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alatusprinz · 2 years

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cute things they do + how they show their love

featuring : aether , albedo , itto , diluc , gorou , kazuha , kaeya , heizou , tighnari , xiao

Aether unconsciously stares at you with heart in his eyes. He never knows he's staring, and even he did it's not like he can control it. After all, how could he not when you're this... mesmerizing? His gaze would make you feel so loved, treasured and god, he adores you more than anything. He's never felt this way before, not when he experienced the birth and demise of countless stars, not when he first happened to fall upon this curious world full of adventures he never explicitly asked for. But good heavens, was it all damn worth it since amongst all the frenzy, he met you. His honey eyes glistened with a swirling sense of comfort, delight and appreciation every time you graced his sight with your beauty.

Albedo becomes clueless, for once. He's been called genius, brilliant and all that meaningless adjectives before, sure. But Albedo has never felt this clueless about anything until the met you. The oh-so-wise alchemist has no idea what to do when he starts unconsciously searching for your figure every corner he turns, chasing your shadows in the corners of his dreams. Every whim, every thought is suddenly laced with your scent- hypnotizing, pulling him deeper into your sweet allure. He notices small things about you, how you prefer your tea/coffee in the daytime, how you stare up to the ceiling when you're trying to remember something, even have a guess on what mood you're in from how you walk into his alchemy camp, looking even more divine than the last time he saw you. He swears he feels like he's losing control over his composure, yet he didn't know what to do for once. Except falling in love hopelessly with you, of course. Little did he know, you were aware of his feelings. How could you not be when his normally stoic face softens and quite majestically glows with fondness and adore whenever he saw you?

Itto wishes to include you in everything he does. Now, basic things like Onikabuto-picking or Arataki gang "conferences" aside, Itto wants to make you feel welcomed, included, most importantly wanted in everything his life has to offer. Your presence is enough to make this man happy, he would happily agree + confidently declare that bring the moon to you if that's what you desire. Even in mundane things in life like walking with you to your workplace in the morning or helping you pick out what clothes to wear today, Itto wants both himself and you to get used to being in each other's life. After all no matter what anyone says, he'll stay forever with you if you'd like. Forever and even longer, his "buddy, comrade, partner" and ... "only-his-dude"- as he called you.

Diluc's love is... surprisingly cute and respectful. Devotion, loyalty and commitment is to be expected to the highest spectrum and beyond, of course. But you may have underestimated how utterly lovably this man would behave when he's in love. He may struggle with verbal expression in romance, but he made his love crystal clear with how he prepares the tea just like how you like it ( to perfection ) every morning with utmost concentration and effort. His love is evident in the way he never lets go of your hand even when the crowd isn't that large because "you may get separated", thumb tenderly caressing the back of your hand. His love is heartwarming when he listens to everything you have to say and hold you in higher regard against anyone and everything. His uttermost respect, admiration and love directed to you would make you feel on the top of the world.

Gorou may act all tough and mighty around his troops for the sake of his heavy title "general", but when you tickle his heartstrings so playfully and lovingly, he turns into the cutest doggy you may ever see. Not to mention he has absolutely no control over how his ears perk up and tail wagging uncontrollably, and he wants attention so much to the point he's embarrassed about his neediness. His pride is high, but his need for you is much higher and it's evident from the way he can't help but cling onto you from the moment you come home, slightly whining if you don't give him headpats and kisses on his cheek as you always do. He wraps his tail around you protectively, leaning into your neck and tickling you with his fluffy ears. He may not say directly but every time you cuddle, you couldn't help but adore the needy look in his eyes, pushing his tail closer to you to make you cuddle his tail as well.

Kazuha ever the poet, just can't stay for one minute without complimenting or admiring you. For better or for worse you couldn't tell, he meant every single word no matter how exaggerated his compliments were. He meant them to the core. You could simply be enjoying the fragrant aroma of the afternoon tea he brought for you in peaceful silence, until he breaks it with his honey-laced voice full of admiration- "You look more beautiful than any goddess that have walked this world, my dove." It never fails to catch you off guard with his extravagant and frankly a-bit-too-cheesy compliments, and he is unfortunately very-acutely-aware from how his pretty scarlet eyes flash with mischievous satisfaction when he sees the slightest bit embarrassment show on your features no matter how you try to hide it. "I cannot imagine ever being happier than this moment with you, my beloved." "Your beauty puts the sun and stars to shame, love." P.s: If you decide one day to fire back with another equally-cheesy compliment about him, you may discover the wandering samurai a lot quieter, stumbling over his words with a lot-rosier cheeks than you remembered him having.

Kaeya is vulnerable around you. Scratch that, he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. This speaks so much volumes from who he truly is inside in comparison to his oh-so-mighty facade he keeps in his daily life. Kaeya prides himself on his sharp intuition and this fated encounter with you confirmed his accuracy further. You may suspect him for charming you like he always did when he mentioned how he "just knew you were the one immediately when he laid his eyes on your heavenly figure."- his words not yours. But in the end, you knew he was speaking the truth from how his gaze found yours with the mellow look you were familiar with, holding onto your hands with a featherlight grip like the one he held on your heart. He never lied to you, didn't hide his identity nor his purpose to you. He trusted you more than himself or anything else. Kaeya was no fool, he knew the dangers of sharing his truth. But he trusted his intuition and insight on this one- to trust you. Plus, you would stand against the world with him if need be, what more would Kaeya desire? The confident cavalry captain that everyone knows- he melts away in your presence, instead turning into a simple guy hopelessly in love, willing to spend every moment possible with you as long as heavens allow it. Nevermind, as long as you allowed him to. He wouldn't let even the heavens stand between the two of you for as long as you desired him the way he did for you.

Heizou's cheerfulness skyrockets from the moment you accepted his confession, if it was even possible. He was already happy-go-lucky to the point it was problematic to his surroundings- you might feel a bit remorse for others in his presence thanks to you fueling his fire. He sings at the top of his lungs whenever he hears love songs with absolutely no regards to where you two were, he would randomly hug and shower you with kisses on your cheek, forehead and nose even in front of that Tengu general from his workplace. He shows you off to everyone, and on top of that he can't keep his hands to himself even if it would cost him his life. He can't help it, he wants to be close to you! He loves holding you against him, hugging you tightly until both of you are almost out of breath and giggling uncontrollably. He pulls the adorably annoying "password?" when you're in bed cuddling and want to go somewhere, not letting you out of his embrace if you don't magically guess whatever password he's thinking of. On top of that he makes you guess the password by making it to a riddle on spot, so good luck with that. Whenever he happens to pass by a flower market, he'd pick one flower to "represent your beauty" for the day, making you scoff and accept his cute gift with a smile on your face. Despite his aloof behavior, it doesn't take much to notice that he's thinking of you every moment of the day and shows it to you through his various ways including but not exclusive to: physical touch and cute gifts.

Tighnari is well... a fox. That is to say, his sneakiness grows each moment he spends with you. He'd fill your daily life with traces of him so you are reminded of him and as reminder that he missed you dearly when he's away. He giggled to himself in endearment when he imagined you pouting slightly at his absence of presence, then a warm smile blooming on your face when you find that plate of berries he picked for you with a "good morning, dear. have a nice day, love you. -tg." note next to it. He "accidentally" leaves his sweater in your room when he's away for a particularly long time due to forest research so you'd have it to cuddle when you get lonely. You'd hug that sweater when you miss his again the next day, looking at that small pot of flower he brought for you on your birthday. And finally on the day he was to return home, you'd greet him wearing that sweater. It was an "accident", all of it- he told you with a sneaky smirk (even though he imagined you greeting him like this the entire trip but you didn't need to know that.). Alas, both of you knew that it was just one of his sneaky tricks to keep him in your mind as much as possible while soothing your sadness in the too-quiet serene nights he unfortunately made you spend alone. His plan ends by making you forget your lonely nights completely when you finally find home in between his arms. What sneaky tricks would he try tomorrow? I guess you'll find out soon enough.

Xiao makes promises to you. He knew some mortals may break promises but to Alatus, he makes promises he knows he will keep. He lives to honor his oath, whatever he may have vowed to you he will be sure to keep. It brought so much comfort to you when he made his first ever promise to you under the subtle glimmer of the night sky- "I'll stay by your side." Before Xiao has ever said he loved you, he's promised... himself to you, that he'd remain by you. For someone like him who holds the weight of verbal momentous oaths in respect beyond imagination, it was often what you needed when he gazed into your eyes with certainty and provided solace to your state of mind with his words. You laced your fingers with his, slightly tilting your head and smiled at him comfortingly when he seemed like he wanted to say something- your way of showing him that you're listening to whatever he had to say. With your accepting gesture, he relaxed and to your surprise, made another promise. One you'd never forget- "I love you." Your eyes slightly widened at his declaration. He tightened his grip on your hands and pulled you closer to him, faces barely an inch away from one another. Slowly, he placed your one hand on his shoulder and wrapped his free hand around your waist, still embracing your body in his warmth. "...Please stay with me." Xiao's expression was complex, millions of emotions flooding his senses. He'd never been like this before, and he was certain he never would with anyone else. Slight frustration also clouded his mind, he had so, so much more he wanted to say to you but failed to properly convey in words. Fondly beaming at your vigilant yaksha, you glanced into his eyes, glowing with nothing but devotion and faithfulness for you. You weren't sure if he was aware, but his gaze silently promised you one more- eternal love- lovers' oath. You smiled and nodded your head, caressing his neck gently. "You know, after such lovers' oath, us mortals seal the vow with a physical-." Xiao wasted no time and pressed his lips onto yours, making you sigh into the passionate kiss. With how he held your body close, lips moving in perfect sync, you two were reminded once again that your love was written in the stars, simply meant to be.

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pseudonymphomania · 8 days

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If you haven't already answered it (I can't find your FAQ >A< My tumblr literacy is GONE!) it's been on my mind since I first saw your username. Is it Pseudo or Pseudonym? What is the story behind it too?

Thank you for asking! ISTG my tumblr has been under construction for so long that I keep forgetting I actually have to construct it. Let this be the first thing I link to for my FAQs because it comes up often.

I went through many name changes over the years as a fan of things, but the time came when I could no longer be contained by the label Enjoyer and finally evolved into my ultimate form; Creator.

I started playing god back in the grand old times of February 2023 (this blog was created around March 2023 in the midst of me writing my first story so I could make press-releases about it because having-fun-is-an-all-ages-activity). This was before I thought I could even make art; I was purely a writer and not a very good one at th I was pretty decent at it.

There are a few things going on with my username. Pseudonym (fictitious name), and Nymphomania (excessive sexual desire), and together Pseudonymphomania is fictitious excessive sexual desire (because I write smut haha). I'm on the asexual spectrum and the process of writing enables me and others to experience it theoretically (you can even say Fictitiously).

In terms of what kind of fan I am, I veer on the silly side of things. I am a purveyor of comedy and I often make literary or meme references or a mashup of the two. On the flip-side, I'm also an essayist and fan-academic. A Pseudonym is something that is used in the writerly world and especially in the fan space, so why shouldn't I be a little silly and call-back to it?

The real question is, what the fuck I decided to use as my icons back then:

Since I wasn't a digital artist until after I finished my first story, I used Canva and free assets to create my first one. I had a kind of bland beige background with four different coloured hands reaching toward a strawberry ice cream cone. The ice cream is phallic imagery, especially with the pink head making it look like a peen. I used a serif font (evokes an image of classic literature) for the username. And it was a visual travesty.

I soon refined my taste and I made a second pfp with an all-white background to imitate the pages of a book. For clarity, I used a sans-serif font for the username this time and curved it into a circle, added two hands grasping it like looking into a crystal ball (the process of writing). The ice cream is dripping/melting [.............] and there's a little heart (universal visual for love) at the tip of it, acting as a sprinkle (representing "Prn with Feelings", an AO3 tag)

The thought process behind this kind of nonsense is what you can expect from me for literally everything. I've since stopped using cryptic symbolism and just use my own art, but that doesn't mean I stopped being ridiculous.

If you've seen me in the other places I hang around and wonder why it's not Pseudonymphomania everywhere even though I sign all my works as that...

PseudonymFanfic (Reddit): Created April 2023. Character Limits for username. At the time, I was only a writer. I couldn't change it after.

PseudonymDicks (Twitter): Created March 2023. Character Limits for username. Used to be called PseudonymFanfic like my Reddit and hosted all my works, including SFW and NSFW) until I was shadowbanned for containing too much flavor and never taken off it. This became NSFW only and my name changed to Dicks to reflect that. PseudonymDicks is also what I'll be using for my NSFW patreon when I get that set up, unless there's a restriction on that kind of naming that will force me to be PseudonymDix or something, oh my lords. Please no.

PseudonymWorks (Twitter): Created January 2024. SFW and Suggestive works only. The second twitter exists because a tree falling in a forest should be heard by someone who wants to harvest the firewood. PseudonymWorks is also what I'll be using for Etsy, Kofi, Patreon, etc. when I get those set up.

I continue to be Pseudonymphomania on here, AO3 and Bluesky and wherever else I am not limited by how long my name is that everyone knows who I am but nobody knows how to spell my name. (The mirth this gives me feels delightful)

"How are you so prolific?" Obsession. Some things become a catalyst for improvement that you will never see coming. How could I predict liking DiaLuci so much that it would spawn a million works from my abused hands when I originally started playing Obey Me for a whim and a lark?

Fandom is an island in Hell and I am determined to enjoy it.

I hope you enjoyed reading my personal lore. Thank you for being here. :)

#my asks #my faqs

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mixed-theater-faisty-tings · 9 months

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Infinitely Jealous

Conrad Request

A/N:HIII!!! I KNOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN AGES I'VE REALLY MISSED IT. WITH THE NEW SEASON OF THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY I FELT A SMALL SPARK OF INSPIRATION AND GOT THIS REQUEST FROM @shqtteredcrystql1. NOW BEAR WITH ME MY WRITING SKILLS HAVE DETERIORATED A BIT SINCE I LAST POSTED AND I'M STILL WORKING ON MY SMUT WRITING SPOILER ALERT. I AM OPEN TO FEEDBACK OR EVEN ADVICE. I AM TYRING TO WRITE MORE WHEN I CAN I JSUT NEVER WANNA GIVE HALF BAKED IDEAS. OKAY I WILL STOP BABBLING ENJOY!

P.S please don't hurt me for using Conrad and Belly's infinity for this I just love the concept. okay thank you.

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, cheesy lol, Teen Drinking, Protected sex.

word count: 3.2k roughly

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Y/N POV

The stench of alcohol fills my nose as drunken teenagers dance the night away with whatever is in their system. I came to this stupid beach party with Conrad and Jeremiah who both ran off to do god knows what not that this was a new occurrence.

Jere has always attracted girls like moths to light meanwhile Conrad ventures off to do whatever he does and if someone happens to join them he won't push them off so long as they don't try to actually get to know him least that is how he has been the last few summers.

They started bringing me here with them 7 years ago when we met. I've always been closer with Conrad. Jeremiah had Belly and Conrad had me though you never want to go to boardwalk with the four of us unless you're wanting some quality entertainment.

The Fisher boys always know how to have fun the Conklin's and I can never say no even if it means coming to a dumb beach bonfire. I'd go anywhere with Conrad it's been that way since we met this includes an impromptu trip to the other side of the country to attend a Universal Studios Horrors night as my birthday present.

We were grounded for 2 months after that one but it was worth any time with him was. He'll only ever see me as his best friend though he has made that crystal clear he's been in touch with this Deb he met last summer "Nicole", they've just been talking but it seems like they could be more this summer or just a casual summer fling of convenience. Maybe this summer I'll find my fling.

"Hey don't think I've ever seen you around here?", a voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Huh?", I connect with brown eyes belonging to someone tall, dark skinned, curly dark hair and muscular. "I said I've never seen you around here.", he repeats himself. "Funny because I've come here every summer for the last 7 years." a laugh decorates my words with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh yeah? Which house is yours?", he plays along. "First of all creepy and second I'm a guest with the Fisher's.", I giggle. "Ah great guys always fun at a party." his attitude changes from interested to standoffish. "We are just friends all of us.", I smile kindly. "Good to know..care for a drink?", he extends his hand to me with a kind smile.

"Sure why not.", I take his hand. "I'm Lucas.". "Y/N.". "And I'm Conrad glad we got the introductions out of the way now let's get beer.", my best friend pops up out of nowhere. "Uh okay sure I'll be right back.", Lucas runs off wearing a confused expression. "What are you doing?", I hiss at the brown-haired boy.

"Hanging with my best bud what do you mean.", he slings his arm around my shoulder with a smirk planted on his lips...his lips..focus. "No why you're doing is ruining a potential new friend.", a stern tone clutches onto my words. "Friend huh? Yeah sure whatever.", he scoffs. "Go makeup with Red Sox girl some more.", I roll my eyes pushing his arm off of me. I knew it was Nicole but saying her name out loud stung.

"Jealous?", I don't have to look at him to know a sly look sits on his face. "As if. Have I ever been jealous of the girls you've dated?", my arms sit crossed just beneath my chest. "I'm sure you have been.". "Check your ego bro.", I turn to walk away when he says, "I have you to keep me humble don't I?", a chuckle follows.

"Whatever I'll see you later.", the sand envelops my feet treading to find Lucas. "Y/N over here!", a voice calls me over belonging to Lucas over by the fire. "Your bodyguard still with you?", he asks when I finally make it over to him. "Funny uh no I gave him the night off.", I smile. "Good to know.", he playfully bumps my shoulder handing me a beer can unopened.

"So do you come here just for summer or do you experience Cousins in all four seasons?", I ask. He takes a seat in the sand waiting for me to join him before answering. "I actually go to boarding school so I experience a little bit of all four seasons on holiday assuming I don't run off to Mexico for Christmas or spring break.", he laughs. "You don't seem the other spoiled boarding school brats we run into here.", confusion swirls in my head.

"I mean would you prefer for me to? Ugh my parents shipping me off to some lame ass boarding school with their credit card knowing I have a trust fund to carry me for the rest of my life even though I'll probably blow it on some stupid shit as soon as I'm 25.", his tone becomes snarky, and attitude narcissistic quickly replaced by the charming side once more.

"Entertaining I will say but not my vibe.", a laugh escapes my lips. "Good cause that's not who I am.", he chuckles joins the air. We spend the time talking soon leaving the fire to walk along the beach taking about just how different our lives are. He was good company, but I kept thinking about Conrad and what he was doing, who he was with, why he wasn't with me.

Yes, I know I basically told him fuck off but it's not like he ever listens he's my best friend and he knows y/n speak by now. Conrad maybe smart enough to get into Brown but sometimes he needs a little push in the right direction. "Y/N are you listening?", Lucas jumps in front of me. My face drops into a frown feeling bad i hadn’t been pay attention.

"Y/N quick it's Conrad!", Steven yells. My feet carry me as fast as they can without getting caught in the sand back to the group of teens surrounding a fight with none other than my stupid best friend in the middle of it.

