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reidingmelodies · 3 years

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The Luckiest

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: Fluff Word Count: 2k Includes: Dad Spencer, Children, Pregnancy A/N: I wrote this one for @anxiousblanketqueen’s birthday challenge: Happy Birthday, Jill! ♡ I hope you have an absolutely amazing day!! Main Masterlist

“What’s this, Daddy?” Spencer turned, eyes finding his daughter holding the scrapbook Penelope made for your anniversary a few months prior. The book held your most cherished memories: from your first meeting to your first dates, to your marriage and the birth of your children.

“Auntie P made that for us, bug,” he explained, bending down to clear the pile of blocks on the floor to make way for her little feet. She bounded towards him, the book dangling from her arms while she climbed next to him on the couch.

Big brown eyes similar to his own looked up at him, her little lip sticking out in a pout as she pushed the book towards him in a silent question.

She was only five, but she was fully aware that he was incapable of saying no to her; after all, she learned the puppy dog pout from its creator: his wife.

“Come here, love,” he situated his daughter on his lap, laying a gentle kiss on her hairline before opening the book to the first page.

“Is that Mommy?” her fingers moved to trace along the first photo, a still of you and Spencer at Derek and Penelope’s wedding seven years prior. Your eyes were focused off frame, gaze solely fixated on the couple’s first dance, but Spencer’s were glued to your every move.

It was your very first meeting, years of Penelope trying to set Spencer up with her high school best friend had failed up until that point. Plans to go to bars were halted by last minute cases in different cities, parties in Penelope’s apartment were missed because you had a date lined up, lunch dates with Penelope where she hoped you would finally meet Spencer were ruined because he wouldn’t leave his desk.

Years and years of trying to get you two to meet, and all it took was her and Derek getting married.

If she knew it would have been that easy, she would have gotten hitched years ago.

As luck would have it, you and Spencer had somehow narrowly avoided each other during wedding planning as well. It was as though the universe had something against you, as if all the signs were screaming that you weren’t meant to be. But then, on the night the stars aligned for Derek and Penelope the same happened for you, your pre-planned seating arrangement leading you directly into Spencer’s arms and proving the universe wrong.

It was that night that two perfect strangers became stakeholders in one another’s lives, the night when two hearts found the piece that had been missing for too long. Neither of you knew it then, but a few shared conversations and lingering glances over dinner were enough to change your lives.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispered, smiling at your daughter. “That’s Mommy”.

And like their words summoned your presence, the front door opened and you walked in, your two year old son’s hand gripped around two of your fingers while your purse hung from your free arm.

“Mommy!” your daughter jumped from her position on Spencer’s lap to wrap her arms around your legs, your body bending to place a series of kisses against her head.

“Hi, Sweet Pea! Did you have a good time with Daddy?”

“Mm-hmm!” you watched her pigtails bounce as she twirled, her hand moving to hold her brother’s as she walked him towards a tower in the center of the room. “We played with blocks and read books and looked at a pretty picture of you!”

“Wow! What picture was it?” but alas, your question fell short on your daughter’s ears, her attention long gone and instead focused on teaching her brother the right way to build a tower.

And honestly, as far as you were concerned that was perfectly okay. Any moment they were getting along without tears or screams was a win in your book.

“We were looking at the album Penelope made us,” Spencer’s voice carried over the sound of your children’s giggles and you swiftly moved to sit next to him on the couch, thigh to thigh while your head rested against his shoulder. “We made it through the first picture before you guys came home”.

You placed a gentle kiss against his shoulder where you laid, eyes scanning the photo in question. It was one of your favorite nights, but it paled in comparison to the picture on the next page.

“Remember that night?” you asked, pointing at the photo you had been eyeing. It was a blurry mess to put it lightly, Spencer’s hand holding the disposable camera at an odd angle while you attacked his cheeks with kisses until a trail of lipstick was left in your wake.

You were young, in love, and inseparable- a blurry photo was a small price to pay for being with him.

“How could I forget,” Spencer chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he examined the picture, “I got off the jet at 11 PM and headed to your place for a midnight picnic. We were only dating for three weeks and JJ thought it was weird to go to your place so late, but I didn’t care. Did you think it was weird?”

You snuggled closer to him, the hitch at the end of his question cluing you into the fact that he was nervous you did. “If you didn’t come over I most certainly would have went to your place- I hated being away from you, I still do now”.

You were rewarded with a kiss to your palm before Spencer continued to flip through the pages in a comfortable silence, your life together thus far being pieced together with every new picture.

From movie nights cuddled up on the floor of Derek and Penelope’s living room, to office holiday parties where you walked around with your pinkies intertwined, to stolen kisses at happy hour and café dates where you both sported espresso foam mustaches.

With the next flip of the page, you watched as your smiles grew wider in each photo with the addition of a ring on your left hand. There were pictures of Spencer down on one knee at your favorite park thanks to Penelope’s hidden vantage point behind a set of trees a few feet away.

The sky was a cerulean blue, yellow and pink tulips in full bloom at your feet, but in that moment, with Spencer kneeling in front of you and the most beautiful declarations of love falling from his lips nothing was visible but him.

Another flip of a page and yet another moment when nothing mattered but Spencer was on full display- your wedding day. His arms were looped around your waist as you danced in front of your family and friends, your smiles the widest they’d ever been. The night was filled with love filled glances and silent assertions of love fit for two in a room bursting with joy, each and every one caught on camera thanks to Penelope’s dedication to capturing one of her favorite love stories in action.

A series of selfies followed in the next few pages, each one a picture you had sent Penelope during your honeymoon as proof you weren’t always locked away in your hotel room. Spencer was sporting a sunglasses tan in each photo while you were sporting a smirk, each picture reminding you of the vacation that gave you one of your favorite gifts yet nine months later: your daughter.

You looked up from the album to glance in her direction, your lips curling into a smile as you watched her separate the blocks into color coded piles much to her younger brother’s amusement. With each passing day she reminded you more and more of Spencer, and it was by far one of your favorite journeys to witness.

Your focus shifted back to the book in Spencer’s hands, weekly progress photos of your stomach’s growth (which Spencer was determined to capture in all its glory) gracing the pages along with ultrasounds, memories from your baby shower, and pictures of Spencer’s hands constantly flitting over your lower belly. His head rested gently on your middle in each one, his face the picture of happiness as he whispered bedtime stories and facts about space, completely oblivious to everything but you and your daughter.

You watched as the baby you had spent months dreaming about came to life in pictures, her features the perfect mixture of you and Spencer from the moment she was placed in your hands. With each passing picture the bags under both of your eyes grew bigger, but your smiles grew wider. Images of her firsts graced the pages: the first time she sat up, the first time she ate solid foods, the first time she said dada (and the tears in Spencer’s eyes when he heard it), her first steps, her first day of school.

And then one made way for two, your son joining the midst of photos and bringing an endless amount of love and joy to your family. Much like your daughter, he reminded you of Spencer: he was inquisitive- curious eyes always studying his surroundings, his hand always finding comfort in yours just like his father.

Pictures of his firsts graced the pages much like your daughter’s, except this time the first time he sat up he was accompanied by a beaming sister, when he said mama for the first time it was you who was in tears, and when he took his first steps he walked straight into Spencer’s open arms.

The book was a picture-perfect testament to your love, one of your most prized possessions, but there was one thing missing.

“I love the life we built together,” Spencer whispered in your direction, his fingers tracing your side as he thought about how lucky he was. How lucky was he that he went from a man destined to live a solitary life to a man with a wonderful wife and two children made from love?

“I love it, too,” you murmured as your hand moved to reach for your purse, “but there’s one thing we’re missing”.

You watched as Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes scanning the empty pages at the end of the book. “I know the pictures are a little out of date, we can order some more this weekend to fill the empty pages though”, he stated as his gaze found yours to see if that was the answer you were looking for.

“We definitely can,” you nodded, removing an item from your purse and unsticking the scrapbook pages to place it in the middle. Once you were satisfied with its placement, you adjusted the top sheet before holding both of Spencer’s hands in yours, “but we can start with this”.

The previously blank page was now the home of your very first ultrasound photo for your third baby, a surprise you had confirmed earlier that morning at your doctor’s appointment. You watched as Spencer’s eyebrows shot up, his face breaking into a smile while his eyes filled with tears.

“Really?” his voice was so soft, you were sure you would have missed it if you weren’t sitting directly next to him.

“Really, really,” you confirmed, your left hand moving to grasp his jaw as you pulled his face closer to yours.

“Are you excited?” you whispered, fully aware that the answer was yes but craving confirmation.

With your question, a tear escaped his lash line, trailing down his cheek and making its way to a beaming smile that rivaled the ones you had seen in the scrapbook.

He nodded, at a complete loss for words as he closed the gap between you and let his feelings out in a kiss. It was a kiss filled to the brim with love, happiness, and appreciativeness.

And in that moment, there was only one coherent thought on his mind as he listened to his children’s giggles in the background and felt the weight of your love against his lips: How lucky was he that he went from a man destined to live a solitary life to a man with a wonderful wife and three children made from love?

The luckiest man alive, that was for sure.

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tf2-headcanons-and-scenarios · 3 years

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Hewwo! Can I request some headcanons on how each mercenary would raise their daughter from childhood to adulthood? Thanksies!! Also, I adore your writing 😘💞

A/N: A nice short and sweet thing I hope you lot enjoy! My desire to have children when I’m older and married is strong so it fueled this for me :)

Scout:

- Honestly this man has no clue how to raise a daughter

- He knows how to raise boys, but knows nothing about raising girls, so you help him out more times than he wants to admit

- He definitely wants to make sure his daughter stays healthy and active, so growing up he introduces her to various sports

- Baseball, Softball and American Football are among the 3 most played sports between Scout and his daughter

- Early morning runs became a tradition between Scout and his girl growing up. Unless one was injured or sick, they would ALWAYS run in the morning

- Scout looks to you for giving your daughter life advice because try as he might he just can’t seem to give the right advice to her

- Overprotective? Nah, so long as his daughter doesn’t do something incredibly stupid or brings home a very dangerous partner

- When Scout’s daughter reaches adulthood, they continue with their morning jogs and start to play aggressively against each other in sport

Soldier:

- This man goes from hardcore drill seargent to hardcore softie in a matter of SECONDS after meeting his daughter for the first time

- This man is about discipline and self-routine. He’d try to make sure his daughter can look after herself properly in case anything was to happen

- He would definitely give in to the tea parties, he so would

- When she’s old enough, he’d teach her how to shoot a gun for self defence

- He leaves the stuff about school and girl-based advice to you

- He is literally the dad holding a shotgun when his daughter brings home a romantic partner, and he will intimidate them and their loyalty to his daughter

- Soldier will reward good behaviour and actions, often taking his daughter out to see a movie or get some ice cream

- When Soldier’s little girl becomes a woman, he’ll teach her how to use explosives and basically drop in with a packet of bread and stories to tell

Pyro:

- Pyro is just excited about having a daughter, that’s another person to host tea parties with!

- Dear god where they afraid of hurting her, especially since they worked with dangerous amounts of fire 24/7

- Cute clothes for the baby girl? FUCK YES!!!

- Stuffed toys? YOU BET!!!

- You enjoy watching Pyro play with your little girl, and you loved to join in

- All three of you celebrate the holidays like there is no tomorrow, and you absolutely love it

- Pyro surprisingly teaches your daughter how to be safe around fire. The last they want is to see their little girl covered in burn marks

- They are generally good with giving advice, but stuff like puberty is a zone Pyro does not go to, often leaving those questions with you

- When your daughter grows up, Pyro loves dropping in for tea, and definitely loves bringing up baby photos of your little girl

Demoman:

- Demoman is over the moon when he first met his daughter. He forever counts himself lucky he had the eyesight to see her

- Babyproofed the house and never laid a finger on explosives when she was around

- You never thought you’d see the day Demo would stop drinking, but ever since your daughter was born he didn’t touch a single drop

- He never consistently bagged your child about becoming a demolitions expert, but he always had fun making small and safe explosions in the yard every now and then

- He is the parent who sneaks their child a sip of Whiskey on the rocks. You were certainly not impressed when you caught him

- He did return to drinking as his daughter grew older, but he never drinks to the amounts he drank before she was born

- He is really good with life advice (thanks to his own mother), and is the dad that tries to guide his child along the straight and narrow path

- When she grows up he takes her down to the bar to drink responsibly, and he loves telling her stories of his days working as a mercenary

- You bet he tests the romantic partner with hardcore shots of Rum containing 90% Alcohol

- FYI such alcohol exists

Heavy:

- Heavy helped his mother raise his sisters for years, so having to look after a baby girl was easy for him

- Soft lullabies and fairytale stories at night were Heavy’s favourite moments of the day when your daughter was young

- Great with advice and puberty questions, though he sometimes turned to you to ask if he was answering them properly or not

- Definitely teaches his daughter fluent Russian and boxing

- As she gets older he starts talking more about his past as a mercenary and former life in a Russian gulag

- He definitely teaches his daughter the history of Russia and how bad things can be if a bad person was left in power

- When she grows up he is the loving father who loves talking as often as he can with his daughter. No matter how old she is, he would always call her by her childhood nicknames

Engineer:

- Engi wrote down lullabies on his guitar for her even before she was born

- Baby furniture was all assembled by hand by this Texan man

- He loves giving the infant girl cuddles and tries to get her to speak as early as humanly possible

- As she gets older he allows her into the workshop so long as she promises not to touch or break anything important or dangerous

- The amount of times this daughter of his has broken that rule is enough times to give him chronic back pains at the ripe old age of not-even-50-yet and you so very close to banning her from entering his workshop

- He is great with advice and even greater with schoolwork. He loves having discussions with her about subjects she doesn’t know too well. He will leave you with some personal questions if he can’t find the words for it

- He will encourage her to pursue her passions no matter what they were, even if society deemed it inappropriate. If she wanted to be a nurse or a lawyer or even the fucking Queen of England she can damn well strive to be just that!

- He invents various toys and items for her whenever an idea strikes him fancy, and he will teach her how to handle a wrench and a sink at least

- When she grows up he will continue making things for her and send them her way at random times. He will also be the aged father who loves playing the guitar for her

Medic:

- Local medical man knows you were pregnant with a girl before you were 3 months pregnant

- Said medical man was over the moon he had a daughter to look forward to (you found it surprising that he wanted to dress her up in a lot of cute outfits)

- Medic would always take charge with making sure you and your unborn daughter were healthy and happy throughout the pregnancy

- He would also be the one to deliver the baby! The amount of happy tears he shed holding her for the first time was the most happy you had seen him in a long time

- Having a baby kept Medic in his toes. No child of his, daughter or son, was going to go through the night with a cold!

- He is the one who always patches up his daughter’s scratches with bandaids and song-like words that cheer her up

- God forbid him even let her into the Medbay in the middle of an experiment

- Medic would let his child feed the birds, and Archimedes loves hanging around your daughter

- Medic would go to you for help when he needed advice on how to take care of his little girl properly, but otherwise the both of you were just fine

- When your daughter grew up the first thing she did was go to Medical school inspired by her father’s career, and he would help support her as much as he could

- She would also take care of her own brood of doves

- She promised to keep away from experimenting for your sake

Spy:

- THIS MAN WAS A NERVOUS WRECK WHEN HE FOUND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT

- He already failed to raise one child, so why did fate give him another?!

- He promised himself he wouldn’t run like he did with his first child, and stuck with you throughout the pregnancy

- He would not let you mention how much he cried holding your daughter for the first time to anyone else

- He was a very cautious man once your daughter arrived. He even stopped smoking inside buildings to avoid ruining her lungs

- Taught her how to speak French as early as she could understand it. This may have lead her to develop his accent over time but you love it

- Advice was something Spy trusted you to do more than himself. He would never shake the fear he was going to fail at his second attempt at being a father

- You always found your heart melting whenever you caught your daughter and Spy resting with one another after reading a bedtime story

- Even after growing up, Spy always looked out for his daughter, and wouldn’t hesitate to protect her from any of his enemies that try to harm her or you

- He is forever grateful he was given a second chance at fatherhood, and did his best to not let it go to waste

A/N: So I’m back! Hope ya didn’t miss me too much. Thanks for being patient with me!! 💕💕

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kookie-doughs · 3 years

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 13: I Have Trust Issues But Okay

We spent two days on the Amtrak train, heading west through hills, over rivers, past amber waves of grain. We weren't attacked once, but I didn't relax. I felt that we were traveling around in a display case, being watched from above and maybe from below, that something was waiting for the right opportunity. We tried to keep a low profile because Percy and I's name and picture were splattered over the front pages of several East Coast newspapers. It seemed like when they saw me with Percy they realized me and my family are gone. The Trenton Register-News showed a photo taken by a tourist as we got off the Greyhound bus. Percy had a wild look in my eyes. His sword was a metallic blur in his hands. It might've been a baseball bat or a lacrosse stick. I was holding his hand with my knife on the other hand. The picture's caption read: Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown here fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers. The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be traveling with three teenage accomplices. It has been found out one of which is Y/N L/N, a twelve-year-old girl who went missing with her family during a trip. Percy Jackson's stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, has offered a cash reward for information leading to his capture.

