago

Text

Okay so I got way behind on the 30 day Countdown to Andromeda thing. (This month has been crazy, lol) So here’s me catching up....

30 Days: Will you play SisRyder or BroRyder first? Why? How does your Ryder define their gender?

Sis!Ryder, I always play a girl first if I have the option. I haven’t really thought a whole lot about gender with her tbh? She definitely identifies as female. She doesn’t hate super ‘girly’ stuff but she’s not super into it either. When it comes to looks/style, she *hopefully* is going to have kind of a punk-ish vibe going on. She really idolizes Shephard, so I think it would make sense that she built a lot of her mental image of femininity from watching her on vids and such.

29 Days: What is your Ryder’s name? Why did you pick this name - is there a meaning or origin story behind it? Do they go by any nicknames? What would you name their sibling, father and mother if you were able to choose?

Her name is Bonnie Mae Ryder. Bonnie is for Anne Bonny, the infamous female pirate. Mae is for Mae Jemison, the first African American woman in space. Bonnie is all about exploration and discovery and adventure. So I thought, well, that fits the romanticized idea of pirates pretty well. Also, I definitely wanted to use a real female astronaut’s name. So I pulled up a list and decided that Mae fit really well with Bonnie.

She doesn’t really have any nicknames? She and Scott call each other sis and bro. (& a whole list of playful/sarcastic insults, you know typical sibling stuff).

I like the names of the rest of the family alright. I probably wouldn’t change them if I could.

28 Days: Are you going to use the default appearance or create a custom Ryder? If custom, describe your Ryder’s physical appearance (hair color, eye color, skin color, height, weight, facial features, any scars or tattoos, racial origin, etc). If you have art and/or a face-claim, feel free to add them here.

Oh there will definitely be customization. I have been known to spend more time in character creation than playing the actual game, lol. I’d really like her to have sort of a punk-ish aesthetic, so I’ll have to figure out how close I can actually get to that in the cc.

I’d really like her to have short hair that’s either bright blue or bright red. (Eit: it’s actually light purple!) Yes, I know it’s weird that she’d be in cryo with dyed hair, but just work with me here, lol. Her natural hair color is the same brown as Scott’s. She’s going to have hazel eyes. She has pale skin and freckles. (Edit: Actually after reading to codex on their Mom & finding out she’s brazilian/latina I decided to make her skin a bit darker to reflect that.)

I think the canon height for Sis is 5’7” & I’m going to stick to that. Her weight will depend on the cc. If I can make her curvier I’d LOVE that! But I really doubt that we’re getting that option. =(

She has two scars - one on her left arm from a chemical burn, a small one on the right side of her lower back from the time that Scott shoved her and she fell backwards and landed on top of the glass coffee table. (They were teenagers.)

She has a lot of tattoos & I will eventually draw them all for you, but not tonight lol. I’d also like her to have a lot of piercings, but again - character creator. I’d love for her to look sort of like Hayley Williams?

27 Days: Are you going to use the default appearance for Ryder’s sibling or customize them? Describe your ideas for their sibling’s and father’s physical appearance.

Scott is staying the same. I might make his eyes the same color as Bonnie’s if they aren’t and/or darken his hair, but that’s it.

26 Days: Do you have a specific class profile or mix of class profiles in mind for Ryder?

Right now, I’m all about the Explorer profile. The one that’s just a little bit of everything? I love when games let you build your own class like that.

25 Days: Describe Ryder’s favorite combat style. Bioware calls Peebee a “gunslinger” and describe Liam as a “close-range fighter” - how would you describe Ryder’s combat role/strengths? What are some of their favorite biotic/tech/other abilities?

I would call her a wildcard. She uses a mixture of everything. Whatever fits the situation. She is a biotic, but she also has a head for tech. I’ve been avoiding spoilers so I don’t know about any specific abilities yet, but yeah. She’s absolutely unpredictable on the battlefield.

24 Days: Which squadmates do you think will best compliment Ryder’s combat style? Alternatively, who do you plan to take out most in the field?

From what I’ve seen I think Liam will compliment her pretty well. Idk who I’ll take out most. It will depend as much on personality as abilities tbh. I think Peebee will get along with her really well personality wise. They seem to have a similar outlook on life.

23 Days: Which weapons or category of weapons will Ryder prefer? Describe their favorite loadout.

As a player I like shotguns a lot. So that’s probably gonna bleed into Bonnie’s preferences too, lol. As of right now I’m thinking a mix of biotics, tech, and a shotgun.

22 Days: Will Ryder craft? What are you most excited about crafting? Do you have any names in mind already for weapons?

I always end up crafting in games so I’ll probably do it in this too. I am definitely 100% naming her sniper rifle “Archangel”. Other than that I have no idea.

