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highfivecalum · 5 years

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Dark In Your Heart {CEO!CH} 9

a/n: okay so i wanted to post this so bad and it’s been very requested so ... here’s part 9 but since i’m posting this today updates are gonna be a lillll bit slow after this but!!! happy reading :)))

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

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“Did you bring a dress?” Calum’s voice had Maddie’s eyes tearing away from the scenery that passed her and to Calum. He was driving a company car, the nicest car Maddie had ever been in, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting against his temple, holding his head up.

The first few buttons on his white shirt unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tattoos, and Maddie had to look away before he caught her staring at him. Honestly, it was hard not to stare at him. He was a sight for sore eyes. Everyone knew that.

“What?” Maddie questioned.

“Did you bring a dress? I told you to bring a dress.”

“Shit,” Maddie cursed. She totally forgot about what he told her as she packed. She was too distracted by the thought of staying in a hotel, although not the same room, with Calum and spending all weekend with him. She wasn’t nervous, per say, she was just a little on edge at the thought of spending so much time with him one on one, not able to do anything about the dying attraction she had for him. “I, uh, I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“‘S fine. I have some errands to run, so I’ll drop you off and you can pick out a dress. A nice one. I’ll give you my card to use.”

“Oh, no, Calum, you don’t have to-”

“Yes I do. I asked you to come, so it’s the least I can do.” Maddie nodded her head at Calum’s words, not bothering to argue further, knowing that no matter how many times she refused his credit card; Calum would make her use it anyway.

Of course, Calum dropped her off at the most expensive store he could and Maddie watched him and the expensive car drive away. He told her he would be back within the hour, so she had plenty of time to shop and find a nice, classy dress.

Maddie looked down at the card in her hands, rolling her lips into her mouth and shaking her head before ripping the door to the store open, instantly feeling out of place in her blue jeans and yellow blouse and boots. Everybody else was in dresses and heels, it was no secret that she didn’t fit in.

“Can I help you with something?” The store clerk greeted Maddie with a smile, no doubt a fake one, and arched her perfect eyebrow. “You look a little lost, dear.”

Maddie wanted to roll her eyes at the condescending tone. “Can you just point me in the direction of the dresses?”

Buy yourself a pair of shoes, too.

Maddie bit her lip at the text from Calum and shoved her phone in her back pocket. God, she weirdly felt like he was her sugar daddy, or boyfriend, or something ridiculous. Definitely not her boss.

Maddie found a perfect dress; white with a plunging v-neck dress, the v-neck and the waistline lined with small crystals that made her skin look amazing. Her already tan complexion looking even darker due to the color of the dress. She checked the price tag, letting out a low whistle at the price.

“Five hundred dollars. Really?” She mumbled under her breath and went on to check the prices on all the other dresses, either the same price or more, and she shook her head. The shoes were just the same. A simple pair of plain black strapping heels two hundred.

“Did you find everything okay?” The same store clerk who was now behind the counter greeted her once again.

“Perfect. Thanks.”

The store clerk eyed the items Maddie put on the counter and raised her eyebrows. Obviously the girl didn’t think that Maddie could afford it, which in reality, without Calum’s card, she wouldn’t have been able to. “Your total comes to seven hundred dollars, even.”

“Ridiculous.” Maddie scoffed, but nonetheless, pulled Calum’s card out and gave it to the girl. The clerk waited, figuring it would decline, and was surprised when it went through without a problem.

Maddie didn’t bother thanking the girl as she took the bags from her and exited the store. Calum pulled up just in time, as if he was waiting for her down the street, and smiled at her once her dress and shoes were secure in the car. “Find something?”

“Yep.” Maddie gave him his card back and huffed. “Seven hundred dollars later.”

Calum stifled a laugh, shrugging carelessly since seven hundred dollars, to him, was nothing.

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“Two rooms for Hood?” Calum said, hiking his bag and Maddie’s up his shoulder. Maddie insisted on carrying her bag herself, but Calum, being the gentleman he is, ignored her protests and carried them both. Maddie followed him with her arms crossed over her chest with a huff of annoyance because he never let her do anything herself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Hood. There seems to have been a problem?” The receptionist furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at him nervously as she chewed on her bottom lip. She knew he was important and she wasn’t sure what happened, but there was a mix up. “We have you booked for two rooms, but they’re adjoining, so there will be a door connecting them.”

Calum looked at Maddie, who was for the first time a lot shorter than him without her heels, and puffed his cheeks out. Calum knew she was fine with going on the trip with him, but he didn’t want to pressure her into anything that made her uncomfortable. “You okay with that?”

Maddie simply shrugged, not having much of a choice. “It’s fine.” And, really, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Sure, they had conjoined, attached, rooms, but it wasn’t like they had to share one. Or share a bed. As long as they kept the door shut and locked, they didn’t see a problem.

“Wonderful,” The receptionist grinned. “For you Mr. Hood,” She handed Calum his key card to the hotel room and he pocketed it with a quick thank you. “And you, Mrs. Hood.” Maddie’s eyes widened as the girl gave her her own key card.

“Oh, I’m- I’m not-”

“Thank you.” Calum cut her off and motioned for her to follow him, quickly walking to the elevator. Maddie tried to suppress her laughter at how uncomfortable Calum looked, but she couldn’t help it, letting out a quiet giggle. Calum turned to her, eyebrow cocked. “What’s so funny?”