"Don't worry," Annabeth told Percy. "Mortal police could never find us." But she didn't sound so sure. The rest of the day we spent alternately pacing the length of the train (because I had a really hard time sitting still) or looking out the windows. Calm Once, I spotted a family of centaurs galloping across a wheat field, bows at the ready, as they hunted lunch. The little boy centaur, who was the size of a second-grader on a pony, caught my eye and waved. I looked around the passenger car, the adult riders all had their faces buried in laptop computers or magazines, Percy and I saw an amazed look. Another time, toward evening, Percy said he saw something huge moving through the woods. He swore it was a lion, except that lions don't live wild in America, and it was the size of a Hummer, then it leaped through the trees and was gone. I told him he might have been seeing things and Annabeth agreed. Our reward money for returning Gladiola the poodle had only been enough to purchase tickets as far as Denver. We couldn't get berths in the sleeper car, so we dozed in our seats. My neck got stiff. I sat between Percy and Annabeth. Grover kept snoring and bleating and waking Percy up. Once, he shuffled around and his fake foot fell off. Annabeth and I had to stick it back on before any of the other passengers noticed. "So," Annabeth asked me, once we'd gotten Grover's sneaker readjusted. "Who wants Percy's help?" "What do you mean?" "You heard it too didn't you? When he was asleep just now, he mumbled, 'I won't help you.' Has he told you what he's dreaming about?" "Gossiping about me?" Percy yawned. "Pretty much everyone is. So I think we'll join." I said. "Annabeth wants to know about your dream. I could tell he was reluctant to say anything. It was the second time he'd dreamed about it. Then he finally told her. Annabeth was quiet for a long time. "If you think it's Hades, that doesn't sound like Hades. He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs." She pointed out. "He offered my mother in trade. Who else could do that?" We could. If you bring us together we could trade. "What?" Percy and Annabeth looked at me in worry. "Something on my face? Is there something close?" "Y/N, you did it again." Percy said. "Did what?" "You... Talked. Differently. Like weirdly." "Your definition of weird doesn't describe me. I did nothing wrong. I haven't even given an in put on your topic. Which we should get back on." I don't know why I had no idea what they meant by me talking weirdly, but I felt like I should stay away from that topic. "I guess ... if he meant, 'Help me rise from the Underworld.' If he wants war with the Olympians. But why ask you to bring him the master bolt if he already has it?" She explained looking at me as if I was the one that needed convincing. I shook my head, wishing I knew the answer. I thought about what Grover had told me, that the Furies on the bus seemed to have been looking for something. Where is it? Where? Maybe Grover sensed my emotions. He snorted in his sleep, muttered something about vegetables, and turned his head. Percy readjusted Grover's cap so it covered his horns. "Percy, you can't barter with Hades. You know that, right? He's deceitful, heartless, and greedy. I don't care if his Kindly Ones weren't as aggressive this time-" "This time?" I asked. "You mean you've run into them before?" Her hand crept up to her necklace. She fingered a glazed white bead painted with the image of a pine tree, one of her clay end-of-summer tokens. "Let's just say I've got no love for the Lord of the Dead. You can't be tempted to make a deal for your mom." "What would you do if it was your dad?" "That's easy," she said. "I'd leave him to rot." "You're not serious?" Annabeth's gray eyes fixed on me. She wore the same expression she'd worn in the woods at camp, the moment she drew her sword against the hellhound. "My dad's resented me since the day I was born," she said. "He never wanted a baby. When he got me, he asked Athena to take me back and raise me on Olympus because he was too busy with his work. She wasn't happy about that. She told him heroes had to be raised by their mortal parent." "But how ... I mean, I guess you weren't born in a hospital...." "I appeared on my father's doorstep, in a golden cradle, carried down from Olympus by Zephyr the West Wind. You'd think my dad would remember that as a miracle, right? Like, maybe he'd take some digital photos or something. But he always talked about my arrival as if it were the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to him. When I was five he got married and totally forgot about Athena. He got a 'regular' mortal wife, and had two 'regular' mortal kids, and tried to pretend I didn't exist." I stared out the train window. The lights of a sleeping town were drifting by. I wanted to make Annabeth feel better. I don't know but the only way I could think of was a hug. So I wrapped and arm around her shoulders. She stiffened unsure of what I'd done. "My parents, they loved me all the same. The closet I got to talking about Gods was when they thought me. Not a single hint was dropped about me being a halfblood. I mean if you count my grandma Hestia. Which I think is just named after the goddess. I mean yeah, you had a not so wonderful life... But at least you're who you are now." I smiled at her. Eying Percy I gave him a nod towards Annabeth telling him to comfort her since he'd started it anyway. "My mom married a really awful guy," he told her. "Grover said she did it to protect me, to hide me in the scent of a human family. Maybe that's what your dad was thinking." Annabeth kept worrying at her necklace. She was pinching the gold college ring that hung with the beads. It occurred to me that the ring must be her father's. I wondered why she wore it if she hated him so much. "He doesn't care about me," she said. "His wife-my stepmom-treated me like a freak. She wouldn't let me play with her children. My dad went along with her. Whenever something dangerous happened-you know, something with monsters-they would both look at me resentfully, like, 'How dare you put our family at risk.' Finally, I took the hint. I wasn't wanted. I ran away." "How old were you?" "Same age as when I started camp. Seven." "But ... you couldn't have gotten all the way to Half-Blood Hill by yourself." "Not alone, no. Athena watched over me, guided me toward help. I made a couple of unexpected friends who took care of me, for a short time, anyway." I wanted to ask what happened, but Annabeth seemed lost in sad memories. Luke had already told me some of these part where he went here with Annabeth and Thalia. So I gazed out the train windows as the dark fields of Ohio raced by. Toward the end of our second day on the train, June 13, eight days before the summer solstice, we passed through some golden hills and over the Mississippi River into St. Louis. Annabeth craned her neck to see the Gateway Arch, which looked to me like a huge shopping bag handle stuck on the city. "I want to do that," she sighed. "What?" I asked. "Build something like that. You ever see the Parthenon, Y/N?" "Only in pictures." "Someday, I'm going to see it in person. I'm going to build the greatest monument to the gods, ever. Something that'll last a thousand years." Percy laughed. "You? An architect?" Her cheeks flushed. "Yes, an architect. Athena expects her children to create things, not just tear them down, like a certain god of earthquakes I could mention." "Percy! I think she'll be incredible." I pinched his arm. We watched the churning brown water of the Mississippi below. I took Percy's hand in fear that the water would just grab me and drag me down. "Sorry," Annabeth said. "That was mean." I nudged Percy to apologize as well, "I didn't mean to make fun of you. I'm sorry." "Can't you two work together a little?" I pleaded. "I mean, didn't Athena and Poseidon ever cooperate?" Annabeth had to think about it. "I guess ... the chariot," she said tentatively. "My mom invented it, but Poseidon created horses out of the crests of waves. So they had to work together to make it complete." "Then you two can cooperate, too. Right?" We rode into the city, Annabeth watching as the Arch disappeared behind a hotel. "I suppose," she said at last. We pulled into the Amtrak station downtown. The intercom told us we'd have a three-hour layover before departing for Denver. Grover stretched. Before he was even fully awake, he said, "Food." "Come on, goat boy," Annabeth said. "Sightseeing." "Sightseeing?" "The Gateway Arch," she said. "This may be my only chance to ride to the top. Are you coming or not?" Grover, Percy and I exchanged looks. I wanted to say no, but seeing the stars in Annabeth's as she watched, she was too adorable to say no to. Grover shrugged. "As long as there's a snack bar without monsters." The Arch was about a mile from the train station. Late in the day the lines to get in weren't that long. We threaded our way through the underground museum, looking at covered wagons and other junk from the 1800s. It wasn't all that thrilling, but Annabeth kept telling us interesting facts about how the Arch was built, and Grover kept passing me jelly beans, so I was okay. I kept looking around, though, at the other people in line. "You smell anything?" Percy murmured to Grover. He took his nose out of the jelly-bean bag long enough to sniff. "Underground," he said distastefully. "Underground air always smells like monsters. Probably doesn't mean anything." I took a peek at my knife and saw there was a very weak glow, or maybe a sunlight reflection. Somewhere in between. "Guys," I said. "You know the gods' symbols of power?" Annabeth had been in the middle of reading about the construction equipment used to build the Arch, but she looked over. "Yeah?" "Well, Hade-" Grover cleared his throat. "We're in a public place.... You mean, our friend downstairs?" "Um, right," I said. "Our friend way downstairs. Doesn't he have a hat like Annabeth's?" "You mean the Helm of Darkness," Annabeth said. "Yeah, that's his symbol of power. I saw it next to his seat during the winter solstice council meeting." "He was there?" Percy asked. She nodded. "It's the only time he's allowed to visit Olympus-the darkest day of the year. But his helm is a lot more powerful than my invisibility hat, if what I've heard is true...." "It allows him to become darkness," Grover confirmed. "He can melt into shadow or pass through walls. He can't be touched, or seen, or heard. And he can radiate fear so intense it can drive you insane or stop your heart. Why do you think all rational creatures fear the dark?" "But then ... how do we know he's not here right now, watching us?" I asked. Annabeth and Grover exchanged looks. "We don't," Grover said. "Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better," Percy said. "Got any blue jelly beans left?" Someone else could be watching. Hades isn't the only one to blend in the shadow young vessel. But worry not, all in the darkness, shall be your ally. So Hades will also be my ally? As air and water refuse, land and all there is shall be your ally. Can't I be allies with all? Hades, Zeus, Poseidon. Everyone. The three of them looked at me in surprise. "Don't say their name!" Grover whispered loudly. "Whose name? I haven't said a name!" I could talk through you young vessel. Is this the first time this happened? How can you forget about our conversation? Talk through me? Who are you? I am one of which that'll make sure you become one with yourself. "Y/N!!" Percy yelled. "What? Geez, you're too loud." "We've been calling your name for three minutes." Annabeth said. "Are you... Okay?" "Yeah why wouldn't I be?" When the tiny elevator car came. We got shoehorned into the car with this big fat lady and her dog, a Chihuahua with a rhinestone collar. I figured maybe the dog was a seeing-eye Chihuahua, because none of the guards said a word about it. We started going up, inside the Arch. I'd never been in an elevator that went in a curve, and my stomach wasn't too happy about it. "No parents?" the fat lady asked us. She had beady eyes; pointy, coffee-stained teeth; a floppy denim hat, and a denim dress that bulged so much, she looked like a blue-jean blimp. "They're below," Annabeth told her. "Scared of heights." "Oh, the poor darlings." The Chihuahua growled. The woman said, "Now, now, sonny. Behave." The dog had beady eyes like its owner, intelligent and vicious. I said, "Sonny. Is that his name?" "No," the lady told me. She smiled, as if that cleared everything up. At the top of the Arch, the observation deck reminded me of a tin can with carpeting. Rows of tiny windows looked out over the city on one side and the river on the other. The view was okay, but if there's anything I like less than a confined space, it's a confined space six hundred feet in the air. I was ready to go pretty quick. I could see Percy was too. So I took his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze to calm him down despite my breakdown. Annabeth kept talking about structural supports, and how she would've made the windows bigger, and designed a see-through floor. She probably could've stayed up there for hours, but the park ranger announced that the observation deck would be closing in a few minutes. I steered Annabeth while Percy with Grover, toward the exit, loaded them into the elevator, and we were about to get in myself when I realized there were already two other tourists inside. No room for me. The park ranger said, "Next car, sir." "We'll get out," Annabeth said. "We'll wait with you two." But that was going to mess everybody up and take even more time, so I said, "Naw, it's okay. We'll see you guys at the bottom. I'll keep an eye on him." Grover and Annabeth both looked nervous, but they let the elevator door slide shut. Their car disappeared down the ramp. Now the only people left on the observation deck were me, a little boy with his parents, the park ranger, and the fat lady with her Chihuahua. Percy and I smiled uneasily at the fat lady. She smiled back, her forked tongue flickering between her teeth. Wait a minute. Forked tongue? Before I could decide if I'd really seen that, her Chihuahua jumped down and started yapping at Percy. "Now, now, sonny," the lady said. "Does this look like a good time? We have all these nice people here." "Doggie!" said the little boy. "Look, a doggie!" His parents pulled him back. The Chihuahua bared his teeth at me, foam dripping from his black lips. "Well, son," the fat lady sighed. "If you insist." Ice started forming in my stomach. "Urn, did you just call that Chihuahua your son?" "Chimera, dear," the fat lady corrected. "Not a Chihuahua. It's an easy mistake to make." She rolled up her denim sleeves, revealing that the skin of her arms was scaly and green. When she smiled, I saw that her teeth were fangs. The pupils of her eyes were sideways slits, like a reptile's. The Chihuahua barked louder, and with each bark, it grew. First to the size of a Doberman, then to a lion. The bark became a roar. The little boy screamed. His parents pulled him back toward the exit, straight into the park ranger, who stood, paralyzed, gaping at the monster. The Chimera was now so tall its back rubbed against the roof. It had the head of a lion with a blood-caked mane, the body and hooves of a giant goat, and a serpent for a tail, a ten-foot-long diamondback growing right out of its shaggy behind. The rhinestone dog collar still hung around its neck, and the plate-sized dog tag was now easy to read: CHIMERA-RABID, FIRE-BREATHING, POISONOUS-IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL TARTARUS-EXT. 954. I immediately pulled out my knife. And waited for the moment to jump in front of Percy who was ten feet away from the Chimera's bloody maw, and I knew that as soon as I moved, the creature would lunge. The snake lady made a hissing noise that might've been laughter. "Be honored, Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N. Lord Zeus rarely allows me to test a hero with one of my brood. For I am the Mother of Monsters, the terrible Echidna!" Percy and I stared at each other for a second stared at her. All he could think to say was: "Isn't that a kind of anteater?" She howled, her reptilian face turning brown and green with rage. "I hate it when people say that! I hate Australia! Naming that ridiculous animal after me. For that, Percy Jackson, my son shall destroy you!" The Chimera charged, its lion teeth gnashing. I managed to take Percy's arm to pull him aside and dodge the bite. We ended up next to the family and the park ranger, who were all screaming now, trying to pry open the emergency exit doors. I couldn't let them get hurt. I positioned myself able to parry any oncoming attack. Percy uncapped his sword, ran to the other side of the deck, and yelled, "Hey, Chihuahua!" The Chimera turned faster than I would've thought possible. Before he could swing my sword, it opened its mouth, emitting a stench like the world's largest barbecue pit, and shot a column of flame straight at him. Percy dove through the explosion. The carpet burst into flames; the heat was so intense, I could feel it where I stand and it was like I was in a sauna. Where Percy had been standing a moment before was a ragged hole in the side of the Arch, with melted metal steaming around the edges. Great, I thought. We just blowtorched a national monument. As the Chimera turned, Percy slashed at its neck. That was a fatal mistake. The blade sparked harmlessly off the dog collar. I saw the serpent tail lifted it whipped around and with all I could I ran and raised my knife to block it. Percy tried to jab Riptide into the Chimera's mouth, but the serpent tail wrapped around his ankles and pulled him off balance, and my blade flew out of my hand, spinning out of the hole in the Arch and down toward the Mississippi River. I pulled a weaponless Percy behind me and raised my small one. We backed into the hole in the wall. The Chimera advanced, growling, smoke curling from its lips. The snake lady, Echidna, cackled. "They don't make heroes like they used to, eh, son?" The monster growled. It seemed in no hurry to finish us off now that we were beaten. I glanced at the park ranger and the family. The little boy was hiding behind his father's legs. I had to protect these people. I couldn't just ... die. I was facing a massive, fire-breathing monster and its mother. And I was scared. There was no place else to go, so I stepped to the edge of the hole. Trust our hero. Jump with him. He had sworn to save us. Far, far below, the river glittered. Percy and I shared a reluctant and fearful look. If we died, would the monsters go away? Would they leave the humans alone? "If you are the son of Poseidon," Echidna hissed, "you would not fear water. Jump, Percy Jackson. Show me that water will not harm you. Jump and retrieve your sword. Prove your bloodline. Maybe your small friend could survive with you." We both knew the water hated me. But I trusted Percy. I'd jump if he told me. The Chimera's mouth glowed red, heating up for another blast. "Either you have no faith," Echidna told me. "You do not trust the gods. I cannot blame you, little cowards. Better you die now. The gods are faithless." Percy took my hand and backed up, he looked down at the water. Percy looked at me and smiled. I knew what he wanted. Holding his hand tighter, I got closer to him. "Die, faithless one," Echidna rasped, and the Chimera sent a column of flame toward our faces. "Father, please," I heard Percy say. "Don't hurt her. Help us." We turned and jumped. Our clothes on fire, we plummeted toward the river.

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I’ll Handle This (4)

In Which Gabriel and Plagg Argue

“I’ll solve all your problems,” Plagg had said. “You just have to agree to it.” A fixed relationship with his father, Lila to stop bothering him, and Ladybug to fall in love with him? Who wouldn’t agree to that?

Except Plagg was the God of Destruction and Chaos and had a more…hands-on approach. Adrien just wants his body back.

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After the shopping trip, the teens walked back to the school together, and then separated.

“Ugh, walking is exhausting.” Plagg groaned.

“You’re using my muscles, you know.” Adrien spoke, poking out of the pocket. “I don’t usually walk this much, since my bodyguard drives me everywhere.”

“Well, then I’m sure this is good for you.” Plagg stomped in big steps. “But I haven’t used legs since the last time I switched with a wielder, so I get to complain.”

“I think by that logic, you don’t get to complain, because you usually get to float. And not going to lie…it’s pretty sweet.”

“Just wait until you start floating in your sleep, and then you phase through the ceiling and then keep going and end up in space.”

Adrien froze, staring up at his own face from the pocket. “That can happen?”

“Oh yes. Good luck sleeping tonight!”

Not too much longer, Plagg arrived back at the Agreste manor.

He could feel Adrien shaking in his pocket. “What’s up, Bub?”

“My father is going to be waiting for you. I just know it. He’s going to yell and threaten to pull you out of school—“

“What, like he did this morning? Relax. There’s plenty of windows in the mansion.”

But Adrien came spiraling out of the shirt to look Plagg in the eyes. “But I don’t want you to break anymore windows! I don’t want you to make my father angry anymore! You’re hurting him!”

Plagg gave him a hard look. “Is that what you think, Adrien? That your disobedience hurts him?”

“Why else would he be mean? He loves me...”

Plagg reached up and scratched his ears. “Of course he does, kid. But...sometimes, in people like your dad, love isn’t the strongest motivator. I know it is with you. Love is about the only thing that controls you. Your love for your friends, for your family, your city, for Ladybug...that all drives your decisions.”

Adrien was quiet as he agreed.

“But for people like your father, they’re driven by power. They base decisions on what will make them look good and get more respect. He does love you, Adrien, but he wants your unconditional loyalty. He doesn’t want you to question him, or to disagree with him, because you’re his son. He made you, and you’re half of him. So if anyone is to be completely submitted to his will, it’s you.”

Adrien frowned. “I don’t believe that. I think...I think he’s just scared. Of losing me, that is. Like we lost mom. So he keeps me restricted.”

“But he’s always treated you like this, even before you lost your mom.”

Adrien had no argument to that, and just slowly lowered himself into Plagg’s hands.

“Just think about it. I’ll do all the talking, you just listen and see.”

“Okay.”

Plagg tucked him back into the pocket, before approaching the gate and ringing the doorbell.

The camera didn’t even come out, the gate just opened.

It felt like walking into a hell mouth.

Inside, Gabriel stood at the bottom of the stairs, with his arms crossed. Next to him, Nathalie stood with her own arms crossed. And next to her stood Lila, with her arms also crossed.

Plagg couldn’t help but snicker. They looked like three Russian puzzle dolls. Would Lila pop open and show another smaller, angrier creature?

“What’s so funny?” Demanded Gabriel. “Where have you been?”

“Chill man, I was out with my friends.”

“And spending my money?”

“You literally let me spend whatever money I want. I just usually never have anything I want to buy. I treat my friends to a nice lunch and it’s the end of the world?”

Gabriel sniffed, “you obviously can’t see that your so-called ‘friends’ are only hanging around you because of our wealth. I disprove of the company you keep, especially Mr. Lahiffe—“

“Why?”

“You don’t get to question my authority.”

“I’m just honestly curious as to why you don’t like them. I don’t buy stuff for my friends, despite what you think. Nino is a really good friend and a nice person. He doesn’t get in trouble, and his grades are pretty good. So what’s up?”

“I simply don’t care for his plebeian attitude.”

Plagg scoffed. “Plebeian?! Excuse me, what century is this again? Are we nobles or something I didn’t know about?” He pitched his voice high to have a ‘proper’ voice. “Oh yes Martha, we shan’t have our child run around with the rift raft in the fields. He must get a proper education so he may marry his cousin, have a child with three eyes, and die at the ripe old age at 26!”

“Adrien!” Gabriel yelled. “How dare you mock me!”

“Then stop talking like a 17th century noble! We have money, but high society never did anyone favors! You just sound like an old idiot! An old, out of touch, insensitive idiot!” Then he pointed at Lila. “And if you want to talk about people taking advantage of us, why don’t you turn yourself 90 degrees that-a-way to grill this blood sucking parasite.”

“On the contrary,” Gabriel interrupted. “Miss Rossi only has your best interests at heart, which is why she came here and told me all about your little charade you put on during school today. You assaulted your bodyguard!”

“He’s fine.”

“Whether or not he’s fine is beside the point, Adrien. I hired him to protect you, and you attack him?”

“He wasn’t protecting me. He was trying to kidnap me! I wanted to be at school!”

“Well naughty children don’t get to do what they want to do!”

“Do you want me to be happy or stupid?!”

“No! Wait—“

“Ah ha!” Plagg pointed. “You just want me to be miserable!”

Gabriel flared his nostrils. “Stop trying to twist my words. The fact remains that you have been completely out of control these last few days, and I have no choice but to discipline you accordingly. From now on, you will have no contact with these teenagers that are encouraging you to behave like this monster. Instead, you will only be allowed to interact with Miss Rossi at photo shoots.”

Plagg saw the corner of the man’s mouth curve up. Check mate, the gesture said.

Time to take it up a notch.

“I’m not sure the best way to handle this situation, so I’ll handle it the way Chloe would.” He laid down on the floor and began to kick and scream. “DADDY! DADDY I HATE HER! FIRE HER AT ONCE!!”

“If you don’t stop this tantrum this instant, you’re being pulled out of school.”

“Ha!” He laughed, still from the floor. “I’ll just reenroll! I broke one window getting out the first time, there’s not a lock in this earth that can hold me, old man.”

“Adrien, go to your room.”

“Make me.”

“You’re angering me, and you won’t like me when I’m angry.”

“I don’t like you now.”

“This attitude of yours is disrespectful, disgusting, immature, and embarrassing. I raised you better than—“

“Are you done?” Plagg asked, scratching his ear. “Because you just keep talking. That’s all you do. This gaslighting is getting really old. I know I’m acting immature, that’s the whole thing. Pointing it out just makes you look stupid. Are you going to hit me or something?”

“I’m not going to hit you, Adrien.”

“Huh. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Gabriel frowned. “You really think I would hit you?”

“You’ve already hit emotional and verbal abuse, I assumed that was the next step.”

“I am not abusive! I am strict, but I only have your best interests at heart.”

“Right, like making me schmooze with Miss Sausage Hair here?”

“Hey!” Lila cried.

“Oh shut up, you’re plenty at fault here too.”

“That’s it. Adrien, you’re grounded. No phone, no computer, no tv, no video games, and no school.”

“So you want me to just sit in my room and stare out the window? Or are you going to board those up too?”

“There’s plenty of books for you to read. Books that will hopefully change your mind about this rebellious streak.”

“Until when?”

“Until I say so!”

“Cool. I quit modeling.”

“WHAT!?”

“You heard me. I quit modeling. Or you can fire Lila and unground me. Your choice, Gabe.”

Gabriel ground his teeth as Lila just stood there in shock.

“I’ll give you some time to think about it.” Plagg cracked his neck. “I’ve got homework to do.”

“But—“

“Ah ah ah,” Plagg held up a hand. “Talk to the hand, cause the face ain’t listening.” He skipped up the stairs, and out of the lobby.

Gabriel simmered in rage, feeling the control which had been so firmly in his hands slip away.

“Mr. Agreste—“ Lila began.

“No.” He interrupted. “I need some time to think. Keep your eye on Adrien and let me know exactly what he’s up to, who he’s with, what he’s doing. You do this, and I will reward you greatly.”

“Of course, Mr. Agreste.”

—

As soon as Plagg closed the bedroom door, Adrien spiraled out of his pocket.

“Hey kid, I know that was rough...”

“Rough?! No kidding! You’re a monster! How could you talk to my father like that!? How could you insinuate that he would hit me? And you got me grounded and pulled from school! You quit modeling!”

“Honestly Adrien, I thought he might hit me. His anger reflects violence. You see it too.”

Adrien rubbed his paws over his cheeks, trying to stop the tears.

“Come on kid, it’s for the best.” And he reached out for him.

But Adrien darted away. “I’m going to see Tikki! I need comfort from someone that’s not trying to ruin my life!”

Before Plagg could protest, Adrien had flitted out the window and into the streets.

The sun was setting, and traffic was dwindling, as working folks made their way home.

Finding Marinette’s house was a matter of finding the school, and then going from there, while sticking to the shadows and staying high enough away from straying eyes.

When he reached her balcony, he loitered at the window, trying to figure out how to phase in. Then he wondered if he should even bother. Tikki might scold him for leaving Plagg. Or maybe she’d laugh at him for being upset. She was millennia old too. His problems probably would sound trivial to her as well.

Eventually, he just knocked.

Marinette answered, a grave look on her face. “Plagg? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is Chat okay?”

“He’s fine.” Adrien sniffed. “Can I talk to Tikki please?”

Shocked by his politeness and shy demeanor, she blinked twice and answered, “Uh, sure.”

Tikki appeared then, looking at him with concerned eyes.

“I’ll just leave you two alone then,” Marinette stated, closing the window.

“Adrien? What’s wrong?”

It all came out of him then. “He’s a monster!” Adrien blubbered. “He’s ruining everything and making it all worse! I don’t know how to stop him! But my father is done with me and is going to pull me out of school! Plagg keeps acting like it’s no big deal, but he doesn’t understand! He’s just treating this like a big game!”

To his relief, Tikki hugged him tightly. “Oh Adrien. Plagg means well, I promise. His methods don’t make much sense, but they do produce results. It’ll be alright.”

Adrien just sniffed, taking comfort from the hug. “I feel so helpless. I can’t do anything without outing myself as Chat Noir, and that’s the last thing I need...unless Plagg beats me to it. I know everyone is suspicious of him. This is a nightmare.”

“I’ll talk to him when I get a chance,” promised Tikki. “He does mean well, I promise. But this is your life, and making you watch him work is torture.”

“Exactly! Tikki you understand! If he does pull this off, I will thank him, but like...what if it doesn’t work? He acts like humans are so predictable and easy to manipulate, but even with all his life and experiences, he can’t account for everything. I’m worried he’s being too cocky.”

Tikki petted his head. “Plagg can get over his head sometimes. He’s lazy and stubborn, but that just makes him ridiculously creative. Some of his attempts may fail, but I really think you just have to trust that he’s in control.”

“I know, I know, and in my head, I know he’s doing this for me. I know he doesn’t want to be in my body, and I know he’s crazy smart…but I feel…betrayed? Scared? I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“Unstable.” Tikki provided. “Because you have no control over your life.”

He frowned, holding onto his tail.

“But, from what Plagg has told me, you didn’t have much control of it before either.”

He rubbed a paw against his cheek. “Sadly, no. I didn’t.”

The trap door opened again, and Marinette peeked her head out. She placed a plate with a cheese danish on it on the ground nearby. “Anything I can do?”

Tikki answered for him, only slightly lying, “sometimes Plagg gets emotional when he thinks about past holders that we lost tragically. He said Chat was busy and he didn’t want to bother him.”

“Oh Plagg, I’m so sorry.”

Adrien rubbed his eyes with his paws again. He may not be in his body, but he did feel a little embarrassed to be crying in front of his crush.

