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[simpingland]

Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth // Aemond Targaryen x Stark!preg!oc

Aemond aims to be a legendary Targaryan, but his wife Evanna founds more amusing his new interest on becoming the father of a legend. But traumas exist and pregnancies can feel like centuries.

Oc and Aemond are BFF but won't admit it, they also fall in love very subtly and Aemond is such a quiet simp for Oc.

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Aemond was a good father, but a quiet one. That was Evanna's first observation when he aproach the baby. She had fear he wouldn't appear until need it. Her father barely dined with her or her siblings. So, why would the prince, the one obsess with training and who didn't even liked her, be different? Her mother, the former Lady Lannister, warmed her once, at least a child will make the unhappiness feel like a duty completed. Yes, she had given the crown a proper heir, or thats what she thought, before birthing a girl.

The marriage was arranged easily, the second daughter of Jason Lannister was to wed the third child of the King. Maybe that was the only time her father counted on her and to be rewarded by a men like Jason meant danger for Evanna. She loved her mother deeply, she stayed by her side for fourteen years. Her mother's name was Lyrra, a Stark, always the best storyteller in Casterly Rock, a northern woman by definition, a mother of three children, none of them with her brunette hair or grey eyes. But she could see the roots of herself on her little Evanna, always quiet, but noble and truthful, her eyes never lied and she wasn't able to keep a secret. But she was also feisty when she was angered, and sensible when needed. A child with a dignity that didn't suited her blonde locks. Mother and daughter longed for something more in their lives. She wanted to take her mother back to the north, to send her protection and company, she wanted Lyrra to be part of the family that recognised her talent and personality, she would do her duty to free her mother from her owns. But when she died on the labors of a future baby brother, Evanna was left with ashes in her tongue and a cold hand between her small ones. She remembered the blood, she only remembered her blood, and the pain was so huge, so dark and blurry, she buried her mother deep in her memory. Because remembering her meant that her duty was pointless, that fate was cruel, and that every great soul could drown on their own puddle of blood and bones.

She told this to Aemond on their wedding night. The bedding was done, he denied to be pushed by people and Evanna thanked him by kissing him when he put her near. They didn't like each other, he saw in her a dull girl who inherited nothing but the golden hair of the Lannisters and a few golden jewellery. The rest of her was pure north, that cold country, strange and folkloric. But she was pretty, as every Lannister was, and her silence made her invisible in room full of snakes. He knew that she not only could hear, but she guarded everything in that little pretty head and judge with her eyes what she found interesting. Aemond had been the center of that interest the first two weeks of their betrothal, but he thought it was, obviously, because of the missing eye. But it wasn't only that. On the celebration, the now princess Evanna gifted him one of the rarest books in the Seven Kingdoms. A book about the diverse religions on Westeros and legends circulating around villages he didn't even heard about. All those stories were collected by more than a thousand maesters, each from different parts of the world.

"There's a chapter dedicated to Valyrian blood and it's descendents" she told him when a drunk Aegon laughed at the gift.

She knew about his interests of politics, and as a good northern girl, she included people's believes and traditions in the same aspect. At the end, isn't a king chosen by the gods to protect their people? He even felt ashamed of gifting her a simple silved ring.

"Little wolfs, little lions and little dragons... all have claws and teeth, sharp, always sharp" said Helaena the moment she greeted the bride.

The first time they laid together was better than what Evanna expected. They kissed gently and she was kindly treated by the prince. It hurted a bit but for the softness of Aemond made it simple and easy. They rested on the same bed, the limits of confidence already crossed and there was no need of looking for another bed when they already laid in that huge one.

"You are smarter that I thought" he said, looking at the cealing.

"I'm doing what I have to do, and to do it well I have to numb myself..."she looked at the ceiling too "It takes a bit of time, tho"

"You can be smart with me"

"You won't like it, my prince. Men think they want to be corrected until they reach perfection, but the hard truth comes and flaws appear. And at the end of they day they only want a wife to fuck at night and a wife to hush their babes at morning"

"Where did you learn all that gory philosophy" he looked at her.

"My mother"

"A Stark, sounds about right then"

It was then when she told him about her. Aemond could not relate, but he was the kind of person who found more confort in others point of view about pain. Maybe an absent father like Viserys wasn't as bad as Jason Lannister, and even tho he loved her mother Alicent, the bond between a mother and daughter was something else. And to lose a mother like that...it was a bigger ache than most.

On the weeks that followed, the newly weds barely changed their routines. Only at night the things were different. They would sit together at dinner when the family reunited, often commenting in the background, other times Evanna dined alone but ate a piece of lemon cake with Aemond, who just finished training or reading. They would share pages of books, the nights on the bed ended with conversations about the old Westeros, talles about beyond the wall or a bit of gossip about the Red Keep. They slept together because Aemond found a strange friend on that chamber, he felt no need of a bigger bed. Some nights he would kiss her again like the wedding night, and another attempt for an heir accured. Evanna enjoyed those nights, but because he insisted on ignoring her the majority of the days, she kept her illusions out of her mind.

Soon she found herself with a child. She vomited every single morning, Aemond already gone for the day. Alone, she cleaned herself, she pitied the maidens too much. She felt humiliated by her own body. When Aemond was told the news he felt divided. He was contempt about entering this part of his life, the father of a future Targaryen, a child who could build his own legend, like he was doing at the moment. But he thought of Evanna, such a beautiful woman, she now will be reduced as a mother of a Targaryen. She won't be able to ride every morning as she used to, or read as much as she likes to, or dance careless as the young lady she still was. All the looks she received for herself will be pass to the heir she will bleed on a few moons. One night, Evanna felt asleep before Aemond, something unusual. So he stared at her for so long one can't even count. Why was she so tired all of a sudden? It was she the one who spend her day fencing and traveling. The lack of sleep made Aemond woke a bit later than usual, so when he was about to leave, he heard the early morning sickness of his wife. He had never seen her in such pain. She was criying softly and tryed to push him away, not letting him help her.

"I've lost an eye when I was barely twelve,I've seen blood on the most violents of combats, I train day and night to kill my enemies when the time comes...you think this will repel me, Evanna?" He pulled softly her hair, caressing her back. He had seen her mother do this to Helaena back when she was pregnant.

"It does repel me" she said, tearing up for the pression.

"I'll call the maidens, you'll go with me and take some fresh air and fresh water" he said, helping her up.

The fatter she got, the more fake smiles she was giving around the halls of the Red Keep. The only one acting normal was Aemond, he kept eating cakes with her, he kept holding the chair besides him on the big dinners, and he acted as his there wasn't a bundle the size of a watermelon under Evanna's dress. She liked that, she felt good around him, because he respected her loneliness and at the same time, he was the only one making her forget about it. Aemond on the other hand, spend her days thinking about her, he made sure that lemon and flour arrived well, thinking on names and writing down every name that made a mark on history, to inspire their future son.

The week Rhaenyra came back to King's Landing, she was on the final days of the labors, according to the maester. The princess recognised the pregnancy as the first one of Evanna and she also remembered her mother's fate, a very similar one to her own dear one. Rhaenyra reached her late in the night to congratulate her on the baby, as everyone does to a pregnant woman. She eyed the girl first, thinking about what she would have liked to hear during her first pregnancy.

"I know mothers should never safe a bigger place for any of their children...but the ones that scares you the most always drags you the furthest. For me was Jace...the first one" she smiled looking at the teenage boy who drank with his own grandfather and step-father. "I was absolutely terrified when I was pregnant with him...and the fear continued with Luke and Joffrey..." she turned to look at Evanna. "It is a hard thing to do, my mother said it was our own batterfield...but to create them, to have a creature that makes you feel need it...your love for them would grow inside you the moment the get into your world... I deeply believe that my mother's love was so big that it keeps protecting me and my loved ones. And I believe deeply that your mother's love will be with you when the time comes".

She spoke and instead of caressing Evanna's belly like everyone did, she caressed Evanna's face. The soft exchange was not missed by Aemond at the other side of the room. They wished each other a very sincere goodbye and when they left back to Dragonstone Evanna embraced her out of an impulse.

The night he saw the two woman talking he came to bed quieter than usual. She looked at her husband cautiously because for the first time since the pregnancy, he looked stroked by the belly of Evanna. He stared at it as if he was impressed by a pregnancy, maybe he just realised that I'm going to pop up in any giving moment, she thought. But when he lied by her side she knew what it was.

"He has never kicked you" he spoke.

"He moves, i can reassured you" Evanna smiled at his concern "but he hasn't kick yet, such a good baby". She then slowly took his hand and put it in her belly. "Let's see if he's awake, maybe he likes you more". Aemond remained still, both waiting for a response.

"Do we agree on the baby being a boy?" He asked.

"Well, you were the first one doing it...I just follow, kind of manifesting our wish"

"I didn't know you wanted a boy...always thought woman preferred girls" he moved his hand around the belly trying to awake the occupant.

"I'll be glad if he's a boy, everything would be so easy..."

"You would be "glad" if is a boy, but you do "wish" for a girl. Confess it" he looked at her, half smiling.

"I just want everything to go well" she half confessed. Of course she wanted a girl, a girl for her to raise, a loyal companion, maybe a selfish wish that would be enjoyed until she has to marry her little girl off. She now became the puzzled one when Aemond put his head under her shoulders, his face extremely close to her belly.

"Maybe this little dragon is so offended by our assumptions that refused to move...Is that the case? Is my little dragon a feisty baby girl?" He whispered, stroking the belly.

It was then when a kick was thrown. Evanna cryed out, not too laud or alarming. Just a little scare, but Aemond sense it too. They exchanged a look. She decided to rise her sleeping gown up to her breast, fully showing the belly. They observed it for a few moments, hesitating. "Speak again"

"Was I right? You would do well by listening to me so early, making me a proud father...if for the contrary you are just rebelling against me...we will have a talk before you even learn how to, little dragon" he said in a serious tone, Evanna smiled, she barely saw the goofyness of his husband. He did have a sense of humor, but not the kind of humor that included to degrade himself just to make a kid laugh. He enjoyed this version of him. The baby kicked again and they both let out a stupid noise of surprise.

"I couldn't tell which option he, or she, chose" she smiled at him. "Buy the baby certainly likes your voice".

That made Aemond smile. The baby started to kick softly. Evanna hummed the first song that came to mind, maybe the baby could feel the vibrations. Aemond then putted his head in Evanna's chest, his hand still on the moving belly. They slept like that for the rest of the night.

Three days later, Jason Lannister visited her daughter. A dinner was held, even though the maester recommended rest for the pregnant woman, she felt the need of showing for her father, to remind him that she was as part of the family as he wanted her (or himself) to be. Viserys order to put her chair by his side, he had grown font of his good daughter and Alicent wanted her closer than usually as well. The night was full of stupid comments by the Lannister, only his brother Tyland felt confident enough to shut him. Aemond could feel the uncomfort of his wife.

"I want to propose a toast to my daughter, Evanna" he didn't even stood up. But Aemond did, cup in his hand, and the rest raised with him as well, only Jason was awkwardly left down. He stood then. "My only daughter, you completed the dream I dreamed for yourself. You may look like me, but the Seven made you with your mother in their eyes, kind and dignified". Evanna was emotional, the first time she heard his father praise her mother, she loved to be compare to the person she loved the most. He then chucked "Let's hope the Seven gave more hips to the daughter than they did to the late mother".

Only Jason laughed alone. To stunned to speak, they looked at him, he only quickly stopped at the silence. Evanna stood up, breath heavy on her chest. She got closer to her father. She spoke slowly once she faced him.

"I hate you so much, father....I hope you die slowly, chocking on your own blood, nobody to save your body and soul"

Anger possessed the lord, his hand raised to hit the girl, but the noise of a sword unsheathing made him stop. It was Aemond, pointing at the lord.

"Don't dare touch my wife ever again, Lord Lannister, or you won't have fingers left to put your pretty rings"

The tension kept the room in silence. The King was offended, his late wife's death came into his mind again, and he was willing to punish the Lord. But the girl started to panic.

"I...I think something happened" she cryed, fear eating her face. Alicent ran to her, Helaena tried to help, holding Evanna by the hands and back while Alicent look at the girls underskirt, the water broke, a little blood dropped too.

It went to fast, but too slow too. It was more of an endless compilation of fast pacing around. She heard the King's word to Lord Lannister, letting him know that her daughter was what would keep him alive after that comment. Aemond did not know what to do. Few men entered their wives labors, the screams of Evanna scared him too. She was in pain, that was for sure, but he knew it was something else in her mind.

Evanna only could say a word, "no". She said no to everything. To knee in front of the bed she said no, to hold still she said no, to breath deeply she said no, to push when the pain strikes she said no. Alicent took her face in her hands.

"Lyrra Stark survived and succeed this pain three times before she was took by the gods. She was as much of a wolf as you, she is here with you tonight".

"I CAN'T FEEL HER HERE" she cried.

"She is, Evanna, but you can't barely breath how are you suppose to feel her. Now, my dear, look at me, breath deeply. Do it for her".

She breathed, Alicent with her. Hands tight, eyes locked. The pushes started and the cries travelled the castle.

The men of the family paced on the dinner room. Jason didn't left immediately, he was willing to meet his grandson. So he drank alone, Tyland looked at him trying to scold him in silence. At the screams, Viserys touch his sons shoulder.

"It's in their nature, Aemond. It makes you wonder if soldiers are lucky their pain is quicker and smaller"

"Women have this tendency of exaggerating, your grace...when a baby was delivered on my house our Father used to take us for a hunting. He was annoyed by mother...I undertood him after my first son..." said Jason, he was already drunk, so Aemond only gave him a look. He looked at the King and bowed before heading to his wife's quarters.

He reached the door when the last pushed was announced. So he was there when the crying started. It was a baby's screams, a healthy angry baby. The now mother was bleeding, sweating and crying. She didn't saw him, but Alicent did. The Queen smiled at him and stood up, leaving Evanna to catch her breath.

"Evanna did amazing. So quick, very clean. She hasn't bleed to much. In my experience, I say she will be fine" she steped behind.

The maids cut the umbilical cord, the after birth was easily done and the baby covered in a blanket. The mother begged to see the baby.

"A girl, princess" said the midwife, a serious tone.

The little of hair she had was brunette, pail like a Targaryen but when she opened her eyes, they were grey, Stark grey eyes. For a moment she feared for Aemond's wishes, but she was mesmerised by her baby. She had in her arms the evidence of her heritage. She had made a little werewolf. She saw her dearest friend alive once again.

Everyone left, except Aemond. The bed was properly accommodated for the mother to rest. Aemond helped her get into it, but he didn't hold his daughter yet. He only saw. She was sleeping at the arms of her mother. Maybe he thought she had been unfaithful, that the baby was a bastard. But he had a feeling, something in his chest made him trust his wife, and she recognised in the baby some features identical to Helaena's and Aegon's babies. The lips form, the long of the noses. And the baby had her grey eyes open so wide...it was Aemond's eyes, the same distance between then, and the way her mouth rested. She was her daughter too, she was a Stark, but a Targaryen as well.

"I guess you were right, we offended her the whole time" She tried to joke.

"Well, that explains why she refused to look like a proper Targaryen" he said, also joking, but being as dry as always. He laid next to them. It was then when he decided to take her in his arms. The baby started to cry. The mother tried to hushed her softly but she cried more and more. So Aemond did something that worked once.

"High in the halls of the kings who are gone...Jenny would dance with her ghosts..." he started to recit. He didn't sing, he just spoke. "The ones she had lost and the ones she had found...And the ones who had loved her the most...The ones who'd been gone for so very long. She couldn't remember their names...They spun her around on the damp old stones. Spun away all her sorrow and pain..." he started to rock her, she stopped crying and started to close her eyes. "And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave...Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave".

The baby was sleeping. Father, mother and daughter cuddle up in the bed, both parents looking at the little person inside the blanket as if it was a box full of explosives. When she left a sudden but soft sigh they couldn't help but smile, feeling relieved at the sign of a peacefully sleeping creature. The wife looked at the husband and the husband looked at the wife. They both did it at the same time, perfectly connected, they kissed. Long and sweet. She then felt asleep on his shoulder. He was left with the two woman. What was he doing now with all those names annotated? None of them were female names...well, if he looked again, a Targaryen name wouldn't suit her. Aemond remembered a story then and his mind was made up.

