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oncewhenalongtimeago · 10 months

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Always an Angel, Never the God Pt 2

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Runaway!Reader

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After a few months alone in the sky, you find yourself with an unlikely roommate.

Tags: Gender neutral/intended Female, Runaway Reader, Angst, Unrequited love, Requited love, Heartbreak, grief

You grind your teeth, eyes watering as a heavy booted foot pushes you down further into the wooden ship floor. The ship rocks angrily as does your dragon, struggling against the barbed netting.

“Who are you? A new vigilante?” The leading trapper, Erik son of Erik or something, asked, bending down above you. He had, coincidentally, been the one to shoot you down.

“Where is your… hideout?” He leaned down into your ear at your silence, speaking in a raspy whisper. You got the vague impression he was trying to be intimidating, though the end results were more in favor of making you blush.

You were thankful for the hard wood covering your face and, therefore, your embarrassment. Of your belongings, you were only able to manage a mask and had taken to running around ensconced in furs with nothing but a dagger to your name.

You’d recon you looked much like a wild animal, straddling your nadder bare of a saddle. You had not done too well on your own. It was hard. You had always been a team player if by team player you meant a leech on society. At least, you had been told so.

So of course you had, unwittingly, stumbled onto dragon trapping territory. Extreme sport dragon trapping territory. It didn’t help that you and your nadder hadn’t been on the same page, you two being unable to sync in the way you’d seen the other riders with their dragons, which left a bitter taste in your mouth.

He’d go left when you were trying for right, and when you finally decided to just go with it, he would change his mind and throw you for a complete loop. It was safe to say that even if you got out of this mess you never wanted to step foot on his back again.

You breathed a silent sigh of relief just as the trapper let out an annoyed one, stepping off of you in favor of yelling at his men for damaging their goods. Meaning, your nadder. Was he really yours, though? He did try and make a break for it without you.

While debating whether or not you should try at the ropes shackling your arms together, you grunt frustratedly, noticing a new tear in your garb.

After running away and getting captured, you had not expected to be kidnapped again by some insane-looking madman in a mask. Though you did look like two of a kind, so it was fitting.

Your nadder had its wings torn irreparably, so, unfortunately, you had to retire him early.

You found small comfort in that it hadn’t abandoned you on the ship that one final time, though the irony that it had led you here was not lost on you.

He visited sometimes. He took to life in the sanctuary very well.

You didn’t, a borderline prisoner before you’d been able to win over the trust of the resident feral gorgon. Sort of. She was a woman who let you see her face, more on accident than anything else. You hadn’t let her see you or hear yours. However you weren’t inclined to speak of her nicely, least of all in your head, after the number of weeks you spent trapped in a cave at her behest.

Finally, you’d been let out. Let out enough to walk more than just the short stretch of stone and greenish ice that made up your prison. The endless turquoise was beginning to make you sick.

Recently, you found a real friend in the sanctuary, and this dragon, it was truly yours. Affectionately named, fed and groomed, you two were almost inseparable. It was the kind of friendship with a dragon you’d completely missed out on on Berk.

It was hard to maintain given your captive status, but that was alright.

There probably wasn’t any social profit involved in being a vigilante, which is why you assumed the crazy dragon lady had taken to speaking at you in her spare time. About the dragons, what they ate, what she had to do. Pointedly she gave away nothing of their true secrets, not that you wanted them, nor anything of her vigilant-ing. Not verbally, though the influx of injuries both on her and the dragons spoke volumes.

She did give away her name.

You groan, rubbing your eyes under your mask as you cradle the thing to your face with the other.

“You’re quite attached to your mask,” Valka said amusedly, shifting the logs roasting in the fire with a stick, pushing them back and forth as you sat in silence. You hardly ever spoke a word, nowadays.

Her dragon, the stormcutter, stared at you with large eyes through the licking flames.

Neither of you mentioned that the only real reason you’d been able to keep your mask so long was that she’d been kind enough to let you. An allowance you’d been given on a whim. One you clung to with all the nervous energy of Fishlegs to his dragon cards.

“... I’d rather not be,” You grumble, voice raspy from disuse, “It’s stuffy.”

“Oh,” Valka looked at you, amused and maybe a little surprised to hear you speak at last, before going back to tend to her fires, “I was starting to think you couldn’t speak.”

“Funny.” You said, lifting a sharpened stick off the ground, spearing it through a slimy, gutted fish from the basket beside you. Your nose wrinkled as you heard the sharp point break skin. No amount of faux stoicism could make it seem pleasant to you.

“I have a few questions,” You grimace under your mask as she asserts herself. She can ask them all she wants, but there’s no guarantee you’ll answer.

You might, probably, as keeping secrets hasn’t always been your strong suit. She’s certainly been trying to open you up for a while. You’ve not given her any leeway before though, no reason to give her any now.

“How did you tame your dragon?” She asked, pushing a particularly thick dragon searching for morsels. Valka guides its head gently away with her spare hand before any of the other dragons crowding around them get any ideas.

You wait for a moment, still wondering whether you should follow along. Eventually, you decide to answer.

“Wasn’t me. Someone else back home did it,” You huff, “I just followed along.”

“...But not very well,” Valka hums. It’s obvious she doesn’t believe you. Unfortunately for her, that is not your problem.

She pulls a small trout off her own stick, tossing it to a crowd of young dragons, who you knew had acquired a taste for the cooked, through no fault of your own.

You should feel offended, but you know she’s right. You lean away from a wandering dragon snout as it searches you for morsels. The stormcutter, after a look from Valka, shoos it away with a large wing.

“Where are you from?”

You feel the embers from the fire as they rise, the furs of your coat becoming nearly unbearable, your skin heated up rapidly. You wrinkle your brow with annoyance as you feel a drop of sweat slide down the side of your face.

“Where are you from?” You retort pointedly.

She studies you cautiously, as if she could glean your intentions from your body language. And she very well could. Or the heat was getting to you, the wells you’d spent in solitude had finally done some real damage to your psyche, and you were hallucinating.

“Berk,” She says. You sit back, surprised, “And you?”

“...None of your business.” You wonder how long it had been since she had left. You pray she would not know you.

Valka raised her eyebrow.

“I’m serious.” You ground your heel into the dirt. It was a touchy subject, still.

“Berk, too. …Stop looking at me like that.”

Valka leaned back against the ice wall where you rested, looking out over the empty ocean as dragons flooded to and fro the sanctuary. You squinted far into the distance, as if you thought you might be able to see through it if you tried hard enough.

Your hair tugged wildly by the winds out from behind your mask as you sat, one leg extended and the other bent as you leaned back against one arm.

You probably looked as you felt, weary and unkempt after a long flight over the seas with your dragon, who clambered among the icy spike-lined wall with clawed hands. You felt refreshed yet somehow at odds with yourself still.

You cared little for your bedraggled demeanor the same way you hadn’t cared for much at all in a while. It might have made a cool picture had you not slipped and fallen onto your face on the ice just a few minutes prior. Whether you had broken your nose or not on your mask had yet to be uncovered. All that mattered was that Valka hadn’t seen.

Dragons crowed. Through the cracks in the walls of the sanctuary, the wind would whistle through if it hit the right angle. Louder than anything else were the sounds of the waves crashing against rock.

But between you and Valka, it was silent. A contemplative silence, the kind of silence you shared with others after a long thought or a hard day’s work. That’s how you knew she was going to break it.

“Why did you leave?”

You are annoyed at the prospect but are no less expectant. After the moment passes, you are not surprised. However, it feels as if you are the one who should be asking.

“Why did I leave?” You ask, “Does it matter?”

A loose chunk of ice falls off the side of the sanctuary as a large titan scrambles violently down the side, chasing after a bright yellow baby. You spot a shape through the fog, distant and blurry enough to resemble a bird though there are no birds here. You pointedly do not think of your small hut, even less of green eyes, and tiny, fading freckles.

Valka tilted her head in your direction, reaching a hand out to scratch Cloudjumper under his chin as he lowered himself towards her, “It mattered to you.”

You open your mouth, but you are only able to choke on your breath. No one has ever said something like that to you, not in a long while. You don’t understand why it’s hitting you so hard. Maybe it’s the isolation.

You blame the burning of your eyes on the biting wind.

“Why did you leave?” You ask in return, once you’ve taken time for yourself, though you have an idea. You can’t keep your voice from sounding a little bit scratchy.

You unhook your dagger from your belt, trying not to seem so attentive. Instead, you take to carving random shapes into the ice. A gronkle. A nadder.

“I was taken.” She sighs, quieter now. Lost off in memory as you both often are.

The nadder’s spikes are much too long. The gronkle looks more like a sandwich than a dragon.

“Taken?” You prompt and you begin on the outline of a fury. The result is shallow and scratchy.

It’s one of your own designs, not the same as the one Berk uses. Astrid liked the other one better, not yours, so that was the one Hiccup went with.

“I didn’t leave,” She insisted, almost as if she was trying to convince herself of the fact, “I had a son, and a husband.”

You’ve seen her by the fires, while trying to sneak out of this hellish ice maze. She talks to herself then. On particularly paranoid days, she’s slept by you, in the same caverns, so you’ve heard it. She talks in her sleep and says things she would never say awake, or had you been around. It’s all so very unsettling.

“Really?” You remarked with false astonishment. The facade is flimsy, but you figured you’d give her the benefit of the doubt. The grace to assume that you’d no idea what she was on about.

With prompting, you might have seen it earlier. In her slim form, the one she kept hidden under thick furs and thicker armor. You squint. They have the same eye color. The same hair. They both have higher cheekbones, though her son more resembles his father in that aspect. That is all.

Valka shoots you a reprimanding look. Cloudjumper, now creeping down the wall behind you, taps you on the back of your head with its tail at her behest.

Valka was of the air. Though he had the same flighty tendencies, he was very grounded, like his father, though he might either be proud or loath to admit it. He loved flying, yes, but he loved inventing and processing and routine just as much, if not more.

He did when you were close. Of course he did, he spent his whole life on it. You couldn’t really say you knew him anymore.

You didn’t pin Valka as the type to enjoy the same in any sort of manner. But that suited you just as well. You found that as time went by and as you were granted more freedoms, you appreciated it. It made it easier for you to forget. To ignore.

In the end they, you and she, she and you, were one and the same.

“But what does it matter, if you never went back?” You grumble, pushing your dragon’s head away as it nudges you towards the cliff, crooning for more flying time.

You guessed that was why she clung so viciously to the safety of her sanctuary. Why she hated other people so much, why she’d had no faith in the humanity of other people, why she’d held you here so strictly. If things could have been different, then what did she give it all up for?

Though you’d never had something else. Not even the option. You’d never been given it. Valka hadn’t been given it either, but there was a sure difference between something being there and not.

The atmosphere is silent again, tainted with some darker undertones. If you’d had to put a name to it, you might have called it grief.

“I want to leave.”

Valka doesn’t look surprised at your request. And indeed, it’s been no secret that you wanted to leave. Maybe she was glad for it, or maybe she was sad at the news.

After all, you settled into each other's presence long ago. You had a good sort of companionship.

And from that companionship, you learned a lot without even trying, just by watching. Eventually she took notice and she took an active part in teaching you the truths she learned during all her years in self-imposed isolation.

You two weren’t incredibly close but you could tell Valka was grateful for the company, grateful to have someone maybe even a little bit like her, even if most of it was spent in silence.

You still left the Drago fighting for her. It wasn’t your fight, it was hers, and you made that clear.

Neither of you brought up Berk. Ever.

You were content to just come and go as you pleased, for a while. Nonetheless, despite your freedom, you felt restricted to the small world of the Sanctuary and the empty skies around it. There was no place for you on the ground or by the seas, where hunters and trappers swarmed by the thousands and Drago’s armies grew by the day.

You spent so much time learning from her and yet it felt like no time at all. Which was why you were shocked when you’d truly learned how much had come and gone in full.

You were out slinking in the shadows, seeking shelter from a storm on the same small rocky outcropping of island that had a shipful of trappers stranded, in a rage and a panic as they attempted to recover their assets. The winds had been too rough to fly, so you had no choice but to wait and listen.

You didn’t believe it at first. It had been…

Months.

You wondered if he’d been married, yet.

Years.

The idea hurt, not as much as you’d thought it would, still not as little as you’d hoped.

Under clear skies, you found an inn, untouched by everything except grass and trees.

You asked, “What day is it?”

The large man, a burly viking scrubbing down a wooden cup with a torn old rag, had looked down at you skeptically from behind a beaten pine and stone counter.

Two years. It had been nearly two years since you left Berk. Just as Valka’s attachments kept her at the Sanctuary, you needed to go. To run.

Since you had heard it, spoken it, the urge to run, to fly hadn’t abated at all, going from a wispy thought at the back of your mind to a full blown need. Your dragon too had become antsy, maybe feeding off of your nervous energy. Eager to take off, to fly new skies.

“Are you sure?” Valka asked searchingly. You two were stationed over a heavily planted cliff over a large main pool which consisted of the main cavern within the Sanctuary, once again in front of a fire, eating your own meals as the dragons below ate and exchanged fish.

You were already packed, your mask secured as it had been for all two years you had been in this place stuck between confinement and dwelling. You almost regretted it, not telling her your name, but you couldn’t bear yourself to her knowing who she was, not truly. Not until you’d washed yourself of that particular weight.

“Yes,” One day you would, if you ever saw her again. Once you were released from the heartache and pain of your own making, “I am. Thank you.”

You started out into the pale foggy sky, mounted your beast as smooth as you’d ever done, which is to say, not smooth at all. You’d only ever managed it right when Valka was watching, anyhow. It was odd how that worked, maybe the peer pressure was finally starting to kick in.

As you took off and the sanctuary became smaller and smaller both to your eyes and your mind, as the tight bundle of chains in your chest dropped and the world opened up to you once more, you felt light, and free.

Once again, there was no one to watch you and no one to hurt for besides your and your dragon. Endless opportunity. Thousands of ways to keep going.

You wondered what your face looked like.

You couldn’t wait to see it again.

#hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #httyd imagine #httyd fanficiton

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blackswaneuroparedux · 1 year

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I am by far your superior, but my notorious modesty prevents me from saying so.

- Erik Satie

To his contemporaries and peers Erik Satie was something of an enigma. Just a few of his quirks included claiming he only ate white foods, carrying a hammer wherever he went, founding his own religion, eating 150 oysters in one sitting, and writing a piece with the instruction to repeat 840 times! As a composer, Satie paved the way for the avant-garde in music and became a very influential figure in the classical music of the 20th century whose works still sound fresh today.

Born into a poor and difficult childhood in the Normandy harbour town of Honfleur on 17 May 1866, Satie would always be an outsider. The Paris Conservatoire to which he was enrolled by his stepmother, herself a pianist, became for him “a sort of local penitentiary” during his teens; he left with no qualifications and a reputation for being lazy. He signed up for military service in 1886 and dropped out within the same year. Immersing himself in the bohemian life of Montmartre, he became linked with the popular music scene and eked out a living as an accompanist, playing at the Chat Noir cabaret. Always on the periphery, and forever out of money, he later downgraded from the cramped room in which he lived to the less fashionable Parisian suburb of Arcueil, where he holed up in isolation and squalor – no visitors set foot in the room during the near-30 years he lived there.

Much has been made of the eccentricities of this flâneur, who was always seen in a grey velvet suit, and yet underlying Satie’s music is his serious desire to create something new. You can hear it in his popular piano pieces: the haunting scales and rhythms of the Trois Gnossiennes written under the spell of Romanian folk music, and the meditative world of Gymnopédies, where, as in a cubist painting, motifs are “seen” from all sides. At a time when French composers were looking to escape the shadows of Wagner’s epic Romanticism, the French composer’s stripped-back mechanical sound, inspired by the humble barrel organ, offered a radically simple approach.

Satie preferred originality to the mundane. The composer of the famous Gymnopedies, could never be accused of having an uninteresting personality. For one, his outgoing fashion statements always caused a stir. During his Montmartre years, he had 12 identical velvet corduroy suits hanging in his wardrobe, which earned him the nickname ‘The Velvet Gentleman’, and in his socialist years, he donned a bowler hat and carried an umbrella.

Debussy helped to draw public attention to Satie, orchestrating two of his Gymnopédies, yet Satie had to wait until much later in life to attain celebrity status. While still earning a living writing salon dances and popular cabaret songs, and after suffering a creative crisis, he enrolled himself at the Schola Cantorum in Paris at the age of 39. Rather than finding him validation, his studies seem to have fuelled his hatred of convention - it’s with more than a hint of bitterness that he claims to put “everything I know about Boredom” into the Bach chorale of his masterful Sports et Divertissements piano pieces. But notoriety led to a succès de scandale and when it came it came with a bang in Parade, his surreal, one-act circus ballet for Diaghilev. Into the orchestral score, which featured jazz and cabaret tunes, were thrown typewriters, sirens and a pistol - just the kind of noises a wartime audience would normally pay not to hear. With its rigid cubist costumes by Picasso - which restricted Massine’s choreography - and a promotional push from Cocteau, it was provocative enough to secure Satie’s position at the vanguard of modernism.

Yet Satie was continually frustrated in his attempts to be accepted as an artist in high society France - his failure to establish himself at the prestigious Académie des Beaux-Arts, to which Debussy had won a scholarship, only compounded his resentment. Was this treatment by the cultural elite fair? Certainly his determination to antagonise his audience in his late ballets did little to endear him to the critics, but the fierce criticism he received in Paris was also a sign of things to come. Pierre Boulez would later poke fun at Satie’s lack of craft, while composer Jean Barraqué - another proponent of 12-tone music - would deride Satie as “an accomplished musical illiterate … who found that his friendship with Debussy was an unhoped-for opportunity to loiter in the corridors of history”.

Satie is perhaps, to this day, the most audacious and original composer when it comes to naming his works e.g. Gnossiennes and Gymnopédies. With Satie you will not see symphonies, concertos or opus numbers. Satie possessed a wicked sense of humour and his mockery, both of himself and others, became an inspiration for many of his irony-tinged works. His Sonatine bureaucratique is a spoof of Muzio Clementi’s Sonatina Op. 36 and contained many witticisms in the score. For example, he writes Vivache (vache being French for cow) instead of the original Italian tempo marking Vivace.