"Con! Quit being stupid!", I push my way through the crowd and try to pull him off the random dude. My attempt was moot until Jere finally stepped in and broke up the fight around the same time as sirens began sounding.

"Cops!". The teens that once covered the beach dropped their drinks and scattered like cockroaches. "Y/N let's go grab some ice cream and I'll take you home.", Lucas grabs ahold of my hand gently tugging me away from the guys.

"Like hell you will.", Conrad pulls me towards him. "You don't own her man. She can come with me if she wants to.", the alluring guy I was talking to all night disappears taken over with frustration and anger.

"We brought her, we will take her home besides she just met you like I'd ever let her endanger herself like that. Besides your place isn’t her home. Mine is.”the brown hair boy mocks the curly haired boys statement. "I never said anything about my place quit putting words in my mouth".

"Would both of you just shut up!.", my outburst took both of them aback. "Lucas I'll see you around. Conrad let's get your stupid ass home.", annoyance prominent in my voice as I drag them away from each other. "Give me the keys Conrad.", I hold out my hand. "Not a chance.", he pushes past me and gets in the drivers side of his sedan.

"I can't fucking believe you.", his tone accusatory. "Believe me about what?". "That boarding school trust fund fuck boys are your type.", his hands grip the wheel tighter than normal meanwhile I completely lose it.

"And how the fuck would you know what my type is huh! You have never cared nor taken an interest in the guys I have talked to. God acting like my dad I don't need your protection okay I can take care of myself.", I can feel my cheeks turning hot with anger.

"You are so wrapped up in your own world you don't even notice that I do care about who you are with. You deserve more than that jackass.", tension settles in the air, suddenly this car feels like a tiny box."All that guy wanted to do was hook up with you.",his voice was filled with a know it all tone.

"So what if that is what I wanted!", he is surprised by my response. "You don't wanna lose it to some random one night stand.". "And if I do?", I didn't but he didn't need to know that.

"I know you Y/N you want to lose it to someone you care about and you know cares about you.", his grips loosens. "Maybe it's just not meant for me.", I can't let my guard down.

My eyes follow his hand as it leaves the wheel and lays flat against the skin between my thigh and knee. "Don't say that.", we finally pull into the driveway of the beach house quietly making our way in the house careful not to wake Laurel or Susannah. I make my way to the kitchen grabbing some powdered donuts from the pantry.

"I wasn't trying to upset you..honestly. You're my best friend and I never want to hurt you but lately I just keep fucking up.", he follows me after Jere, Belly and Steven trot upstairs to their rooms. "It's fine Connie you were right I don't wanna lose my virginity to some dude I met on the beach at a lame party.", I avoid looking at him.

"I wouldn't want that for you either.", a gentle tone takes over his voice. "You're not fucking up anything by the way I mean I'm still here aren't I?", I attempt to lighten the mood. "Surprisingly so.", he chuckles. "What's going on in that brilliant head of yours?", I finally bathe the strength to look at him without melting.

The way the front pieces of his hair kind of flop in front of his eyes, he's constantly pushing them behind his ear mainly when he's nervous but he also refuses to cut it Susannah loves it. His brown eyes seep into mine without even trying encapsulating me in a daydream.

"You...me...y/n you think I don't care who you date but I do.", a nervous Conrad is not something I don't see often or ever really. "Let's not have this conversation again please.", I beg. "I have feelings for you.", he blurts not looking me in the eye. "What?", I'm taken aback praying he said what I heard.

"I like you Y/N and I have since we met I'm just so screwed up and I didn't wanna drag you down with me especially with my mom. You're the only other person besides me who knows about my parents and they don't even know that I know.", the sound of the stool screeching against the floor as he stands up out of the chair echos string us both.

"Con you're not screwed up..", I gently take his hands in mine connecting our eyes. "You just need to develop better communication skills.". "How's this for practice?", his body leans over mine slowly coming down to bring his lips to mine.

Is this really happening? Am I about to kiss Conrad Fisher, I've only ever dreamed of this moment never anticipating the reality god don't let me mess this up please. The soft skin of his lips gently connect with him, his hands disconnecting from mine caressing my cheeks instead leaving my hand to go to his shoulders pulling him closer afraid to lose the moment.

I've always felt safe around him but, here in this moment it was cloud nine times a million. I didn't want it to end but we had to breathe eventually. "So?".

"Well ahem.. a kiss isn't communicating however you can take that as an I feel the same way..", I anxiously pull my bottom lip between my teeth. "I love how you do that when you're nervous.", a nervous laugh escapes his lips. "We should head up to bed it's getting late.", as much as I don't want to I pull away from his body, his warmth knowing he'll be different in the morning.

"Stay with me tonight.", it comes off as a statement rather than a question making my heart jump with excitement. "Your mom would flip if she caught us in your room.", I raise a brow. "Not if she doesn't find out or I come up with a really good excuse as to why you were in my room, and my bed.", he keeps me close.

"I don't know Con.". "Please.". "Okay fine.".

Pleased with my appliance to his wishes he leads us upstairs to his room carefully closing the door. After removing our shoes we lay in his bed facing each other, the light of the moon casting a light so bright I could see his whole face in the dark.

The soft touch of his hands push some hair behind my ear before pulling me into our second kiss of the evening.

Without thinking I immediately kiss him back, our bodies manage to close any gap left between us in a matter of seconds the moment enclosing us in a world of our own. I pull back slightly we are still nose to nose but rarely any space is between us.

With as much confidence as I could muster I whisper the words I've wanted to say for months, "I want it to be you.". He is slightly surprised by my statement but doesn't break our contact, a small smile daring to turn up the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure? That wasn't what I was trying to do not now.", the words are soft spoken.

"I'm sure unless you don't want to?", my eyes search his for an ounce of rejection. "Believe me I want to I just don't want you to feel rushed or pressured.". Without another word my hand takes a hold of his guiding it from the softness of my legs up to rest on my hips slowly and ever so gently. "Please Connie." with that I connect our lips once more.

He takes this as his green light deepening the kiss turning me onto my back so he can be onto careful not to crush me under him. My fingers dance under his shirt against his stomach and chest, he smiles into the kiss before moving to my neck tenderly nipping at the skin a gasp escaping my lips.

"We have to be quiet baby.", he whispers into my ear sending shivers down my spine in the best way possible. We both sit up swiftly removing our shirts, he gently pecks my lips allowing himself to kiss down my jawline, neck and along my shoulders till his hands reach the clasp of my bra.

"May I?", his breathe tickles my neck and I nod. The white lace is soon gone leaving my top half completely bare and exposed, to my own surprise I'm not as nervous as I'd thought I'd be but how can I be when it's him.

He begins to kiss from my shoulder back down my chest gently laying me back down before reaching my jeans. I can feel his fingers undo the button and zipper tugging the denim off my hips and down my legs.

A cold breeze hit my sensitiveness causing me to shudder. One step further and my panties have fond the rest of the clothes on my the floor. His eyes meet mine again a smile plastered on his face before speaking in a hushed tone. "Okay I'm gonna be honest it does hurt the first time but I promise I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you are ready before then. Do you trust me baby?".

"Of course I do.", I smile.

Our lips attach themselves once more as his thumb begins to rub my bud an action responsible for my hips bucking up. "It's okay.Relax", he reassures me against my lips.

My mind goes foggy overcome by his touch, of course I've touch myself but his hands against my most sensitive part was a whole new feeling of pleasure I've had yet to explore.

When he feels I'm ready he slides a finger inside pumping in and out slowly, our moans mix together in the air trying to remain quiet. "I'm going to add another okay?". "Okay.". I feel his index and and middle fingers sliding in and out of me a wave of pleasure washing over me. I kiss him to try and cover my moans a futile action as I end up moaning against his lips instead.

"Fuck yes just like that.", my hips begin to grind against his fingers giving him confidence to speed up slightly. My stomach begins to tighten as my climax winds up, he plants soft kisses along my chest continuing his motions only heightening my moans. "You are so beautiful y/n.", his whisper causes butterflies to let loose in my stomach.

"I think I'm ready Connie.", I couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted him, all of him more than anything in this moment. "I think so too.", all contact is taken away so he could remove his jeans but I can't help the whimper that leaves my lips at the loss.

The moment stand still our eyes locked on one another taking in this sight of each others exposed state, emotionally and physically bare. I prayed he couldn't hear how loud my heart was beating I've wanted him for so long to be more than my best friend and here he is, here I am giving him my first an I wouldn't change a thing.

"Do you have protection?", I ask. He nods before reaching into his drawer and pulling out a shiny gold foil, putting on the condom and hovering over me once more. "I want you to be mine.", the words fall graciously from his now swollen lips. "I am yours.", I'm quick to answer.

"No I mean I want us, you and me. Boyfriend and girlfriend. This isn't just a one time thing. Be mine? Please.", a vulnerable Conrad is a side we rarely see and only in his most emotional state thought I've always been his soft spot. "I've always been yours whether you knew it or not my love.", I don't blush at the statement instead I smile and plant a small kiss on his nose.

"This may still hurt I'm gonna go slow and let me know when I can move okay?", his lips lower to mine. His tip rubbing against my clit earning a small moan. "Okay.", I force the one worded answer out. As he kisses me slowly his member enters me...holy shit...a stint of pain swells inside my body, "Please move Con.", I manage.

The thrusts replace pain with bliss, his minty scent fills my olfactory nerves, the soft touch of his lips and hands dance along my skin with sweat glistening on us both.

"Fuck you feel good baby.", he's as breathless as I am. His hands grip my hips imprinting small marks on them while my nails dig into his shoulders and back my entire body buried in ecstasy.

"More.", I beg. I can feel him smirk into my neck picking up his pace and pushing deeper into me causing my back to arch off the bed our chests colliding. "Oh god." I moan gripping his shoulders so tight my knuckles are white.

"You're okay we're almost there.",his words soothe me and I allow myself to fall back against the mattress. As if they have a mind of their own my hips being to move meeting his hurts with equal enthusiasm and energy. "Just like that.", he groans into my skin.

The knot in my stomach grows and grows I'm toe curling close to my end as is he. His speed picks up, ours moans mix praying we don't wake anyone. Mass amounts of Conrads groans fill the air when I begin to clench around him neither of us could hold on any longer.

A white haze clouds all my senses as my entire body shakes with my orgasm. I feel him finish with me both of us panting and completely gone for each other and the moment we just shared.

A few minutes pass allowing us to collect ourselves before he quickly jumps grabbing an old t-shirt to clean us up. His care is gently and appreciated as some soreness begins to settle between my legs.

"So how was I?', my cheeks turn red as I ask. I grab his shirt off the floor and pull it over my head covering myself. "Perfect.", his arms wrap around my body spooning me, comforting me in a way I've never known a person could.

"Thank you for being my first.", the words are spoken just above a whisper. "Just hope you don't regret it.", his body tenses nervously against my back a sadness coating his words. "I could never regret you Conrad not about this, and not about us...we're infinite.".

"Infinite.". he repests. "I should probably go to mine and Belly's room before anyone gets suspicious.", I try to get up only to be pulled back by Conrad. "You aren't going anywhere. I told you I will find a great excuse as to why you were in here.", I giggle at his statement.

"And what about the clothes that covering the floor?", I cock an eyebrow at him. "I've been meaning to do laundry.", he answers.

"That includes my panties?", I can't help but laugh. "They got mixed up?", he shrugs. "My boyfriend ladies and gentlemen the best liar.", we both erupt in a fit of laughter though it is short lived as my eyelids begin to droop closed.

"Goodnight Connie.", my whole body relaxes into his chest sleep taking over.

"Goodnight my infinity.", him kissing my head is the last thing I remember before being swept away in sleep.

Infinity.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp conrad #team conrad #conrad fisher #team jeremiah #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp s2 #tsitp

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HERS in Venice

The car pulls up to the CQ Midtown hotel in Times Square and you take a moment to powder your nose and check your reflection in the mirror of your compact. Bella’s typing away on her phone with her glasses perched on her nose. Not a day goes by that you aren’t thrilled she took the job as your assistant. Without her you’d be lost, especially while traveling with Harry. Keeping your home office in London has been essential to keeping the podcast organized, not to mention, she’s a dear friend and confidante.

Reminding the driver that your suitcase is in the trunk, you reach for your portfolio. You take a deep breath, you don’t want to forget that, after all you’ve packed a sexy surprise for Harry. God, you hope he’ll be ready. You smile to yourself remembering the “His and Hers” plugs you surprised him with when you were last at the pink cottage. The experience with yours in the swing was mind-blowing, but it seems like it happened ages ago and that a lifetime of events has happened in the meantime.

The driver sets your rolling case on the curb with a thud, geez, you miss Cal, he’s more than just your driver, he’s a protector and friend. But he’s with Harry at the moment in Venice, making sure he’s taken care of tonight at the Venice Film Festival premiere of Don’t Worry Darling. You look forlornly at Bella, wishing you didn’t have this meeting to attend so you could be with him right now.

“Don’t look at me like that, Lily, you’ll be there soon enough, just a couple of hours and then you can jump on the flight to him; you won’t miss a thing,” she says resting her hand on yours in your lap.

“I know, it’s just a big deal and I just… miss him,” you say, pouting.

“Lily! It’s only been, like…”

“I know, I know…pathetic aren’t I?”

She smiles and tilts her head to rest on your shoulder, “Nah, baby, you’re just in love, it’s forgivable.”

The door opens and you step out and pull your suit jacket down and brush your hair to the side. A navy blue suit with a powder blue cami underneath…you chose it because it reminded you of the Gucci HA HA HA suit Harry will be wearing tonight.

“Will be good luck,” Harry told you last night as he helped you select the outfit. “Wear these wi’,” he said holding out a pair of hot pink stilettos.

“You think?”

“Yeah, they’re perfec’, badass sexy…jus’ like ma girl.”

The hotel is quite glamorous, you think, as you follow Bella down the corridor before stopping at a set of French doors.

She opens the doors and you walk in to a deceptively large meeting area with several round tables elegantly set with full place settings and tall crystal and floral centerpieces. People are milling around with flutes of what look like Mimosas or orange juice.

“B, I think we’re in the wrong place,” you say turning to leave just as Apple executives, including your contact representative, walks in.

You look around and begin to recognize other podcasters and finally notice the large screen behind the podium announcing the “Apple Podcaster’s Quarterly Brunch”. What the hell?

You smile to those around you and grab Bella’s arm pulling her off to one side, “Bel-la! When you accepted this invitation did you know this was going to be so formal? What…,” you stop yourself and smile as three smartly dressed gentlemen walk by and nod, “the hell!” you whisper-shout.

“Lily, I swear, I thought this was going to be a small intimate brunch to talk about your time-slot and advertisers…I’m so…hold on, there’s a program, let’s not panic, yet.” She steps over to a table and snatches a program that has the menu on one side and a agenda on the other. She grimaces and scratches her eye with a squint. “Shit.”

You take the agenda and look it over. “Oh my god, there’s a keynote speaker, then meet and greets…I thought this would take two hours tops!” you say with a fake smile and gritted teeth. “I’m gonna have to bow out early on my bosses!”

“Don’t panic, Lil, I can make excuses for you after…,” she says trying to smooth things over.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You know he can’t be here do to commitments and even if he were free, he still couldn’t come…his attendance would cause a commotion and overshadow the other podcasters and yourself and you could never do that to your community. You know what he’d say if he were here. He’d tell you that this is important and that he’ll be waiting for you when you get there. You open your eyes and smile. “You’re right,” you say tugging your jacket down.

“Stop fidgeting. You look great. Let’s go do this.”

“Ok,” you breathe out and grab her hand. “I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Come on.”

You walk to the brunch table, grab a plate and some goodies, and make your way to the tables and then a waiter sets a Bellini in front of you. You’re chatting with other podcasters and your Apple contact, Alex, asks you to come meet the big bosses.

You meet the big bosses and they heap praise on you and your podcast. It’s exciting and humbling all at the same time.

You hear the glasses click and it’s time for the keynote speaker, who blessedly keeps it short. He begins to ask questions of each podcaster and your hands start sweating.

“Lily Rose…why true crime? Why cold cases?”

All eyes in the room shift to you and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks but you know the answer to this question because you lived it. “My parents were murdered when I was 11 and their murder went unsolved until just recently. I’m drawn to cold cases and unsolved mysteries because of what I lived through and my goal is to bring closure to victims of crime. They deserve that.”

You feel Bella’s hand grip yours under the table and you feel proud of what you’ve accomplished. “So far I’ve brought closure to over 50 families and counting.”

You blush again at the polite applause but you know you nailed it.

It’s been over two hours but you’ve lost all track of time and somehow you’ve become the must talk to podcaster at the brunch. Bella’s nervously tapping her fingers on the table and checking and re-checking her watch. “C’mon Lily. You’ve got a plane to catch!” She whispers to herself. She checks her watch yet again and sighs. This can’t wait anymore, she thinks as she hops up and pushes into the crowd and takes your elbow. “Lily, you really have to go or you’re gonna miss your flight.”

You excuse yourself from the crowd. “Is it that late?” You whisper shout.

“Yes! Go now! Get to the driver. I’ll hold down the fort here,” she says, shoving your suitcase handle into your hand.

“Shit!” You hiss, kissing her cheeks and running out of the room and to the front of the hotel to your waiting car and jump inside. “JFK!” You shout to the driver. You look out and see Bella running towards the car. “Hold up! Bella’s here! You shout out and then wait for Bella to finally get in. “You ready? The driver asks.

“Yes. We’re ready, let’s go. How long to the airport?”

“Traffic is very heavy at the moment.”

You sigh, not what you wanted to hear. You text Harry to let him know that you’re en route to the airport but that traffic is heavy.

Bella pulls out her phone and checks the route. “Lily, we’re not gonna make this flight. It’s over an hour to get there and it’s…it’s not gonna happen.”

You bite your lip as tears slide down your face. He’s halfway across the world and all you want to do is be there with him. “Damn!”

Bella grabs your arm after furiously tapping on her phone, “I was able to book you on the next flight out, same airline, it leaves an hour later, if we hold our breath, we just might be able to get you there! Yo, dude, do whatever you can to get us to JFK, it’s an emergency!”

You look at Bella with a shocked expression, “Jesus, Bella…,” you chuckle then lean over to whisper, “’Yo dude’?”

“Hey, I live in the States part-time, I know how to talk to the drivers,” she shrugs, “besides, my bestie needs to get to her man, I’ll do whatever I can for love.”

“Awww, I love you B, I’m really gonna miss you when we move on to Chicago…” you thread your fingers with hers and squeeze, “You know Gavin’s one lucky sound guy.”

“I’m so crazy about him! He’s taking the Chicago residency off to stay with me and I’m so excited! He’ll join back up in Austin, but I get him all to myself for a few and I’m over the moon excited,” she says clapping her hands and giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl.