Her little dragon, her little werewolf, both have claws and teeth, sharp, always sharp.

Lyrra Targaryen, first of her name.

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[blackopals-world]

Fem Onsen Owner!Yuu x Vil Schoenheit

Summary: Yuu runs a hotsping spa out of Ramshackle. She prides herself on her achievements but there is one problem. Vil Schoenheit believes he's above her spa treatments. She intends to kill with kindness.

PG-13 ( it's a little spicy)

Not edited, will do it later.

(Part 2)

It's a dog-eat-dog world. So Yuu put herself to the grindstone to make something for herself. She has a very specific set of skills from her homeland. Years of watching her grandparents run the onsen and learning traditional practices have gifted her with everything she needs to run a spa.

It took work. So much fucking work but she managed to make a dimensional space inside of Ramshackle to fill with what she needed.

Soon enough she was running a beautiful hot spring with a spa and small dining /entertainment hall.

Students paid to relax and enjoy the peonies and lotus garden that Yuu planted while snacks were served. Who didn't want to be pampered?

It didn't hurt that the lovely Miss Yuu would check on them while wearing beautiful yukatas and formal kimonos.

It was like going from school to vacation.

Yuu had to keep things above board and part of that was keeping the teachers from making moral objections about a girl running a bathhouse full of naked teenage boys and girls. That is why the teachers were given special vouchers to use the private bathhouse at their discretion. Yuu even kept a small selection of alcohol to be served with food for the adults. Teachers need a break too. (Crowley gets no vouchers.)

There was also the problem of Azul. Two business-minded students could lead to problems. So they struck a deal Azul gets free VIP access to spa amenities and food when he likes and he stays out of the way.

What does VIP status means....well...

When the onsen grew in popularity Yuu hired a few girls from Pomefiore and a few other dorms to work in the spa. Beautiful girls working as Oiran in kimonos drew in a crowd but special services mean big bucks. So, as the head lady, she needed to bring in important customers.

Private baths with services tailored to the customers' needs and personal care from Yuu herself. They would be pampered and spoiled rotten. Due to the amount of care these VIP services required, the slots were extremely limited and weren't offered to just everyone. If you didn't schedule in advance you weren't getting it.

Azul of course had his own slot for his seaweed wrap massage and his favorite sushi with Korean-style fried chicken. Yuu knows he's trying to steal the recipe though.

Leona has Ruggie calls in his ice bath and steam room reservation after every game. He sleeps like log after he eats anything.

Jamil comes in a dire state every so often for a deep tissue and jasmine tea. Yuu always gives him a full workup because he needs it. She's sure he'll die without it.(once he asked her to marry him while getting a hot rock massage and she never let him forget it.)

Rook adores his treatments. A rose petal bath with a serving of cherry blossom cakes as he gets the perfect view of the gardens. Cool rose water with a hint of sake made him gush endlessly about his day.

Yuu served all her friends with care and respect but she could never get the customers she truly wanted.

Vil Schoenheit

Of all the students and staff she had yet to gain his attention for her spa. If there was anyone whose praises would matter most it's his. But he's not interested.

"Why would I want to go there? I have a spa and masseur I go to already. It's cute really, and I admire your dedication but it's just not for me."

Yuu was still seething. How dare he! Cute! He called it cute! She was so much more than cute!

She would show him! Just wait!

That day came sooner than expected when one of the girls came to her with the new VIP schedule. It was the usual guests except for an emergency appointment for none other than Vil.

There was a cancelation from his regular spa and he had a fashion later in the week and he needed to be at his best. The situation was dire in Yuu's book. She would bring her A-game.

When Vil arrived Yuu was already front and center waiting in her best lilac kimono and golden hairpins. She had perfect make-up as he could see she lifted her head from her bow.

"Sorry, to take up your schedule. Your receptionist told me you cleared your day to make room for this." Vil was stressed from an unintended visit and didn't know what to expect from a place he's never trusted before.

"At least he has the sense to be apologetic." Yuu thought.

"There is no need to apologize Vil. This is an emergency and must be handled with the utmost care for your comfort." Yuu tried to make sure her smile remained docile and not wicked.

Yuu leads Vil to the private bath shower where he can clean up and put on his robe as Yuu finished prepping.

When he finished his shower and put on his robe he noticed that Yuu was still in the other room by the inset pool. She was waiting for him to get in.

"...are you going to be here the whole time." The word fell out of Vil's mouth before he could stop.

"How else to better serve you than to be at your beck and call." Yuu hummed in reply.

Vil felt a flash of heat go though his body. She could have used different words.

"Can't you at least pretend to be shy. I'm a man. At least acknowledge that." Vil thought as he sighed internally.

Vil didn't argue. If she wanted this then letting her get an eyeful was her choice. He took off the robe and lowered himself into the water with no shame. He was no stranger to being seen in undress, sometimes it was required for his work in scantily clad modeling jobs. Yuu must have been used to it too as she worked in a bathhouse. She had probably seen many of her personal clients in undress.

The thought of Yuu with another man in any state of undress made him irritated. Worse when he wondered if they had seen her in a similar way.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT!" Yuu yelled at herself "You act like you've seen a man outside your fantasies! Now you just let Vil basically flash you!! You are a better then this!"

Vil was blissfully unaware of implosion he had caused in Yuu's mind.

Yuu got herself together as she checked the water temperature again as she kneeled.

Vil took in the garden through the floor-to-ceiling window before he noticed that the flowers in his bath were the same lotus flowers. Yuu must pick these straight from the garden. They had a unique smell, heady and fruity.

Yuu got up to grab something before returning to his side. A bottle of wine.

Vil raised an eyebrow but a glass of wine sounded perfect about now. Rook did say she served good drinks so there was no shame in partaking. He held out a hand to accept a glass she would no doubt serve.

Yuu shook her head and frowned.

"This wine is not for your lips. It serves another purpose." Yuu said as she tilted the bottle into the water.

The red liquid stained the steamy water and tainted the white flowers red.

"What the hell are you doing?" Vil was not amused by this little joke.

"Getting you ready for your show. Haven't you ever had a wine or champagne bath? Sure perfumes are nice but this is meant to sink into the skin to last for days with a subtle but defined scent. This is a special plum wine that doesn't stink of alcohol. It's a natural scent that will work better than an overpowering perfume."

As sure as she said the sweet smell of plum and lotus rose into the air. I was nice.

Next Yuu pulled out a second bottle of wine from an ice bucket and served that instead.

"This however is fit to drink. A light apricot wine to enjoy." Yuu said handing it to Vil.

Vil tooka sip and noted that it was pretty good. Sweet but not too sweet and left a tangy after taste.

Vil found himself loosing up.

Yuu began to tend to Vil's hair. It was soft and luxurious as it appeared, no split ends but that didn't mean she didn't need to work on it.

Gently she worked her comb through itand hands into his scalp. She made sure to work slowly as worked a well oiled brush though it.

"You know in my world, in the ancient times women of the imperial place brushed and combed their hair like this to make it grow. They were probably on to something since their hair would reach their ankles." Yuu hummed as she massaged Vil's scalp.

Vil heard but wasn't listening. He was in a place hard to reach. His head was resting on Yuu's lap, the hot water with intoxicating smell and the allure of wine, filled his senses. He was drowning and it felt amazing.

He felt a hand cup his cheek he stared up into Yuu's eyes.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me. We still have so much more to do." Yuu said it so softly and kindly Vil's heart stuttered.

This was dangerous. This is why he didn't want to come here. She was intoxicating.

He wanted more.

He wanted her.

Needed her.

Yuu on the other hand gazed far too long into Vil's amethyst eyes. His lips tinted red from either the wine or hot steam. She had tasted the wine many times but she wondered how it would taste from his tongue. Would it be as sweet or would it turn savory from his lips?

The steam must be getting to her. Her clothes felt sticky and clung uncomfortably to her skin.

There was a tap on the door as their thoughts ran wild. Reluctantly, Yuu stood up leaving Vil cold and desperate for her warm touch.

The girl from behind the door whispered an apology and notified Yuu of a problem in the kitchen.

Yuu sighed before looking over to Vil who had such a look of need and want.

"I'm sorry, I have to handle this. I leave you to soak for a bit before I get back and move on to the rest of your treatment."

Yuu quietly closed the door behind her as Vil sulked soaked.

He gravely remembered that next was the full body massage. He can barely handle her touching his hair let alone his body. He was doomed.

He wasn't a fool, he knew Rook canceled his original appointment. He knew that Rook was trying to make him jealous about his special spa days with Yuu. Yet, he still took the bait and came here. All just to get a taste of what everyone else has for himself.

He's going to become selfish. Needy. And worst of all desperate for her her. He can feel it.

Vil downed his glass of wine and drowned his sorrows. She's going to be the death of him.

~Hey! HEY! Look at me! No smut for you! I mean unless you want it.~

#twisted wonderland yuu #twst mc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #twst imagines #twst vil #vil shoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil smut #onsen!yuu

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here we have a home that was built in 1988, but looks a lot newer. It’s in Castle Rock, Colorado, has 3bd. 4ba. and they’re asking $1M, someone must’ve applied for a mortgage, b/c they are accepting back-up offers. 

There’s also a $40 annual HOA fee. 

Interesting entrance. The doors look like they belong on a more traditional home.

The entrance hall is very large.

There’s a water feature here.

The living room is like a loft with a rounded half-wall and a pretty fireplace.

The dining room also has a nice fireplace and there’s a counter that is open to the kitchen. 

I can’t decide if the kitchen looks dated- it does look kind of 80s.

Spacious main bd. has a cute little fireplace and a large built-in sofa.

The bath is pretty cool.

Looks like 2 home offices and maybe a planter in the middle.

I don’t know what this is, but it looks like a blocked off fireplace. 

The secondary bd. is very nice with built-in shelves and desk,

The baths are beautifully done.

There are a lot of built-in places to sit. Up these stairs, however-

Is this cool roof top terrace.

There are 2 greenhouses on the property.

A beautiful gazebo.

And, look at the deer! There’re 3.94 acres of land.

I like it.

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#dome home #modern architecture #houses #house tours #home tour

[wandanatsbaby]

Hey saw that you were taking requests for Lexa so here i am ! could you write smth about soft lexa and an oc or freader grounder that is really pretty and like soft for a grounder ? thankksss :))

Soft Grounder

Pairing: Lexa x Reader

Warnings: none

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Lexa watches on with a smile as the night bleeders braid your hair and put little flowers in it. She has a small smile on her face as she watches you interact with them envisioning your future and wondering what you would be like if you both had kids.

Walking up to lexa with a smile you wrap your arms around her as no one is looking and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Good evening Heda.”

“Good evening Hodnes. Join me for lunch? The sky crew will be joining as well.” You nod and follow beside her as she leads you to the dining area. You look around and give Clarke a small wave as you see her sitting with who you recognize as Bellamy.

Lexa pulls out a chair for you at the head of the table and then makes her way to the other end. You never liked having to sit far from her but you knew it was tradition for the Commander's partner to be at the other end.

The night went on pretty smooth with everyone talking and chatting but throughout it all you could spot Bellamy giving you weird glances and whispering stuff to Clarke which made you nervous.

“Bellamy, is there a problem?” Lexa asks as she had seemingly noticed the looks and whispers.

“No Heda I just-”

“Just what? You’ve been giving my wife weird looks all night and whispering to Clarke. I'd like to hear what you have to say.” You send an uneasy look to Lexa not sure you want to hear what the boy was saying about you.

“I was just saying that well. Ive never met a grounder as sweet as her I mean the other day I say her with one of the guys at a stall and she was very sweet.”

Then

“Excuse me. Do you happen to have any more of this?” you asked, pointing to the object you wanted.

“sha hang ona” (Yes hang on) The guy pulled more of the material out and looked at you expectedly.

“What would you like? I have some medicine that Nyko gave me. I also have some jewelry.” The man just politely asked for one of the rings on your fingers but you just gave him a smile and handed him two rings and a bag of different medicine that Nyko had given you. The man tried to deny it but you insisted but ended up walking out with the object you had wanted and a bird that he said was made by his wife. The bird now sat on a stand in your and Lexas room.

Now.

“Is there a problem with that?” Lexa started standing up at this point ready to defend you by all means.

“Lexa its okay. Calm down.” The girl did not even spare you a glance as she stared the boy down and you watched him visibly gulp as he shrunk a little in his seat. Clarke trying to control her laughter beside him

“NO! Of course not! I mean its amazing how she acts with Night bleeders. They all looked so happy the other day when she was playing with them”

Then

“Kwin (Queen) Y/n will you please come play with us?” Aden asked as the other children gave you pleading looks. Will a laugh you agreed and ended up chasing them through Polis as many people watched on with small smiles as well.

As you were chasing a younger girl she had ended up tripping on a rock and landing on her knees. She let out a soft cry before covering it up.

“Oh no ash are you okay?” you asked the young girl as you crouched in front of her. You could see the tears in her eyes and the way she tried to hide them. She nodded slowly and looked at you. You attempted to help her stand but quickly swept her into your arms at the sounds of her cries of pain and quickly took her to Niko’s tent to get her seen.

She had made you promise not to leave her until she was allowed to go back to her room with the other Night bleeders and you gladly accepted. You ended up being there for an hour as she had a sprained ankle and needed some rest. You then escorted her to her room and gave her a small kiss on the head.

Now

Lexa turns to Clarke now wanting to know if this information is true.

“Is this true wanheda?” Clarke gives a nod and a slight laugh while looking back to Bellamy's shaking figure.

“Yes Heda its true.”

“Very well then. Just know if anyone were to ever threaten her or anything it would be against the rules and you would be killed immediately.” Bellamy Gave an Immediate nod and gave you a small apology as he continued to eat.

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[gretavanlace]

Dirty Filthy Things 2

Jake kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, light impact play, anal play, somewhat public, anal toys, anal sex, etc. porn without out plot…ask if I care ❤️

When Jake presents you with a beautiful box, adorned with dried flowers, in lieu of the traditional bow, you’re expecting a gift, of course…

A bracelet, perhaps. Maybe a mixtape; he’s fond of creating those for you just to watch you tear up when you listen to them on the vintage record/cassette tape player he had refurbished. A keychain from a place he’s been and would now like to take you to visit. A rock he found and knew you’d love.

He presents lovely offerings. Usually unique, and unexpected, so you’re used to never knowing what you’re going to find beneath the wrapping paper. But this one? This one you hadn’t seen coming…

Lid lifted, you find a solid, clear, glass plug nestled and waiting amongst tissue paper. It’s solid when you close your fingers around it, but light enough that you could wear it comfortably…you think.

He’s watching you with an amused glint in his eye. It’s nearly childlike, the way you’re inspecting it with such surprise, and a hint of trepidation.

His voice, when it comes, is quiet…betraying how much simply watching you hold it has turned him on “Do you like it?”

“Would you like a truthful answer?” You ask, running a finger over the smooth glass.

“Always.” He nods, looping a lock of your hair around his finger idly.

“I like it very much. It’s pretty…is that weird to say?” He laughs, just a breath of a sound. “But I’m also a little afraid of it.”

“How afraid?” He’s about to weigh whatever you say heavily, you can feel it. He won’t stand for you walking into something you aren’t comfortable with just to please him.

Out of the box it comes again, with you rolling it back and forth in your palm. “Just afraid enough to make me want it even more. Will it hurt?”

He plucks it out of your hand gently and sits it aside before turning back to you, thumb and fingers clasping your chin delicately. “No, princess,” he promises, lips so close to yours his breath warms them. “It won’t hurt.”

When his tongue slips out to taste your kiss, you allow it and then turn around, suddenly impatient. Down go your panties, just low enough to give him the room he needs, and then up goes the old t shirt you’d been padding around the house in.

“What are you doing, baby?” He teases, with a sinful smile in his tone.