Whether in the collage-like miniature piano parodies he wrote during the World War I, his creation of a theatre format that has endured over the years, or in his collaboration with Jean Cocteau, Pablo Picasso y Sergei Diaghilev, there is a liveliness of imagination and a hunger for innovation that made Erik Satie In the torch bearer of the vanguard in his work. Satie would influence so many so strongly that years later some of his closest friends became radical artists, for example. ManRay, the sculptor Constantin Brâncusi, and Marcel Duchamp, or a much younger group of Paris-based composers like Les Six.

Satie, a known drinker of absinthe, and apparently every other alcohol available, died of cirrhosis at the age of 59 in Arcueil, France in July 1925. But his compositions, especially those deceptively simple-sounding solo piano works, find life today through recitals, concerts, and great movie scores. Although he died in poverty with little success to his name, today Erik Satie is acknowledged as a founder of 20th-century modernism, who changed the face of music.

Personally I do find Satie's music enriching, But I also find that his calculated wackiness is culturally apt. Pieces like ‘3 Pieces in the Shape of a Pear’, ‘Flabby Preludes for a Dog’ and ‘Desiccated Embryos’ rewardingly deflate Wagnerism's excesses in a characteristically French way.

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potol0ver · 1 year

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Love

Erik (phantom of the opera) x reader, VERY FLUFFY, like fuck I think my teeth have new cavities now.

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Finally shutting the oven you have everything you need for your surprise gift for Erik. A couple of small bowls of soup, and some nice cheesy bread to go along with it. Carefully picking up the soups in one arm and the bread in another, you start carefully moving down the catacombs, careful not to drop anything.

Soon you reach Erik’s abode, he’s writing something at his organ again. He’s too absorbed in his composing to notice you, so you find a place where you can set everything. Thankfully there is extra room behind his diorama of the stage so you set up everything there, careful not to make a sound.

Once everything was where it needed to be, you turn around and stand at the bottom of the small flight of stairs leading to his organ. “Erik my love, do you have a moment?” Erik’s eyes went wide as he looked up at you.

“Oh sorry mon amour I didn’t see you,” he said clearing his throat and quickly started tidying up his music sheets. “And yes I do, I was too frustrated at a run in the music I got absorbed.”

Smiling at his passion for music, he looked a little flustered to see you smiling at him. “Well I have a surprise for you, come.” Holding out a hand for him, you nodded to the table with the still-warm soup and bread.

As he took your hand he was at a loss for words, when did you do this? How did you do this? Why didn’t you ask for help with it?

“I wanted to make you something, so I thought I’d make you some food.” You said as you pulled a chair for you and Erik over. All while he just stands there stunned. As he sat down you started telling him what soups were which, and plated him some cheesy bread.

Dipping the bread in a soup and eating it, Erik copied your actions and you could see his eyes light up. A small child like grin started to form on his face as he took another bite. You two sat in comfortable silence as you two ate all the food. Every once and awhile one of you would sneak a glance at the other enjoying the moment.

Once you were done you started cleaning up, mainly just piling everything up to bring back once you’re done hanging out with your lover. “Ja t’aime” Erik’s voice was barely louder than whisper as he sat across from you almost looking like a scared child. His arms slack in front of him, and his eyes wide and he looks at you with adoration, all with a small sense of overwhelm.

“Ja t’aime Erik” you say as you make your way over to him to give him a forehead kiss. His hands find your arm and while they didn’t hurt his grip wasn’t going anywhere. Taking your free arm you wrap it around him and gently rub his back as he places his forehead on your chest. Slowly your hand made it’s way up to the base of his hair line, causing him to melt into you.

“Erik,” your sweet voice made him look up at you, “let’s go to the bed so we can embrace each other properly, ok?” You didn’t have to finish your sentence as he hooked his arms under your butt and carried you to the bed, where he very gently layers you down and climbed on top of you. Giggling you start playing with his scalp and hair, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your chest felt amazing. Once again you could feel him melt into your touch and you gently sigh with a smile knowing you’ll be stuck under Erik for a while.

#erik poto #erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik the phantom #erik x reader #phantom of the opera x reader #phantom of the opera

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wandamyconfort · 1 year

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if I were you.. | CH.2

wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

summary: y/n is best friends with vision, who ironically, is the boyfriend of his worst enemy, wanda maximoff. until one night, when the clock struck midnight, they are both struck by something mysterious that completely changes the fate of their best friends, including a certain redhead… be careful what you wish for.

CH.1

sorry for any translation errors, english is not my first language

You woke up at 6:00 a.m. sharp as usual. I did this every day even on weekends so as not to lose the habit. Soon went to the bathroom to do his facial skin cleanse followed by 30 minutes of elliptical bike. a relaxing shower to soon after get dressed. a black blouse, jeans and white sneakers. you went downstairs quickly and ate breakfast.

Punctually at 8:00 a.m. you was at school, ready for another day that was already promptly scheduled; First class in history, Biology, Physics II and Mathematics. Then about 10 minutes to clear yourself of the likely scratch cards that were yet to come from Wanda, Valkyrie, Sam or Bucky. Then would perform his solo at the club leaving everyone else dumbfounded and dying of envy of his talent. Not to forget, of course, Mrs. Miller who would try to ruin his life. And later after school would go home to Vision to help him with his subjects which he was still struggling.

Vision left his girlfriend's house before the sun came up. Wanda's parents liked her boyfriend, but didn't find it at all pleasant for the boy to enjoy the moment. Since they had to spend the night out for work reasons.

Natalya and Erik worked together because they were two successful entrepreneurs. They had to always be traveling to conferences, meetings, outreaches, and partnerships with other companies. The trips were sometimes to cities closer but also distant, requiring them to stay up to four days away. That was one thing Wanda and vision had in common: the absence of her parents.

But Mrs. Agnes was the one who rescued the girl's parents. A very nice lady who bordered on 70 years old, gray hair and expressive blue eyes.

Wanda had her as a grandmother, or rather a second mother.

The lady who lived alone, despite having a granddaughter who lived in New York with her father, had been caring for Wanda since the frauds. She had a huge affection for the girl that only tended to increase.

Her house was close by, next to her own. To be sure. In her room, the girl was near the window that facilitated communication between them without having to go to the other's house.

- Banana and... Bacon? - asked moving closer to his bedroom window.

The woman nodded with her infectious smile as she stirred the pot.

- Are you coming for coffee or need a formal invitation? - Agnes asked, raising her gaze.

Wanda didn't think twice about running to her grandmother's house. she would never turn down bananas and a good bacon.

(...)

- Your clothes... I don't know what classification to put them in. - She said, as she analyzed you from head to toe.You just rolled your eyes.

- Y/N, l mean it... I've offered you a redesign but I don't know why it costs to refuse... Look at me. - Took a turn for you to analyze the look. - I'm from Celine today. - she said with a proud smile referring to the brand of your clothing as you looked at it as if it had three heads.

- Get out of the way, freak. - Insulted Bucky followed by a scratch card by one of his friends.

-Thug! - she let go as he took a deep breath covered by the newly scratched card.

- I think your Celine outfit is a lot better now. - You can't help it, trying your best to hold back the laughter.

Natasha ignored it.

"My eyes are burning," she paused for a moment and went back to talking still static. - My clothes will stain and my hair that took me hours to tidy up... And now see how it is! - She let out a scream tapping her foot angrily.

-Comes... Let's go to the bathroom. I help you.

(...)

It was exactly 7:30 p.m. when you arrived at the vision house. The boy opened the door and made a funny grimace.

- Punctual, huh? - Smiled letting you walk past him.

- As always. - she added and smiled when saw his mother in sight there.

- Good evening, Mrs. Stark.

- Hey, good night, Y/n! - Smiled friendly at the girl. - I already told you it's just pepper. Without that Mrs.

you blushed in agreement.

"Son, I'm going to have to be on call again today. It was an unforeseen event, Patricia asked me to replace her and I could not deny it... But I've already prepared dinner. - Argued for vision while fiddling with something inside the bag.

The boy sighed shaking his head in agreement.

- Feel at home, honey. - she said goodbye to the two of them by placing a kiss on each other's foreheads. Already near the door she looks at the vision and smiles.

- Mom Loves You.

Vision just gave a half smile listening to the door of the house closing.

- You should tell her. - You filled the silence that had become.

- Say what?

- Vision... Don't make a fool of yourself. To say that you miss her, her company. Saying you wanted her to spend more time with you. Who loves her!

- I don't know what you're talking about. - He tried to disguise himself while looking at the ground.

-Let's go... Stop. I know you very well. - Got close to him stroking the boy's arm.

"I'm your soul sister, remember?" I know you like the back of my hand.

"So let's go, my soul sister, take my math questions because I'm completely lost. Since the teacher arrives saying "Good morning, class!" I get lost. - he tried to change the subject by making her friend laugh.

He led you into the living room where there were several books on the table.

"And there we go," - you whispered.

(...)

The night quickly followed. You tried to help him with all the doubts without realizing that the hours were passing. He looked at the time on his cell phone and almost had a heart attack when he realized it was 11:27 p.m.

- My parents must already be worried, I have to go.

- Yes, of course. I accompany you. - He said already getting up and screwing up his whole body making a grimace appear on his face when he heard several streaks that to you, were agonizing.

- No need. I'm walking and it's not even that far, just a few blocks...

- I'm not crazy about letting you go alone, especially at this time. Not even thinking. - Grabbed his coat that was on the couch and put it on.

"Okay," rolled his eyes. - I'd really be scared to death of going it alone.

-I know. I know you like the back of my hand. - Smiled repeating the same phrase she had used hours ago.

(...)

It was cold and You ran his hands over his arms to try and warm himself in vain. When he realized it, he instantly took off his coat and gave it to you, who smiled thankfully. You both traced the path by talking about trivial things without being able to avoid spontaneous laughter until you stood on your feet staring at something. The boy frowned looking at you and followed gaze. There was a fountain with a large gray statue in the center, very beautiful. you who adorned that huge almost empty square. had never noticed that source there, so you assumed it had been placed recently. Without holding back, they came closer, exploring her.

They just watched her for a while until her voice broke the silence.

- Vision... Why are you with wanda? I swear I don't understand. - It's been a while since you've wanted to ask that.

-Why not? I like it, simple. - Said friendly.

- I honestly don't understand how anyone can like wanda maximoff. She's so... urg. - He shook his head in disgust.

- You say that because you don't really know her. -Retorted. You snorted looking at him.

- I also don't understand how I can be friends with Sam and Bucky's idiots. They're disgusting!

- I'm not friends with them! We're just teammates on the same football team and that's it. You don't see me talking to them, do you? - He shrugged. - And it wouldn't go down well either, since they threw scratch cards in my face when I was a rookie.

- You said it. - Retorted sarcastically

- I don't know what you're complaining about so much, Y/n. Your life is perfect! - you laughed incredulously hearing that.

- No kidding, right, Stark.

- i'm serious. You are decisive, you don't care what others think of you. You know where you came from, where you're going, you have two parents who love you and who will always be by your side. you has an amazing voice for just a seventeen-year-old girl. you has a bright future as a singer, always knew what you wanted and fights to achieve it tooth and nail... And me. He looked at himself letting out a nosey laugh. - I'm a guy who has no idea what he's going to do after high school, I don't know where I'm going... What good is this 'popularity' now, if in a few years it will be worth nothing?

- What are you talking about? - She asked incredulously. - My life sucks! Everyone sees me as a loser and deep down I really feel that way. I'm not as determined as you think, I try to show myself like this to camouflage my insecurities and not feel like garbage like everyone makes me feel. You are the Quarterback of the team, handsome, popular, all the girls die of love for you. Date the most beautiful and popular girl there, everyone loves you there and... - You rambled and Vision rolled his eyes.

- that's enough!. - He snorted, interrupting his speech. - Don't fuck, Y/n...

- Your life that's perfect here! - You finished by tapping your foot.

- It's yours. -Insisted.

They began a discussion about the perfect life monologue between them. you turned your back on him crossing your arms with a frown ending the argument, Vision did the same. Their breaths were flawed from the debate. They stayed like that for a few seconds, not knowing each other's next move, they both turned forward screaming together:

- I wish I had your life! - They shouted in coincidence, actually ending the discussion.

The pole light flashed instantly and shattered startling you who took a step back. All the lights in the square began to flicker as they broke soon after, leaving the two of them staring at each other in the total darkness of the night.

(...)

you woke up early, at the usual time, slowly opening your eyes, still sleepy you headed for the bathroom when you stopped on your way looking at the bedroom.

What the hell am I doing in the vision's house? -you thought out loud looking around recognizing he friend's room.

- I remember going home and... - Murmured thoughtfully to herself. - Oh, shit! My parents are going to kill me... Sleeping here unannounced, they'll have the marine guard after me by now! - You raised your voice.

- You frowned. - Damn, I've gone hoarse. - This time you whispered, and choked, noticing that your voice was thick.

You didn't think twice and left the room, stunned and sleepy. You went down the stairs looking for the exit, you had to leave urgently and you would get out of there without waking anyone.

It was then that her reflection caught her attention in the mirror that adorned the wall in the large room. you frowned more and took a few steps back. The first thing she did was to widen her eyes, petrified, and cautiously observe if what her eyes stubbornly showed her was just a dream.

Slowly you moved hands up to his face, feeling it, now was sure that this was not a dream? It was a nightmare! You opened your mouth in horror and began to scream sterilely. Your eyes were still on the mirror that showed you the reflection of your friend Vision.

You screamed, screaming louder and louder.

- Son, what happened? Are you okay? - Questioned Pepper, newly awakened by the screaming, walking down the stairs in her pajamas, almost tripping over her own feet, totally frightened.you still had your eyes wide open. you didn't answer, just stared at your reflection in the mirror.- Son? Why are you screaming?

- she approached me, evidently concerned, touching the shoulder that was supposed to be your son. There were no answers to your questions.

- This can't be happening? - you hissed almost inaudibly. Hearing that thick voice, which was not her own, made her even more terrified. - If I'm here then vision is... - you whispered thoughtfully, and without finishing reasoning, walked quickly to the door with quick steps. you just didn't expect to fall. you wasn't used to those long legs.

you stood up again, grabbing the first pair of pants saw on the way. pepper stared at the scene in confusion.

- Where do you think you're going at this hour? - The woman asked as she saw him open the door.

- Don't worry, Mrs. Pepper, everything is fine! - you replied at last unconvincingly, his voice shaking terribly. you tried to calm himself by walking out the door, leaving the stunned and even more confused woman in the middle of the room.

- Mrs. Pepper? - she murmured confused.

(...)

every evening after dinner, scott and hope would sit in the living room in front of the fireplace and talk about banal things, accompanied by a good wine, which always made them go to bed later, which resulted in: they always woke up later the next morning.

you always reproached them for this. always saying that we should all get at least eight hours of sleep. But today you were grateful for that. You entered the house very easily with the extra keys that your parents left hidden in one of the flower pots in the garden.

she closed the door, trying not to make a sound. Her parents were completely unconscious on the living room floor. She walked cautiously up the stairs on her new long legs. If they woke up, she would be dead because she had been caught in the act. After all, what was the boy doing there at that time? She arrived in front of her door and began to knock, trying to make as little noise as possible.

- vision, open this door. - She whispered and knocked again.

You cursed yourself for always sleeping with the bedroom door locked, since you liked privacy, but at this moment you really wanted to break the damn door down and you were sure you could.

- Vision… Damn it, vision, wake up! - You increased the frequency of your knocking, realizing that you wouldn't wake the other one up.

The boy frowned, his eyes still closed.

- Y/n? - he asked lazily, still getting out of bed.

- Open the damn door! - Despair was already taking over his body when he heard a pair of footsteps downstairs.

- What are you doing here? - He didn't finish his sentence after opening his eyes and observing the place.

- Hey… What am I doing in your room?

- Vision, will you please open this fucking door?! - I was getting more and more nervous, impatient, scared, and afraid of what was going to happen behind that door.

- Hey, calm down, I'll be right there… - He speech died after opening the wooden door, now the two were face to face looking at each other in terror.

- You… but I… what?

Vision couldn't formulate a sentence so he limited himself to screaming. you entered, locking the door behind you and covering the boy's mouth to stop the screaming.

- Damn it, don't scream. You'll get my parents' attention! - you whispered.

- Will you be quiet? - vision shook his head frantically.

- W-what happened? - He managed to speak in a stutter, his eyes opening wider and wider as if it were still possible.

- I don't know. I have no idea, when I woke up I was like this. - She spoke quickly, apprehensive, looking at her body.

- If you are me and I am you, then… - He looked stunned at his new body and his eyes widened. - damn y/n… I HAVE BREASTS! - The boy shouted hysterically, running his hands over his body.

You, who hadn't stopped to notice this derealization, turned red, and became hysterical again.

- Oh, holy shit, I have too much volume between my legs.

Unlike Vision, you didn't dare to put your hand on the new body, you just looked down and even though you were wearing sweatpants you could feel it.

- Y/n, honey, is everything okay? - Scott's voice made itself present, knocking on the door, and you widened your eyes.

- Answer! - you whispered to vision remembering that you couldn't do it with that man's voice.

- Yes... Everything's fine baby! - The boy murmured in a shaky voice, trying to sound natural with that feminine voice. He scratched the back of his neck nervously at the girl's gaze on him.

- Everything's fine baby? - mumbled Scott, confused by his daughter's slang, but shrugged. - Come down, coffee is ready. - He said as he walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

slapped Vision on the head, who was now smaller than you.- Everything's fine, baby? Everything's fine, baby?

- I didn't mean it. I was nervous!- It's okay... - He sighed, running his hand through his hair and soon missed his long hair.

- Y/n, what are we going to do? I can't go home like this... - He spoke angrily on the edge of the bed.

- Calm down ... First let's think about what could have caused this. - Reasoned a little trying to keep calm walking from side to side with his hands in his hair.- Maybe it was something we ate...