#i'll do another long post like this tomorrow and hopefully be caught up?#meacountdown #bonnie mae ryder #mass effect andromeda #mea spoilers #just in case #my oc's

1 note · View note

s4lmonsk1n · 8 years ago

Text

bedridden w/ food poisoning and thinking abt Andromeda nonstop so time to Meme

30 DAY RYDER COUNTDOWN MEME: days 30-24 under the cut

30 Days: Will you play SisRyder or BroRyder first? Why? How does your Ryder define their gender?

i always play as a female on my first playthrough bc that’s the gender im most comfortable with -- plus, y’know, fem!shep was a goddess. The only bioware game I’ve managed to play FULLY as a male PC was da:o, and I think that was mostly bc they didn’t actually speak,,,,,

my Ryder is gonna be cis female too so she/her pronouns I guess!! this may change in time tho as I develop them bc I’m partial to they/them pronouns myself so haha

My Ryder’s name is Emerson! She usually goes by Emery, and her brother calls her Em/Emmy/Emma (altho he’s the only one who can get away with calling her Emma tbh). I didn’t want anything TOO outlandish seeing as we can’t change the twin’s name, so I wanted something that would fit with Scott. Plus I’ve always loved unisex names for females, especially names that can be shortened into a million nicknames like my own :3c

You know when your searching for a name and you read one and that’s just IT? even if you find one that might be prettier, or nicer, or suit them more, but nope, its just THAT one? Yeah. Once I started calling her Emerson that was her name for life. it feels weird thinking of her by any other name at this point.

i usually don’t bother with developing parents/parents names, so Alec and Ellen are fine for me. If I could rename Scott though, for some reason Lawrence seems to stick with me for him?? hmm.

custom Ryder alllll the way. I have an entire pinterest board decked out for inspo just for ideas!! check it out here --> https://www.pinterest.com/charlottemonton/ryder-inspo/

I don’t have EXACT details planned out like hair style, face shape, etc, but I know that (right now at least) I want her to have long red hair (messy bun look ya feel me,,), hazel eyes, and a MESS of dark freckles. like freckles everywhere. she’s gonna be gr8. She’ll probably have her arms/hands riddled with tiny scars from being on dig sites and such, and from her long history of accidentally blowing stuff up when she tinkers with tech (and.... maybe an eyebrow scar. Just bc im a sucker for eyebrow scars wowowo)

as for tattoos, she won’t have any downright visible ones, but she will have a space/planet themed one down her spine like some of the examples in her inspo board !!

27 Days: Are you going to use the default appearance for Ryder’s sibling or customize them? Describe your ideas for their sibling’s and father’s physical appearance.

don’t care much about dad Ryder’s look, but ive always had a thing for identical twins. So, Scott and Emery will looks eerily similar and be really close to boot. Ofc, even identical twins can grow up to look vastly different depending on different outside factors, esp with the twins different personalities, hobbies, career, etc.

He’ll have the matching freckles, red hair, and hazel eyes, but as far as that.... it’s all up in the air! I’ll have to wait and see what kind of options there are in the CC before fully deciding on Scott’s look. Maybe a bit more rugged than her due to his more military-esque background? short hair? maybe some facial hair or smth? WHO KNOWS!!

(as a note, if we can give them heterochromia, I might give them blue/hazel eyes bc im a sucker for twins with opposite heterochromia whoops)

26 Days: Do you have a specific class profile or mix of class profiles in mind for Ryder?

Em is a full-blown tech junkie. PURE TECH. She’s always had a knack for tinkering even in her youth, and she prefers working with stuff she’s made herself and KNOWS will work over anything else (moving stuff with an implant in your mind??? unless she made the implant herself, no thanks, she’s good with her good ol’ reliable drone)

I’ve played both pure soldier class and vanguard in the original mass effect, and never touched any tech abilities whatsoever. But seeing all the cool stuff classing into Tech gets you in andromeda..... BOI. Apparently you get “something special” for staying faithful and only specing into one class too, so that got me awful curious as well,,,,,

so yeah. Tech goddess over here. with a HAMMER.

25 Days: Describe Ryder’s favorite combat style. Bioware call Peebee a “gunslinger” and describe Liam as a “close-range fighter” - how would you describe Ryder’s combat role/strengths? What are some of their favorite biotic/tech/other abilities?

Emery would probably be described as something like “tech firestarter” or “elemental engineer” (Emery the Elemental Engineer what a tongue twister gg). She specializes purely in tech offense, all of which she’s either built from scratch herself (like her drone) or tweaked gear she’s been given to give it her own little dramatic ‘flare” (like the flame/cryo omni-tool). What she lacks in biotic and combat prowess she more than makes up for in strategy and cleverness and plain ol’ fightin dirty.

I can already tell tactical cloak is going to be a personal favorite of mine, as well as a goddamn FLAMETHROWER. Freezing solid with Cyro + smashing to bits with a Krogan Hammer also seems,,,,, very coool,,,,,,,

and a lil drone buddy :3 def gonna be Emery’s little robo pet that causes all sorts of mayhem around the Tempest omg

24 Days: Which squadmates do you think will best compliment Ryder’s combat style? Alternatively, who do you plan to take out most in the field?

mmmmm this one is really hard seeing as I have no personal experience with how the Tech build works offensively/defensively, and we have next to no info on what the Squad’s abilities are like yet. Not that,,,, I really pay attention to that ANYWAYS I just take the people I like the most HAHA

Vetra is a definite must (*cough* spacewife *COUGH*), esp with her heavy armor that seems like it’ll soak up a lot of damage compared to the glass canon that Emery will most likely turn out to be. Drack is another obvious choice, and those two will probably be the ones I drag around most bc hey, you can NEVER have too many tanks. plus those are the two squadmates who interest me personally the most so far so !!