“Put it in.” Your request is a shaky whisper as you drop down against the cool wood of the dining room table, eagerly offering yourself up in delectable sacrifice.

“Is someone attempting to run the show?” His wrinkled, linen pants are pressed against the round swell of your ass now, just to let you feel how hard he is for you.

“No.” You arch back into him, needing more.

“No, you aren’t, are you?” His thumb has found its way into your mouth from behind. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you? My very best little princess who knows much, much better…”

“Mhmm…” you hum around him, sucking away as he presses his thumbprint into the flat of your tongue.

He fucks you there, bent over the table, with that very thumb slipped inside your ass, moving at a slow, half-maddening, clip that matches the drag of his cock…

But your new accessory lies ignored.

Days later, with you dolled up pretty for him in his favorite dress and a pair of heels he enjoys listening to the click of when you walk, he kisses your forehead while you toy with the ancient coin that swings about against his chest.

“You look good enough to eat.” He has chosen his words purposely, you know, to make you imagine him doing just that.

Stealing his heart away with a charmingly adorable blush, you adjust the collar of his blazer. “So do you, pretty boy.”

“M’not pretty.” He lands a light swat against your thigh. “Ruggedly handsome, yes. Intimidatingly good looking? Absolutely. Pretty?” He waits a beat and then nods. “Yes, that too, I suppose. You’re right.”

“And modest to boot.” You finger comb at his tangles, not thinking much of it when his hand slips into his pocket, until the plug is presented - an offering held up with a cocked, questioning, eyebrow.

“Tonight?” You shiver at the very thought, and he notices, because of course he does.

“Oh,” there’s that grin again. “Someone’s excited. Have you been waiting?”

“What a patient girl.” He praises when you nod up at him with doe eyes, fingers curled around his lapels.

It slips inside, slick from his gorgeous mouth, and leaves you deliciously full. A devious little secret tucked away inside you, warm and indecent. It sets your nerve endings blazing and your cunt throbbing.

When he slides your panties down around your ankles and helps you to step out of them, you’re sure you’ll soak through your dress at the restaurant. But, for some reason you’d almost welcome the stinging humiliation of weaving your way through tables with the evidence of what he’s done to you on display for all to see.

Let them stare. Let them talk. Let the women seethe with jealousy…they should. Let them want what’s yours, you don’t mind. The prize is taking you home tonight.

He fucks you that night, too. Spinning and tugging away at the plug as you whine into the pillow beneath you and beg for his cock there instead.

“Not yet, princess.” He soothes so softly after each whimper and plea. “Not yet.” His words are laced with calm and care, but you hear it there too…the wanton satisfaction that comes with listening to you beg for his cock in such a forbidden place.

He’s carried you so far, shown you so many darkened corners of yourself that you never knew existed, and he’s always anxious to guide you deeper…but all in good time, lest he frighten you away from yourself.

The very next night, you, with your soaked and fluttering cunt wrapped snug around the base of his cock, and he, stretched out beneath you, hair a tousled halo spilled out around the sheets, he holds you down firmly in his lap.

“Let me move…” you pout, nails digging dull nips of pain that he relishes, into his chest. “Let me…” you squirm in his grip. “Let me fuck you…I need, fuck, please…”

“You need what?” He tilts his head in feigned confusion. “Tell me what my sweet, sweet princess needs.”

“Need to cum…” tears are gathering in the corners of your eyes, spilling down your cheeks when you attempt to blink them away.

They blur your vision, setting everything in a dreamlike haze as you watch him lick his fingers and reach behind you.

“How about if I slide my cock out of this pretty little pussy that’s hugging and squeezing me like such a sweetheart, and slip it in right here, instead?”

He punctuates himself by nudging the tip of his finger inside, reveling in the way your eyes widen in lustful surprise.

“Fuck…” the obscenity drags out of you, soft and slow, as you try to back up into his touch.

“Yeah?” In a bit deeper he pushes.

“Yeah…” you nod urgently. Who knew you could need it this badly?

“Ask real nice, angel…” he can’t resist taunting you. Loves to coax you along, to leave you desperate and writhing for whatever he’s willing to give. “Tell me where my dirty, filthy thing wants my cock. C’mon baby, be good and tell me.”

“You know where I want it.” You pound your fist once, and then twice against his chest…a muted, bratty tantrum.

“In your mouth?” He raises his hips when you shake your head no, grinding the tip of his dick against your cervix. “Here? In your perfect cunt? Is that where you want me?”

Rocking against his touch as it sinks in a little deeper, you fix him with a babydoll-gaze he can’t deny.

“Someone isn’t fighting fair,” his free hand strokes into your hair. “That’s okay, I know what you want, and I know where you want it. You feel that?”

He begins a rhythmic push and pull that should feel wrong, but feels more right than anything ever has.

“Yes,” your head falls back, lips parted.

On and on he goes, watching you with love and fascination blazing in his eyes, though you’re too far gone to notice. But, just as you’re clawing your way to the edge, he stops…easing his fingers out as your slick walls pulse and coil around his twitching length.

“Roll over, princess,” he rasps, clearly struggling to cling to some semblance of composure, “On your knees, alright?”

You do as he says, because of course you do, you would stand outside the gates of hell and insult the devil for Jake’s amusement should he decide to drag you to hell.

You can feel him behind you…the weight of his presence, his warmth, his love -

And then you can feel him…his palms, gingerly babying your skin, his lips meandering a trail over the small of your back as he breathes you in. “Need you to relax for me, princess. Can you do that? Can you relax and breathe? So it doesn’t hurt? You gotta help me take care of you.”

You nod without hesitation, assuring him.

More kisses and laps of his silken tongue pepper your back, whispered words melting against you, bruises suckled along your spine, fingers dancing a slow waltz where you never thought you’d want them.

“Please…” you finally whine, no longer able to stand it.

“There it is.” He lifts away from you and your skin instantly craves his lips, misses them, longs for them. How you wish you could feel him everywhere, all over you, all at once.

You’re buzzing with excitement, and a touch of uncertainty…and hyper-alert, but you still somehow manage to miss him fumbling around in the bedside drawer. The cap snapping open on a bottle of lube escapes you as well, but the vibrator that is suddenly humming against you pulls you out of the clouds.

A shaky moan causes his eyes to roll back in his head, though you can’t see it. “You keep it right there, princess…make that pretty clit feel nice. Deep breaths, yeah?”

A pitiful whimper of his name is all you can call forth, but that does just fine for him.

“You remember what you say if you want to stop, babe?” There are his palms again, petting over the dimples in your lower back.

Assuring him that you do sets him in motion, and you’re met with his pillowy head drawing slick circles over you. “You clench up every time I move,” he breathes. “It’s cute. You’re so fucking gorgeous everywhere. You shouldn’t be this pretty here.”

Blushing furiously over his praise, you swirl the vibrator around, chasing down the pleasure to run from the delicious shame of it all “Stop saying things like that.”

They should sound wrong ringing in your ears, those words of his…they don’t, but they should.

“Why should I stop?” He nudges against you, but with barely there pressure. “My girl is perfect…my beautiful princess. And her ass is as pink as her cunt, and I can’t believe she’s going to let me put my cock inside her, and I’m gonna fucking tell her all about it.”

Turning to hide in the pillow, your admonishment is muffled. “Jake, shh…”

For once, he listens and moves on. “Breathe, baby…remember? You just relax and breathe.”

He can feel you soften beneath him, but he checks in anyway. “You still good, baby? Because I’d be just as happy to fuck you like I always do. Just wanna be inside you.”

“No…” your fingers dart back and are stuffed into your pussy in a blink, simultaneously giving you something to clench around and barring his entrance. “Give it to me, please. Please, Jake…please.”

Cumming right then and there, with his hand fisted around his cock, watching you fuck yourself while begging for something you seem to think you shouldn’t want…it seems like a real possibility. One he’d almost like to give in to, he’s so fucking turned on…

Instead, he begins a slow, halting voyage. Pushing in little by little as you writhe and gasp below him, vibrator still working away as you finger fuck your cunt harder, driven by the blissful, burning sting.

“It hurts…” you pant, and he almost pulls out, until you finish your thought. “It hurts so good. More…”

Your entire body is flushed, blotchy dots of pink forming up your back like a roadmap. He trails a finger along the path, hand disappearing into the dampened hair at the nape of your neck to give it a swift tug. “You like it, princess?’

“All the way…” you plead feverishly. “Fuck it in all the way.”

The way that you’ve worded it sets him wild, and he has to actively fight the urge to slam into you. The way you would scream and likely try to scramble away…fuck.

When he drives in as deeply as he possibly can, though, he’s gentle. Loves you far too much to hurt you, even if he might indulge in the power trip of it all in his head now and then.

High pitched gasps are stuttering out of you, staccato and hitched, but your fingers are moving even faster now, and he can feel you clenching violently.

“You love that, don’t you, princess? Feeling full everywhere? Fingers in your cunt, cock in your ass?” The swift crack of his hand against the swell of your hip happens before he’s even registered his need to hear the dominant snap of impact.

“Yesssyesyesyesyes…” it moans out of you, hardly words at all.

He jerks your head up until your eyes are focused warily on the headboard. “Next time, I’m gonna suction one of your cocks right there, make you suck it down dirty and sweet until you’re gagging…every single hole filled right up, nice and full.”

You tighten like a fist around your fingers and his dick as it jerks and throbs inside you. “Please..”

“Please, what?” His grip curls into a fist against your scalp.

“Cum..” you barely make a sound, but he hears you all the same.

“Yeah? Would that get my girl off? If I came right here?” He slides in as deeply as he can. “You want it where you shouldn’t?”

“I want to feel it first,” you’re begging like a whore, and he couldn’t love it more. “And I’m so close, please…”

He couldn’t stop it for anything in the world. Not now, not after listening to you confess that you want to feel him, warm and wet, inside you, before you cum.

When he lets go, it’s with an animalistic growl that flips your stomach…a dirty, addicting, tumble that makes you tremble with the insatiable need to follow straight behind him…

And you do. You follow his lead, cumming hard, crying out for him to never stop, to fuck you just like this forever, to make you feel nothing but him for the rest of your days…nothing but Jake until you draw your last breath.

Like all good and perfect things, it comes to an end, with you collapsed down into the soaked sheets, and his panting, sweating form pressing you down against the mattress.

“Fuck me, baby…” he pauses to draw in a tightened breath. “That was…god, how am I ever gonna pull out? You’re so warm and tight.”

“Stay.” You murmur, settling into the afterglow. “Just a little while.”

He nestles his face into your hair and stays, just as you’ve asked.

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[ilovewriting06]

Always Been His

A/N: This is part two of this fic and it was requested by @allisonargent144.

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Everyone was sitting around Derek's loft for pack night, a new tradition to build up everyone's connection and trust with the others of the pack. Originally, Chris and I weren't going to be a part of it but Allison started dating Scott and joined the pack so Chris and I decided to join too. The pack is mostly teenagers who got the bite for different reasons, except for Scott, Allison, and Stiles. Maybe, Lydia, but she hasn't officially joined the pack yet, but I have a feeling she will soon enough.

Scott was forced to take the bite, Allison joined for love, and Stiles, sweet baby Stiles did it out of loyalty. Out of everyone in the pack, other than Allison, Stiles has to be my favorite. I'm sarcastic by nature and Chris isn't so it's fun to be able to banter with someone. I feel like I've adopted him and Scott as my sons since they're at my house more than they are their own.

Scott and Allison are always, 'studying,' or watching movies and Stiles is dragged along because Scott doesn't have a car to drive. After realizing Stiles literally sat at our dining room table and did schoolwork or research while his two best friends did fun stuff I took pity on the boy and kept him company, that's how I figured out he's the brains of the pack.

I'm also trying to set him up with Lydia, his long term crush, and it's become my mission to get them together so Stiles is no longer the third wheel and actually has some happiness. He's also surprisingly good with children. After I gave birth to Aria, he was a huge help, he won't change diapers but that's about the only thing he won't do. Even Chris likes him and Scott, he just won't admit it.

In my opinion Scott and Allison are absolutely adorable. He adores her and treats her like a princess and Allison loves him more than most people would think possible at her age. In some ways they remind me of Chris and I when we were in high school.

The first time Chris met Scott as Allison's boyfriend it was a bit rocky and Scott looked like he was going to shit himself at any given moment, I have to hand it to him though, I was impressed at how well he handled it.

Chris pulled every page out of every book he's got and was impressed but also annoyed that Scott handled it all so well. Do you want a drink? Oh no sir, I don't drink. You want a smoke? No thank you, I never want to smoke, the smell makes me sick. Do you want to have sex with my daughter? Uh, I feel like that's a trick question, sir. I say yes, I'm dead, I say no and you'll think I don't want her or something. I'll just say that at the moment no, in the future, probably.

I almost jumped across the table to give him a hug but I was too busy gloating to Chris about how I was right and the boy really was a sweetheart. After Scott left and Allison had went to bed I asked Chris what he thought, he answered by saying, and I quote, "She could do worse." In Chris talk that means, 'I like him, he's a good kid'.

Similar to Stiles, Scott isn't afraid to help with Aria, in fact he adores her. I think him and Stiles both secretly wanted a younger sibling and when Aria was born they adopted her as their sister. I can't complain because between the armory in our garage, Scott's fangs and claws, and Stiles' bat, Aria is one safe little girl.

I hum and rock Aria to sleep as I watch the kids play a game of Monopoly, a little worried a fight's about to break loose because Isaac is convinced Stiles is cheating and Stiles keeps responding with, "Dude! If I was cheating I'd be in charge of the money because I could skim off of it without anyone noticing." Or, my personal favorite, "Oh my god, stop acting like a little bitch because you can't manage your money. There's a reason I have cool flannels and a jeep and you have ugly ass scarves and a bike. Suck it up and pay up, you're on Boardwalk and I own that shit, gimme."

I snort at the last one as Chris bites back a laugh and leans over, "I see why you like him, he's sassy. Do you want anything to drink?"

I nod, "Yeah, a water please." He nods and heads towards the kitchen as I smirk when I notice the small, yet noticeable look Lydia throws Stiles when the latter rips the money out of Isaac's hand with a, "Thank you! Now, go back to Baltic Avenue. Bastard. I swear those scarves stop your brain from functioning sometimes."

I look up in confusion when the door to the loft open's but before I can turn around a voice I wished I'd never hear again speaks, "Nephew, I didn't know you were having friend's over."

Derek roles his eyes from his spot on the couch, "Makes sense since you weren't invited."

I bite back a noise of amusement hoping he doesn't notice me but my luck sucks and he's standing in front of me before Chris can get back to me, "Well, hello Darling, it's good to see you."

I roll my eyes as Chris comes to stand by me, "Wish I could say the same."

He rolls his eyes before sneering at Chris and looking back at me, "I see you still associate with the enemy."

I scowl and tuck Aria closer to my chest feeling the need to protect her, "He's only the enemy because he got what you wanted, and I have to say, I am so glad I never wasted a second on you."

He growls and Chris steps a little closer and I notice Derek stand from the corner of my eye. I glance at Aria when she makes a discontented noise and I glare at Peter, "I swear, if you wake her up..." I leave the threat hang in the air which makes Peter growl louder, and that one does wake Aria, and boy does she wake up with a start.

I get off the couch as Aria starts screaming throwing one last glare at Peter before walking away so I have enough space to walk around. However, once again I'm cut off by Peter materializing out of fucking nowhere. I groan as Aria keeps crying, "Peter, leave me and my family alone. I have two kids, four if you count the two stragglers Allison brought home, and I'd really like for them to remain safe, and to be honest, I'm terrified you'll hurt one of them to get to me. So, please leave."

Aria seems to start crying louder and I can faintly hear Peter ranting and raving but I'm to busy trying to soothe my baby to pay attention but I do hear the word divorce, which makes me roll my eyes. I finally zone in when Derek roars at him, "Get out, Peter! You aren't welcome here when they're here. You have an unhealthy obsession with her and it has to stop! She's married, with kids!"

Chris comes to stand in front of me as Peter's eyes glow blue before he growls at Derek, "I can make them all disappear, and I'll do it too if it means I get her!"