“Guess I’m Mrs. Hood for the night.” Maddie shrugged with a cheesy smile that had Calum rolling his eyes, but laughing along with her as she giggled.

The only thing Calum could do was laugh and try not to let her words affect him.

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Calum knocked on Maddie’s hotel door, the one outside and not attached to his own room, and laced his ring clad fingers together as he waited. Calum was dressed in a suit and dress shoes, not much different than when he went to work, and he couldn’t wait to see the dress that Maddie had bought.

When the door swung open, revealing Maddie, Calum’s jaw nearly dropped. His eyes shamelessly took her in; the white dress showing enough skin to be sexy and classy, but not slutty, and her hair and makeup so simple making her effortlessly beautiful.

“Wow.” Calum breathed out.

“What?” Maddie laughed nervously, pushing her hair that was in loose curls behind her shoulders, showing her neck and collarbone off, and the small dainty diamond necklace wrapped around her throat. Calum wanted to wrap his hands around it and mark it with his lips.

“You just- you look amazin’.”

“Thank you.” Maddie blushed and rubbed her red lips together. “You do, too.”

“Shall we?” Calum held his hand out for her to take and she did so gladly, but instead of lacing their fingers together like Calum planned, she linked her arm with his and fell in step with him.

Conveniently, the banquet was held in the ballroom in the hotel they were staying at, so they didn’t have to travel far and they were there in minutes. Calum found their assigned seats, close to the front of the stage where he and other publishers and editors would be giving short speeches.

“What would you like to drink, Maddie?” Calum questioned as he stood up.

“Whatever you’re drinking.” Maddie smiled up at him, genuinely, and he nodded before taking off to the bar, greeting people to and from his way to the bar. Calum was back in a few minutes, sitting down next to her and giving her the glass of champagne the bartender poured for them.

“How many speeches are there?” Maddie asked after the seventh one.

Calum went first, keeping it short and simple, wanting to get it over with, not being a huge fan of public speaking. Maddie admired him as he spoke, so professional and intelligent. Maddie loved that he was passionate about what he did.

“This is the last one.” Calum whispered back and Maddie nodded her head. She didn’t want to continue talking while the woman spoke, not wanting to be disrespectful. Once she was done, everybody clapped, the music started, and conversation was flowing.

A certain slow song played and Calum stood up, once again, holding his hand out for her to take. Maddie looked at it in confusion and Calum cleared his throat. “Dance with me?” Calum asked, sounding so serious as he looked at her fondly, with the most genuine and gorgeous smile on his face.

Maddie swore her heart stopped, but she collected herself and let him pull her up and direct her to the dance floor. Calum held her hips and Maddie hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck. She hadn’t been this close to him since she tied his tie for him and she missed the way he smelled and how his hands felt on her.

Maddie tried to look anywhere but Calum, while he looked at nothing but her. His eyes lingered on her lips for a little bit too long and when she absentmindedly licked them, Calum’s grip on her hips tightened. At the feeling, Maddie whipped her head around, swallowing at the way Calum was looking at her. It wasn’t innocent at all.

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“You ready to go back to our rooms?” Calum asked Maddie once she finished her drink. They were both buzzed, enough to be smiling and laughing and talking nonstop. The room started to clear out and Maddie let a yawn rip through her. It was nearing midnight and they had had a long day.

“Mhm.”

They rode in the elevator in silence, Maddie’s head resting on Calum’s upper arm, letting out a tired and content sigh. Calum smelled so good and he was so warm and comfortable, Maddie couldn’t help but let her head fall against him. Calum didn’t mind, not at all.

“Goodnight, Maddie.” Calum pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she opened her hotel door and waved shyly as she shut the door. Leaning against it, Maddie closed her eyes and sighed, wishing so much that she was in the same room as him, the same bed as him, with him.

After dreaming and wishing of what she knew wouldn’t happen, Maddie pushed herself off of the door and took her jewelry off, undid her shoes, and reached behind her to unzip her dress. With a lot of struggle, Maddie came to the conclusion that it was stuck and she groaned. She didn’t want to sleep in it and didn’t want to take it off without zipping it in fear of ripping the gorgeous and expensive dress.

She only had one option.

Her fist hovered over the door that separated her room from Calum’s and took a deep breath, knocking on it before she could back out. It took a few seconds, but Calum was soon opening the door in nothing but his dress pants and Maddie swore it took everything in her to not climb him like a Goddamn tree.

“Yes, Madeline?” God, she loved when he called her that and she hated when anyone used her full name.

“Um,” Maddie laughed nervously and took a step forward, now in his room and outside of hers and Calum was too aware of it. “My- my zipper is stuck. Could you?” Maddie pointed to it and spun around, biting her lip, she waited for Calum.

“Course.” Calum’s cold hands grazed her skin, due to the back of the dress stopping in the middle of her back, and Calum tugged on the zipper a few times before unzipping it easily. It nearly fell off of her body- it would have if Maddie wasn’t holding the front of it to her chest. Calum’s eyes caught sight of the black, lace thong she had on. “Jesus.”

“I-Is, uh, is something wrong?”

Calum let out a quiet and disappointed laugh. “Only thing wrong is that you’re in front of me, like this, and I can’t have you.”

He couldn’t help himself as his hands traced her shoulders and upper back, smirking at the goosebumps that rose on her skin. He stepped closer, his chest nearly pressed against her back, and moved her hair to one side of her shoulder.