“I’m so happy for you! I definitely understand how great it is to have a few days to yourself. H and I really enjoyed the three days he took off week before last – sometimes you just need some time to reconnect,” you say thinking fondly of your time locked away in the apartment, talking, cooking, loving and, well, fucking.

The driver is eyeballing you in the rearview as he navigates the ridiculous midtown traffic. You try not to make eye contact with him, but he just keeps staring. Finally, he speaks up, “I know I’ve seen you before, but I just can’t place it…” he mumbles eyeing the windshield and the rearview mirror.

Aww shit, you think to yourself. “Nah, I just have a familiar looking face,” you say hoping to throw him off.

His eyes squint like he’s thinking, then suddenly they go wide, but he doesn’t say a word. At the next stop light, he makes quick work grabbing his phone and tapping away, but he promptly stops as soon as the red light turns green and he focuses on the road seemingly determined to get you there as fast as possible.

Interrupting your thoughts, Bella says, “I hate to say it, but this is still going to be a photo-finish if you make it to the gate in time for the next flight.”

Your tummy bubbles with nerves as the time ticks away and the amount of NYC traffic clogs your pathway. When you finally arrive at the drop off, you have less than twenty minutes to make it to the gate. As you step out of the car, you hear the first click, then another, then another… there are three guys with cameras waiting for you across the driveway at the airline departure entrance. You grimace when they call your name. Bella steps out with you, grabbing your suitcase from the trunk before the driver can even get out of the car. You hear her lean back in the car and tell him to, “Fuck off!” much to your surprise.

“Bella! What was that about?” you ask covering your face and reaching for your suitcase.

“That guy, wished you and Harry luck…he must’ve tipped the paps off… stupid jerk!” Everything about this is something you hate with the fury of ten layers of the sun. Being rushed, fighting with a suitcase and heels and running from paparazzi. Just inside the automatic doors you hear your phone ding with an incoming text from Harry. Vowing to look at it as soon as possible, you ignore it in effort to run through TSA and make it to the boarding gate.

Bella kisses you and tells you she’ll stay around until you text her that you’re on board. She’s such an amazing friend, you remind yourself to make sure you do something special for she and Gavin during their time off.

You click your way through the airport on your heels, trailing the suitcase and make it in just enough time to see the plane push away from the jetway.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” you mutter panting breathlessly trying to keep the tears away. You turn to begin the walk back to the front and pull out your phone to message Bella, but you decide to read Harry’s text first.

Harry: how’s my girl? Did you make it? i miss you.

The tear drops before you can even control it. At this point you’ll be lucky to make it to the screening that evening. Fuck!

You text back.

Lily: H, I miss you so much. I’m so sorry, I missed the first flight and the rescheduled flight and on top of everything else, I got papped getting out of the cab. I think the driver tipped them off. Headed to Bella to get another flight on any airline…just want to get to you as soon as possible.

You watch as the dots flash on the screen and immediately feel better. Just knowing he’s on the other end is so comforting.

Harry: Oh baby, go to the British Airways lounge to hide out. I’m having Jeff contact Bella now to get you here private. I will get you here safely, trust me. Answer when Bella calls.

You sit down at the nearest gate and take your heels off. You think about chucking them in the bin but unzip your carry on and pull out your vans and sigh in relief as you slip them on and shove your heels back in the carry on, trying not to cry, and wait for Bella’s call. Your phone rings and you jump.

“Hello?”

“I’m in front of the British Airways lounge. Come find me.”

“Ok, I’m coming,” you say standing up and walking in the direction of the lounge.

You finally get to the desk and the attendant looks up at you.

“Ms. Rose?”

You nod.

“We’ve been expecting you.”

You smile.

“Follow me, please.”

You follow her through the door and into the lounge and you see Bella on a couch on her phone.

She sees you and smiles, waving you over. She puts her hand over the speaker. “On hold with Jeffery. He’s getting an Azoff private jet here for you. Can you believe that?! What even is your life?!” She whisper shouts and you both giggle.

“God, I know. I don’t believe it myself sometimes,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Hold on, he’s back,” she tells you. “Jeffery? Yes, she’s here. Really? Ok, we’ll be ready. Thank you!” She hits end and turns to you. “The plane’ll be here in 15 minutes. Unbelievable!” She says, laughing again.

You join her. “Am I really gonna be in Venice in time for the premiere?” You ask, squeezing her hand.

“Harry will move heaven and earth to make it happen, believe me. I’ve never seen a problem get resolved so quickly!”

You sigh. “It’s the power of money and powerful people, Bella, which I would normally feel bad about, but I’m just too relieved to be guilty right now.”

“Don’t feel guilty. I’m just glad it worked out,” Bella says sighing.

“Me too.”

Back in Venice, Harry’s sitting at the table for the press conference and he’s trying hard to pay attention and be coherent but he’s out of his element and he’s waiting for confirmation from Jeffery that you got on the private plane.

He gets asked a question and he knows he just botched that answer but he really can’t be arsed about it. He looks up and sees Jeffery holding up a thumbs up and his eyebrows go up and he smirks. Thank the gods, he thinks. Just six hours and she’ll be here.

Once on board the plane you look around at the gold and cream furnishing and shake your head. “Never get used to this,” you mutter to yourself as a cabin crew member walks down the center aisle.

“Miss Rose, welcome!”

“Please, call me Lily, thank you so much for this last-minute flight, I’m sorry if you had to change any plans you had."

“Oh, it’s no problem, we’re on-call rotations and I’m happy to do it. I’m Rebecca, can I get you anything to drink?”

“Ya know, I would realllly like a strong Manhattan…” you groan with a roll of your eyes.

She chuckles, “No problem, would you like some snack mix too?”

“Ooo, does it have those crunchy rye crackers in it?”

“Yes, I think it does as a matter of fact.”

“I would love some!”

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No, once we are in the air, I just wanna change out of these clothes, wash my face and relax,” you say as you buckle your seatbelt.

“Well, there is a spacious bathroom in the back and I just put fresh towels and toiletries out. I’ll stow your bag in the closet back there so you can change. These chairs swivel and recline and there’s a table that pulls out from the side.” The pilot interrupts to ask everyone to prepare for take off.

Once the plane reaches cruising altitude you step into the bathroom to change into a loose pair of ripped up 550’s you’ve had since college, your favorite pair, and a tight, Gucci white with hot pink polka-dot tee of Harry’s. You can’t help but notice the outline of the lace on your bra through the fabric. Harry would approve, you think to yourself with a grin. You shiver at the thought of how wearing his clothes turns him on. When you look up at your reflection in the mirror you notice your nipples are poking out and you giggle, “Betrayed…” you mouth to no one regarding how your body never fails to betray your thoughts when it comes to him. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve made love. One night the show was late and he was tired and another night you worked late into the night completing some requests for public information for two different cases you’re researching, by the time you headed to bed Harry was fast asleep, deservedly so. The residencies may not include hours of travel, but they’re just as busy and H likes his sleep. You pull out your face wash and decide to wash off the make-up and grime of the day, fuck any paps who may be waiting when you arrive, Harry loves you with a clean face anyway and there will be hair and make-up ready for you as soon as you get to the hotel room. Clean and fresh, you grab your cosmetic bag and decide to brush your hair out of the stuffy bathroom.

Back at your seat is your Manhattan with a orange zested rim and a package of your favorite snack mix. Booze, salt and carbs…all things you don’t need when you’re going to slip into a pale pink, silk evening gown for the premiere, but, at this point, who cares. You plop down and take a sip of the cool liquid, swallow and close your eyes as the alcohol enters your blood stream. Popping the package to the snack mix open, two of the crispy rye chips fall out onto the table. “Well, hello there friends,” you say to them, “Why yes, I do think I shall eat you,” you grin to yourself. Smoothing your hair to the side, you unzip your cosmetic bag and look for your pink flower hair clip. After rummaging around for a full minute, you realize you must’ve forgotten to pack it. “Darn it,” you say, finding a hair tie instead. Piling the hair in a messy bun, you sit back, sip your drink and munch on your snacks. There’s a control panel on your chair that reclines it, turns on a heater and calls for the cabin crew. You grab the blanket next to you and tuck it around your legs. Your phone dings to indicate you have an incoming text from Bella. Pulling out the charging cord, you plug it in and settle back to check out your message.

Bella: Here’s a pic of H arriving at Venice. He looks so good in that eggplant color blazer! Isn’t that your favorite hair clip? Hmmm…I know you didn’t voluntarily give that to him…someone must’ve stolen it! Harry’s in trouble… 😊

Sure enough, there’s Harry looking dapper as ever and there attached to his hat bag is your hot pink flower clip. That little bugger! You grin, yes, he does look amazing in that color and you must make sure he know he does. Your man is so hot. So fucking hot. He IS in trouble for taking your clip out of your bag too, mind you. You open a message to him.

Lily: Not to sound like a stalker, but you look fucking amazing in that color…eggplant is it? Nice sunnies too. Shall we talk about the hot pink clip on your bag? (you include a gif of a toddler with crossed arms, tapping their foot in anger)

Harry: It jumped on my bag and begged to go with. (he includes a gif with toddler shrugging)

Lily: Oh really? Sounds suspect at best.

Harry: Somehow I bet you have something of mine in your bag…hmm?

Busted! You look down at your shirt and then around the cabin like someone must be spying on you.

Lily: Ok, who ratted?

Harry: No one, I just know my girl.

Lily: I miss you.

Harry: Soon, love…you’ll be here soon. I’ll send Cal back to pick you up and they’ll make sure you get to me. Kinda chaotic, but we can have some quiet time later. Saw your dress…it’s beautiful. Ready to see you in it. Will be ready to take it off too.

Lily: I’m glad you like it. I’ll be ready for you to take it off too.

Harry: Been missing my honey…

Lily: Don’t start something, H. My body has been screaming all day thinking about you.

Harry: It’s been HARD for me too.

Lily: I have plans for you tonight.

Harry: Oh? I fuckin’ hope they include you being naked.

Lily: You’ll have to wait and see.

Harry: pouting. gotta run, Jezebel, something about photo ops. I can’t wait to see you. I love you.

Lily: Go baby, go be a movie star, my movie star. I love you so much.

Harry: Can we please fuck tonight?

Lily: Jesus, Harry!

Harry: Well?

Lily: Since you asked so nicely…

Harry: 😊😊😊

You smile and click your phone off. You swivel your chair and look at the bed. Hmmm…it’s been a stressful day and it won’t be over for hours yet so you decide that you will lay down for a while. You pull down the duvet and slip under the covers. You’re asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

A few hours later you’re awoken by an announcement that you’re beginning your descent into Venice. You smile and sigh…Harry.

Your leg is shaking as you buckle your seatbelt and wait to land.

Finally the plane lands and as soon as you walk down the stairs you see Cal and your face lights up.

Cal kisses both of your cheeks and takes your carry on as you hop in the Range Rover.

“Harry’ll be glad ya see ya Miss Lily and Venice is lovely this time of day.”

“I can’t wait to see him or Venice,” you exhale as you look out the window as you watch the city go by.

“Almost there,” Cal says from in front of you.

You smile as Cal pulls in to the circular drive of a gorgeous hotel and he opens the door for you and you wait while he retrieves your bag. “Thanks Cal.”

“My pleasure Miss Lily. Here’s your room key. You’re on the top floor. Let me know if ya need me.”

“I will, thank you again,” you say, talking the room key from his hand and walking into the hotel lobby and getting on the elevator.

You punch the button to your floor and impatiently wait for the doors to close.

When the elevator door opens, you see Harry leaning against the wall, hand in the pocket of his satin sleep pants looking as fuckable as he ever has. You bite your lip and he smirks at you.

“Hi Jezebel,” he rasps.

“Hi,” you say back to him as you step out of the elevator and move to stand in front of him.

Neither one of you say anything, you just look into each others eyes. Finally, he straightens up and places his hands on your cheeks. “‘M glad ya here.”

“I’m glad too. Thank you for making it happen.”

“No more commercial flights fo’ ya, Jezebel.”

You open your mouth to protest.

“I know it’s not the environmentally friendly thing ta do an’ I hate tha’, bu’ ‘m puttin’ ma foot down.”

“I know you’re right. I worry about getting sick and getting you sick too. Let’s hope there’s no more solo traveling for me for a while.”

“Fuck, I hope no’,” he says, puffing out a breath. “I missed ya.”

“I missed you too. Do I get a kiss now?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ya jus’ got here an’ already wan’ ma mouth, hmmm?”

You shiver. “Yes.”

“Can’ say no ta tha’,” he whispers and slants his lips over yours in a series of warm, soft kisses before darting his tongue out and touching your tongue with his. You moan against his soft lips and meet his tongue with your own.

After a few good minutes of getting reacquainted, he finally pulls back and presses a sweet kiss to your nose. “Hair and makeup’ll be here soon. Probably need ta shower befo’, yeah?”

You nod your head.

“Ok, l can help ya get naked…”

You giggle. “Oh, I know.”

****1.5 hours later ***

You’re finally almost ready and an assistant is helping you into your skin tight satin dress and strappy heels. You look in the mirror and you go “wow.” You turn around and you can see the lines from your panties and your fingers run over the lines.

“I thought that might be a problem,” the assistant says.

You suck your lips in your mouth and close your eyes. You don’t know if you can get them off without ruining everything. You meet the assistants eyes in the mirror.

“Do you want me to help you take them off?”

“Yes,” you say relieved as they nod and move in front of you, carefully lifting the dress and your hands move to shimmy them down your hips until they fall to your ankles and the assistant gently navigates them around your shoes and slides your dress down.

“All set!” They say getting up and then handing you the matching pink clutch from the dresser.

“Thank you.”

“You look great.”

“Thanks.”

You walk into the living area of the suite and see Harry sitting on the couch in his navy blue suit with a light blue shirt with an oversized collar and his sunglasses on his head as he scrolls on his phone. He looks up and his eyebrows go up when he sees you. He stands up and tucks his lips in his mouth. “Holy fuck, Jezebel. Ya look amazin’,” he says as his eyes trail down your body and then back up to yours.

“Thank you,” you say blushing as his eyes trail the length of your body once again, caressing your skin without even touching you.

“Gon’ be hard ta behave wi’ ya lookin’ like tha’,” he rasps.

“Never said you had to,” you say, smirking.

He chuckles. “Carful wha’ ya wish fo’ sweetheart. Lotsa dark alleys in this city…” he says, moving to stand in front of you, hands sliding to your bum.

“Hmmm…sounds good to me,” you say with a mischievous grin.

He’s leaning in for a final kiss when there’s a knock at the door. You pout out your lips dramatically and he rolls his eyes, “Le’ tha chaos begin,” he mutters against your pout.

Jeffery strides in on his phone being ever agreeable to the person on the other end of the line. “Ok, ok, ok…got it…well, doesn’t sound like we have a choice…yeah…we’ll make it work,” he say before ending the call.

He leans in to kiss both your cheeks, “God, Lily, you look amazing. Harry, you’ll pass,” he teases. “Kids got some unfortunate news. They have arrangements for each of the actors to arrive at staggered times…solo.”

Harry clenches his jaw, “Oh, for fuck’s sake…Jeffery….”

“I know, I know…but this is about you. There’s a lot of fans who’ve gathered, and they want to keep the focus on the film, not just Harry and his girlfriend,” he says looking at you sympathetically, “and, to be honest, after seeing you, that’s probably a good decision. You would absolutely steal the red carpet….”

“Nice segue Jeff, but you don’t have to sell me on the idea, I understand,” you say fidgeting with the chain on your clutch.

“No! I’m not trying to “sell” you on anything, I know it sucks, but it really is probably for the best just to spare you from being mobbed and the press from being relentless.”

“Well, Jeze, er, Lily may understand, bu’ I fuckin’ hat’e it,” Harry rasps, accent thick and terse as he runs his fingers through his hair further frustrated that there is so much product in it he can’t smooth it like he does when he’s agitated.

“Shhh…C’mon, H. You know it’s for the best…,” you say softly twisting to stand in front of him and adjust his collar.

Jeff steps to the side, “Don’t want you to worry about Lily, I’ll escort her in my car and I won’t leave her side, we’ll stand off to the side while you all walk the carpet and pose for photo ops. You’ll sign a few autographs, then once everyone has arrived, do some group photos and then make your way into the theater. The cast is all sitting togeth…”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell Jeffrey… no, wan’ Lily by ma side,” he says interrupting.

“I have the seat directly behind you freed up for her, so once you’re get seated, I’ll get her in that seat,” he speaks up trying to reason with a clearly irritated Harry who’s shaking his head, “she’ll be two feet behind you, swear to god, H!”

You take his chin in your hand and pull his face into your line of vision. You smile a big happy smile, “Babe, I’m so OK with this…I actually think this is a perfect plan, I…I… don’t really wanna bother with fans and press, not at this event, not this way….”

He takes a deep sigh and looks at Jeff then back at you, “Ok, bu’ I wan’ Cal drivin’ Lily, ’ll take tha driver from tha festival an’ Cal keeps tha car close.”

“Done,” Jeffrey says tapping on his phone.

You smile, searching his eyes and mouth, “I love you,” to which he leans forward and places a soft kiss on your glossy lips.

“Careful,” you say thumbing the gloss off his lips. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away smooshing his lips together to rub it in. “Leave it, I like it.”

He leans forward to nose your ear and whisper, “How tha fuck ‘m I suppos’ ta keep ma cool, ‘knowin’ there’s nothin’ under this dress bu’ ma honey bee.”

“Edging…,” you say biting your bottom lip.

“Jez..e..bel…,” he warns lowly.

“Alright kids, cars are here, we need to head out,” Jeffrey says heading to the door. You turn to follow stopping only to throw a saucy look from under your eyelashes over your shoulder as you sashay a step in front of him.

He merely shakes his head and smirks. “Go’ ya phone?” he asks patting his chest to check that he has his in the inside jacket pocket.

Taking a moment to glance in your clutch, you nod, “Mm-hmm.”

“Good, keep an eye on it, understand?”

You gulp at the thought of naughty messages and nod with a flutter of your eyelids as you feel his large hand smooth down your backside. You might’ve teased him about edging, but you have a feeling you’re going to be the one on edge all night.

Harry reluctantly seats you in the car with Cal and throws a kiss with his hand before getting in his own car with instructions from Jeff. Cal manages to get the car out and on the road when you feel the phone vibrate.

Harry: I want you

Lily: I want you too, H.

Harry: Need to make you cum

Lily: Harry!

Harry: It’s my favorite thing

You blush furiously and slant your phone away from Jeffrey, praying to the gods that he doesn’t catch you sexting on the way to Harry’s premiere at the Venice Film Festival. What is this crazy, unbelievable life you lead…

Lily: Tonight…

Harry: Be ready

“We’re almost there,” Jeffery says, smiling and patting your hand. You smile as you click your phone off and tuck it in your clutch. “This is crazy! I can’t believe we’re here!”

“I know…I always knew he’d be a star but it’s still a little surreal to see it play out.”

“I knew it too…I just never thought I’d be with him.”