- Don't be an idiot. No food, no matter how bad it was, couldn't have done such damage.

- Sorry, I'm nervous... - He stood up, tapping his foot on the floor at every moment without taking his eyes off the body he now occupied.

- Or maybe... - You looked at him who now occupied your body.

- Last night... When we came from your house... - You said thoughtfully pausing the words and Vision seemed to understand.

- In the square... - He followed your reasoning.

- The fountain...

- We wished...

- To have each other's lives! - They concluded together.

- No, no, not this! This can't be happening… I didn't mean it, and how is that possible? I was happy with my life, I want my body back! - The young man spoke in agony pacing back and forth in the middle of the room.

- I didn't mean it either, I was just trying to be nice. And this is all your fault, if you hadn't started with the 'Your life is perfect, y/n, blah blah blah' talk, none of this would have happened.

- My fault? It's your fault that you came up with all that monologue about the perfect life and 'Your life is perfect here, Vision'. - he imitated in annoying little Y/N voice, a perfect imitation, by the way, since the voice was her own.

You looked at him with a frown and went on. A small fight started between the two of you, who were now rolling on the floor of the room.

- Give me my body back! Give it back! - Vision shouted, his small body on top of the other as he squeezed what had been his face the night before as if he wanted to get her off him.

- No! You give me back my body! - you shouted, now taking control of the fight and standing over the other, pulling the brown hair that used to be his.

- Ouch, ouch, enough! - he pushed her. - This way we won't get anywhere! - Vision put an end to the fight.

- You're right... Instead of fighting let's try to find solutions to solve this. - she stood up and helped the other soon after. - And I think I already know where we start...

The two went out the back door without being seen by Scott who was watching TV. Hope was still asleep, now lying on the sofa. You, who now occupied the boy's body, were dressed in a blue tank top that made the blonde's statuesque body clearly visible. A pair of black sweatpants and sandals. Vision who occupied your body was wearing his pink pajamas and put only a jacket on top, they drove to the square where everything started.

When they arrived at the place they were surprised, for there was no fountain anywhere. But there was a huge hole where it used to be, with pipes in sight and some bricklayers assessing the place.

- What happened here? - Vision asked, approaching one of the bricklayers involved in the work.

The same one stopped his work looking at the two young people, immediately looked at Vision drying him, seeing that the unknown girl was wearing a baggy pink shorts leaving her legs showing. You, who was behind Vision, noticed this and made a face of disgust, clearing his throat.

- Ah, there was a problem with the plumbing, some pipes burst, that is, a disaster! We'll have to replace everything.

- And the fountain... where is it? - You in the friend's body asked, checking all around without any trace of it.

- It had to be removed while we fixed everything.

- But you don't know where they took it?

- Um... No. But if you go to the city hall, I think someone can tell you. - The youngsters didn't waste any time. The town hall was right in front of the square.

- Can you give us some information? - The person who occupied the Y/N body turned to the old receptionist, with a face that said 'I hate my job'.

- It's about the fountain that used to be in the square. We want to know where it is. - You who occupied the boy's body asked, already impatient.

- I don't know. - answered automatically while you were messing with the computer.

- What do you mean you don't know? For God's sake, it's a fountain with a huge statue right in the center.

- Calm down. - interrupted the boy next to her. - You'll have to excuse her... I mean, he! - He corrected himself when he noticed the confused look on the woman's face, who was now looking at them with an arched eyebrow. - It's just that that fountain was of great sentimental value to us... So if you would be so kind, could you help us, please?

- she rolled his eyes at the girl's plea. - not in town, I don't know exactly where are. There's no information here. - she said while his dark eyes checked the computer screen. - But it says here that he will be back. Well, let me see…

Your eyes scanned the screen and you started tapping your foot on the floor impatient with the delay.

- Ah... Here it is. In a month it will be back.

- ONE MONTH? - You shouted and some people who worked there looked at him. Vision, occupying her friend's body, elbowed her in the rib.

- Okay. Thanks! - Vision resigned himself. he knew she had nothing else to do but wait. He pulled his friend's strong arm and left the place to spare themselves from further humiliation from the stares and whispers of several people who were in the place stared at them for not being dressed appropriately. Especially you, who was now him and tentatively wearing pink pajamas.

- What are we going to do now? - You groaned, putting your hands through your hair. You were visibly worried as you stared at the road in the passenger seat and at the driver's seat occupied by the body that now didn't belong to you.

- I don't know. - You looked at her and saw your own worried brown eyes. - I guess we'll have to wait... I still don't understand how that fountain could have caused us this. I mean, what kind of fountain was it? Fountain of desires? - he exclaimed sarcastically, making quotation marks with your fingers without looking away from the road.

- I don't understand it either. But now that you told me that, I remembered something… - you was trying to remember. - Just below the central statue of the fountain there was a small metal plate with some words… Do you remember?

- I think so… - he wrinkled his forehead, thoughtful. - Yes, there was but it wasn't in English so it didn't hold my attention much. It seemed to be in Italian, or Russian or German… I don't know. - He was also trying to remember.

A brief silence flooded the car and Vision decided to go home, and as the clock was eight o'clock he assumed that his mother would already be in the hospital.

- Wait... Fare Attenzione a ciò che si desidera! - you tried to pronounce the words that were now invading his mind.

- What? Speak our language, Y/n! - That was the phrase. - And what does it mean? - he asked confused.

- I have no idea? but we can find out. - You answered, getting out of the car and following the boy who had already opened the front door. They confirmed that the boy's mother had already left for work with the typical notes that they used to leave her, this time on the coffee table in the living room.

"Son, I won't be on call today, Patricia is already better and will be taking over my shift as a thank you, I was worried about how you were this morning. You looked dazed. I'll be early, don't be late for school.... Mommy loves you."

Vision was reading that note as You already took hold of the small laptop, which was sitting on top of the couch. To search for those unknown words that now could not get out of your head.

- Be careful what you wish for... - You whispered, seeing the meaning of that phrase, still keeping your eyes fixed on the computer screen in your lap.

- So... That's it. I guess we'll just have to live each other's lives. - murmured the boy, coming closer.

- Are you crazy? - you asked incredulously. - We have no other way, you heard that lady. The damned fountain won't be back for another month, what are we supposed to do between now and then?

- Let's tell someone what happened. - Maybe someone can help us. - You said.

- Do you think that's a good idea?

- It costs nothing to try. - you frowned and remembered something, looked at the clock on one of the walls. - Damn, Vision, it's going to be almost nine o'clock, we're already late! - you whined, crying. Yes, you were crying, but not because you were going to be late, that was just a pretext. You were crying because you were terrified of everything that was happening.

- Stay calm. It's okay if we're a little late, everything will be fine. I'm here, we're in this together.

He knew you better than anyone else and knew you were afraid so he wrapped you in a tender embrace which resulted in you both feeling strange, embracing yourself was indescribable

- Besides, I'm horrible at crying, so stop. - He said in a humorous tone, separating from the hug and looking at the face that until yesterday belonged to him.

You couldn't help but draw a small smile at the comment.

- Have I ever said I have a nice smile? - Vision asked smugly, causing you to slap him. The boy looked at you with a pained expression, it had hurt.

you chose not to take a shower, you really weren't ready for that yet. You couldn't imagine cleaning a body that wasn't yours, even though you knew it would happen at some point. You still needed to assimilate all this, so you just changed clothes trying to keep your eyes closed with the help of Vision who showed you what to wear: a pair of beige jeans, a white tank top, and a green plaid shirt over it, and sports shoes.

- Y/n, I don't even think I'll need to go to your place to change. - You had slept a few days ago at your friend's house because of a double work and decided to stay there. you should have forgotten that sweater and a pair of jeans that had already been washed.

- Great. Then get dressed and let's go.

- I think I should take a shower first. - he said expectantly with a humorous sideways smile.

- Don't you dare! - You gave him a murderous look.

- Okay. The one who spoke is no longer here. - He laughed lightheartedly and started to change his clothes.

(...)

In less than ten minutes by car they arrived at the school. In the end neither of them had been late, because the first class was geography for both of them and it had been vacant. Then they walked, as if everyone in the hall knew it, towards the lockers to get the books for the next class.

- Are you ready? - sighed the boy with all his belongings in hand.

- I think so.... I mean, no! - She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them, she was nervous.

- And you?

The image of Valkyrie and Sam appeared in the hallway with the usual scratch card in their hands. The tall girl smiled with amusement as she saw Loki picking up his books from the floor, freshly knocked over by a basketball player. As the boy stood up with everything in hand, the girl knocked the scratch card right into his face, who now dropped all the books again to wipe his eyes.

- You immediately closed your eyes tightly as you saw Sam come close. But the cold scratch never came.

- Damn... I had forgotten how it burns. Poor Loki. - muttered the boy, his eyes closed with anger.

At the same moment you opened yours and found your friend's face all soaked and squeezing his eyes, at that moment you mentally thanked for not being in your body.

- You'll have to get used to this. - You helped him clean himself up.

- This is supposed to be the moment when you are supposed to help me look on the bright side of things. - He opened a small smile still scratching his eyes. Vision quickly remembered something and opened his still red eyes and looked startled at you.

- What now?

- Damn, what are we going to do with Wanda? - You widened your eyes.

- Oh... Oh, shit! - You cursed.

- Vision, why didn't you call me yesterday?You said you would call me but I didn't get any call from you. Why didn't you call me? - questioned the redhead who had approached the two of them.

- I'm sorry... - She interrupted herself realizing the situation she was in. The girl who had her hands on her waist dropped them when she heard the other's voice. She turned her eyes away from Vision and looked at the girl, seeing how soaked she was, she tried to hold back her laughter.

- Your house ran out of water and the only way was to take a shower with a scratch pad?

- You hunchbacked ass...

You couldn't continue with the insult as Vision glared at you with his big brown eyes followed by an elbow in the arm subtly so that Wanda wouldn't notice.

wanda was surprised that Y/n didn't retort to her insults. But she paid no attention to it and turned her gaze back to the boy. He looked as if he was having an epileptic fit because he was so restless in his seat. Tension took over. Vision didn't know how to act in front of his girlfriend and you just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

- Wanda I-I'm going to class now... - You tried to be as natural as possible in front of the other's attentive gaze on you. - Talk to you later, okay? - You improvised, slowly walking away taking Vision with you.

- Vision. - called him in a velvety voice making both of them stop their way. - Aren't you going to give me even a kiss?

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BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Erik Callaghan. AGE: 52. PLACE OF BIRTH: Launceston, Massachusetts, United States. AFFILIATION: Neutral. (Mancini Family, loosely) OCCUPATION: Former mayor. FACE CLAIM: Gabriel Macht. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.

(Warning: Brief mention of a pregnant character's death.)

“I promise we’ll talk later.”

It was the last thing she’d ever said to him.

And where he desperately tried to cling to the memory of the gentle smile he adored, more often than not, it was the pain in her eyes that night that crept into his thoughts.

Pain that he had caused.

Erik had made so many mistakes in his life it was hard to figure out where to start. But never her. Norah had never been a mistake, even if the rest of the city seemed to decide her one on his behalf.

It’d been such a mighty fall from grace one wouldn’t have been hasty to assume his redemption impossible. Erik had come from a wealthy, much-loved Anderson Island family whose reputation somehow traversed the usual line between the upper classes and everybody else. He’d always been well-spoken, well-read, and an absolute credit to his lineage. As was expected of him, he’d attended Ivy League schools—first Yale, then Belmonte—and had been on track to become everything the city expected of somebody like him. Upon his return to Launceston, he had a new wife in tow, and a healthy ambition to change the city he adored for the better.

Things were never that easy though, were they?

Particularly not when the criminal empires that plagued Launceston were growing more powerful by the day. And changing the city for the better was not something they appreciated.

It’d always been his goal to make his way into the world of politics. All the connections he needed were already there, his last name gave him a boost that most others could only dream of, his wife was a supporting rock for his campaigns, and he was just young and hopeful enough to believe he could do some good in the world. When he eventually ended up becoming mayor a little less than two decades later, it was all he could’ve dreamed of. The public adored him. His family was so proud of him. The changes he was making really were with the best interests of the city at heart.

And that was precisely where it all came crashing down.

First, the threats were only directed toward him, and not to be deterred, he upped his security and carried on life as normal. But when the safety of his wife came into question—his two daughters, not long after—things started to become more complicated. The Russians, the Italians, the French…they all wanted him out of office, and directly into a hole in the ground. Erik had lived in Launceston long enough to know that their threats were not to be assumed empty.

Livia was so scared for the safety of her family, seeing her in pain tore at him. She pleaded with him to stop, to step down, to think about what this was doing to them. The woman barely ate, barely slept, barely left home... Ellie and Laura needed a security detail just to go to school, and even if they were too young to understand what was going on, they were astute enough to know something was wrong. Especially with their mother. Erik and Livia fought constantly because he was too stubborn to back down out of fear—he couldn’t when he was finally hitting the gangsters where it hurt—and it was utterly destroying their marriage. Some nights he didn’t even go home at all, because he couldn’t find the mental capacity to deal with everything that was going on, the stresses of work, only to be greeted by a woman who couldn’t even stand the sight of him anymore.

And that was when the affair began.

Erik wasn’t the first man to excuse his straying on marital troubles, and he wouldn’t be the last, but Norah Pierce would end up being much more than a convenient escape from his wife.

It’d started out as late nights in the office, her offering him legal counsel, as was her job, over dinner. Livia had no reason to be suspicious at first, because he’d already been sleeping there when things got really bad between them. Quickly, their relationship grew into something much more serious, though. Erik had never intended it to be anything more than a casual way to blow off some steam, but God, he loved her more than he ever thought possible. Was completely and utterly in love with her. It was stupid, and it was unprofessional, but he couldn’t help himself. She was everything he didn’t deserve, but everything he needed. For the sake of both of their careers, they were as careful as possible. One night they’d gotten brazen and headed back to her place, though, and little did he know, that one heat of the moment decision would ruin everything.

The St. Clairs were having him watched. Barely a day later, Erik had the photos on his desk.

In spite of his massive popularity during his first term, for the sake of his sanity, he didn’t intend to run for office again. But now Nicolas had leverage. Erik would run again, and he would appoint Faye St. Clair as his deputy, or the photos would hit the press and he would lose everything. His family, his career, his dignity…and Norah a reputation she’d worked so hard to build from the ground up.

Of course, he was re-elected in a landslide. Launceston loved him, and he had been so productive the first time around, they wouldn’t have wanted anybody else at the helm during one of the city’s most turbulent periods. But things would be different this time around, and his popularity would quickly plummet once he started to walk back on his anti-organised crime stances due to St. Clair’s pressure. Livia hated him more than ever—berated him for putting his family through hell only to undo it all—and filed for divorce within the year. Norah, who he had at least confided in about the truth, was scared for not only her own safety, but the safety of the man she loved. His life was in fucking shambles.

Erik started drinking. Started to push away the few people who stuck by his side, Norah included, out of guilt and shame and absolute fucking disgust at what he’d become. Until finally, he snapped.

“Leak the pictures. I don’t give a fuck, Nicolas. I’ll tell them about your daughter, the blackmail…”

And that’s a conversation he regrets to this day.

“I promise we’ll talk later.”

Norah had told him she was pregnant that morning, and they still hadn’t had time to discuss what that meant for them. The hurt in her eyes was because he still refused to acknowledge their relationship publicly. Was pushing her away, even though she was fighting so hard for him. What she didn’t realise was that he was doing it because he cared. Not about much else anymore, but he cared about her. Erik knew what was to come. Erik knew that his reputation would not survive this, no matter how it played out, and he didn’t want to drag her down with him. All he wanted to do was marry her, take her away from the mess of a city, and never look back, but it would never be that easy, even if he wanted it to be.

Erik had given a speech that night, much to the distaste of the audience. It’d been The Palace Hotel’s annual breast cancer benefit. And right as the last word left his mouth, a gunshot rang out.

A chaos the likes of which the city had never seen before ensued, but all he could see was her lifeless body on the floor. The bullet had been meant for her, but it’d been meant for him, too.

The St. Clairs weren’t to be fucked with.

Erik resigned the next morning.

Everything good in his life was gone.

Like an absolute coward, he’d departed the city shortly after, and fallen off the face of the earth for almost five years. Livia and the kids were better off without him. The few friends who had stuck by him, too. The pits of absolute depression and numbness were a welcome reprieve from the grief, in a way. Erik had no intention of ever going back to that place. Never wanted to be faced with the memories of everything he’d destroyed.

But when the news of Nicolas St. Clair’s passing reached him, something changed.

The man was fucking dead, just like he deserved.

And suddenly, he was angry instead of numb for the first time in years.

Upon returning to Launceston, the former mayor was greeted with the reception he deserved: utter disdain. But one man had thought of him differently. One man had made a point of seeking him out, and requesting an audience with the once beloved politician. Salvatore Mancini. Erik still doesn’t know, to this day, how the Italian found out about the circumstances of his relationship with Nicolas St. Clair, but he made it abundantly clear that he hated him just as much. At first, he’d scoffed at the idea. Erik didn’t care about petty fucking disputes between gangs. But when the old man told him that Nicolas St. Clair had been responsible for the murder of his wife, the mother of his children, he understood that his interest in his predicament was genuine. Because it was personal.

Erik would’ve been content to continue life as the villain if it hadn’t been for him. Mancini convinced him to tell the truth about why he had walked back on his policies. About the blackmail, and about what they’d done to Norah to punish him for even considering speaking up.

And whilst many St. Clair loyalists would be quick to condemn him for trying to tarnish the reputation of a man who could no longer defend himself, a great many more of Launceston’s citizens believed him. Supported him. Belatedly grieved for him.

Salvatore supported him every step of the way. Unlike St. Clair, however, it was unconditional. He expected nothing in return, and Erik was grateful for that. For him.

A few years have passed since he came clean, and finding his footing again has been a struggle. What has proven much harder to swallow, however, is watching Faye St. Clair in the mayoral seat, carrying on as though nothing has changed.

