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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 30 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: Wow, y’all! We did it! We’re at the last Hand in Glove chapter! What a ride it’s been, am I right? Enjoy this one. I tried to tie off most of the loose ends, buuuuuuut you know how I am. Expect the unexpected. There might be a sequel after Gold Digger’s done.

Warnings: fluff that’ll rot your teeth and the usual stuff.

Word count: who gives a duck?!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25 , Chapter 26, Chapter 27 , Chapter 28 , Chapter 29

Annie drove home on auto-pilot. Her mind felt like it’s sinking in quicksand. She's pregnant, again. She didn't plan to be pregnant, again. She needed to figure out how to tell Ben about it, again. This time was different, though. It wasn’t quite as scary as the last one. It wasn’t quite as upsetting. Deep down, it was actually exciting.

When she got home, she walked about in a daze, going from room to room. Trying to locate her partner in crime and his superhuman sperm cells. Passing by the glass doors to the back garden, she found him tossing a ball for Frankie to fetch and having a smoke.

She opened the glass doors and caught his attention. He beamed at her, looking over his shoulder.

"I'm pregnant."

"That's nice," Ben said, almost robotically, tossing the ball and watching Frankie chase after it. "Wait, what?"

"I'm pregnant," Annie repeated, "my eggo is preggo, Ben."

"As in, pregnant? Pregnant?" Ben stared at her. The cigarette fell from between his fingers. “Is it mine?”

"Of course it's yours, you wanker!"

"But you -" Ben started and stopped. " - and the -"

"Yeah, it turns out I'm one of the 0.8% it doesn't work for."

"Is it... it is still up there?"

"No. Dr. McCarthy took it out."

"How far along -"

"8 weeks."

"You're not pulling my leg?" Ben felt dizzy. Weak. "You're not taking a sick piss?"

"I'm pregnant, Ben." Annie started to smile and took his hand. She placed it right under her bellybutton. "Your almighty, ultra-strong, wicked swimmers are unstoppable."

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"You're wearing jewelry now?" Joe snickered and pointed at Ben's hand. "Did Hollywood affect you that much?"

Ben looked down at his hand and smiled. With Annie at work and Rory at daycare, he told the boys to come over to his house. It was time for him to break the news, now that they were back, well-slept and no longer jet-lagged.

"Oh, this ring has nothing to do with Hollywood," Ben smirked, "could one of you text Rami and see where he is? Anyone fancy a beer?"

Gwilym and Joe exchanged confused looks at Ben's fussiness and nodded. Ben was visibly nervous or excited about something and they could tell. Right from the moment he greeted them at the door.

"Help yourselves, gentlemen," Ben placed two six-packs on the living room coffee table and opened his own beer bottle. He bounced his knee as the three waited for Rami to join them. They busied themselves with idle chit-chat. They tried holding press-tour stories off for when all four will be present. When the doorbell finally rang, Ben sprung to his feet and almost ran for the door.

"Right, so of course I want to hear all about the press tour," Ben started as Rami sat down with his own beer bottle. "I have to break some serious news first."

"Oh... kay..." Rami glanced sideways at Joe as he took a sip from his beer.

"Annie and I got married."

The silence was deafening. You could hear a pin drop. Rami, Gwilym, and Joe stared at Ben, frowning and blinking.

"Did you lace this beer with something?" Gwilym finally asked.

"Nope." Ben tried to keep a serious expression on his face as he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers. He pointed at his ring finger with the other hand. "See? Wedding ring."

"When you say 'Annie and I got married'," Gwil scratched at his bearded chin, "what do you mean, exactly?"

"We're legally married." Ben rephrased his previous statement. "Went through the whole process, jumped through all the hoops. Brian, Roger and Jamie were our witnesses."

"When?" Gwil cocked his head.

"Three weeks ago."

"Was it on a whim?" Joe looked hurt. "Did you just decide to elope, just like that?"

"No. We planned it, very carefully."

"And you told no one because...?" Rami's beer-holding hand hovered halfway to his mouth.

"Annie insisted on it."

"Huh." Gwilym leaned back and rubbed his thighs. "That's..."

"A lot." Rami mused.

"We're also pregnant again." Ben blurted out and busied his mouth with his beer bottle again.