When Calum’s lips pressed against the dip between her neck and shoulder, Maddie let out a shaky breath and let her head fall to the side, giving him access to all of her neck. All she could feel was his lips working against her neck and his hands on her body.

“Calum.”

Her breathy moan had him biting and nipping at her skin and his hands pushing the straps of her dress down, making it fall down her body easily. Maddie stood there in only her underwear, goosebumps on her skin, but not from the cold.

As Calum’s hand trailed down her stomach, to the top of her underwear, Maddie’s own hand reached up behind her to lace her fingers through his hair, jaw dropping once Calum dipped his hand into her panties, his fingers rubbing her clit at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” Calum spoke in a gruff voice. He wanted her permission, he wanted to hear her tell him she wanted it just as much as he did. And he wanted her so badly to tell him not to stop because he wasn’t sure he would be able to. “If you don’t want this to go any further tell me now.”

“Don’t,” Maddie moaned as he teased her entrance. “Don’t stop.”

Once Calum had the okay, the green light, he spun her around and cupped her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as his lips worked feverishly against her own. His hands gripped her butt, lifting her up effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kicked the door shut, slamming her back against it and nearly growled in her mouth at the sound of her moan and the pressure of his pants restricting his hard on.

Calum kissed down her neck and her chest, nipping and sucking on her nipples before dropping to his knees, hiking one of her legs over his shoulder, trailing his mouth down her stomach, down to the top of her underwear, kissing her through them. Without warning, he was ripping them down her legs and throwing them carelessly behind him.

Maddie moaned, almost pornographically, as Calum attached his lips to her clit. She laced her fingers through his hair, throwing her head back against the door, letting her mouth hang open as the moans left her lips. Calum looked up at her through his eyelashes and smirked against her.

Calum could tell she was close with the way she tugged on his hair, how her moans got louder, and how her muscles tensed. And how her head fell forward with her hair covering her face as she moaned. “Oh my- fuck.”

Calum worked her through her orgasm, watching her come undone, and left one last kiss to her clit before pulling away. “Almost forgot how good you taste.” Calum barely let Maddie recover as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder effortlessly.

“Calum!” Maddie squealed and smacked his butt as he carried her to the bed.

Dropping her down on her back, their eyes never left each other’s as he undid his belt and took his pants and boxers off at once. Maddie’s mouth nearly watered at the sight of him bare and hard just for her.

Crawling above her, he kissed up her stomach, her nipples, neck and collarbone, and finally, her lips. Maddie’s hand trailed down his chest, stopping at his length as she wrapped her hands around him and tugged.

Maddie took control, leaning up, Calum moving along with her, and pushed him on his back. Just like he did her; her lips worked on his neck, chest, and stomach, before finally wrapping her lips around him. “Fuck,” Calum breathed through his moans as Maddie worked his length, sucking him expertly like she had before. “Jus’ like that.”

He was close, way too close, and as good as releasing in her mouth sounded, he wanted her around him. Gripping her hair, Calum lightly pulled her up and attached his lips to her.

“Want you to ride me.” He mumbled against her lips and Maddie didn’t need him to say anymore. Lining herself up with him, Calum stopped her before she could sink down on him. “Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Condom.”

“Nu huh. On the pill.” Maddie was breathless, her lips peppering kisses on his jaw and neck, and all she wanted was to feel him again.

“You made me use a condom the first time.” Calum moaned, his hands squeezing her hips even harder, no doubt leaving bruises, as she sucked on his skin.

“You were a random stranger the first time. You’re far from a stranger now, Cal.”

Cal. She had never called him by his nickname. He loved it.

“If you’re sure.”

“Fuckin’ positive.” Maddie muttered against his lips as she finally sunk down on him. They both moaned against each other’s skin, loud enough for the room next to them to hear, but they couldn’t have cared less.

“Fuck, Maddie.” Calum threw his head back watching as Maddie bounced up and down on him, her boobs moving with her, her fingers digging into his chest. He almost came just at the sight of her. “Take me so fuckin’ well, baby.”

Without a warning, Calum was flipping them over and pulling out, smirking at the whine that left Maddie’s mouth at the loss of contact. He admired her for a second; laying on her back, her chest heaving, neck marked up, and hair a mess. Maddie looked ethereal He swore he had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Hands and knees, babygirl.” Calum’s gruff voice demanded and Maddie found herself smirking at his orders, wasting no time to position herself; on her hands and knees, hair moved to one side so her arched back was on full display for him.

He slid a hand down her back, stopping it at her ass and giving it a smack, before he lined himself up with her and pushed in. He gripped her hips, thrusting in and out at a fast pace and reveled in the way she sounded because of him. He knew just his length alone wouldn’t make her cum like he wanted her to, so, pulling her up, her back against his chest, Calum wrapped on arm around her throat and the other worked her clit until he felt her clenching around him.

They came, together and at once, and Calum slumped down lightly on Maddie’s chest, careful not to crush her. Sweaty and heaving, they both struggled to catch their breath.

Maddie got up after Calum fell onto the bed, stumbling on her legs slightly, and looked around for her underwear. “Where you goin‘?” Calum rolled onto his side and propped his head up, admiring Maddie’s naked body and hickey covered skin. He was sure his looked the exact same.

“I figured you’d want me to leave.” Maddie admitted and Calum frowned, absolutely hating that she thought he was going to kick her out. He would never.