Eleanor O’Reilly is challenging her for her position at the next election, and although the prospect absolutely terrifies him, she has asked him to run as her deputy. With crime a more pressing issue than ever before, having someone who has not only suffered through it personally, but made great amends for the mistakes he made as a victim of it, would put an entirely different light on her campaign. One of honesty, one of strength, and one of more determination than ever to make the people responsible for causing so much pain in the city pay for their sins.

Erik doesn’t know whether he has it in him to accept the offer, whether it would even be allowed after all that’s transpired, but it would be a lie to say that he isn’t considering it. Especially after Salvatore Mancini leaked the idea to the press, and the Launcestonian public unanimously called for his return to the mayoral office once more…

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Norah Pierce (partner, deceased), Livia Callaghan (ex-wife, unplayable) FAMILY: Ellie and Laura Callaghan (daughters, unplayable) CONNECTIONS:

Eleanor O'Reilly: Good friend. Though she'd been the opposition candidate during his second campaign, even when he won the seat that she deserved, she was never bitter. It's difficult to find good people in a city like Launceston, but Eleanor is one of them, and the fact she doesn't utterly despise him after all that's happened is a certified miracle. Getting his life back on track has been an uphill struggle, but she's been at his side for all of it. Even if he doesn't deserve it, or her.

Salvatore Mancini: Friend. When Salvatore's crimes finally caught up to him and he was arrested by the FBI, Erik was more upset than he'd expected to be. Never could he have imagined mourning a mobster being put behind bars, but after everything Mancini has done for him, everything he's done to show that he's a genuinely good man, Erik can't help but be disappointed their friendship was cut short. There are few 'mobsters' he could ever imagine sympathising with, but Sal is decidedly not like the others. It seems a shame to Erik that it's him behind bars instead of a Frenchman or a Russian.

Angelo Morello: Friend. Though he was slightly less accommodating than Salvatore had been in the beginning, Angelo too hates the French with an almost unrivalled passion that Erik can relate to. It was enough for the jaded old men to bond. Whilst he has to keep any relationship with anybody who isn't strictly above board a secret after all that's happened, there is some comfort to be found in knowing a man like Angelo is in his corner.

Faye St. Clair: Dislikes. Nicolas pushed her into this life and he knows it. Erik witnessed the turmoil she went through being involved in a campaign she wanted no part of. But her father is gone now, and if she wanted to, she could come clean about all the terrible things he orchestrated. Instead, she remains in office, continuing to perpetuate the same bullshit to keep the St. Clairs on top that her father had expected of him. So if he'd ever felt sorry for her predicament before, that's sure flown out of the window now. Even if he doesn't run with Eleanor, he'll damn sure do everything he can to make sure she takes the seat next election.

#taken #takenm #neutral #politician #erikcallaghan #gabriel macht #mobadvent2023

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cresentcube · 11 months

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Howdy there! I'm a bit late to the party, by like, a few years by my estimate, but I'm absolutely in love with your Nine in DQ11 AU. I had a similar thought because DQ9 was the one other DQ game I've played. But yeah, I've been tearing through your AU, feeling a little betrayed that I'm just finding this now T_T. I'm not sure if you're still taking questions for this AU, but there's one thing I'm wondering that I'm pretty sure I haven't seen yet. Apologies if you've already answered this. What are Nine's general vibes with Serena, Erik, and Jade. Like what's their relationships and interactions like?

HELLO WELCOME!! YOU'RE NOT LATE THE TRAIN IS STILL RUNNING

I still have this AU in my heart, yes! I'm so glad you loved it!!!

It's an AU I always hold dear in the corner of my heart and if anyone leaves a like on my post I immidiately just leap up in joy. Just haven't been posting since life was really busy but it's still one of my favorite pastimes to just think about it for a while. Your ask filled me with pure joy! if you have any more questions or ideas or just random thoughts about the au, anything, just dump it on the ask and I'll be there with you in an instant. Feel absolutely free to barge in, I love getting asks. Thank you again.

Now, to your question!

Serena: They've got a lot of things in common: mainly, that they're the team gluttons. If left unsupervised they will drift to a bakery unprotected and return after spending half the team's budget. They're also both absentminded as all hell, so you can constantly see Veronica chiding the two of them at the same time- Nine and Serena side by side, slightly looking like soaking wet puppies. Like partner in crimes- but the crimes are just things like disappearing into the crowd and being lost, only to be found hours later, sharing a pastry, blissfully unaware how much the other party members were frantically looking for them in concern.

They're very good friends! She's the one who Nine makes the most casual conversation to, due to them having a lot of common interests- Nine's affinity to healing magic brings them together to discuss healing magic theory together, too. Nine enjoys braiding her hair if there's nothing to be done! Serena very, very much enjoys listening to his nighttime stories of stars and constellations.

Erik: If you leave them together, their bickering will NOT end. It's a constant stream of roasts and roasting back. Despite all this, it's all in good fun- in truth, Nine is very, very fond of Erik. Ever since Erik helped El bust out of the dungeons, Nine is always very thankful to him. He's also... aggressively protective of Erik, but does not seem to realize the fact himself. Their usual conversation is on the bickering side, but they're all good-natured and both know it. ("Nine, you know your plans make no sense." "Sure, mister 'I jumped off a cliff and would have died immediately if not for El's miracle powers', tell me your wisdom, then!')

Since Nine usually has his head above in his clouds- El's a bit too used to Nine's casual chaos- it's usually up to Erik to try and "save him from himself". "Nine, stop trying to eat that loaf whole. We have a bread knife. We're not savages." "Nine, for the love of- how did you burn the cooking pot down?? It's made of copper!!" Erik is also fond of Nine, but in the way of "Good God. My partner's brother needs a leash(affectionate)" kind of way.

In return, Nine cares a lot about Erik's wellbeing: he constantly asks Erik whether he ate anything, quietly mends his clothes, forcefully sits him down to check for his wounds and tends to them personally. As I mentioned, Nine almost gets aggressively protective of Erik from time to time- Erik notices this but does not mention it.

Jade: Jade views El as a brother: and the fact that Nine had dedicated his (jade's percieved sense of) entire life to keeping Eleven safe has won her respect. She doubts his motive at first, because she instantly recongized he was a man that was hiding a bit too much inside his seams- but the fact that Nine gets hurled off a cliff just to give them a time frame to escape erased her doubts right away. She does have her own blazing questions about Nine's true identity, but she decides to keep silent in the behalf of the respect she holds against him.

It's a relationship of solemn respect, at first, Jade respecting Nine as a protector and Nine viewing Jade as a lineage of royalty and treating her as such.... but it slowly melted into something much more friendlier over the time.

Jade does not speak of it, of course, but by the time act 1 is coming to a close she already came to a point where she considers him as her second younger brother. She (half jokingly) tries to appoint Nine to come be her royal knight beside Hendrik after she is crowned queen- Nine politely refuses.

(Nine still holds a bit of regret in the fact that he could not help any of the tragedies made in the day she lost the grip of the basket.)

Another tidbit is that albeit not daily like Hendrik and Nine, they spar quite regularly. Hendrick and Nine's sparring usually follows the same routine: Hendrik, with his physical wall of defence and his slow but devastating blows, tries to brute force his way through Nine's shield spells. Nine, with his floating movements, utilize his dexterity and small form to dodge his attacks and tries to find an opening. It's a calm conversation, almost, and since they both know each other's limit, they usuallt let go of their weapons when either of them looks drained and end the sparring in a peaceful handshake.

Jade and Nine's battle, however- not so much. Jade's blows are quick, very quick, and absolutely merciless. Since Nine's go-to battle strategy is to glance off attacks by dodging, parrying, and putting up shielding spells, this means Nine have to dodge a LOT. When they spar, it's a constant flurry of movement, sounds of split-second parrying, and the dust sifting around them as Jade metaphorically chases Nine around to land a strike: it's chaos. The only thing one would be able to make out of this mess is an occasional, frantic chant of SKARA! as the gold tint of Nine's shield spell surrounds himself, only to be deftly broken by Jade's roundhouse kick. Jade does not have mercy. To her it's either a win or a loss: Either Nine puts up a shield a second late and gets flung across the field like a rag doll by a kick, or Jade loses her balance for a split second after Nine's parry and gets a sword hilt smashed against her stomach.

Nine very much enjoys sparring against her! Erik is very concerned for his sanity.

That's what I can think of of the moment. I'll add more when I have more ideas, and if you want more details feel free to ask!!

#nine in dq 11 au #dragon quest #dragon quest ix #dragon quest xi #dragon quest 9 #dragon quest 11 #ask in the box

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Okay vampire au

Erik half vampire raising Peter whose mom was a witch.

Hmmmmm Peter a Quarter vamp?

Erik gave a sigh as he looked over to his sohn his eyes filled with stary wonderment as Charles weaved a cerulean blue spell ring of ethereal light magic. Peter would spend his 200 year long childhood and in his protection learning magic and his father learning the quirks of being a quarter vampire and 3/4 witchblood.

Erik was determined to figure them all out before another baby was taken from him. Peter gained his strength, even superspeed and longevity, he would still age, but very slowly, but held nearly non of his weakness, he didn't need blood nor fear the sun; though it was more an irritant to him. He had no fangs. But Peter ate a LOT. But his hair... oh! his hair was the color of moonlight. Oh! So warm, holding him was like holding the sun in his arms.

Erik held out his tea cup and allowed the hovering teapot to refill. Out of his many talents magic wasn't one of them. Peter needed to be taught the elemental magic, healing, dark and light, animal and the sacred dark and ethereal light magic; that's all the magic he knew about. Charles that flirtatious little minx of a wizard only gave him a quick quirk of a smile. Oh, he knew so much more. He was going to find all those secret spots.

Charles corrected Peter's form, his middle fingers weren't curled in enough. He'd spent the entire week learning the history and the technical aspect of the spell. Charles would never shout or get angry or even upset, but encouraged and explain things in way Peter could understand. if Peter needed a slower pace than so be it.

Mr. Dibbles looked down from high near the fireplace, the charcoals in which he rested in. Mr. Dibbles's dragon egg was found abandon in the woods cold and afraid. Peter had found him while looking for ingredient for an elixir took it back to the mansion. Charles put a pause on the planned lesson for the week and switched to dragon care and zoology and studies of magical creatures and their care. After hatching the little dragon took a fierce liking to Peter and snuggled up him whenever he could.

Peter drew in a deep breath and mirrored Charles's stance and followed the motions of his hands. Light flowed like water, fluidity, adaptability, and connectivity; long and slow movements; the negative and positive energies interchanged, never touching and deep understanding. The light circle swimming with runes interconnecting and becoming more and more intricate like a single snowflake. From that built up energy burst forth all the unkept vines weathering in and succulents grew and blossomed.

Erik cried and ran over lifted his son into the air and swirled him around and brought him into the deepest hug he could give.

#Dadneto and Quickson flash fic #peter maximoff #dadneto #quickson #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #magneto #quicksilver #cherik #x-men #stepdad! charles xavier #Mr. Dibbles is a DRAGON deal with it

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UNCOVERED LIES | sims 4 series | Episode pt.6

Next Morning

Caius: WAA *cries intensely*

Jordin: Evelin, you little munchkin what did you do to your brother?

Evelin: I didn't do anything daddy; teehee he just cries no reason...

Caius: *cries* WAA... mwean WAA!!

Evelin: Hey! You said you wouldn't snitch you tattletale! *crosses arms grumpily*

Jordin: Now Evelin... you know that Rex the dino don't like bullies... especially siblings who are mean to their younger siblings...

Evelin: No Rexy... teehee *covers mouth excitedly*

Jordin: Rawr *roars loudly and swoops up Evelin*

Evelin: Hehe you cwan't find me Rexy the dino!

Jordin: Hmm... If I was a little girl, where would I hide?

Evelin: Teehee! *laughing quietly*

Jordin: I know what I can do... time to enable dino senses.

Evelin: Uh oh!

Jordin: RAHH!! I Found you, now I'm going to eat you RAHHH!! *plays fully lifts the toddler in the air*

Evelin: *screams intensely* AHH!! NO BAD DINO!! DON'T EAT ME I DON'T TASTE LIKE CWICKEN!! PAPA HELP!!

Jay (simself): *calls from upstairs* Jordin can you not wrestle with our daughter, she needs to get ready.

Jordin: *puts Evelin down* You lucky that papa save you this time, but you won't get so lucky next time little munchkin.

He then tickles Evelin as she laughs while quickly running away.

Evelin: *screams* AAHH!! Champ, help me the mwean dino trying to eat me again!!

Jordin: *calls out after while laughing* Champ won't save you either little munchkin, I will eat those little chicken legs sooner or later.

Evelin: Champ, why didn't you save mwe?! Rexy the dino almost ate my little legs!

Champ (The Dog): *barks but talks where only Evelin can understand him* Are we talking about this same Rex that looks like your father?

Evelin: What? NO?! My poor father vanished!! Out of nowhere a big green dino came out of nowhere and tried to eat my tiny toddler legs!!

Champ (The Dog): *tilts head in confusion* (maybe toddlers are different breed then a human) Where is this dino? Maybe I could talk some sense into that green giant beast!

Champ growls as he spins around getting distracted, he begins to chase his tail.

Champ (The Dog): *barks* I WILL GET YOU ONE DAY, YOU STUPID TAIL!!

Evelin: *whines* Champ, you're getting distracted again!

Champ (The Dog): *barks* I'm sorry Evelin, but I'm a dog I don't know what you expect. I was meant to chase my tail and take a dump on the carpet and wait to see how your dads will react.

Champ pants happily as he stares up at the small toddler.

Evelin: How come I can only understand you? But the rest of the family can't?!

Champ (The Dog): Well, some humans are gifted with the ability to talking to animals while others eh... You're just one of the lucky humans that can fully understand us.

Evelin: Yet daddy & papa thinks it just my imagination! *crosses arms*

Champ (The Dog): Well, that's because they're one of the humans who think we animals don't be talking or understanding them. But don't tell your father but... I know where he be hiding those leftover bacon strips AND THEY WERE DELICIOUS!! *barks excitedly as he spins*

Jordin: *walks in holding Caius* Evelin, if you keep talking to that dog instead of getting ready, I'm telling Rex the dino to be under your bed once you get back to eat those little chicken legs you got there.

Evelin scream intensifies as she runs upstairs to her room.

Jay (simself) walks into Erik's room as I scrunch up my nose going up to a window and opening it.

Jay (simself): Damn Erik, this room stinks! Did you take a shower?! And why are you still in bed?! I told you don't stay up all night playing them damn games and get some rest!!

Jay (simself): God, and why is it so dark in this room?

Looks to see Erik still not awake, as I get annoyed and clears my throat as I spoke up loudly.

Jay (simself): ERIK WILLIAM YU! If you don't wake up out of this bed, I will get yo daddy to get you out this damn bed!

Erik: Ugh... I don't want to go to grandma and grandpa house. I'm tired.

Jay (simself): Boy, I don't care if you're tired. You should've thought about that before you stood up all night!

Erik: *puts pillow overhead* I'm not going!! I just want to go to sleep.

Jay (simself): *was to stun to speak* Uh no sir! That is not what we're going to do!

I walked over and pulled the blankets off him, as I grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on his nightstand and dumped it on him.

Erik screams as he launches out of bed as he shivers from how cold the water was.

Erik: Okay, I'll get ready. Just get ou-ou-out my room. *shivers*

Jay(simself): Don't make me come back up here!

I walks out his room as I heads to Evelin's room to check if she's ready.

Evelin: Papa! I'm ready to go to see grandma & Apa! Are they going to see my ballet routine papa?!

The little toddler gets excited waiting for a response.

Jay (simself): Of course, my little princess, me and daddy will also be there to support you as well.

I gave her a big kiss on the cheek as I hugs her tightly. Evelin hugs me back as she gives a big smile.

Evelin: Yay! I'm going to be pretty ballerina! *gets excited and gives a big twirl*

Jay (simself): Yes, you are! You're going to be a very beautiful ballerina, and you're going to slay that performance!

Evelin: Period!

Jay (simself): Oop! Yes girl, period! Now I know I definitely raised you right. Anyways, is Cairo ready?

Evelin: Duh, he been ready. *rolling eyes*

Jay (simself): Uh uh, now you are getting ahead of yourself. Lower the attitude or else I'm going to have a talk with Rex the dino.

Evelin screams as she runs away.

Evelin: DON'T EAT MY CWICKEN LEGS REXY!

Jay (simself): *calls out while holding back laughter* You better run faster to that car before he catches up to you Eva!

30 minutes later...

Jay (simself): Hey mom!

Dayah: Jay, my baby boy! You finally made it! And you brought the kids!!

Jay (simself): *gets embarrassed* mom! you don't have to call me baby boy every time I come to visit you and daddy. And I'm the oldest out of 6 kids, last time I check Tre was the new baby.

Dayah: I know, but you're still my little baby boy. I remember the first time when you had a little diaper rash on your bum and I-

Jay (simself): MOM! Not in front of my kids!!!

Erik & Cairo both giggles to themselves as they look down pretending, they haven't heard any of that.

Dayah: I'm sorry Jay, but you were just so adorable when you were younger. *sighs sadly* too bad you gotten older... you just grown up so fast. Now look at you, you have your own family and kids.

Jay (simself): Aw mom-

Dayah gazed at baby Caius as she gasped excitedly.

Dayah: Is that my new grandbaby Caius, Oh my goodness! Let me see him, what a cute little thing!

I nodded my head and hand the baby to my mother as I smiles happily.

Dayah: Oh my god, he looks just like Jordin! How cute!

Jay (simself): That's what I said! *tickles Caius little tummy*

Caius: *giggles*

Dayah: You know, he may look like Jordin, but he still got your pretty eyes.

Jay (simself): Aw! Thank you, mom, I guess little Caius takes after the both of us huh?

Dayah: Mhm, takes after his papa and his daddy.

Someone comes out the house as they clear their throat.

Mystery voice: I guess someone already forgot about me already.

Jay (simself): *looks over shoulder* Hi daddy!