“Really? Because I think you guys make perfect sense. Believe me when I say that he’s never been happier.”

You blush. “Thanks Jeffery.”

You arrive and are ushered down the carpet quickly and Jeffery guides you to the side.

“The cast’ll go in first and then we’ll follow,” he says quietly.

You nod.

You can hear when the cast starts arriving - fans and photographers screaming and cameras clicking and your heart is pounding. Chris Pine is the first one down the red carpet and you watch in awe as Harry’s car pulls up and he walks to the red carpet. When he sees you, he winks and smirks at you.

Jeffery taps your elbow to let you know it’s time to file into the theatre and you follow him in and take your seats.

Chris comes in first, winks at you and takes his seat and then Harry comes in. His eyes meet yours and the smile that is reserved only for you breaks on his face. The slit on your dress selects that moment to slide off your knee exposing your thigh. Harry’s eyebrows raise ever so slightly and the smile morphs into a smirk. You lick your lips and your eyes flutter as you reach to shift in your seat and adjust the dress. It’s like the dress knows…just knows…how much you want him. You shiver as he turns to speak to Chris before he takes his seat. He leans forward over him and mutters with a grin, “Somethin’ in ya eye, Pine…she’s taken.”

Palms up in declaring innocence, Chris responds, “Out of your league, Harry…out of your league.”

You suck in your lips holding in your grin and look at your clasped hands. You gently shake your head wondering who’s life this is, because it certainly can’t be yours. Harry turns his head to the side and your eyes trace his profile and the curls on the back of his head. Suddenly naughty memories invade your mind, making love in the pool house in Italy… the swing in the pink room…the hotel floor in Amsterdam… you’ve seen that face in ecstasy and those curls between your legs. The memories cause you to clear your throat and sit up straighter in your seat. Harry turns slightly to side eye you. You know he’s silently checking on you, so you nod and turn your thumb up to indicate you’re good. He too clears his throat and sits up in his seat adjusting his suit jacket. You can’t help but wonder what’s on his mind and make a note to ask him later. The rest of the cast files in takes their seats and the curtain covering the screen begins to rise. It’s time for the premiere. You’ve seen the trailers but not the whole movie so you’re nervous and excited.

In the dim lights, you cross your legs just as The Oogum Boogum Song by Brenton Wood starts. You can’t wipe the huge grin from your face, the song is so happy and you kick your foot. Then you gasp at the first scene Harry’s in. He’s utterly beautiful and he looks like he was born in that era. He’s just magical. You giggle at his teasing of Alice while she’s driving them in circles. His laugh is infectious.

Soon enough the first love scene between Jack and Alice flickers across the screen. You’ve seen enough previews to know some of what is about to happen. Jack arrives home from work to Alice who is, let’s be real, stunning. He kisses her passionately and lays her down on the table, much like he’s done to you many times… you know it’s not real but you can’t help the niggling of jealousy. It’s not even that he’s with another woman, it’s simply the idea of other people seeing him do what he only does to you…seeing how he places his hands, his head, how his mouth devours a kiss… kisses that are yours. You sit a little straighter and cross your legs a little tighter trying to get a grip on yourself. After all, you better get accustomed to it because women, and men, around the world are going to be imagining themselves with him, and with some very real examples, as soon as both this and My Policeman.

Harry drops his hand between the chairs to wrap his fingers around your dangling foot causing you to suddenly exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He tucks his head down slightly willing comfort, a sense of calmness and reassurance to overtake his touch…meditating that you know how very much he loves you and that this is just play acting. His thumb strokes the inside of your arch concerned about making it feel “right” between you.

Closing your eyes with a sigh, you revel at the comforting feeling of his touch on your skin. He just knows…of course, he knows how you’re feeling. Your eyes flutter as his fingers remind you that those touches are reserved only for you. So, you let them ground you. He’s yours and wants you to know it. It’s a special moment between you in a dark theater…no words, but one you won’t ever forget.

The film is beautiful and you’re so proud of Harry’s performance. The storyline is intriguing and the mind-bending, psychological aspect is definitely a conversation starter. The entire cast was incredible. You smile through the applause thinking that if Chris Pine ever started a cult, you could be easily influenced, but you won’t tell Harry that. They take a collective bow…and Harry makes a massive show of kissing Nick Kroll much to the delight of the crowd and laughter of his co-stars. You file down the row to the aisle where he’s stepped to one side waiting for you to get to him. He fits his hand on the small of your back and you giggle, “Nice kiss, H.”

“Dinna wanna start somethin’ wi’ you I couldn’ finish. Goddamn baby, ya arse looks so fuckin’ good in this…,” he whispers as his hand slides down to the top of your bum.

“Watch it, mister, don’t get fresh.”

He taps his four fingers lightly to remind you not to get too bratty.

You look over at him just before you step into the open lobby, “The film was fantastic, H…I’m so proud of you. I wanna kiss you so much, but it’s not the time or place…just know I’m beaming inside.”

“Thank ya, baby, dunno jus’ how much tha’ means ta me. Tell me abou’ it tanight?”

“If you’re not busy…”

He waggles his eyes, “Oh, ’ll be busy, bu’…”

About that time Asif comes up and slaps him on the back and says, “Introduce me, Styles.”

He chuckles, “Asif, this is Lily, Lily this legend-in-his-own-mind is Asif.”

You giggle as he kisses your hand dramatically.

“Hey, hey, hey, careful, Lily, no’ sure he’s had all his shots.”

There’s a call for cast photos, so you find Jeffrey and make your way to the theater reception hall. It’s covered in crystal and gold with waitstaff standing at the ready with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Jeff explains how the cast will be taking photos and entertaining executives for a bit so you should enjoy some champs and mill around. You make your way toward a flute of champagne when you feel your phone vibrate. It’s Bella.

Bella: The Apple folks were so impressed with you today, they published ratings this afternoon and Cold Case Justice is ranked at number six on the most streamed podcasts! Yay!! Slay bestie!

Lily: That’s great news! Any word on the paps at the airport. ☹

Bella: Just a wee Twitter trend.

Lily: WHAT?!

Bella: No need to panic. It’s nothing major, just a pic with the caption, “Should we be worried? Look’s like Harry’s ‘darling’ will be arriving late.”

Lily: (insert rolling eye emoji) Gee, how original.

Bella: IKR?! Just enjoy your short trip and fuck the rest of the world. Kiss Harry for me. If you need anything let me know. Travel safe. Love you!

Lily: Thank you Bella, what in the world would I do without you? I love you bunches.

You slip your phone back in your clutch and take a sip of your drink, when you feel it vibrate again. You smile to yourself realizing that Bella must’ve forgotten something.

Harry: No bra?

You grin at the screen and try to subtly look around. He must still be out front.

Lily: No

Harry: Visualizing

Lily: Careful there will be photos as evidence

Harry: Love you

Lily: Love you

Needing to visit the loo you excuse yourself and drain the last of your champagne. After finishing your business, which was no small feat considering you had to hold up your dress to keep it from getting wet or drug on the floor, you wash your hands and touch up your lipstick.

You step out into the hallway and then into the large reception area and gasp at how in that in the short amount of time there was a massive influx of people. There’s a flurry of activity and even in your heels you can’t seem to stand tall enough to find anyone. You decide it’s always best to just go back to your last location, so you head toward the table with champagne flutes. Thankfully there’s Jeff speaking with two very elegantly dressed older women who, like you, have taken advantage of the flutes of bubbly.

Jeff smiles and waves you closer, “Lily! Lily this is Jeanine Amato and her partner Paula Christenson.”

You smile and take their hands and return their cheek kisses, “Hello, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Jeanine is on the board of the Venice Biennale for the Film Festival,” Jeff continues.

“Officially it is the Mostra Internazionale d'Arte Cinematografica della Biennale di Venezia…,” Jeanine corrects.

“That’s Italian for the International Venice Film Festival, honey, please don’t scare the poor girl,” Paula interrupts with a kind smile.

“Scusa, darling, I didn’t mean to be rude. You are just stunning, isn’t she just lovely, P!” Jeanine gushes.

“Yes, just beautiful. If you can’t tell we are big fans.”

You look at Jeff who is sipping what looks like a whiskey and smiling at your blush. “Oh, have you met him? I know Harry’s around here somewhere…,” you say looking around.

“Oh no,” Jeanine says, “I mean, yes, we love Harry, but we have really enjoyed your podcast. Paula, especially.”

“Oh! Wow…,” you say with your hand on your chest.

Jeff pipes up, “Paula was a Behavior Analysis Analyst at Quantico before she retired a couple of years ago and now works in the private sector as a international consultant for unsolved cases.”

You mouth drops open, “Oh, wow…,” you say… again… causing Jeff to chuckle. You shake your head to gather some sense about yourself before you make a complete fool of yourself.

You hold your hand out to shake it…again…”It’s so nice to meet you…I…I’m…flattered you listen to my podcast…th…thank you.”

“Yes, we split our time between Venice and Los Angeles, but we never miss an episode. You have done such truly instinctive work, where did you train?”

“I...I…I don’t have any “formal” training, I’ve really just studied criminal psychology and been a lover of solving puzzles and working with the public to run down new ideas and leads. Most of the work we’ve done has been to advocate for victims and support new technology that brings new life to cases that were thought unsolvable.”

Jeff is pulled away and the three of you stand there talking about the podcast and Paula’s experiences. You find out she has authored several books about cases she worked on and is a contributor to a textbook utilized in one of your classes from uni. You get lost in the conversation and the banter between Paula and Jeanine is adorable to say the least. Paula gives you her card and invites you to lunch sometime while you are in Los Angeles, and they turn to walk away. Looking down at her card, you smile at what a wonderful small world we live in. Paula steps back quickly to say, “Lily, you should consider writing a book about your parents’ case. The work is good, but it’s a story of hope for other victims and, in our business, they can use all the hope they can get.”

As she walks away you let the thought linger. Could you write a book? You’re deep in thought when your phone buzzes causing you to startle. You tuck the card in your clutch as you pull out the phone.

Harry: I miss you

You smile and look around for his navy suit and curly hair.

Harry: Behind you

You turn to see him holding his phone and smiling at you.

Lily: I miss you

Harry: Gonna cum for me tonight? Touch your ear if yes.

You look away from him as a waitress stops by to offer another flute of champagne. Smiling at her, you take the glass, hold it to your mouth, looking back at him over the edge and slowly lift your hand to your ear as if fixing your earring.

Harry: Good girl

He excuses himself from the group he’s been ignoring anyway and starts to stalk toward you.

You smirk as he reaches you and sit your champagne down. As soon as you’re within reach, he grabs your hand and drags you to the balcony and opens an enormous French door and ushers you through it before closing the door and pushing you against the railing.

"Ya ready ta get the fuck outta here so I can finally get ya outta tha’ fuckin’ dress,” he says, lips so close to yours you can feel his breath.

“H, just a couple more hours and I'm all yours. So glad Cal's here to drive us around, it's so weird when we have a stranger driving us, feels invasive.”

He shakes his head, “nuh uh. Now. We’re leavin’ now.”

You open your mouth to protest. He pats your bum, "No panty lines…..killin’ me knowin’ ya bare underneath...wanna reach under an’ see how wet ya are…”

You blush as he gently bites bites the apple of your burning cheek. "Had ta take them off because even the thong showed lines,” you whisper with fluttering eyes as his mouth works to the skin below your ear.

He presses the front of his navy trousers, "migh' no' make it back ta tha hotel.”

“We have to! We can't fuck in the car!" You whisper shout eyes moving around to see if anyone is close.

“Why no'? ‘S no' wha' ya said las’ time, he says, smirking against your neck.

“No way, mister. Besides, I brought a little something for you for tonight...it's in my clutch, you wanna peek?”

He nods and you open your clutch and he sees the tiny plug with "HERS" engraved on the base.

He smirks, "Baby, ya brought a butt plug to ma movie premiere?"

"Shhh!!!" you say looking around again.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. "There's no one 'round so answer ma question, Jezebel."

"Well, I wasn't leaving it in the hotel for someone to find!"

"Hmmmm…..could've put it in fo' me.”

“I did think about that but I was afraid it would show...this dress is tight." You tell him, blushing. “This one’s yours, it's your turn tonight, H.... been your turn for a while... you up for it?"

“Mmmm, maybe…bu’ this one says “hers” isn’t tha’ yours, baby?”

You shrug your shoulder and place your hand on his chest with a smirk, “Nah…just feelin’ a little possessive H. Tanight, I want something on you that reminds me you’re mine… that this body,” you point to his chest, “is hers,” you point to your chest. He smirks and runs his hand along your cheek, “Baby, ya own all of me… ma hopes an’ dreams, hear’ an’ soul…,” he searches your eyes, “ma body, ’s all yours,” he runs his hand up your chest to your neck and opens his mouth to say more when the door opens and Jeffrey pops his head out.

“Harry, we've been looking for you, can you come answer a couple of questions?"

He sucks in his lips holding his irritation in "We'll continue this later, Jezebel.”

“I’m holding you to it, mister.”

Over the next hour you and Harry mingle together, moving from group to group with introductions and inquiries about how you met, fielding questions about what you do and having people try terribly not to fan over Harry’s music, which seems to be an interestingly popular subject for a film premiere. There were a few ribbings regarding his interview “performance” which you haven’t had a moment to watch but from what you’ve heard he stumbled through. At one point, he takes a moment to teasingly whisper, that it was your fault that he sucked during the panel because he was just “a ‘lil outta ma mind focusin’ on gettin’ you ‘ere wi’ me, safely.”

It's starting to get late and you are deep in conversation with Kate Berlant, Olivia Wilde and Gemma Chan. Harry’s across the way with Asif and Nick and Chris. Kate drops a joke about Harry’s collar and you both are giggling when your phone vibrates with an incoming text.

Harry: Get me outta here, baby

You look up to see him looking at you with while the boys are knocking around in front of him.

Lily: Yes please my feet are killing me

Harry: Cock is killing me Jezebel need to be inside you

Kate leans over to Gemma and loudly whispers, “Sexting is a sign it’s time to go back to your room, Lil.”

Your blush turns deep red, “Kate!”

“Go on sweet girl, go get your man and get outta here, we’ll help make excuses,” Gemma says with a knowing smile.

You smile through your blush, grabbing their hands, “You think we can slip out?”

“Go, go, go…,” Olivia says with a giggle.

Looking down at your phone you and back his way he’s turned back toward the boys. Sometime during the evening he’s lost his jacket and his shirt is unbuttoned the way he likes it…he’s so sexy. As if he could just instinctively know that you’re looking at him, he turns his head your way. You smile and he smiles back. You mouth, “I love you” to which he turns his body ignoring those around him, licks his lips and crooks his finger come hither and mouths, “I love you more, C’mere.”

You don’t even turn your head back to the group when you say, “Ladies, I think that’s my signal, yeah? It was a great night, but I’m getting out of here.” You bite your lip and put your phone back in your clutch holding his stare and begin the short walk toward him which, thankfully, is in the same direction as the doors that lead out to where Cal’s waiting with the car.

Harry can’t get enough of the way your dress drapes over your breasts and the way it moves when you walk. Your hair is pulled and pinned over to one side with Swarovski crystals, matching dainty stud earrings, simple and stunning. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to tell you enough how much he loves everything about you.

You reach him and he can’t hold back, he places both hands where your jaw and neck meet pulling your face to his. “Ya so fuckin’ beau’iful, Lily an’ I love ya s’much,” he says with a terribly thick accent as he runs his nose along yours. Then, as if no one in the world is there looking on, he places a warm kiss on your lips as you place your hands on his wrists. “Let’s go, love, Cal’s waiting outside.” Stunned, you simply nod and follow him as he threads his fingers with yours and heads toward the doors.

Cal is waiting outside with the car. Theater security opens the door for you both to scoot in. The minute the door closes, Harry hits the screen to close you off from Cal, “Sorry, Cal, just need a minute,” Harry apologizes.

“No apology necessary, Harry. Miss Lily, you look lovely.”

You slide into next to him and he puts his an around you and you snuggle into him.

“Did ya have a good time, Jezebel?” He says, voice deep and accent thick.

“It was so awesome! I met so many anazibg people and everyone from Don’t Worry Darling is so, so nice! Oh! And I met this nice couple and they think I should write a book…”

He’s smiling at your enthusiasm and just staring at you and fuck it, he’s hard as a rock. “Lily, lean over the seat an’ pull up ya dress,” he says, interrupting you.

“Harry! Are you even listening to me?!"

“Oh yeah babe, every word...now lean over the seat, I need ta see ya.”

You twist and rise up on your knees with the silk of your dress draped over your bum facing him.

“Jesus," he mutters adjusting his hard cock through his trousers.

You bite your bottom lip and look over your shoulder as his hands roam over your bum and you gasp as he pushes the silk of your dress up.

“Can’t you wait until we get back to the hotel?”

“Hmmm…have I ever tol’ ya how much it turns ma on when ya talk abou' ya work," he says leaning forward to kiss the dimples at the base of your spine. "Jus' a little taste,” he whispers as he places a kiss to your pussy.

“Harry!”

“Wan’ ma honey, Jezebel,” he says pulling your hips back and licking a stripe up your slit.

Your eyes flutter closed and you grip the seat and then you feel the car come to a stop. “We’re here!” You whisper shout trying to pull away.

He groans and lets go and you twist around to a sitting position just as Cal opens the door with a smirk.

You slip in through the hotel door with him only a step behind you. You immediately reach down to slip off your heeled sandals. “Let me do that,” he says immediately kneeling down to unbuckle the straps and slip the shoes off.

He slides his hand up your leg along the dress’s slit, “tease me all night…” he mumbles as he kisses your thigh. You card your fingers through his hair, and he groans at the action wrapping his hands around your waist and squeezing.

“Mess it up, please…don’ like it all crunchy wi’ all tha shit in it,” he says resting his forehead on your tummy.

“Dying to get my hands on you all night, H,” you say brushing his hair back over and over until its smooth. “Come up here, kiss me, please?,” you whimper as you tug the sides of his head. His stare is intoxicating, his eyes never leave yours as he slides up your body until, at his full height, you have to look up to continue searching his eyes.

He shakes his head like he just can’t believe that you’re his then leans down to open his mouth over yours. He teases the kiss from you, opening his mouth to dart his tongue out along the seams of you lips. “Open fo’ me, baby…don’ tease, no’ tanight…wan’ ya so much, angel.”

You slide your hands up to the open buttons on his shirt and scratch your fingers down his chest. Opening your mouth for him he slips his tongue and you softly whimper. The soft warmth of his lips soon turns into a frantic devour of tongue and teeth as his hand searches for the side zipper of your dress. He’s breathing in and as you breathe out, taking in each other’s air. He pulls in your bottom lip and sucks gently then dips back in for another taste of your mouth.

He makes quick work of ridding you of your dress and your waste no time reaching for the button and zipper of his trousers. He pulls his lips away long enough to rip his shirt off and slip out of his shoes. He takes a minute to help you step out of your dress. Holding your stare, he walks over to the vanity chair and drapes the dress over the back of it.