He shook his head and smiled at her. “Stay. Please. Sleep with me tonight.” Maddie’s mouth opened in surprise, never expecting Calum to want her to stay and sleep in his bed with him. Calum took her surprise as hesitance and he licked his lips nervously. It was a weird feeling, he had never been nervous around her before. Always the other way around. “I mean, only if you want to, of course.”

Finally, Maddie’s surprised expression turned into a smile, and she shook her head, telling him the honest, and maybe even a bit embarrassing, truth. “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”

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thecurvedswordcase · 4 years

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To thee, a sad lemon.

(Story for the sad lemon au. Will be updated in both tumbler and archive of our own)

Prologue

For the Baudelaire children, all it took to leave their guardian was the sting of pain from a reddened cheek. In most cases, when meeting a new person, one should not judge a person based on their first meeting because one could end up getting the wrong impression. In the case of the Baudelaire children, their first meeting with Count Olaf was the exact impression they were going to get if they were to know him for their entire lives. The impression of an awful man with a unibrow, salt and peppered hair, and a tattoo on his left ankle of an unmistakable eye. An eye that stands for three letters of immense danger and destruction wherever they were found. The initials VFD.

So why may you ask why I’m telling such things?

Well, it came to my attention that the moment I found out of the death of the Baudelaire parents and the knowledge of the Baudelaire children, I will have to fix the mistakes of the past. Yet as I look at the three children eating a well deserved meal I realize that I am in over my head.

Again…

Yet what choice do I have?!?

These children.

They deserved better.

“Mr. Lemon sir, why are you being so nice to us?” Violet Baudelaire said.

“Why would that be a question? Shouldn’t that be the norm?” Lemony said as he continued to type on his typewriter which seemed quite amusing to the children for a man to be caring around a typewriter. Yet they did not stop him from continuing on with his work.

Violet Baudelaire, the eldest Baudelaire, was a brilliant girl with a knack of inventing and you could always tell when the gears and pulleys were at work in her head when she wore a ribbon in her hair to keep it out of her face.

A trait she got from her mother.

“Well Mr. Sniks, good norm and courtesy is something we have been falutin in for a while now. So I suppose meeting you is a stroke of luck.” Klaus Baudelaire said

“Luck is not chance. It’s Toil.” Lemony quoted.

“Fortune’s expensive smile is earned” Klaus finished off, recognizing the quote. “Emily Dickinson.”

“One of your father's favorite poets, he always liked American humorists although your mother tended to find plays far more appealing.”

Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, was a boy who wore glasses that made him look intelligent, which he was, and would spend hour upon hour reading books in his parents library, remembering every detail given to him.

A clear trait of his father.

“Thssif” Sunny Baudelaire said.

Sunny Baudelaire, the youngest Baudelaire, was around the age of one or two who was the size of a loaf of bread and four sharp teeth which left her a good impression in biting hard food along with only being able to speak in baby-like shrieks and noises. So when Sunny Baudelaire would say Thssif, it could have meant something along the lines of “You knew are parents mister?” Which her siblings were quite to translate.

She probably skipped a generation.

“I knew them for a long time. Before Violet was even born.” Lemony said being careful with his words.

It was considered ill advised to talk of things in a past that he himself had his own questions to. Yet to speak of secrets that their parents were not willing to speak about was not something Lemony had the right to do.

“But why didn’t are parents ever mention you? In fact, why would are parents never mention anything about are guardian? Well. Ex-Guardian,” Klaus said, still understanding as to why Count Olaf would even be their guardian to begin with. Or as to why Mr.Poe believes closest living relatives meant living close by.

“To answer your first question. That is a long story. As to the second, just by what I understand right now is that there was a high chance of a consultant intervening in the situation. I know your parents well enough to say that you three should not be anywhere near Olaf.,” Lemony said continuing on his typewriter but was soon caught off guard seeing a crying Klaus.

“That’s the nicest thing I've heard all day,” Klaus said in between sniffles.

God I need to help these children...

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #lemony snicket #sad lemon au #violet baudelaire #count olaf #beatrice baudelaire #bertrand baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #au

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deputy-sarah-sux · 4 years

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Originally posted on Archive of Our Own [x]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Far Cry 5 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John Seed/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed Additional Tags: Weddings, Wedding Fluff, Idiots in Love, that’s it y'all, we’re just living for this wholesome fluff Series: Part 1 of The Voice

Summary:

Smoke wafted out the open window at the ranch, trailing out of glossy red lips as a woman dressed in all white dragged on what was most likely her last cigarette. She smoothed out the crisp white fabric of her dress and turned to the mirror on the other side of the room.

“We really doing this?” She asked her reflection and stood from the chair she’d been man-spreading in, the cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. “Really gonna marry John Seed? Marry into a cult? Gonna have little cult babies one day and prepare for the end of the world?”

She took a final long drag before stubbing out what was left of cigarette in an expensive-looking ashtray on the vanity table. She blew the smoke into the mirror and smiled at her reflection as it appeared before her.

Faith had helped her get ready. Her make-up was flawless, her hair curled and pinned away from her face, a few strands framing her cheeks. Faith had made a hair clip of bliss flowers that pulled the outfit together while she wore her own flower crown.

The dress was custom because of course, she couldn’t wear off the rack, this was John Seed’s wedding after all. She had to admit, she felt like a queen in the lace ball-gown dress with a tulle skirt and train long enough that she had tripped on it nearly 10 times in the last hour.