I hug my father as I smiled happily.

Jakob: I see you brought the little ones. What's the rules?

Jay (simself): *speechless* now why would you think I have rules? I don't make rules?!

Jakob: Jay, you're my child. I know everything about you, from you down to Tre. I know you're going to leave some rules.

Jay (simself): *rolls eyes* fine, you caught me. I was just going to say, before I leave the three bad children well two since Evelin is the only good child here-

Jakob: Caius not staying?

Jay (simself): No, he's still a little young. So, he's coming back home with me. But I'll pick the kids up after their 2 days break but while they're here Erik can't play any video games because he's grounded, and he stood up late when he was supposed to be in bed.

Erik: OH, COME ON!! I was on Apex Legends; I couldn't let my streak die!?!?!

Jakob: *looks sternly at Erik* Aye, the grown folks are talking. Shush!

Erik gets quiet as he crosses his arms grumpily.

Jay (simself): And Cairo can't order from Zoomers anymore since he decided to order from the app without parental permission...

Me and my dad looks at Cairo with a look on our face stating "Really?". Cairo just looks down at the ground feeling ashamed.

Jay (simself): Next time don't leave the evidence out in the grass by the mailbox Cairo!

Cairo facepalms as he starts feeling guilty about cursing out that poor delivery person for no reason but slowly stop feeling guilty cause he remembers the guy was being a creep.

Jay (simself): Anyways, Evelin wants you and mom to attend her Ballet recital.

Jakob: *smiles slowly faded* I don't know if I'm able to attend... maybe your mother might be there.

Jay (simself): How come? Evelin was looking forward to seeing both of her grandparents there. Is this about Micah?

He was about to say something but quickly turns and sees the paparazzi sneaking photos.

Jakob: *gets angry* Ugh, are you kidding me? Jay let's go inside before we end up on SMZ.

Jay (simself): Good, I need to change anyways. Let's just say drinking coffee and driving at the same time does not go together.

Everyone heads inside the house.

I went upstairs to quickly change out of my old outfit as I went back downstairs.

Jay (simself): Daddy, why did I find my old clothes in Micah's drawer? See I knew he be copying everything I do.

Jakob: Maybe he just wanted to be like his older brother...

Jay (simself): I can see that, but haven't you told us that it's okay to be ourselves. I know that I'm a big inspiration to my younger siblings, but that's what branching out and starting your own path is about.

Jakob: It's not cool to talk about people when they can't defend themselves. You know that I raised you better than that.

Jay (simself): I know, I know... It just... why would Micah just leave like that? It's not like him to leave like that, especially when he's so young.

Jakob: I know... I shouldn't have yelled at him like that when I caught him sneaking back in the house one night. But I was just so disappointed in him, it's not like Micah to just runaway from home and not contact us for months.

Jay (simself): Dad, he's a teenager. Teenagers goes through these phases that they will regret later on. Trust me I went through it plenty of times, he will come back home.

Jakob: And what if he doesn't come back Jay? I had a dream last night that something bad happened to him, that he was somewhere that he couldn't get out of. He might be held hostage and I can't help him because I don't know where he's at. I feel like it's my fault that he ran away.

Jay (simself): It is not your fault that Micah ran away. We will find him dad, just try not to stress yourself I don't want you to get a heart attack from this whole situation.

He looks down as he clears his throat, I already knew he was going to shed a tear. I start feeling bad for my dad because I knew he worries about us every day, and he wants to protect us for as long as he's alive.

I was going to say something to cheer him up, but my mom called from upstairs.

Dayah: Can you boys come upstairs please? I need help moving this stuff out of this room.

Me and dad went to go see what my mom needed help with as we walked into Micah's & Aki's old room. I looked around as I seen empty boxes ready to be filled, as I walked over to my mother and gave her a hug.

Jay (simself): So, mom, what do you need help with? *looking at the trophies that my siblings had won*

Dayah: I need you to pack Aki's stuff and put them in this box. Since she graduated, she told me to put her stuff in the attic and she'll be here tomorrow to pick them up. And for Micah... uhm... put his stuff in the attic too.

Jay (simself): Wait... but why move Micah's stuff? Isn't he coming home mom?

Dayah: I don't know Jay, just help me move his stuff anyways. I might turn this room into the guest room. Maybe the kids can sleep in this room for a couple of days.

Jakob: *interrupts* You're not turning anything into a guest room, not while I'm living here. Micah is missing, he's not gone forever. He WILL be back.

Dayah: I'm not starting this with you again Jakob. It will only be temporary; Micah will have his room back when he comes back home but for now this will be the guest room.

Jakob: WHY?! Why can't you make Snow room a guest room?! He moved out 2 months ago, he's not using his room.

Dayah: Why does everything has to be an argument with you?

Jakob: Because you're not giving a damn about our son! He been missing for 6 months. SIX damn months, and you don't give two f's if he's missing.

I started getting uncomfortable seeing both of my parents' fight.

Jay (simself): Guys....

Dayah: STOP putting words in my mouth, never once have I said I don't care about our son. I care about all my kids, but you're overreacting like always instead of thinking about the positive.

Jakob: WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BE SO CALM ABOUT THIS? OUR SON IS MISSING FOR GOD SAKE!!!

Dayah: WHY ARE YOU YELLING?! THE CHILDREN CAN HEAR YOU?!?!

Jakob: BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY PARENT, THE ONLY PERSON WHO ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT THEIR CHILD BEING MISSING FOR MORE THAN 48 HOURS?!?! NO PHONE CALLS!! NO TEXT!!! NOTHING!! HE COULD BE SIMNAPPED!! ANYTHING COULD BE HAPPENING TO HIM WITHOUT OUR KNOWLEDGE AND YOU DON'T EVEN GIVE A DAMN!!

Jay (simself): GUYS! Please, if the kids hear you guys argue they're going to get worried.

Dayah: Jay, my baby boy. Tell your father to stop putting words into my mouth and stop overreacting. This is why he gets more wrinkles than me, because he's stressing too much.

Jakob: Jay tell your mother she is being insensitive and not caring or at least not worried about her child being missing.

Jay (simself): I mean mom, you are being insensitive about his feelings towards my brother. Like I agree with daddy, Micah is turning 15 in a few days, and it seems like you don't give a care if he ran away into the dangerous cruel world.

Dayah: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GUYS RIGHT NOW!!! YOU'RE DOUBLE TEAMING AGAINST ME!!! And Jay, I thought you were going to be on my side about this but what did I expect, you were always a daddy's boy growing up...

Jay (simself): Uhm...OUCH!

Jakob: OH, HELL NO!! THIS IS NOT WHAT WE'RE NOT GOING TO DO!!

To be continued...

Author notes: Chile...now that was dramatic and how dare she call me out like that. I can't wait to see what happens next but first we need to get back to what happened between Zayne & Micah. God, this storyline is getting juicy and ghetto now. Lawd, I can't wait to keep updating y'all about what happens in my game because in-game it's just more chaotic.

Anyways, what y'all think about this chapter? Was my simself father overreacting or was my simself mother being insensitive? I think my mother needs to talk with my dad about why she just doesn't really care if my brother is missing cause, it's giving a neglectful parent for me...

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 simblr #ts4 storytelling #ts4 storyteller #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 simblr #simblr #black simblr #black simmer

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anime-kia · 2 years

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Assassination/ Love Interest

HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you all started off your year better than I did 😅

I really love stories that keep Erik in his character.

No warnings.

Relationship: Assassin Erik x Reader

Assassination missions were quick and easy pay for Erik. Being the experienced tactician that he was made it light work, and a great way to make a fast million. All he needed was general information, and a face and before you could ask him the status of the mission, the job would be done.

Beau Easton. A man of high class, wealth and status who had his fair share of dirty secrets. Erik was referred to him through an old friend who also partook in undercover business.

"The best assassin you can ever find. He's quick and clean."

Beau sat in his office, elbows planted on the desk as his fingers ran over his freshly trimmed fade. The room was dark, only to be lit up by the computer screen, illuminating his chocolate skin.

All he had to do was hit enter on that keyboard and the task would be carried out faster than he could blink.

"Think about all the money you'd be getting. You're gonna let one woman jeopardize that?"

This was a conversation he held with his best friend, upon discovering a landmine of wealth that his wife was seated on.

It ate at him for days as he watched her be the most loving and nurturing wife that she was. But at the same time, she was one of many. He could easily find another woman just like her if he wanted to.

Her father and her never shared a relationship due to his promiscuous ways. Her mother had left him before she could walk on her own two feet, never telling the poor child a thing about her wealthy father.

Beau was going through the mail one evening and discovered a letter sent to her through an attorney. The old man had passed away, but she was included in the will. Before she even had a chance to look at the letter, Beau had torn it open and read all of the information and what was included in it. His eyes lit up as he saw the amount they would receive. If he were to combine his wealth with the old mans, his grandkids' grandkids would never have to work a day in their lives.

Beau called the attorney, stating who he was and was very cautious with the way he asked his questions.

"If my wife were not able to collect these things, who would be next in line to receive it?"

"Well it would be another parent or siblings, but if she has any of them, they were not included in the will so I suppose you or if you have any children would be the ones to inherit what he left."

This conversation came about due to the kind of person she was. Generous, loving and giving, everything he wasn't.

When she finally got news of the will, she plainly stated that she wanted it donated to charity. She hasn't acknowledged her father then and she won't acknowledge him now.

Beau slammed his fists onto the wooden desk. "Fuck! She always has to complicate things for me!" Inhaling and exhaling, his shaky finger clicked the send button.

That was it. He traded his wife's life for more money and material.

Erik read the description that his client had sent. Erik normally enjoyed getting creative with his assassination missions, whether it was torture style or trickery. Depending on who it was, he would either make it painless and fast or agonizing and slow.

But this particular case had him a little stumped. He normally dealt with people who deserved to be killed (ironically enough), but this was just a normal woman. Or maybe he was being too naive in believing that she was just an ordinary woman, and not that her husband just didn't want blood on his own hands.

The reward money was enough to let Erik disregard his concerns. It was near the highest he'd ever been paid for a mission. The client had left notes on the bottom, giving Erik tips on the easiest way to do it.

The only issue was that the picture of the woman was not as clear as he'd like it to be. Fortunately though, the description was sufficient enough.

She is usually at home, I can leave a key.

Erik scoffed, who the hell did he think he was dealing with? Erik was no amateur, he could break through any lock he wanted to. That was the easy part.

The security cameras are on during the day, you might want to do it at night. She also likes to hangout on the balcony before going to sleep.

He read over the description one more time, sighing that it had to be a sister who was going to meet her maker in less than twenty-four hours.

"Damn, it be ya own people." Erik shook his head and tossed his secondary phone to the side.

The following night had come and it was about ten o'clock. The moon illuminated the sky, stars dotted all over in aimless patterns. It was peaceful.

Erik has perched himself on top of a neighbouring building that wasn't too far or too close. He had the perfect view of the balcony where the shared master bedroom resided.

His sniper rifle was assembled, silencer attachment resting at the end of the barrel. He wiped off the scope and peered one eye through to make sure everything was good.

Now all he had to do was wait.

This mission would be a piece of cake.

He remained in silence for thirty minutes. He was getting restless though, as he'd hope that he would have spare time to make it to the club with his boys before the night was done. Erik had a moment where he'd almost said fuck it and just go through the front door and handle the business that way. But right before he could get up, the woman had stepped out onto the balcony, exhaling.

Erik lifted the rifle and stared through the scope. As he brought it closer to her head, he almost dropped the gun immediately. His eyes widened at the familiar face, one he thought he would never see again.

She's grown more beautiful since that last time he saw her. Her eyes still had the hopeful gleam to them as she looked into the night sky, her mouth titled upwards, slightly forming a grin. She looked so serene under the moon, like a goddess.

She was his first love, the only woman who he would make his Mrs. Stevens. He remembers as she use to doodle her first name with his last name on her notebooks during class when they finished their work on time and had more to spare.

(Y/N) Stevens.

Erik was so overwhelmed he could faint. But he had no choice other than to do what he originally came to do. Especially since she was no longer his anymore, she was now carrying the title of Mrs. Easton. (Y/N) Easton. No longer Stevens.

His breathing was unsteady, as he lifted the rifle back up. He centred the cross between her two eyes.

Quick and easy, E. You got this. He coaxed himself.

Seeing her fall in love with another man should've made it easier for him to pull the trigger, but his finger trembled. He couldn't believe that his first love was the one to test his will.

This supposed simple assassination had proven much more difficult than he'd originally thought.

He continued to stare at her, so innocent and unaware of her situation. His finger slightly pressed on the trigger, but stopped the second her eyes had met his.

He froze.

Feeling like a child who just been caught red handed. His mind went into a frenzy of questions.

Can she see me?

Am I compromised?

The fuck do I do?

Never in his life had he felt so helpless and lost. And all it took was one look from the same woman who he shared his mind, body and soul with.

Her eyes were so gentle as they stared into his deep brown ones, but hers were aimless. She had not seen him, rather she was just enjoying the view of the night sky. He was way too far away and it was too dark. Even if he moved slightly, his cover would not have been blown.

Erik bailed, he just couldn't pull the trigger. After her eyes had locked onto his, that was it. If he did pull the trigger, he would be haunted and tormented forever.

Erik's new mission was to get her safe. Since he went off the grid after that failed mission, he knew Beau would be looking for a new assassin or he would do it himself. Erik would not have that.

He knew that her life was worth more than a couple millions. She could bring happiness to the saddest man alive, and that's exactly what she did for him all those years ago. If Erik left her alone after that, he would never forgive himself. So he made it his mission to eliminate the real enemy and to keep his first love safe.

This was a quick fic idea that came to my mind last night. I like how it turned out and I hope you all did too! I'm finally starting school on Monday (sigh), but I hope I'll still be able to update.

Also, there's no part 2 for this. You can probably imagine what happens next anyway.

Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: January 4-5, 2020)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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ajerzaaddict · 2 years

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Farewell (Jerza oneshot)

Jellal was about to get into bed when his phone buzzed with incoming messages. His heart skipped a beat. The ringtone was a unique one he specially assigned to only one person in his contacts. He snatched the device from the bedside table and saw the notification "3 messages from Erza" appear on the locked screen.

Erza and he didn't message each other for daily casual chatting. They usually contacted each other to communicate job related issues and occasionally, to inform each other when they made a new move in their respective life. Their last communication was about things he planned to do with his newly obtained freedom. He told Erza that he still hadn't found the ultimate answer to his redemption, so he couldn't settle down yet and would go on another self-discovery journey. She asked him to not overburden himself again and to take his time, but also told him that she had faith in him to find out the ultimate answer soon this time.

Feeling slightly anxious about the unknown reason for Erza to contact him at the unusually late hour, Jellal took a deep breath before he unlocked his phone and opened the message box.

"Hi Jellal, it has been a while, isn't it? I hope you are doing well."

"I'll be away from Fiore soon for an indefinite amount of time as I've accepted a special quest which requires me to go overseas."

"If you are around Magnolia, see if you would like to meet up before I depart?"

Jellal quickly typed his replies and clicked the send button without hesitation.

"Here are your orders." The waitress smiled at Erza and Jellal. "Waffles with strawberries for you, Miss; and cheese and ham bagel for you, Sir. Bon appetit." She bowed to them before she excused herself.

Erza picked up the knife and fork to cut a piece of waffles and dripped it with the strawberry syrus.

"No one knows about the quest's details, except for Gildarts. But he told Natsu that he was not allowed to give out any information." She continued her explanation on her upcoming job to Jellal as she ate her waffles. "So we can't anticipate how much time it will take for us to complete it."

"For sure it won't be a short period of time, right? If even Gildarts can't complete it, the quest must be a highly difficult and demanding one." Jellal commented and also took a bite of his bagel.

"You are right. But we have five people who have different abilities this time. So I believe we have a much better chance than Gildarts in clearing the quest.

Jellal smiled. "You have some amazing teammates."

He always thought if there was anything which his evil self had remotely done right, it was the decision to banish Erza from the Tower of Heaven. Although such a decision was made with malicious intent, it had ultimately led Erza to find friends and family in Fairy Tail who would always love and support her.

"I do." Erza smiled proudly, then eyed Jellal with a meaningful gaze. "You would be an amazing teammate too if you were one of us."

Jellal shook his head. He was not able to give her the reply she wanted to hear. Not yet.

"My ex-members of Crime Sorciere would disagree with you." He chuckled as he remembered Ultear used to complain about him not acting according to plan and Erik fed up with him taking down all enemies without letting him have his share of fun. "I mean, I like working in a team, too. But sometimes, there are things which are better handled by myself alone without involving other people."

Erza opened her mouth as if to say something, but only sighed quietly in the end. "I understand."

She stuffed a large piece of waffle into her mouth. An amused smile ghosted Jellal's lips as he felt the urge to poke at her cheeks which slightly puffed out.

"Thanks, Erza."

Erza raised a questioning eyebrow at Jellal.

"Not once have you questioned the path I chose for my life after I received my pandon."

Erza didn't respond immediately. She took her time in organizing her thoughts while she chewed the food in her mouth.

"You know," She spoke up after she swallowed the food and her lips curved into a small smile. "I would not hesitate in questioning you if I thought your choice was a problematic one. But I thought you had very justified reasons for the choice you made this time. You can never truly move on if you don't clear the unfinished business from the past."

"Your understanding means a lot to me, Erza." Jellal said sincerely and looked at Erza with fondness in his eyes as her sympathetic words filled his heart with warmth. "I will try my best to sort things out as soon as possible."

"Working hard towards your goal is good, but please don't forget to treat yourself kindly too. This may be useful for you." Erza paused and her hand went for her handbag. After a few seconds of searching, she took out a small square box and placed it in front of Jellal. "I heard this can bring good vibes."

"This…is for me?" Jellal asked in surprise as he stared down at the white box which was the size of the palm and had a blue ribbon tied around it.

"Yes." Erza's face turned the color of pink as she fixed her gaze at the gift box as well instead of Jellal's face. "Open it."