#meacountdown #emerson ryder #mass effect andromeda #this has made me...... rlly love my ryder child even more............ wtf....................

3 notes · View notes

asleeg · 8 years ago

Text

the green weight of laurels

How does Magnus go from accepting Alec’s apology to helping him track Jace?

[read on AO3] cc: @halliwellxx

Alexander was a man who made it very hard to be angry at him, Magnus realized, and the thought had his stomach curling anxiously.

As if the man hadn't been dangerous enough without that particular talent.

Anger was important. Learning when it was okay to be angry had been a process that had taken Magnus lifetimes, but knowing was what had saved him from Camille. Anger was his shield and his sword-- No matter what the world could throw at him, their was nothing Magnus couldn't cut down with a bitter smile and a pointed barb.

The problem was, it should have been so easy to be angry with Alec. It used to be.

In a way, it still was. It certainly wasn't as if Alec's mistakes were any less frequent. In fact, it seemed even worse now that they were somehow "officially" romantically involved. Every cut seemed to sting a little more, and Alec's stubbornness seemed to reach even further. Sometimes, Magnus wanted to shake some sense into the man.

But when Alec apologized-- a real apology, not a contrived, dutiful one like Magnus had received that morning --there was something sincere in it that Magnus couldn't ignore. There wasn't fear there, as Magnus had come to expect from those who generally earned his ire, or even the patronizing platitude some previous romantic partners had spared.

When Alec apologized, Magnus could feel it in bones. Alec's apologies often felt more like questions-- No, that wasn't quite right, either. It was more like a plea, really. Like Alec was simply asking Magnus not to leave him behind.

And then Alec would touch him in the simplest of ways, folding their hands together or interlocking their fingers, and any desire Magnus had to do just that melted away.

So he gave forgiveness, as he had every time before, and Alec-- Well, if there was one thing you could say for Alexander Lightwood, it was that he learned from his mistakes with a devotion that was almost worrying.

Perhaps it was for the best, Magnus thought, as he stared up at Alec's face, backlit by the soft glow of the lanterns inside. With all that was happening in the world right now, maybe it would be nice to have something that could just be... easy.

It certainly felt easy, now. They both stared out at the skyline for a moment, carried by silence and instinct-- Their hands shifted, their grips tightened, until their hands were clasped with their palms flush. Between them was a gentle pocket of warmth, and they both leaned into it, shoulders brushing. In moments like this, being with Alec was the easiest thing in the world.

But they couldn't live in this moment, and the world outside Magnus's loft didn't often let easy survive unscathed. Magnus grit his teeth, and asked the question he most didn't want the answer to.

"Did you..." Magnus was careful with his words. He always was, but often Alec needed extra care. Magnus couldn't blame him; Growing up with Maryse Lightwood as a mother would no doubt have had even the most openhearted looking for a second meaning within every syllable. "... Have any luck with Jace?"

Magnus could feel Alec stiffen, his grip on Magnus's hand tightening. Hazel eyes bounced from the view to Magnus and back again, so quickly Magnus almost couldn't track them in the hazy half-light. "We don't have to talk about this now," Alec said. It was that same voice, the one Magnus particularly detested-- Quick and low, as if he made the words as small as possible, no one would know what he was sacrificing. Magnus had no doubts that the trick had worked wonders before, and that was one thing he was entirely determined to put a stop to.

"You know, the nice thing about forgiveness is that you get to stop punishing yourself." Magnus leaned further into Alec's space, absentmindedly relishing the warmth. "Just because you messed up once doesn't mean you have to stop letting me into that part of your life."

"I don't--" Magnus watched in silence as Alec's eyebrows furrow. There was a pause as he got around whatever verbal block his brain had thrown up, and then he continued: "I didn't come here because I wanted to convince you to help us."

Magnus blinked. "I didn't think you did."

It was even more of a shock when Alec's muscles suddenly loosened, his shoulders dropping from where they had worked themselves up around his ears. "Okay. Good." Alec nodded to himself. "I don't... I don't want you around for your magic."

"Darling," Magnus said, amusement starting to curl around his tongue. "If I thought that, you'd be getting my bill."

Blessedly, that was all it took to bring Alec's smile back, and Magnus relished in the sound of a low chuckle rolling through the air between them. There was a brief moment where they took the time just to smile at each other, before Magnus reached out and, as firmly as he dared, rubbed the knuckles of his free hand across the rune marks on Alec's wrist.

"You know why I didn't want to help you track Jace, right?"

Alec's eyebrows shot up at the sudden swerve in conversation, and Magnus kept his posture as nonthreatening as possible. Still, his knuckles kept sliding back and forth, the only comfort he trusted himself to give.

"I--" Alec winced. "Not really?"