“I, Irene, take thee, John Seed, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer though if we ever get that far I’m pretty sure you’ll die without your custom Prada shirts.” She giggled at her own joke and took a sip from a glass of champagne, he’d broken out the good stuff, even Joseph had been alright with it.

“In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till prison or death do us part. And if your brother’s crazy prophecy turns out to be true then we’ll live in a fancy bunker and fuck like bunnies until the world stops burning.”

“Will we now?” John’s laughter cut into the warmth of the room and she turned around to see him in the doorway. He’d dressed in his absolute best formalwear: navy blazer, vest, bowtie and pants to match, his white shirt looked like it had just come off the machine. “You’re ready, my love?”

“I’m ready.” She stood and turned to face him, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

John stepped into the room and pulled his bride into an embrace. He grabbed both of her arms and held her away from him, looking her up and down.

“You look amazing.” He brushed one of the loose strands of hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Isn’t it bad luck to see a bride before the wedding?” She teased and hooked her fingers through the belt loops on his pants, pulling him flush against her once again. John simply shrugged leaning down to kiss her again. He slipped his hands underneath her thighs and lifted her, walking her back to the vanity and dropping her on it.

“I can’t wait to be married to you.”

“Fifteen minutes babe,” She kissed him again and pulled back so she could look him in the eyes. “Fifteen minutes and then under God and in front of your family we’ll be married.”

“Don’t know if I can wait that long.” He complained, kissing her neck and pulling her against his hips.

“Well you’re gonna have to.” She swatted at his shoulder and pushed him away, standing and fixing the strands of hair he’d put out of place. “I’m not gonna sin on my wedding day.”

“You already did this morning.”

“Sure but we were in pajamas then, now I’m in a fancy wedding dress that cost more than I want to know and I don’t want you ruining it.” Irene walked to the open window, her fingers laced through John’s to pull him with her. “Look out there, everyone’s here for us.”

The field outside had been decorated in white lace and bouquets of bliss flowers. Joseph was standing by the alter talking to Jacob, they were both dressed in their nicest suits as well. It had taken John early two months to convince Jacob to wear one and it didn’t help that he’d be adamant they all wear matching ones.

Irene could see Faith darting around talking to people and fretting over details. She seemed more invested in this wedding than Irene. She and John had spent hours pouring over details and getting everything perfect while Irene sat back and watched.

“Last chance to run.” John wrapped his arms around her waist, his chin rested on the top of her head. “Take the bridge to Missoula and never look back.”

“Hmm, no thanks. I’m about to marry into a cult ran by three of the sexiest men I’ve ever met.”

“We prefer the term 'religious sect', and did you just hit on my brothers? To me? Your fiancé? On the day of our wedding?”

“Yup, you gonna do something about it, flyboy?”

“Oh I intend to, it’ll just have to wait until tonight, unfortunately.” With a final kiss, John left the room. Irene returned her attention to the window and watched John stride across the property and towards the alter.

Thin clouds of bliss floated above the floor of the aisle, drifting out of the bliss bouquets next to the seats and giving off the illusion of fog. People were clapping and cheering, someone had dragged an entire grand piano out of the field and was playing a cheerful tune. Irene couldn’t stop herself from grinning as she pulled away from John and laced her hand through his.

“Can’t get out now,” John whispered in her ear, running his thumb over her wedding ring.

“Don’t want to.” Irene retorted and looked around at her new family as they made their way down the aisle back towards the ranch.

The reception was tasteful, again, all John's and Faith’s doing. The music was peaceful, happy; the Hope County Choir had come out in full swing for the day and Irene couldn’t be more proud. She’d spent the last year working with them to record the Eden’s Gate music for Holland Valley, she’d grown quite close to them. John had promised that once they were married and she was officially inducted into the family she would be given charge of the choir.

Of course, John had also brought his own music, he may have given up his old life but there were some things he was still attached to and his music collection was one of those. The choir sang during the photography section of the reception, the orchestra during dinner, and his playlist now blasted on the speakers around the dance floor.

Freya Ridings’s cover of “Maps” started on the speakers and John pulled Irene from her chair and on to the dance floor for their first dance, everyone else quickly vacated the floor.

“Remember this one?” John asked, his voice low enough that only she could hear him over the music. They swayed back and forth to the music, neither had bothered to learn any fancy footwork.

“It played in my car on our way back to your place after our first date.” She reminisced, she often looked back on their first date fondly.

He’d been in Atlanta finalizing some things, Joseph and The Project were in Rome at the time, and he’d somehow convinced her to go to dinner with him. They’d met before when he was a practicing lawyer, she’d been called as a witness for the defense and after the case’s conclusion, they’d swapped numbers. It’d taken him another two years to finally ask her out, finding his long-lost brothers after so many years was a good excuse though.

“You sang along the entire time. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” Even after nearly two years together, John still looked at her like she was his entire world. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it.

“Oh?” Irene hid her face in his neck to conceal her blush.

“I knew right then that we’d end up here again. That this was going to be our first song.” Irene peaked up at him and was floored by the complete vulnerability and unconditional love she saw reflected in John’s eyes.

“I love you.” She pulled him down to her height and kissed him.

“I love you too.” He brushed his thumb over the Eden’s Gate tattoo on her right hand.