"He totally laced this with something," Joe announced and leaned forward. Anger etched on his features. "What the actual fuck did you just say?!"

"Calm down, Joe." Gwilym said and put a hand on Joe's shoulder.

"We're pregnant. Well, Annie is."

"What do you mean, she's pregnant?" Rami laughed nervously.

"Well, Rami," Ben smirked, "when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much -"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Joe's hands flailed.

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"And cut! We got it!!!"

Annie slumped her shoulders and stopped weeping, relieved that she didn’t have to run through the whole scene again.

Anne, her character, apprehended and jailed in the Tower of London, listened to the accusations against her. Upon hearing the long list of men who testified against her - one of which was her own brother - she broke down. The scene drained Annie and took 12 takes to get right. She felt dehydrated, puffy and very, very tired.

"You're pregnant?"

The entire set fell silent, all looking from Clara to Annie in utter shock. A lighting fixture creaked as it swung back and forth. An intern dropped a script to the floor. The thud reverberated around the large space.

Annie stared at her best friend, gobsmacked.

"Annie, you're pregnant and you didn't tell me?" Clara stomped over to her, eyes shooting daggers. Her costume rustling as she skipped over carefully camouflaged cords. "The secret wedding - fine, it's whatever. But this?!"

"Clara, this isn't the time nor the place to -" Annie stammered out, feeling her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Fuck that!" Clara snapped. "Annie, what the hell?"

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"So there will be an actual wedding?" Gwilym verified for the fifth time.

"Yes!" Ben groaned. "God!"

"And baby number two is due in...?"

"30 weeks."

"Wow." Rami fiddled with the label on his beer bottle. "Wow."

"Yeah." Joe huffed. "Big wow."

Ben's cheeks flushed crimson red. He felt like his parents were cross with him for being naughty. He didn't know if this was just shock or actual outrage at that point. He raked his fingers through his blond mop of hair, feeling quite ashamed.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner." Ben almost mumbled. "It's been really hard to keep everything secret. I almost spilled the beans three times. I wanted you guys to be in on it but -"

"But the Supreme Leader had other plans." Joe shook his head. "I get it. I'm fucking pissed, man, but I get it."

"We are happy for you, you know." Rami pursed his lips. "Just... overwhelmed with all the news."

"How did your parents take it?" Gwilym wondered.

"We told them the next day." Ben recounted. "They were confused at first, not sure if we're kidding or not. Then, they were angry with me for hiding it and doing it like... that. The pregnancy reconciled them. They're over the moon."

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"10 weeks?" Clara barked, pacing back and forth in Annie's trailer. "Ten whole bloody weeks?!"

"Yep." Annie pursed her lips and nodded sheepishly. "Ten whole weeks."

"Annie, why?" Clara stopped, planting her hands on her hips. "Why aren't you telling me anything anymore? And let me guess-” Clara’s upper lip curled in a menacing snarl, “ -Jamie knew all along!"

"Actually he didn't," Annie interjected. "You kind of announced it to the world with your little outburst on the set."

"Why would you keep secrets from me?" Clara's voice sounded almost whiney. "We're best friends since... forever!"

"Because these are the things I needed to not jinx, okay?" Annie explained, subconsciously resting a hand on her belly. "I know it's just superstition but ill-wishers are -"

"God, Annie!" Clara groaned. "Fuck the ill-wishers! Fuck you as well!

Pounding on Annie's trailer door interrupted the two. Clara marched over and opened it, quickly pushed aside by Mike and Jamie.

"You've got some explaining to do." Mike pointed at her.

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Anne Boleyn prepared herself for this - her execution - multiple times. The Hangman of Calais's arrival was pushed back due to weather and travel conditions. She joked with her ladies in waiting, earlier on in the day, talking about her little neck. Keeping up appearances. The show must go on!

She stepped onto the scaffold on the morning of May 19th, 1536. Escorted by Sir William Kingston, her jailer, Anne left the Tower's royal palace for the last time. The same place she slept in right before her coronation. Her crimson outfit trimmed with ermine, she made sure everyone present knew her status. Her reason for dying. She clasped her hands and took a step forward.