You pull the pin from your hair and shake it out. You can’t help but shiver at him stalking back to you shirtless with his trousers undone. Once he reaches you his hands go to the hair you just shook out. He gathers it into a pony tail and pulls your head back exposing your neck to his mouth. His lips and teeth work your neck over and you pant out your desire. Your hands slide around to his back and down into his underwear where you squeeze his bum cheeks pulling him against you. His free hand cups your breast and squeezes as he groans and you let out a soft squeal.

Panting with desire, he sighs deeply and rests his forehead against yours, “Fuck, babe, wha’ a day…wha’ a week…’s been balls ta tha wall since we took those days off…haven’t had a mo’ ‘til now. I promise I’ll bring ya back ta Venice someday an’ we’ll take our time.”

“Imma hold you to that, but right now take your trousers off and go lay on the bed, please.”

He slips off the rest of his pants and crawls up the bed to rest on his back, head on the pillow. You turn to grab your clutch and saunter smugly over to stand next to the bed beside him where you open it and unabashedly, pull out the plug and set it on the bedside table. You open the drawer and pull out a small bottle of lube and set it next to the plug. You notice Harry’s throat move as he swallows.

“Not worried about Venice, H, just want you. You’re right, we’ve been so busy…and I’ve missed you so much.”

He runs his hand down your hip, “So fuckin’ sexy. Come ta me, Jezebel.”

You smile and draw your finger to your mouth, “H, I want my mouth on you…I want you in my mouth tonight.” You place a knee on the bed next to his hip and lean down to kiss the bee tattoo on his hip.

His eyes flutter closed and his nostrils flair. He gulps, “Funny, Jezebel, because I jus' wanna get ma mouth on ya,” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling it to his lips.

“Think we're at an empass, H?"

“Oh baby, we jus' need ta get creative,” he says, smiling his most beautiful smile.

You smile. “Eyes on me, baby,” you say breathily as you bend down and kiss his stomach, then licking your way down his skin to his neatly trimmed pubic hair, you open your mouth and take him into your mouth, and you hear his sharp intake of breath.

He leans forward and grabs your waist, pulling you up and over until your facing away from him. His fingers run down your slit. “‘S Soaked an' swollen...pull off baby.”

"Did I do something wrong?"

He sits up to cup your cheek, “Jesus no, jus' wan' ya closer... Don' stop...jus lemme get ma mouth on ya too.." he says pulling your hips in parallel to him. You circle his shaft with what you can't fit in your mouth just as he pushes your thighs apart and places an open mouth kiss on your pussy. You mumble a groan around his cock and he tightens his eyes at the sensation.

You take him as far as you can, hollowing your cheeks, your hand working the part of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.

You feel the scruff of his chin on your mound and you cup his tender sack drawn up tight with arousal.

He pulls you closer hands gripping your hips, lips suctioning onto your clit, the tip of his nose at your dripping hole and you pop off, gasping. He pulls back breathless.

"Y'ok?" He pants out.

"Yeah," you lick your lips, "s'just it feels good. Hard to concentrate. I'II do better," you tell him, taking him back in your mouth.

He slips his ring and middle fingers deep and sets about fluttering on your inner upper walls. "Fuckin' find my spot, angel…,” he says searching with his fingers, “There...there it is... feels swollen fo’ me. Fuck! Damn, Jezebel, do tha’ again!” He mutters as you swirl your tongue on the slit of his cockhead at the same time you swirl your finger on his perineum.

You take him as deep as you can, finger stroking gently on his perineum and groan around him.

"Fuckin’ hell, goddamn, Jezebel! 'M gonna cum..fuckin…..ya gotta cum fo' me! C’mom, baby, wi’ me!" He pants out, fingers moving faster against your spot as his lips suction back to your clit.

You pop off with a slurp and he groans, clearly frustrated.

Your finger circles his hole. Gathering your courage you push your finger in to the first knuckle. “Does that feel good? Baby, d’ya think you could take our plug?"

Head dropping to the pillow with a thud, he pulls in a deep breath, “’S differen’,” he says lowly.

“’Different bad’ or ‘different keep going’?” you ask fluttering your eyes with desire and kissing his thigh.

“Feels bet-tah than I expec’ed…dunno wha’ I expec’ed…so fuckin’ hard baby” he says with a groan.

You smile against the skin of his thigh, “Think it’s gonna feel amazing, honey.” Reaching behind you open your hand, “Gimme the plug and the lube.”

His hand swats your bum, and you groan, bite your bottom lip and rest your cheek on his thigh.

He smiles at your groan and places an open mouth kiss on the place where his handprint has turned your skin a faint pink. “I know how ta lube it,” he mumbles against your soft skin as he holds the plug by the flat side and pushes the small bulb in your weeping hole and swirl it around.

You squint your eyes and turn to your forehead on his thigh. So erotic.

“Jezebel…,” he says taking in the sight.

“Harry…” you say at the same time you push up to place a kitten kiss on the swell of his cock.

He pulls the plug out and places it and the small bottle of lube in your open hand at the base of your spine.

Raising back up on one elbow, you gently lift his goosebump covered sack to give yourself a clear view and better access and you lean down and kiss one of his balls.

The groan he lets out is partially a gasp and grunt “Jesus, baby…”

You run your hand along the inside of one of his thighs and push it out to open him up farther. You flip the bottle lid open and dribble the lube on the bulb that’s already covered in your honey. You want him to be comfortable and you want it to be as easy as possible.

“Ready?” you ask resting your cheek back on his thigh, looking at his hard cock.

He puts both hands on your bum cheeks, leans up to place a gentle kiss to one side, “Yes, baby, I’m ready.”

You place the tip of the bulb against his puckered skin and run it around softly. His cock twitches and his breath catches. You apply pressure to the flat end and start to press it in. His fingers flex on your bum as you apply steady pressure and the bulb begins to get wider and wider.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes and leans up to press his lips to your bum as he moans at the breach.

“Breathe for me, H. Almost to the widest part, baby, ya ok?”

Squeezing your cheeks a little harder he moans against your bum, “Mmhmm, jus’ do it,” he mumbles.

Applying just a little more pressure the bulb pops in the rest of the way and he coughs out a grunt.

“Uunngaaahhh…!” His cock jumps and his toes curl. “Ohgodohgodohgod…!” He blows out breath after breath after breath holding back. The feel of the bulb against his prostate is the most intense sexual experience he’s ever had.

“You ok?” You ask him.

“Turn ‘round, Jezebel, need ta see ya,” he pants out.

You move carefully and straddle him and settle just under his hard cock.

“C’mere,” he rasps, strong arms pulling you down to lay on top of him, kissing your cheeks. “Feels s’good…Jesus, ‘m surprised…only you, ma Jezebel, only you…”

You smile and press a kiss to his wet lips. “Mine,” you whisper against his lips.

“Make me cum, Jezebel. Please. ‘M s’hard fo’ ya. Need ya on me…please,” he begs you, eyes boring into yours.

You smile and lift your hips, your hand placing his cock at your entrance and then flexing your hips down and taking him in.

You gasp as he fills you and his hands tighten on your hips.

“Jus’ grind on me, baby,” he rasps, hands guiding your hips. “Jus’ like tha’…fuck…can ya cum like this?”

Your hands move to the sides of his neck and you nod.

“Unnggghhh…fuck, it feels s’good…fuck…’m no’ gon’ last…need ya ta cum wi’ me,” he pants out, his brows furrowed.

“I’m close…so close! Mmmmm…ahhhh…Harry!” You cry out as you cum, your orgasm barreling through your body.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He draws his knees up, thrusting into you three more times before his toes curl, his head plows back into the pillow and he lets out a long, low moan, and everything goes white as he cums harder than he ever has in his whole life.

All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat and both of your panting breaths. You press your lips to his and his hands grip the sides of your face and he kisses you back, hard.

He slips from you, rolls you over, and you hit the mattress with a thud and you gasp as he attacks your mouth with his once again, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

When he finally pulls back, you look into his eyes. “Was it good? Did you like it?”

He gently pushes your hair behind your ears. “I’ve never cum s’hard in ma life, Jezebel.” He rolls over to his side and runs his hand back through his hair. “I didn’t know it’d feel like tha’.” He puffs out a breath. “Can still feel it…Jesus.”

“Do you want me to take it out?”

“Ya have ta or ‘m takin’ ya again,” he says, smirking.

You snuggle up next to him. “Hmmm…if I wasn’t so tired, I’d leave that in,” you giggle and your hand pulls his leg up and you gasp as you see the ‘HERS’ nestled in his bum. “So sexy,” you whisper as you fingers grab the plug and tug it out.

“Ahhhh! Fuck!”

You throw the plug on the floor…you’ll deal with it later. “C’mere my little freak,” you tell him, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

“I love ya too…fuck, love ya s’fuckin’ much.”

#HERS in Venice #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #friends to lovers

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A Strange Melody - Chapter 2

@sunshinebingo

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Gwyn stumbled on unsteady legs as she suddenly found herself on dry land and felt the man’s arm come around her waist to hold her upright. “Easy does it,” he said soothingly, setting her on her feet and releasing her when he felt she had her balance. She took a few uneasy steps forward before her body acclimated to the use of legs she had not worn in years.

“There you go,” he said cheerfully as she finally looked around them and realized they were not just on land, but inside a building.

Dark marble floors inlaid with strains of white and gold stretched out beneath her. The walls were made of the same material, interspersed with black columns that supported the towering ceilings from which sparkling chandeliers hung. It was not unlike the sea god’s palace she had once visited many years ago, with its golden fixtures and expensive artwork. The main difference was the fur rugs that lined the floors, muffling the sound of the man’s boots as he walked ahead of her, and the abundance of flowers that sat in crystal vases on the tables along the hall and, of course, the candles.

Fire could not exist beneath the surface, so her people’s homes were lit using magic. But here- Gwyn gaped in awe as she followed the man into a large room where a massive fireplace stood at the far end, flames dancing merrily in its hearth, warming the cold space. It was then Gwyn became fully aware of just how wet and freezing she was.

And naked.

“Oh, gracious!” A light, feminine voice startled Gwyn, drawing attention to the fact that there were several other fae present in the room. Including…

Gwyn’s feet froze in place as she stared at the man who had haunted her dreams from across the room. He was regarding her with a curiously shocked expression, his head bent slightly toward- was that a shadow dancing at his ear?

“Rhys!” called the feminine voice again as a stunningly beautiful woman with golden brown hair approached them. “What on earth?”

The man beside her, Rhys apparently, tucked his hands into his pockets once again and gave the woman an irreverent smile. “I found the poor dear wandering around the beach. I fear she’s a touch confused. Couldn’t seem to remember much beyond her name.” He threw a mischievous grin at Gwyn over his shoulder as she looked at him, utterly bewildered.

What was he doing? Who were these other people in the room? Why was she still standing here naked? Granted, her breasts were mostly covered by her long hair, but she held her hands low in front of her body, self consciously attempting to cover the rest of her.

“And you couldn’t be bothered to give her something to wear before parading her through the palace?” the woman admonished.

Suddenly, the man from her dreams was at her side, somehow having moved without her noticing. He removed his cape and tucked it around her shoulders. “Here,” he said softly. Her breath caught as their eyes met and she saw that they were a warm mix of brown and gold. The soft fabric fell around her body and a rich, comforting scent surrounded her.

“Th- thank you,” she whispered, still staring into his beautiful eyes. He looked back at her with an equal fascination, his fingers still holding the clasp at her throat.

“You’re welcome,” he said, his voice still soft. It was a lovely voice. Masculine but not overly powerful. It was different from the velvety, seductive tones of Rhys’ voice but just as mesmerizing.

“Azriel,” Rhys said at her side, breaking the spell. The man abruptly released the cloak, stepping back from her. Gwyn felt oddly bereft at the small distance between them.

“This is Gwyneth,” Rhys continued. “She’ll be staying with us for a few days. Perhaps you can show her around.”

“Azriel,” Gwyn repeated the name, committing it to memory. After all these weeks, she finally had a name. His eyes snapped back to her at the sound of her voice. He bowed slightly.

“Gwyneth.” She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips. Gods, what she wouldn’t give to hear him say it a thousand times.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the woman said, stepping forward. Gwyn jolted slightly, having nearly forgotten she was in the room. “I apologize for my husband's poor manners,” she said, shooting Rhys a glare which he ignored. “I’m Feyre, this is Azriel, as Rhys mentioned. Our Spymaster. And over there is my sister Nesta, and her husband, General Cassian.”

Our Spymaster. Gwyn blinked, looking over Feyre once more, then Rhys, finally noticing the little details she’d missed before. The richness of their clothing, the jewels that decorated her wrists and throat, the intricate markings that covered her arm from fingertip to elbow and- most importantly- the delicate tiara nestled atop her head… and the matching black crown atop Rhys’.

Oh Cauldron. Gwyn felt her eyes go wide and her knees wobble as she glanced back at Rhys who winked at her. He wasn’t just the Bargainer. This man was the bloody King of the Night Court.

There was a shout of alarm as the room swam around Gwyn, and then she was falling.

“Stars, Rhys. Did you not tell the poor woman who you were? She looked frightened half to death.”

Azriel heard his king and queen arguing playfully in the background as they began debating what to do with the mysterious woman who lay unconscious in his arms. He’d caught her as she swooned, a strange shock of recognition rolling through him as he touched her and he could do little more than stare down at her. Rich, coppery brown hair fell around a delicate face dotted with freckles and- when they had been open- she’d possessed the most remarkable pair of teal eyes he’d ever seen.

She’d been entirely captivating from the moment he’d seen her stumble into the room behind Rhys, gawking at the lavish furnishings and overly large fireplace. And it wasn’t just because he’d been able to see every delicious inch of her body. Although, he knew for a certainty he’d be dreaming about that later that night.

His shadows had begun whispering excitedly just moments before she’d entered the room, though he hadn’t been able to understand what they’d been on about. Whatever it was, they seemed just as drawn to the woman as he was.

“Who do you suppose she is?” Nesta asked, peering around his shoulder at her sleeping face. “She’s gorgeous.”

“I’m not sure,” he murmured, still studying the elegant lines of her face. “My shadows don’t seem to have any answers. But they- like her.”

“ Like her ?” Cassian asked, coming to stand beside his wife. “What do you mean like her?”

He shrugged. “Just that. They got excited as soon as she appeared and are currently chattering rather worriedly about her. They seem almost…. Protective of her.”

“And they don’t know who she is?” Nesta asked curiously, eying the shadows that were hovering around the woman like nervous hens.

Azriel shook his head. “If they do, they haven’t said.”

“Interesting,” Rhys purred, approaching.

“Who is she?” Azriel asked, glaring at his friend. “You clearly brought her here for a reason. Why?”

The bastard merely shrugged. “Thought it might be entertaining.” Feyre smacked his arm but he just smirked.

“What do you expect us to do with her?” she asked.

“For now,” Rhys said. “Give her a comfortable room and find some clothes for her. She’ll be with us for a few days, as I said. You can put her in the Eastern Suite, overlooking the water. Should be a nice view for her. And she’ll be near the Spymaster, who can keep an eye on her.”

There was something devious in his friend’s tone Azriel didn’t care for. He did not, for one moment, believe that Rhys didn’t know who this woman was. Why he was playing games, he wasn’t sure, but he would find out.

#gwynriel

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Candy Necklace

Yandere! Sheriff OC / part 2 /

You’ve been actin’ pretty reckless / Dancing like the young and restless / And I’m obsessed with this / All his candy necklaces…

*cw include stalking, yandere behavior, abuse of authority, obsession, and dark themes* MDNI - 18+

♡˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ♡

The drive into work is uneventful, thankfully, and she pulls into her usual spot behind the warehouse building, gathering her bags and coffee before heading inside to start the day. She barely makes it to the clock-in station before she's intercepted by a coworker, who nearly crashes into Kelli in her haste. “Oh! There you are! I’m glad I caught you- I wanna be the first to hear the juicy details! So,” A grin crosses her face, making her look almost devilish, “who is he?”

Kelli is thoroughly confused; who is who ? What is her coworker even talking about? She shakes her head, remembering that she still needs to clock in for her shift, but first asking, “What do you mean?”

The other woman, Grace, rolls her eyes playfully at Kelli, like she's the one being silly. “The flowers! And don’t try to play it off like it’s nothing; own that shit, girl! If a man bought me roses I’d be walking around like a damn queen all day.”

This doesn’t serve as any explanation whatsoever. Flowers? For her? From wh-

Oh, fuck .

“Um,” She tries to think of something to say, and the other woman is looking at her expectantly, like she's supposed to be disclosing something. Any 'juicy details'. “W-Where are they?” Kelli finally musters out. She has to look at them. Has to see them for herself.

Grace eyes her knowingly, and motions for her to follow, “We put them in the break room; you can leave them there for the day if you want, and just take them when you go. But they are pretty big, so hopefully nobody wants to eat lunch at the table-“

Kelli is barely listening to her, mind racing at a thousand times a second. Are they- No, they can’t be from him. Can they? But who else would they be from? They might not even be for me; there’s no use in getting all worked up until I know they’re actually mine.

Grace leads her into the break room around the corner, pointing at the table- rather, at the large bouquet of beautiful, red roses sitting on the table. Oh, god.

The woman next to her is still babbling, but now Kelli is not listening at all. She approachs the table, hand outstretched towards the card attached to the crystal clear vase. It's connected by a beaded bracelet or necklace, with pink hearts that almost look like sweet, crunchy candy. Anticipating, anticipating, it’s like she's moving in slow motion. She takes the small card between her fingers, gently turning it to read what’s written on the front.

Her name. It says her name.

Kelli feels the blood drain from her face, and before she can think twice, she opens the card to read the inside. Vaguely, she can hear Grace saying something about so jealous, where’d you find a guy like that?

The inside has messy, scrawled masculine handwriting, and the words are a bit difficult to make out at first. But it reads: You may not realize how extraordinary you are, but I do. Forever yours, Ray.

Her face heats at the note, and she's both surprised and ashamed to realize that the feeling isn’t entirely unpleasant. What’s wrong with me? Am I sick like him?

And possibly the most shocking revelation: How does he know where I work?

♡˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ♡

This is an original work of mine, as are the characters.

I do not own the song 'Candy Necklace' by Lana Del Rey. The above picture is from pinterest, and there's a link attached to the original post.

#soft yandere #my drabbles #yandere oc #my work #yande.re #mine**#hunterssm00n #yandere cop #yandere #stalker oc #stalker #stalker cop #stalker aesthetic #yandere aesthetic #obsessive love #yancore #yandere sheriff #original character #my writing

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lesbian-duck-art · 1 year

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Sorry if this is annoying!

Do you have any specific headcanons about sdmi?

Oh my god you’re not annoying at all!!😭 I love talking to you you’re so good! I have a few here and there so let me put them down here. so sorry a lot of this is E or Angel related!