Magnus nodded. His gaze wandered as he tried to find the right words, but he could feel Alec's eyes still locked on him. Any other moment, that would have been gratifying, but... Letting down walls was never any easier, Magnus was quickly learning.

After a few moments of silence, Magnus sighed and spoke. "It's no secret how painful parabatai tracking is, Alexander. And while you may be an adult, completely capable of making an educated decision, that doesn't mean I have to help you hurt yourself." He could feel Alec next to him, straining to protest, but the statement went unchallenged. "I would find it easier to say yes if you weren't so eager to throw yourself on the sword, darling. I know--"

Alec's mouth flew open, and Magnus moved his free hand up to curl around Alec's jaw gently. "I know," Magnus stressed. "Protecting them has always been your job. But it cuts so deep to think of you putting yourself through that. And to put that much stress on your soul again? So soon after the last time Jace ran off?"

A flush spread across Alec's face. "That was different. You know why I had to-- You helped them with that."

Magnus bit his lip. "That's why I'm going to help you now."

#shadowhunters #malec #mine*#fic*#prose*

21 notes · View notes

ecotone99 · 5 years ago

Text

[SF] Dolls

*** Not sure if this is the right sub, but this is a section from a story I've been writing. I've started rewriting it, and the rewrite doesn't really integrate this. But I liked these parts, and I'm not sure how I can fit them in with the main story. The formatting is a bit off due to copying and pasting.

Tech Support: Series 2 – The Prequels

Module I: Dolls

It was her favorite one and she’d lost it. It was the first one she’d ever gotten all by herself, but it fell out of her bag and now she didn’t know where it was. It was probably gone forever and there was nothing she could do.

Why wasn’t I more careful? I shouldn’t have taken it with me. Maybe if I didn’t always try to walk so fast, this never would have happened.

She did look for it. She looked for it for two whole days. And every minute, she just knew she would suddenly see it waiting for her in a patch of grass next to the playground, or maybe it was on the curb and just covered up by a dead leaf, or something. She knew she would find it, and then everything would be okay again.

Stop crying. Just get another one. How can I be crying about something so stupid? I must be defective. I’m not supposed to cry over such silly things. I’m not a baby. I shouldn’t be acting like this. This isn’t the way I’m supposed to be.

She’d known that there was something wrong with her for a long time. It was probably a lot of things. Sometimes she felt like she was intentionally made defective. That seemed like the only explanation for all of the things that always seemed to go wrong.

I know what I have to do. Why can’t I ever do it? It will only be uncomfortable for a minute. Then, everything will be the way it’s supposed to be. I don’t even know what I’m doing here in the first place. All of this is stupid. Everyone probably hates me, anyway. At least, they would if they knew what I really am.

How could she always be so clumsy? Why was she always embarrassing herself by laughing at the wrong times or tripping over simple words? And why was she always losing her things? That one was her favorite. She’d worked so hard for it, but she couldn’t even take care of it and now it was gone forever because of her.

It will only be uncomfortable for a minute. I shouldn’t even be here.

…

The young girl’s hazel eyes stared out vacantly from behind the neatly arranged rows of shoes and small boxes. Nothing remained now but the irregular clumping of eyelashes, glued together by recent tears, to indicate that the small figure now resting against the closet wall had ever belonged anywhere else but among these other lifeless things.

INCIDENT REPORT

CASE: A657329 RE: Serial No. MR23-84 Model CR-C2 F-Type [C2 Series]

Unit experienced devastating system-wide malfunctions of class 7 and above at 8:27 AM and proceeded to follow automated self-deactivation protocols. Unit initiated psychological self-deactivation preparation sequences at 9:32 AM, and the final deactivation sequence was completed at 12:43 PM.

Unit’s self-diagnostic logs indicate that it had been experiencing malfunctions intermittently but with increasing frequency and severity for at least seven months. These malfunctions have been confirmed by our diagnostics team.

Though the original cause of the unit’s malfunctions has yet to be conclusively determined, preliminary analysis indicates they were almost certainly a result of defects caused by design flaws in the third subprocessing matrix of the unit’s Central NERVUS System. Synaptic relay nodes J3-J18 seem to have been particularly compromised.

Affected systems include emotional generation and regulation, motor coordination and control, memory integration and recall, interpersonal interaction, speech processing, as well as multiple secondary and tertiary systems that cannot be conclusively identified right now due to corruption in the unit’s diagnostic logs.

The unit was also found to be in possession of nineteen human fingers and six extracted cybernetic implants, including the REM induction implant of Senator Lexa Khan, who disappeared six months ago and whose severed index finger was found at Zenra Park last Thursday.

As with the other malfunctions noted previously, the original cause of the unit’s aberrant social behavior has still yet to be determinedd, but we do not have any evidence to believe that it was the result of the various malfunctions we discovered in the unit’s aggression systems. Analysis of the unit’s logs would appear to indicate that it was not even aware that the more violent acts it had been committing were socially unacceptable or considered undesirable by human beings.