“Say Marinette, now that you’re the guardian, it would be really helpful if you could comfort him.”

“Me? I...I guess. What do I do?”

“Just do what feels right.”

Adrien floated a little closer to her, desperate for her affection, but hesitant to take it for himself.

She cupped him in her hands, cradling him, holding him, cocooning him with her skin. She brought him up to her face, leaving a lingering kiss right between his ears, then caressed him to her cheek, her fingers encircling him in a hug.

A stray finger itched the back of his head, sending tingles all the way down to his tail and making him purr.

This was heavenly. Her scent surrounded him, dulling his senses and calming his tears.

“It’s okay.” She said softly. “It’s alright to be sad. Things will get better.”

Her words soothed the day's pain, and he really did feel more optimistic. He could do anything with Ladybug’s support.

Finally, he pressed a little kiss to her cheek and allowed her to pull away. “Thank you Marinette. I do feel a lot better now.”

Her smile was so warm and so wonderful, he could stare at her all day.

But an Akuma alert had to go and ruin the whole thing.

“You better get back to Chat! If you need more comfort, come back tonight after patrol!”

“Thanks Marinette! Save that Danish for me!” And he rushed off back to the mansion.

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the-silvertonguewitch · 3 years

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Some thoughts, now that I’ve finished my re read of TSC

-When Lyra reach the Blue Hotel, she finds Nur Huda already there and waiting for her, but Pan, who’s been travelling with Nur Huda, isn’t. Nur Huda seems to know her way around the Blue Hotel. If Pan isn’t waiting outside with her, it could be because, while humans might come and go as they please in the Blue Hotel, once daemons get inside, they – technically – can’t leave. That would explain why so many people who go there don’t return (they’d rather stay there with their daemons than leave without them) and why people that do return from there appear “diminished” (TSC, 609). Wild guess: It’s possible that in order to leave with Pan, Lyra will have to hide him inside of her, make him invisible, like people’s daemons from Will’s world. That way she’ll trick the zarghuls there into believing that she’s leaving the Blue Hotel alone. The alchemist Agrippa also predicted that Lyra would find her daemon again, but not in the way she’d expect (i.e., that Pan would become an “internal” daemon, perhaps).

-On her way to Seleukeia, Lyra meets a man with two apparent purposes in the story: to give Lyra a set of stories telling cards called a “Myriorama”, and to warn her that Seleukeia isn’t safe. The story he tells the little boy and his mother sharing their cabin involves two soldiers, one wanting to shoot a giant bird that stole their horses, and the other convincing the first not to shoot, since killing the bird would also kill the horses. Wild guess: this is another warning intended for Lyra. She’s the bird. The first soldier is Olivier Bonneville. The second one is Abdel Ionides. The man with the Myriorama is akin to those fairies in disguise (undercover fairies, you know which ones) in children’s stories. These fairies test people, often travelers, asking them for some food and rewarding them if they accept to share, or punishing them if they don’t. Lyra, who shares her food with the little boy and his mother, is rewarded with an honest warning and a useful magical item.

-After being shot in the leg, Malcolm takes a train to Aleppo. The train makes an unexpected stop somewhere in order to board someone important, or several important people. This is a direct parallel to the events of chapter 18 (“Malcolm in Geneva”), where another train is highjacked by the newly appointed President of the High Council of the Magisterium and his suite. That president is assassinated soon after and replaced by Marcel Delamare. Not so wild guess: Malcolm just passed out on a train that’s getting filled with members of the High Council of the Magisterium. Delamare is among them and he knows about a burly, ginger “Matthew” Polstead working against the Magisterium, so Malcolm could find himself in a pickle when he wakes up.

-Abdel Ionides knowns an awful lot. Either he is an alethiometrist himself, or he has his own Myriorama pack, or he’s extremely observant and knows about the Lyra/Rukhsana thing – because he’s aware that she’s headed for the rose garden in Karamakan, even if Lyra never told him. He wants gold (or some sort of other treasure), like Chen, the camel herder who guided Dr. Hassall and Dr. Strauss into Karamakan, did, and he believes that only Lyra can get it for him. Wild guess: he thinks that Lyra, and no one but her, can get in and out of the red building. Maybe because she’s “Rukhsana” and special rules applies to Rukhsana, who knows.

-The poem Lyra quotes in “Little stick” is titled Le cor, by Alfred de Vigny. It alludes to the hero Roland, from La chanson de Roland (“The song of Roland”). Roland and another soldier are surrounded by enemies and the soldier urges Roland to surrender, to which Roland reply “only when the mountains roll down into the river below” (I’m roughly translating). Somehow that’s exactly what happens, and Roland and his friend are precipitated down the gulch and into the river, where they’re both crushed by falling stones. A knight named Turpin finds them some time later and declares that Roland’s soul blew the horn twice before going to Heaven. Funny detail: the soldier standing with Roland is a man from the desert and his name is “Olivier”.

(Going further into the chapter, it’s easy to see where and how Lyra is meant to parallel Roland.)

-In our world, Aleppo would be in Syria and Smyrna would be “Izmir”. I was curious so I googled it. Lyra’s journey would look a bit like this:

1 (Oxford) 2 (Amsterdam) 3 (Paris) 4 (Prague) 5 (Istanbul/Constantinople) 6 (Izmir/Smyrna) 7 (Seleucia/Seleukeia). And Aleppo is circled in red. Lyra traveled by ferry twice: once going from England to Amsterdam (the ferry with the loud, annoying guy and the welsh miners) and once from point 5 (Constantinople) to point 6 (Smyrna). That’s the one where the boat crash occurred. The Blue Hotel would be located somewhere between Iraq and Syria.

If the Blue Hotel wasn’t a place, but a person, it would be a person without a daemon. Maybe that’s why daemons are attracted to it.

EDIT:

The place called “Seleucia”/Seleukeia is a bit confusing. Wherever it is, or was, it refers to the ruins of a very old city. Actually, It looks like there’s two places called “Seleucia”, both ruins, now (in our world, that is): the ruins of Seleucia in Baghdad, also called Seleucia-on-Tigris, and the ruins of Seleucia in Antalya, Turkey. The second one is also called/pronounced “Seleukeia”, and is located on the coast of Pamphylia. I couldn’t find it on the map.

Most pictures of Seleucia I can find on Google are of the second one. It looks like this:

When I google Seleucia-on-Tigris, I get black and white pictures and photos of old maps from the Seleucid Empire. I’m guessing there isn’t much left of it. If our friend Wiki is to be believed,

“The city eventually faded into obscurity and was swallowed by the desert sands, probably abandoned after the Tigris shifted its course.”

You know what this reminds me of? The Blue Hotel.

EDIT:

ACTUALLY, THERE ARE SEVERAL PLACES CALLED (OR WHO USED TO BE CALLED) SELEUKEIA! 😱

*Deep breath*

Ok, let’s check further. Our world’s equivalent of the Karamakan desert is the Taklamakan desert and it’s located in North West China. In TSC’s last chapter, Ionides tells Bonneville that the “treasure”, which I’m guessing is in Karamakan/Taklamakan, is 3000 miles from their current location, i.e., the Blue Hotel.

The distance between Baghdad (Seleucia-on-Tigris) and Taklamakan, in our world, is approx. 2127 miles.

The distance between Antalya (where the Seleukeia from the picture above is) and Taklamakan, in our world, is approx. 2768 miles.

The distance between Silifke (previously known as Seleucia on the Calycadnus - this is getting complicated isn’t it) and Taklamakan, in our world, is approx. 2612 miles.

The distance between Antakya (previously the Seleucid Capital, also known as Seleucia Pieria, phew) and Taklamakan, is approx. 2498 miles.

The Blue Hotel is about a day’s walk on camel back from Lyra’s Seleukeia, so it’s not very far. If we try to go by the 3000 miles indication, we can probably eliminate Seleucia-on-Tigris in Iraq (sorry, I was wrong!)

Lyra’s Seleukeia is a coastal town. The book tells us that much. (Ok, it definitely couldn’t have been Seleucia-on-Tigris.)

Antalya’s Seleukeia, also known as “Lyrbe” (sounds a bit like Lyra?), is located here:

While Silifke is located here:

And Antakya is here:

So they’re all coastal, kind of. For a very general view, you’ve got:

From left to right (in yellow): Seleukeia/Lyrbe, Seleucia on the Calycadnus/Silifke, Seleucia Pieria/Antakya, and Aleppo. The puzzle is to decide which of the first three is Lyra’s Seleukeia. They’re all under 3000 miles from Taklamakan but I wouldn’t discount any of them because of it (the distance is probably calculated from the starting point to the border of Taklamakan, and the “treasure” is in the “heart” of the desert, so way further).

I’m guessing that the one Lyra went to was the third - Seleucia Pieria/Antakya. It would explain why it’s a dangerous location (it’s located on the Syrian borders). It would make more sense to use the expression “between Seleukeia and Aleppo” to indicate where the Blue Hotel might be (since that Seleukeia and Aleppo are geographically the closest to one another).

So let’s say Antakya. What does the place look like in our world?

More ruins, unlike the Seleukeia of Lyra’s world, where people still live and do trade. It’s all very curious. I really do wonder if Pullman got the idea for the Blue Hotel from all these seleucid ruins, or if there’s another place in Syria that would match more.

#his dark materials #lyra belacqua #lyra silvertongue #the secret commonwealth #hdm meta #my ramblings #Abdel Ionides #malcolm polstead #my metas

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tres-spades-hotel · 4 years

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Day 1 - Game.

Twists & Turns

For years she has been by my side. For years we fought together to keep everything we knew and held dear. My family has been restored and we’re on the verge of expecting a new addition to the Ichinomiya family. One month pregnant Vivian has been excitingly anticipating our anniversary this year and I am not one to disappoint. I just hope the others don’t ruin it.

‘Where are we going Eisuke? And why did you blindfold me?’

I stifle a chuckle as I keep my eyes on the road instead of my adorable wife.

‘Don’t worry, we’re almost there.’

‘But where is there Eisuke?’ Vivian whines. Her face is lightly tinged with pink ever since I had blindfolded her back at the penthouse.

‘Eisuke what are you doing?’ she asked as I turned her around in our bedroom. I smooth out a black blindfold in my hands.

‘Close your eyes.’ Whether or not she obeyed me is of no concern to me as I cover her eyes with the blindfold.

‘Um, Eisuke?’

‘What?’

‘W-why did you blindfold me?!’ I feel myself smirk at the sight and hug her gently from behind.

‘You are not allowed to see the surprise. I’ll tell you when to take it off.’

‘Are we there yet?’ Vivian asked.

‘Yes.’

I park the car and help Vivian out of the car. I lead her to the entrance where Eiji, Akira and Yukari stand smiling. Everybody else is in position and now for the game to begin. I nod to Eiji and head to the exit of the maze.

‘What is going on?’ I ask, blindly waving my arms around trying to feel for any object.

‘Happy Anniversary Vivian!’ I hear a chorus of voices shout out.

Somebody finally takes off the blindfold. I rub my eyes and look around.

‘Huh? Yukari? Akira? Eiji? What are you all doing here? Where am I? And where’s Eisuke?’ I say, quickly giving them tight hugs.

‘And thank you!’ I smile at them.

‘Welcome Mrs Vivian Eisuke Ichinomiya to the Maze of Love!’ Akira says, bowing theatrically.

‘Akira.’ Eiji chuckles at Akira.

‘Sorry. I mean, the Maze of True Love.’ Akira laughs. Yukari turns me to face her.

’You have to go through the maze and find brother. His friends are in the maze too and will give you questions which you need to answer.’

‘If you successfully answer the questions, then you will get a special present. There are 4 presents in the maze and then race to the exist to see your anniversary surprise!’ Eiji enthusiastically explains.

‘Here take this.’ Akira hands me a phone.

‘There is one contact in this phone. You are only allowed to call this number once.’

‘Who is it?’

‘You’ll find out. Only use it when you are stuck.’

‘Use your pager to speak to brother’s friends if you get lonely. Have fun!’ Yukari says before pushing me into the large, green maze.

I've been wandering the maze for a while but I haven't seen anyone yet. Yukari said that I can use the pager to communicate with the bidders but as soon as I turned it on, they quickly became irritating so I turned it off. I placed it inside my pocket and continued to wander for a while.

I’ve been following my gut this whole time but I still feel pretty lost. I stop, take the pager out and turn it on.

‘Vivian?’ I hear Baba's surprised voice.

‘Finally! I can't believe you turned us off.’ Ota says.

‘You two were… breaking my concentration.’ Is all I say before I hear more voices -well more like laughter.

‘Pfft, she's right.’

‘Kishi!’ I yell and he shouts.

‘Ah! What?’

‘I'm here too.’

‘Soryu! If I had known you guys were on as well I wouldn't have turned the pager off.’ I say, pouting to no one but myself.

‘What?! Aren't we important Vivian?’

‘Not when you're distracting me,’ I say. My feet have led me another dead end but then I hear a scream close by.

‘Mamo?! Are you okay?’

‘Of course the lazy smoker is in trouble.’ I hear Soryu say. I sprint in the direction of the shout and hear Mamoru scream out in irritation.

‘Lazy smoker?! I'll show you a lazy smoker!’ I turn right to see him stamping on a piece of cloth.

‘What happened?!’ I ask as I run over to him.

‘Geez, you found me quick, kid.’

‘She found Mamo already?!’

‘Sor, you better be hidden well.’

‘I thought the whole point of this was to help Vivian.’

‘Yeah, it is.’ I continue to look at Mamoru and he finally lets out the truth.

‘Ah, my cigarette caught fire on my handkerchief. I was just putting it out before the flames could spread.’ He says, scratching his head.

‘Well, at least you're not hurt,’ I say after I sigh exasperatingly.

‘Course not. I'm a detective. I wouldn't let a small fire kill me so don't worry about me kid.’ He said.

‘She's not worried about you. Vivian's just nice at heart.’ Soryu said.

‘Shut up!’

‘Aren’t you meant to give me a question?’ I ask.

‘Oh yeah. Here.’ Mamoru hands me a card and I flip it over.

What statue did you break when you entered my life?

I recognise Eisuke’s handwriting immediately. A statue?

‘Oh! The Glass Statue of Venus!’

‘You got it right kid, here.’ Mamoru hands me a little bag. I put my hand in to find a ring with an amethyst gem in the middle.

‘Oh wow! It’s beautiful!’

‘Probably worth millions so keep it safe. And don’t lose it in this maze!’ Mamoru tussles my hair.

‘Hey! Not the hair! I spent hours on this.’ I pout, smoothing the hair strands down.

‘Well that’s one question kid. Time to move on.’

I didn’t even know it but the moment I turn a corner a few minutes later, I bump into Ota.

‘Ota! Why are you running?!’

‘Ah, sorry Koro! I was flipping my paint brush and it flew past you.’

‘It did?’ Sure enough, I look behind me and see a long brush on the ground.

‘Ota, did you hurt Vivian?’ Soryu’s voice comes out through the pager.

‘No! She’s fine! She didn’t even hit the ground!’ He says defensively.

‘Anyway, here’s your question.’ Ota walks back to his spot on the ground and hands me another card with a spade symbol on it.

When was the first time you were introduced as mine to the public?

To the public? Hmmmm….

‘Was it Akria’s birthday celebration?’ I ask.

‘Yeah! You got it Koro!’

‘Oh yay! I nearly forgot about that day. It was insane, all the press taking photos of me.’

‘Trying to more likely. Eisuke had your face blurred out until his announcing of his engagement with you.’ I hear Baba’s voice say.

‘Yep. Here’s your present.’ I take the small bag from Ota’s hands.

‘Did you make it?’ I ask.

‘Nope. Eisuke bought it but I didn’t make it.’ He says, sitting crossed-legged on the ground.

My hand plunges into the bag and pulls out a little glass figurine of a dolphin. A small note is attached to it. Remember the dolphin watching us outside the submarine?

‘Oh, this is beautiful! I remember when this happened too! The dolphin gave me such a fright.’ I say, turning it over and feeling its smooth surfaces.

‘What kind of stuff did you do with Eisuke Vivian, huh?’ Baba asks.

‘Shut up Baba, nobody cares about your fetishes.’ Ota says into the pager.

‘Hey! They’re not fetishes! It’s called curiosity!’

‘That’s even worse!’ Mamoru’s voice calls out.

Only Baba and Soryu left. I wander around for a little before finding a little area in the corner of the maze.

‘Baba? Is that you?’ A figure in red turns around and gets on his knee.

‘Far maiden, are you lost? Shall I bring you back to the light?’ Baba holds out his hand, expecting me to take it.

‘Stop with your antics Baba. Just give her the question.’ Soryu says. Baba frowns, pretending to wipe tears from his face.

‘Oh come on! Can’t I have this one thing?’

‘No.’ Everybody’s voices ring out loudly.

‘Sorry Baba. Let’s see the question!’ I say enthusiastically, attempting to lift his spirits.

‘Alright, here you go!’

What did you lose that I walked into a fountain for?

‘My engagement ring! It got loose because I lost weight and fell into the fountain and Eisuke got it for me.’ I would never be able to lose that memory because it was so unusual of him to do something like that.

‘Yeah, we we’re all pretty shocked to hear Eisuke do that for you right out in public like that.’ Baba says.

‘You guys teased him for weeks after.’

‘Obviously. He kept leaving the room whenever we mentioned it. But it was hilarious blackmail material!’ Ota laughs. Suddenly, Baba hands me a little box.

‘Your just reward, my fair-‘

‘Shut up!’ Their voices echo out and we burst out laughing. Inside the box is a small keyring photo of Eisuke sleeping.

‘OH! This is so cute! Where did you get this photo?!’

‘Don’t tell Boss this, but I took it when you were away for a family event. Eisuke was so miserable without you that I needed evidence of it.’

‘Eisuke’s seen the photo and made me delete it, but Ota and I kept a copy to give to you.’ He pats my head and I give him a smile.

‘Thank you! I’ll treasure this forever!’

Just one more to go now. Soryu has to be here somewhere. I’ve travelled quite far into the maze now. Every wall seems to look the same but I feel like I’m making progress.

‘Soryu, do you want to just tell me where you are to avoid all this wandering around?’ I ask.

‘No.’ A short and crisp answer, which is basically what I expected from him.

‘Oh come on Sor! Give her a hint!’ Baba protests. I hear Soryu sigh on the other end of the pager.

‘I’m in the middle.’ He says.

‘… I don’t kn- Oh hey! I found you.’ I say. Soryu is sitting at a desk with Inui and Samejima.

‘Hello Miss Vivian!’ Inui says, waving at me adorably. Samejijma gives me a nod and a shy smile.

‘I didn’t know you two where going to be here as well.’

‘They both followed me in here. Inui got lost in the maze when we were setting this up for you.’ Soryu rubs the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed for his subordinates.

‘Haha, that’s okay. The more the merrier! So, question time.’ I say.

‘Here it is!’ Inui hands me a white card and I flip it over.

How did I make you mine the first time?

‘What does that mean? The first time? What is he referring to?’ I ask myself.

‘First time might mean before you both got together.’ Samejima suggests.

‘Hmmm….’ When I realised that I loved Eisuke, he pushed me away to protect me. At that time, Takahiro confessed his love for me. And that’s when…

‘OH! Eisuke came running from the hotel to the boardwalk where I was that night! He confessed that he wanted me and would give me all the happiness in the world.’ I say and the two young mobsters look at me like goldfish.

‘Woah! Mr Ichinomiya is a romantic!’

‘Boss sure is.’ Baba laughs from the pager.

‘Eisuke wouldn’t admit it though, even when Vivian told us!’ Ota says.

‘Anyway, here’s your last reward. Now you have to make your way to the exist.’ Soryu says, handing me a small bag. I pull out a hair clip with a red bow which has a diamond in the middle.

‘Awww, this is so cute!’ I clip the bow into my hair.

‘It looks wonderful!’

‘Thank you, Inui.’

‘Well, better get going or you’ll miss your surprise.’

I’ve been walking around the maze for nearly an hour now. It’s been ages since I left Soryu and haven’t seen anyone else. I feel like I’m on a hike rather than in a maze!

What did Soryu mean by surprise?

Finally at my limit, I sit down on the ground. I wasn’t given a map or any directions. All the hedges look the same green and the ground is just… well, the ground. I can’t see over the walls and I can’t do anything about the dull ache in my feet.

‘Eisuke… what should I d- OH! The phone!’ I take out the phone that has the one contact number in. And I have a feeling I know who it is.

‘What?’

‘Eisuke!’ I shout out and jump to my feet.

‘Help me! I don’t know where I am or where to go!’ I nearly burst out in tears at my predicament. I hear Eisuke sigh on the other end of the call.

‘Calm down. I know where you are. Follow my instructions.’

‘Okay.’ I pick up my things and head off.

‘Turn left. Then right. And keep going to the end, don’t stop. Vivian! I just said don’t stop!’ Eisuke’s voice echoes across as the maze as I put him on speaker.

‘Sorry! I was adjusting my shoes! I think I stepped on a pebble.’

‘Be careful.’

‘I will. I am! I’m always careful Eisuke.’ I hear him chuckle.

‘Oh really? You nearly tripped just walking up the stairs a few days ago.’

‘I was… distracted… by… the others.’

‘I’ve never heard you blame them for your disasters.’ I can just hear the smirk behind the phone.

‘Haha, very funny. Now where should I- oh, what’s this?’

When I turn the corner, I see photos lining the wall. A lot of them are of me. Some from when we first met. Look, that one is when Eisuke and I went to the IVC for the first time together! That one is a few weeks after Eisuke first told me he loved me. The images don’t just contain me and Eisuke either. The auction managers are there as well. Baba, Ota and I posing after a Marvel movie binge watching night. Soryu, Eisuke and I are posing in this one after Soryu got new territory in Brazil. There’s even one with Mamoru after Baba and Ota pranked him by putting shaving foam in his hand then tickling his face with a feather. A classic that was.

I’ve already fallen in love again. All of these photos are attached by a red thread and a note.

Take this and come back to me.

I smile at the handwriting and taking hold of one end of the thread, I continue my journey to the man whom I love most in this world.

Finding the entrance, I see a large green arch made of English roses and smile at the memories they give me. As I step through the arch…

‘HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!’

An explosion of flower petals rain down as I hear the happy shouts of everyone. All the auction managers, Akira, Eiji, Yukari and her daughter cheer and clap. In the centre is Eisuke holding the end of the red thread and a present. I run to him, nearly drained to tears and hold him tight.

‘I missed you.’ I say into his clothes, his scent calming me down from my adventure in the maze.