“Good Christian people,” Anne started shakily, “I have not come here to preach a sermon. I have come here to die." Anne took a shaky breath and squared her shoulders. "For, according to the law and by the law, I am judged to die," her voice carried as the crowd listened silently."And, therefore, I will speak nothing against it."

The crowd was mute as they solemnly listened to their Queen speaking her final words.

"I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak of that whereof I am accused and condemned to die," Anne looked at the peoples' faces. "But I pray: God save the King and send him long to reign over you!"

A small smile tugging at Anne’s lips as she watched the memories play out in her mind’s eye. "For a gentler, nor a more merciful prince was there never, and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign lord." Pausing, she looked up at the sky, for one last time. "And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best." A tear rolled down her cheek, quickly brushed away. "And thus, I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.”

Anne kneeled at the scaffold. Distracting her and making her look away from him and his sword, the executioner beheaded the queen with one stroke.

"And cut! That's a wrap!"

Annie heaved a sigh of relief and felt her hands shaking as she clutched at her little baby bump, almost showing. Her last scene is over. Greensleeves is finally finished.

Ben clapped furiously, hooting and hollering for his wife as she got up off the wooden scaffold. Her speech - Anne’s speech - although he had heard it more than a hundred times at that point had still managed to wring his heart and guts. It never ceased to amaze him how Annie and Anne sort of merged together. One mixing in with the other. Annie’s vows echoed in his ears. ‘I will kill for you and die for you.’

‘Oi, Jones!” Annie snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Earth to Jonesy!”

“You were amazing up there.” Ben smiled and wrapped his arms around her. “Breathtaking.”

“Let’s go celebrate!” Annie beamed up at him. “There’s cake!”

“Shall we, then,” Ben bend his arm and waited for Annie to hook hers with his, “my lady Greensleeves?”

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Other than the odd work-related trip and appearance, Ben and Annie were honeymooning at home. They watched Annie’s baby bump, Pookie, grow. They watched Rory learn how to walk, talk. Turn into a tiny little human.

Annie laid back on the sofa, her head in Ben’s lap. His fingers idly twirled locks of her hair as they watched whatever was on the telly. Grateful to have the house for themselves. Learning every curve and edge of each other’s body after dropping Rory off at daycare. Nesting and preparing a bedroom for Rory and remodelling the nursery for the new baby.

“D’you think it’s a boy this time?” Annie wondered and looked up at her husband.

“Dunno.” He shrugged. “Do you want it to be?”

“I think so, yeah.” Annie looked down at her little bump. “Pookie, give us a hint.”

“Maybe there’s two -”

“Ben Jones, I will kill you.”

“I’m joking!” He laughed and tugged on her hair gently. “However many there are in there, I’ll love them.”

“What about names?” Annie started to sit up so she could turn around and face Ben. “Thought of any?”

“Well, Henry for a boy.” Ben shrugged.

“Really?” Annie snorted. “Henry?”

“Yes.” Ben nodded proudly. “Name fit for a king!”

“Right.”

“Why, do you have better ideas?” Ben scoffed.

“Richard.” Annie suggested. “Also a king.”

“Meh.”

“John.”

“John?” Ben looked at her as if she went mad. “John Jones?”

“Yes. Our little Jay Jay.” Annie cooed jokingly and nuzzled Ben’s nose with hers.

“Alexander.” Ben offered and rolled his eyes when Annie frowned. “What?!”

“We already have two A’s, Ben!” Annie pouted. “Annie. Aurora.”

“William.” Ben shrugged.

“Sounds to much like Gwilym.” Annie retorted. “What!”

“How?”

“Just - ugh! Not William.”

“Fine. Christopher?”

“Sounds like a Winnie the Pooh character. Christopher Jones.” Annie grimaced. “Peter?”

“No. Not Roger, either. Or Warren!”

“Mark?” Annie suggested.

“Might as well name it Galileo.” Ben scoffed. “Man, this better be a baby girl.”

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Annie brushed her teeth before bed, happy to know that the baby’s heart is beating and there is only one of those beating hearts in her womb. She just finished rinsing when Ben entered the bathroom. He stood behind her as she bent over for the sink and held onto her hips.

“Seriously?” Annie looked up at him through the mirror, water dripping down her chin.