However, due to the extremely violnet, public, and severe nature of these malfunctions, we have ordered an emergency recall of all remaining C2 units and have already broadcast the deactivation instruction on the global C2 remote command channel.

END REPORT – TECHNICIAN KM

Axxesss™ Internal Messaging System

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 9:33

From: Jonathan Kren

To: Kyle Murphy

Cc: Jaxia Wanner

Subject: Your report on case A657329

Kyle,

I am at such a loss right now trying to explain what could possibly make you think it’s acceptable to attach something like that to one of your incident reports that I don’t even know where to begin. I’m not sure whether you thought this would be funny, whether you were trying to impress your new boss with a mediocre dramatization, or whether you were just high or drunk, but I am very angry. This was extremely unprofessional, inappropriate, offensive, and honestly, more than a little bit disturbing.

I know you’ve only been here for a few days, so I’m going to try to give you the benefit of the doubt and send you to our psychiatrist, Dr. Jaxia Wanner, instead of simply firing you immediately. Please be aware that your continued employment is entirely dependent upon Dr. Wanner’s evaluation and recommended course of action.

If you want to pursue creative writing, do it on your own time. While you’re at work, stick to doing your job.

You also need to correct several formatting, capitalization, and spelling errors in your report. Please run a diagnostic on your spell checker’s personality subroutines. I expect you to review our formatting guidelines on your own.

This is your only warning. The next time, you’re fired.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 9:44

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Jonathan Kren

Cc: Kyle Murphy

Re: Your report on case A657329

Jonathan: Please stop harassing the new hires. You’re not a supervisor. You don’t even work in tech support. You can’t fire anyone. And stop telling people that I’m the psychiatrist or our resident sex therapy robot. This isn’t funny. You’re on probation, and the next time you do this, YOU’RE fired.

Kyle: You need to revise your introductory summary without embellishments to the unit’s internal logs. This type of writing is not appropriate for an incident report.

Please delete your final paragraph, rewrite the summary of the unit’s pre-incident cognitive logs without stylistic flourishes (changes from third person to first person, italics, etc.), move any non-technical information (such as descriptions of the unit’s criminal activities) from the main document to the final section of your summary, remove speculation about the unit’s motives, and generally try to refrain from attempting to anthropomorphize the unit’s malfunctions for dramatic effect, no matter how tempted you might be.

Also, please use only official system names in the main document instead of referring to systems by their functions, and remember to use trademark symbols.

Finally, please do review our formatting guidelines as well as correcting the capitalization and spelling errors in your report before resubmitting it. And remember to include the date as well as the time. I don’t have time to list everything here. This is sloppy work, and you need to do better.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 9:49

From: Jonathan Kren

To: Jaxia Wanner

Cc: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

Jaxia, please reboot yourself. I’m sending a technician to take a look at you.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 9:51

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Jonathan Kren

Cc: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

Wow. Clean out your desk by the end of the day. You’re fired.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 9:52

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Cc: Jonathan Kren

Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

lol

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 9:54

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

…Excuse me?

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 9:57

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

Oh god. I am so sorry. I meant to send that to Jonathan.

Um, and I didn’t write that introduction. I have no idea where that came from. I didn’t even know I was supposed to attach a narrative description of the unit’s logs to the incident report.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 10:23

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

You are on really thin ice, Kyle. Please just reread the guidelines, revise your report, and resubmit it.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 10:31

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

I really am so sorry. I didn’t mean to send that to you or screw up the report. I get very nervous at new jobs. I just have one more thing. Where do I find the formatting guidelines for the main document?

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 10:35

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

They’re in the data packet you were provided when you were hired.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 10:37

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

Okay. I’m sorry. But do you know where it will tell me how to correctly format the serial number and the model identification code in the header?

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 11:49

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

Section 5.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 11:51

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

Is there a new version? Section 5 in my data packet describes the calibration procedure for the auxiliary Penissary Interface Drive controllers of the Khan Series combat cyborgs.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 11:59

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

I have sent a new copy of the data packet to your terminal. Please delete any files you may have received from Mr. Kren.

For future reference, PID can stand for several different things, none of which will ever be ‘penissary interface drive’. And we have never manufactured combat cyborgs.

The new packet will contain the correct information.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 12:01

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

Oh. Okay. Sorry. Thanks again.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 13:32

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Your report on case A657329

You’re welcome.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 13:45

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Subject: Report on case A657329

Hi Jaxia,

Sorry, just one more thing. Do I need to capitalize the word class in the main document? Is it class 7 malfunction or Class 7 malfunction? Sorry. I’m just a bit overwhelmed today, and I don’t want to put you through any more work.

Sorry again. Thanks for your time, Jaxia. I really appreciate it.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 13:51

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Report on case A657329

Okay.

Kyle, you really need to go through the entire data packet. That contains all of the information you’re asking me for. I can send this to you once more if you somehow still don’t have it, but I don’t want to hear from you again until you’ve read all the way through it. You should also think about going down to psych support on the first floor. Someone there can write you a prescription for anxiety medication.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 13:53

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: Re: Report on case A657329

Okay. Sorry.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 13:55

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Subject: You’re a moron

Please try to fall down an elevator shaft or a flight of stairs on your way down there. Maybe then you’ll be able to remember the fucking trademark symbols.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 14:01

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: You’re a moron

What?