‘I have a GPS on your pager, you know that. Did you really think I would allow you to get lost in a maze while carrying my child?’ I laugh and look up, resting my chin on his chest.

‘No, of course not. Thank you Eisuke! This was an amazing anniversary present.’

‘Pfft, it’s only getting started.’ He gives me the small box and picks me up bridal style.

‘Eisuke!’

‘Have fun Vivian!’

‘Be careful not to hurt the baby!’

‘Damn I’m tired.’

‘You nearly set the maze on fire.’

‘Shut up. I did not!’

The voices of the others drift away as Eisuke takes me into the mansion behind the maze.

‘So you own this place?’

‘No. You own this place. The maze is the garden with English roses growing around it. I had them planted a few months ago.’

I’m touched by Eisuke’s thinking. Getting this place for our anniversary even though it was still a long time into the future makes my heart race at his thoughtfulness.

‘Thank you Eisuke. I’m not sure what I will do with this place but thank you! I love it! And the maze was so fun! I loved all the little presents. I’m sure you picked them all out?’ I ask as he sets me down onto the luxurious bed.

‘Of course. Everything was my plan and I’m surprised that it was uneventful. Although you did worry me when you stopped moving on the tracker.’ He says with a frown.

‘Yeah, I got tired. And lonely. And upset cause I didn’t have you with me.’ He sighs and leans over to pinch my cheeks.

‘Owww! Efuke!’

‘Always think only of me. You know I would never let you get lost in a simple place like a maze.’ He lets go of my cheeks and strokes them to soothe the skin.

‘I know hon. By the way, what’s this?’ I lift up the small box still in my hands.

‘You’re second-to-last present for the day.’ He promptly says. I pull the ribbon from the bow and watch the wrapping unfold. A sleek black box unveils itself upon lifting the lid. When I open it, I see a pretty English rose pendant.

‘Eisuke! An English rose!’ I excitingly point out.

‘Pfft, I can see that. Here.’ He leans over and pulls the pendant out, revealing a long rose gold chain attached.

‘Oh it’s a necklace! How beautiful!’

‘Turn around.’ I do as he says and feel the pendant rest against my chest.

‘Eisuke!’ I hug him with all my might.

‘You do love this flower. But that’s not all.’ I bring my head out of the crook of his neck and narrow my eyes.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Look.’ He takes the pendant and opens it up to reveal a picture of us from our wedding.

‘Oh, this is amazing! Thank you!’

‘Hm.’ He takes a strand of my hair and pushes it behind my ear lovingly.

‘Did Ota make it?’

‘…. Maybe….’

‘Haha, I know you love them really.’

‘Not as much as you. Happy anniversary Vivian.’ His kiss fills me with warmth and happiness. I pull away slightly with our noses touching.

‘You said second-to-last present. What’s the last present?’ He gives me a knowing look. Suddenly, Eisuke lowers me onto the bed and climbs above me.

‘You and I both know what your last present is. I’ll give you all of my love, all night long.’ Gazing at his mesmerising profile, I wrap my arms around his neck and lean his forehead against mine.

‘Happy anniversary Eisuke. I love you, so much. And you know what? I think I just figured out a use for this place.’

‘And that is?’

‘Our baby can play in the garden when he’s born.’

‘I’ll put a tracker on him so he doesn’t get lost like you did.’

‘Eisuke!’

His chuckles ring out in the bedroom and we enjoy a blissful night for our anniversary, awaiting the arrival of our child.

#eisuke ichinomiya #kissed by the baddest bidder eisuke #kissed by the baddest #kbtbbweek #kbtbbweek2020

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fedeipox · 3 years

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The Way of Time (Rdr2 fanfic) - Chapter 9 (2/3)

Soo, I’m thinking about my graduation travel and I’d really like to go to America. Something like a road trip around the States. But I definitely need more money for that to happen.

DUTCH!! I NEED HELP WITH A BANK JOB!

No. Considering how your last heists are going, better not.

Part 1 here: https://fedeipox.tumblr.com/post/645629699195846656/the-way-of-time-rdr2-fanfic-chapter-9-13

Chapter 9 (2/3) - Ghosts and chickens

Words: 2,5

After a few days from everybody’s departure, John decided to check Emerald Ranch for those sheep he wanted to steal. Emily changed her clothes again, wearing something that wouldn’t catch attention and with John they took a wagon: he was still recovering from Blackwater and the wolves attack, and he couldn’t ride. To the wagon they tied John’s Old Boy and Emily’s Drover.

“Why don’t we just… I don’t kn0w, ask them to do the job and get payed the half from the sheep sale instead of robbing them blind” said Emily while they headed to the ranch.

“Because that way we get paid for half of it. By robbing them we get the whole reward” replied John.

“But they are good people, trying to make a living from those sheep. It’s not right.”

“If you wanted to make things right you shouldn’t have joined a gang of outlaws.” “But why don’t you try to make things differently? It doesn’t have to be that way.”

“Too late for that. We’ve been doing it this way all our life.”

Emily huffed. He had such a narrow mind. For them it was black or white, good or evil, outlaws or fine people, while in reality there were so many shades, so many chances to do things in a different way.

They didn’t want to be “slaves of the government”? Good, they could live that life - in 1899 it was still possible - but they didn’t have to steal sheep from a ranch to do that.

“So what? We walk inside and tell them we want to rob them?” she asked annoyed.

“We meet the people and ask if they have cattle to sell. I reckon we’ll soon find out where and when they’ll move it, so we can ambush them.”

“Wow, you thought it through.”

“I’m not as stupid as they say I am” he joked.

“They don’t say you’re stupid, they say you’re an idiot. It’s different” laughed Emily, but she soon realized her words had offended him.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, I only repeat what they say.”

“Who says that?”

“Nah nah, I’m not snitching on them” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Ahh… I don’t care anyway.” The road they took was definitely longer than the one she was used to do to reach Valentine and during their journey Emily asked John about his past, just like he had done with the others, and she found out he was an orphan too, and that he had joined Dutch when he was around twelve.

“What kind of life has it been?” she asked. For her it was impossible to think of living like that.

“Restless. But I know I wouldn’t be able to live any other kind of life. I feel like I was born to do this” he answered.

“Born to be an outlaw?”

“To be free.”

Emily didn’t have the courage to tell him she though that wasn’t freedom at all. How can a life lived on the run be considered freedom? Without considering the moral wrongs they did on themselves every time it happened they killed someone. But how could she explain that to John? He couldn’t understand, he had an “Old Wild West” mindset. She decided to change topic.

“How long will it take to reach this place?”

“Not much.”

“With a car it would be much easier. Can you believe that we can travel across a state in one night?”

“In one night? They are fast those cars of yours” laughed John.

“If I had a car right now, I could reach Saint Denis in half a day, maybe less. Maybe I could be home for lunch and eat the wonderful roasted chicken my mum does.”

Silence fell as Emily lowered her eyes and studied every single straw of grass on the side of the road. John of course hadn’t sensed the change in her mood.

“How long does it take with a horse for Saint Denis?” she asked looking at the horizon.

“I ain’t sure, but… I’d say two days.”

“Two days” she whispered and her eyes fixed on the road again, while in her head she was thinking about how to get to the city.

The road led them through the Twin Stack Pass, and, as soon as the rocky promontories ended, something made its appearance, something that, at least, could lift Emily’s morale of an inch: a herd of wild horses.

“Whoah! They are beautiful, in their own way, aren’t they?”

“I guess they are.” “Oh my God! It’s just like that movie… oh, what’s its name? The one with the wild horse!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The movie! The movie!” she kept yelling and pulling John’s sleeve pointing at the horses running away.

“Oh, I wish I had my phone with me so I could take a good picture” she complained.

“Don’t you have one of those things to make photographs back in camp? I saw you was trying to take a picture of Mary-Beth the other day.”

“Yeah, but with that thing I need fifteen minutes to get the angle and the light and I never know how the photo will be in the end, if I got it right… that machine is a nightmare” she said gesturing widely.

“With my phone or a normal camera, one of those we have in the future, would be much easier.”

...

John glanced at her. That was the second time she mentioned the “future” in his presence and from the natural way she pronounced those words, John was having a hard time believing that she was crazy, because she didn’t sound like a deluded fool, she sounded normal.

“You use telephones for pictures? Not for calling people?” he asked perplexed.

“We use them for both. You can call people, send a SMS, Whatsapp and make photos. Or watch a movie, listen to music…”

She rattled off a series of actions she could do with that magic phone of hers, but the more she tried to explain, the more John was confused.

With silence falling, they both looked at the green landscape around them and smelled the fresh air of the morning. The temperature in the Heartlands was ideal: not as cold as the mountains, not as hot as the south, but something in-between that made it perfect for a journey under the sun like the one they were making.

With another whip on the reins, John’s attention was caught by some far buildings with high chimneys. Emily followed his example and saw them too. She knew exactly what it was, there were so many of them in the future, even if with a little more modern style.

“Oil factory” murmured John.

“Yeah, I know. Who does it belong to?”

“I have no idea.”

“Maybe Leviticus Cornwall?”

John jerked his head around to look right at her face.

“What do you know about Leviticus Cornwall?” he asked.

“That he was a great man with a great business.”

“You mean a pompous son of a bitch with a lot of money” John laughed bitterly.

“How can you say that? You don’t know him.”

“Dutch told me about him.”

“But from my understanding, he doesn’t know the man either” she replied frowning.

“Dutch knows people like him. He’s been fighting them all his life.”

Fighting? What was he been fighting? Economists? Businessmen? But those people are only a representation of a greater thing: progress. And you can’t fight progress.

Emily was starting to understand Dutch’s character a little better: a man with wrong but strong beliefs who had succeeded in convince a bunch of people to follow him in a life of sin and misery, but presenting that life to them like the best they could aspire to, some sort of guru, a mentor.

Again, Emily didn’t find the courage to tell John that Dutch’s fight seemed useless and impossible. She didn’t want to attack that man who everybody saw like a light in the dark, the head and heart of the group. It wasn’t wise.

They focused their attention on something else, talking about futility and ordinary things until they finally reached the Emerald Ranch. In Emily’s eyes it was a very peaceful place - at least at the beginning - quite big, but with most of the houses abandoned, which was something she found strange.

Maybe the place was having a period of recession and many had decided to leave, or worst, they were fired. The thought made her feel awful. Those people were probably having much trouble already on their own, they surely didn’t need them to steal their sheep. It could have been the final blow to make them fall in ruin.

The three men inside the yard stopped what they were doing to look at them when they jumped down the wagon and walked down the street. The man with the scarred face and the limp and the little maiden. What a strange couple.

“How can I help you?”

The words caught Emily and John’s attention. A man had spoken them, a gray-haired man with clear eyes.

“Hi partner. We’re looking for, erm, sheep” said John walking towards him, hiding how he could the hurting leg.

“We’re starting a little business of ours as ranchers and we need animals” he added.

The man eyed John from head to toe frowning slightly at his words.

“You don’t look like a rancher. What happened to you?” he asked nodding to John’s leg.

“Wolves.”

“Ah… nasty bastards.”

“You can say that. So, about them sheep?”

“Listen buddy. We don’t sell privately. If you want some sheep there will be an auction one week from now. You can buy your sheep there.”

“One week from now you say? And I’ll find some of your animals there?”

“Sure, we are the best around here.”

Relieved by the fact that everything was going as expected, John entertained a conversation of a few minutes with the man about cattle, pretending he really wanted to start his own business. Emily in the meantime had already lost herself. She was looking around at that strange place, so quiet, so old.

Emerald Ranch had the stables and the animals on one side and the houses on the other, and the main house was perfectly distinguishable from those of the employees because it was definitely bigger and fancier, with its green and white exterior.

Studying the building, she saw a woman at the window, looking down at her in the street, but Emily’s eyes had passed on her too quickly to understand that she was actually there, and returning on that window a fraction of second after, she had already gone.

At the beginning she thought of a reflection, a game the light had played to her eyes, otherwise, why should that woman hide from her? The fact struck Emily in such a way that she started looking round, at the other houses, the other people, and she noticed there wasn’t a single woman among them, just men.

Her mind started to roam: she imagined the ghost of a woman hunting the place at night that scared all the women out of the place so that none of the ranchers could take wife, and without the chance to accept new people because of the ghost the place had started to fall in disgrace.

“Are you looking for something?”

The man who had spoken had red hair, green eyes and a walrus mustache. Well built and tall, according to Emily he could be around forty.

“Just looking around. Why are those houses closed?” she asked pointing at the ruining buildings.

“This was a sort of little town once, but it didn’t work. That was a saloon, and that one was a general store.”

“Why didn’t it work?”

The man smiled, looking away and Emily found his smile incredibly attractive, but at the same time she was sure he was hiding something.

“It just didn’t. Mr. Wagner, the owner, is a little jealous of his property and didn’t want any stranger to come here. That’s why you and… your friend should leave as soon as possible.”

Something inside Emily trembled at those words. The red haired man looked nice, but the worried way he had said those words was scaring her. She dared to ask just one question more.

“What about the woman at the window?”

The man took some steps backwards and shook his head slightly.

“Good day to you, Miss” he said and just walked away.

Once alone, Emily glanced again at the window before she ran back to John, who, in the mean time, talking with the man, had reached the fence and was pointing at some cows.

“John, John, I think we should go” she urged him with a trembling voice.

“Yes, I think I have all the information I need. I’ll see you at the auction then” he said to the gray-haired man stretching out a hand.

“Oh, no. Not really. We always send the young ones to herd the sheep to the auction.”

“Oh, well, goodbye then, partner.”

The two shook hands and, finally, John and Emily walked back to the wagon.

...

“They’ll move around ten heads one week from now, walking past the Twin Stack Pass. A perfect spot to surprise them. They sell each animal forty dollars. It’s not much but I reckon it will do for now.”

John looked at Emily, seated next to him on the wagon and suddenly realized there was something wrong: she had a troubled face.

“What? What happened?”

“That place… that place gave me the shivers.”

“Why? Seemed normal to me." “Something happened there, something terrible they’re trying to hide.”

John scoffed and shook his head. She was definitely

exaggerating.

“And what would it be?”

“A murder” she said without hesitation.

This time John laughed openly, but he hadn’t considered the still painful stitches on his face and the laugh chocked in his mouth and turned into a moan of pain.

“What gave you the idea?” he asked.

Emily wanted to tell him about the ghost of the woman at the window, but she knew he would have probably called her crazy.

For all the way back, she was rather silent. Heading to Emerald Ranch, she had chewed John’s ear off, and honestly, he preferred her when she talked, because that silence was making the journey long and boring.

“Oh! I forgot!” she exclaimed slamming her hand on her forehead.

“What?”

“I wanted to buy a chicken.”

John’s expression doesn’t need a description, he was more than bewildered at those words.

“What?”

“A chicken. The other day Jack told me he never ate chicken. I wanted to cook one, or try to cook one for him.”

“He’s never eaten chicken?”

It was Emily turn to look at him in bewilderment.

“You don’t know that your son has never tried chicken?”

No, John didn’t want to talk about that, Abigail already burdened him with fatherly questions everyday in camp.

“Never mind, we’re almost home” he diverted.

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Loves Force [Chapter 1]

Wanted to try something new of doing a short series rather than just one shots and pure smut.

Pairing: Victor x OC [Bella Holland] (Read about her here)

Description: University lovers broken apart, the two adventure of life’s journey with separate paths only to encounter each other years later.

Warnings: SFW, None for this chapter, expect visits from our favourite Bidders from KBTBB, flickers from 3rd person to 1st.

Victor stood proud in his oxford uniform, blazer crisp and tie sharp, freshly polished rounded flats laced up tightly. His arm tightly around the blonde girls waist, curving in on the tailored blazer and holding her close to him. The white ruffled skirt came just above her knees just skimming above the knee length socks that ran down her legs. The rolled parchment of their degrees, both of business, both wrapped in a red ribbon and held proud in front of them. A perfect photo of the head boy and girl, a perfect relationship, smiles to be captured forever in a moment in time. Teachers and students alike cooed over them, how they admired to be like them, to be them. If only they knew the pain that was hidden behind their smiles, the excruciating torment of the freshly broken up couple trying to hold back the tears in order to not ruin the day.

A firm handshake was all he left her with, two years of romance and love now ending with a meer friendly gesture. “Goodbye Victor,” was all she could manage, unable to bring her eyes to meet the purple ones she fell in love with, knowing if she looked her heart would shatter like it had done so the night before. They parted ways, she left, him right. She never turned back, missing the longing gaze from Victor as he let the love of his life walk away from him.

That day meant to be filled with happiness shared between two lovers, a reality of nothing but pain was now a distant memory to her. Or so she thought.

Clutching the letter a little tighter with her left hand, her right index finger massaging her temple as she let out a heavy sigh.

“Dear Miss. Holland,

Your grant for a loan from LFG has been approved, a meeting with Bernard Burnett has been scheduled for August 21st 2020 at 10 am.

Please bring all the relevant documents as stated below.

Please arrive at LFG approximately 10 minutes before your scheduled appointment.

Thank you for choosing Loveland’s most approved funding. - LFG”.

Every bank she had turned to had refused her business loan, even with a high stake reputation and successful business none of them was ready to take a gamble on her. In the end her last hope was to try with LFG and luck would have it that they would be interested. Whilst she didn’t want to go to her ex-boyfriends company she had little choice and there was no way that Victor could possibly know “Holland Designs'' was her company. Thousands of people applied for loans and funding there everyday, regardless if it was Victor's company or not, he wouldn’t know that it was his ex-girlfriends own business he would soon be investing into.

It had been six years since she’d last seen Victor, she never doubted for a second the sheer power and domination that man had once he set his mind to something which is why it came as no surprise to see him conquering the business world before the age of 26. They’d both gone separate ways and it was clear enough to see that Victor had made his dreams come true.

Whilst heavily pleased and relieved at the loan acceptance, she never thought she would have to actually step foot into the LFG building. It felt almost daunting, potentially being in the same building as Victor though the chances of actually seeing him would be slim to none.

“Boss is everything okay?” Luna, her assistant, poking her head through the open door after hearing a sigh of frustration.

“Huh? Oh yes, yes sorry, got lost in thought, no everything’s fine thank you,” Bella smiled, waving the hand up that had held the letter, “LFG replied, we're getting the funding,”.

“Oh that’s excellent news! I told you they wouldn’t turn us down,” The young girl relied, full on enthusiasm as always.

“Yes, I have a meeting in two days with them, will you clear my schedule for me for then please,”.

“Yes of course, shall I send out an email to inform the others?” The sound of tapping flooding through the open space.

“No that’s fine, I’ll let Terri and the others know later,” Bella replied, now turning her attention to the computer screen before her, “Luna, will you shut the door please,”.

“Of course!” The sound of the oak door shutting, leaving Bella alone in her office. She took a deep breath before sinking lower into her leather arm chair. Why was she so worked up and anxious over this? She knew what she was doing the minute she looked at the LFG application form, that this was Victor's Li’s company. Victor had probably forgotten about her, their relationship had ended six years ago and it wasn’t as if her applying for a loan would change anything. She’d probably never even see Victor in person again, only online in the rare interviews he did. The latest being on a show called “Miracle Finder”, a show that lately had a range of celebrity guests and professionals appearing on it.

In all honesty she’d slightly forgotten about Victor, he was in the past, but that was difficult when Loveland’s most upcoming desirable bachelor appeared everywhere. Like a ghostly presence, whether it was a fake news article in some trashy magazine, a stock profit margin LFG on the news, a flashed photo of his face as he left from a restaurant. He was everywhere even though he was no longer in her life. It was only until the day she applied for the LFG funding did he truly cross her mind. If she ever did run into Victor she doubted he’d even recognise her, whilst she hasn’t changed since the last time they met, she’d slowly blossomed from a fresh university student of age of 22 into an independent woman with her own company. Nothing much physical had changed about her, she was still the petite blonde with a curvaceous figure, truly blessed and rewarded as she took great pride in maintaining her looks. Beautiful and brainy is what she was often referred to by her employees, a statement that still made her blush regardless of how many times they said it.

“To Holland Designs!” The clink of the shot glasses meeting with a round of roaring laughter, silence followed closely by the sound of hissing from individuals as the tequila burned their throats.

“To LFG approving the loan!” A similar movement followed after the bar-tender refilled their glasses.

“To you, boss,” Terri guesting her glass in the motion of you, the others following with the same enthusiasm, a heavy blush creeping over your cheeks with a giggled laughter. The third tequila made your eyes water, the sour taste making your jaw clench as you shook your head, turning the shot glass upside down on the wooden bar.

“To-“ But your hand signalled them to stop, three shots was well enough, anymore and you’d be on the floor, telling the world your life story.

Taking a seat at the bar, guesting to the barman for some water, slightly disappointed you were unable to hold your liquor like you used to. Envy taking over to watch some of your younger employees throwing shot and shot back, something you could have done just as easily at their age, but now at the ripe age of 28 alcohol proved to hit you a little harder.

“So, pretty great news right about the funding right?” Terri sliding to the seat next to you, clutching her latest designer bag to her. Seriously she had a new one every other month, you dread to think how much money she spent on them.

“It’s brilliant, we can finally look at expanding the workforce and hiring new talents, we’ll be able to branch out to bigger clients,” You smiled, taking a sip of the water the barman placed in front of you.

“And how are you feeling about a certain Mr.Li?” The words make you choke slightly, spitting water out over the bar.

“What are you on about? The funding has nothing to do with Victor!” You hissed, grabbing a napkin and wiping up the spilt mess.

“Oh Bells, you're my best friend don’t play coy, you can see something’s bothering you just from the expression on your face,” You rolled your eyes at her comments, “You also pinching your wrist, you only do that when you feel anxious,”.

“I just- it’s not weird is it? Applying to his company for a loan, letting him be our investor is it?” You questioned, turning your gaze to focus on the lipstick stain on your glass, a snorting chuckle coming from your best friend.

“It’s business hun, and who cares? You're not dealing directly with him are you?” You shake your head, “Well then, I doubt Mr.Li takes time to read over every company investment, he has people who do that for him, beside you and him are old news how long ago even was the breakup again”.

“Six years this year… But true, I just expected to be accepted with our form and that be that, I have to go on Thursday to meet with Mr.Burnett, take all our profits and margins, expectations and such with me,”.

“Well that’s easy enough, just show them the fab work we’ve been doing,” Terri patting her bag as if to say ‘look at all the profit we’ve been making’, “Oh and that Ichinomiya man! Don’t forget to mention him!”.

Oh yes Eisuke Ichinomiya, one of the wealthiest men across the pond who was a billionaire tycoon, the owner of a luxurious hotel called “The Tres Spades”. He was also a dear friend, a former pupil in your year who you’d grown close with alongside Soryu Oh and Luke Foster. The four of you and Victor were the best of friends during your university days often referring yourself as: the brains, the beauty, the playboy, the vitamin addict and the silencer. An odd bunch to say the least but somehow it just clicked.