A fist pounded on John’s bedroom door and Irene shot up in bed. John groaned beside her and rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“What?” He called, voice groggy.

Seeming to have taken as meaning John was inviting them inside, the door opened and Jacob stepped inside. Irene pulled the sheet up to her chin to better cover her bare chest. Jacob looked between the two with a smirk and flipped on the lights. John practically hissed at the sudden flood of light.

“Get up, Joseph wants you both downstairs. He wants to go over Project business now that Irene is a part of the family.”

John finally sat up, if only to glare at Jacob. “What is there left to go over?”

“Just come downstairs.” Jacob rolled his eyes and kicked a stray piece of clothing out of his way as he left. He was kind enough to close the door on his way.

The room was quiet for a minute, John yawned and threw back his blankets, their blankets. Irene let the sheet fall from her hands and stood, reaching up and stretching until she felt a few of the bones in her spine pop. A sigh drew her attention to John who was still seated on the bed staring at her like she was some piece of art.

Irene laughed a little at his slack jaw and threw one of his many decorative pillows at his head, John caught it with ease and joined in her laughter. He lunged across the bed and yanked her back down, pinning her below him.

“Good morning, Mrs. Seed.” Irene mirrored his excited expression, the man’s joy was infectious.

“Good morning, Mr. Seed.” She pulled him down to her by the back of his neck. Their kiss was slow and sweet, nothing like the heated ones from the night before. She’d have the rest of her life to kiss this man, there was no need to rush it now. When John pulled away to breathe, she gently pushed at his chest so he rolled away.

“If Joseph is expecting us we really should hurry.”

“We just got married, I believe we’re entitled to being a bit slow.” John shot back, his tone dismissive.

“Do you really want Jacob to back in here?” She looked at him sternly, keeping the smile from her lips when he began pouting like a child.

“Fine.” He finally rolled off of her and stood up, now it was Irene’s turn to stare. John looked back at her and winked before walking to his closet to get dressed. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

She couldn't help but snort and marvel a bit at the fact that this idiot was now her husband.

#maps #irene seed #far cry 5 #my writing #the voice [series]#john seed #john seed x oc

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dreamyhyuns · 5 years

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Divina Commedia G-Dragon

Chapter 2

“We were so drawn to each other; it was obvious, and that kiss confirmed it. I didn’t want to think about the way I felt for him at the beginning because I was certain it was one-sided, until he kissed me. That night we didn’t get drunk, we just slept. It was the first time I went into his bedroom and even though it looked really beautiful and expensive, it felt lifeless. We didn’t talk much for the rest of the night, it was all pretty simple. I had been sleeping over at his house almost every night of that past month, but this was the first night I was sleeping on his bed. At first, we slept far away from each other but as time passed, he brought me gently closer to him. In the middle of the night my eyes jerked open for no particular reason. It was 3:00 am as I saw from a clock on the wall, even if at the beginning of the night we barely touched, now my head was resting on his chest and he had his arms wrapped around me, holding me closely on him. I could hear his heartbeat, it was calm and steady, which made me smile. I tried to move around a bit, to adjust myself without waking him up; yet, he sensed me moving and, without waking up, he tightened his grip around my body, oddly, I felt comfortable in that moment with him.

From that night on we were together. He felt even more at ease with me, he wasn’t hiding his feelings so much anymore; it was all calmer, more serene. Of course, our relationship was a secret from almost everyone at the beginning; our families, our friends, our companies (only his manager knew, and he helped us out a lot). We both knew how everyone would react if I said that I’m dating a 29-year-old guy that happens to be one of the most famous Korean artists ever. I was only 19 and I was certain there’d be no way we were allowed to date, but for us, the age gap didn’t matter, the connection we had was much more important than a number.

Being as secretive as we could, we met up before and after his shows; it was hectic backstage so no one really noticed me, everyone thought I was his assistant, so I spent a lot of hours from my day in rooms full of clothes, makeup and people I didn’t know in order to see him even for a few minutes. For obvious reasons he couldn’t come visit me while I was training so he just picked me up every night after I was done practicing. Some of my fellow trainees had noticed that someone in a matte black Lamborghini was waiting for me every day but thankfully his identity wasn’t exposed.

Aside from all of that though what really mattered was him. It wasn’t his house, his fame or his car that drew me to him. Jiyong had his own kind of charm, his own way of expressing himself. Even if he seemed like an unapproachable person, when we were together, he wasn’t G-Dragon, he was just Jiyong. An average height skinny guy with a bunch of tattoos, that December his hair was a beautiful shade of light brown, kind of long and almost always messy. His face was my favorite part of his appearance. Those facial features of him showed so many things his words often failed to express. His eyes were all kinds of tired from working non-stop all these years but when he was laughing, they hid behind his cheeks and whenever he was happy or excited those beautiful browns sparkled. Undoubtedly, Jiyong’s smile was my favorite one in the whole entire world. When his lips started forming a smile, lines formed around them, puffing up his cheeks. When he laughed, his top lip often disappeared and gave way to his perfect teeth. I just loved seeing him laugh or just smile, especially if I had caused him that reaction.”