Complying with Erza's request, Jellal untied the ribbon and opened the box. A bracelet strung with light blue round opals was lying inside.

"This is pretty." He picked up the bracelet and found the crystals smooth and cool against his fingers.

"I know it's not your habit to wear a bracelet. But when I saw this by chance, I was told that opal can purify negative energies and thought of you." Erza explained and eyed Jellal a little bit nervously. "It's good for balancing emotions and moods and it helps its wearer in handling past wounds and regrets."

Jellal felt bittersweet. He was absolutely delighted to receive the thoughtful gift from Erza. But at the same time, he hated himself for making her worry for him all the time. Nevertheless, he smiled a grateful smile when he looked at her.

"Thanks so much for such a nice gift." He slipped the bracelet on his right wrist. "It's perfect."

"I'm glad you thought so." Erza sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry that I have not prepared anything for you." Jellal smiled apologetically, then looked at Erza with a determined gaze. "I know it's uncertain how long it will take you to come back from the quest. But please look forward to hearing my good news when we meet again."

"Alright." Erza smiled sweetly. "I'll clear the quest with all my might so that I can hear your good news sooner."

She then picked up the fork again and stuck it in the last piece of the waffle on her plate, taking a big bite of the sweet.

"Which way are you going?" Erza asked Jellal after they exited the cafe.

Jellal pointed to his right. "To the train station."

"Let me walk with you."

Although Jellal didn't want to bother Erza, he agreed with her suggestion as he wanted more to savor their time together. He answered her questions about his next destination and things he planned to do on the way.

They slowed down their pace when they arrived at the station's front plaza, knowing it was their time to part ways. Jellal halted his steps in front of the long stairs which led up to the concourse and turned to face Erza.

"Let's say our goodbyes here." He said softly, and Erza looked up at him with a longing expression which made him want to pull her into his embrace and never let her go again. He breathed in and exhaled slowly to keep calm. "I know there's nothing I should worry about you, Erza. Still, please stay safe."

"You too. And if you need any help, please don't hesitate to come to Fairy Tail."

"I will keep this in mind."

"Safe trip, Jellal."

Jellal held Erza's hand stretched out towards him.

"Best of luck in the quest you take, Erza."

They pulled back their hands and waved at each other to say their goodbyes in silence. Erza then turned around to head back to Fairy Tail while Jellal walked up the stairs to catch the train. Jellal wrapped his fingers around the bracelet on his right wrist to seek comfort as he found himself already missing Erza's presence by his side. He swore to answer her wish as well as his own when she returned.

#jerza #erza scarlet #Jellal Fernandes #oneshot #my fanfic

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eristic-kaleidoscope · 1 year

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Collapsed and Threw the Planet Away | Adrik Antonov | Trial 5.4 | RE: Akito Accusations

Adrik expected this outcome, but it doesn’t make it any worse when it happens. They sit perfectly still, listening to the accusations while being unable to make eye contact. They’re sinking into their seat, head pounding, and…

“I…”

They swallow nervously. What do they say to that? They knew this would happen as they searched the rooms, and yet, they’re not prepared to hear the accusations start rolling. They look uneasy at first, looking at Akito with a panicked expression… and they let him speak.

“I knew this.

I found some incriminating shit that made Akito look like he was involved in this awhile ago, and Kenshin was there. I had a breakdown. I thought that he was involved, so I confronted him, and he found a way to tell me everything days later that wouldn't be detected by the hosts. That's why I was trying to lead you all away from Akito.

Jae-min can vouch. I told him I found out someone was suspicious, but I couldn't say who. I was worried if it was Akito and I told someone else, I'd endanger myself, and if it wasn't him, I'd endanger him. So I told him I knew someone it could be, and was keeping my eye on him."

Adrik Antonov had a secret. They held it for days, and it ate away at them. It almost destroyed their relationship. It spread through them like a weed at the time, and even now, it wasn't fully removed. But it wasn't over yet.

Their brain scrambles to find anything else that can prove his innocence. They’re shaking from nerves, their face has gone pale, and their breath is quick and uneasy.

“The annotations. A lot of the annotations don’t match up to how Akito acted. Keep me at arms length? Don’t get close to Rose? Avoiding Lapis? Akito didn’t do any of that, clearly, since he fucking dated me, got close to Rose, and had a brief affair with Lapis. But— but some of the notes were also specific. We know Az-8, the notetaker, was a musician. They had “hidden indulgences,” which I’ve learned is because Erisu was a vocaloid producer. A boring and mundane nature? Akito was a literal thespian roleplaying as a musical character, when Erisu was incredibly “mundane” in comparison. Even my notes say to keep me at a distance, and guess what Erisu did from day one? Exactly that. And from what I saw, she did the same to all the people she had negative notes on.

Also, the missing profiles? Most of Jae-min and Byrne’s info on page three, which would probably fill up a page. Page five, which would’ve been entirely Erik Azrael. And then, page nine, which would be missing Erisu’s private history, all of Eureka’s information, and Kaguya’s public bio. That all couldn’t fit on one page, unless something was missing— and we can safely assume that’s Erisu’s private history, since she wouldn’t need a record of that. She was only listed for the sake of being on the roster, and having a biography we could see on our tablets.

The missing profiles are all people Erisu had an interest in. Jae-min, her boyfriend, Kaguya, the secret employee, Eureka, her best friend, and…

Akito, who is being framed as Az-8. All people of interest to Erisu.”

They turn to look at Byrne, nodding.

“I agreed. It’s suspicious as hell that he knows as much as he does. I… I can’t lie. I had my doubts for awhile. Fuck. I screamed at him while we investigated and threatened him.

But you heard him. He had a personal stake in this when Kristina go involved, and so, he did the research. He poked his head around. There's a reason he tried to get to know people and host events. He needed intel. He also never hid that was Kristina from me, too- he told me immediately in our investigation.

That, and he and Erisu have so much in common it’s ridiculous. He’s an easy scapegoat. But why do you need a scapegoat?”

Adrik sits up, looking at the hosts and then back to everyone else.

“Az-8 was meant to die. All of the siblings are. The note in the medical lockbox said that all the siblings would have final, post mortem scans collected. Erick Weiss is being kept alive solely because of the virtual world— his programming built it. We know one other sibling who died prematurely.

The rest of the siblings are known to be dead, yet we found no notes of their unexpected deaths, and we found full scans of them in the virtual world. They were probably killed to be uploaded into the system. That left the three we know, all destined to die at one point or another.

The story of Az-8, as told through the notes, is about someone whose birth mother fled and took them somewhere to keep them safe from the horrors of the experiment. Tried as they might, they were found, and brought back by Calluna and An. They were placed into a situation where no matter what, they were going to die. They were brought here, to this experiment, to die. They worked with the sisters, because what choice would they have? Willing or unwilling, they likely would’ve just been killed earlier if they didn’t.

So, if Erisu was Az-8? She had nothing to lose if she attacked An or Calluna. If she was going to be killed for the experiment anyways, why not risk trying to attack the sisters? Remember the words of the note? “You really thought you could do something?” Az-8 tried to do something, and failed.

And you all said it yourself— if Erisu attacked An, why didn’t they just shock her dead? Why wouldn’t she be killed like Kaguya?! It’s because they couldn’t shock her! Either Erisu, as Az-8, had no chip installed in her brain, or electrocuting her with a brain implant would damage the brain they needed for the Kaleidoscope Project. Erisu had to die in a way that didn’t damage her brain.

You all talk about how Az-8 was working with the sisters, so they’d never attack them, or vice versa. Except they totally would. You saw what they did to Erick Weiss and the other siblings. Az-8 was a late addition. The sisters only look out for each other.”

They take a deep breath, and they turn to face the sisters, cracking a smile. It’s manic.

“You needed to kill Erisu for the Kaleidoscope Project to scan her brain, but you had another problem. You needed one more person to die for the other AI bullshit. The note in the cells said as much— you needed to pull someone from the living to replace the poor sync rates of Erinys or Marlene, and you needed to do it in the frame of the experiment. You couldn’t just pull one of us to kill, even if it was easier! It had to be within the bounds of your own rules. You suggested picking the most obnoxious person to throw in as the final brain, and who else would fit the bill better than Akito, who was not only easy to frame, but had been poking his head around even before the experiment began? Akito! He’s collateral, he's suspicious, and you need him dead, but you have to do it through your fancy rules!”

They lean forward, looking at everyone frantically.

“And I know MANY of you suspected Erisu before today, including me, because of all the other evidence we saw! Many of you told me this!

What did we have even before today? I found out today that Erisu was a vocaloid producer, and we were all assigned literal vocaloid songs in the gift shop. She had blue coloring that could represent azure, the color blue. The experiment takes place in some German speaking country, and Erisu moved to the Netherlands later in life, meaning she’d be very close to the area. She was an Ultimate, so even if she went down a different path, she still clearly possessed some level of talent. She fit the bill before, and she only fits everything else we’ve seen.”

They’re breathing fast, they’re pulling on their hair, and it’s clear that they’re becoming unstable. Their rant is fast, erratic, and full of raw emotion. Adrik grasps for everything they can reach to make this right in their mind, white knuckles clinging to diminishing hopes. Their gaze, fire, turns to the hosts:

“You set all of this up to frame Akito Mikage because he was a pain in the ass, and you needed one last brain scan to finish the experiment!

You took advantage of Az-8’s death to try and eliminate Akito, playing to the rules of your own experiment! You had to make it look like all the deaths were results of the experiment, and not your own doing.

This trial is rigged. It's fucking rigged! None of us killed Erisu- you just used her inevitable death to set up a fake trial!"

Icarus flew close to the sun. How would their wings hold up, now?

#AIRika #chapter5 #trial5 #submission

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atpaftmoom-bily · 3 years

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Thoughts about Erik, why Wilhelm wasn't allowed to come out, and more.

Be warned, this is long, confusing, and I'm not even sure if I made any valid points. But I had thoughts on Young Royals, with no one to talk to, so here you go.

I've seen various different takes on Erik and what people thought his reaction would have been if Willie had come out to him, most of them being positive, and some as well saying how sad it was that Willie never got to come out to his brother. I have a different take, but bear with me it's gonna take a second to get there.

Something that I found interesting in the first place was that when August found out it was Simon and not a girl, he just seemed shocked, but not in a homophobic way that I had kind of been expecting.

Additionally, let's take a look at the comments on the video, I've split them up into three different groups. General comments (disbelief, surprise, pity, etc.), comments sexualizing them, and negative comments. (I've translated these as well as I could as they were not all captioned, but if I've made a mistake feel free to let me know!)

General Comments "OMG Have you seen this?? The Prince is gay!!!!" "Who's the other guy?" "I'm dead" "Finally some news to put Sweden on the map!" "Poor boys, I feel sorry for them" "So clumsy to get caught on film" "I know where he lives!" "I think the video is fake" "Love for the boys"

Sexualizing Comments "Royal porn" "Sexy" "Love" "Sexiest video ever"

Negative Comments "How will the monarchy survive this?" "The end of the royal family, time for Sweden to become a republic!" "Never been ashamed about being Swedish until now" "Class traitor! Your mother cries for your sins"

Now, there are quite a few things I want to point out about Sweden that I feel should be taken into account here. Of course, we don't know the exact dates that the show took place, but we do know it is modern-day, and though it is a work of fiction, I am going to assume that anything that is currently true in Sweden at the moment, give or take a few years, would also be true in the Young Royals universe.

The first point I would like to make is that Sweden is one of the most LGBT-friendly countries, even being named the most friendly country in 2019. Looking back in history, 1944 was when Sweden decriminalized sexual relationships between consenting adults of the same sex, though it was still thought to be an illness. However, in 1979 it was no longer considered an illness. Fun unrelated fact, but Sweden was the first country to legalize gender change in 1979. (If you'd like to read more on LGBT rights in Sweden here are some resources. One. Two.) If Sweden is that progressive and is that LGBT-friendly, then I wondered what the problem was with Willie coming out, so I dug some more.

I'm American, so my understanding of many parts of the world is unfortunately skewed or incomplete, but I'm working on changing that. However, because of this, one thing that surprised me in my research was that the monarchy in Sweden is more of a unifying symbol than anything else. They have no political affinity or formal powers, but rather "the King’s duties are mainly of a ceremonial and representative nature." Of course in the case of Young Royals, the Queen inherited the throne, and Wilhelm would after her.

Something else I found interesting about the monarchy in Sweden is that the current Queen, Queen Silvia, did not come from a line of nobility, so when Queen Silvia and King Carl Gustaf married in 1976, it was highly unusual. (See more on the Swedish monarchy here.)

There is one last thing I want to point out about the current King and Queen. "In summer 2000, King Carl XVI Gustaf and Queen Silvia of Sweden made history when they ate under the rainbow flag at Djurgårdsterrassen, a Stockholm restaurant owned by gay owner Arto Winter. At that time, the decision was seen as controversial, and played a valuable role in moving conversations forward – while making the royals’ position abundantly clear." (Source)

Now, of course, I understand the difference between a fictional work and real-life situations, but at least in my opinion, these same ideals should carry through to the show that we see. If the King and Queen in real life have been openly supportive of the LGBT community since at least 2000, then although specifics might not be the same, some of those ideals should carry through to Young Royals, so what is the problem, right?

I'm not trying to erase the reality of homophobia altogether, because of course, that exists. We even see in the show through comments that there are some people who are worried about the state of the monarchy, are disgusted, or downright still think that not being straight is a sin, but we also see other comments as well. If Wilhelm were to come out, what would happen? Would there be some backlash? 100%. Would there be people who would support him? Also 100%. Would it make his life harder? Probably, but would he be happier? In my opinion, yes, but I guess that's a question that Wilhelm would have to gauge on his own.

Now I want to look deeper at the conversation that Wille has with his mother, the Queen, in the car on the way home so he can give a statement to the media. Below is an excerpt from their dialogue.

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Wilhelm: Why can't I just have a relationship with him? And not say anything. Just live a normal life.

Queen: You're the crown prince. And that's a privilege, not a punishment.

Wilhelm: Yes, but I didn't ask for this!

Queen: Well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this! You are the only one who can take over the throne after Erik. Don't you understand that? You are so young. When you're young, love feels like the most important thing in the whole world. When I was your age, I too had an unfortunate romance. That was before I met your father. What I mean is, is it worth it? If you feel that the attention you've been getting so far is unacceptable, it's nothing compared to what you will endure for the rest of your life. We have a chance to cover this up, I urge you to take that chance. You may not get another."

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Something I find interesting is how much Willie just wants to live a normal life, which I get. He is under so much pressure, from being a role model, his brother's death that he hasn't even had time to process, preparing to be king someday, and (kind of) being outed to the entire world, but at least his school. It's enough to make anyone want to live normally. I think the biggest thing we have to think about here is the Queen's question as well. Is it worth it? She is right of course, the attention he will get will always be there, but I do think that Willie would be able to find a way to be happy along with being King. It shouldn't have to be a case of either-or, and ultimately I don't think it is.

Now I'm going to move back to Erik, and really, this ties everything back to the start where I mentioned I had a different take on Erik's reaction to Willie being not straight. I think that Erik already knew. It would make sense for a variety of reasons. In the show, it is obvious that the two of them have a good relationship. We also hear Erik tell Willie, "you can trust him, he's like a brother," in episode one when speaking about August, showing that trust is something strong between them as brothers. I'm not exactly sure how old Wilhelm is meant to be in the show, but I estimate somewhere around sixteen. I would like to assume that sometime before attending Hillerska, he may have had a crush or felt some attraction to a guy. We also can see from their phone call in episode three, that they're not afraid to joke around with each other about such things, meaning that Erik would most likely be the first person that Willie would go to about such things.

Another thing that makes me believe Erik already knew has to do with people assuming that Simon is the first guy that Willie has liked. Now, I know things are not the same for everyone, but if we consider what happens when the video is posted, and Willie had to deny it is him, we can conclude that being anything other than straight in their family is not okay, simply because they are royals, and the media attention will be too much. Imagine you've known your whole life, you can't be something, the first instance you encounter that, you're probably not going to give in right away. I'm talking at least some minor internalized homophobia here or something.

So put that into the context of Simon and Willie's first kiss in episode two. Simon kisses Willie twice before Willie says "Well, I'm not... I'm not... Stop! Wait, wait, wait!" and immediately pulls Simon back towards him. Let's reflect back to episode one where Willie says "I’m not… I’m not allowed to speak about political issues." I'm not allowed. Of course, there are TONS of restrictions on what he can and can not do, kissing guys, probably being one of them. But if he was going to say I'm not gay or I'm not like that, why would he instantly pull him back in, contrasting what he was just going to say. In episode three, Willie does say, "I'm not like that," which makes sense. He's had time to think and isn't in the heat of the moment. What other explanation can he give? Sure, he could say he's not allowed to be like that but saying that would admit that he is. It's a circle, a very messy circle, but it is a... loop.

Going back to what I'm supposed to be talking about here, Erik. This isn't Willie's first rodeo, but Erik was there for the first. One last thing I want to talk about is the phone call that Erik and Willie have in episode three. Below is an excerpt from their dialogue.

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Erik: You've met someone.

Wilhelm: I, uh... Yes, okay, but I... I don't think we're a couple or anything. I don't know what it is but can we just...

Erik: I get it. I get it. You don't have to tell me any... I don't wanna hear any details. Hey. Willie, enjoy yourself. Soon enough people will start having opinions and-

Wilhelm: They don't care about me. 'Cause you're the Crown Prince that they have opinions.

Erik: I don't get it. Why are you sitting in your room sulking when you have a crush to hang out with?

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Firstly, Erik refers to Willie's crush as completely gender-neutral. "You've met someone" could very easily be "you've met a girl". The same goes for "you have a crush to hang out with". Very well could have been "you have a girl to hang out with". Sure, it could be completely coincidental, but we live in such a heteronormative society that it would just make sense for Erik to use female-gendered words. Unless, of course, he knew.