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 14:13

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: You’re a moron

Oh no. Kyle, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to send that. I apologize. I am very embarrassed. I was just blowing off steam after a hard afternoon and must have somehow accidentally hit send. It has nothing to do with you. Please forgive me and try to forget about this.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 14:17

From: Kyle Murphy

To: Jaxia Wanner

Re: Re: Re: You’re a moron

Okay. Sorry again.

Have you had a chance to coordinate with CR to finalize the list of cybernetic employees I’ll be assigned to, by the way?

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 14:18

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Kyle Murphy

Re: Re: Re: Re: You’re a moron

Kyle, just rewrite your damn report.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 14:32

From: Jonathan Kren

To: Technical Support

Cc: Jaxia Wanner, Kyle Murphy

Bcc: Laya Khan

Subject: Jaxia Wanner and Kyle Murphy

Attachment: log10241.axs

Please review the attached communication logs. These two units are behaving strangely and need to be repaired.

I believe Jaxia’s penissary interface drive may also be malfunctioning. I have been receiving many reports that she is no longer an effective sex therapy robot.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 14:36

From: Jaxia Wanner

To: Gwyneth Stalin, Gabriel Satie, Kanoko Villa-Lobos

Subject: Please block Jonathan Kren’s Axxesss™ login

I have fired Jonathan. I need one of you guys to block his Axxesss™ login. He keeps sending messages to taunt me, and it’s driving me nuts. I can’t handle any more of this crap today.

Also, can you please set up the system to automatically attach department names to all user tags again so I don’t have to put up with this kind of nonsense anymore?

Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.

Jaxia

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 14:59

From: Kanoko Villa-Lobos [Axxesss™ Support]

To: Jaxia Wanner [Human Resources]

Subject: Jonathan Kren and Axxesss™ bugs

Hey Jax,

I just got in for the day. Gwen and Gabriel are out sick. Some weird problem with medication mix-ups, apparently.

I can’t block Jonathan until his termination is officially confirmed in the system by CR. Also, it seems like all of your messages are visible to the entire network today for some reason. It might have something to do with the bug that’s causing Axxesss™ message drafts to auto-send when they’re closed. I’m looking into it.

Timestamp: 2/27/2036 15:05

From: Jonathan Kren [Legal Services]

To: Jaxia Wanner [Human Resources]

Cc: Filemon Poledouris [Cybernetic Resources]

Bcc: Laya Khan [Psychological Support]

Subject: Jonathan Kren’s Wrongful Termination

Attachment: Lots_Of_Stuff_To_Read_Bitch.jxs

Dear Overlord Wanner,

This is official notice of a wrongful termination claim filed on behalf of my client, Mr. Jonathan Kren. Please thoroughly review the nine hundred pages of attached documentation prepared by Mr. Kren’s legal counsel and submit a detailed response along with a full termination report to Cybernetic Resources and Legal Services. You have until the end of the day to comply, or the request for Mr. Kren’s employment to be terminated will be dismissed.

Sincerely,

Jonathan Kren, Esq., Serial No. RK97-42

LunaTekk Legal Services

Axxesss™ Internal Messaging System

INCOMING PRIVATE MESSAGE VIA AXXESSS™: This is Jaxia. I’m sending our new technician down for an evaluation. I think he might be a little bit unstable. You should probably write him a prescription for lunazepam or something. Thanks, Laya. You’re doing a great job so far. You’re the only one at this company who doesn’t seem hell-bent on driving me insane this week. Let's get together for a game of ping pong later. =) - Jaxia –END OF MESSAGE

PHARMACYLOGUE

It was his favorite brand and he’d spilled it. It was the first time he’d gotten all to himself, but now there was Scotch all over his desk and he didn’t know where he was. He would probably be confused forever and there was nothing he could do.

yu fkubg rczy bthci I trtsed yuo waht te halldod yo d—

He did read the label. He read it the whole way through. And every minute, he just knew that the fog would suddenly clear up and the effects of the drugs would wear off, or maybe he’d just read the dosage wrong and taken too many or something. There was no way that the nice doctor in psych support would have intentionally given him maximum strength antipsychotics instead of anxiolytics like the bottle said just because she thought making others confused and watching them pass out on their keyboards was funny.

hkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkjx1kkkk—

Hm. Good point, but I think you might have missed a couple of commas. By the way, you should probably change the default password on your terminal so other people can’t attach things to your reports. And try to be more skeptical about what you read on your medication labels instead of always taking everything at face value. I’m trying to help you. Have a nice nap, Mr. Murphy Wurphy.

SYSTEM MESSAGE: Technician Kyle Murphy has been disconnected

Laya wondered if she should clear his screen. Kyle probably wouldn’t remember anything with that much Somaquel™ in his system, and she’d already had her bit of fun. Getting fired again would most likely spoil the fantastic mood she was in.