I squeeze Aria even tighter to me as Chris pushes me back slightly but it's all for nothing when Derek swings and knocks Peter out with one punch. He stands above his mentally deranged uncle as his eyes remain red, "You guys should go. I don't know what I'm going to do with him but I don't want to take the chance that he'll wake up when you guys are still here."

I nod before grabbing Chris's hand, "Come on Chris. Let's get the kid's home. At that Allison jumps up followed by Scott and Stiles. I glance at them before sighing, "Boys, you should probably go home."

Stiles scoffs, "Hell no Mrs. A. He just threatened you and Aria, besides Scott will be able to sense him if he's close to the house."

I glance at Chris and he nods and I smile, "Okay, you two can come stay over but Scott, you don't go into Allison's room unless Stiles is with you or the door is open."

They all nod in agreement before following us out the door.

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It's well past midnight when Derek texts that Peter won't be an issue anymore and I'm not interested in what that means but I trust Derek enough to believe we've seen the last of Peter. I slowly get off the couch and tiptoe over the bodies on the floor that accumulated throughout the evening.

As I grab a glass of water I feel arms circle my waist as I look at the mass of teenagers sprawled across the living room floor. I lean into the solid chest behind me as I whisper, "I feel like we've adopted six extra kids, and I can't really be mad about it. They're all good kids, they all just have a few flaws, but hey, so do we."

Chris chuckles as he places a kiss on the top of my head, "Yeah, they're good kids. I can't believe I'm saying this but I feel safer with all of them around." I nod in agreement before excitedly whispering, "Did you see Stiles and Lydia?"

He shakes his head and buries his head in my neck, "You're ridiculous."

I roll my eyes continuing to smile, "But Chris, they're cuddling!"

#teen wolf #scott mccall #allison argent #chris argent #stiles stilinski #chris argent x reader #derek hale #isaac lahey #peter hale

[tessa-liam]

Christmas Traditions 2: A Winter Festival

Christmas Traditions 2: A Winter Festival 

Book: TRF AU  

Summary: It’s the annual holiday festival in Lythikos and Olivia is hosting members of the Royal court at her keep. New relationships are nurtured; family and friendships are celebrated. 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP LiRi 

Secondary Pairings: Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh, Leo Rys x Amalas (past pairing Leo Rys x Olivia Nevrakis) 

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Delaney Leigh 

A/N1: This is the 4th chapter in my TRF AU Masterlist  

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #12, prompt #1 - “You’re lucky you’re cute.” and my submission for @choicesflashfics, Choices Flashfics Holiday prompt#83, “Well done. You just ruined Christmas,” prompt#58, ‘Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.” 

Song Inspiration: Jingle Bell Rock Hall & Oates 

Rating: M, adult conversations 

Word Count: 1951, Read Time: 8 min

       

Winter Festival, Lythikos, Cordonia 

Wearing his aviator shades, Leo looked out across the crowd of festival goers gathering and waiting for the King’s press conference to begin. Standing near the stage, his plan was to join in with the festival celebrations later, but now he was waiting for Amalas to come down from the estate to join him. Together, they wanted to show their support for his brother’s official kick-off to the festival and then spend some time together away from court. 

Leo would have preferred to have come down as a couple, but he no longer felt comfortable in Olivia’s home, since she now knew that Amalas was ending her romantic fling with her. Leo was one of the reasons why Amalas was distracted. He decided to pack up with plans to return to the Capital with his brother later this evening. He thought it would be best to not cross Olivia’s path and not provoke an argument.  

 Earlier today, in search of a cup of coffee, Leo stood frozen outside the dining room entrance after overhearing Amalas and Olivia in a heated conversation. He did not want to eavesdrop, but when his name was mentioned, he was curious about the direction it would go. 

“Why did you bother to come here? To humiliate me?” Olivia angrily spats. 

“What would you have done if I did not? We need to talk about this. You make me feel like your dirty little secret! I need more; I am not afraid to go public.”Amalas countered. 

“So, you want to go public with Leo? What about me? What about all that we have shared?” Olivia exclaims. with frustration and hurt. 

“Will you openly have a relationship with me? In front of the court? Will you?” Amalas was intransigent. “What message would I be giving my daughter by hiding the truth of our relationship?” 

Olivia gave Amalas an angry look. “I cannot. I will not!” 

“Then, I have my answer!” Amalas turned on her heel and went upstairs to her stateroom, fuming. 

Olivia looked at the decorations in the dining room, mumbling loudly to herself, “Well done. You just ruined Christmas.” 

Sighing, Leo messaged Amalas to let her know that he would wait for her to come down and where at the festival to meet him. He waited till Olivia left the dining room and then went quickly out to an SUV waiting outside the front door of the estate. 

♥ 

After applying her lipstick and gloss, Riley turned sideways in front of the long mirror in her dressing room giving herself a last check over her appearance. Wearing a red, long sleeved midi dress, the fabric hugged her curves and she realized that her baby bump was prominent. Placing a hand on her bump, she knew that it wasn’t her imagination. She was gaining weight more quickly this time around and made a mental note to mention this to Dr. Ramirez at her upcoming 10-week prenatal check-up. 

Liam, sauntering up to wrap his arms around her waist from behind, places his hand over hers. He gazes at her reflection in the mirror, resting his chin on her shoulder. 

“You are glowing this morning, my love.” Riley leans back and nestles against his chest. 

“How are you two today? We should go down to get a bite to eat before we leave.”  

Turning towards him still in his embrace, Riley cups his cheek and kisses his lips flirtatiously, “That is a great plan – we are starving! Let me get Ellie dressed and we can go down.”  

Liam smirked, shaking his head. “And so, it begins,” he laughs when Riley swats him playfully for his teasing, turning to her daughter’s room. The pregnancy cravings had not started yet but she definitely had an appetite this morning. 

♥ 

“What are you doing to me, Laney?” Drake bent down to lace her skates, chuckling at her expression. Drake and Delaney decided to go for a skate early that morning. 

“I will wear you down Mr. Walker. You love it, just admit it.” 

Drake was coming to terms with having a girlfriend and was adamant that he would try new things for Delaney. 

He wanted to make sure that she knew how much he cared for her. Scratch that, he was infatuated with her. 

When he asked his friend for advice, Liam did not hold anything back. He knew that his friend needed honest advice on how to build a romantic relationship, especially because Drake was still in denial of what was happening. 

“Drake do not take anything for granted. Make it your mission to be open to new possibilities. Be attentive. Sweep her off her feet. Let her know; show her that you want a future with her.” 

Taking his friend’s advice to try new things, he accepted her idea to go skating, putting the plan into action.  

Delaney was delighted and honestly surprised that he would agree. Like Drake, she was falling – falling hard and fast. 

Rising, Drake took her hands in his and lifted her up to stand. He pulled her towards him, planting a heated kiss on her lips.  

“Let’s do this; I will prove to you that I can skate. We have to make this quick though, Liam will be making his opening speech for the festival soon.” Delaney could not stop the smile on her face. 

As Drake and Delaney stepped onto the ice of the festival skating rink, the beginning notes of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ blasted from the speakers. 

“Oh great; that’s just perfect.” Drake bemoaned as Delaney laughed gliding him to join the other skaters. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Drake winked, as they skated hand in hand to the music. 

 Drake had to admit to himself that he was having fun. Laughing and talking together, Delaney regarded her handsome boyfriend. Her feelings were getting stronger the more time they spent together. 

“No way!” Drake comes to a stop, dropping her hand as he studies the face of the brunette skating towards him. “It can’t be!” 

Delaney looks up and watches his face light up. Furrowing her brows, Delaney gets his attention. 

“Drake, who are you looking at?”  

She stopped and watched as the petite woman started to recognize her friend.

“Hana, it’s so great to see you!” Drake grabs Delaney’s hand again, leading her forward to his friend. 

“Oh, my goodness, It’s really you! ...and you are skating!” Hana pulls Drake towards her for a hug, smiling up to him. 

“Yeah, get your jabs in now,” Drake laughs. 

“Hana, I would like to introduce you to Delaney. Delaney, Hana is an old friend of mine.” 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Delaney admonishes Drake for his ‘old’ comment, “Hi Hana, Merry Christmas!” 

Smiling, Hana extends her arm to shake Delaney's hand. “It is so nice to meet you. It looks like you have your work cut out for you.” 

The girls had a laugh, at Drake’s expense, as the bells rang out to signal the start of the opening ceremony. 

“Oh, would you look at that! Saved by the bell,” Drake turns to leave, shaking his head. 

Hana and Delaney giggled together as they follow him off the ice. 

♥ 

Liam and Riley watched Eleanor excitedly peer outside the window of the SUV as they arrived at the center stage of the holiday festival. 

“Look, look at all the people!” Ellie had no fear of crowds and was a social butterfly with the public. Like her parents, she captured the hearts of everyone she met. 

So much so, that the princess always was surrounded by the royal guard. That was always a given. 

Crowds of festival goers were surrounding the staging area, waiting patiently for the event to begin. Also, many journalists from neighboring countries were vying for the best location to lodge questions at the King and Queen. Broadcasting vans and equipment were set up to capture the King’s press conference with his family. 

The SUV rolled to a stop and as Bastien opened the door, members of the royal guard went into position around the SUV and stage. 

“Your majesties, please follow me.” Bastien greeted them. 

As they exited the vehicle, the crowd went wild, with loud cheering for their King and Queen, with their princess. Journalists with camera flashes and microphones, being kept at bay by the royal guard, did not bother Ellie.  

“Oh Daddy, the Christmas star fell off the tree!” Ellie pointed to a shimmering gold tree topper by the edge of the walkway. 

Liam noticed the decoration wedged in the snow and bent down to pick it up for Ellie. 

“Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”  

“Pleeease, Daddy?” 

The crowd went into a frenzy when Liam scooped Ellie into his arms and hoisted her up so that she was at the right height to place the star. 

Standing on the stage, Leo greeted Riley with a kiss on the cheek. Liam set Ellie down by her mother as he walked and took his place behind the lectern at center stage. 

Liam raises his hand to signal the start of the ceremony,

“Welcome everyone to the Lythikos Winter Festival.” 

After the applause subsides, he officially starts the festivities with thanking Olivia and the people of Lythikos, and all the visiting Cordonian citizens for attending the event. 

After Liam delivers his Christmas wishes, he ends with, 

“It’s the time of year to celebrate family.” 

Turning to Riley, Liam invites her to join him center stage along with Ellie. Holding hands, the queen and princess walk towards Liam and wave to the crowd. 

Upon reaching the podium, Liam once again picks up Ellie and places her on top of the lectern. 

“As this year comes to a close, I am looking toward the new year when a new adventure will begin for my family. Princess Eleanor will have new princess duties, right Ellie?” 

Giggling, she looks up to her father. 

“Daddy, I am a big sister now!” 

As realization sets in with the crowd, the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. Liam raises Riley’s hand, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. 

Liam continues, “we are over the moon to announce that our family is growing! 

More news to come! Enjoy the Festival!” 

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♥ 

After finishing numerous interviews with the press, Liam and Riley walked with Ellie over to meet with their close friends to enjoy the festival and start celebrating.

Standing beside a satellite truck at the back of the crowd, a lone figure watches with interest.

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[bouncybongfairy]

hello! I hope your having a wonderful day/night!! I hope you're doing request if not then ignore this!! Sorry!

😭🙏Okay so what if Jamie aka blue bettle had a little sister like the age of 14 she always helped her family in any way and was like Jamie's best friend and was really overprotective but when they brought the girl (it was the girl named Jenny or something I hope yk who I mean!!😭) and when the girl tried to explain everything to the family (about the bettle in him and stuff if yk the sence of what I mean..💀🙏) (y/n) is just pissed at Jenny and was like "this is you're fault!" AND was like telling her off and Jamie tried to calm them down but the looked at him pissed and was like "I SAW A STUPID F**KING ROBOT THINGY LANCH ON YOU'RE FACE NO I AM NOT GONNA CALM DOWN-"

(Ngl i thought the part where the bettle launched on his face was funny 💀 but I hope you like it and have a wonderful day/night!! Also eat food and drink water also get some rest!!)

A New Perspective

Blue Beetle FanFic

Summary: As Jaime's little sister, you've had a hard time adjusting to how different everything is now. During a family movie night, your built-up resentment towards Jenny comes out. Which causes a fight between you and Jaime.

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Things at home have been more lively ever since Jaime came from school. How could it not when he was now Blue Beetle? Everyone in the family seemed to be around more, which you really enjoyed. Even though Jaime is back home, he’s been so busy with his new identity and Jenny. She was over a lot and ever since everything happened everyone treated her like family. You were nice to her but deep down you had feelings of resentment. You didn’t voice this thought because you didn’t want to rock the boat while everyone was healing from Dad’s death. Everyone had a lot on their plate and you didn’t want to give anyone unneeded stress due to drama. Instead, you just tried to enjoy the time you had with Jaime. As siblings, you guys have always been really close but obviously, distance did nothing but change that. You tried to tell yourself that as you get older the bond would change but not so soon. Right now you were on the bus home from school, excited because Milagro, Jaime, and you were going to watch the new Disney movie Elementals together. When you guys were younger this was a weekly tradition. As everyone got older and busier this fizzled out but you were so excited that everyone was back on board. Last night the three of you went out and bought a bunch of snacks and drinks. You practically ran home from the bus stop and to your surprise, nobody was home yet. Dropping your backpack near the front door, you went upstairs and grabbed a couple of blankets from the hall closet. Layer them on the couch to make them more comfy, adding some of the plushies off your bed. 

After arranging the couch, you went and showered. You ran the mile in P.E. today and felt sticky from sweat. Changing into sweatpants and a tee-shirt, you walked into the dining room still drying your hair with a towel. Everyone was home, Milagro was pulling cookies out of the oven and Jaime came in behind you with three boxes of pizza. When you turned around to give him a hug, you saw Jenny who was standing two feet away from him. She gave everyone including you a hug, talking about how excited she was to have a movie night with everyone. This irritated you, especially because this was the first time doing a family night since Dad died. Just seemed insensitive for her to be here right now. You just smiled and got yourself a plate of pizza and wings before getting comfortable in your spot. It was taking a while for everyone to sit down, most of them were just talking in the kitchen but eventually made their way out. Jaime, Jenny, and Milagro were sitting on the couch and you were sitting on the couch and you were sitting with your back against the couch by their feet. Once the movie started, everything was going fine until Jaime and Jenny started whispering to each other. Laughing and giggling with each other. It was driving you crazy and when you checked to see if your other sister was as annoyed as she was on her phone. Really gave you a reality check there because you thought this meant as much to them as it did to you. You sighed and leaned back, you had about as much as you could handle. Suddenly, Jenny’s phone rings. 

“Babe, will you come with me to take this call?” Jenny asked.

“Yeah, hey y/n we’ll be right back,” he said. 

“Whatever I didn’t want to do this movie night anyway,” you said, setting your plate on the coffee table. 

“Woah, are you okay?” he asked, now everyone was staring at you. 

“Yeah, are you? Or do you need to ask Jenny before you answer?” you asked sarcastically. 

“Oh my god, y/n chill out,” Milagro said. 

“No why should I, this was the first time we did a movie night since Dad died and you invited her? That’s just so fucking weird and the entire time you guys are laughing and giggling during the movie. Just weird considering she’s the reason he’s gone,” you scoffed. 

“What the fuck y/n you can’t say things like that. Especially because it’s not her fault!” Jaime yelled at you, pointing his finger. 

“Are you kidding me? Is it not her fault?! He died because of the stress of you becoming Blue Beetle and who gave you the beetle? Jenny,” you said,  raising your voice to match his tone, “Not to mention it’s hard on everyone in the family now because of that stupid thing. It was traumatizing to watch the bug literally embedded itself into your skin. That’s not normal and for some reason everyone acts like nothing really happened. She’s the one who started all this yet she’s welcomed here like she’s an honored guest or something,” you said standing up. 

“I’m so sorry you feel this way y/n, it was never my intention-” Jenny started but you shut her down pretty fast.