Eisuke had shamelessly flirted with you for the first year of university, it wasn’t until he learned you and Victor were dating that he backed off. Instead the flirts blossomed into friendship and before you knew it you were swept up in the ways of luxury with the four boys.

Luke and Soryu were the two you were least closest with, Soryu just didn’t like women but for you he made an exception and Luke was far too busy investing in his time into the bone structure of your cheekbones to actually have a conversation with you. Mornings spent together were some of your fondest memories of university, Victor sitting with his black coffee, Eisuke throwing in half a pitcher of milk and five sugars into his coffee, Luke chewing on some vitamin gummies and Soryu devouring an omelette.

You were relieved in a way that Victor and you split up the day before graduation, meaning neither of you would have to sacrifice your friendships with the others. After graduating you and Eisuke kept in touch, when you traveled the world he gracefully extended an offer for you to stay at “The Tres Spades” in his penthouse whilst you were in Japan. You’d have been a fool to say no. Getting to spend an almost month in sheer luxury, witnessing how the other half lived as you resided there, a pleasant surprise to find Soryu was also there. He was still as awkward as ever, only maturing into a more handsome man, with looks that could kill. Although it turned out he literally could kill, the silent man now being the second head of a mafia gang. Luke also made an appearance, a fully fledged doctor but still with the obsession of bones, constantly trying to get a touch of your cheekbones, jawline and collarbones.

“Don’t be creeped out pretty lady, he’s been obsessed with Eisukes collarbones ever since he saw him shirtless,” A overly friendly man named Mitsunari, ‘please call me Baba’, told you one night.

It was nice to be back in the company of your old companions, the only thing missing to complete it was Victor but since graduating the tight knitted friendship between him and the others fell apart. You didn’t pry into it, Victor was no longer a part of your life or clearly there’s and the four of them had their own reasoning for falling out.

So when you finally returned home and kick started your own business, Eisuke was more than willing to lend you a hand, being one of your first clients. “Holland Designs'' was all in one company, it did brand recognition, website building, graphic design and soon to be event organisation. Eisuke was expanding overseas to Dubai with his chain of hotels, he wants your company to be the ones who created its new brand ‘luxury for the wealthiest’ which you and your small team worked tirelessly on. Needless to say it was a huge success and thanks to Eisuke it skyrocketed your company, within eight months of starting you was now a growing company with some big clientele’s. You were the director of it all managing with clients over their needs and demands creating bespoke contracts, Terri was the website creator with a team of two to manage the content, Ron was the logo and graphic designer who had an assistant and then there was Luna who was your assistant/receptionist. Small but mighty with the sheer determination and drive to succeed.

“Yes I’ll be sure to showcase our work for Eisuke, without him I fear we wouldn’t have had such a successful launch,” You made a mental note to do a bigger portfolio for your meeting on the work you produced for him.

“And don’t get worried and worked up about Victor, the reality is you won’t ever see him,” Terri taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

You’d met Terri whilst travelling, ‘a budding coder on a journey to find herself’ as she put it. The likeness in personality and views on life quickly grew into a strong friendship, she was the brownie to your blondie, the Thelma to your Louise. Even though she’d only been in your life for two years, she was the best friend anyone would wish for and she knew you inside out. The experience of heartbreak brought you closer together, sobbing over too many cocktails as you both spoke about your first loves, telling her everything about your university love with Victor.

You weren't hung up on Victor, god no, you’d been in a causal relationship or two since then. But it was always difficult forgetting your first, he was your first everything, first kiss, first boyfriend, first love, first sexual partner. He had been such a big part of your life especially being the “role model couple” in university, you head girl and him head boy, a staring couple destined to make it together forever as everyone said. So when the thought of him potentially inching a way back into your life, it triggered a lot of past feelings, feelings you thought you’d forgotten.

You spent the next day preparing for your meeting, stacks of documents lying on your desk as you printed out more to add to the pile. Even though your company was still fresh, just under a year old, your profits had exceeded almost five times the prediction with a long list of clients wanting to be your next project. You and the team had worked tirelessly to churn out projects, some wanted new logos, some wanted a brand re-boost and makeover, some wanted websites, some wanted the whole package for a new start up company. The workload was a consistent flow and the reputation was even better, the name “Holland Design” soon becoming a hot topic in the business world.

You left the office earlier than normal, a goodnight sleep was well deserved so that you would be fresh and ready in the morning. Even though the loan had been approved, tomorrow was vital to ensure and secure the funding. You had to prove and sell the company, yourself, to the leading investors of all of Loveland.

You dressed up slightly more than normal, hair slicked back straight. Makeup applied more of the natural side, a striking bold cat flick eyeliner settled behind your thick lashes, a pink tint of blush gracing your cheeks paired with a nude lip. A white shirt with long sleeved tucked into the leather pencil skirt, the top button undone just to give a slight peak of your “secret assets” and a pair of black heels. The rose gold watch encrusted with small fragments of diamond, a gift for your degree from your parents, sat snuggly on your wrist. A quick spritz of perfume, the same perfume you’d worn ever since you turned 20, leather folder in one hand, the designer Chanel bag Terri insisted you borrow in the other and you were ready.

The sound of your heels clicked along the marble floor as you took a seat on the leather sofas of the reception of LFG, the receptionist smiling sweetly and telling you “Mr. Burnman will be with you shortly”.

Undoing the bound of the folder, skimming over once more of the portfolio you brought to represent your work, nerves ablaze inside you as one of the most important meetings of your career was about to happen. It would deem unprofessional to sit and play candy crush on your phone whilst waiting, instead reviewing everything you had brought hoping time would pass quicker.

Crossing your legs, left over your right, the busyness of the lobby seemed to stop in silence. Peering up from the documents you watched as the employees came to a still, each of them bowing respectfully their heads turned towards the revolving doors. Curiosity peaked inside you, a sudden dropping feeling in your stomach as your eyes wander up to see him, Victor. He waltzed through the floor, oxfords hitting the pavement in striking steps, the black suit tailored perfectly to his body. He still looked like the same young man you had been in love with, now only more mature, shoulders broad with a jawline so sharp it could cut paper. The photos of him never did justice for the sheer handsomeness of him, unable to obtain the small gasp that fell from your lips. And that was when his purple eyes fell upon you, the look of slight confusion at you without faltering his pace, a young man with round glasses running after him to match his pace. There was no doubt he saw you, he looked directly at you but almost as if he didn’t recognise you, looking straight through you. With a blink of the eye he was gone and the lobby picked up from it’s stilled place in time.

Your heart stammered with speed, the pair of you shared a glance but Victor looked at you as if he had no recollection of who you were. The long scarf perfectly balanced atop his suit jacket, the way his hair was perfectly in place just like it was when you were in university, the deep pooling of purple in his eyes, dominance and power radiating with each step. The ability to capture a room without saying a word.

“Miss. Holland, Mr. Burnman will see you now,” The receptionist called out, bringing you back from the longing gaze of the spot where Victor had stepped out from. With slightly trembling legs you stood, taking a few deep breaths to try calm the nerves from the meeting about what happened and seeing your first love, you followed her down the corridor.

“Thank you miss,” You smiled at the receptionist , being ushered into a small office, a young man greeting you with an eager smile.

“Ah Miss. Holland, do please take a seat,” He gestured to the empty seat sitting across from his desk.

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Victor knew the minute he saw “Holland Design'' on the proposal scheme that it was her. He knew from the name alone, the name she always declared would be the one for her business, “I want my company to have a strong reputation, and what's better fitting than a friendly name?” she would so often recall. He’d first come across it when he saw the press release of Ichinomiya’s new chain hotel in Dubai, where she was standing proud beside him, of course he’d been invited to the opening but it was a bleak affair he didn’t want to attend. He almost choked on air to see her beside him ‘Bella Holland, leading entrepreneur of Holland Designs’ captioned below. She still bore the same smile she always had, like the one in their graduation photo, a smile that would light up the room. Ever since then he’d kept tabs on the name, watching in eight months it start to dominate in the business world, more and more company’s reaching out to be part of their work.

What he never expected was to see the name on the document before him, a loan application for the business to help them expand their work force and new ventures. What he equally never expected to see her sitting in the lobby of LFG when he entered that morning, he’d approved the loan personally there was no need for her to be here.

“Goldman, the blonde in reception,” He questioned the minute the doors of the elevator closed.

“You mean…” He hummed, flicking on the screen on his tablet and scrolling down, “Ah Miss. Holland, Bella Holland,”.

“Why is she here,”.

“Let me look,” A moment of silence filled the elevator as it travelled upwards, “She’s here for a loan consultant with Mr. Burnman from accounting, his personal request”. The doors opened and the two men took a few steps forward towards Victor's office doors, in one swift movement he removed his scarf and handed it over to Goldman.

“Clear my schedule, send Miss.Holland up to my office after she’s done,” He nodded, pushing open the doors and shutting them behind him as he walked in, no time for questions from Goldman.

Whilst he kept his cool on the outside Victor nervously paced through his office, running a hand through his hair. The way their eyes had met across the lobby, the glossy pool of blue hadn’t changed a bit as they locked eyes for only a mere moment. He had felt his heart tremble slightly to see her, six years of nothing for her to be sat in the reception of his company. She was the one Eisuke so often referenced to her as “the one that got away” but she hadn’t got away, Victor had pushed her away. He threw himself into his work the moment after graduation, building up an empire, trying to forget about her and yet maybe it was some cruel trick of fate that she would be brought back to him?

“Mr.Li, Miss.Holland is on her way up,” Goldman’s voice coming through the speaker of his office phone pulling him from his pacing movements. Clearing his throat he took a seat behind the mahogany desk, dropping all emotions on his face to return to that unbreakable poker face. But the soft rasp on the door, the meek, “Mr.Li?” and watching as she slowly entered his office, the cracks of it began to slip.

[Chapter 2]

Victor and Bella, university photo.

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 3 years

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Happy Birthday to Me pt 10

While he was gone, I kept dancing with A-Lian and making faces for her to giggle at. It worked quite nicely until she heard the obviously very familiar sound of her parents singing. Instantly deciding she was tired of her poor uncle’s antics in favor of wanting to be held by her mother (fair) I shuffled her along to the stage. She waddled the last few steps to her mom who immediately swooped her up. Jin Ling had already ascended to his rightful throne in his father’s arms again, his favorite place that evening it seems, and the two doting parents started to dance along with their song (which was, fittingly enough, “I wanna dance with somebody”. Pff)

Somewhere near the end of the song Lan Zhan finally came back with the promised sweets. He looked a bit concerned and mildly heartbroken to find that A-Lian was no longer with me. When he asked where she had gone I just pointed up to the almost obnoxiously perfect family picture on stage. (Obnoxious because of the peacock, and almost because Shijie is always perfect and never obnoxious.)

The king demanded that he get to sing a song so before they could be shuffled off the stage they were allowed to sing a rather off-key rendition of “twinkle twinkle little star” with A-Ling belting his little heart out and A-Lian babbling her best to follow along.

It was so adorable that I had to look at something else or I’d end up crying again. So instead I started poking at the cake that was still being held by the steadfast Lan Zhan.

I’d barely managed to shove a huge bite in my mouth when I felt a forceful yank, taking me away from my cake and my Lan Zhan! Unacceptable!

Turns out it was, of course, my darling little brother telling me it was my turn. RUDE

“YOu could have at least let me finish my cake, Asshole!” I grumbled at him once I was finally able to swallow the lump of frosting that had jammed my mouth shut.

(Gamby yelled at me to watch my language so close to the kids. Oops. Sorry Gamby)

I got shoved up on stage then despite my continued protests. SangSang asked me what I wanted to sing and after a moment of thought there really was no other choice for me.

Okay

I know it’s a meme.

Okay I get it. Alright? He-Man and lol and whatever. Haha. BUt for real,

“What’s Up” from 4 Non Blondes fuckig SLAPS okay?

And I’ve loved it WAY longer than it’s been a meme! Fuck you He-Man! (Yes I’m aware I used the meme in question on my blog once. I am a multi-faceted human being and am perfectly able to compartmentalize thank you).

So the song starts off pretty quiet but after a few seconds Gamby all of a sudden shrieked like an excited teenager and practically begged me to sing it too.

So obviously yes, right? I’m not gonna say no to a duet with Gamby!

Oh it was so FUN! We were both really hamming it up in the best way and sometimes barely even able to sing it because we were trying so hard not to laugh.

We had a stellar audience too, all looking comically enraptured by the song, swaying in time to the music. I think SangSang even pulled out a fake lighter ap on his phone to hold in the air as he swayed.

The song ended to energetic applause and we both took our bows dutifully before Gamby pulled me into another tight, tight hug.

“It’s our song,” she said in my ear. “I used to sing this to you when you were just a sprout!”

FUCK

Okay hold on.

Sorry the memory of it made me well up again.

So you have to understand. I have always LOVED this song. Not just, like, liked it or thought it was fun or anything. I LOVE this song. Like top 5 forever. Maybe even number 1. Just.

This song for me. It comforts me. I don’t remember anything from my early childhood but this song made me feel nostalgic. Safe. I found it when I was like… 15? 16? And just it was SO familiar.

It turns out that Gamby and Mom used to sing it together with me all the time. The feeling I was getting whenever I heard that song. It was her. And it was Mom. The feeling I get from that song is the feeling of being loved by my parents. With no expectations. Nothing to repay. Just pure love.

I don’t remember my mom. But I have that now. I have that feeling.

Okay

Okay I’m fine. I’ve blown my nose and we can carry on.

So I’d mostly re-composed myself by the time I found Lan Zhan again only to discover that he’d just stood there the whole time just…. Holding the cakes.

I freaked out a little due to my honestly a bit overly-emotional. I took the cakes away and set them aside so I could rub his arms while scolding him. (Did I really do that? Why?? Ugh I’m an idiot)

I told him he could have put the cakes on the table or something and that his arms must be tired! I think I just wanted an excuse to touch him more. But I was a bit high on adrenalynn and the liquor was still making me a little warm.

So I’m gonna blame it on that.

While I made a buffoon of myself, Jiang Cheng and Huaisang did a cover of Meatloaf’s Let me Sleep on It.

It was hilarious. They had taken the energy that had honestly started with “My Heart will Go On” and just cranked it all the way up to 11. It was so good to see Jiang Cheng just having FUN without having to worry what he looked like for once.

He always has to be on his best behavior. It must be exhausting.

But now, with Nie Huaisang playing the part of the overly-pushy love interest asking him to ‘love her forever’ and Jiang Cheng pleading for more time to consider back and forth. Ah it was amazing. I rested my head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder while I watched it, feeling pleasantly warm and just honestly so loved. It struck me again just how many people had come here just to celebrate me. I still can’t wrap my head around it.

I held Lan Zhan’s hand as I thought about it though, lacing our fingers together because I can and it’s free. I sighed after a while, just feeling so content. I told Lan Zhan as much and was rewarded by a hand playing idly with my hair.

“I’m glad you are,” he said. I could feel the words rumbling in his chest. “You deserve to be.”

I looked up at him then, all indignant because how dare he ruin a perfect moment by embarrassing me like that (he ruined nothing. I just like being dramatic). But then I realized just how close we were and my protests just kinda never found their way past my throat. I traced every feature of his perfect face with my eyes, longing to do it with my lips instead. The urge was almost tangible. For a second it almost felt like I might die if I didn’t press a kiss to every part of his face I could. His forehead. His nose. His cheeks. His eyelids. His chin. His lips.

I leaned forward a hair when he spoke and broke the spell.

Thank god.

I think he asked me why I was staring or something. It’s the only thing that made sense, but I didn’t really hear him due to the fuzzy static in my ears. I got up quickly lest I fall into a stupor again. Curse you Lan Zhan. Curse you and your perfect face. I looked around the room to find something to latch on to and my eyes fell upon the tragically under-utilized photo booth!

It was one of those fancy ones you see at all the weddings and big parties now-a-days. The kind that’s a huge mirror that you can write on and with like the props and stuff.

I immediately decided that there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to immortalize that frustratingly perfect face next to mine and I dragged him over to the photo booth.

We had already agreed we needed to fix our ‘lack of selfies together’ problem after all, didn’t we?

By the time we got here, we’d been beaten to the punch by the beautiful Wens. Wen Ning and Wen Qing were making funny faces in the mirror with A-Yuan and aaaah my heart!

I don’t think I’d EVER seen Wen Qing pull faces like that. I’m so glad I get to keep those photos forever. With that in mind I realized I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be included! So naturally I photobombed! Well. More I bodily shoved them to the side to make room for me to starfish in front of them.

I suppose I should have anticipated the vicious crack to my head even if it was my birthday. Wen Qing’s finger snaps are murder!

Mortally wounded, I crawled my way back to Lan Zhan so that I might at the very least die in his arms.

I complained that Wen Qing was being mean because she was and that I was going to have a bruise on my forehead for the rest of the night! Mostly I just wanted to see if he would kiss it better for me.

Except.

He actually did.

;ADFJ;LKSDJF;AJKF;ASLJF;JF

WHY MUST MY PLANS ALL BACKFIRE ON ME???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Wei Ying.exe has stopped. Please wait while we reboot the system.

Would you like to submit an error report? Yes | No

Oh I must have been so red. I was still riding on that ‘It’s my birthday I do what I want’ feeling though and it spawned the following word vomit.

When he asked me if it felt better.

I told him

Yes

But.

“I think I need another kiss just to make sure. You wouldn’t want the birthday boy to be incapacitated for the rest of his party, now would you?”

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

AND OF COURSE LAN ZHAN WENT ALONG WITH IT AND KISSED THE SPOT AGAIN. BECAUSE HE ALWAYS INDULGES ME AND DOESN’T SEEM TO KNOW THAT HE SHOULDN’T BE ENCOURAGING ME LIKE THIS?!?!?!?

I heard the sound of the lovely Dr. Wen gagging behind me. Fair.

But then we were saved by my hero A-Yuan who ran up to hug Lan Zhan’s fucking anime legs and thanked him so sincerely for healing his Xian-Gege.

“You’re so right, A-Yuan! He’s great like that!” said, kneeling down to pat his back approvingly and ruffle his already party-ruffled hair.

Then I noticed that we had somehow managed to edge into the frame of the photo booth and the countdown to the next picture had started. I tried to warn Lan Zhan to get ready but turns out that was the WRONG action. He looked up at the exact worst possible moment so when the mirror showed us back our picture it showed me yelling, A-Yuan looking into space, and Lan Zhan’s face morphed into a hideous slug monster.

This set A-Yuan to giggling right away, claiming that his bunny gege was a monster!

Lan Zhan growled at him, playing along, which got me going.

LAN ZHAN. STOP. MAKING. ME. FEEL. THE. THING. I. AM. NOT. READY. TO. ADDRESS. YET.

FUCK

;LDKJFSA;LJKF;SKJDF;LKFJ;FLK

Lan Zhan is NOT allowed near kids anymore! My heart can’t take the strain!

To cover up my newest surge of emotion, I demanded we take some proper pictures!

Wen Ning, angel that he is, took A-Yuan away so we could have pictures with just the two of us. Lan Zhan looked ready to protest, so for the sake of my poor heart, I pressed the ‘picture’ button to distract him. I gave him an arrow that said ‘birthday boy’ on it, which we barely got pointing in the right direction in time, and grabbed a lovely handlebar mustache for myself while claiming to be DaGe and told him to smile.

Bless his soul he actually did. I don’t know how he manages to tolerate all my stupid antics. Somehow he always seems to be able to take me in stride while staying (mostly) unruffled. I should take lessons.

The picture came out perfect! ♥

So Naturally I demanded a million more.

We did a few with props and a few without. And some silly faces and some serious faces. And some faces that were so serious they circled back to silly. Lan Zhan was a real champ and went along with all my hijinks.

Then I remembered the tree incident that everyone yelled at me over.

If he catches me I’ll…..

That sentiment was so strong. I don’t even know how that thought ends. I’ll what?

I still don’t know.

This time I at least gave him some warning.

I told him to hold out his arms so I could jump into him in a much safer recreation of the tree yeet.

The picture snapped right as I landed in his arms and I remembered to look just in time so that I could grin at the camera and not Lan Zhan in an attempt to be slightly less obvious. When the picture came back though Lan Zhan was looking straight at me. Probably trying to make sure he didn’t drop me. But fuck.

I’m keeping that one in my wallet once we get them printed.

Apparently my leap got the attention of the rest of the party because suddenly EVERYONE was there. It was like a clown car with everyone squishing in to see how many of us we could fit in a single picture. Ah it was amazing. We grabbed some props for added panache and I managed to wrangle it so that Lan Zhan and I were still in the middle with all my friends and family squashed around us.

In a brilliant idea on how to save space, I decided that I should just get as close as possible to Lan Zhan and gave him a big fat smooch on his cheek. I was rewarded when I saw the end result with what had to be the best picture ever taken.

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng had their hands in each other’s faces, trying to push each other out of frame, each of them barely managing to stay in the back corners of the picture.

Below them and to the left, DaGe was looking entirely too pleased to be squished in that close to Lan Xichen who was holding at least 7 different props and looking ecstatically excited. Wen Qing and Shijie were next to each other on the front right, holding A-Yuan and A-Ling respectively. The four of them were holding up peace signs, their faces all close together to try to fit in the picture.

Front Left was Jin ZiXuan with A-Lian, rubbing their noses together and looking admittedly adorable.

The front center had MianMian and Qin Su making innocent doll eyes at the camera, their hands laced together and their cheeks squished up against each other. Directly in the back center Gamby and Aunty Yi were imitating them perfectly.

To the middle right sat Wen Ning looking like he was just happy to be included. He’s such a sweetie.

And right in the center of all that commotion was myself and Lan Zhan. I was planting the most obnoxious kiss I could manage on his cheek and he was grinning like the sun.

Oh.

My God.

OH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

After celebrating the best picture ever made we all somehow managed to disentangle ourselves from each other, with many knocking elbows and a lot of laughter.

#wei wuxian #wei ying #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #cql #mdzs #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 6 (Lemon x Everyone) - Mermelada

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s chapter 6, as seen on Ao3! I found out that Lemon’s irl mum is Scottish, so naturally, I had to include her as a character and base her on my own! More is coming soon, so watch this space! :D I love you all!!

[07:24] HEY GIRL!

[07:24] I’m so sorry but I ate your sister for breakfast

[07:24] She was a grapefruit lololololol

[07:24] I’m sorry please don’t hate me

[07:24] But she was delicious

[07:25] So what’s the tea on Little Miss Lemon? I want to know everything! What’s your favourite type of pasta?