Ben bit his bottom lip and nodded slowly, cocking his head to the side as he examined her bum. Annie watched his reflection curiously. He gave her bum a light squeeze and rubbed it as if it were a crystal ball. Annie stood up straight and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I don’t know what it is, exactly,” Ben murmured and wrapped his arms around her waist, “but there is something about you that I just... “

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” Ben purred and leaned forward.

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“Is he out?” Annie sobbed. “Is he okay? Is everything out?”

Whoever said that giving birth to the second baby is easy clearly lied. It all went down so fast. She didn’t have time for an epidural. She didn’t have time to even digest what was going on. One minute her water breaks, then wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, a human baby is introduced to the world.

“He’s out!” Ben beamed at his wife. “He’s out. Everything’s out. You did so well.”

“Ben, he tore me to pieces!” Annie violently wiped her tears away. “I’m hurting. I’m tired. I’m pissed the hell off. Stop smiling like that!”

“Annie, he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ben ignored his wife’s rant and brushed stray locks of hair away from her forehead. “And you are my hero, Annabelle Lee-Jones. You are an absolute rockstar.”

Annie sobbed incoherently in response.

“There he is, mummy!” the nurse said as she brought over the bundle of wailing joy. “Your beautiful baby boy!”

Annie took the bundle in her arms and looked down, tears still pouring down. Ben chuckled and wiped her tears away from the baby’s cheeks.

“What’s your name?” Annie whispered at the baby. “Galileo?”

“Annabelle…” Ben had an impatient edge to his voice.

“Well, what are we naming him, then?” She asked, stroking the baby’s little head gently.

“Oliver?” Ben suggested. Annie mulled it over in her head. “Alfred.”

“Alfred?” Annie looked up at her husband.

“Yes. Alfred.”

“Where did that come from?”

“A great English king.” Ben raised one finger in the air. “Classic name.” Another finger. “He’s clearly an Alfie -”

“Alfie.” Annie repeated, a smile lighting up her face. “Our baby Alfie.”

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Ben and Annie stepped onto the dance floor, holding hands. Their guests clapped, hooted and hollered - all cheering for them as they made their “official” debut as a married couple. The music started blaring through the speakers as Annie and Ben took their place in the middle of the floor and wrapped their arms around one another.

Me and Mrs. Jones; We got a thing goin'on...

They gazed into each other’s eyes, oblivious to the world around them. Joe held Rory in his lap, pointing at her parents and talking animatedly to keep her awake and happy. Gwilym cradled baby Alfie as he slept, gobsmacked by the baby’s ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime.

We both know that it's wrong; But it's much too strong To let it go now…

Annie chose to wear the same dress she did on her original wedding day, flower crown in her hair. Ben opted for the tux he wore at the Oscars. He pulled her closer and dipped her back. Annie threw her head back and laughed heartily, gracefully kicking one leg up in the air. He picked her up and kissed her as they swayed to the music.

We meet every day at the same cafe Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there; Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite songs…

Annie looked over to the side and saw Rory and Joe having a very heated discussion. She beckoned them over with her hands, smiling brightly. Joe asked Rory a question, making her eyes light up. They stood up and he put her down on the floor. She held onto one of his fingers as they walked on the dancefloor. He bowed deeply and made Rory burst in a fit of giggles before he picked her up again and swayed alongside her parents as he sang along to the song.

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on; We both know that it's wrong; But it's much too strong To let it go now...

Ben smiled at the rest of the guests and nodded his head, signaling it was okay to join them in their dance. Couples started flooding the dancefloor within minutes, all swaying and rocking to the smooth R’n’B song Annie and Ben chose for their first dance.

We gotta be extra careful That we don't build our hopes up too high; Because she's got her own obligations And so, and so, do I...

When they discussed their first dance song options, they got into such a fight that they almost called the whole thing off. Annie wanted Best of My Love, Ben wanted Love of My Life. It was actually Rami who suggested the most appropriate song for them -

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong To let it go now…

His logic behind it was flawless. The song practically described Annie and Ben’s journey through the relationship. How they tried to hide it at first, insisting there’s nothing serious happening. How they came to terms with their relationship status and were so very careful at first. How Rory had happened when caution was thrown to the wind.