After I finished writing that description of him my eyes started aching, soon enough my vision was blurry, and tears started running down my face. Having this image of him so fondly in my head was painful, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I rested my face on my hands and I cried, I let it all out. I cried for a long time, I tried to stop but it took me a while to get it together. When I calmed down, the clock indicated 2:10 am and I was exhausted. I left my room in his shirt and sweatpants, I walked past his studio and a cold shiver ran through me, I ignored it. I got to the kitchen and soon enough I was back in my room with a glass of scotch in hand. I took a sip and after the bitterness was forgotten by my tongue, I continued describing Jiyong.

“It might have looked like Jiyong wasn’t a good person to me- at least that’s what I’ve been told- but this man had the most tender soul, his mind wasn’t always happy, but it was okay, he had to deal with a lot, he was feeling so many things at once and he just needed someone by his side to face all of this. He was so scared; at the beginning he was scared of me but then I realized that the only thing that scared him was himself. Jiyong didn’t deserve what he was going through all these years. He truly was one of the nicest people, he laughed with his entire being and he loved a lot. He had loved so many, but very few loved him to the extent he did; whether that be his friends, his past relationships or his fans. Apart from all his talents, that were pretty apparent to anyone that knew him as an artist, he was so much more, he had a whole world inside of him that very few people knew about.”

I decided to stop talking about Jiyong the way I had experienced him, I still wanted to keep some things to myself. I looked around the room and my eyes fell on a photo of us from January when we had just started dating. It was from our first trip; we went to Japan for three days; he had a show there and he had asked me to go with him. The photo showed me and Jiyong in a small alley in Nakano, it was really late at night (after he was done with his show). He had one arm around my shoulders and with the other he was holding a cigarette. I saw his smile in the photo and I smiled back. Happy times, I thought to myself and I turned my eyes back to my computer.

“he always liked travelling with me, he knew I didn’t have the funds to visit all the places I wanted, so whenever he had the chance to go abroad, I tagged along. Throughout the past year I got to see so many things I’ve never even dreamt of being able to see and it was all thanks to him. We had the most fun when we were outside of Korea. He was so much calmer because not many people could recognize him in Europe or America so we could walk around freely and go to almost any place we liked. Every time I saw him run around the streets of the city we were in, being all smiley and taking photos of the buildings, or every time we visited a museum and he spent hours admiring all the art, completely taken aback from what the human mind can create, I felt so happy, I knew I was contributing to all those positive feelings that were being born in his mind and for a moment there I was sure that happiness was the most important thing I could give him.

I remember that Thursday in January when we were flying to Tokyo for the first time. We were leaving right after he was working at the studio, so he was pretty tired. While we were on the plane, he sat next to me, lied his head on my lap and he closed his eyes, I knew he was exhausted so I started playing with his hair while looking out of the window, watching Seoul get lost in the horizon. Without opening his eyes, Jiyong smiled and he moved his head closer to my stomach ‘I love you so much, do you know that? I do, I genuinely love you, please don’t forget that’ he said softly, ‘I love you too’ I replied but he was already asleep.”

#g dragon #kwon jiyong #jiyoung #jiyong au #au #kpop #g dragon x reader #jiyong x reader #kpop au #kpop fanfic #divina commedia au #big bang #bigbang

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Another OC interview meme: Vir’era Sabrae

Tagged by no one i stole it i am an interview gremlin

Tagging you, if you have time (yes, you)

[for the purposes of this meme, he’ll answer with total honesty. very little to no evasiveness, as though the interviewer and audience are already fully aware of who he is.]

What is your full name and its origins? What about any nicknames?

My name is Vir’era Hanal’ghilan Sabrae. I’m often called Vee by my non-Dalish friends, and Varric calls me Mittens. All the parts of my name are Elvish in origin. Sabrae is the name of my clan. ‘Vir’era’ is Elvish for ‘the way of the story,’ which might indicate... the things I know. At the last Arlathvhen, I was given the name Hanal’ghilan, because I can shapeshift into a golden halla.

Have you any claims to fame?

Yes and no. Few would remember my name of their own accord, and this has been intentional on my part. But I am a veteran of the Fifth Blight and a Champion of Redcliffe; the people in that city remember me. I spent much time in Kirkwall, but kept my head low for most of it. Other Dalish clans know me as Hanal’ghilan now, since the last Arlathvhen.

More recently, I have been named the Dalish Liaison to the Inquisition. Officially, my role is to help mediate between the Inquisition and the Dalish, acting as an advisor to the Herald, as well as ensure the fair treatment of any elves who join our cause. Unofficially, I’m sharing my now-scant knowledge of events to come.

How would you introduce yourself? If you are famous in your world, how would you introduce yourself to someone who had never heard of you?

I’d introduce myself as Keeper Vir’era of Clan Sabrae or as Vir’era Sabrae, Dalish Liaison to the Inquisition, depending on who I’m speaking to. For some events or people, I might add other titles or information. Most commonly, I might bring up that I am a former Grey Warden.

Which of your culture’s achievements do you hold in highest regard?

It’s difficult to say. Elvish culture has been destroyed and rebuilt so many times now--I suppose I am most proud of the Dales. Yes, our time there did not last, and we were eventually driven from it--but we managed to rebuild so much before we were forced to run. We have never forgotten.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I--I don’t know. I think I once wanted to be a writer, but I can’t remember anything of my childhood except vague impressions and strange trivia. What even is a pikachu? I’ve never seen one, but I know exactly what it would look like...

What was your most prized possession as a child? Do you still have it?

No, I don’t. It was a stuffed dinosaur, a creature from long before humans or dwarves or even elves. I lost it when I lost everything else about my past. How I still remember what it was... I don’t know. Perhaps I never will.