Lemon read the messages again as she sat at the kitchen island, sipping her coffee. She couldn’t help but smile. That was not what she was expecting at all from Priyanka, she looked so poised and regal in all her photos, yet in reality she was coming across as a complete goofball. Although it had been three hours now, and she was still awaiting a reply.

[09:58] Umm how fucking dare you?

[09:58] Don’t even expect me to respond to that until I get a full apology, you murderer.

Was the joke not obvious? Fuck, what if she thinks I’m serious? But then she started it…

“What’s got you smiling, princess?”

She jumped with shock as her mum walked through the door, placing her handbag on the counter and opening the fridge door. She knew her mum only worked a half-day on Thursdays, but her sudden appearance was a surprise nonetheless. Lemon felt like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t be.

“Oh, nothing,” she sang, quickly locking her phone and putting it back in her pocket, away from prying eyes, “how was work?”

“Well you’re not acting like it was nothing,” teased her mum, moving around the kitchen in a blur as she prepared her lunch. “Is it a girl?”

Lemon failed to hide the blush rising on her face, she knew her mum meant no harm, but she was not prepared to get into a conversation about dating and hookups with her so early in the day, and with so little alcohol to hand. “Muuuuuuuuum” she groaned, hoping that the coolness of her hands would remove the redness as she placed her chin in her palms.

“I’m just glad you’re happy, darling, you deserve it after the summer you’ve had!” Lemon couldn’t deny that her mum had been an absolute angel these last few months. She listened to Lemon way back when she had first admitted that things weren’t working like they should be, and never once offered any judgement or tried to convince her to stay. She had even helped Lemon move her things out of her old apartment as quickly as was humanly possible for the pair of them, while she was at work. “Are you up to date with your tetanus shots though, because you’ll need one if she’s doing that to you!”

Just when Lemon felt she couldn’t get any redder, her mum’s finger was poking the mottled bruise peeking out from under the loose collar of her t-shirt, her whole body burning as her mind flashed back to the moment it had been placed there… the body above her trembling, grabbing a handful of platinum hair as they grinded against each other’s thighs, the muffled cries in French… “Oh my god, mum, please stop!”

“What?! You can’t just disappear for two nights in a row and not expect me to be curious! What’s her name?”

She audibly groaned at her mother’s prying tone, laying her head on the cold marble countertop. “Mum, I love you, but I am not having this conversation with you right now!”

Fucking Rita, I’m sure she’ll find this funny at least, Lemon made a mental note to text the other woman later, wondering if she’s had any similar happenings with her work colleagues, or if she had enough experience - and common sense - to hide the evidence of her Tinder trysts better. At least she had put on leggings after waking up today, as shorts would have only showcased an even more incriminating patchwork of colourful marks across her inner thighs.

Her mum simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her from behind the high kitchen chair, planting an affectionate kiss on her daughter’s temple. “Well, you know what I always say, pumpkin, as long as you’re happy and safe, go out there and have fun! Are dental dams still a thing? Do you need some?”

Lemon could only muster a grunt in response, her head making an audible bang as she threw it onto the counter, deeply wishing that the conversation was over. Right on cue, she felt the phone in her pocket buzz with a new notification. She practically leapt off her seat, ready to run to the safety of her bedroom. “Well, on that note, I’m going to remove myself from this deeply uncomfortable situation. Thank you, mother!”

“Ooh is that her texting you? When are you seeing her next?” The enthusiastic questions fell - as her mum expected - on deaf ears, Lemon gulping down the remainder of her cold coffee and placing the empty mug in the sink.

When she finally reached her safe haven, she pushed the door closed and jumped back on the bed. Despite knowing her parents wouldn’t mind at all, she still wasn’t ready to admit she was trying to move on, let alone with an assortment of random ladies from the Greater Toronto Area. She grabbed at her phone excitedly, her eyes lighting up when she saw that Priyanka had finally answered.

[13:35] My dearest Lemon, I must beg for your forgiveness, for I have sinned gravely. Upon awakening from my slumber and entering my cooking chamber, my stomach began to sing a dreadful tune. In the search for something to quell its anger, I encountered a grapefruit, as cute as your face and as juicy as your ass probably is. With no other option, I slaughtered it, dressed it with some sugar, and devoured its flesh. Would you please accept my most sincere apology in the form of a drink sometime?

This crazy bitch. No other interaction on the app had left Lemon feeling so giddy, her heart had sped up and her stomach was doing somersaults. Yes yes yes yes oh my god of course! Luckily her common sense kicked in, and she realised she should probably act a bit less… desperate.

[13:40] Let me think about it

[13:41] Loljk of course!

[13:41] Any day/time work best for you? I’m afraid I’m fully booked this weekend

[13:41] Mourning my sister and all

[13:41] (I mean the grapefruit btw sorry that could have been weird)

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long for a response.

[13:42] LOL I’m glad it didn’t turn dark

[13:42] Any night that’s not a school day is best for me!

[13:43] Speaking of which I better get back and entertain some little people, ttyl xo

[13:43] KIDS, btw, just in case xx

Lemon shook her head as she smiled, Priyanka was certainly something else. Cute, funny, sexy… hopefully she didn’t ruin it by having bad breath or murderous tendencies. She couldn’t explain it, she already felt something special about the girl, something she hadn’t felt since- no. Let’s not ruin a good thing by thinking about her. But the more she looked at Priyanka’s profile, the more memories of Juice kept flooding her mind. Taking a moment, she sat on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her and breathing deeply and rhythmically, a makeshift meditation to nip any panic in the bud.

Is it still too soon? Maybe I’m not ready to be moving on if I still think about her so much, and if I still get so emotional doing so. Images of the former couple danced around her head; walking hand in hand, snuggling on the couch under blankets, even just helping each other cook, or drinking coffee in bed on a rainy morning. I thought it was what I wanted, but maybe I was wrong. She sat silently for a few minutes, trying her best to think of nothing but a dark sky filled with distant, twinkling stars, but even that took her mind back to the nights they’d spend wandering around their neighbourhood, talking about their hopes and dreams, where they’d live once they got married, how many cats and dogs it was acceptable to have. It seemed like the natural course for them, but not everything can work out the way people want it to.

She didn’t know whether it was the buzz of her phone on the bed behind her, or Gus’s gentle panting as he pushed through the door which awoke her from her semi-trance, but she took the opportunity to stand up and shake the stiffness out of her body. It was a natural impulse to bring her hands to her eyes to wipe away her tears, but she was pleasantly surprised to not find any there today. Maybe things were getting better after all.

She and Gus both slid onto her bed, the dog circling three times before plopping himself down in the crook of Lemon’s elbow, which she rewarded with a firm scratch under his chin. Picking up her phone, it buzzed again in her hand with messages from Rita.

Dr Rita <3 [14:02] shared a link

Dr Rita <3 [14:05] Bonjour! How are you today, mon citron? I had a nap after work and I am now ready for the gym :-O Last night a colleague told me about this dance school where his daughters go, a teacher is pregnant and will need someone to cover the classes when she is off. I thought of you :-) I hope you slept better than a baby! X

Dr Rita <3 [14:06] Also I found a bruise on my ass yesterday, I was in pain every time I was sitting down, thank you very much…

Lemon had always believed in fate to some degree, and upon seeing the link Rita had sent, she had no doubt that destiny had been on her side during the events of the last few days. She stared at the familiar tan bricks of her old dance school, the smiling face of her old principal teacher finally giving her the push she needed to get back in the saddle. She threw on a pair of jeans and a woolen cardigan, replying to Rita with one hand as she pulled on her ankle boots with the other.

[14:10] Merci merci, I’ll check it out!! Have fun at the gym, you crazy pomme! How was sexy kidney lady?

[14:11] And de rien 😘 my mum saw the one on my neck today, she thinks I’m being bullied 😞

Jumping down the stairs two at a time and shouting a quick goodbye to her mum - closing the door before she could hear the inevitable embarrassing reply - she walked as quickly as her legs could possibly take her to the dance school, a path she had already walked hundreds of times throughout her childhood. Even if they said no, she would sign up to classes or find some auditions, how could this not be a sign from the universe to start dancing again? As she reached the heavy iron door, she checked her phone one last time.

Dr Rita <3 [14:14] Courage, ma belle! They would be idiots to not want you! Well, she made me my favourite tea and told me she liked my lipstick, so I think we are married now?

Dr Rita <3 [14:16] And I am so sorry! :-( Do you have arnica cream? I hope your mother knows it was at your request? ;-)

She had really lucked out with Rita, she needed a good friend like her in her corner right now. And as she stepped inside, navigating the bright corridors to the principal’s office, she was really glad she’d downloaded Tinder.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #mermelada #lemon #priyanka #rita baga #kyne #kiara #juice boxx #submission #lmid #can1

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r6s-imagines · 4 years

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44 with Maverick please?

for sure! i’ve recently purchased maverick and hoo boy his voice is something else.

side note: i wanted this to work so bad, i dug my heels into the mud and powered through every block i faced!! i also got kinda carried away so it’s pretty lengthy

maverick x reader >> is she pretty?

•••

MASTERLIST

requested: yes!!!!

warnings: cursing, a lil sadness

prompts:

#44: “if i could marry anyone, i’d still choose you.”

the prompt list can be found here

•••

summary: with all of the time erik spends on his work, your mind begins to believe that he’s found other partners besides yourself.

•••

erik wasn’t hard to love, despite the doubts of others.

erik’s always been closed off, careful to keep his emotions at bay and substitute the suppression with the examination. it was a miracle you stuck around after the first date, he’d say. it was always your job to speak and his job to analyze every word. you’ve only admitted it once or twice, but you found your thighs tightening just watching his piercing gaze. he trusted nobody as much as you, cutting his hair, choosing his outfits or providing advice to improve suri. you saw his scars, his tears, and his laughs, and you loved every inch of his being. while erik rarely verbally expressed his affection, the thought was never neglected. when there’s time, he’ll climb into the bed late at night and wrap his arms around your waist, sighing into your ear. if you asked, he’d talk for hours about this and that from kabul, how you needed to try this food or learn this phrase in dari.

if erik wasn’t tinkering away with suri at your shared apartment, he was at the operative’s base, fighting for what’s right and ensuring the safety of his teammates. it just so happened that his most recent departure was to last half a year, sans electronics or any form of communication to protect against interference.

no calls, texts. you would have forgotten his face if it weren’t for the photos from the years. your mother would always tell you it was about time to marry that man, but you wanted to wait. if thorn was going to call you his, he’d wait on his own time. your mother would heckle him on the limited days he’d spend with his second parents, “discreetly” bringing up your ring size or inquire about the best man, if he had to choose. he’d merely exhale with a polite smile, picking at the food. you silently agreed with his wordless response. neither of you needed a certificate to prove your bond, while it may have been a sweet gesture if provided at any time.

erik kept his eyes on a photo of you whenever he could. it was always tucked into a pocket for quick access. during a close situation, he’d wring his hands, feeling over the tattoo of your initials on his ring finger through his gloves.

if only he could tell you he did such.

as one month turned to two and two turned to three, you began to pace anxiously, wondering how your lover was from a world away. you went through his office, perusing through the operator files and transcripts of his data, just to read his psychological profile and smile at the accuracy. you went through his rewards and souvenirs of his time in kabul, locating a spare outfit of the one he wore to missions. some days you’d wear his coat in public, and others you’d shrivel up into a fetal position under it and weep into the sleeve. your heart ached more than anything to rekindle the scents of him in your living space. you were empty, half of a person.

could he be... you perished the thought. don’t even think about it, he’s the smartest man you know! he wouldn’t put his life on the line like that! even in your nightmares, you’d watch him on the battlefield, a fallen soldier with his eyes open for the last time. you told yourself you’d love him despite any flaws, but the idea of him learning to reuse a lost limb haunted your deepest conscience. you just hoped that, more than anything, he’d be the same erik thorn that you met on that fateful day.

as you’re going through the files for what feels like the thousandth time, you finally notice a note previously missed.

“synergies: iq’s r.e.d. works exceptionally well with maverick, and it’s a blessing that the two of them are so compatible.“

“i’ve never heard of an iq,” you said, scrunching your nose. your eyes trailed down to the bottom of the page.

“additional operator’s notes:

‘he’s unlike anything i’ve seen. it’s no mystery he carries himself well; he deserves the spotlight for his extraordinary performance.’

—monika ‘iq’ weiss”

monika? you’ve never heard of her. your heart plummeted, assuming the worst. if you’ve never heard the name from his lips, and they seem to be so close, there was really only one conclusion: he was hiding her from you. but erik wouldn’t do that, right?

...right?

the next few days left you torn. the only person that seemed to want you was your bed, and you could no longer even look into his area of the room without feeling like you were intruding on this mystery woman’s side.

three months turned to four and four turned to five and a half. the idea of counting the days left on your fingers was thrilling, and you couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. the arms that another girl’s been in, your conscience spat at you. you shake your head, hard enough to remove any bad thoughts. it clawing never ceased, though, and you wanted to just cry from seeing his face. you never wanted to bring it up in fear of ruining what the two of you have been building for several years. if you pretended enough, it wouldn’t become a problem.

the day finally came.

you weren’t necessarily a trophy wife, but you prided in being able to make a full, home-cooked meal. just as you’re garnishing a pasta dish, you heard keys jingle into the lock. your knees nearly gave in but you pushed on, wiping your hands on your jeans and turning towards the entrance with a sincere smile.

his back faced you first, locking the door behind him. your heart jumped at the surreal experience, watching his tired movements complete actions he’d done for years prior. he slowly spun, eyes meeting you own. his glance was empty, more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him. his hair had grown out to his shoulders and his beard was begging for a razor. had you not known that his hair was past due before he left, you’d say he looked just like the time back in kabul, disheveled. you took slow strides, taking in every detail of his face before wrapping your arms around his middle. he placed his around your neck and held you close, breathing heavily to stop any tears. it was quiet, no words needed to be exchanged.

“i missed you,” he said lowly, voice cracking slightly. you smiled, blinking a tear from your lashes.

“i missed you too.”

it took a full minute to separate and you took off his jacket, leading him with a hand to the dining room.

“i can’t remember the last time i ate food that wasn’t packaged,” he observed, grabbing a fork and looking up. “you’re off.”

“off? how do you mean?” you swallowed. erik’s profile literally states how well he is at reading people. no amount of acting could stop his analytical gaze from staring straight into your soul. “i’m alright.”

“i’ve known you for nine years, i know when you’re lying to me.” you sighed, downing your wine.

“monika?” you mumbled to see if he would pick it up.

“what about her?” so he acknowledges it.

“who’s that?”

“coworker,” he elaborated. “why’d you ask?”

“you like her at all?”

his brows furrowed and he leaned back, tilting his head.

“yes, i’d say so. she gets the job done and she knows what she’s doing.”

“and?”

“that’s the end of it,” he took a bite.

“is she pretty?”

“what is this about?” erik placed his hands on the table, not loud enough to be called a slam, but it got the message across. you shrunk in your seat, feeling embarrassed just bringing it up. “did you go through my copy of my profile?” you nodded slowly. he stood up straighter than before.

“y/n. we’re coworkers,” he emphasized, face still. “did you really think that—“

“i dont know what i thought! i’ve never heard you talk about her and it’s been a long time—“

“six months is nothing compared to the years i’ve spent with you,” erik arose. “she happens to have a gadget that works well with my own. we need to communicate to get anything done.” you placed your head in your hands, flushed. just when you thought he was done, he continued to speak.

“i love you too much to even think of it. every minute i spent on mission, i had you in my head. i came real close to the end at one point. do you know what i said? ‘what is y/n going to say?’ i wouldn’t leave you, ever. you’re the reason i’m still standing, so if you think you’re worth any less than you are, then for the first time in ages, you’re wrong. never underestimate yourself,” as he spoke, he moved closer, embracing you once more. his scruffy chin rested on top of your head, jaw bouncing as he murmured every word. “i’d live for you, because i couldn’t stand to part from your side. i swear, those six months felt like hell and seeing you here isn’t real. i really didn’t think i had separation anxiety since that first date. you closed that door behind you and i felt so alone, i never knew how isolated i was from happiness.”

he parted, reaching to his hung jacket and fishing into the pocket. his large hand concealed the item, but you already began to cry at the thought.

“and i want this to remind you,” he got onto one knee, fumbling with the box before opening it. “if i could marry anyone, i’d still choose you.”

he didn’t even have to pop the question, you were already nodding and wiping your cheeks from the spilling emotions. he took the ring from the box, placing it on your finger.

“i planned for a different scenario,” erik admitted. “but any moment is perfect with you.”

“that’s so cheesy,” you said, smiling goofily. “i would’ve said yes any day.” you leaned into a kiss, sharing a moment of happiness for half a minute or so. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” erik replied. “please don’t forget that.”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s maverick #maverick x reader #maverick imagine #maverick #siege imagine #r6s imagine #r6s x reader #plague writes

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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More-- Chapter 3 (c.h)

Summary: Single dad Calum doesn’t want to leave his son, Kai, while he goes on tour. A nanny accompanies them and Kai isn’t the only one who falls in love with her.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smut smut smut ahead, only read if 18+

Chapter One || Chapter Two

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Calum played phenomenally but he was only half present during the whole show. His fingers played the correct notes and chords, he interacted with the boys and the crowd but his mind was on Holly and Kai. He hadn’t heard anything from her so no news is good news, right?

Finally, when they played the last song he was the first to run off the stage and find his phone. Holly sent him text updates that ended at 10:30 when she said Kai’s fever was gone. He explained to the guys he had to leave and they understood so they let him go.

When Calum arrived in the hotel room, Little Bear was playing on the tv screen and he found Holly and Kai fast asleep on her bed. He was wrapped in his blanket with his thumb in his mouth snuggled into her chest. Calum toed off his shoes and picked Kai up so he can sleep in his crib.

Holly shifts in her sleep then she wakes up to see Calum.

“Oh man, did I fall asleep?” she asks groggily.

“You both did,” he smiles. “Go back to bed, I’ve got him if he wakes up.”

“Kay,” she says thickly.

To Calum’s complete surprise, her arms twisted behind her back and she pulled her bra off through the sleeves of her large sweatshirt. Then she slides off her leggings and slips on some pajama shorts and crawls underneath the covers.

Calum blinks quickly trying to process what he’d just witnessed. She undressed right in front of him. Kai made a noise pulling Calum’s gaze from Holly’s figure under the covers and turned to check his son. He was still sound asleep so Calum changed out of his clothes and put on some joggers and left his shirt off.

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It’s been a few weeks since Kai’s fever and when Calum witnessed Holly unintentionally undressing in front of him. He’s been trying to push his feelings down and away, he can’t have feelings for his son’s nanny. That’s just not right and would be mixing business with pleasure but when he sees her smile and laugh with Kai, his morals are thrown completely to the wind.

“Okay man,” Michael sighs while they’re out exploring Italy. He wraps his arm around his best friend’s shoulders. “It’s been a few months now since Holly’s been with us and you haven’t asked her out yet.”

“I changed my mind,” Calum mumbles placing his aviators on his face.

“How can you change your mind? You’ve been pining over her for weeks.”

“It just wouldn’t be a good idea, Mikey,” Calum sighs watching Kai and Holly walking in front of them. Kai has on a small black hat and it makes him look like a little gentleman as he points to different sights in her arms.

“Why not?”

“What if it doesn’t end well? She’s a great nanny to Kai and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“But if it does end well then she could be Kai’s mum for real. I know Jane hurt you bad and your stance on love is just one big ‘fuck it all’ but,” Mikey shakes his head. “I don’t know. You’ve changed since she came into your life.”

Calum, Holly, Michael and Kai ended up getting gelato in a small gelato shop. Kai was sitting in Calum’s lap as he licked off of Calum’s cone and he had strawberry gelato smeared all over his face. Holly thought it was the cutest thing and took out her phone to take photos and videos.

“You’re such a funny little bean,” Holly laughs wiping the frozen treat from Kai’s face.

“Hey Holly, you like The Struts, right?” Michael asks nonchalantly.

“Yeah, they’re a great band,” she nods going to lick her gelato.

“We got free tickets to go to their concert tonight but Crystal and Sierra are flying in and they want to double with me and Luke. Would you want to take the tickets, you and Calum?”

“Ashton doesn’t want to go?” Holly asks and Calum is giving a hard look at Michael knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“He said he wanted to watch superhero movies with Kai tonight,” Michael laughs looking at Kai who had gelato on his face again. “Come on, at least two of us should go, I’ll feel bad if none of us go.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” Holly smiles. “I haven’t been to a concert in ages.”

“Not like you’re touring with a band or anything,” Calum snorts taking a lick from his cone. His eyes playful as he looks at Holly.

“I’m watching a little human during said band’s concerts,” she retorts with a smirk and Calum smiles.

“All right, Kai-guy,” Calum says, “I think you’re finished with Daddy’s gelato.” He bounces Kai on his knee.

For the rest of the time there Michael gave himself a pat on the back for setting Calum and Holly up on this date. He can’t wait to tell Crystal about it, she’ll be pleased and will maybe even reward him for his job well done.

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Calum went to Ashton’s room with Kai while Holly was getting ready for the concert. She told him she’d be ready by the time he got back, and Calum’s been around Crystal and Sierra long enough to know that girls don’t typically get ready in fifteen minutes or less.

“Kai-Kai!” Ashton greets Kai with a big smile on his face. He lifts him in his arms when Calum sets him on the floor and tickles his tummy. “You excited for the big date tonight?”

“It’s not a date, Ash,” Calum rolls his eyes setting Kai’s diaper bag on the floor, and places his blanket on the bed.

“You’re going to a concert and dinner, without Kai and none of us. It’s a date, man.”

“If it’s a date then Michael’s the one who planned it. I’ve got his bottle in the bag and some cheerios. His bedtime has been at 8:30ish lately, make sure to change him before then,” Calum tells him.

“Cal, I know what to do with my nephew. He’s in good hands.”

“Thanks. Okay, buddy, Daddy’s got to go now. C’mere and give me a hug.” Calum gives Kai a hug and a kiss on his cheek before handing him back to Ashton.

“Hey Cal,” Ashton calls stopping Calum halfway out the door. “If the date goes well and you and Holly want your room to yourself, I’ve got Kai duty all night.” He casts a wink and Calum just shakes his head before closing the door.

Calum can’t help the thoughts Ashton so generously put into his head of spending the night with Holly. Granted he spent every night with Holly but in different beds and on separate sides of the room, but still. He knocked once on his and Holly’s hotel door before sliding the key card in.