Well, it's time for us to be leaving It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine Tomorrow we'll meet The same place, the same time...

How heart wrenching their time apart from one another was. How hopeful they were. Counting down the days until Ben comes back to visit. How, even at their busiest, they always made time for themselves.

Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin'on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong To let it go now...

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“Mummy!” Rory ran over to the sofa with her favorite stuffed animal, followed by a yapping Frankie. “Mummy, Frankie did bad!”

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds; No, it's not like any other love This one is different, because it's us...

Annie groaned internally and closed her eyes. Alfie was attached to her breast while she fed him, the house was a total chaotic mess, Ben was away at some Cognac launch and all she wanted to do was just scream and run away. She played her favorite album to keep herself happy and sane. There was something about The Smiths that made her feel… normal.

Hand in glove We can go wherever we please; And everything depends upon How near you stand to me...

“Rors, baby, Alfie’s -”

“Frankie did baaaad!” Rory’s voice rose in volume and octave.

“What did she bloody do?!” Annie asked, her patience all but lost.

“Took my Pupper!”

“You’re holding your Pupper and he looks fine.” Annie raised an eyebrow.

“Frankie bad!”

And if the people stare Then the people stare; Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care; Kiss my shades...

“No, Frankie good.” Annie patted the empty cushion next to her, inviting Rory in for a cuddle. “Rory, are you jealous of Alfie and mummy?”

“No.” Rory skulked.

“Rors…”

“Mummy…”

Hand in glove The good people laugh; Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have...

“Tell you what.” Annie whispered. “When daddy gets home, we’ll have a whole day, just for ourselves. No boys allowed.”

“No boys?”

“None.”

Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds; Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have...

The front door opened, making Rory stand up on the sofa expectantly.

“Uncle Joey?” Rory looked at Annie with sparkling eyes. “Uncle Gwilly?”

“Annie?” Ben’s voice boomed from the hall.

And if the people stare Then the people stare; Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care; Kiss my shades...

“Daddy!” Rory shrieked and scrambled off the sofa, doing a bee line for the hallway. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“There’s my girl!” Ben crouched down and let Rory crash into him. He picked her up and tossed her in the air, eliciting overjoyed squeals and shrieks. Her soft blonde curls bounced as she flew up in the hair and landed safely back in his arms. “Where’s Mum?”

So, hand in glove I stake my claim I'll fight to the last breath; If they dare touch a hair on your head I'll fight to the last breath; For the good life is out there somewhere, So stay on my arm, you little charmer...

“In here!” Annie called and winced when Alfie dug his nails into her boob. “Alfie’s eating!”

Ben stood at the doorway to the living room and blinked, gobsmacked. It looked like a tornado had run through, destroying and overturning everything in its’ path.

“Are you okay, Annie?” He asked.

“What? Yes, I’m fine.” Annie frowned. “Why?”

“Because it seems like we had a burglary going on while I was off.” Ben smirked.

“Oh, shove it!” Annie stuck her tongue out at him. “You try taking care of these two little ducks and see how far it gets you with housekeeping.”

“I know.” Ben put Rory down and sauntered over to the sofa, plopping down next to his wife. “I ducking love you. I don’t care about the mess.”

“Mess?” Rory chimed in. “I clean!”

“Oh, now you’ll clean?” Annie scoffed.

“I clean for daddy.” Rory huffed and went about tidying up and putting all her toys away.

“Don’t you never, ever leave me home alone again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

But I know my luck too well; Yes, I know my luck too well; And I'll probably never see you again; I'll probably never see you again...

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infinitegalahad · 4 years

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Sneak Peak Of Tonight’s Fic...

“Friend ma’ ass. I’ve seen ‘da way ‘dat preppy boy looks at you.” Snafu annoyingly badgered. He followed you around your apartment. Stopping at the kitchen counter, you spin on your heel to look at him straight in the face, a hand on your waist and an angry pout proudly displayed on your face. “ ‘Dat Chris or whatever his n-”

“Chad. His name is Chad.” You corrected.