What would you change about yourself, if you could?

I don’t know. Hah, or perhaps that’s just it. There’s so much I don’t know or remember about myself. More than half my life is just... a mystery. I’d like to know it again. I’d like to know where I’m from, before I came here.

What are you obsessed with?

I don’t know that I have a true obsession. The closest I have is to ensure Thedas is on the right track, that all goes well. Does that count? I have shaped my entire life--and, now, my clan’s life--around this idea.

What is your greatest achievement so far, or the high point of your career?

Probably not dying during the Battle of Denerim. Maybe being appointed Dalish Liaison. It’s much easier, being here officially. I don’t have to explain myself or make excuses.

When/where were you happiest?

I... don’t know. Even the times when I was at my happiest, there was always something lurking. The closest would be... Kirkwall, I think. 9:36. Before everything went to shit. That or Vigil’s Keep, after dealing with the Architect, but before Anders left. 9:31. When I still had Nathaniel.

If all goes well... by the end of 9:42, I will have nothing new to contribute. Maybe, by then, I’ll have made peace enough with the world to be happy. Maybe I’ll be dead.

And the lowest point in your life thus far?

9:31 Dragon. I asked Merrill to show me her eluvian. I tried to go home. I did everything I could think of, but it was broken. I think some part of me believed that simply touching it would be enough. That it’d send me back.

It didn’t. I cried so much that I passed out.

What was the best decision you ever made?

Bringing Mia’s letter to Cullen in 9:31. He’s such a better person for it, for being in contact with her.

If you have any body modifications, which was most painful, or which do you regret the most? If you haven’t got any, do you have any planned, or would you ever consider getting any?

I have the vallaslin traditional of the Dalish as well as a number of scars that were not intentional. I don’t regret the vallaslin at all, and since it was the only one I intended to have, it is by default the most painful of those. I have no plans at the moment for other tattooing or piercings.

What is the most idiotic thing you have ever done while intoxicated?

I don’t tend to get beyond tipsy, but Varric insists that there was a night at the Hanged Man when I attempted to sing something unrecognizable as music.

What is your favorite joke?

I don’t particularly have a favorite joke, but I love puns. Especially cat puns.

What is the coolest/most impressive thing you own?

My staves. I own very little--not including the Keeper’s things which I inherited when I took on the role, I could fit all I own into a single bag. But the most impressive pieces are my staves. Both are entirely unique, and neither are anything like what you would see elsewhere. Maleficent was commissioned for me by the King and Queen of Ferelden; she’s named for the dragon at the top. Littlefoot was made for me by Master Ilen when I became Keeper, and is named after my dear departed mabari, whose skull has been affixed to the top, so that he will be with me always.

When did you last cry, and why?

I’m not sure. I cry often enough that it’s hardly a notable occasion anymore, but not so often as to say ‘oh, just this morning!’ Maybe I’m due for another good cry.

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever had?

‘You can only be one person. Choose wisely.’ I’m not sure if it was really intended as advice, but it felt like advice at the time. Flemeth said those words to me ten years ago. I don’t often think of them, but they’re no less impressed upon me.

Similarly, what’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

It’s hard to say. I’ve been lucky; many people have done nice things for me. Some were more expensive than others, but the one I appreciate most... Hm. Not including those favors I specifically asked for, the thing that has felt the best to me... the Hawkes took me in. I think in part it was because they were taking Anders in, too, and they wouldn’t just take only one of us--but either way, they took me in. They didn’t need to. Anders and I--we weren’t doing well in Darktown, but we were living. We were safe enough.

I’ll never be able to repay them for that.

Have you any vices?

Is it arrogant to say no? I don’t gamble, I don’t drink to excess, I don’t sleep around, I only fight when I must... Perhaps arrogance is my vice.

Do you regret anything?

Many things. I wouldn’t change most, because I think I would regret the alternative more--but that does not mean that I do not regret the decision any less.

What is the best invention ever?

Ever? Hm. Toilets. They’re very basic in some ways, I know, but until you have lived without one, you simply don’t know what you’re missing. I lived in a sewer for about four years, and now I live a nomadic lifestyle. I know very well what I’m talking about.

How would you describe your relationship with your family?

I don’t have blood relatives. They’re gone with my memories. But I have surrogates. Clan Sabrae is my family, and though I can’t say I get along amazingly well with all its members (Hahren Linara, in particular, is critical of many of my choices), I care very deeply for them, and I always do what I can to keep them healthy and safe. They know this, and while some will argue with me about the best way to go about it, we’re always able to find a solution, and they do trust me. I hope I do not fail them.

I consider my friends from Kirkwall to be much like extended family--especially the Hawkes. They took me in, after all. I’ve kept in touch with Leandra.

Who is your biggest inspiration?

I don’t have just one, especially not one who encompasses enough things to be my biggest inspiration. But the closest we can get, for the sake of this question... Merrill. She knows what she wants to do, and she sticks to it--she stands up for herself without being rude or arrogant, and she’s always ready to help a friend. All of that, and she’s still one of the most fearsome mages I know. I don’t express it enough, but I am in awe of her. I hope she’s well.

What are you going to do when you’ve finished this interview?

Check back with Josephine, probably. She’s the one who set this up.

#the pterodactyl speaks #the pterodactyl writes #vir'era #twots

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