Secondly, "Hey. Willie, enjoy yourself. Soon enough people will start having opinions". This sounds very much to me like, enjoy your time while you can be yourself without backlash because soon you won't have that privacy. While I feel that, yes, the same may happen with anyone Willie was to date, him having a same-sex partner multiplies that, by a lot.

In conclusion, Erik knew Willie was not straight, Willie should come out, but when he is ready, and August is a really deep character that people don't give enough credit to. Gosh, I hope I covered everything, I probably forgot so much, but it's fine. Please let me know your thoughts if you've made it this far into the post.

One last thing. I hope you'll notice how in this post, I never referred specifically to Wilhelm's sexuality, and I did that for a reason. I often see gay used to label him, and though I am unsure if that's being used as an umbrella term or specifically as in he only likes men, I think it's really important to realize that they're specifically making him unlabeled. In this youtube video Edvin Ryding, the actor who plays Wilhelm, says "What we're trying to do... We're not labeling Wilhelm's sexuality. I think that's good because it's like, it portrays that it's okay that way too. You don't have to. You shouldn't have to come out. It should be allowed to be a bit fluid, a bit out there." I just think that it is important as it's another type of representation that is not seen often.

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essaysbyciara · 3 years

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Birthday Candles [Fireworks Pt. II] | Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader

FIREWORKS

Warnings: Language, lightweight smut thoughts

Peace! Back with the continuation to “Fireworks”. Much love to everyone who asked for a part two. Link to the origin story is above! *bankhead bounces into the atmosphere*

Light prayers rip off your tongue as the bass from Kill’s car rips through the parking lot of your apartment complex. The muffled sounds of Jeezy’s “Ya Digg” snitch on his age. You’re glad to know that Kill is as grown as he made himself out to be.

yo i’m outside

You don’t mind Kill’s lack of chivalry. No need for him to know exactly where you lived just yet. It was just a few hours ago that he was your favorite IG thirst trap and now he has your heart trapped in all the right ways after a brief introduction in a nearby park. The traits his aunties taught him come out once you come out of your door. He exits his car to greet you with that same hug that damn near swallowed you into the Earth’s core. He still smells of cognac, cigarellos and department store cologne.

You and Kill stare at each other without the proper words to move this conversation forward. It brings you back to your afternoon at Care Park where it almost felt like Kill didn’t really care about you. Earlier in the day, he lobbed a DM at you inquiring if you had time to swing by a cookout he and his crew were hosting for the 4th of July. Beyond some double taps and a comment or two, you and he hadn’t established any real communication, this would your first time to get to know him beyond his sweaty yet sexy gym selfies. The only talks that happened took place in your daydreams, the ones that those sexy IG stories ignited.

Your first time to speak beyond emojis was when he sauntered up to you and your friend carrying two bottles of deep brown alcohol and thick bodies. One empty bottle and escort to the food table later and you were just basking in the Black joy of the neighborhood that surrounded you. All minus the man who invited you there in the first place. Kill was nowhere to be found.

Kill finds words to break the ice. “Yo, I’m sorry about earlier. I was trying to get to you but…” He’s “Kill” to his friends, “Erik” to his family. Kill couldn’t sneak some time away from the homies who needed soundboards for their latest hood stories and the ladies who needed his help putting up hooded tents to block out the heat. Kill felt heat from you the moment you pulled up to the park.

IG didn’t do you any justice. Knocked back by your beautiful skin and skin tight dress, Kill quickly dapped up his friend who coaxed him into messaging you a green light to swing through. He had to give him his necessary props.

“No, I get it. There was a lot going on out there. We’re good.” Good wasn’t even the best word to describe how Kill looked under these parking lot lights. His gold caps glinted under the fabricated sunbeams transforming him into a sexy menace who made you feel safe and made sure you ate despite your nerves. He earned points -- and a second chance -- off that alone.

“Aight, cool cool … you ready to go?”

“Back to the park?”

“Yeah. Unless you wanna roll somewhere else?”

“I mean, that last time I was there, we didn’t really get to talk so…”

Kill raises his left eyebrow and nods his head with all due respect. You were right. Why go back to the scene of his mishap where you had to share him with the streets and the sweet ladies? Your mind races of where to go. Your body and all things fluidly connected to it is ready to invite Kill inside of your place and sacred space. Kill would love to see the inside of your apartment as well. And you. In due time.

A break in your plotting and scheming comes when your phone starts to vibrate violently in your right hand. Kill looks at you with bewilderment and confusion; why are you letting your phone ring off into voicemail? Maybe there’s another paramore or suitor vying for your attention? Looking at you, Kill isn’t surprised if that is the case. But having him drive out to your house doesn’t make sense if someone else is already calling your house a second home, especially after he blew his first chance with you.

He shakes it off. There’s no room for doubt inside of his old-school Black Acura.

Kill bends the road’s curves with the best of them all while taking quick glimpses at you as he sits at a never-ending string of stoplights. It does give you both a brief chance of privacy before you two land back near Care Park. You caved at returning. It wasn’t your fault: your city was pretty-old school, everything but the gas station and the convenience store closed early for the holiday.

“You probably don’t wanna hear rap shit, my bad.” Kill swipes through his Spotify at a rapid pace to beat the light.

If you let me, let me come outside … I’ll keep you, I’ll keep you satisfied tonight...

Melting, that is you. How would Kill know that Intro’s “Come Inside” is one of your favorite love songs of all-time? It takes you back to a time when you yearned to be desired, loved and lusted after by the man of your dreams. Now that’s your present and it’s taking the strength of ten goliaths to keep you from jumping into your present’s lap. Damn the streets, roads, causeways and byways.

Kill catches you serenading his passenger’s side window. “You don’t know nothing about this, chill.”

“I don’t know Intro?! Quiet Storm radio raised me. Don’t play me with that.”

During those late nights and early mornings, Anita Baker taught you about quiet desire. Rick James schooled you on fire. Boyz II Men played the boys next door who wanted to make love to you and Jodeci acted as the neighborhood bad boys who fought to get Nathan, Michael, Shawn and Wayna out of the way so they could fuck your brains out. Maxwell gave you a lesson in the luxuries of that cocoa-kissed love and Sade prepped you for the sweetest taboo. Your ear to the radio got you ready for this very moment, a moment that up until one pm today felt so damn out of reach.

Kill reaches for your door. Again, chivalry ain’t dead. He weaves you through a packed front yard towards a back porch empty of the crowds from earlier. Weed smoke travels from the house. So do the sounds of Polo G.

“You hungry, baby?” Kill tosses his car keys onto the rusting iron-and-glass table. That question wasn’t coming from him but rather this sweet and grandeur voice from beyond the screen door. Kill looks at you for an answer. Your shaking head gives a definite yes.

“Yeah, grandma. Is there peach cobbler left?”

“Yes, Erik. Come in and grab you and your pretty new friend a piece.”

Kill makes sure to watch out for the hawks as you sit on the back porch waiting for what you know will be one of the sweetest treats of your life. But as he stands guard, Kill’s favorite cousin, King, bursts into the kitchen with another story to tell. Apparently you and your friend were right to leave: one of those fireworks did hit a car. The damage was foul. Luckily the car hit belongs to the dude letting off the hood’s annual shooting stars. A hard lesson to learn.

While it confirms your earlier decision to bounce before it got too hot to trot, it triggers you. It feels as if history is repeating itself. Here you are sitting outside only to have Kill be occupied by everyone else's glory but you. The longer you scroll through Instagram, the faster you lose grace. You no longer hear what you learned to be Kill’s deep-baritone-dripped laughter. You know damn well that he didn’t just leave the house altogether. You stretch your head into the kitchen’s view. There you see a flickering orb and Kill’s sexy hands carrying it.

“Happy birthday, beautiful.”

Every hood dude has a soft side.

A single silver birthday candle is trying its best to stand tall in a piece of deliciously-dripping peach cobbler. Your IG story gave your Earth day away. Kill saw your birthday post as he tried to ignore another one of his cousin’s wild-ass stories. The time you felt Erik was taking away from you was taken digging through junk drawers and kitchen cabinets to find the stash of party-store candles somewhere inside of his cousin’s house.

He couldn’t believe you didn’t say anything to him about it. Maybe you didn’t want a turn-up. Maybe you wanted to not make tonight about you. All he knows is that your humility and grace are a welcomed change and he can’t wait to bask in it.

You playfully poke out your bottom lip in a love-language-drenched approval. This is a more beautiful way to usher in your birthday than through the plethora of texts, phone calls and Facebook alerts flooding your phone. The ones you’ve been ignoring to give Kill all the deserved time in the world.

“You gotta make a wish before you blow it out…”

You being here with him is a wish granted.

(read part three here.)

#erik stevens x reader #Erik killmonger x Reader #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens fanfiction

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truglori · 3 years

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Game Night...

(Heads I win...Tails you lose)

Synopsis: Game night at Erik’s crib with a twist...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Plus size OC

Warning: Language, Smutt

A.N- Inspiration was this picture

It was Game Night at Erik’s. He held them every other Saturday night and it was starting to become a ritual for Kaila to attend within the last month. When being surrounded by coworkers ,who became good friends, food, drinks, and music how could anyone turn down a time like this. Along with his beautiful luxurious bachelor’s pad Erik made a pretty good host.

Everything from wings with different flavors, a meat and cheese board, warm soft cinnamon pretzel bites, chicken and beef quesadillas, as well as different chocolates and chilled high class wine ,that Kaila wasn’t used to, had covered his antique walnut wooden dining table. Like she thought, he was a great host who had great taste and wasn’t cheap at all.

Standing in front of the miniature buffet with an empty plate Kaila was indecisive on what to get and how much. Still fresh to the friend group she was conscious on how much she ate in front of people that she wasn’t really comfortable with yet. Out of the six times she’s been here this was only her second time eating with them after getting pressured by her cubicle buddy ,Celina, telling her to make a plate before everything was gone.

Hearing the chatter coming from the livingroom, Kaila decided on a few slices of the quesadillas instead of the wings. She didn’t want to look like a pig knowing that she would try to suck the sauce off of her fingers afterwards. Filling up her red plastic cup with the cool wine she headed back into the huge living area. Spotting her purse and coat she sat in her spot and cuddled up with her belongings.

“See I told you, the food is good.” Celina smiled while sipping on her wine. She brought a hand to her hair stroking the box braids and giggled.

Kaila noticed that she had three cups prior so she knew that she was starting to become loose.

Laughing with her, Kaila shook her head and dug into her finger food. Looking at the small group she wondered how she was able to fit in with them. The group consisted of three women and three guys, Erik including as one of them. Every single person in their clique was extremely attractive and in shape. Her body type did not belong at all. There was always rumors going around the office about them setting up date nights to throw orgy parties. At least that’s what people assumed because they were so tight and never invited anyone else.

But Kaila had to take a chance and ask, since her desk buddy was a part of the famous group. So one day she asked Celina if it was true only to earn one of the most hysterical laughs in her face. She shut it down immediately and informed her the reason behind their closeness was because they all trained and got hired for their jobs at the exact same time and have been inseparable since.

Celina thought it was funny and invited her out so she could see that she wasn’t lying. Kaila refused the first few times but gave in after Celina had another one of their members, Leah, tag team against her insisting that she’d come. Kaila wasn’t an extrovert at all. Her regular day included work, talking on the phone with her baby sister who was away for college, and tv time with her cat, Snuggles.But she wanted to change that so she made Game Night at Erik’s a part of her weekend routines.

“Y’all mufuckas ready to get this bitch started.” Erik walked in finally making his presence known after being upstairs for half an hour. He was changed out of his work attire into something more relaxed. Nike grey sweats, a crisp white tshirt with his gold chains falling over it, and his Nike slides to match. His dreads were out of the braids that he only kept in while he was at work, now they were wild and free.

Kaila took in his frame. She watched as his muscles flexed from the slightest movements. Twisting open his personal bottle of Hennessy, she watched him take a long swig and shaking his head at the taste afterwards. She did a short giggle when she seen him hiss making his gold canines show. When Erik’s eyes turn to her direction she quickly averted her gaze to everyone else praying that she didn’t get caught staring.

This crush that she had for him was starting to be too much. At first she thought it would go away once she would find out that his body and personality didn’t mix but it became worst when she started to hang out with them. Erik was nothing like how she thought of him to be. Before hand she for sure figured him out as a smug and arrogant jerk but he was the total opposite. He was such a gentleman, sweet, and a charmer when it came to the ladies.

The littlest things he did like hold the door for her, or making sure that she wasn’t the last one going into a building whenever they went out for lunch to grab coffee. Kaila was falling for all of it. But after hanging out with them for so long Kaila noticed a few things about him. Yes, Erik was a sweetheart but he had a rough edge to him. When the drinks were in his system Erik liked to talk his shit, and he was nasty with it too. Of course all of the girls in the group would openly let him know that he could fuck if he wanted to. All except Kaila, she would never make a statement as bold as that no matter how much alcohol she had.

“About time nigga. The hell was you doing back there?” One of the guys, Tyler asked sitting in between Leah’s legs on the floor.

“My shit, my business bitch ass nigga.” Erik retorted playfully. He walked in front of his coffee table sitting in his chair. On the table had a display of all types of games. He sorted through them taking his time.

“Erik hurry up and pick a gamee.” Celina whined as she still sipped.

Glancing up he eyed everyone briefly. “The fuck is it, rush Erik night or sumn shit. Y’all niggas know without this y’all wouldn’t have shit else to do so calm the fuck down for I throw all y’all ass out.” He laughed drinking out his bottle.

“Hold up I didn’t say shit. I hope that’s not for everyone.” The thick dark skin girl who’s name was Keisha came in and sat down. Kaila thought she was the prettiest.

“Nah not you Keisha, you know you my boo.” He smirked.

She giggled doing the “period” motion with her hand. Kaila smiled sitting her plate on the floor beside her making a mental reminder to throw it away before she leaves.

Erik cleared his throat picking up a box. “Aight I got one. Do or Drink!” Sitting the other games to the side he placed the box in the middle.

Groanes and curses came from the other people. Kaila faced them amused with their reaction wondering what was wrong with the game he chosed.

“No Erik you always pick this game.” Leah flopped her hands to the side of her.

“Yeah I don’t like this one bae. You be making everybody drink and get drunk while playing this. Can we play something else.” Keisha sighed picking up her glass.

“No y’all only get drunk cause y’all mufuckas don’t know how to drink or hold ya liquor. Besides she ain’t never played this with us yet.” He spoke sorting the cards.

All of the attention went towards Kaila. Trying her best to shrink in her side of the couch she felt her cheeks heat up. Kaila hated when she was put on the spotlight in front of everybody. Bringing her cup to her mouth she sipped some hoping to calm her nerves.

“Kaila you ain’t never played this with us?” Troy asked.

Shaking her head she smiled timidly. “No but I guess I will tonight.”

“Kaila the game is real simple, all you have to do is draw a card, read it aloud so that everyone can hear you and you can either choose to do what it says or drink instead. Don’t worry about all that extra shit. Got it?” Erik asked her shuffling the deck.

“Yeah I got it.” She answered softly.

When he eyed her up and down part of her had to clenched her thighs to keep the wetness she felt down there from damping her panties and the other part wanted to run away from his gaze. The way he looked with his dreads covering his eyes was so enticing and it had her excited. Something she haven’t felt with a man in almost two years.

There was an order on how the rotation went. It was Celina, Keisha, Troy, Tyler, Leah, Erik, and lastly Kaila. She was okay with going last just to see how the game was to be played. It was easy to catch on to after the first few turns. Some of the draws that Kaila picked up were to risky for her so she had to drink for not doing them. Because she didn’t drink hard liquor Erik allowed her to take shots of the wine but for everyone else it was either tequila or some of his Hennessy. She was definitely starting to feel warm from the drinking she’s been doing.

Now it was going on the second round and it was Leah’s go,she had to draw a card. “Okay it says let the group go through your phones photo gallery for 60 seconds. Do this or take two shots?” She threw her card down looking for the shot glass.

Erik jumped up from his seat. “Unh uh hand it over. You passed the last time. Gimme your fuckin phone.” He chuckled walking near her.

Kaila laughed watching Leah try to keep her phone away from him but failed due to his tall and bulky stature taking it clean straight out of her hands. He held the IPhone to her face unlocking it and went to her gallery. Erik’s eyes went from entertained to lustful within seconds. Sucking in his bottom lip he glanced back at Leah.

“Damn girl. Yo shit pretty as fuck.” His low voice crept throughout the room. His eyes traveled down to her covered area.

Kaila, knowing what he was referring to, felt herself get jealous and turned on at the same time. She wanted him to look at her like that and speak to her the same way but she was to shy to say anything.

“Nigga let me see.” Tyler hopped up standing next to him. His mouth dropping when he saw whatever that was on the screen. “Damn Leah.”

Rolling her eyes Leah snatched her phone from their view. “Okay y’all niggas not bout to be fantasizing over my pussy.” She sat back on her end of the couch.

Erik shook his head walking to his chair. Picking up a card he read silently before trying to pick a new one. Celina sat up when she saw him and called him out.

“Uh Erik you never skip cards. What you doing baby boy?” She sat on the edge.

Erik smack his lips. “Nah not that one. Plus it’s my shit I could do whatever I want.” He spoke lowly going to the next card.

Keisha got up walking over to him. “No let me see the card because I ain’t never seen you skip one a day since I met you.” She tried picking it up but Erik snatched it away.

“Chill Keisha, watch out.” He grabbed her wrist lightly.

Keisha laughed. “Boy stop playing with me and let me see.”

Distracted by her going back and forth with him Erik wasn’t aware of Celina sneaking around the other side of him and successfully grabbing the card. She ran behind the couch and read it.

“Let’s see why Stevens was act like a pussy.” She slurred her words. “It’s says motorboat the person to the right of you for 15 seconds, even if they don’t have boobs. Do this or take three shots?”

Everyone looked to the right of him. Sitting at the end of the couch left only one person, Kaila. For the second time that night all eyes was on her. She wished that she could find a hole to crawl in and just die but that wasn’t possible for her. Hearing Celina read the card had her wishing that she would have just left it alone when he skipped the first time. She was embarrassed but she didn’t know if it was because the card dared him to put his face in her titties or that he wanted to skip the turn.