The Cajun groaned as his calloused hands grasped onto the counter. He was extremely aggravated with hell in his eyes. “Whatever. I don’t like ‘yah hangin’ ‘round him. Chad kept starin’ at you like you were a piece of meat. Tried to fuckin’ steal ma’ seat next to you! ‘Dat lil’ sunva gun tryin’ to sit next ‘ta ‘ma girl!”

#rami malek x reader #rami malek #snafu shelton x reader #snafu shelton #merriell shelton x reader #merriell shelton #my writing #the pacific #she is coming #tonight hopefully #ofc i used chad

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sherlollydramoine · 5 years

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Soulmates

WARNINGS: Contains a slight bit of lovin’ in this chapter. 18+ only please, Reader is kind of a little bit of a bully in this chapter (I promise it won’t last long..)

As per usual I want to thank @ramibaby for all of her help and suggestions. @ramimalekpeen-deactivated201909 has deactivated (which breaks my heart) I will still thank her anyway. You two helped really offer the kind of guidance that I’ve needed to finish with this chapter. Just a heads up though guys, this chapter was written before the prologue, and I haven’t quite made as much progress on chapter two as I would have liked, so it may be a bit of a wait for the next chapter. XOXOXO

And a very special twin makes an appearance!!! :)

Link to prologue: X

PART ONE

You looked up at him in complete confusion, as you desperately tried to pry your hands apart once again. It was like they had been superglued together - nothing you'd tried to do to unstick them had been successful.

"Rami, what's going on?" You quirked a brow.

He didn't seem all that concerned about this predicament, and simply threw back his head, speaking between mocking chuckles,

"Looks like you're really stuck with me now."

"Rami,this-it-it isn't funny! What's happening? What did you do to our hands?!" You pressed, suddenly on the verge of tears. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse on the shitty bed awaiting you in your hotel room.

It was then your attention was drawn toward Rami's hotel room door. With a loud bang, it swung open, that sound like a knife cutting through the tense, heavy air surrounding you. A rather dishevelled looking Sami peered out from behind the dark wood, his hair a mess and eyes weary.

"There you are!" He exhaled, shoulders slumping and eyes rolling. "I thought I lost you!"

He gestured toward you and Rami as he made quick strides toward you both. It wasn't until he came to a stop before you his relieved expression vanished, replaced by one of pure shock and disbelief. With wide eyes he stared at your linked hands, his mouth agape. Why on earth such a seemingly innocent gesture caused this reaction was beyond you, and only added to your growing sense of anxiety. Suddenly, Sami's face broke out in a smirk and he reached up to nervously scratch the back of his head.

"Uhhh…" He stammered, eyes darting between you both, before resting on Rami's. " I think it's time you two had a little discussion..." He raised a brow, nodding knowingly toward Rami who seemed adamant on not meeting his brothers stare.

With a sigh, Rami's eyes met yours and he reluctantly huffed,

"I guess so."

APPROXIMATELY TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

As you finally pulled into the parking lot of the swanky hotel your best friend Beatrice had decided was an idyllic location for her wedding, you let out a relieved sigh. It had been a long two days in the car and you were looking forward to getting checked in, and then settling in for a much needed nap.

Grabbing your bags and locking the car you headed inside, where you were greeted by Bea's loud squeals of delight and the sight of her sprinting toward you.

"Y/N YOU MADDDDDEEEE ITTTTTT!" she bellowed, arms out wide and you found yourself suddenly wrapped in one of her rib crushingly tight bear hugs.

"Oof!" you huffed, eyes so wide that if you could see yourself in the reflection of the tiled floor you would swear they were bulging out of your head.

"Bea…" you tapped her shoulder, voice strained as you gasped for air. "Too tight…"

She let go of you immediately and you drew in a sharp breath, clutching your chest.

"Oh, sorry…" she giggled, nervously avoiding your disgruntled stare. " Just missed you…"

"Really?" you chuckled, straightening out your now crumpled shirt. "Hadn't noticed…"

She hummed, straightening up her posture and speaking with an air of smugness as she stared down her nose at you,

"Well, that's because I'm a great actor."

"Uh huh…" You drawled, narrowing your eyes.

She shook her head dismissively at your lack of belief.

"S'true, just ask Joey baby…"

"Joey baby?" Your scrunched your nose, cringing at the pet name.