- E has so many issues in regards to relationships whether it be romantic or otherwise. Pericles’ betrayal and being forced to leave everything and one he’d ever known at 17 did a lot of damage and I don’t think he’s ever fully recovered. It’s the reason he pushes people, including Cassidy, away. Because of his childhood best friend who he cared immensely for could betray him, why couldn’t everyone else? He’s definitely got PTSD and I feel like if he didn’t already, now has a severe anxiety disorder

- We don’t see a whole lot of Ed Machine in the series nor do we know a lot about him but I think he was closer to E and Angel than people tend to assume. Whether that means they were friends or polycule, I take either one lol

- I think Nibiru’s curse has a waaaay harder time affecting people who have someone they love. Whether that be familial, romantic, or even friendship. There is no love within the original Mystery Incorporated and they fall to shreds. MI II on the other hand comes back together through their love for one another. Marcie is able to break free of the curse because of Velma, Mayor Jones temporarily breaks free because despite the lie he does love and care about Fred, E loses both Ed and Angel one after the other and he becomes worse until he realizes Angel is gone.

- That in mind: I do think Jones cared about Fred. I think sans curse, he would’ve been a better dad and I see parts of Post-Nibiru Timeline/Sitting Room Jones peak through in both seasons. There’s a one shot fic on AO3 about him in the episode with that art monster? Highly recommend it and it’s exactly how I view him as a character

- While on the topic of Fred Jones Sr., I feel like his time in jail and away from the Planispheric disk weakened the curse’s hold. Not by a lot certainly, but by a tiny bit. I think the closer you get to the pieces the more corrupt you become

- I truly think that if things were different and E had let his walls down and interacted with the kids the way Angel did, I think the mystery inc gang would’ve gotten along with him the same way they do Angel! (This is part of why I enjoy Purposefully Silent so much lol it gives me exactly what I wish the show had) I still think everything would have gone to shit one way or another but

- We been knew that Fred is autistic but I also raise that like. All of Mystery Inc is somewhere between autistic, ADHD, and AuDHD(I say this as someone who is autistic and possibly AuDHD). With this I also think Ricky is neurodivergent

- Angel is pan, E is Bi, Daphne and Fred are also bi, I think Shaggy is pan and maybe even aro, Marcie and Velma are both lesbians. I also honestly think there’s n o t h i n g about E that screams “cisgender” but I can never decide if my answer is trans man or “he/him/they/them” non-binary

- Jones and Sheriff Stone *abso-fucking-lutely* had something going on there was nothing heterosexual present. Jones is giving gay man who’s over compensating via toxic masculinity and Sheriff Stone just seems to be into Crystal Cove Mayors

- Birds were Ricky’s hyperfixation after he met Professor Pericles. He knew all the different facts and terminology and everything. He still remembers most of it(mostly unwillingly), but it’s never relevant anymore

- I’ve said it once I’ll say it again I just think E gives off dad vibes in a way I can’t explain and this is why the Velma is Ricky and Cassidy’s daughter AU is one of my favorites and one I wanna do a fic for

I don’t want to make this too long so I’ll stop here but you’re not annoying and I’m actually so glad you asked!😭 I am always down to talk about this show and you already know I enjoy talking to you lol I feel I’m very bad at expressing my head canons so I hope this is okay!

#I won’t tag everyone I’m lazy lol #not art #headcanons #scooby doo #scooby doo mystery incorporated #sdmi #mystery incorporated

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The Elements of An Inter-Dimensional Prison Break: LDShadowLady

Takes place immediately before Yoinked

People don't usually knock on Lizzie's door.

Most of her friends are the type of people who just walk in (much like Lizzie herself) and she usually doesn't lock it for that exact reason. (Some people are sensible and use the windows when its locked but a few will just break the door down.)

(The fact that most of them will replace it is irrelevant. She knows and its not the same.)

Joel and Jimmy have keys of course, and if she wanted she could ward the place up to prevent intruders but in all honesty, its more fun this way. Intruders are rare but when they do happen they are always so much fun to play with.

She hasn't even been home that much lately, Empires has been busy and she's been off the Hub for awhile.

She's taking a week for herself though. Just to relax at home, work on some of her own smaller projects, chat with some friends. Joel is going to join her tomorrow and she's scheduled lunch with Jimmy for Thursday and overall, just vacation plans.

None of which adds up to someone banging on her front door at two hours before sunrise.

She rolls out of bed and cracks her neck, considering the options. Option A) It's something official. Option B) It's a friend with bad news of some kind? Option C) Someone is very, very lost. Option D) ??? A secret fourth thing?

She pulls one of the ornamental netherite axes off the wall and, as she descends the stairs, stretches just a little bit. She built her living room low so she can't get too tall without it becoming awkward and entirely unintimidating but she has some wiggle room. She feels her teeth grow just a touch sharper and shifts her eyes a step to the left, the tone of the world changing the slightest as her night vision improves.

First impressions are important after all.

She lets the axe dangle idly by her side and opens the door with her free hand.

She doesn't recognize the woman she interrupts mid-knock, but the tall figure hovering awkwardly behind her...

"MumboJumbo?"

The woman slams a hand against her door frame and Lizzie jolts as she feels the tingle of a foreign ward settle over the build. She shifts her grip on the axe. When the woman pulls her hand back there is a faint purple glow that fades, leaving an unfamiliar sigil burned into the wood

"We need your help to fight god," the woman says, looking up fearlessly into Lizzie's eyes, her own dark, hybrid pupils glinting in the low light of the porch lanterns. "And by god, I mean Grian. And also your husband has probably been kidnapped. Again."

Oh.

This is about that.

Lizzie only has fuzzy memories of Last Life. A few vague impressions interspersed with a few sharp, out-of-context memories.

But she has crystal clear memories of the first and last time people disappeared. Including multiple friends and family of hers.

She steps aside to let them in.

"What do you mean, Grian?"

Mumbo gives her a small wave as he shuffles through the door, following close behind the much smaller woman, who marches in like she owns the place. Lizzie can respect that as much as she respects the way she carefully wipes her feet on the mat first.

"It's his Game," the woman says. "We're pretty sure at least. All the evidence suggests it. He's admin of the Game Servers we know that for a fact."

"Who's 'we'?" Lizzie leads the way to the kitchen table. Both of her impromptu visitors look quite comical in her slightly smaller than average chairs (scaled for Joel and for her own default form) Mumbo with his knees just slightly higher than can possibly be comfortable, and the strange...lemur(?) hybrid woman can't quite reach the ground with her feet. Lizzie shrinks down to her usual appearance and she is still taller than the other woman.

"I'm Netty Plays, you know Mumbo." Netty waves, visibly sheepish.

"I don't actually know what's happening," Mumbo informs her. "She woke me up about an hour ago. I've never met her before, but neither Grian or Scar are answering their comms."

"Martyn is my husband and I was also on Evo," Netty says. Lizzie knows what one of those things means. "When the Life Games started happening we started planning."

"Planning?"

Instead of answering, Netty asks her own question. "When was the last time you heard from SmallishBeans? Martyn disappeared about three hours ago."

Lizzie pulls out her comm and sends a check-in message to Joel. They have each other's IDs set to override, he should hear the alert no matter what. After a second she pulls up Jimmy's contact and sends him a message as well.

Both messages remain unread.

She gives it a minute. Jimmy is bad about answering his messages, but Joel always responds within a dozen ticks or so, even if its only with an emoji or a question mark. (Usually a question mark, she tends to message him thoughts and ideas with no context.)

Still nothing.

She shoves her comm back in her pocket. "What do you need from me?"

Netty leans forward, her arms planted firmly on the table-top. "I can get us there but we need a whitelisted Player to let us in. I can't summon Martyn because They blocked me from him. But I can see his player-lines. And you and he have very strong lines to the same Player. I need you to help me pull that Player out of the code before he is locked into the Game World."

Lizzie genuinely isn't sure what 'player-lines' are but she's willing to roll with it.

"And I need somewhere to make a summoning circle," Netty adds, seemingly as an after-thought. "At least six by six blocks."

There is only one place in the house that will work. Lizzie jumps to her feet and stomps into the living room. She can hear Netty and Mumbo behind her.

She walks into the living room, drops to her knees on the floor, and begins ripping up the carpet. (She may or may not have made a few summoning circles before herself. They'll need hardwood, not fibers.)

Mumbo makes a surprised noise.

Once she has a six-by-six cleared, she pops back up to her feet. "Now what?"

"Now What" turns out to be sitting on the sofa next to Mumbo and watching while Netty slowly and meticulously carves one of the most complicated circles Lizzie has ever seen into her floor. She recognizes some of the sigils. A lot of them seem to be as much focused on keeping...someone? something? out as pulling a Player in. She recognizes the sign from the door repeated several times. Her skin begins crawling before the circle is half-done.

"Right," Netty sits up and gives the circle a long, focused look. "That's it. You sit here," she points at one edge of the circle.

Lizzie slides down to sit on the floor, opposite Netty.

She is visibly nervous, wiping her hands down her jeans before she takes a deep, wavery breath and exhales in one long gust. "Right then. Okay. So I need you to put your hands there and there," She points at two more spaces within the circle, empty with small sigils in the center of each. "And now I need you to think about RenDog."

The name pings something in Lizzie's mind and she closes her eyes, chasing the faint memory.

A Shadow Knight for a Shadow Queen. Fire at the Faerie Fort. A mushroom house inside stone walls. "What are your orders, my queen?"

Around her, the sigils flare up in purple flames, and LDShadowLady reaches through the void and pulls.

#mcyt fanfiction #limited life smp #life series #trafficblr #ldshadowlady #netty plays #mumbojumbo #rain rambles #the elements of an interdimensional prison break #evo smp

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I'm really wondering how long she's going to stubbornly hold out.

At some point, I think she knew her game was up, and she'd realized something was off, but figured "oh, I can keep bothering my ex husband" and tried to play petty she-witch

now, she's here, exposed in octopus jibberish land, staring at tartarus on the superbowl, reblogging things she perceives as arguing with me that are simply re-enforcing things I've told her as to why this is happening, she's hearing fursuit gods on my command, reblogging misheard lyrics posts generally to the same songs we'd been using, and is now posting about the soundbar of the soul.

Like the other reblog was her going "oh no so I got it wrong so what", so like, she knows she's fucking wrong, then goes to scour the internet, but because we use the system and now use her for the system, she reblogged the persona-vs-craftname-as-the-same explanation, and so on, but like, she literally can't bring herself to even read her own signs anymore.

She'll just keep staring at the vehement idol of a bird in a cage as her lone original thought the last several days while I have her dreaming of death, be it in fursuits or reaper skins with the Last Beat Of The Soul on its fingertip. After I post the reaper, Philemon, and Color Your Night. Yeah, that's fine, Shealyn, don't think about it, right?

That cage, who her own disassociative roleplay self, Crystal, would have bitchslapped for me. And has, through time. The very symbol of oppression antithetical to the god she wanted to roleplay pretending to serve so she could groom her friends and family and spouse to rape my face as a cult, and nobody knew better, because nobody there knew real crafts to even know, they just went down the vague sensory delusion and disassociation hole.

That's it, that's the lone original thought she's mustered in about 3 days. If she stopped to even look at herself and her own motivations, she'd hate herself worse than she already does. not in the general way she does right now, but in a very exacted one. A sharp one. It's why she won't look. Like deadass, her ten years ago to her now would tell herself she's mutated into a monster.

Yeah, Shealyn. You're doing fine. Keep trying to annoy me. That's working out great for you. How much is you even trying to save your relationship with Mark and your friends with all your lies anymore, and how much is just you wandering around in the dark knowing no other action than to keep clutching on?

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Now I face out, I hold out I reach out to the truth of my life, seeking to seize On the whole moment to now break away Oh God, let me out, can you let me out? Can you set me free from this dark inner world? Save me now, last beat in the soul

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Bark for me again. Order more MegaBeef. Dance, lobster girl, dance in all that lemon butter. There's intense shrimp activity, squidward downsmash krabs, I'm enjoying pushing the buttons and grinding this out before Rebirth. Plankton is attacking the Superbowl, and Usher's in Tartarus. And it's a carnival, and mardis gras, and fools' week, and the Big game. And Christmas. And grandfather is gone, and it's your fault, and what is left will now follow you.

The collective conscious is mining through you at an exponential rate and you just want to cling to your cage. But don't worry, everyone saved your cat from possession.

You are being replaced, and there's now millions of us being generally directed against you towards a goal via adjacent craft and Work put in to make it happen. See how that works? Badumchink.

So like she can fuckin cling and try to be annoying, but she can just Annoying herself right into the void while spinning in denial unable to read the posts she herself is even sending now. You wanted to be me and him so bad, you signed your everything to us, and even as included in this post helpfully reblogged the explanation in everything from closed lodge teachings to generalized witch lingo why I'm able to shove my hand up your ass like a ventriloquist. So now we're here.

Try to annoy me some more, you weak cunt.

Truth serum available worldwide, Shay Shay.

But if you enjoy the collective of the mundi taking a pickaxe to your entire nature to give me the minecraft blocks to rebuild, you do you I guess. Fucking moron.

Thanks for the free post-apotheosis pantheon pass from having to put on this show now. I guess it's not a fucking cult anymore, you just all gotta personally accept it's me you're humping and actually listen to what I'm fucking telling you to do or not do if you claim to follow me, but you have all proven TERRIBLE at that already, so I still don't want you.

And it's so funny because she will still just think of Work in the vague paranormal end, like if she wishes hard enough. Not like my old 8ball connections and friendships activating into Atlanta or anything. Not like my months of setting her up for this. Not like my basically invading WB so thoroughly it's basically a sacrifice to him even as it dies, so he can make use of its motions. Works, it's about literal fucking works, choices, paths, actions. She never collapsed or felled multiple companies, she never voiced the masses, or led riots or charges, or collected great groups. She couldn't be assed.

In fact, she got very jealous when I did those things, hence her involvement with the people that tried to delete my server while working on the pitch and a bunch of other stuff. It took away the attention from her. I literally Could Not Complete My Works with her there, while keeping the fucking princess happy in her delulu realms. I leave for like a year and a half, I finish my literal impossible degree work, and like, that's not coincidence. She was literally the problem. She is literally in the way. That's why she's so backwards about everything about him, because even when he tried to teach her she always went backwards to disappear into channeling and roleplay land.

Like no, Shea. You truly cannot simply Bullshit up a path of Works you've left by which to do your ~magic on this scale, ok? you just can't. Get over it.

That horrible feeling you want to blame me for that you're experiencing. That's regret. Don't disassociate it somewhere else. I haven't opened my negative emotion psych attacks on you yet, so no, those are yours. Don't worry, that's still coming in time, I'm just waiting for an opportune moment. You gave me a LOT to work with sis.

Sadly, as large as the mansion to me up in your head is, some of this shit isn't even mine while still not being yours. I'm truly wondering how much of you has always been sociopathic mimicry. Who's shit IS this? I mean it's mine NOW but who's all this shit you stole and pretended to be.

Yall deadass.

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Khun Aguero Agnes x reader

Type- fluff

Just in time

"Mommy! Mommy!" Your little ones yelled, running at you as fast a there little legs could carry them. "Look Mommy, look! We found a picture of you and dad!" Handing you the picture they found. "Now you know you're not supposed to be in the attic." You scolded the twins before taking the frame.

"Oh, I've been looking for this ever since we settled down. Where was it?" You asked. "I don't know" he said before looking at the dark hard wood floor. "He went into the box with all of daddy's old sharp stuff!" Your little girl confessed. "Don't throw your brother under the bus like that darling." The sudden voice startling you and the kids.

"It's time for bed." He huffs as he picks her up. "Oo, oo! Can Mommy tell us a bed time story first? Pretty please daddy?" Humming he looks at you as if questioning if you'd like to. "Of course, how about the first time me and your father met?" The kids seem to light up with excitement and rush to sit on the couch as Aguero groans.

~~~

"You should have listened to me, blue turtle!"

"Rak, come on. Mr.Khun only got hurt because-"

"Just let him have it."

"God they're so annoying" you muttered under you breath. "Eh, I know some other regulars that are so much worse." The blonde next to you spoke with slight annoyance laced in his voice before taking a sip of his coffee. "If I ever visit here after I become a ranker remind me not to except a job offer, I feel bad for you." He chuckles at your comment, but it comes to a stop with your next question. "What was your name again?"

"Did you really forget already? Mhm, you meant it when you said you were terrible with names, well I guess it can't be helped. It's Hansung Yu, try to remember it this time." You did feel kinda bad forgetting so soon, but then- "Now remind me of yours." Sarcasm dripped from every word of that sentence. "You did that on purpose!" You accusing the man seemed to only entertain him more. Chuckling to himself "How are you going to got so offended for something you've done to me, what? seven times?" Huffing you stood up, purposely knocking his coffee out of his hand and into his lap.

Smiling as you walked away knowing you got the last laugh, you heard Lero-ro over the speakers. "Alright, regulars if I could have your attention please, I would like to go over what the next test will require, the rules, and most importantly the main point. The test will be taken in the woods on the east end of the floor tomorrow at five am sharp." Everyone groaned including you. Clearing his throat to collect your attention back to him again he continued "The main goal is to get two spherical crystals in two hours. Some of you will start off with a yellow sphere while the others will start with pink sphere. You need one of each color so you will need to take from another team, but you and your team will have to partner up with another team."

∆

The day of the exam

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!! "Ugh. . . WHY?!"

When you reach the testing area you are greeted with a surprise, your team is late. You sigh, knowing that you can only sit and wait for them to show up. As you start reading you notice a brunette coming up to you "Hey, I'm Bam. Do you have a team that you've partnered up with yet?"

"Mhm, no. We were planning on picking when we got here, but they're late so we probably don't have many good choices left."

"Yeah, a lot of teams decided who they were going with last night. We had the same plan you did, but that's not working out very well. Do you want to team up with us?" He asked pointing at the rest of his team. "Sure, we might as well. I'll meet you at the entrance?" Nodding he walks off while you go to message the rest of your team that you found who'd you be partners with and you were very displeased with the response - 'WAIT! THAT'S TODAY?!'

'yes are you an IDIOT?!' huffing you see that the line in is getting short so you decide to get in the back. When you get to the front you are asked who you are teaming up with. You can only describe him and his teammates since you already forgot his name. The guard nods seemingly knowing who you are talking about and hands you a yellow sphere. When you enter the gates the brunette immediately snatches your wrist and starts running east.

"Sorry, but Mr.Khun wants to get this over and done with, also Rak is very Impatient."

∆

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" you ask Rak "You ran off and got a pink one by yourself? This Close To The Deadline?!"

"Hey, please calm down. We only have a half an hour left, we need to find Mr.Khun." Bam pleads with you "ugh, fine." You sigh signaling defeat. You were tired and all of the other teams were not worth attacking since they all had the same sphere you did. "Thank you. Now Rak if you go south, I'll go west, and you go north. We should have a good chance at finding him if we do that." Nodding you race off, you know that you are short on time, but you have a good feeling that you'll find him.

By now you have run so far you are starting to feel tired, you legs are shaking, but you have to find him. You suddenly start to hear the shinsu river that borders the testing area, you start to come to a stop thinking that there was no way he would have gone any further, but something tells you to keep going. You see the river, then you see him.

"KHUN!! Hey we've been looking for you!" Startled by you sudden outburst he looks at you shocked, then quickly regains his composure and gives you an icy glare. "Now. . .why aren't you with Bam?" Was he crazy? Of course you'd go looking for him, you pause your train of thought to check how much time you had left. "There's seven minutes left and you think we wouldn't come looking for you?" You question as you walk towards him. "Are you an idiot? I thought you were supposed to be the SMART ONE!!"

With those words you get inches away from his face. Stepping back he starts to form a response, but that is quickly cut short as he falls into the strong river of shinsu. The substance takes him away so fast you almost have no time to respond. Almost. You know there's a waterfall that marks the end of the area and it was coming up very fast, you had to do something. Running after him at full speed you started to hear the shinsu dropping. Not only that you could see it.

Lunging at him you were only close enough to grab his blue ponytail. His hair was soft, to soft. It slipped wright out of your hand, but he turned to face you, and you could see the look of fear in his eyes as he grabbed your wrist. You used what strength you had left to pull him out of the water. He collapsed into you tired and wet before hastily pulling away. He looked away from you and muttered under his breath a broken "Thank you."