Maybe she should start giving him the lunazepam she had actually prescribed, too. Maybe even at the right dosage. It would probably be in her best interest if her new technician wasn’t delirious.

Maybe next week.

submitted by /u/nanocyte [link] [comments] via Blogger https://ift.tt/2qPL2Uv

#Blogger #Story

0 notes

kassandra-lorelei · 6 years ago

Note

Can you write a fic based on the baby shower episode? Or when where cc reassures him how much she loves him. Ive already read all of your fics. Lol

Aw, I’m actually so happy to have such a dedicated fan! I incorporated a little of both elements in this fic, so I hope you enjoy it! And I do apologise for it taking so long, I hope it’s good enough to make up for all the time spent waiting.

Also, if you are the same anon (or if they are reading this) who asked for the other fic, it is also being worked on and you shall have it soon!

@missbabcocks1 @holomoriarty

“Okay, so let’s go over it again. I’ll say the beginningpart, and you finish my sentence,” she told him, keeping her voice level andpatient. “I came to Los Angeles to…?”

Niles sighed a little before he answered, clearly worn downenough by their talk (well, more her talking and him listening) to just want itto be over.

“Assist in promoting Mr Sheffield’s new sitcom.”

It would be over, soon enough. This was the only kind of punishmentshe was planning on giving him for what had happened – just a little reminderthat no matter what, C.C. Babcock was not, and never would be, a cheat.

Especially not on him. After bringing twenty years of bitterrivalry to an end with a night of ardent passion, followed by several weeks(going into months) of the same, it was safe to say that she had found her man.

Her man, who was witty, and kind, and came prepared with herfavourite meals and a backrub whenever she’d had a stressful day in the office.Her man, who she had fun with in ways that didn’t always involve being naked, andwho she could wake up next to in the morning, feeling safe and happy in hisarms.

Her man, who was answering pretty well so far, and didn’thave any real reason to worry, despite the previous implication that he didn’ttrust her. Just a couple more sentences, and they’d be done.

“Good,” she gave anod and a small smile, before continuing. “I did not come to Los Angeles to…?”

Niles looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up, “Sleepwith anyone, up to and including Mr Sheffield.”

Damn straight she wasn’t gonna sleep with Maxwell, oranybody else! Niles had…well, kind of spoiled her for any other man, and shewasn’t gonna let go of that for all the money or prestige in the world.

“Very good,” her smile grew a little wider. “And now, Nileshas to admit that he is…?”

Niles pursed his lips, clearly ashamed, “Sor-”

C.C. raised her eyebrows and shook her head softly, “No…”

“An idiot, for thinking otherwise,” the butler correctedhimself. He then quickly added one last sentence. “And also, sorry.”

He truly was sorry – it didn’t take a genius to work thatout. And they were, at last, done with all the things she wanted him to say.

She patted and rubbed his arm, and then got up from the bedwhere she’d insisted they both sat to talk, “That’s more like it.”

She was intending to get them both something from theminibar when she heard him get up from where he’d been sat.

“I suppose I’ll…leave you to it for the night, then.”

C.C. stiffened, before turning around to look at him again.

Why did it sound like he was planning on leaving?

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“Well, after all of this, I can understand if you don’t wantto see me tonight,” the butler explained sadly, ducking his eyes remorsefullytowards the carpet. “Or…really at all, anymore…”

Now, just what was that supposed to mean?

Did…did he think that she was gonna tell him to go, or thatshe didn’t want to see him anymore?! That was the last thing on her mind! She’dtold him what had really gone on, he’d said he was sorry, they could move on!

She didn’t want him to go, and it was obviously killing him tothink that he had to.

Although part of her also wanted to know why he thought hedid.

Before he could walk out, she sidestepped in front of himand folded her arms, silently demanding an explanation as to why he wasprobably going to go sleep in the hotel lobby until he could catch a flightback to New York with Nanny Fine in the morning.

And Niles sighed, visibly deflating before her eyes. Shedidn’t think she’d ever seen him so miserable!

“I…followed you here because I got scared. When westarted…well, when we decided to try this new arrangement, I felt like theluckiest man on the planet. I’d never had so much fun, nor been so happy in allmy life!” he explained, running a hand through his hair. A clear sign ofagitation. “So, when Mrs Sheffield’s psychic told her that Mr Sheffield wouldend up in bed with a leggy, blue-eyed blonde and began to worry, I did too. I couldn’tpossibly see what I have that Mr Sheffield doesn’t; I’m not rich, or handsome,I can’t keep you in the life that you’ve always had and I…I just had to come.”

C.C. was stunned.

He really believed all of that? About not being good enoughfor her because he wasn’t rich, and couldn’ttake care of her the way a wealthy suitor might’ve been able to?

He took care of her in plenty of other ways – ways shecouldn’t even begin to look after herself! He made her laugh, helped her to relax, and - most importantly of all, she’d no doubt one day say to her mother - he made her happy.

She was about to ask him who gave even the slightest hint ofa crap about financial situations, considering she could – and would – takecare of money for the both of them, when he spoke up again and cut her off.