“Can you please like, never fucking talk to me especially right now?” you sneered at her. 

“Y/N what the fuck! You can’t blame everything going wrong in your life on her, okay!” Jaimed exclaimed.

Nobody said anything, instead they just started as if they never knew you had a voice or something. You grabbed your phone and stormed off. The last thing you wanted to do was spend any more time with them. You grabbed your skateboard and rode down to the park semi near your house. You cried a little on your way down there, you just couldn’t believe Jaime would take her side over yours. As if her feelings are more valid than yours. Maybe the way it came out was wrong but what you were saying at its core was true. Once you got to the park you saw your friend Scorpy sitting underneath the play set. When they saw you, they started calling out for you to join them. You wiped your eyes and picked up your board. As you walked over to them, your phone started blowing. Calling from your family asking you where you went, you set it to not disturb and shove it into your pocket. 

“Hey y/n, are you okay?” she asked. 

“Yeah me and my brother just got into a fight over his girlfriend but I don’t really want to get into all the details,” you said sitting down next to her. 

“I get it, families can get messy,” she said, taking a large hit out of her pen. 

“Do you wanna hit to calm down?” she asked. You stared at the pen and looked at her as if she was fucking with you. You grabbed it and took a hit but ended up coughing your brains out, which made her laugh. 

You didn’t go crazy on the pen because you still wanted to talk to Jaime when you got home. Now that you’ve calmed down you realize that obviously you shouldn’t have blown up on them at that moment. You could have talked to them privately and communicated your feelings. You thought about what you were going to say the entire time you rode home. It was dark now and you knew everyone was going to be worried and maybe mad. You stood in front of the door for a couple moments, scared to face everyone. When you walked in, your mom rushed over to you and gave you a slap on the arm for being gone so long. She was understanding that you needed some time to cool off but she was just worried. You went into your room and Jaime was sitting on the bed. This may sound petty but you were happy that Jenny was nowhere in sight. 

“I’m sorry for blowing up on her like that,” you said, playing with your finger nails. 

“If you were feeling that way why wouldn’t you just tell me?” he asked, motioning over for you to sit down. 

“I don’t know, I guess I was just feeling insecure because ever since you got back from school you’ve been hanging out with her. I’m happy that you have a girlfriend and a life outside the family but I don’t know, I thought we’d hang out more than we have. Also she is the one who gave the Blue Beetle to you right?” you asked the last part more quietly than you said the rest.

“Well I’m glad I know that now, so I can carve out more time for you. I think we both have valid feelings, we just needed to see them from a different perspective to understand exactly how we feel. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, I'm sorry. And yes Jenny gave me the beetle but that doesn’t mean she’s the reason for..that.” he said softly.

“Yeah I do think maybe that was me projecting a bit, I’m sorry I ruined the movie night,” you sighed.

“Everything happens for a reason kid,” he said as you guys got up to finish the movie.

#blue beetle movie #jaime reyes fanfiction #blue beetle fanfic #blue beetle spoilers #blue beetle fic

[outpost51]

Happy WBW! What are the customs around being invited to someone's house in the world of your WIP? (Is it rude for me to bring a gift? Do I have to take my shoes off before going inside? Things like that!)

NOPAL!!! be normal be normal be normal be normal be norm-- I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

[encyclopedia falls through the cut]

ah, shit.

SO, let's go through the aliens i've built so far in Xatal:

**note: these are planetside, traditional living arrangements. when in doubt, ask your host!

Cazen:

Call when you reach the outer bounds of your host's territory -- this is usually marked in some way by a small fence, a garden, or painted rocks. It's polite to announce yourself before the proximity alarm does (so the proximity alarm can be turned off), especially if there are pups napping.

If you're invited over for a meal, make sure your host knows about any special dietary needs before the day of your visit; cazen are accustomed and adapted to living in resource-scarce areas, which means there isn't typically an alternative available, and it's both rude and distressing to invite someone over for a meal and be unable to feed them.

On that note, if you are invited over for a visit, but no meal is mentioned, do not assume you are going to be fed. Resources may be scarce, or as Cazen like to stick with small groups, your host may simply want to catch up for a short period, and then have their house empty of company. You may be asked to stay longer -- there is no social consequence for accepting or turning down this offer.

While not required, if you can spare the credits, you'll get bonus points for asking if your host needs anything from the market/grocer/trader -- even if you're going out of your way to help, it's polite to frame it as if you were "going there anyway."

Uknuks:

Have you been vetted by the patriarch? You're welcome any time. You don't even need to call -- you might not have a "traditional sit-down-and-eat" type of visit, but for an uknuk, spending time together is spending time together. They follow the “friend of my friend is my friend” rule, though, so you may be invited to dinner at a random dwelling. Enjoy!

Bring. A. Gift. It doesn't matter if it's your first time there or your hundredth time. It should be something practical (like tools, nice throw blankets, etc) or food/drinks. Crop seedlings are also accepted, but ask first to make sure they can grow in your hosts' climate, there is room for them in the communal garden, and that they are attractive to local pollinators!! Bonus points for asking what they need, double bonus if you bring something that contributes to the community!

If you're asked to help, you help. The community won't take advantage of someone, and they'll accommodate disabilities and limitations! Usually, if you're taller than 3'... you're on "high" shelf duty.

Don't pick up the uknuks. Don't do it. Unless you're adopted family or a crewmate. And then bully (affectionate) your uknuk "siblings" relentlessly. The kids might try to climb you, though, and in that case, enjoy your armload of fuzzy little babies.

Sodai:

You will be handed the bread vessel. SMASH THE VESSEL. DO IT. There's a round stone on the table. Hold it with both hands, flat side towards the table, and drive it straight down onto the stone. There will be a ruckus. Feel free to scream along.

If you cook bone-in meat close to your visit, save the bones and bring them along! You don't really have to do anything with them either, just shove 'em in a clean bag!

There will probably be fermented meat on the table. You don't have to eat it (you might not even be able to), but try not to make a face.

Post-meal preening and naps are customary! You can turn down the preening, but I guarantee that meal will put you right to sleep!

Ix'ai:

If it's just dinner, you'll be dining out -- research the place you're going to. Follow the dress code, don't over/underdress, look over the menu and have an idea what you're ordering before you go. Your behavior and appearance reflects on your host! No pressure LOL! Forget to look at the menu? Be honest, and ask your host what they recommend 😌 problem solved!

Holiday? Get ready to meet your host's entire family. You will be dubbed gazagaza at the door and held to the same standard as the rest of "the kids." It's fine, you're probably getting a crash course on the ride over -- no, you're not driving yourself there!

Unless asked, don't bring anything but yourself. It implies that the family cannot provide for themselves, and that they're doing so poorly they can't provide for you as well. If asked, it will be a bottle of mid- to top-shelf liquor or a specific wine -- this is for the owner of the house, who your host will introduce you to. This bottle will be opened and served at dinner.

For the love of all that is good and right in the world, do not remove your shoes. Everyone will probably be outside anyway, unless the weather is bad.

Zal:

Ix'ai etiquette on steroids. If you're invited out, you'll be picked up at a specific time (do NOT be late). Ask your host for a meal recommendation and don't offer to pay -- communicate when plans are made that you want to pay for yourself, otherwise just let your buddy spoil you.

If you're invited over, it's a date (romantic or platonic). That's an intimate friends activity! Tell your host they have a beautiful home, remove your shoes if asked (usually dependent on the weather, it's all about keeping the floors clean!), enjoy the tour and the candlelit dinner. It's going to be over the top. Zal like their ceremony!

Don't bring a gift unless you're courting. Bringing a gift is an expression of courting. Yes, even a bag of chips.

As for Other Etiquette:

When visiting someone on a station:

DO ask which dock to use (yes, this goes for public transport as well).

DON'T assume your host is paying for your docking fees or taxi fare, but DO communicate about it ahead of time.

DO offer to bring along a snack or something they can't usually get on the station!

When invited onto someone's ship:

DO greet the captain, if they're not the person who invited you!

DON'T wear strong scents! You're in an enclosed, filtered space!

DON'T bring large gifts, or anything with non-recyclable packaging.

When invited to Eir Terminal, specifically:

If Bax requests your presence, you go right away. You will probably have to wait when you get there, but the important thing is that you are on time.

#listen. i am from the south. etiquette is so incredibly important to me. it's like one of the first things i build. #xatal galaxy #worldbuilding wednesday #once again i have given you an essay

[theacedragon0w0]

Sage's Ex part 2

WARNING: IMPLIED ABUSE, BODY SHAMING, PANIC ATTACK

Both Hazel and Velvette were watching Sage cook dinner, they both knew a lot of things were wrong.

To start, Sage suggested that they should order take out which made no sense, she loves to cook! Not only that, she had a completely different aura around her, usually she would be bouncing all over the kitchen with reckless abandon, humming some tunes while doing it like it was a performance and she alone was the dancer

But now she was still, quiet, the only sounds that escaped the kitchen were only the sizzling of the pan and the shrill from the cutlery. Like she was a husk of herself.

Sage, feeling somewhat satisfied with the plates appearance, carried them to her lovers, who had looks of concern, which Sage tried to ease with a masked chipper tone "Hope you're hungry! Sorry this took longer than usual."

Hazel was quick to cut Sage on that notion

"Bluebell your cooking is always worth the wait." Hazel didn't forget the promise that Sage made but knew that only Sage will be the person to initiate the conversation.

Velvette whipped out her phone to snap the picture of the plate as it was almost tradition at this point. Sage went behind Velvette and rested her head on her shoulder to see the results. It was only a minute but Sage saw it, in a selfie picture of a all too familiar face.

It was her, someone who sage would pray to never see again.

Velvette whipped around when she felt Sage tensed up, trying to figure out what startled her fearless guard. And when Hazel reached out towards Sage's arm Sage flinched away.

The air in the dining room was thick, Sage knew that she had find a way to reduce the damage.

"Sorry I got a little brain fog for a second, how about we eat dinner?"

Hazel and Velvette knew that they weren't going to let this slide, Velvette scrolled back to the photo that cause her love to recoil and showed Sage to confirm her suspicions "Sage, darling, who is this?"

Fuck Sage was not going to avoid it any longer, she was hoping she had more time to make light about her past, with all the ugly parts that stained it. "That cunt, is my ex."

"Ex?"

"Yeah, and the reason why I look like this" as Sage gestured her body, highlighting the scars that weren't from the exorcist escape, including the one that stretched acrossed her nose bridge and the waving of her amputated arm suggested her hand as well.

Oh, oh no

Someone hurt her

Someone took Sage's love and made her suffer because of it.

Sage broke the silence again, "You know what's funny about my hand? It wasn't able to grow back because she thought that an angelic blade will keep the meat clean as she sold it to the cannibal company and the nose bridge was when she threw a plate at me for not serving her food that wasn't from an already prepared box."

Neither Hazel or Velvette laughed, their faces began to redden with both their hands curling into fists.

"But you know what the worse part is? I made this adorable denim jacket with these patches that I hand stitched myself and I wasn't able to wear it, she called me a "chubby bunny" and slap my stomach and would often, often, she, w-would, she would often-"

The tears weren't able to stop, Sage was trying so hard to not cry, especially not about talking about that insignificant fact that she was taking advantage of. Her thoughts came to a halt when she felt the safe embrace from both of her girls, Hazel being the front and Velvette at the back.

At that moment Sage melted to incoherent sobs and her body was shaking, with both Velvette and Hazel rubbing her back and arms to comfort.

After a minute of rocking back and forth, Sage was able to compose herself to talk, "I love you guys so much, I didn't think that I could have this hung over about this"

Hazel cupped Sage's face and lifted it so their eyes would meet, " Bluebell you are so strong and you are ok to feel this, both the boss and I love you and we will make sure that nobody hurts you like that again."

Hazel was still holding on to Sage as Velvette was aggressively typing her phone, both of them gave the look to call everyone in

We'll make that bitch pay.

OH BOI WHO'S READY TO THROW HANDS YALL? Anyway that's how Sage got those scars that weren't from the exorcist escape and oh boy it's going to be a fun time for the squad

Hazel belongs to @puffymucher

#tw abuse mention #Sage's Ex #oc x canon #oc x oc #Hazel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel velvette

[aliypop]

Back To Black: Chapter 6

latest chapters : Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4   Chapter 5

Word Count: 9.436

Writers Notes: Here we are Chapter 6 topping off season 5 and kicking into gear of season 6, 

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes, Smut

Pairing: OC x Canon

( Eleanor Williams ) / Thomas Shelby  

(Claudette Williams) / Finn Shelby

(Virginia Williams) / Ada Shelby

Plot: What happens When the Williams Family makes their grand return back to London from a war stricken France to only find the rocks of war and the runts of crime the Shelby family slowly leaking into their world,

Taglist: @shelbydelrey

1929-The Connolly Mansion

"I'm sorry, what..." Eleanor blinked as Claudette and Finn smiled, "We're getting married, Eleanor," she smiled, holding Finn's hand, 

"We were waitin for you two to finally do this..." Lorcan mumbled under his breath, "Where will the Wedding be and how many people, and who's staying in what rooms and-"

"We'll go to Westerham Heights, beautiful scenery, and it's traditional," Bernadette stated as Polly agreed, "I haven't been in years," she took a puff of her cigarette, "Why Westerham fucking Heights..." Arthur growled, "Why not Johnny Dogs camp or somethin... or like a church." Ada had hit him in the head, "Be fuckin respectful..." she grumbled as Virginia laughed, "Yeah, Arthur, be respectful." her head was on Ada's shoulders, "This just makes the deal stronger," Tommy looked over at Eleanor, "Joined by name, joined by family." Eleanor smiled, "I'm happy for you two. I really am," she walked out of the dining room, the sound of silent sniffles following suit, 

"Darling..."

"Darling? since when did you start calling 'er darlin?" Julian asked as Arthur interjected, "You must really like her. The last time he called a girl darlin was in France."

"First off, Arthur fuck off," he walked out, 

Eleanor was sitting on the steps, those same ones she had left out of Tommy's life with. Taking the sleeves of Tommy's sweater that she now claimed, she wiped her tears away, plastering a smile,

 "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Don't worry about me." 

"Eh, that makes me worry more about you." Tommy sat by her side, pulling her close to his side, her head in his lap, "It was just yesterday that we brought Claudette home from the God Awful Hilda orphanage... and we took her to France, put her in the best schools our money could buy, me taking care of her like I was a mother, Andre and I would... keep her calm from the sounds of war and Virginia." she laughed, "Would tell jokes, and now She's getting married, probably gonna start a family and-"

"You wish it was you, don't ya," Tommy asked as she nodded. Deep down, he knew how she felt, Finn, who barely even had a bit of an example of a positive relationship. Yet managed to strike gold on his first attempt, but Tommy, there was Grace and The countess, Tatiana if he could even consider her as anything, Jessie Eden, and Lizzie he really married to smooth things out with the Luca situation and their daughter Ruby, none of them really saw Tommy, not the one who's laugh could brighten the skies of Birmingham, or dance the night away at any club, they only knew Thomas Shelby and his many titles and mask, but Eleanor saw through every last one of them.

 "You know Eleanor I... Loved you the day we first met." she giggled as he smiled, "At the club?" she asked as Tommy shook his head, "The party with Chaplin." 

"Mr. Shelby, I didn't think they'd let you in." Eleanor chuckled to herself, watching the way it made him squirm. 

"Didn't think they'd let you in either."

"Oh, darling, my father put this little event together." she smiled, "A daddy's girl I should've known." he quipped, 

"A man who's just a scared little boy giving schoolhouse taunts," she mentioned taking a glass of champagne from the wait staff, 

"Are you Williams always this flashy."

"Flashy... Oh, I forgot you wouldn't understand you're still new money," she said, watching Grace dance with Andre. If only Andre liked women, the two would've been such a lovely pair.

 "And you forget you're talking to Tommy fucking Shelby."

"Such big words for a rather small feeling man," setting her glass down, she took Thomas by the hand, taking him to the middle of the dance floor. Grace had her eyes on the pair, watching as if she had daggers in her eyes. Of course, Eleanor loved it, and it only provoked her more to get under Tommy's skin, 

"Well, Eleanor..."