~~~

"And that kids is how I met your father!" You exclaimed, beaming at your children. " Wow Mommy you really get there in the last minute!" Their blue eyes shining brighter than there freshly washed hair.

Aguero got up from where he was sitting, a content look playing at his face. He hugs you from behind and kisses the crown of your head before sighing and saying in a reminiscing voice "Yes, she was just in time."

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter Seventeen

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters:McKenna, Loki

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.6k

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She peered over her shoulder to find he was laying on his stomach, a pillow bunched beneath his head, just watching her. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I did,” he replied.

She pulled open the doors and stepped over the threshold, her jaw going slack at the pure splendor around her. “Oh, my God… the taps are… is that… gold?”

“Turn them and see what happens,” he called.

The tub was the size of a small swimming pool, made of black marble, with gold taps. Only, unlike every other shower or bathtub she’d ever seen, there weren’t just two taps. This tub had four taps in addition to the spigot. “What do the other ones do?”

Loki appeared in the doorway. “Try them.”

“I’m almost afraid to.”

“They’re all safe. Trust me.”

“You keep saying that. I do trust you.”

“Then turn them, including this one,” he reached around her to tap his fingers against the second third fixture.

She did. Water flowed from it, crystal clear and when she dipped her hand into it, it was the perfect temperature. “How does it know?”

“I have no idea. The one on the far right is purely cold and the one on the far left is only hot.” Loki perched on the tub’s edge and tapped the fixture alongside the hot tap. “Try this. It was my favorite when I was a boy.”

She smiled at him, trying to picture him as a boy. Impossible. He had to be born a full-grown man. She turned the tap and Loki pulled her down into his lap, his arm tight about her waist as bubbles spilled from the golden tap to mingle with the water. The suds sparkled like diamonds. Or butterflies.

And the smell! The scent of strawberries touched her nose, sweet and heady, and she peered up at him over her shoulder. “You liked bubbles?”

“I loved them. I’d spend hours swimming in this tub. Frigga used to say I’d be forever pruny because of it. But she never told me not to.” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “And you are the first woman to ever set foot in here. In any part of these chambers.”

She shivered as he kissed over her ear, and with his free hand, swept her hair to the side to continue his way along her neck. Her eyelids grew heavy and she let them close, let the sensations sink into her.

“I look forward to splashing about in there with you, love,” he whispered, his breath hot on her nape. “But for now, I’ll allow you to bathe in peace, and with privacy.”

With that, he eased her from his lap and stood. “And when you’ve finished, you will eat and then sleep. I’ll be right outside, should you need anything.”

She nodded, swirling her hand in the water. The bubbles sparkled even more brightly. “Do I need to lock the door?”

“No, McKenna. I promise, I won’t come in, unless you need me to. Enjoy your soak.”

With that, he left, only to return a moment later with an armful of blue fabric. “When you’re finished,” he explained, setting the fabric on the black marble vanity. “And I promise, that was the last time I’ll barge in.”

He pulled the door by again and as the tub continued to fill, she peeled off her dirty clothes. Her back ached. Her wrists ached. But Eir had healed the cuts and bruises on her face, so she hoped by morning she’d feel like herself again.

The hot water seeped into her and she groaned in appreciation as she lowered into it. She found it was deep enough that when her feet touched the bottom, the water still came to her neck. The bubbles popped softly, but the level of suds never sank.

Shampoo and conditioner stood on the tub’s rim, and she sighed with deep appreciation as she went to work scrubbing and rinsing, and when she finished bathing, the water hadn’t even begun to cool.

She swam to the far end, where a golden rail had been affixed into the black marble, and climbed out of the tub and reached for one of the thick towels folded on the vanity. She dried herself, wrapping her hair in a second towel, and plucked the ball of blue fabric.

When she shook it out, it was to see it was a simple gown, in the Grecian style, with a high waist, low vee-cut neckline, narrow straps, and piped in golden thread. As she drew it over her head, it swirled about her in a silken fall, skimmed over her as cool as water. The material was light and smooth and she was pretty sure it was silk. And not synthetic silk, but the genuine thing. It was, in all its simplicity, the most beautiful dress she’d ever worn.

She unwrapped her hair from the towel, squeezing the excess water from it as she padded back into the main chamber. Loki was stretched out on the bed again, dressed in only his black leggings, lying on his stomach, facing her, his eyes closed.

She paused. In the faint glow of the numerous lit candles scattered about the large room, the swells of muscle along his arms, shoulders, and back were well-defined in the golden light. Then she frowned, she also saw the shadows of fading bruises along his back and sides. In the center of each bruise was what looked like a healing slash.

He’d shielded her from God-only-knew what sort of weapons the Chitauri used. Shielded her with his own body. Put her safety above his own. No man ever did something of that sort for her—not that there were many occasions for it, but still—but Loki had done so, and without hesitation.

She sank onto the edge of the bed, taking care not to jostle him. Several thick strands of black hair slid down over his face in loose curls and she gently stroked them back. At her touch, he stirred, his eyes slowly opening. “Is it morning already? Does Odin wish to see me?”

“Go back to sleep,” she whispered, still stroking his hair. She couldn’t help herself. It was so soft, the light dancing along the sheen so perfectly. “It’s still the middle of the night, I think.”

He shifted, rolling onto his back with a soft groan. “Oh… I hurt…”

“Do you need that healer?”

As she moved to rise, he caught her by the wrist. “No. I’m fine. Just sore.” He blinked sleep from his eyes and managed a tired smile. “Did you enjoy your bath?”

“It was awesome. And here I thought my claw-foot bathtub was the best thing ever.” She held out the towel from her hair. “Where should I put this?”

He twitched his fingers and the towel disappeared. “You needn’t worry about it.” As he spoke, his gaze slid over her. “Eir must have thought the Captain was going to be rewarded for his bravery, to choose this for you.”

Heat flashed through her. “Is that so?”

“He would hope to be, if he didn’t ache from head to toe.” He tugged on her arm to draw her down beside him. “As it is, I’d much rather just go back to sleep.”

“So go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s all right.” A sigh rose up into the darkness as the candles all went out at the same time and he shifted to give her a bit more room. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine now. A little bit of a headache, I suppose, and my arms are really tired from those stupid shackles. But I’ll be right as rain tomorrow, as my mother used to say.” She rose onto her elbow to gaze down at him, even though she really couldn’t see him in the dark. “What happens now?”

“Now? I’m not sure. Thor will speak to Odin, but there’s no guarantee I won’t find myself imprisoned again.”

McKenna sighed softly, curving against him and letting her hand come to rest on his chest. His skin was cool, pale in the darkness, and she just barely felt the thump of his heartbeat. “And then I’ll be sent home, won’t I?”

“The Allfather is very disappointed in me, I’m sure. Disappointed and furious, no doubt, so it’s entirely possible. And I suppose it’s entirely possible I will get the axe this time.”

She shivered at the thought of that. Loki eased his arm about her. “Am I making you too cold, love?”

“No. I just don’t think I could bear it if you were to be—” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word aloud. “For that to happen,” she finished lamely.

He drew her even closer. “As long as you’re safe, I could live with it. It’s not my first choice, of course, but still…”

“Would I help if I went with Thor? If I told your father how you offered yourself in exchange for me to the Other?”

He smiled. “It would be a drop of water in an ocean, love. I’ve done far too much.”

Her throat squeezed shut and she shook her head. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth. I’ve lied to everyone, including myself, long enough. Perhaps now the time has come for me to own up to all I’ve done. And if that means I forfeit my life, so be it.”

“But…” her voice broke and she shook her head as she tried to control the wavering in it. “How can you be so calm… so blasé… about this? God, last week I didn’t know you even existed and now I can’t imagine…”

She rolled away from him, staring at the faint glow of stars through the open windows across from them. The bed shifted and his arm slid over her waist. His voice was soft in her ear as he whispered, “There’s always hope it won’t come to that, McKenna. But if it does, do not mourn me.”

Her eyes stung and she squeezed them shut to keep from crying. “How do I not mourn you?” she whispered.

He didn’t respond, but his hand swept gently over her stomach and he kissed her ear. “We have tonight and tomorrow and I have much to share with you. And it does not involve tears of any sort. Understand?”

She nodded and allowed him to gently ease her back to face him. She managed to open her eyes and although they still shimmered with tears, she smiled. There was so much she wanted to tell him, so much she wanted to say, and yet, she held back. Fear of making of fool of herself over a guy, yet again, made her hesitant. And besides, she’d only known him a week. It had to be merely the emotion of what had happened over the last few days.

But the words were there, hovering just on the tip of her tongue. And yet her courage failed her. Loki kissed her forehead, and then her lips, and pulled her tight against him again as they both sank into the pillows.

She slid her arm about his waist and curved against him as if to imprint him on her body. Not that it mattered—he’d already done that himself back in the cozy room at the Winchester B&B when they made love the very first time. No matter what, she would never forget him, would never get over him, and would probably never meet anyone else who made her feel what Loki did.

***

Long after McKenna drifted off, Loki lay awake, staring up into the darkness. He half-expected Odin to come thundering through the door and bring his sword down upon his neck at any moment.

He knew what he had to do.

He had to face Odin.

But not just yet. He would come tomorrow night, after he had the chance to show McKenna what he wished to show her and tell her what he wished to say. Then, he could go to the Allfather and accept his fate, whatever it might be.

McKenna sighed in her sleep. Her hair spilled across his over his arm, glinting gold in the moonlight, and he slid a hand over it. She felt so perfect there, in his arms. And he never wanted to let her go from them. Thor could have the rest of Midgard. All Loki wanted was this one woman.

His Midgardian.

Somehow, his brain stopped whirling enough to let him fall asleep, only it short-lived, as he was thrown awake by the elbow that caught him hard in the belly to drive his breath from his lungs and McKenna let out a terrified, high-pitched scream.

“Oh, God… No…” She thrashed about, tangling the covers about herself. “Please… no… don’t…”

Loki's lungs finally inflated and he inhaled deeply as he reached for her. She fought against hims, her heels slamming into his shins, her hands clawing at the far side of the bed as if to drag herself away from him. Finally, he managed to pull her closer and whispered, “Shh… McKenna… It’s all right…”

She fought him at first, her fingernails raking down his forearms, her feet bouncing off his legs, but he just held her tighter, and whispered, “Easy, love… It’s only a dream… only a dream…”

McKenna cried out again. She melted into sobs clinging to him, sobbing like a child, and he just wrapped his arms more tightly about her, cradling her as he murmured, “All is well, love. A nightmare—you’re just having a nightmare…”

She quieted in his arms, her breath hitching as the only indication that she still cried. He squeezed her closer still, smoothing a hand over her hair. “Everything is as it should be, love. You’re safe here. I promise you, you are safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“God… it was so real…” Her voice broke and she drew in a shaky breath as she lifted swollen red eyes to him. “So real.”

“It wasn’t real. I promise you it wasn’t.”

She nodded, pulling out of his embrace to swipe at the tears still trickling down her cheeks. “I thought I was going to die there. Alone and cold, on some barren rock.”

“I wasn’t going to allow that to happen.” He sat back against the pillows. “I knew as soon as Thor agreed to help me that I’d find you. Heimdall has many gifts and I’ve never appreciated his Sight until you were taken.”

She sat across from him, legs folded but the skirt of her gown long enough to keep her from revealing anything. She shivered, wrapping her arms about herself. “I didn’t know that, though. I didn’t even know a human could survive in one of your other realms.”

“You can, in most of them. You were lucky, though, since Jötunheim is far colder than any you are most likely accustomed to.”

She shivered again. “I didn’t feel so lucky.”

“Come here.” He held out one arm. “Let me warm you.”

“How? You’re always colder.”

“Not always.” He caught her by the hand and gently pulled to draw her back into his arms. “See? I control the Frost Giant, he doesn’t control me.”

She trembled against him. “I don’t want to go back to sleep.”

“You don’t have to. Not right away, anyway.” He lifted his right hand and with a flick, made a small white bird appear. “Here. It won’t bite.”

She held out her hand and he placed the small bird in her palm. It cooed, then settled down and as it drifted off to sleep, it faded from view. “Tell me you won’t make it snow.”

“Not this night, I won’t. You know why I did it then, don’t you?”

“To prove you were who you said you were—a Frost Giant.”

“Well, yes, that’s true, but then I told you to hit me with the snowball, didn’t I?” He glanced down at her. “I wanted to make you smile. You’d just told me about your mother’s death and I’d never seen such sadness in one heart.”

“And is that why they turned into butterflies?”

“You’re catching on, love. I wanted only to make you smile. You’d been kind to me. So few people are, not that I can entirely fault them.

“But you were, right from the beginning, even after I threatened you. You would have helped me if I hadn’t threatened, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, you didn’t really threaten me. But you were very arrogant.”

He grinned. “I was in pain. And you threw a notepad at me. Hit me right here,” he touched the center of his chest, where only the tiniest hint of a scar remained from his run-in with the Kursed. “And that’s where I’d taken the spear. I heal quickly, but there was much for me to heal from.”

“Well, I thought you were going to zap me into the next dimension or something. And where did my phone go, by the way?”

“The next dimension, but you needn’t worry. It’ll be on the counter when you return to Midgard.”

She tucked her head against his shoulder. “What other magic can you do?”

“What did you wish to see?”

“I don’t know.”

“I can move things.” He swished his hand and the draperies closed to block out the moonlight. Another swish, and they opened and retied themselves back. “I can create things, such as your fireworks.”

A flick of his hand and purple and white rockets burst overhead, only with no noise and no danger of fire. He glanced down at her, smiling at the colors reflected in her eyes. Pretty eyes, he’d told her. Too pretty to suffer the same fate as the unfortunate German scientist in Stuttgart.

“And, if you needed, I can replicate things.” With that, two dozen Lokis appeared, standing around the bed, all smiling at her.

“That’s kind of weird.” She gazed over at him. “Although, it does lend itself to some interesting ideas, don’t you think?”

“Ah, but if you touch any one of them, they vanish, remember?” He chuckled, smoothing her hair away from her face. “I hope you find me satisfactory enough alone.”

“I suppose you’ll do.” Her expression became thoughtful. “Can you make other things appear? Like, from memory?”

“How do you mean?”

“If I showed you a picture of my mother, could you make her appear?”

Her voice held such hopefulness, that it hurt for him to have to shake his head. “I’m sorry, love. I cannot make the dead reappear. The most I could do is an image, but unlike when I came to you on Jötunheim, she would neither speak to nor hear you.”

Her face fell but she nodded. “I thought it was a long shot, but didn’t see the harm in asking.”

“McKenna, if I could give you that, I would.”

She nodded again, sweeping her hair behind one ear as she ducked her head. “I know.”

He reached out to catch her beneath the chin with one finger and lifted her face to his. “I would give you anything you wish, love. You need only ask and it is yours.”

With that, he lowered his hand from her chin and in his palm lay a perfect cut emerald, glinting in the moonlight. “It is the same color as your eyes.”

“You noticed?”

“Of course I noticed. Your eyes are striking, McKenna.”

“Yours are the same color at times.”

“They are.” A hint of a devilish smile played about his lips. “At times.”

She shivered and a delicate blush colored her cheeks. “Is that the only time?”

He smiled. “That you’ll have to discover for yourself.” He took the emerald to set in her hand. “Perhaps a Midgardian jeweler can set it for you.”

She shook her head, still gazing down at the stone in her hand. And when she looked back up at him, her eyes were puzzled. “Why do you keep this side hidden away?”

“Because I had forgotten this side existed. I was nearly consumed by jealousy and anger, and it nearly cost me everything. Who knows? If I hadn’t landed in your apartment, perhaps it would have done just that.”

“So you really didn’t choose me?”

“I wish I could say yes, but the truth is, I was angry and in pain and just needed a place to hide, as cowardly as that sounds.”

She yawned, and reached to set the emerald on the bedside table before snuggling against him again. “It isn’t cowardly.” She peered up at him with sleepy eyes. “And I still find it so difficult to reconcile the man lying here with the same man who gouged out an eye, killed eighty people in two days, and managed to kill a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D agents—for the most part—as well. It just doesn’t seem possible.”

He sighed softly. “But it is. I doubt I will ever be welcomed on Midgard. And I doubt I would ever be trusted.”

McKenna trailed her hand down his arm, sliding her hand beneath his and turning her palm so it touched his. She entwined her fingers with his and murmured, “You have such beautiful hands, Loki. And they can be so gentle, loving when they choose…” Her voice grew sleepy and her words trailed off.

“Only with you, love,” he whispered as her breathing grew deep and even.

#Loki #Loki Fanfic #Loki x ofc #Tom Hiddleston #Thor #Romance #Is it hot in here?#Jersey girl #Marvel #Marvel fanfic

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dreaminlittlenightmares · 2 years

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Writing prompt! We know how the Eyes like to punish the Thin Man when they're angry with him but what would happen if they got mad at little Mono? It's up to the Thin Man to save him before it's too late! Bonus if other characters are somehow included in the rescue.

Papa bear mode activated!

Title: Pink Room Word Count: 1826 Characters: the Thin Man, Mono, the Lady, the Flesh Eyes

"So, that's where I am," the Lady said, concluding her story, "The children don't like me, and I don't like them. But, at least we've stopping trying to kill each other." The Thin Man rested his chin in his palm and gave her a warm, goofy smile. The second she saw it and how to kept stretching across his thin, bony face, she gritted her teeth behind her mask. "Stop that..." The Thin Man snickered. "You know, when I said to try to get along with Six and Seven, I wasn't expecting you to actually do it." The Lady rolled her eyes. "That's because you're starting to rub off on me." She got up from the table and headed over to her liquor cabinet.