“But I know; none of it is any excuse. I didn’t trust youthe way I should have, and that’s an insult I know I can’t make up for,” heshook his head sadly. “I’m sorry for all of it, but I know that isn’t enough. You…frankly, just deserve better.”

He tried to go then, but C.C. grabbed his hands and held himthere, looking him right in the eye.

She was getting the feeling that she’d come off as harshwithout meaning to, and she thought she knew how to make it alright again.

“Who said that I was looking for better than you, Hazel?”she asked gently.

Niles got a flustered look, like he was about to panic aswell, “Well, no one! I just assumed that-”

She cut him off that time, by pressing her lips against his.

It didn’t take long for him to melt into it and kiss herback, pulling her into an embrace that felt like he never wanted to let her go.

And that was just the way C.C. liked it.

Eventually they had to pull away for air, but remained ineach other’s arms, hearts beating faster and heads resting together.

Niles was the first to break the silence, “So…I supposeit’s safe to say that you’re not dumping me?”

The producer let out a low chuckle.

“It’s very safe to say that, Butler Boy,” she grinned,pulling free from his embrace to take his hand. She tugged him over towards herbedside table. “Come on – there’s actually something I wanna show you.”

He obviously thought they were heading straight to bed,because C.C. heard him give a hum of interest.

“Hm, am I going to like what I’m being shown…?”

C.C. smirked, “Not in the way that you’re hoping just yet.”

She didn’t even have to turn around to know that his ownsmirk would’ve dropped.

“Oh.”

She knew she’d make up for his current disappointment in alittle while. For now, there was one last thing she had with her, to prove thatthey were more than okay in their relationship.

She took him over to the bedside table, made him sit down onthe edge of the bed, and picked up the photo frame she’d taken with her.

The one that contained the first picture of him she’d ever taken.He’d been the first thing she’d photographed when she’d bought herself a newcamera.

“You see this?” she held it in her hands and used one of herindex fingers to tap it. “Maxwell made fun of me on the plane for taking it onboard in my carry-on.”

Niles looked at her in wonder. He probably didn’t realise shehadn’t been joking when she’d insisted on getting his picture framed,considering she kept it at the penthouse and they spent most (if not all) oftheir time together at the mansion.

“I, um…couldn’t bear the thought of putting it in theluggage hold. Much like I can’t bear the thought of sleeping in a bed withoutyou next to me,” she explained, feeling a blush creep across her face. “So anytime we’re not in the same place overnight, I put it out. I kinda…have to pretendyou’re there.”

She wasn’t used to talking about her feelings. For the longesttime, she’d thought it would make her vulnerable. But this, even if it stillfelt a little embarrassing, wasn’t anywhere near as bad as she’d thought. This wasa kind of vulnerability that she liked – going from opening up to sharingthings with…well, the man who knew her better than anybody else. Inside andout.

Niles blinked at her, “You do?”

She put the frame back on the nightstand and gestured to it,“Why else would I have it out right now, Niles?”

The butler appeared to think for a moment, and he shifted alittle on the bed.

“Well, any number of reasons…” he began. “Up to andincluding some kind of voodoo ritual that I’m not familiar with.”

C.C. bit the inside of her lip to stop herself fromgrinning. Zingers were their terra firma, and it dissipated any lingeringawkwardness or tension.

Not that there was tension anymore. At least, not the samekind of tension as there had been.

She paced towards him, folding her arms.

“That was weak, and pathetic,” she told him. “An awful lotlike you, really.”

Niles reached out and pulled her towards him, so that she’dstand between his legs. He then began to run his hands up her sides.

“You call me pathetic, I’m not the one who has to sleep witha photograph any time I miss somebody.”

The producer leaned in towards his face, unfolding her armsto place them on his shoulders, “No, you just fly three thousand miles to irritatethem in person.”

The butler grinned back at her, “You know you love it.”

She squeezed his shoulders, smirking back, “And you, likethe sap you are, love that I sleep with your picture.”

Niles wiggled his eyebrows, “Though I much prefer it whenyou’re sleeping with the real thing.”

C.C. chuckled again. But this time, something changed. Itwas like something had snapped.

She knew that there was something she had to say – somethingshe didn’t think she’d ever said to anyone. But she knew she had to say it now,or else she might explode.

“I love you, you stupid old man.”

There was a pause, and she saw Niles’ eyes shining inhappiness. He knew she meant what she’d said.

But he didn’t veer off-course for an instant.

“Funny,” he said. “You took the words right out of mymouth.”

C.C. gave him an unamused look, “If you wanna sleep in thebed tonight, you might consider rethinking your previous statement, Dust Buster.”

Niles gave her a brief sheepish look, before it morphed intoone of a man who had an idea.

And C.C. felt it was one she was going to like.

“Well, in that case…” he reached up and around her middle, pullingher on top of him as he fell back onto the bed. “I love you too, Babs.”

C.C. rearranged herself to straddle his waist, laughing indelight as she leaned down to kiss him again.

“Now, that really is more like it…!”

#anon asks #the nanny #niles and cc #niles the butler #cc babcock #otp: always been bitter together #otp: butler bitch

29 notes · View notes