When he opened the door she was standing before him wearing a denim blue button up shirt tucked into white jean shorts. He was met with her perfume and he groaned at the sight of her, this was going to be a long night.

“Wow, you are ready,” he grins.

“Told you I would be,” she smiles stepping out in the hallway next to him, closing the door behind her. “It’s one of my many talents of getting ready in record time.”

“You’ve got other talents?” he quirked an eyebrow looking down at her. “Like what?”

“All in due time, my friend,” she smirks and Calum hears the flirtation in her voice.

The concert is a blast and Holly danced along to every song, even if she didn’t know the lyrics. Calum was impressed with how well she drank her alcohol and loved seeing her have a great time.

“Oh, this is such a good song!” she exclaims when Somebody New begins to play.

“This is for all of you have been heartbroken in the past, if you’ve got someone in your life right now, don’t let them go.”

Calum’s gaze is locked on Holly as he listens to the singer’s words. Holly’s singing along and swaying to the melody with her eyes closed and Calum’s made up his mind. Yes, he’s been hurt in the past, love can be cruel but Holly is anything but. With her eyes closed she looks so tempting just living in the moment.

Calum grabs hold of her hip spinning her to face him, and before she can open her eyes he plants his lips on hers, his palm bracing her lower back. He releases her lips a moment after and looks down at her, waiting for a reaction.

Her mouth is open in surprise and then she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him again, making sure she kept her drink held up in the air so she wouldn’t spill it. Calum kisses her back eagerly, his arms pulling her close as their lips mold together, he feels her smile against his lips and he uses that opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth.

They only stop kissing when the song ends and the crowd around them explodes in applause. Their eyes meet with big smiles on their faces, he strokes her cheek and runs his thumb over her bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to do that for some time,” he admits.

“I’ve been wanting you to do that for some time,” she smiles and Calum feels a warm glow in his stomach at her words.

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They share a few more short kisses throughout the night and when they arrive at the hotel at almost one o’clock, she turns to face him when he opens their hotel door for her.

“Are you going to go get Kai?” she asks biting her lip and it makes him want to kiss her again.

“Ash said he’s glad to have him spend the night,” he answers shutting the door with a snap. He watches her kick off her shoes and plop her purse on the table.

“That’s nice of him,” she says pursing her lips.

“Mhm,” he steps closer to her, his gaze never straying from her eyes and her lips. “He’s a swell guy.”

They’re standing extremely close, his breath blows on her face and she lets out a shaky sigh. The alcohol wasn’t as potent and she was nervous being this close to him but something in her made her reach her hand out and skim her fingers over his tattoos that are showing from under his black t-shirt.

“You’re swole,” she bites her lip and he chuckles.

“How’re you so cute?” he holds onto her waist and she shrugs slipping her finger under cuff of his sleeve.

When he can’t stand it anymore, he leans down and presses his lips to hers. She runs her hand up his bicep until she places it on his cheek then threads her fingers through his dark curls. He pulled her closer until their chests are pressed together. Holly stretches up on her toes resulting in Calum’s hands sliding down the curve of her ass and he doesn’t hesitate in squeezing it through her shorts.

A slight moan escapes her and he backs up until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He sits down pulling her onto his lap and his left hand cups her cheek, his tongue swirling around hers. He lowers his hand down her chest and his fingers unbutton her shirt slowly. He untucks it from her shorts then his palms hold onto her stomach, his rings cool against her hot skin.

He drags his lips over her jaw and she lifts her head giving him more access as he sucks on her neck and skims his lips over the swell of her breasts. He opens his eyes for the first time and sighs at the sight before him. She’s wearing a pretty purple bra—now his favorite color—and her chest is heaving rapidly as she slips her arms out of the sleeves, tossing it beside her on the floor.

“I’m sorry, they're not that big,” she mutters and Calum tears his gaze from her chest to her eyes.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, darlin’,” he shakes his head while she plays with the curls by his ears. “You’re perfect.”

His hands undo the clasp of her bra, the straps falling effortlessly down her shoulders, and when he tosses the fabric across the room he stands up with her in his arms and turns around so he can toss her on the bed. She squeals at the movement sliding her feet up so her knees are in the air.

“If my shirt’s off, yours needs to be, too,” she breathes.

He grins tugging his shirt up from his neck throwing it behind him before crawling up her body, his knee finding homage between her legs. She smiles at him before they kissed heatedly and her hands roam over his sides and all up on his back. He shivers at her touch and lets out a groan when her nails scratch down his back.

He leaves a trail of hot kisses down her chest, making a pit stop at her breast to kiss her nipple, flicking his tongue and grazing his teeth over her nipple; her fingers pull on his hair as she moans at the sensation.

“Hmm, you like when I bite?” he exhales glancing up at her and she nods, her eyes full of desire. Full of desire for him and he moves to her other breast giving it the same type of treatment, they’re so soft and plush in his mouth, but he wants to explore the rest of her body. He continues his journey down her torso and sucks on her stomach.

“That tickles!” she squeaks sucking in her stomach and they both laugh.

“Sorry,” he chuckles kneeling in front of her. He unsnaps the button on her shorts, pulling the zipper down slowly and pulls them off her body even slower. He wants to relish this moment and tease her along the way as well.

He jerks her towards him by her hips and her hair fans out behind her as she opens herself up to him, her breathing is ragged and Calum’s stomach is a ball of excitement. His pants become too tight so he stands up and disposes of them quickly so he’s just in his boxers.

He takes his place back in between her legs, looking up at her while he kisses down the inside of her thighs, he teases her by pressing a soft kiss above her core as he kisses her other thigh. She lets out a noise of impatience.

“Do you like when I tease you?” he asks nipping at her skin, his finger rubbing her stomach.

“No. I don't like—“

Before she can finish her sentence Calum dives in by sticking his tongue right inside of her, his mouth taking her lips in his. His eyes stay on hers as she gasps at the abruptness of his actions, her back arching immediately and her fingers fist the comforter beneath her. Calum smirks and licks at her center rapidly, darting his tongue in and out.

He removes his right hand from her hip, and does a long swipe of his tongue up her pussy before sliding his finger inside her, curling it when he’s knuckle deep. She gasps and moans, her right hand snatching up his left hand holding it tightly as he pleasures her. Her leg falls down on the bed giving Calum more access and he pumps and curls his finger faster, using his tongue to wiggle on her clit and she’s moaning and writhing under his mouth.

He watches her as her eyes closed, her back arching with a loud moan bursts from her mouth as her body tenses as she orgasms, her mouth open in a perfect little ‘o.’ Calum pulls his finger out slowly and kitten licks her core before sliding back on the bed to hover above her, his boxer covered hard on brushes against where she’s sensitive and her body rolls into him instinctually.

“How was that?” he asks pulling on her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Fucking wonderful,” she sighs dragging his hand back to her mouth. Keeping her eyes on him she takes his middle finger that he used on her and slides it into her mouth.

He stares in amazement as she sucks her taste off his finger, her tongue swirling up and down the length of his finger and he can only imagine what that would feel like around his dick. She moans around his finger and brings her other hand down to his boxers and grabs him. She rubs his dick through the fabric and with her sucking on his thumb and now her hand is slipping into his boxers stroking him gently he could come right there.

He yanked his finger from her mouth so he can crush his lips to hers and she continues to pump him slowly, her thumb making circles over his tip and he rotates his hips with her motion.

“Can I pleasure you now?” she murmurs against his lips.

He blows out a big breath and yanked his boxers down and off his legs, he falls back onto the bed and she kneels next to him. He places his hand on her back, rubbing it up and down as he watches her flip her hair behind her shoulder. She swipes her finger up his shaft, circling her finger around his tip.

“Now who’s teasing?” he grunts pinching her waist.

She flashes him an adorable yet sexy smile leaning up to give him a quick kiss. “That’s my specialty, babe,” she says and flips her hair behind her one more time before pressing a kiss to his head.

Calum bites his lip when her mouth opens around his dick, then her tongue swirls numerous times around his head before she licks from his base to the tip. She does that three more times and spits on his head, he feels it slide down his shaft before she hollows out her mouth and takes him in her mouth.

“Oh,” he breathes at the sensation of her mouth taking him in. He watches her curve her body as she continues to suck him off, her nose tapping his stomach as she moves up and down and then her hand joins her mouth. She spits some more so he’s slick with her spit, and when she moves up so does her hand and she does that movement faster then slow and fast again.

She removes her mouth for a moment but only to spit on his balls, then she takes him in her mouth again and uses her fingers to fondle his balls.

“Shit,” he hisses bucking his hips up in her mouth. He’s never had a girl gives him a blowjob like this before, this was sensational and he loved watching her do it. The faster she worked her mouth, she raised up on her knees and he could see her breasts move with her motions.

The sight alone would make him come in moments, and on any other given day he would have her keep doing what she was doing because it felt so damn good, but he needed to feel her, he needed to be inside her.

He twisted her hair in his fist and pulled her away from him, her mouth coming off his dick with a pop. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen and she looked so pretty.

“You’re amazing, babe, but I wouldn’t last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” she pants.

“I want to make you come again,” he grins flipping her over onto her back. She adjusts herself so her head is on the pillows and he reaches across the bed to rifle through his wallet trying to find a condom. “Dammit!”

“If you can’t find one,” she says turning his face to hers, his lips plump and so inviting. “I’m on the pill, have been for years.”

His eyes flash at her statement and he tosses his wallet against the wall, making a loud smack. Holly giggles and opens her legs wide for him, he settles in between her, rubbing up and down her entrance. He sticks his tip in and slowly enters her inch by inch until he finally bottoms out and when he does her mouth opens up in pleasure, her nails digging into his biceps.

They both sigh when they’re finally connected and he rocks his hips slowly, his hands on either side of her head so he can use them as leverage. He finds a perfect rhythm because she’s moaning with each thrust he does and he relishes in the feeling of her clenching her walls around him.

“Faster,” she whispers and Calum complies.

He slides his knees wide so he can fuck her faster and harder, their skin slapping against each other, his balls smacking against her. Her moans become more consistent and he attaches his mouth to hers.

“Feels so good,” she pants with each thrust and moans are spilling from her lips. “Mm, right there, Cal, yeah, yeah, yeah!” her voice becomes higher and higher and Calum pounds into her harder and harder. Her arm wraps around his neck as she comes for him again and she kisses him.

They’re both panting and then she sucks on his tongue and Calum is nearing his own orgasm and he pumps into her faster and she’s moaning his name loudly, her walls clenching around him again.

“You feel so good,” he groans slipping his arms behind her back and she presses her body to his until they’re flush.

“Come for me, Cal,” she breathes in his ear, her fingers pulling on his hair. He moves faster at her words and she keeps encouraging him. “Mm, yeah, just like that, come for me, baby.”

His thighs clench and he pulls out just before he releases his load onto her stomach, she kisses his neck whispering sweet praises on his skin as he lets go breathlessly. He collapses onto her, their breathing labored, hearts hammering fast and their bodies are sticky with sweat. Calum lifts his head from her shoulder to look at her, her eyes are wild and electric and she smiles at him with that smile of hers and he kisses her sweetly. He doesn’t rush this kiss, he enjoys it.

“That was . . . wow,” she laughs peeling his dark curls from his forehead.

“Double wow,” he agrees. He lets out a big sigh then clambers off her.

“Where are you going?” she demands.

“Getting a towel,” he chortles flicking on the bathroom light.

Holly collapses in a worn out pile of limbs when he returns. She leans up on her elbows reaching for the towel but he surprises her and wipes up his mess. She didn’t realize how much he released and he gave her half a smile.

“Sorry about that,” he murmurs.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, darlin’,” she reiterates his words from before and they both laugh. He tosses the towel in the garbage bin near the dresser and pulls on his boxers, crawling back onto the bed next to her but it’s her turn to slide off the bed.

“Where are you going?” he demands

“Bathroom, it’s a rule of thumb that I always do after sex,” she shrugs but he notices her legs are wobbling slightly. He smiles at that and she closes the bathroom door.

He springs off his bed turning on the bedside light to try and find her a t-shirt of his she can wear and he picks out a black Guns ‘n Roses shirt. Then he pulls open the drawer where she placed her underwear (he accidentally found it while he was looking for his socks) and picked out a cute pair that had little ladybugs on them.

The bathroom door opened and she came out looking radiant, her face has that after-sex glow and it makes Calum happy.

“I uh, thought you’d want clean clothes,” he holds up the shirt and underwear for her.

“Thank you,” she says softly taking them from his hands. She steps into the underwear and pulls the shirt over her head, pulling her blond hair out from the collar.

“Come on,” he takes her hand leading her back to his bed. They crawl under the covers and he flips off the light but he’s not the least bit tired. Holly rolls over resting her head on his chest, his arm wraps around her and he breathes in her hair.

“This is all real, right? This isn’t just a really good dream I’m having?” she asks and Calum can’t help but laugh.

“It’s very real,” he states and tickles her arm.

“So, what do we do now?” she asks slowly.

“Well, we can lay here and talk until we fall asleep. Then in the morning we’ll go get Kai from Ash’s room and the three of us will go get gelato.”

“And act like this didn’t happen?” she asks quietly.

“Of course not! Why would we do that?”

“Because I work for you, I’m your son’s nanny, it’s not ideal and—“

“Holly, let me tell you something,” he interrupts her loudly. “After Jane I thought love was a waste of time, all it caused was heartbreak. I didn’t find a point in trying anymore but then you came into my life, and not just mine, but Kai’s life and it’s like you’re the puzzle piece I didn’t even know I was looking for. I care about you a lot, Holly, and what we just did, I don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

She’s silent for a moment and Calum thinks she’s gone to sleep or thinking about what to say when she sniffles.

“Are you crying?!”

“I’m sorry,” she laughs and sniffles again. “No one’s said anything like that about me before. I feel the same way. I know it’s only been a few months but I’ve got strong feelings for you as well. I’m so comfortable with you, and I love Kai to pieces. I’ve been hurt in the past as well, but I’m glad because it brought me to you.”

Calum reaches for her in the dark and finds her lips with his own. He kisses her tenderly, fingers in her hair and she lays on her back so he can hover over her. With both of their confessions still hanging in the air, the atmosphere changes and the way their bodies are pressed together and with her sucking on his tongue again—he really loved that—their clothes were removed again.

This time, it wasn’t an animalistic need, it was filled with soft touches and a gentle roll of his hips into hers. When she came undone she bit hard into his shoulder to keep from crying out but it didn’t muffle the sound at all. He loved the way she vocalized how he made her feel.

Her moans were music to his ears, and with her palms on his lower back as he thrusted into her, he felt euphoric. Holly’s so different from other women he’s been with, he’s never had sex twice in the same night before but he thinks he’ll be able to do things with Holly he never thought possible before.

When he orgasmed again she kissed his moans as he filled her up. He was so overcome with emotion he forgot to pull out, but he wasn’t worried. If something were to happen, he knew he and Holly would be in it together.

She held his face in her hands and kissed across his forehead, on his eyebrows, his nose and his cheeks before pecking his lips softly.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispers.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he agrees pulling her into his chest. They lay there for a few moments counting each other’s breaths and then she shifts. “Bathroom?” he asks.

“Bathroom,” she sighs slipping off the bed and heading into the bathroom again. “Where’s my shirt and underwear?” she asks fumbling around in the dark.

“Forget about them, just come back to bed,” he replies.

She falls over him, her naked body making his react to her and he groans at the contact.

“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he sighs.

“Sorry,” she giggles and begins to play with his hair.

“This is probably the only time we’ll be without Kai for the next six months, so I should enjoy this. You and all your naked glory.”

“Me? Have you seen you? You’re the glorious one.” Then she yawns loudly.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he hums.

They fall asleep in each other’s arms, and even in the midst of their sleep when they pull and turn away, a hand is either on her hip or holding his shoulder. It’s the best sleep either of them has had in a long while.

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survey by kaybee-x18

What was the highlight of your day? I mean, Flowers for Vases came out earlier on Spotify Philippines and I had no idea, and I waited all morning thinking the release would be in sync with US timezones so I was in for a nice surprise of a whole goddamn tracklist when I casually checked my Spotify at around 11 this morning haha. The album is beautiful and I’m so excited to take it with me on my journey to healing.

Also got paid today, so that’s shweeeeet. As a reward to myself (since I’m doing a bit of OT tonight) I also recently ordered banh mi and Vietnamese iced coffee for delivery and it’s currently on its way to me :) All in all, pretty solid day!

Do you know anyone who is anorexic? Not that I am aware of, but it’s possible that I do.

Are you dating the person you texted last? No. That would be the delivery rider who’s bringing my sandwich to me, and that is just creepy to think about.

Who has hurt you the most this year? I don’t let Gabie hurt me anymore, directly or indirectly. Everybody else has been gentle with me so far in 2021, which I appreciate.

What's the last insult someone said to you? Ugh it’ll stress me out to think about it again, but last week my mom was asking for some money and I advised her that I might not be able to just for the meantime; she immediately got all condescending, asking me how much I make in a month and what I spend it on. I thought it very rude and tactless, and it ruined the rest of my evening. I know she knows she has a tendency to be tactless, so I don’t know why she never does anything to change that behavior.

Trigger warning on a few questions belowwwww.

Was it a boy or a girl to text you last? It was a boy. Man is more proper actually, but whatever.

Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? Dude, it’s a Friday night and I’m on the rooftop on a chilly night, I’ve laid out a mat with some pillows and a blanket and I’m surrounded by my banh mi and iced coffee while Hayley’s new songs are playing faintly in the background. I’m right where I want to be.

Have you ever given up on someone for good? Yes, and I had no idea how incredibly liberating it would feel :)

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? I think it was my mom, since she briefly knocked on my door to say goodnight shortly before I passed out.

How much did your car cost? I’m not sure exactly how much, but it’s definitely in the six-figure range. It’s a hatchback and secondhand so there’s no way it’d be worth a million bucks.

Will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend in 6 months? No; I’ve ended up really liking being by myself. It’ll be a while before I open myself up to love again, if I ever do.

Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? One of our brand clients recently recruited a new guy to be a part of their team, so as we got acquainted I also got access to his contact details.

When was the last time you hugged someone? It was when Andi was leaving my car as we parted ways a few weeks ago.

What is the last picture you received on your phone of? Pretty sure it was work-related since my teammates share photos through Viber all the time. I can’t be bothered to check, though.

Are you better at remembering names or faces? Can easily spot familiar faces from a mile away, but I’m quite terrible at remembering names.

Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? See: the entirety of my relationship that ultimately failed. I cherished and took care of that relationship as much as I could, but the effort I got was never the same and I ended up being hurt, too. It’s going to take a while before I gain my trust and confidence back when it comes to these things.

Have you ever let someone go because you thought they deserved better? This was Gab’s perspective and reasoning, not mine. I’m starting to believe it’s all bullshit though; that it’s an excuse she used so that I could feel better about myself. At this pont in time, I’m pretty sure she just wanted to be free from this “burden” of a relationship that she increasingly found “exhausting.”

Who did you last share a taxi with? God I have not been in one of those in a long time. My last ride in an actual taxi was with my family; but in the last ride-hailing service I took (like Uber), I was by myself since I was headed to school that day.

Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now? No, no reason to feel that way towards anyone at the moment.

What do you hear right now? I can hear the faint engine of a motorcycle. I can also hear a couple of dogs barking.

Do you remember the first time you met the last person you kissed? Yes.

Do you like polka-dotted things? Not always, but sure. Sometimes the look can be tacky, but there are times that it looks cute.

Do you do anything to help the environment? In my own little ways, like dividing all my notebook pages into two columns to save up on paper; reusing paper and plastic bags, turn off my car engine when I have to idle somewhere, etc.

What do you think of people who complain about Valentine's Day? I don’t care lmao, it’s not my problem.

Have you ever had to get stitches? No.

When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong? Trigger warning: Self-harm. Last week when I grabbed a key in my room and did stuff to my wrist with it. A few months’ progress down the drain.

What was the last thing you wore that was black? The shirt I am currently wearing is black.

Is your tongue pierced? Nope.

Do you think that you have a pretty smile? Yes, I like the way I smile.

What month were you born in? April.

When's the last time you cried over a guy? Wow lmao, literally no idea. The only instance coming to mind is whenever I miss either my grandpa or Nacho, but I can’t pinpoint the last time I found myself in tears over either.

Are you keeping a secret that would shock people if they found out? I think so.

What pissed you off yesterday? The internet has been going on and off for the last few days.

The person you like at the moment finds someone new, what is your reaction? I don’t know if I like anyone at the moment, at least not anymore. But I think I would still get affected if the word ever gets to me that my ex is seeing someone new, should it happen in the near future. That’s why I’m one step ahead and just stopped talking to her and have muted her on all social media.

Are you scared to lose the person you fell the hardest for? I already did. I was definitely scared and devastated at first, and I was for a while. Once I came to terms with the fact that nothing was my fault and that it isn’t my loss, it became much easier to get over it.

Has anyone seen you in your underwear this month? Nah.

Is your life falling apart or coming together? Coming together.

Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? When it comes down to it, and considering my stupidity when it comes to love, yes.

Do you know anyone in the army? Yes but just vaguely. Angela’s uncle is a high-ranking...army person. Army official?? Idk how to refer to them but yeah he’s like a general or colonel or something like that.

Do you have any friends that actually model? I wouldn’t count any of them as friends but yeah, I went to high school and/or college with people who have since become influencers and have endorsement deals and stuff. Cheenie is probably the most notable one.

If you could go back in time and change something, would you? Probably.

Do you care about the last person you kissed? Again, when it comes down to it, yes.

Do they care about you? I have no idea but I don’t dwell on it anymore.

Are you for or against gay marriage? Of course I’m for.

Ever kissed someone whose name started with A, B, C, & D? No to all of these.

Is there someone you wish you were with right now? Mmm I don’t think so. I like spending this evening by myself.

Do you still talk to the person you liked 3 months ago? Nope. I don’t have a reason to.

When do you want to get married? I’d love to get married in my late 20s, but I don’t know if that’s still a possibility.

Do you know anyone who’s committed suicide? Yes.

Have you ever imagined how it would feel kissing a certain someone? I think about this with certain people sometimes, but most of the time they are annoying, unwelcome, invasive thoughts that I try to shake off immediately.

Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed died? What’s with some of these questions lmao??? Yeah absolutely.

Is there anyone who doesn't like you? If there is, I don’t know anything about it and I doubt that I would care,

When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? Yesterday when a client was being extra annoying.

What was the last thing you cried about? I stumbled upon an emotional scene from Grey’s Anatomy on Facebook this morning, and I let myself go while watching it haha. It was a great snippet.

Do you have nice eyes? I’m not particularly known for my eyes, like they’re nothing special. I’ve got nothing to complain about them, though.