“Celina sit your drunk ass down and just leave the card alone.” Leah grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

“Oops sorry.” She burped putting the card back.

There was silence for a few minutes. For almost the whole night Kaila skipped her turn or declined when someone had to do something to her causing them to lose. She didn’t want to be the party pooper of the hour so she spoke up.

“You can do it if you want.” Her voice coming out lightly. Avoiding the stares from the others her eyes stayed on Erik’s.

His brows lifted up surprised. “Look don’t let Celina’s drunk ass pressure you into something you not down for Kaila.” The way he said her name made her squirm and Erik peeped it himself.

“She wasn’t but if you don’t want to I get it-“ She stopped her sentence when he stood up from his chair.

His body was now in front of hers. Kaila couldn’t help quickly glancing at the print that stuck out through his sweats. The feeling of his hand under her chin tilted it up startled her a bit.

“You wanna do this out here or we can go somewhere private? It’s up to you.”

The room was now quiet as everyone watched the two under the influence and yet still drinking from their cups. Kaila nodded as she stood up signaling that she would rather do it somewhere not in front of them. Stepping to the side she went in front of him and felt his hand on the small of her back.

“Don’t take longer than 15 seconds.” Celina laughed sticking her tongue out when they briefly looked back at her.

Kaila looked around aimlessly as Erik led her down his dark hallway. The only thing that could be seen was the faint wall art from the infrequent lightening outside that came through his windows due to the rainstorm they were going to have tonight. The closer they were to their destination the more the butterflies in Kaila’s stomach start to appear one by one.

“Here we are.” Erik pushed a tall black door opened revealing his master bedroom.

Kaila didn’t stop her eyes from wondering as she looked around. The theme color to his room was black and red. His king sized bed was placed in the middle with a Versace Medusa logo cover resting on top. Laying on the ground next to it was a large black and gold Persian rug. But what caught her attention was the wide mirror that was over his bed.

“You have a nice room Erik.” She sent him a light smile standing in the middle of the floor.

Erik closed his door with the weight of his body. He smirked watching her stand there timidly barely keeping eye contact with him. Erik knew that Kaila had some sort of crush on him but he never said anything about it because he didn’t want to embarrass her. She was always shy around him but was okay with talking to everyone else in the group. Erik couldn’t stand that shit. Watching her round face give her sweet smile to Troy and Tyler always made him jealous. He wanted to be the one to put it on her face but could never get the chance with her always running away from him.

Before she became a part of their group Erik already noticed Kaila around the office. The curve of her wide hips and thickness of her thighs that she would cover up lured him into her. There would be days when she wasn’t wearing her turtleneck and he could finally get a peak at her smooth and chocolate double D’s along with a whiff of her perfume. Erik’s mouth would began to salvitate as he became curious wondering how they would taste. Now he had the chance.

“Thank you. I appreciate that baby.” He chuckled walking to stand in front of her.

Kaila’s eyes averted down at the new pet name. Looking back up, his russet eyes met her chestnut colored ones. His teeth held the full bottom flesh between them. The moment she inhaled for the first time with their closeness Kaila smelled his cologne that sent signals down to her vagina. She could feel the sticky wetness that he was created and he hadn’t even touch her. Her chest rose and fell as her breath hiked up.

“So you ready? It’s only 15 seconds.” The sound of his deep voice had her doing kegals on an imaginary dick.

“Yeah let’s do this.”

The sudden movements of his hands going up to her breast spooked her. Wearing an off the shoulder ribbed dark grey long sleeve tub top Kaila was able to feel his fingertips against her skin. She did a soft moan from the contact hoping that he didn’t hear.

“Big ass fucking titties.” Erik spoke out loud not caring if she heard him or not.

He began to grope them. Bringing his hands to the cuff of them he played with her breast. Lifting them up and down. All of a sudden he was like a kid in a candy store. Kaila could feel her nipples harden on his hands, that frequently rubbed against them. She bit her lip.

Erik smirked watching her get aroused in front of him. He could feel the pebbles turning into rocks from his touch and when he saw her suck on her bottom lip his dick jumped. Wasting no time he lifted her breast up and dove straight in face first. With the combination or her soft titties and her scent Erik’s dick started to get rock hard. He knew then that he now wanted to add titty fucking to the list of nasty shit he wanted to do to her.

“Mm.” Kaila tried her best hide her moan. She didn’t want him to think she was a prude for moaning at something as little as this. It was all a part of a game for goodness sake, but she couldn’t help it. Reaching up she gripped his dreads holding on to him while he moved his head side to side.

The fifteen seconds was long and over with but he was still down there. What was only supposed to be a quick playful motorboat session turned into love bites and delicate sucks. Erik took his time placing a kiss on to each breast. Tracing his tongue over them and then giving a soft suck. He could hear her trying to suppress her moans, but he was working for them and wanted to hear them clearly.

Reaching behind her he slid his hands around her thick waist and then traveled down to her ass. Gripping her cheeks roughly through her leggings he pulled her body into his pressing her down on his thick and solid member. Still continuing his sucks on her breast he groaned hearing her give in.

“Erikk.” Kaila felt the flutters in her stomach and her toes curl when she felt his package bump her area.

“Hmm?” He was now moving up to her exposed neck never losening his grip on her ass.

“The game.” Her words came out as a whine.

“Fuck it. You can’t tell me you not tryna let me fuck right now. Letting me suck on you and shit. I know you wet as fuck down there.” The confidence he spoke with had her dripping even more.

Kaila brought her hands up to his biceps. She turned her head to give him more space to kiss. Squeals left her mouth every time he would grip her cheeks separating them. Kaila wanted to submit badly but was still undecided as she worried about the others listening to what could happen in this room.

Erik pulled away from her seeing that she was hesitant. That’s when an idea popped into his head. His dick was too hard for him to leave without feeling any type of warmth. Going into his nightstand he found the coin and flipped it before walking back to her.

“Alright I have this coin here that’ll decide on what I can receive from you. Since you’re so worried about that dumb ass game out there. We can play our own.”

Kaila’s knitted with confusion but she was curious.

“What type of game?” Her soft voice asked.

Erik licked his lips as she watched hers move. He tugged on her lower lip with his thumb and index finger before showing her the coin and handing it to her.

“If it flips on head I get some pussy and if it flips on tails I get some head. You down?” Stepping in her space he bent his head kissing on her neck. She was so soft to him and it was hard for him to stop.

Kaila observed the gold naughty coin. She never tried anything like this in her 24 years of living. It was new and exciting and with Erik being the person behind it tempting her, she wanted to give it a chance.

“Okay. You flip?” She handed the coin back rubbing her sweaty palms up and down her black leggings.

Taking the coin he strolled over to his bed. Sitting on the edge of it he patted the space next to it offering her a seat. Kaila worked up the nerve to walk over from the liquid courage that she was feeling from the wine. It was making her feel frisky and horny all in one. She sat next to him and smiled sheepishly.

Erik leaned back and smirked. He wrapped an arm behind her as he got ready to flip the coin. “Heads I win...Tails you lose.” He chuckled as she understood the double meaning.

He tossed it up just a few feet above them and caught it quickly with the same hand.

“Hold your hand out.” He demanded and placed the coin flat on her palm. There was a pause for a few seconds before he lifted his hand. It landed on tails.

“Hope you know how to suck some dick.” He reached his hand behind her smacking her ass.

Kaila got up and stood in front of him. Rolling her eyes at his cockiness she pulled her braids up into a bun wrapping them around to keep them out of the way. She pushed him back causing him to lean on his elbows. Getting on her knees he started to rock his leg side to side. Tugging at his sweats she pulled them down along with his briefs making his semi-hard long and girthy length pop out. From the size alone Kaila got intimidated know that if he knew how to work with it he would make her go crazy.

Erik pulled on the hem of his shirt hiking it up to show his abs. He reached down grabbing the base of his dick whirling it back and forth. “I don’t wanna feel no teeth. You hear me?” His command coming out crystal clear.

Nodding her head Kaila leaned forward giving him a gentle kiss. The thick mushroom tip felt good against her lips. She hasn’t been with a man in almost two years so she wasn’t sure if she still had it. But tonight she would find out knowing that Erik would have no problem letting her know.

Getting her mouth wet she let a long sting of saliva drip on to his length. Sticking out her tongue she ran it against the sides wetting his stick up before taking him into her mouth whole. Erik was a challenge so she wasn’t going to get him down in one fit. She’d have to work her way down. She let him slide in and out of her mouth twirling her head when she would reach his tip. Taking one of her free hands she stroked his shaft while shoving her other hand in her leggings rubbing her clit. The feeling of having a dick grow in her mouth made Kaila’s pussy drip and nipples hard.

Looking up she watched as Erik kept his eyes on her. His jaws tightening from her locked jaw that she had on him. The ‘gawking’ sound coming from her made his balls jump. Erik’s eyes now became low as he reached for her braids unraveling the bun and created a ponytail with his fist.

“That’s how you sucking Daddy dick?” He asked surprise as he now sat up leaning on his free hand watching her perform her work of art.

When she felt him hit the back of her throat she answered him on purpose so that he could feel the vibrations. “Mmhm.”

“Ahh SHIT!” Erik threw his head back feeling how her throat had clenched around him. Kaila surprise the fuck out of him. He never expected a head monster behind that quiet little desktop bookworm facade she had put on, but everyone know that they be the main freaks.

She was sucking his shit sloppy just the way he liked it. Her tight warm jaws had his heads in the clouds. Kaila’s head game was starting to get so good Erik felt like he had to do or say something to throw her off.

“Let Daddy slut this muthafucking throat out....gah damnn.” Standing up he lifted his crisp white shirt up to his mouth tucking it in between his teeth. Grabbing her braids and making a ponytail with one hand he cupped her chin with the other as he fucked her throat.

When the spit began to run down her chin and hit her top it reminded Erik of her big chocolate melons that he wanted to fall asleep on. He had got to feel them now he wanted to see them.

“Pull them big ass fuckin titties out.” He spoke with his shirt still clenched in his teeth making his dimples show.

Kaila heard comply to his orders. She pulled the top down and her strapless bra up and began to play with her nipples for him. Using the spit that dripped on her chest she rubbed it on her pebbles as her mouth became wetter with her arousal. She brought a hand back into her pants and tweaked her nub.

Erik watched her play with herself knowing that head wasn’t the only thing he was trying to get from her for the night. If she could suck dick this good he only imagine what that pussy was feeling like.

“Mouth to fuckin good to not try and fuck. You gon give me sum pussy after?” His hips still stroking in her mouth. Kaila tried to push him out by his thighs but he pushed her hands away. “Move them fuckin hands and answer my question.”

Closing her eyes trying to breathe through her nose she nodded her head. Erik smirked as he pulled out of her mouth. Dick standing up and dripping with her saliva.

“Get yo ass on this bed.” He took off his shirt and stepped out of his sweats and underwear leaving him in his naked glory.

Kaila got on the bed, kicking of her shoes she laid on her back looking at herself in his mirror that was above them before she felt him pulling at her leggings. She squealed from the quick action lifting up to help him get them off. The moment the air touched her thighs she grew self conscious of her appearance. Erik noticed when he opened her thighs climbing between them.

“Instead of being worried bout how thick these thighs are you should be worried about how you gon take this dick.” He leaned up and tapped his heavy meat on her covered clit.

“Ooh.” Out of reaction Kaila moaned and shut her thighs closed.

Erik grabbing them and pushing them back to their previous position. “Unh uh. Open ya fuckin legs. I know you got some good warm wet ass pussy. I can feel the heat coming off that muthafucka and I ain’t pull ya panties to the side yet.”

His dirty talk was making her pussy throb. Kaila wanted to feel that heavy dick split her open even if she cried right after. Erik spoke with big dick energy because he know he had big dick to deliver.

“I want some dick.” Her shy hushed words coming out. Kaila didn’t usually speak like this but Erik brought it out of her.

He smirked and grabbed her the back of her thighs and lifted them up pushing them on her stomach. “Oh you gon get this dick, but I wanna eat this pussy first.”

Without warning he bent his head down between her thighs. Using his teeth he dragged her panties to the side. Kaila jump feeling his breath on her lower lips. She started to brace herself when she felt a long lick go up and down her slick coated slit. Taking his hand he used it to separate her meaty flesh. Her natural juices sticking to the sides

Erik groaned biting his lip. “Mm I know you be making niggas drown in this shit.” He watched her hole open and closed as he spoke to it.

Spitting on her clit he went straight to sucking on it. Erik had to stop her legs from snapping on his head. He used the all the upper strength he had to hold her thick thighs down all the while never letting up on her clit. Keeping his mouth around her he flicked the bud repeatedly. Her juices started to drip out already soaking his beard. The smell of her sex made his dick jump with anticipation. He was ready to feel her in some type of way. Bringing his tongue down he began to tongue fuck her tight hole. She clenched down on him as he slid in and out of her walls. Using his thumb he rubbed her clit adding to her pleasure

“Ohh fuuckk....I’m about to cum babyy.” Kaila covered her mouth to try and lower her whining moans but the way he stuck his tongue in her made it impossible.

“Let that shit out.” Smacking her inner thigh he went back sucking her clit. Erik felt how tight she was on his tongue. He knew he had to open her up a bit to get her ready for his dick. He took two fingers and slowly worked them into her.

Kaila lifted her hips to meet his strokes as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. The suction he was applying on her clit brought tears to her eyes. Her legs shook already giving out. Erik lifted up bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking her essence.

“I’ll have game night every day just to get up in this pussy.” He rubbed his tip against her clit. Using her natural lubricant he made himself slick enough and sat at her tight opening. Erik lifted her thighs back to as far as they were able to go and used the weight of his hips and thrusted inside of her.

“Ahh FUCK!! Gah damn. Wait a minute.” He pulled out instantly and closed his eyes. He chuckled lowly shaking his head. “You got me fucked up if you think I’m not beatin this shit down.” He gripped Kaila’s thighs pulling her to the edge of the bed. He had her at an angle and was standing up.

Kaila squeaked. “Erik wait don’t go too deep-“ She was cut off feeling him sink inside of her. Her arms flailing over as she gripped his sheet. Mouth ajar and formed into a silent ‘o’ as she felt herself getting stretched open to max she’s ever been.

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Erik wasn’t playing when he said he was going to beat her pussy up. The size or weight of her body didn’t stand a chance to him. He was in beast mode as he drilled her shit in. Kaila’s cry’s and moans fell on deaf ears as he was hitting her spot. No matter how much pushing at his chest she did, it didn’t change the pace or motion he was going in. She had already came on his dick two times but that didn’t mean anything to him.

Kaila whimpered as she brought her hands to his hips to try and stop him. “Daddyyy please l-I can’t.” She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit on her knuckles.

Erik ignored her knowing that she was only speaking because of the sensitivity of her pussy started to probably grow higher the more he stroked her out. The minute he felt her pussy wrapped around his dick Erik got stuck. Her warm and gushy walls clenching him every time he tried to pull out. There was no way she wanted him out of this pussy.

“Move ya fucking hand and take some dick.” He barked as his dreads hung over his eyes and chain swung low. He pulled out tapping on her clit only to slide back in deeper this time.

“Unh..okayy.” She cried frustrated that she couldn’t run

He had her thick frame bended up like a pretzel. Looking between their bodies that was starting to sweat up, Erik watched the way he slid in and out of her. Her coat attached on to his dick. The way he could see her pussy throb around him. But the way she would involuntarily clenched her walls around him when he would pull out only leaving his tip in had her flipping Erik’s crazy switch.

Erik wanted to laugh when he saw the tremble in her lower lip and her tears coming out the corner of her eyes. He was giving her that good dick and he loved watching her get ruined in front of his face. Leaning over her he started to suck her nipples while his stroke never faltered.

Glancing up at the cieling Kaila watched him stroke deep inside of her in the mirror. The rotation of his hips along with his slight curve he had on his dick was sending her to another dimension. He was digging so deep inside of her it had her mind making up scenarios of having a family with him. It was the way he stroked her and fed on her nipples at the same time that had her seeing stars on his wall.

Kaila gripped his dreads. She moaned and whimpered with panted breaths. She couldn’t control the level of her voice. When his strokes were short and fast she’d moan but when he started tapping at her bottom her toes would curl and she’d whimpered and shake underneath him. Kaila didn’t have a clue when she would be able to find another person to hit it the way he did or if there would be another at all.

“Ohh daddy....you so deep in my pussy.” Her sexy moans in his ear had Erik ready to bust. He lifted from her tittes and gave her a nasty kiss. Tongue and all. Kaila moaned and clenched down onto him. Erik’s fingers dug into her skin and sucked on her lip.

“You gon let me nut in this tight ass pussy?” He whispered in her neck.

Kaila shook her head yes willing to agree with anything while he was laying that pipe on her. “Cum in me daddy.”

Erik wanted to hold off but the pussy was hitting too good. He stood back up and stroked until he bottomed out inside her. He’d always get his best nuts when he would go deep. Tucking his lip into his mouth his deep long strokes started to slow feeling his balls tightened. Erik closed his eyes when she gripped his meat and pulling his seed right out of him.

“Fuck!” He groaned and continued to stroke his nut out until he was empty. He pulled out of her with her cream coating his member.

His dick was still hard. Kaila was laying in the same position. Her thighs sore and unable to close from staying open that long. Sitting up she rested on her palms to observe him. Erik’s eyes was glued to her pussy before taking his hand and rubbing her clit.

“I can’t stay out this shit.” He licked his lips.

Kaila shyly smiled as she was about to speak when she heard laughing on the other side of the door.

“Now y’all niggas know them 15 seconds been up.” Celina stated loudly before laughing along with the others.

Her hand covered her mouth as embarrassment clouded her face. She pushed his hand away.

“See Erik I told you.” Kaila whined getting up.

“Wait,where you going?” He asked stepping in front of her.

“I’m going back to the game.”

“We not done here yet. Now come flip this coin to see what you could get. This head...or... this dick.”

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Please excuse any mistakes!

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