"Oh God, I hope not!" the Thin Man laughed, "I don't think both of us need to be an unhinged ball of chaotic energy, who thrives on the misery of others."

"A shame you won't allow me to enjoy such things." The Lady walked back and handed him a glass of whiskey. "Though, I suppose between you and North Wind, there's already enough chaos in the world."

The Thin Man took the glass and hummed. His trip to the Maw wasn't suppose to be a long one. He left Mono back at the Tower unattended, and often felt bad ditching the youngster. He swallowed the liquor, enjoying the sweet and spiciness on his tongue. He looked at the remnants of the brown liquor in his cup and paused.

Suddenly, he slammed the glass into the table angrily, shattering it on impact.

The Lady looked at him, then to the broken crystals that glistened in the light. "Thank you," she said sarcastically, "I've always wanted to destroy pristine crystalline glasses from the west, just to remind myself how much I spent for them. Did you cut you hand?"

The Thin Man delayed his answer. "...I'm really angry all of a sudden." He looked at his hand. There were specs of crystal dust on his palm, but no blood.

"All of sudden?" The Lady carefully took the Thin Man's hand to inspect the damage.

"Yeah," the Thin Man sighed, "Like I want to kill something level of angry. This has never happened before."

"Well, then-"

"No dear," the Thin Man interrupted, "I've never actually been this angry with you. This is..." He shook his head. "I'm gonna...go now. Something's off. I wanna just check things for a sec." The Lady nodded. It wasn't like him to have an outburst like this; so, whatever was going on, she believe it wasn't his doing. The pair headed back to the tv in the Residency when a flash of light and a screeching buzzing sound roared from it. Mono flung out of the tv, shaking and panting.

"Mono?" the Lady asked quickly.

"What are you doing here?" the Thin Man added, blushing slightly. The kid knew that they were a thing, but it was still embarrassing to be seen like this.

"WHERE ARE YOU, BOY!?" a voice bellowed from behind the screen. Mono squeaked and dashed towards the Thin Man, and cowered behind his pants leg. The Thin Man scooped up Mono quickly and handed him to the Lady. She hid the young boy in her long sleeves. "WHERE ARE YOU!!" An eye appeared on the screen, looking wild and furious.

The Thin Man walked over to the tv calmly. "I'm right here," he answered, "what happened?"

"Where is the kid?" the Eye demanded.

"Not here," the Thin Man lied smoothly. He leaned in to block the Eye from looking around.

"Rubbish! We saw him go through this screen!"

"This screen is well out of the kid's reach," the Thin Man said, "Even with his powers, he wouldn't be able to come through here. Why? What did he do?" The Thin Man didn't get an answer. The Eye huffed and retreated away bitterly. The Thin Man pulled away from the screen and turned off the television. Then, he swiveled on his heels back to face the Lady and Mono. "What did you do?"

“Nothing!” Mono flailed the Lady’s sleeves off of his head. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Kid, the only time those things are that angry is when I messed up hard. So, what in the world did you do?”

Mono stared directly into the Thin Man’s eyes. “I...I knocked over one of the lamps in a live room. T-the big one with the many bulbs. I’m sorry...”

The Thin Man crossed his arms. “Uh huh. How about the truth this time, kid.”

“Mono,” the Lady spoke up calmly, “You might as well tell Mr. Thin Man the truth. He’s not mad at you. He just wants to know what happened.”

The Lady's reassuring tone help the little boy calm down. He looked down at the floor in shame. "I don't know," he started, "Really, I don't! I went into a pink room and they yelled at me. So, I ran for it. I don't know what I did! I'm sorry."

"A pink room?" The Thin Man gazed up at the ceiling. "I can only think of two pink rooms in the Tower. One is the Lady's room...which you shouldn't be in in the first place. And, the second would be the room with the chair; and you've been there before..." The Thin Man cocked his head to the side, running an quick, mental inventory of all the rooms in the Transmission Tower.

"The Eyes wouldn't be angry with Mono for entering my room," the Lady said, as she gently petted Mono on the head.

"No, they wouldn't." The Thin Man looked back at Mono. "Was this pink room like the flesh walls, but pinker?"

"Uh, y-yes?"

"With more veins and kinda smooth?"

"...yes?"

"Ah, fu-" The Thin Man trailed off and turned away in disappointment. "Okay, let me go fix this." He placed his hand on the television screen.

"Why? What's the room?" Mono asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older."

"Thin," the Lady called out, "You might as well tell him what the room is now."

"True, but let me handle this first.” The Thin Man sighed. “It’s a room that I should have locked from you. But, with you reality warping powers, you probably would have gone in there anyways." The older man grumbled a cuss word to himself and shook his head. He looked back at Mono and the Lady. "Can he stay-?"

"Yes." The Lady answered before he could finish.

"Am I in trouble?" Mono whimpered.

"Oh kid, you're in a whole lot of trouble. I'm gonna go talk to them before they literally kill you." The Thin Man looked to the Lady. "I'll be fine. I can handle this."

The Lady stood up a little taller. "Don't make me come over there and put a hex on them." The Thin Man smiled wryly and looked back at Mono. The poor boy was practically peeing his pants. He'll be safer at the Maw, though, piss and all. The Thin Man turned back to the tv screen and slipped through to the other side. It didn't take long for the Eyes to rush in viciously.

"You're back!"

"Where is the boy!?"

"Hiding," the Thin Man answered stoically, "What did he do?" He needed to hear their perspective to better gauge on how to deal with Mono's curiosity.

The Eyes yelled all at once.

"He went into the Greeting Room!" "He went into the Simulation Room!" "It's the Absorption Room, you fools!" "No, it's the Greeting Room!" "Simulation Room!!" "Absorption Room!"

"The Pink Room," the Thin Man whispered, but it was enough to silence the Eyes.

"He's too young to be in there!"

"We were only trying to look out for the boy's best interest."

"He's not ready for that room..."

"I agree." The Thin Man tucked his hands in his pockets. The Pink Room was where Viewers were brought, after they have been sucked in by the Transmission. Most died, but others became another Eye to join the consciousness of the Tower. The room was traumatic and disorientating to anyone who entered it. Mono wasn't ready to be formally introduced to that secret.

"You can't punish him," the Thin Man continued, "not like that. Not like how you do with me. He's too young."

"A punishment anyways," one Eye countered, "He does not get off scot-free."

"He's nine!" the Thin Man argued, "Ten, maybe! Either way, he's a child and gets into stuff. You can't kill him for this."

"So, the boy gets away with this?"

"I didn't say that. You can punish him, but not with that."

"YOU think we'd listen to you!?" A sharp, welting pain cut across the Thin Man's cheeks. He knew this pain, and refused to buckle from it.

"I said 'no'." He waved his hand across the air in front of him, sending out a rippling wave of his power at the Eyes. "You want Mono, you're going to have to kill me first."

"Insolence!" The Thin Man prepared himself for their wrath. He'll fight them, all of them, even if that meant confiding himself to this dreadful place to keep Mono safe. But, before the searing wet pains cut into him again, a deep, booming voice roared from the darkness.

"Enough."

The Eyes vanished, but one gigantic one remained. The Thin Man glared at it fearlessly and in relief. This was the Eye he was hoping to speak with immediately.

The Eye looked at the frail old man lazily. "It's clear that if anything happens to little Mono, you'll throw as much as a fit as if we were to do anything to that woman of yours."

"...Yes." The Thin Man didn't mix his words.

"You're putting too much effort protecting your younger self," the Eye grumbled.

"I'm just trying to give little me a better life than I had."

The Eye watched the Thin Man carefully. "A punishment," it said, "more than a slap on the wrist, but much less than if we dealt with this." There was no compromise in its authoritative voice.

"Fine," the Thin Man nodded, "Tomorrow, then. Half the punishment is already done. The kid knows he's in trouble, and the anticipation of facing the consequences is already eating at him. I'll handle this when he comes back."

"Fine." The Eye looked surprised. "You're more twisted than we expected. Poor boy. Don't go back on this." The Eye vanished back into the darkness.

The Thin Man hung his head in relief. That went easier than he thought. He'll have to deal with Mono accordingly, but first, the Pink Room. It needed to be locked away and kept from the lad. There will be a time that Mono will have to greet a withered, humanoid mass of flesh when he eventually becomes the next Broadcaster. But for now, it'll be closed to him so they won't have to go through this again.

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Week 42 Transcript

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Intro

Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s Recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!

Lizzie

Taking over the world is an ambitious goal for Mayor Lizzie, but an opportunity has shown itself that will provide an excellent path for expansion. King Scott’s rule asks for a representative build in Chromia, and if she can get him to sign away part of his land for this project, the expansion can begin.

Scott does sign off on it, so now the problem is exactly what to build. It may be only one chunk wide, but she gets from bedrock to build height - Animalia is going vertical. That doesn’t mean it’ll be ugly though, of course not! She doesn’t want any reason for the King to be digging deeper. She decorates the tower with signature Animalia style with each level signifying another animalian district.

To make this truly a one-chunk city for her citizens the place must be functional! She adds rooftop farmland and some bees before going inside and decorating every floor –

[LIZZIE] We have the kitchen here, where all of the food for the villagers is cooked, and then they sleep obviously, don’t look at the human ones, they’re not real.

[NARRATOR] All of her different villagers are going to need space to live! Now the land is hers, she’s not just going to use it for some villagers - Scott made the mistake of showing her Chromia’s geothermal crystals, so this seems like the perfect place to build a lava farm!

Gathering the initial lava is quite resource heavy on the buckets, but luckily her froggy villagers will sell her buckets of cod en masse… You just have to make sure not to tell them what she did with the cod.

[LIZZIE] Uh oh. Oh no.

[MANY FISH JUMPING AND DYING]

[LIZZIE] It’s a sad day for the cod community. There! I collected all the lava and nobody had to die! Except for all the cod…

Scott

[NARRATOR] The new ruler of the server Scott Smajor spends some time setting out borders in his empires for his fellow rulers. Remembering back to last week, those plots are for the king’s rule - that every emperor must have an embassy or similar built in Chromia.

Mayor Lizzie stops by to have Scott sign off on a contract handing over the parcel of land to Animalia. She’s trustworthy… well, more trustworthy than some people.

A few days later reveals a large number of builds have risen in Chromia. It’s mildly surprising that so many have followed the rules!

Tumble Town leaves a TNT wagon which is not a safety risk at all - thank god Chromia doesn’t have OSHA though.

The previous ruler Pix leaves a froglight tree, dropping froglights across Chromia. It’s probably one of the only builds that actually fits in with the aesthetic.

The olipelagan empire leaves an interesting statue with a musical surprise!

The Gobland contribution has something against people, or possibly just movement in general given that it looks amazing but screams whenever you get too close.

Animalia has just made a mini city in Chromia, truly making herself at home. Several animalian villagers have moved into the new build already - Scott might have to start making them pay Taxes.

Stratos’s contribution is very typical of Joel, but perhaps less representative of Stratos as a whole. He does like his own face too much.

Sanctuary has provided a dance studio, complete with music and a pole, which is all very fitting for Sanctuary.

Katherine, Gem and Joey are the final rulers left to make their mark. Shelby has claimed an area with intent even if she hasn’t yet built anything, and False gets a pass as she probably doesn’t even know the Crown exists.

He may now have a collection of builds from the other emperors, but he still wants to fill up his collection rooms. He shuffles through his chests and brings out a series of items he’s collected throughout time.

He hangs them all in the collection room, including the crown, and which may not be the smartest of ideas given that the room doesn’t even have glass in its windows.

Turning his attention to some odd creatures, his mysterious book instructs him on how to collect some rare creatures. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Scott takes on the task of finding a mooshroom.

Seven thousand blocks later, and Scott gets the mooshroom struck with lightning in the right place. Hopefully the reward is worth the struggle!

A few surprises are back in Chromia for him, but not from the mysterious creatures - it’s Gem’s build, a very modest little house, and the fact The Crown. Is Gone.

Pix

[PIX] Being a ghost is, surprisingly, not so bad.

[NARRATOR] Being a ghost isn't the most concerning result of the tea party for Pixlriffs - it's the tools he lost while everyone was trying to solve his murder. And he'll need new tools to bring a piece of the Ancient Capitol to Chromia, as commanded by King Scott. In the meantime, though, he might as well get a little haunting in.

[PIX] oooOOooOo you will be visited by the spirits of three episodes!

[OLI] Ohhhh! No, that--it’s too late for that now, its too late.

[NARRATOR] Oli knows that even dead, Pix is still handy with redstone, and also happy to help with the musical gift the bard is bringing the new King. His missing things included his enderchest, unfortunately, and there does not seem to be a single one in all of Chromia - not even in Pearl's home! Though she did have a slightly more solid version of Pix's head.

Pix helps Oli work out an off switch for the music box and re-enacts his own death with Fwhip's help for a break. By the time he sets out to find his own plot, however, the off switch is still on, so he claims the furthest spot away from the noise before heading back to retooling himself.

After falling in lava and losing everything - again - Pix has to head back to the End for another elytra and runs into something very strange.

[PIX] –I found one that hadn’t been. But as I was pillaring up to that end city ship, I found this! And I have no idea what this is, and this was just out here 4,000 blocks out in the end, and I have zero idea what its doing here!

[NARRATOR] The beehive is hollow and holds no answers. And very few bees at this point.

Befuddled, Pixlriffs gears up to head back into the Nether to retrieve any tools that didn't burn in the lava - with a fire resist potion this time. This involves rockets, so he tops up at Gem's raid farm, because at this point there's so many places to get gunpowder on the server that it wouldn't matter if Jimmy never restocked.

He flies back to the burning nook, and it seems the Crown's curse is finally lifted - his elytra didn't actually burn! One less thing to grind re-enchanting.

Tools in hand, Pix heads back to Chromia, and finds Jimmy's wagon build in the spot he'd selected - the sheriff's real first act of villainy. Undeterred, Pix picks another place to plant a genuine froglight tree, complete with a few surprises around the roots. He also stays in the local inn, and makes use of the suggestion box.

[PIX] –few suggestions in here already. I’m gonna say, “More enderchests, fewer creepers”.

[NARRATOR] Finally returning to the capitol, Pix pulls up more ghosts of the past in the form of schematics, though they don't stay as incorporeal as him for long.

The gatehouse towers are indicative of the kind of environmental storytelling Pixlriffs is going for, scorched by fireballs from a long-ago siege. There's even a few remaining guard towers for the parkour-intended to find their way into, though any rewards within are long since lost or looted.

He also takes the time to point out how dark things actually are when you're not making a Youtube video - in moody lighting, the towers take on a foreboding, deep shadow. Unfortunately, it also makes the catacombs practically impossible for viewers to see in, so Pix is keeping the lighting bright for now. A considerate spirit, he is.

There's one more unfinished tower rising - the Sanctum, planned to become an apiary. Convenient, considering King Scott has fallen, and King Gem's first decree is bees for all.

Wonder if this ghost can see more than just the past - wait, wrong season!

Sausage

Into the past is exactly where Sausage has put his fight with his evil self. Things have calmed down in Sanctuary considerably since his evil self merged into one with him, and now Sausage has less to worry about. Which means, he can get on with some royal tasks!

King Scott has demanded each empire build something to represent them in Chromia. Sausage arrives to pick a plot and after grabbing materials from Bubbles, since Pepe is on holiday, he builds a dance studio! Sanctuary is known for its amazing dancing, so it seems fitting.

As soon as he's finished that however, the crown is plundered into the hands of Queen Geminitay! Her decree is for each empire to take a beehive and build it a home. Sausage picks his up, warning Gem ominously about the consequences of the crown.

He heads home, and builds his new bee an apiary, in his farming district. It's a beautiful mix of Sanctuary style framework and Dawn inspired windows. The interior is just as beautiful, decorated with hanging bushes and the national flower of Sanctuary, the sunflower. His bee, who's been named Crystal loves it so much!

Jimmy

Oh how the crown so quickly changed hands, so The Sheriff starts his week with two new rules from one King Scott and one Queen Gem.

King Scott decreed Jimmy build in Chromia with something representing Tumble Town. Our tiny Sheriff decided a TNT wagon would best fit the area he was given.

However, the crown was taken from Scott and placed on the head of Queen Gem meaning Jimmy needed to build something new. This time, a greenhouse for some bees the queen tasks her fellow emperors to take care of. This bright addition with adorable flowers to Tumble Town very much pleased the Queen when she visited.

After showing off his new bee sanctuary, Jimmy took his chances with Queen Gem to try and take the crown for his own. His yearning for the crown was not enough as he failed in his attempt to seize power. Instead, The Queen says she will inform Sausage of how Jimmy threatened not just a queen but THE queen.

When Queen Gem takes her leave from Tumble Town, Jimmy notices something new about the Fae area. The Fae has extended toward Tumble Town and added ‘Fae food’ to the menu. Another mysterious element concludes the week, a book from the Fae telling Jimmy they will soon have everything they need.

Gem

And we shall end today’s video with a bedtime story, I think. Here is the story of just how Gem became queen.

The story starts at spawn with Pix, a dodo, and a crown. He declares all his new subjects must provide something for his museum.

Gem does this happily, providing the banner of Dawn for his consideration. To get the crown she has to stay on the good side of the ruler who wears it.

Gem’s fellow princess Katherine comes over and the two make a plan together for a princess tea party - it’s a good excuse to get everyone into a dress.

The food provided from Dawn was lovely, but having all the emperors in the same place is a recipe for disaster.

The group plays hide and seek, but Pix ends up in a bit of trouble, losing his crown and also the ability to be solid.

[GEM] Then I killed Oli, not sure how that happened. And then the crown got passed on. And Pix also passed on, not sure how that went down.

[NARRATOR] The new ruler is Scott, and so to stay close to the crown she fulfils her duty to this ruler in the form of a beautiful Dawn embassy.

Innocently looking for Scott to show him around her new build, leads to a wing of the house seemingly dedicated to other people’s stuff. This, fortunately enough, includes the crown she’s been hoping for and if it’s not on the king’s head then surely, it’s free for the taking.

And that, listeners, is how Gem became queen. Her rule for the server is for them to take care of some bees she plans to provide everyone. Not only do the bees get to expand and be taken care of, it means she can have some of her people around the whole server.

Sausage visits the new queen and seems quite happy to follow the rule she imposes. Who needs a king when you have a queen! Or bees.

Sausage brings up a good point, the way things are going with this crown passing hands means somebody likely will be coming for it sooner or later. This queen doesn’t even have a castle, so Gem sets out to rectify that problem on a hill in Dawn inspired by her real-life home, Newfoundland.

All queens need a castle, and hopefully time does her well.

Outro

And with that, join us next week for more chaos and shenanigans! Thank you for watching, liking, and subscribing, and thanks to everyone helping with the project, check them all out below!

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