What are the bad things you've heard people say about you? I’m not sure if I’ve caught anything bad. If I did it most definitely would have stuck and continued to stick with me.

Is there anyone that is jealous of you or anything that you have? Not that I know of.

How many true friends do you have? Right now, I would say two very close friends.

Does anyone disgust you? Sure.

Do you flirt a lot? Never.

Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? I have not, and I’m glad none of them have.

What phrase or saying do you use the most? I’ve said this on a recent survey but I say “Awesome!” a lot, but it’s a habit I picked up from my now-ex.

What mood are you in right now? I’mmmmmmm getting a little sleepy tbh, but I’m trying to keep myself up for a few more hours because it’s a Friday evening.

Have you ever kissed someone that was high? No.

Are you waiting for anything? Not really.

Do you have a good relationship with your mother? It’s civil at best. We don’t get at each other’s throats as often as we used to anymore but I don’t feel the need to improve our relationship, and I’d rather still keep a safe distance from her.

Do you think Jersey people are annoying? I don’t know any of them because I live on the other side of the world, so...

How many exes do you have? One.

Did anyone break up with you in the last 5 days? No. Last five months, sure.

Who was the last person that broke your heart? Cheesy phrase, but Gabie.

Do you love anyone? I love a lot of people.

Do you want to be single or with someone? Not looking for anything at this point in time. I mean I’d really rather be in a relationship when it comes down to it, but I wouldn’t force myself in one for the sake of being in one. If no one fits the mold, then I’d be just as happy being single, and this happens to be where I am right now. I’m okay with that.

What song are you listening to right now? No music.

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because she was leaving and I wanted to say goodbye.

Does your mom think you’re a virgin? Yes.

Is there someone that wants you to give them a second chance? I think my brother, but my mind is set on never saying a word to him again.

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? I don’t hate him; he’s just a particularly difficult client to deal with.

Would you rather get high or have sex right now? Getting high would be a brand new experience, so let’s go with that haha.

Do you know anyone with a star tattoo right by their hip bone? No, I don’t.

Did anyone give you anything last Valentine's Day? Last year, yes. This year, no.

Do you keep condoms in your room? No, I don’t need to.

What do you think about people who party a lot? Like, in 2021?? I would think they are highly insensitive and irresponsible and putting so many of their loved ones at risk.

Have you ever been caught sneaking out of your house? Nopes.

How much time do you spend on AIM a day? I don’t.

Is there a secret you've never told your parents? I hold way more secrets than actual things they know about me.

Ever kissed someone over 30? No.

What size bra do you wear? Baby bra size, whatever the measurement for that is HAHA

Does the person you last kissed still like you? Lmfao no. She hasn’t for a while now.

Are your parents still together? Yes.

Was your first time good or bad? Good.

#survey #surveys

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How to piss off your neighbours (Roger Taylor x Reader Smut)

I can’t really tell you what happened of why but I still had this laying around and I thought today, I’d finish and then share it with you. Roger and Reader are childhood friends but one day, horniness gets the best of them. This is pretty filthy, I guess, so 18+ ONLY, please!

Enjoy!

“Want another one?”, Roger asked, holding up his empty beer bottle while he slowly moved away from you to get up.

“Yeah”, you just answered absentmindedly and you almost didn’t notice his glare but when you did it made you snort. “C’mon, Rog, just get me that beer.” He still didn’t move his feet, only crossing his arms over his chest. “Please, Roggie?” He took it with a nod and went over to the kitchen counter and the fridge as if he’d never made a big deal out of it. You were back into listening to Deaky’s story about how he met Veronica, his ridiculously pretty girlfriend. Roger came back some moments later placing the bottle in your lap before sitting down next to you again, his arm going on the couch’s top behind your shoulders again and you leant back into him slightly.

“How long have they been dating?”, you heard Freddie’s new girlfriend, May or something, ask and it made you snort.

“Why does everyone ask that?”, you got their attention. “You did too, Fred, didn’t you? And Deaks as well!”

“Should tell you something, love”, Freddie said with a grin. “You can’t deny that blondie’s a handsome one.”

“I’d never, but I like to think that I’m the one that made him look that good.” Roger snorted and you turned a little to slap him. “You do remember what that hair looked like before I took you to my hairdresser, don’t you?”

“That was third grade, y/N”, he tried to argue himself out of it with a grin. “I guess I burnt down every photo before that.”

“Everyone you could find”, you teased and chuckled when his eyes went wide for a second.

“You’re joking.”

“Am I?”

“I hope you are! Wouldn’t wanna go back to that story of Ray Miner’s girlfriend. Oh, or the one with the stolen baby-sheep?”

“Fine, we’re even. Just shut up”, you just nodded, crossing your arms over your boobs. In your earlier years you’d lent towards girls much more than these days, after you’d realised how much pleasure and power it gave you to ride a guy - but back in the days you’d gotten into various arguments with that idiot about his kindergarten “girlfriend” and when you’d started to throw hands one time, that little bitch whose face you couldn’t recall anymore had started crying like she hadn’t given you puppy eyes all the time before! It was one of your dumber early moments, especially since you couldn’t blame it on alcohol like the story of the stolen baby-sheep.

“Are we still going out?”, Freddie asked some minutes later and you shrugged.

“Where to?”

“Club or Pub?”, Roger asked as well.

“I’d like to dance”, Mary told Freddie who smiled and leant in to kiss her neck quickly.

“I’d have to get changed for a club”, you rambled, pointing at your legs. You wore knee-high socks and black jean shorts which you considered fine but you’d just thrown on a grey Led Zeppelin shirt before Roger’s band mates had come over so Mary could meet the whole gang. You weren’t even wearing a bra and you weren’t sure if you wanted to put one on just for the drunks in the club you usually went to with the boys.

“Just put on a blouse and you’re good."

“You know I don’t really do blouses”, you told Roger after rolling your eyes at him.

“Yeah, but I do and you never hold back on my stuff”, he argued and you raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll consider your offer”, you explained and he grinned.

“We could do better things if we stayed in.”

“What you got in mind, Roggie?”

“I don’t know, just telling you I may or may not have gone to meet that Antonio guy.”

“I told you you shouldn’t tell me if you do!”, you replied and caught Mary’s glance, knowing that you’d lost her somewhere in the conversation that wasn’t entirely made for her ears either.

“I’d share it with you”, Roger just shrugged it off.

“At what expense?” His eyes were sparkling when his lips curled into a grin and you rolled your eyes again. “I’m way too sober to give you a lap dance. Again”, you added after a heartbeat and shuddered at the blurry memory. You were glad you didn’t even remember what you’d done it for and that the only thing you were certain about was that it had taken Roger quite some time to persuade you to do it in the first place. He’d been your friend since the beginning of kindergarten when his family had moved in next to yours and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. He was the only one that seemed to get you, when you were bursting out in unexplainable anger, when you were struggling with your feelings and your sexuality around the same time you got your first period - which he’d been very serious with, already being the biologist he liked to believe he was becoming these days. You’d been there for each other when you got too drunk the first time, smoking cigarettes and later pot together, the first shag, the first heart break - everything really. And you weren’t blind you knew that Roger had grown into a handsome man but you didn’t really want to go into that deeper, scared that anything sexual happening between the two of you - apart from the occasional drunk cuddles and a few tight dances you barely recalled - would ruin something.

“It’d be on me this time. If you were kind enough to grill the cheese later on.”

“I would, actually but only because I can still smell how horribly you burnt it last time.”

“Good, then that’s plan B if the lads decide to be bores.”

About a month and a half later you thought back to that night and how you’d ended up going to the club, dancing the night away. It had been way past 6 in the morning when you’d returned home, the sky already light blue, birds singing in the still chill summer day. Roger had gone home with two cute blondes, one of them had caught your interest as well but you could tell by now when to step back for Roger to give a girl what she was really looking for. And it wasn’t that you weren’t alright with that, you were just not too pleased to acknowledge that your fingers weren’t precisely able to get to that one spot deep on your inside that made you cum like not much else. Roger had come home to your shared flat in the later afternoon with take out burgers and fries and he’d saved your whole hungover day with it.

You wished it would be as easy to safe your day right now as well but with all the books and papers and notes and the days marked red in your calendar to remind you of your exam dates you knew it wouldn’t be. A miracle would have to happen actually because you could do a lot of things but the maths for your annoying economy class wasn’t one of them. You sighed when you looked at your calculator that was showing you a wrong result again and decided that three hours of unsuccessful studying were better than nothing and that you deserved to reward yourself with a cup of tea. You actually found Roger in the kitchen, his head on one of his books, his fingers scratching his scalp and it made you snort because you could relate so bad.

“I really feel you, buddy”, you said and he sat up with a groan.

“Fuck, y/N, you have no idea how bad it’s this time.”

“Why?”

“Well, last time it was the human reproduction system and I somehow powered through that because it was at least kind of entertaining.”

“There were graphs of vaginas, admit it.”

“Kinda, yeah. But this is a whole other level, I couldn’t even tell you the exact topic if I tried.”

“That’s a pity”, you judged honestly. “Tea?”

“I’d need at least half a bottle of scotch to keep going”, he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll have one”, he added when he found you still looking at him, holding a tea bag up in question. “Thanks.”

“Sure, sweety. My economy calculations seem much easier now, thanks.”

“Anytime, love. Should we get dinner tonight?”

“We always have dinner, Roggie, you can’t cook.”

“I mean, should we order something to keep us motivated right now.”

“I could use some good greek food”, you admitted, your mouth already watering.

“Sounds good to me”, Roger agreed with a smile. “Wanna join me here?”

“I know how your moaning sounds and I’m not quite up for that right now”, you told him bluntly and he snorted.

“I don’t know how you think you know that. Also, I’m lovely when I moan.”

“Of course you are”, you shook your head sarcastically. “See you at seven?”

“Yeah, you’re a mood killer.”

“You love me”, you just told him before you left the kitchen, shaking your head at yourself wildly. How desperate could you be that suddenly Roger’s bad jokes turned you on? Like - you bloody knew them all! And still, this time his words had gone straight to your core, making your body ache for a relieve and you let your head fall back between your shoulders when you went back to your desk instead. At least you hadn’t forgotten your tea and you’d make Roger pay your dinner.

A dinner that you well deserved actually because after what felt like eternities, your results started to be close to the actual solutions until at around 6:30 you got a correct answer, leaving you with a smile.

“I want to celebrate my first correct calculation”, you explained Roger when you stretched up to the kitchen cabinet that was dedicated to alcohol.

“So you’ll forget how you got it right?”, Roger asked with a grin, helping you to reach a leftover bottle of white wine. Someone else must’ve brought and forgotten about it because Roger and you usually went with something more high proof.

“Just as a little distraction”, you mumbled, pouring two glasses while Roger got plates for the delivered food. It smelt delicious and you gave him a genuine smile when you sat next to him on your rectangular, dark-wood kitchen table.

“How’s your nameless topic going?”

“Better, I suppose. It has something to do with the digestion system, I guess.”

“Good start that you can name that now, I suppose”, you told him while you tried the food that was just as good as it looked and smelled. “Thanks for the food, by the way.”

“Sure, hon”, he said and the two of you turned silent while you ate. “Damn”, Roger mumbled just moments after he was done with his plate.

“What?”

“This was great and all but we must smell horrible after all that garlic or whatever they put in there.” You snorted, not really seeing the problem.

“I think it was worth it. Also, we both ate it so we won’t gross each other out.”

“As much as I like that, I was considering to go out later.”

“So you really want to forget you’re dealing with digestion and everything?”, you couldn’t help but ask with a raised eyebrow before you took another sip of your almost-empty glass.

“‘M just bored, if I’m honest. And I mean, I can very well do the job alone but I’d prefer some help.”

“I just ate, Rog, didn’t need to make me want to vomit.”

“Oh, come on, y/N, I think you’re aware that it’s been quite some weeks for me to get laid and an even longer time for you, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Didn’t precisely need that reminder, Roger”, you told him, trying not to sound as pissed about his correct observation as you were. He fell silent when you got up to put the plates in the sink and the takeout boxes in the trash.

“You know”, he got your attention again when you were about to leave the kitchen but stopping in the doorframe to look back at him, a shit eating grin on his lips. “You could always let me know if you needed help. Wouldn’t want my little girl to be too aroused to focus.”

“In your dreams, Taylor”, you replied with a snort and Roger just shrugged, still grinning. You returned to your room, feeling goosebumps on your skin and your thighs were pulsing heatedly. You caught yourself chewing on your lips before you sighed and returned to your desk to go over your notes again, any kind of distraction welcome. However, that really didn’t do the job and you ended up in your bed, trying desperately to relieve your desire. Of course, that didn’t make it less annoying when you didn’t succeed again, your fingers being unable to find the sweet spot on your inside.

“Oh, are you alright?”, Roger asked you, when you joined him in the kitchen the next morning.

“Didn’t sleep well”, you mumbled, reaching for a cup to get a tea as well.

“You don’t look that good”, he said and his concerned tune made you look up instead of coming back at him.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” You started making some breakfast and Roger gave you a thankful smile when you sat a plate of eggs in front of him some minutes later.

“Nice shirt by the way”, he told you when you went back to the counter to get some food on your own plate.

“Thanks.”

“Y/N”, he said and you looked up at him in question. “That’s mine and I’ve been looking for it.”

“And what about it? You didn’t ask me, did you?”

“Because you never took my clothes!”

“Fuck’s sake, Rog, I have no idea where I found it, do you want it back right now?”

“I s’pose you’re not wearing pants and as eager I am to see if I’m right I’ll leave you with my shirt for today.”

“Too kind”, you bitched at him again before you took your plate and just left because you didn’t want to fuck him up further. It really wasn’t his fault that you were unpleased and extremely tired, a migraine already tickling the back of your head. Roger just happened to be the only outlet there was but you didn’t want to drive him insane.

“I’m sorry”, you told him later, sitting on the table in front of him him to get his attention. He looked up from his book and rubbed his eyes as if he wasn’t sure you were really there but then his fingers went to your still naked knee softly.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I would if I knew what was wrong”, you mumbled, tugging the hem of his shirt down a little, suddenly very conscious that you still hadn’t put on pants and that he might’ve been able to see more than you would’ve liked Roger to see. He chuckled when he watched you and you rolled your eyes at him. “My room’s getting all the sun in the mornings, I was too hot”, you explained yourself.

“No doubt you are”, Roger mumbled, his free hand shovelling through his hair. You leaned forward to brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and Roger smiled when your fingers found their way around his jaw. His eyes were sparkling and you had to swallow hard not to jump on him that very second. Memories of your life with him kept creeping into your thoughts and held you back, scared you would ruin something when you gave in to some random desire you knew he could cure. “You considered my offer?”, Roger broke the silence, his fingers still on you knee began to stroke your skin delicately, moving upwards just a few millimetres. It was almost enough to make you jump and you had to swallow before you trusted your voice again.

“What d’you mean?”

“I can basically smell how bad you’re aching to orgasm.” His voice was low and you were willing yourself hard to interrupt him but your brain failed to form coherent thoughts when his fingers moved up a bit further. “And I don’t only happen to be here, I also wanted to do this for quite some time”, he admitted softly.

“How long?”

“I don’t know, since I was sixteen maybe?” He was actually blushing and you giggled.

“Roger Taylor, are you blushing?”

“God, y/N, go easy on me this one time, can you do that? We were talking about some shit and you were wearing this red dress you hated but you’d worn it because it was someones birthday and you only sneaked off with me because it was so boring - and god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something more beautiful.”

“What do you mean?”

“We were running away from my aunt or your uncle or someone and you were a bit out of breath, your face a bit blushed and your hair had come out of your bun. And I realised right there that you were probably the most beautiful girl in the world and I wasn’t proven wrong ever since.”

“Don’t go romantic on me, Taylor”, you tried to joke your way out of it but Roger didn’t fall for it.

“If you don’t feel the same then that’s fine but you’d have to tell me now before I further make a fool out of myself”, he whispered and his eyes revealed how desperate he was for you not to turn him down.

“Rog, are you sure this is right? You’re so important to me, I wouldn’t wanna ruin what we have”, you whispered and he smiled softly.

“Don’t you think we should try at least? And if we see it’s not what we want we can still go back to what we have now.”

“I don’t think it’s that easy”, you replied, shivering when his hand found your hip and he pulled you down into his lap softly. His smell surrounded you when you leant into his chest for a moment and you closed your eyes because it was the smell of home, the most familiar thing in this world for you and it calmed you. “I’ve seen you with girls, Rog. I know that you cheated and lied and got high to forget about all of them”, you told him and his face dropped a little.

“Because they weren’t you. I never lied to you and I know I could never because you deserve something so much better. But I’m selfish and I can’t stop wishing to be with you.”

“You’re quite the charmer, Taylor”, you teased him and Roger sighed deeply.

“I’m sorry I started this. I just genuinely wanted to help you.”

“Why don’t you do that, then? We can still see about the rest.” His eyes went wide and his breath hitched up before he cleared his throat visibly and then smiled, nodding his head yes. You laughed at his eagerness but his lips silenced yours when they found them. You were only taken aback a second before you let the kiss happen and felt Roger’s lips softly dug around your bottom lip. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your fingers in his hair when he deepened the kiss softly and you opened your mouth for him. It felt a little weird and familiar at the same time because you’d run your hands through Roger’s hair countless times before and he’d touched your hips before but it had never been that intense and he made you moan when he pulled you closer and your core got some friction on his dark-blue sweatpants. He moaned when your body was close to his and your hips were on top of the bulge forming under the soft fabric of his pants. You kept moving your hips into his and Roger’s eyes rolled back into his head while you moaned, both enjoying the small friction. Roger’s fingers dug deeper into your skin and you felt his body tense, veins growing more visible on his arms and neck and you couldn’t help but follow them with the tips of your fingers, causing goosebumps on his arms. You could see him clear his throat again and his eyes never left yours while he spoke.

“You wanna stay here or go to my room?”

“I’d have ink from your book on my ass afterwards, I guess”, you told him with a smile and Roger grinned, getting up easily while you wrapped your arms and legs around his body to keep yourself stable. He was on top of you in no time and you sighed when you got comfortable on his bed, his smell even more intense in his sheets. “I like it here”, you whispered and he smiled, moving his lips to your neck and his fingers under his shirt you were still wearing.

“Like having you here, too”, he mumbled and your grip on his hair tightened when he pushed the fabric of the shirt up to kiss your tummy. It wasn’t exactly where you wanted his lips. “Do you mind -?”

“No, it’s not that, Rog”, you tried to reassure him and he rose an eyebrow in question. “Need your lips somewhere else”, you mumbled blushing and he chuckled.

“I’ll take care of you, just be a little patient”, he said, voice muffled by your skin and you felt goosebumps grow on your tummy. He really tested your patience, though, because he took his time to explore your skin with his mouth until you were so riled up, you were basically shoving his face between your legs. Roger chuckled softly while he touched you through the fabric of your panties and you still moaned.

“Need you, Rog”, you told him shivering and he pulled down your underwear as if saying it was all you had to do. “Stop teasing!”, you whimpered when you felt his lips on your upper leg but too far from your heat. He continued kissing up your thigh but his fingers already found your wet entrance and you both moaned.

“Shit, y/N, you’re so-“, Roger was cut off by his own moan and you could tell he was trying to get some friction on his cock when he crawled closer to you. His eyes were on you body while yours fell close when he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. “Want another one?”

“Yes”, you moaned, your back already arching of the back. Your nails dug in his pillow and you threw your head back when his mouth finally found your pussy and he licked it in slow strokes. You grabbed his hair harshly and wrapped a leg around Roger’s shoulder who moaned and started pumping his fingers into you, exactly were you needed them.

“God, right there”, you praised, moaning and shifting under him. Roger laughed into your core, the vibration causing you goosebumps before the tip of his tongue started teasing your clit and you could’ve lost it then and there. His hand that wasn’t buried deep inside of you went up to tease your nipple and your grip on his hair tightened, causing Roger to moan. You were sweating, your breath deep and needy and you could feel your orgasm creep up deep in your body.

“Roggie, I’m gonna -“ But he cut you off when he suddenly let go off you and you let out a little scream of dissatisfaction.

“‘m sorry, love”, Roger mumbled hoarsely while he wiped your wetness off his chin. “But I don’t want to make you come just like that. Can I fuck you, please?” You grabbed his sweatpants in response and pulled them down as far as you could before Roger had to lie next to you so you could strip him off his boxers too. His cock was huge and red and you smiled when you touched its tip to rub it softly, the precum wetting it in preparation. Roger moaned and positioned himself so that you could still get friction on his leg if you wanted to. But you concentrated on him when you bent down to lick long strokes over his length and Roger gripped your head moaning. You softly ran your tongue of his shaft before you took his whole length in your mouth and he whined. “Fuck, y/N fuck! Fuck, love, no one ever took me so well”, he moaned and his voice got higher with every word he said.

“You’re huge, I’m not surprised”, you told him after his cock sprung from your lips, wet and ready.

“And you didn’t even gag”, he whispered before he sat up to grab a condom.

“It’s what you deserved”, you replied before laying down next to him and he knelt between your legs to put on the condom. Roger looked at you for one last confirmation and smiled when his eyes met yours, your sweaty hair sticking to your forehead, one of yours hands teasing your nipple, the other one reaching for him in need. “You’re so beautiful, y/N”, he praised you before he pulled one of your legs on his shoulder and entered you in one swift motion, almost making you see stars already. Roger moaned and started to push in and out of you with a slow rhythm while he softly toyed with your clit.

“Go faster, please, Rog”, you said with your head thrown back, your fingers reaching for his legs in the weak attempt to hold onto something.

“Your wish is my command, princess”, he whispered and when his next thrust hit your g-spot your eyes rolled back.

“God, Rog, fuck”, you mumbled, your back aching with every new thrust and you completely lost track of space and time when he made you moan and swear with every breath you shakily took. “You’re perfect!”, you screamed because you’d never been hit so right.

“Y/N”, Roger just repeatedly moaned, his voice getting deeper the closer he got to his climax. “‘m so close.”

“Me too”, you replied, tears pricking in your eyes. “Make me cum, Roggie, please.” He sucked in a sharp breath before he went even fast, his bedframe starting to hit the wall behind it and that was when you lost it and came, seeing only white and screaming his name.

Roger’s lips and fingertips were soft on your skin and you turned to him dizzily when you finally came down from what must’ve been the best high in your life.

“You alright?”, he asked you in a soft whisper and you nodded tiredly.

“Can I stay?”

“Always, babe. Even though I think we’ll have to move.”

“Why?”

“Our neighbours are going to kill us if that’s going to happen more often.”

“I want them to be pissed everyday”, you whispered and Roger kissed you chuckling.

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