"It's Ms. Williams."

"Well, Ms. Williams, If I were you, I'd keep a close eye on your sister." he whispered into her ear, "And I'd keep a closer eye on the company you keep."

"Mr. Chaplin, have you met Eleanor Williams," Andre asked, placing his arm around her shoulder. His glance was on a man who resembled the one in front of him, "Oh, excuse me, Thomas Shelby, is it." Andre asked as Grace stood next to him, 

"I suppose you want her back."

"I'm sorry for how I was that night," Eleanor laughed as Tommy chuckled, "Were you..." he smirked, kissing her nose, "Not really, I was jealous of Grace a little, " she blushed, embarrassed to say it, "I wanted to impress, you, I guess," Eleanor laughed as Tommy shook his head, "You threw the fuckin party," 

"My father did," she corrected, "Either way, you weren't scared of me," Tommy smiled, "Sure, Finn and Claudette 'Ill get married, but in due time fate will play its cards, and maybe we will too." 

Westerham Heights

"Who's dress is this anyways?" Claudette asked as Bernadette and Vadoma helped her get dressed, "It was your mothers..." Bernadette said, 

"If it's hers, I don't want it..." Vadoma's heart sank as Bernadette sighed, "It's not hers, Claudi, it's..." 

"It's mine," Vadoma said, "I'm your mother..." Vadoma smiled. 

"No, my mother was that monster who shot me in the back..." 

"Leslie was not your mother," Bernadette sighed, "Why are you telling me now..." Claudette asked as the two looked at the bride to be, "It was supposed to be on your 16th birthday, but when Louis died and Eleanor gone, I-"

"You couldn't tell me!" she shouted, backing away from them, "You couldn't fucking say hey, your mothers alive, and she tells fortunes!" she laughed, "So it's let's wait on the day I finally find happiness !" 

"Claudette Hilda Dupont! You listen to me well..." Vadoma demanded her attention as Claudette faced her, "First off, you will respect your aunt do you hear me!" her voice filled with anger, 

"Yes..." Vadoma grabbed her face making sure their gaze met, "Yes, what..." Claudette looked into her eyes. She felt a presence that Claudette hadn't known, not even with Leslie. She felt the aura of a mother, her mother, "Yes, M'am..."  

"Just know that every day when you were away from me, I prayed that you were okay, you were watched over and loved," she held her face, 

"Then why'd you give me up..."

"I wanted the best for you. I wanted you to have the life my father deprived me of that your aunt got to live." she smiled, "And you did. I'm witnessing my daughter get married. Oh, if only your father were here to see it."

"I...I have a..." 

"Go put your shoes on."

Almost as if fate itself knocking on the door of Vadoma's Caravan was, "James!" spinning Vadoma around, as he kissed her, "James, Where's my hug..." Bernadette smiled as he hugged her tightly, "I've been good, treating patients in America and running numbers the usual." he smiled, "I didn't think you'd make it," Vadoma kissed him again, his mustache tickling her face,

 "You'd think I'd miss this?"

"How do I look..." white lace trailed down behind her, covered in pearls and gold jewelry on her neck. James had shed a tear, "You look just like your mama did in that dress back in 1901." he held Vadoma's hand, 

"Ya know I knew it..." Johnny said as Eleanor looked at him,

 "Knew what?" she sassed,

 "You was one of us," 

"And how so..." she asked, "Is it the bones?"

"Those earrings ya like wearin so much." he laughed, "It's also the bones." he joked. Eleanor stood next to her aunt's Caravan, smoking her cigarette and watching how everyone was reacting, "Yeah, my Aunt's the wonderful Vadoma, prophecies and all that jazz." she chuckled. Ada had worn black, still mourning the loss of the father of her unborn child, and Virginia was still right by her side, Karl standing next to Ada, the two holding hands. On the other side were Polly and her husband, Aberama, who looked to be in love. Of course, Arthur had been a little drunk, and Isaiah had been flirting with a few of the women, but then there was Tommy walking in with Lizzie and Ruby and,

 "AUNTIE ELLIE!"  the young boy ran up to her as she hugged him tightly, "Charlie, you've grown so big and so handsome," she ruffled up his hair,

 "Did you get my birthday gift?"

"Mhmm, It's a mouse."

"Not just any, it's Mickey Mouse, from Walt himself." she bopped his nose, "Thank you."  he gave her another hug, 

"Charlie! Charlie?" Lizzie shouted until she saw him, 

"I'm so sorry he doesn't usually run off-"

"Lizzie, it's fine. I haven't seen my God son in a while anyways, and is that little Ruby," she asked as Ruby waved. She was a shy little thing but still ferocious like her daddy. 

"Can we talk..."

"Oh, uh, of course..." Eleanor nodded,

"Charlie, Ruby, go find your father," Lizzie said as the two began to walk off, "What's troubling you..."  she asked, "It's Tommy..." her heart sank. She hoped it wasn't about something she had done, 

" Is he okay..."

"It's his usual..." she sighed, "I caught him trying to shoot himself in the field before we arrived, and lately, he talks about you when he's not talking about Grace," she smiled, "I mean, shit if I were a man I'd talk about you too, you're gorgeous." Lizzie smiled as Eleanor laughed, "So are you," 

"But, I don't know if I can do it anymore..." she sighed, "With him and Mosely and the business, I rarely see Thomas, that love and lust we had is fading and-"

"You want to divorce him..." she asked, as Lizzie nodded, "I haven't told him, but I've been seeing someone for some time, and, "

"You want to move on,"

"Yeah, I think you two would make the sweetest pair, and I don't say that to too many women who come in contact with my Tommy, but..."

"Nora, Dette needs ya!" Virginia shouted

"Shit, Lizzie, hold that thought!" 

"I want Eleanor and Tommy to walk me if that's okay," Claudette asked. Vadoma and James nodded, "I don't want to upset ya," 

"Came as soon as Virginia told me. Who the hell is that?" Eleanor pointed towards James, "That's your uncle, it's a long story, now where's Thom-"

"Right here, " Thomas smiled on the other side of her, "Vadoma, James," he nodded, taking Claudette's hand. He was more nervous for her than she was, but in his mind, it was practice for Ruby, 

"Do you think this dress is okay?"

"It's fine Claudette..." Eleanor said, walking her down where everyone was,"

"You could be wearin rags, and Finn would still marry you." Tommy added, "He's right," Eleanor shrugged,

 "Just breathe and-" Finn turned to see her as butterflies gathered in his stomach. She was his beautiful spring bride, and he couldn't wait to share his life with her. Watching her walk down the aisle was like an angel floating from heaven toward him. Lifting up her veil, he had wanted to kiss her at that very moment in due time as the Ceremony took place. Eleanor and Tommy kept stealing glances at each other. Both Lizzie and Polly took notice. Maybe she was right. They did belong together, but only time would tell that. 

A few months later, they had been gathered around the same place, a burning Caravan holding the body of Polly in it. The Shelby and Williams families gathered around, paying their respects. Of course, this marked the end of an era, but at what cost. The danger was afoot, and Eleanor could sense it. Things would fall about soon. She just wondered for who. 

1934 Arrow house

"Does it ever stop hurting..."  Lizzie asked Eleanor in between sniffles,  "No, you just make room for it..."  she hugged her. Eleanor didn't know what it meant to lose a child, let alone imagine that aching pain, yet here they were gathered at Arrow house, mourning the loss of Ruby, or at least those who had wished to join, 

"Have you eaten anything at least, Lizzie..."

"I'm not hungry..."

"You know I didn't eat anything when I got wind my father died. I nearly starved for three days." she laughed a little, 

"Elle, you didn't..."

"I did until I remembered they would much love for you to live life than join them before it's your time." handing her a cloth from her purse to wipe her eyes. All around them, there was a circle of death, life, and rebirth. Across from Eleanor sat Claudette and Finn and their three-year-old daughter Serena who'd been taking a nap on the couch, and Arthur, who, as hard as he'd been failing, was trying his best to lead a life of recovery. 

"Charlie won't leave her room, and Tommy... well, he just wants revenge and-" she took a deep breath, 

"Cry if you need to," Eleanor said, rubbing her back,

"Ada, what's wrong..."  Virginia asked as Ada held Elizabeth's hand. Ada gave her the cold shoulder, "So we're back to that now..." she groaned, the two standing near the food. As usual, things had been rocky since Ben's death. Ada would stop by the brothel, service one of the women there, and if Virginia was lucky, she might look her way. But today, she was through with it all. 

"Ada Shelby, you look at me right now!" the room fell silent, all attention on the two, 

"I don't have the energy to argue with you..." Ada tried to walk off as Virginia got on one knee, 

"Then don't argue.... say yes?" Virginia asked, her fedora hat on her chest,

 "Are you fuckin serious right now..."

"I am..." Virginia smiled, "I would give up everything for you. I'd die for you. I'd leave my girls, anything to know you're by my side for the rest of my life." Ada shook her head, a bit shocked as to what was happening. Another Williams in the family, Eleanor had thought to herself, 

"What do you say..."

"FUCK IT, SHE SAYS YES! 

"Arthur, I can speak for myself..." she rolled her eyes, Virginia still kneeling down,

 "Will you commit to me..."

"I will..." 

"Then you have yourself a wife..." 

Westerham Heights

It had only been a  month, and they all were gathered after a funeral amongst themselves at a wedding. Tommy had been running late due to some business with Mosely, Eleanor, Lizzie, and Claudette  were helping Ada with her dress, "Do you think Pol would be proud?" Ada asked 

"I think she'd say, finally, you two ran off and tied the knot," Lizzie commented as Claudette chuckled, 

"It'd be more like you two fucking did it finally," Claudette chuckled, pointing her cigarette like Polly. Eleanor fixed the veil, 

"Elle, what do you think she'd say..."  Lizzie asked,

"Elle..."

"Get down!" Her gun pointed at the head of,

 "Don't shoot!"

"Andre..." she growled as he collapsed right in front of her, 

"Andre!"

"What the fuck just happened, " Lizzie asked, 

"Claudette, get your father now!"

Laying on Vadoma's bed was Andre. He had a few cuts, bruises, and dried blood covered in his clothes, almost smelling like death had grabbed him. James loomed over him, cleaning his cuts, stitching him back together as the wedding outside took place, 

"Is he okay?

"Looks like a hit gone wrong..." James said, 

"Could've been..." Eleanor responded it wasn't that she was being stand-offish. She couldn't imagine her older brother dead after seeing so many caravan burnings. It was a matter of time before who would be next, 

"We'll leave you two alone..."  Eleanor gave her aunt and uncle a nod as she sat by the door, 

"Andre, if you can hear me..." she took a breath, "I want you to know you caused this family great pain. 

"Your stupid fucking decisions led you to a greedy path..." she laughed, "A dark path, and for what a life so many who grew up like us could wish for, huh..." she snarled, "Our sister's wedding, and you decided to show your face," she growled, 

"I outta-"

"You... didn't... need... me," Andre spoke, his mouth a little dry as he struggled to sit up, "Andy..." she sat by his side as she used to when she was little, "I did this... so you could rise to power..." he coughed, 

"You nearly gave up our business,"

"But you made it stronger..." 

"You had Luca after us."

"And you defeated him..." 

"You partnered with Luca and Leslie..." 

"And Claudette took her down..." 

"You shot Virginia." she pointed her gun at his head, "Don't siblings fight..." he asked as she growled, "You betrayed this family endless times, and you expect me to appreciate that..." her hand shaking as her eyes watered, "You expect me to hug you and welcome you! You couldn't even stand up for me... you let your hatred get in the way. Your fucking greed gets in the way!" she shouted, "AND I HAVE TO ALWAYS CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT, SINCE 190 FUCKING 1."  

"Nora, I'm sorr-"

"YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING SAY SORRY, YOU DON'T GET TO MAKE CHOICES FOR ME ANYMORE, YOU DON'T-"

BLAM!

"Eleanor..." Tommy ran toward the Caravan as he heard gunfire. Andre was holding his waist, blood on his hands. Eleanor gave him a look at him and gave him a nod. Taking Tommy's hand, she then left out.

 "We're even now..."

"Do I want to know..."

"I just want to go home, Tommy..." she laughed,

"I could take you to London."

"Take me to Moss Side," Eleanor smiled, 

"Moss Side? You grew up in fucking Moss Side?"  he blinked, "I wouldn't even step foot in Ardwick, and I have." he glanced at her as she shrugged, 

"Are we going or not?"

Moss Side  Manchester 

There it was, the bustle of streets and the slight smell of horse shit, it wasn't much, but to Eleanor, this was home, with pubs almost on every corner and a brothel on every other street. The cotton factories blowing smoke into the air, she was a child again, and for once, she was happy, happier than he'd ever seen her,

 "I'd take Birmingham over this any day..." 

"Scared, Mr. Shelby?" she teased as Tommy laughed. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't, "What's so fucking scary about Moss Side." Tommy winked, his nose scrunching up a little at the stench. It was a cute look if Eleanor had to be honest with herself about it,

 "Come on, Birmingham, you can take the stench of horse shite,"  leading the way to the Claremont pub. The two walked across the street, some kids playing, others making mischief, and some making the best of where they lived,

 Inside the pub was little hints of furnishings of the Victorian era, still as cozy as she remembered it to be when she had to fetch her father out from late nights.  

"Sorry to mither ya, but aren'tcha Louis's girl?" the barmaid had said, "Yeah, I am. Who's askin?" If Tommy hadn't been in love with her before, he was now, 

"It's me, Trudy,"

"Trudy Chapman...  Fuckin Trudy!" she gasped, "Oh, now I'm buzzin'!" Eleanor smiled. Trudy and Eleanor had been best friends since they shared a crust of a sandwich together in school,  

"How's ya muva still the same..."

"She's still a bit snide, but nevertheless still luvley." Eleanor chuckled. Something about her accent drove Tommy insane. Maybe it was because it wasn't like the posh ones he'd hear every day in the parliament or the fact all this time how he thought she was a Londoner when really she was a girl from the north and west of Birmingham, 

"Well, Ellie, I 'eard you was, engaged. Is that so?" Eleanor began to fiddle with her hand, a melancholy look on her face. If Tommy hadn't known, better he would say she'd have started crying, "It is," he interjected, holding her hand, "It is?" Eleanor looked at him, his blue eyes looking to the side of Trudy, telling her to play along, 

"It is! This is my Fiance, Mr. Thomas Shelby?"

"Thomas Shelby, like the fuckin politician and Peaky..." 

"That would be me." he tipped the peak of his cap,

"Oh, he's sound and 'Andsome." Trudy chuckled, 

"Well, can I get you two, Owt?"

"We're just gaggin' for a brew," Eleanor said, her head on Tommy's shoulder, 

" A brew at a pub?"

"He doesn't drink Whiskey anymore," she whispered, watching as Trudy walked away, "You didn't have to do that, you know..." she smiled. Tommy shrugged his shoulders, "I rather you smile than cry." he held her close.

 "So you really grew up here, love."

"Right down that street, ova there," Eleanor pointed, "If we were lucky, we could beat the scuttlers before school. Usually, Andre got 'is ass 'anded to 'im ova there, but that's what sisters are for." she sighed, mentioning his name,

 "No, there will be no frownin around me, do you hear." 

"Tommy..."

"I mean it. There's been enough fuckin sadness going on, " Tommy looked at her. Tommy was right, and he knew that when he returned home, Tommy would have to face Mosely, Jack, and his annoying niece Gina, for right now, Tommy Shelby was with the woman beside him,  "Mista Sadness tellin me to be cheery 'uh." she sassed as he laced his fingers with hers, "Yeah I am..." his blue eyes filled with admiration, 

"What's wrong wif you," 

"Your accent."

"What ya don't like it?" she pulled away from him as he laughed, 

"Don't having a benny on me."

"A what..." she looked at him, a bit confused, 

"He means a strop." Trudy smiled, setting both tea cups down, "I run into a few Brummies, including this cute one." Trudy grinned, "You don't say maybe Tommy knows  'em?" Eleanor said, adding sugar to her tea. Both Trudy and Eleanor watched Thomas fix his tea, 

"We don't all know each other."

"Oy, you're gonna be drinkin sugar with hits of brew in it, huh," Trudy commented, taking the sugar slowly from Tommy, "And, you're right, maybe he doesn't know 'im," she sighed, 

"I mean, he's from Small Heath an-"

"I might know him..." Eleanor laughed at his quick reaction, then back at Trudy's, 

"What's he look like?" 

"Well, he's tall, luves boxin, similar eyes like yours and-"

"Arthur Shelby?" Eleanor blinked, "You fancy Arthur?"

 "What's so funny..." 

"That's my older brother," Tommy said as Trudy gasped, "He's the most beautiful thin I ever seen." her brown cheeks had a soft red hue, "Is he seein anyone?" she asked, "I'd love to meet him... Again... maybe naked," she smirked, "Could think of some fun thins he and I could-" Tommy cleared his throat as Eleanor chuckled, 

"Never change, Trudy." 

As the night went on, Eleanor was by Tommy's side, the two walking the streets and chatting until they were standing in an alleyway, one she knew all too well. A shiver went down her spine. Tommy noticed how her once strong demeanor grew stiff and weak. She could hear ringing in her ear and a taste of blood in her mouth. Suddenly it was 1902, and she was 12 years old, trembling in her mother's arms, hearing the loud blaring noise of a gun firing off. She felt empty like time stood still, and it was now catching up to her,

"The Alleyway that gave me the name The Pearl..." she swallowed, then laughed, 

"You don't have to walk down it," Tommy said. 

Eleanor turned her face to look at him, "I do..." she smiled, looking back down the dark alley, "I can't free myself if I don't. I can't forgive him if I don't." Tommy only gave her a nod, knowing she knew what was best for her, 

"I'm coming with you." 

"You-"

"I've let you in. Just this once, let me in." Tommy asked. The two began to walk down the alley, the moon peeping through.

 "So why do they call ya the pearl?"

"Innocence and modesty ironically lost those at a young age, " she took a deep breath, "I was deemed as something everyone wanted, and everyone wants pearls," she laughed. The sound was a bit melancholic. Tommy took hold of her hand, listening to her,

 "But I called myself the pearl because I wanted to be untouchable..." she sighed, "To never feel that way again. Never be touched that way again,"

"Did you ever feel that way again?"

"Not when I was with you. I always want you touchin me," Eleanor giggled, the last flame of the street lamp flickering, "Or kissin me, holdin me even, but anybody else gets fuckin shot." he nodded, waiting for her to notice that they made it out the alleyway. "Seems you did it, darlin," kissing her cheek, "I did..." she hugged him. Tommy hugged her back, not wanting to let her go. He felt sorry for what she had to go through, but he knew either way, she was still the strong woman he knew that London feared. Looking back at her old home, she then took a step back towards Thomas,

"Should we head to Small Heath?" Eleanor asked?

"Thought you'd never ask."

Small Heath

Eleanor had driven the first few minutes back to Birmingham until she grew tired, and Tommy offered to finish the entire way, so now there was Thomas Shelby  with his favorite woman wearing his overcoat like a blanket with her head pressed forward on the window, yet he was still alone with his thoughts, about introducing his son he'd found with Esme's help, and the slight fact Tommy may or may not be dying, or that his love for Lizzie was fizzing out faster than a pop, but nothing mattered when he saw her relaxed state in that seat, 

"Tom... I think I may be in love with you..." Eleanor laughed, her vibrant brown eyes glassy and wide, trying not to fall asleep, "What makes you say that, love." His eyes on the road, the quiet sounds of nature as their music, "Well, I trust ya more than anyone. You're in my dreams. I see us 'avin a big family an," she yawned, "No matter 'ow much you piss me off, I can't leave ya..." 

"I'm not going anywhere either," he reassured her,

 "Good, c-cause you're me, best friend." she laughed, her eyes slowly closing as she curled into the heat of his coat, his scent soothing her, 

"I thought Trudy was Your best friend?"

"Trudy's second, an you're first now." her sleepy smile made his heart race. It was something he'd want to see on snowy days in London when the roads were icy. And the horses would be kept warm. They could spend the day in bed with her looking at him the way she was right now as he'd hold her on his chest, and they'd sleep the day away, no troubles, no worries, just them. 

"Don't smile at me like that."

"Like what.." she looked at him, batting her heavy-lidded eyelashes at him, 

"Like that,"

"Or what?"

"You're gonna make me marry ya." she  smiled again as she looked up at him, "Is that proposal me, beloved?" 

"Could be..." 

It had been an hour once they made it to Watery Lane with the lights still on and the Shelby headquarters and family home. As the door swung open, there stood Lizzie, whose face had anger riddled all over it, 

"Where the fuck have you been, Thomas..." turning to see his wife. Eleanor held onto him, her heels in hand as she was wrapped up his coat, "We left the weddin an went to Moss Side got some brew for tea, an, went down an old ginnel an we 'ere?"

"What the hell is she saying..."

"We went for a cuppa for tea and went down an alley, " she translated herself, 

"What were you doing in fucking Moss Side of all places. Rather you two go to Ardwick,"

"She's a manc,"

"A very tired Manc from Moss Side," Eleanor said. Lizzie then ushered the two in, rolling her eyes playfully at her husband, "Thomas, could we talk..." pulling him aside, "What's wrong..." something in the pit of his stomach told him this wasn't going to be good, after all, she'd already heard the news about him and Diana, she wouldn't shut her mouth about it during dinner, sure he had his affairs and flings for a distraction but, really since the death of Ruby things hadn't been the same and she knew they never would, 

"I want a divorce,"

"If that's what you want, then we'll get one." he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, 

"I'll take Charles with me, and we'll be out of your hair." she smiled,

 "Where is my happy ending..."  Tommy asked, trying to hold back his tears, he did love Lizzie, but he knew deep down she deserved more than to be there because of a child they no longer had, "She's in the kitchen with Arthur," Lizzie smiled, 

"I know about you and Eleanor, and I get it. Really I do. She's gorgeous, she understands you more than I ever could, you two share something special, and she can talk you down. I feel like I only bring you down, dear."  her thumb on Tommy's face wiping away a tear from his cheek, "Please, Tommy, smile for me..." she kissed his nose, "Worst-case scenario, we just simply weren't meant." 

Eleanor's heart shattered for Tommy and Lizzie as she heard from the kitchen what was being said. Claudette and Finn passing her bandages to help clean up Arthur from another binge and fight,

"What's wrong with ya?" 

"I'm fine, Mr. Shelby..." Eleanor said 

"Nah, you ain't. I 'ere it in your fuckin voice." 

"He's right.." Finn said, "You don't sound happy?" both Eleanor and Arthur glared at the couple as Claudette gulped, "I hear Serena crying... come along, handsome," pulling him away, 

"Did I mess up something good..." 

"You... no, if anything, Tommy almost missed somethin good," Arthur said, "Around you, he's happier, less of a pain in the ass, if you will," placing a cloth to his forehead and cleaning blood off it, "You're kind, but not easy to fuck with, you don't scare easy, hell if Tommy wasn't into ya I'd be, but don't tell 'em that." Eleanor blushed as she hugged him, a huff of pain leaving his lips, 

"Thanks, Mr. Shelby..."

"Call me Arthur,"

"Alright, Artie,"

"You're pushin your luck there," he said as she laughed, pulling away as she was about to leave  the kitchen, "Can I be honest with ya?"

"Of course, I think you should forgive your brother. A brother is the only person you can trust, who won't betray ya," he commented, 

"Did you..."

"He saved me life." 

"Eleanor Williams, can we talk?" Tommy said, coming into the kitchen, "Full name must be in trouble, huh," Arthur mumbled, "Of course, sliding the door to the betting den. The two walked to his office, "Look, Thomas, I can leave if you'd like. I'm terribly sorry for any pain I caused or-." Sitting on his desk, Tommy kissed her passionately. He wanted her to be as close to him as possible, his hands wrapped around her waist, looking at him in shock, "Lizzie was right..."

"About what?"

"You and I," 

"Thomas Michael Shelby, where is this going..." 

"Well, Eleanor Vadoma Williams, I'm marrying you." 

"With what fucking ring Thomas," she asked, pulling out the garnet ring. This time, it was different, cut like a pear with the pearls of her mother's ring adorning it, "When did you..."

"The night you gave it back." 

"What would Aunt Pol say to this..."

"It's about fucking time you two got married." Ada said, her wife draped around her waist, "She's right. I've been tired of your weepin about not marrying this man, so in this case, she says yes." 

"I can speak for meself..." Eleanor said,

 "Then what do you say."

"Yes, I'll marry you." she nodded. She remembered what Lizzie told her at Finn's wedding, and maybe this was what fate had in store for her, besides one must never look a gifted horse in the mouth,

 "Who's getting married now..." Lorcan grumbled as Julian  smirked, "I believe it's those two."

"Finally..."  Lizzie smiled,

London

Heels clicked down the hall as Eleanor held flowers in her hand. Tommy had sent off to Canada again to go meet Michael. It bought her some time to take in Arthur's words. He was right. There was nothing like having a brother. And when she thought about it, Andre was all she had now that Louis had been gone for so long. Here she was, giving him the cold shoulder. Opening the door of his hospital room sat Bernadette,

"How's he doing?"

"He's currently doing his exercises." Bernadette responded, "Oh, good. Well, I have news-"

"Mother, you're here." Andre smiled, "And you as well, Ellie," he glanced at her. Eleanor felt small, but she still felt like what she did was right, 

"Yeah, I wanted to apologize for shootin ya,"

"No, you responded the way I wanted you to." 

"What?" she blinked, 

"It was a test." Bernadette smirked, "A test for what?" she questioned as Andre laughed, "To see if you could handle the heat of the company," both of their expressions serious, "You betrayed the family..." she growled, "I did... and you handled every test while in the states amazingly." he laughed, "Even the last one,"

"And you were in on this," turning to Bernadette, who gave her a nod, "Your father and his uncles did the same thing to him and to Andre and now Andre to you," she said, "You not only knew I was alive, but you managed to save the company from my shit," 

"How'd you..."

"I might have partnered up with Lorcan and the Lee family."

"But I thought you disliked The Shelby family," 

"Well, one Lorcan is a Lee. He's a half-brother, he's an artist, and he's-"

"He's what... your type?" she asked as Andre rolled his eyes, "He was a good spy, is all," Bernadette laughed at her son, his face and ears red, "Might be another Romani wedding, I see..." she commented as Eleanor cleared her throat, "Speaking of weddings, "Tommy and I are engaged..." the room fell silent Andre laughed, "You and the Shelby guy, I mean it makes sense, you two are stubborn two peas in a pod, but I respect his design in a ring." he held her hand looking at it, he'd known those pearls anywhere they were Bernadette's pearls from her ring, and they accented Eleanor well, 

"Is it going to be a traditional wedding?"

"Well, we were thinking of a Romani wedding and a reception, maybe," she looked at her mother, 

"And who's walking you down?"

"Maybe Virginia." Andre cleared his throat as Eleanor gave him a smile, "Fine, you can walk me down, but don't go tryin to shoot Tommy, besides I've been told to forgive you," she stuck her tongue out at him as if they were children again, 

"Is that an apology? I hear..." 

"Oh, why don't you do one." she shoved him, 

"Oi, you two behave yerselves!" Bernadette commanded, her Irish accent peaking out from the heap of posh she hid it under, 

"Sorry..."  

As the week progressed, Eleanor and the rest of The Shelby women took it amongst themselves to go wedding shopping for something borrowed, blue, new,  and even old. One of the maids had come downstairs with a chess, a lock on the front of it, "Do you think it's a dead body in it?" Claudette asked as  Ada and Virginia nudged her, 

"Why would I be gifted a dead body..."

"Remember who you're marrying," Lizzie said, laughing as Eleanor chuckled, "I doubt that would be sent to me here," she stated. Bernadette and Vadoma walked in as she took the key from the young woman unlocking the box. In it was an old dress that seemed to have dated back to the 1880s, along with a veil, pearls, and shoes. It was the entire wedding set, "I saved this for you," handing her the dress, 

"How'd you know,"

"Vadoma."

" I read her palms," she smiled, 

"Aunt Pol read mine too!" Claudette gasped as Virginia laughed, "It's kinda a traditional thing," Ada whispered as Lizzie nodded, "Speaking of tradition, go try the dress on?"

"Are you sure?"

"You gotta see if it fits, no?" Vadoma rushed her out, dress in hand, 

"Well..." 

"You look gorgeous..." Ada blushed, 

"Tommy is going to love it..." 

"I think you look alright?" Virginia commented, "I mean, nothing beats my Ada in her dress," she kissed her wife as Lizzie laughed, "If you were a man, I think Ada would be pregnant with baby number 6," Claudette mumbled under her breath. Eleanor then took a twirl in her dress, a wash of joy spreading over her as it sunk in. She was getting married. It was finally happening. Small sobs left her mother's mouth, happier than her own daughter that she had finally found true love, 

"How's the shoes fit?"

"They're low to my liking, but I love them." Eleanor giggled, "I feel like royalty, honestly."

"Technically, you will be," Vadoma smirked, "He comes from Royalty?"

"Wait, what?" Lizzie blinked,

"It's Romani royalty,"  Ada added, 

"Oh..."

"It makes him a very sound man, to be fair, and it still counts Lizzie," Virginia commented,

Westerham Heights

"Two weddings months apart, eh," Tommy laughed, standing in front of Eleanor's Caravan, another surprise she didn't expect to see, let alone know about. Inside it was things she mostly thought were gone, like old toys, jewelry, pictures, letters, and even her favorite teddy bear, "I think it's sweet, actually," she smiled as Bernadette laced up the dress. She was wearing earrings that Lizzie bought her as a gift, a bracelet borrowed from Ada, Virginia's blue tie pin holding her veil in place, 

"You know you could be naked, and I'd still marry you,"

"Tommy! don't be Angin in front of my mother. She can hear you,"

"Sorry Mrs, Williams..." 

"Pretend I'm not her, why don't you." she shook her head, "Just don't make me a grandmother too quickly," 

"Can't make any promises," Eleanor mumbled, feeling the weight of gold on her neck, "You know I would've been fine married in a more comfortable dress or somethin," her mother's eyes glaring her down as she groaned,

 "But traditions, fine too..." 

"Ay, we're startin any minute," Julian announced, the two brothers walking away from the Caravan, 

"You nervous, Tommy?" 

"Nah, I think I'm sure I got it right this time," he smiled, fixing his brother's hat, "I was thinking of settlin down eventually. Don't know with who yet, but..." Julian smiled, "I want a legacy like you,"

"First try not to get shot at so much," he joked, 

"I can try,"

"Good, I can't lose another brother," 

"Am I late?" a brown skin woman said, running down wearing a fur wrap and a gold-colored dress, a bit of cleavage hanging out, her hair was in tight curls, and her makeup a bit heavy. She was still beautiful, running a bit more her heel had gotten stuck in a soft patch of soft grass, "Shit... shit... shit..."  she groaned, "I'm gonna be late, an Elle's not gonna forgive me, an-" as she nearly fell onto her face a pair of hands caught her, 

"Need help there, love?" his accent was just as thick as she remembered when he crossed the bridge and landed in her pub. "I'd like that a lot. I was tryin to leg it, an I got a bit into trouble," she laughed, 

"Always fucking soft patches of grass, eh," 

"Innit somethin," she smiled as Arthur winked, 

"'Ere hold on to me," helping her out the grass as the two fell over, "I'm so sorry!" looking into his blue eyes as he gazed into her grey-colored ones, 

"Clumsy, ain'tcha," he joked.

"I can be unless I'm carryin a fine brew or beer." she looked at him, "You look like you know a thin or two about a good whiskey?" 

"You'd be fuckin right," pulling out a cigarette and taking a lighter from her purse, she lit it for him, 

"Related to the bride?"

"No, I'm 'er childhood friend Trudy Chapman," she smiled, 

"Arthur Shelby,"

"Got a plus one, Mr. Shelby?

"Came alone"

"Not anymore," she winked at him, linking her arm with his own, 

"Is that Trudy Chapman..."  Andre asked, walking down Eleanor, "Mhmm..." she smiled from the last time they had a wedding at the camp. She didn't remember the walk being this long. But Eleanor also didn't care, for this time she was walking to get to Tommy and to start a life with him, one that would be challenging and fulfillment of wonder, "You look pretty in the dress..." he said, trying to make small talk, "So when are you gonna marry Lorcan?" she teased, " Elle, that could never happen," he kept walking her down, "You know I waited for this day to happen, just didn't think you'd marry a Shelby." he laughed, 

"Andre..."

"Hear me out. Once I met Arthur, then saw how Claudette was happy and Virginia committed to something, I realized, you need someone to beat you at your own game, and that's Thomas," he sighed, 

"I may not trust him, but if you like him, then I'll be cordial towards him and his rat family of crime,"

"They're our family too,"

"No, your family," he laughed, 

Standing behind Tommy was his beautiful bride tapping him on the shoulder. He turned to face her. He'd never seen a woman so beautiful except for maybe the ones in the paintings. Andre then lifted up her veil as he gave her away with a kiss on the cheek. Taking his hand. Eleanor was growing deeper in love with him, 

"If it were up to me, you wouldn't be in that dress for long,"

" Tommy, God's watching." she smiled. 

Standing before them were Vadoma and Johnny Dogs. Who was holding a ribbon,

 Placing both of their palms out, Vadoma took a knife cutting each as she dipped a slice of bread in both of their blood, 

"You two will both eat the bread and become one." without hesitation, they both ate the bread, joyous laughter escaping their lips, 

"John, the ribbon, please?" Vadoma asked as he nodded, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Shelby," he smirked, 

"You two are now united by blood as one."Tommy kissed her, their foreheads resting against each other. Cheers and tears were heard through the crowd as Eleanor giggled, 

"We're married," 

"We're fucking married," he kissed her again

The Pearl

"You know I wouldn't think you'd want your reception at the club..."  Andre said, watching his sister drink, "We figured it was big enough for all of us. Tommy's getting rid of his house, and it's a beautiful place in any way," she shrugged, wearing a white gown fabric draping down her back.

 "Alright, who ordered the old fashion, an a bottle of Gin?" Trudy asked. Arthur came up to the bar taking the bottle from her, "Careful with that one. It's got a strong kick to it," he commented as she leaned closer towards him, "That makes two of us," the band playing slowly in the background, Arthur smirked, he hadn't had a woman who oozed sex appeal in awhile, yet also innocence, she was a nice mix of what he was missing in life, 

"You, me, the cellar?" 

"Are ya askin or commanding,"

"I'm fuckin tellin ya," 

"Yes, sir..." 

"I think we should head home," Claudette said, Serena on her shoulder, "What if we.. leave her with Ada and Virgina and have our own fun," Finn smirked, pulling her closer. Claudette could only laugh at her husband and his boy-like charm, "Finn..." she said, a bit flustered, "Yes, Mrs. Shelby," he kissed her lips as she kissed back," I guess we could start on that big family you want so bad," Claudette said as she then saw her sister-in-law, "So where are you two going to honeymoon to," Andre continued to ask, her eyes were on Tommy, something about him in the suit she had tailored for him with his glasses in his mouth was setting her ablaze. "Excuse me for a second," she ignored her brother. Tommy had been talking to a few guests, knowing that he only had a reception for the press and his so-called image,

 "Mr. Shelby, may I steal you for a while," she glanced over as she saw Diana and Mosley, the sight of them making her sick, "When I said to move up in the world, I didn't mean with the likes of -," 

"The renowned Jazz singer who has several charities?" she commented, looking them both up and down. Tommy looked down at the short frame of his wife as he held her near," Congratulations on your engagement. Now if you'll excuse us,"  Tommy began to walk away, the two scoffing at the newlywed couple, 

"The world will never accept you, Thomas,"

"They already don't," snapping her finger, Andre came running, signally for Lorcan to escort them out, 

"And where are you two going?"

"To get into some trouble," 

"I should have known," Bernadette smiled, kissing her son-in-law on the cheek, "Think you can keep shop while we're away for a bit? Tommy asked,

"This is my shop, sweetheart," smoking her cigarette as she looked at him, 

"Have you packed your bags?" 

"Yes, mother,"

"Fed the horses," 

"Yes, mother," 

"Said goodbye to everyone?"

"Yes, mother," 

"Have you had Vdoma check for rain?"

"Of course, " she lied, 

The Gray Camp

Sitting next to Thomas was Eleanor, the two venturing out to the great wilderness on his Caravan, no destination insight except for where fate was taking them. Resting her head on his shoulder, she took in his scent as she listened to the sounds around her, "Peaceful..." 

"Just us, no business," he kissed her forehead, "I'll teach ya how to hunt, and we'll live off what we can find an-" 

BOOM!

The strong sound of thunder shook the ground, and the two grabbed their guns, ready to shoot anyone coming for them. A drop of rain had hit Eleanor on the forehead, and suddenly she'd wished she had Vadoma check the weather. 

"It's not that ..." 

"Don't finish that sentence,"  the rain began to pour harder as she laughed, "It's not that bad. We'll set up camp here, under the stars, the moon is beautiful, and I get to be with you," she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Alone..." she then kissed his nose, "In the rain," kissing his ear, "With my husband," Tommy pulled her in for a deep kiss, her hands resting on his chest, his around her waist, "Tommy..." she moaned out, his lips on her neck, her skin heating up by his touch, "Yes darlin?" his blue eyes looking up at her, glints of moonlight caught in them, "Why don't we move this to bed?" she rasped feeling him nibble at her neck, picking her Tommy carried her over the threshold of his Caravan. The two laughed at the irony of the traditional significance. Tommy then put her down as she pinned him against the wall, "We're doing this again, love?" he smirked as she winked, "Figured why not. It's been our thing since we first met," she leaned in, licking his bottom lip as he groaned, Tommy knew that he'd still be in charge, but for tonight Tommy would let his wife take the reigns, pulling her hair Tommy couldn't resist attacking her neck in kisses and hickey's after hearing her gasp, Eleanor was driving him insane by the noises she made, but Tommy didn't want to pounce just yet, after all, it was their wedding night, and it was meant to be a special one, pulling away, he spun her around, Eleanor now with her back towards the wall, and her arms dropping over Tommy's back, 

"Why don't you strip for me, aye," 

"Why don't you do it for me..." Eleanor whispered, biting at his earlobe as he nearly folded by the action. As Eleanor continued, Tommy finally found the zipper on her dress, watching the fabric fall off her body. He still was in disbelief that the woman before him was his wife, "What's wrong?"

"Admiring art," he stared his irises blown as he'd just seen a painting come to life. Sitting on the bed, Eleanor unclasped her bra, her legs crossed, dropping the garment, "Why don't you give your wife a show," she beckoned him over. Tommy laughed as she smiled that beautiful smile he'd hoped wouldn't tarnish anytime soon, "You want a show, I'll give ya one," unbuttoning his waistcoat as it joined the pile of clothes on the floor, Eleanor had her bottom lip between her teeth with just how slow he was going, she knew he was teasing her, but she was dying in agony waiting for him to strip. 

" You're cute when you're concentratin," Eleanor giggled, helping him with his pants, 

"Then I must be always cute to you," he winked as she shook her head rolling her eyes, "You're a fucking flirt, you know," Eleanor laughed, taking him by the arm as he loomed overtop of her, 

"How'd you know I  love fucking," He winked as she laughed hard, "Tommy, shut up and fuck me," kissing the tears welling in her eyes as she was still stuck on his horribly funny joke. This is what he wanted his married life to be like, laughter and a connection between two souls searching for so much more than just love, 

"Needy are we,"

"Have been since we met," she whispered, tracing the shape of his war tattoo on his chest. Tommy kissed down the middle of her breast, his hand massaging her perked nipple as his mouth focused on the other, swirling his tongue around the budded skin. He could hear her breath hitch, almost as if she were afraid to let out a moan. Switching to the other, Eleanor couldn't help but snake her hands in his hair, eyes fluttering at the ever-so-long sensation, 

"You alright up there."

"Mhmm," she nodded, "Don't stop," 

"Wasn't going to," trailing his hand further down to the hem of her underwear, another gasp as she groaned at his teasingly slow movements. Sliding his fingers between her folds, he noticed her body twitch and how soaking wet she was just from the little he had already done. Sliding off the garment, Eleanor felt the cool spring breeze hit her sensitive bud. Pumping his fingers slowly into her, he couldn't help but watch how her back arched or the curses leaving her lips, "Tommy ... faster," she whined, her voice breathy, "I thought I was in charge here," he commented picking up the pace of his fingering as she growled, a high pitched moan following suit, Tommy then leaned in close lapping at her glistening, wet slick, biting at her bud, her legs wrapped around his face tugging at his dark locks, "Don't waste any o- FUCK that's it!" her body shaking harshly her climax approaching faster than she'd thought it to be, Tommy didn't want to come up for air, but he didn't want her to cum just yet either, taking his finger he collected her arousal on his finger licking it clean off, 

"I want to taste me on your lips..."  she breathed hard, catching her breath as she brought him closer. The taste was sweet on her tongue. It was euphoric, but now it was her turn to taste him. Pulling away from the kiss, Tommy groaned until he saw his bride in front of him on her knees, 

"You sure about this, sweetheart,"

"I want to taste you, all of you,"  her hands on his thighs, those eyes he admired becoming more jaded with lust, "Then don't waste a single fucking drop..." Writhing in pleasure as her mouth was at the base of his cock, it was no surprise that Thomas Shelby was girthy and endowed with a nice size. It showed how he carried himself, "Right there, fuck..." his eyes closed, grunts and groans for his beautiful lover. Tommy was getting close, and she could feel it from how he'd been twitching, trying a trick of the tongue on him. He came oozing out like melted ice cream, "Did I waste anything?" she asked, her mouth open, "Not a single drop," kissing her forehead and then her lips. This was definitely something he could get used to, maybe even wake up to her pretty lip wrapped around his "You're thinkin about somethin, aren't cha?" her accent getting thicker,

 "No, I..." 

"Tommy, let your heart do the thinkin, relax..." coming behind him as she kissed his neck, his muscles no longer tense. She could see the stress piling up in his eyes, pushing him down. Eleanor straddled him, her hands on his shoulders. From the look she was giving him, Tommy knew what she was about to do next. Sinking down on his cock he noticed how her nose crinkled up, adjusting to the sting of the stretching, "Breathe through your nose," rubbing circles on her back, "I can take the pain," closing her eyes as she was down to the hilt of him, 

"I wouldn't have married ya if you coul- Eleanor Fuck!" he moaned, feeling the slight movement of her hips,

 "That's what I Ah! thought..." swaying her hips forward, picking up her pace, her heading falling back, she could feel his hand holding her steady, the sound of skin on skin and heaving breathing could be heard as the rain from the outside only poured down harder, 

"Right there! Don't st-aph!" fingers pulling his hair,

"You feel so fucking amazing,"  Tommy whispered in her ear, lost in his moans. Eleanor was gripping him as if she didn't want to let him go. Pulsating and twitching, Tommy poured into her until he was nearly spent, 

Laying there panting, Tommy turned to kiss his wife, sloppy and a bit lazy, grabbing her closer to him, limbs pressing together, "That ... may have been the best sex I ever had," Rolling over to his side of the bed, Eleanor only laughed pulling him back into the kiss tracing patterns in his skin, "There's a difference between sex and love," she corrected him feeling his lips trail up and down her skin, the moonlight shining through the window illuminating her skin cuddling close her head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat, 

"Eleanor Vadoma Shelby, will you marry me..." 

"We're already married, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat," she giggled, hearing Tommy yawn. His eyelids were growing heavy, but he'd be damned if he was the first to fall asleep, 

" I think if we had a son, I'd want to name him Louis... or John after your brother." Tommy ran his fingers through her hair, the soothing rain relaxing him, "A son, aye?" he smiled, "Yes, a son, and he'd have your eyes. He'd be kind, a mean streak in him. I just know it," she laughed, Tommy liked the sound of that, 

"Darling, don't you think it's too soon. We did just-"

"It only takes one time, " cutting him off as he laughed, 

Christmas 1940-The Connolly Mansion

"Louis, why are you covered in mud," 

"John, have you got punch on your shirt already," 

"Where's Esmeralda..." 

"Charlie, have you seen Priscilla?"  Eleanor asked, "She's in the library," he said, watching Eleanor race up the steps, "Someone's in a hurry," Tommy said, his arms around his wife's waist, her red velvet dress pressed against his suit, stealing a kiss he bit her lip as she moaned, "We could sneak off you and me..." 

"That's how we got four children." she whispered, "Besides, it's Christmas, and we have guests an-"

CRASH!

"Serena did it!" was all Tommy and Eleanor heard, groaning, knowing whatever it was that was broken could be replaced, "Priscilla threw the ball! "

"Priscilla Bernadette Elizabeth Shelby!" Tommy calmly shouted, "Do we still have time to sneak off?" 

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Adobe Pueblo style home in Santa Fe, New Mexico was built in 1920, has 4bds, 5ba, & is listed for $4M.

Look at the rock waterfall in front of the house.

It has small hall going thru the house upon entering.

A living room with a nice adobe fireplace is to the left. Above is a scalloped ceiling with tree trunk beams.

Renovated kitchen has a very large storage island, hi-end chef's stove and a pantry.

Attractive dining room. The inset is an opportunity to display a stunning piece of furniture and/or art.

There is a wine closet on the main floor.

The main bd is cozy and has doors to a patio. A large built-in cabinet/bureau will have to convey with the property, b/c it's in the wall. Rustic beams grace the ceiling.

This is nice- look at the carved columns on the patio.

Large renovated marble shower room.

What a cozy family room. It has built-in shelving, a lovely traditional Pueblo fireplace and thos big tree trunk beams in the ceiling.

What a lovely secondary bedroom with a cute cone fireplace and window seat.

I like the adobe style wall in this bath. (But, have you ever seen gray adobe? I wish they would've stuck to something more traditional, than try to modernize it.)

The gardens are so pretty. Look at this foot bridge.

There's also a beautiful guest house in the back.

Isn't it a great little house?

There's more- above the garage is a guest suite.

It has a bed sitting room and a shower.

The home is on .62 acres of pretty gardens and trees.

#adobe hacienda #pueblo style home #houses #house tours #home tour

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It was Dee Brown of Little Rock, the author of Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee | Charles Portis

There were two vessels, the Ouachita and the City of Camden, and they ran on about a two-week cycle—New Orleans-Camden-New Orleans, with stops along the way. The round-trip fare, including a bed and all meals, was $50. Traditional steamboat decorum was imposed, with the men required to wear coats in the dining room. At night, after supper was cleared, the waiters doubled as musicians for a…

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CAMELOT takes pride in being one of the best family resorts in Munnar, offering activities to keep the little ones entertained. Trained staff ensures a safe and enjoyable environment for children, allowing parents to relax and unwind.

Nature Trails and Adventure Activities: Families can embark on guided nature trails, exploring the rich biodiversity of Munnar. Adventure enthusiasts can indulge in thrilling activities like rock climbing and trekking, providing an adrenaline boost against the backdrop of Munnar’s stunning vistas.

Multi-Cuisine Dining: The resort’s multi-cuisine restaurant serves a delectable array of dishes, blending local flavors with international cuisine. Families can savor the culinary delights of Kerala while enjoying the scenic views from the dining area.

CAMELOT stands as a testament to Munnar’s allure, offering a luxurious escape for families and individuals seeking the perfect mountain retreat. With its commitment to excellence, family-friendly facilities, and a deep connection with nature, CAMELOT has rightfully earned its place among the top luxury resorts in Munnar. Experience the magic of Munnar with CAMELOT, where every moment is a celebration of nature’s grandeur and luxury’s embrace.

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