"Yes. Now that we are getting married I have taken it upon myself to utterly repulse all my guests with the sickening love I feel."

"Wow, well do you think you could hold off on the pet names just for me?" You poked her shoulder, speaking softly, " You're favorite bridesmaid…?"

She rolled her eyes,

"You've seen and heard worse from the two of us and don't flatter yourself."

"Excuse me?" You placed a hand on your hip, eyes honing in on hers as you bore a playful smirk. "Who else knows you like I do huh?"

Bea shrugged, fobbing you off with a wave of her hand as she looked anywhere but at you.

"Absolute perfectionist who is easily distracted and so stubbornly set in her ways that there ain't a chance in hell of getting you to stop something once you've set your mind to it…."

You babbled, moving your head to try and meet her gaze.

She was smiling at your words, purposefully darting her eyes away every time they met yours. Her smile grew wider as she reluctantly agreed,

"Alright...I guess you know me pretty well." Her eyes finally met yours again. "And you are my favourite bridesmaid." She took one of your hands in both of hers as she continued, "I'm so glad you're here, Joe's been so annoying with his chaotic energy this last few weeks."

"Oh god…" you chuckled, shaking your head. "Can I at least have a nap before I get thrust into Joe babysitting duty? I've been in the car for like 2 days and I'm really tired."

"Aw, of course!" She smiled. "but... not until you've met your partner in crime for this week, and also, Joe will be very offended if you don't say hello first, he's been dyyyying to see you." She rolled her eyes once again and you couldn't help but roll yours too.

"Man, that boy is needy, I Skype'd you guys what? Two days ago!" You exclaimed. "Why does he need me? Isn't Mr. Mazzello busy being entertained by his..." you raised your hands, making air quotes. "Hollywood friends?"

"Heeey watch it, one of those 'Hollywood friends' is my cousin. You remember Rami right?"

You just stare at Bea incredulously for a good solid minute before opening your mouth to reply. She knows damn well you have haven't forgotten who he is. Being his cousin and the soon-to-be wife of Rami's best friend, she knows you spent most of your childhood and teen years around him.

"How could I forget? He's the asshole who shoved me into the pool at your 17th birthday party." you angrily mumble.

"Oh come on, that was like twenty years ago. I can't believe you still remember that! Besides, he did eventually apologize for it and he still claims it was kind of an accident."

"Psht, it wasn't an accident, but regardless, I still ended up in a pool, and he didn't even bother to ask if I was okay, or to try helping me out. He just laughed and then left with one of his stupid friends. He was such a jerk. Ugh. You of all people know that I had the biggest crush on him back then, it was so embarrassing! Sami was at least nice to me, he was the one that helped me out and he wouldn't stop apologizing for his brother. Sami was always the nicer twin, to me. You also know it isn't just the pool incident, what about the time at the movie theater? Or the most embarrassing time when he actually stood me up for a date when I truly thought he might actually like me? "

Bea sighed and then opened her mouth to speak, but was rudely interrupted by a loud screeching,

"YYYYYYNNNNNNN!!!"

Turning your head, you saw Joe frantically waving his long arms - the sight of a grown man acting so unabashedly childish making you throw your head back with laughter. Joe had always exuded such a chaotic energy that it was almost infectious.

"JOOOOEEEEEYYYY!!!" You yelled, bouncing excitedly on the spot. This earned a chuckle from Joe as he bolted toward you.

Soon you found yourself wrapped in the embrace of Joe's strong arms, your head pressed to his warm chest as you heard Bea mutter,

"Imma leave you with my overgrown man child and get you checked in."

Pulling back abruptly from the hug, Joe gripped your shoulders, smiling down at you as he took in your tired state.

"So, long drive?" He pouted dramatically, staring into your droopy eyes.

You simply hummed and nodded.

"I still don't understand why you didn't just fly."

"Mozzarella why would I fly, when I can enjoy the quiet solitude of a drive with great views? I got some fantastic photos on the trip here."

"Hmm...touche! You'll have to show me." He let his hands drop to his sides as he looked over his shoulder. He looked back at you with a brow furrowed and gestured toward Bea at the reception. "You not checked in yet?"

"Not yet, Bay-Bea intercepted me before I could. She said she was going to check me in."

He nodded knowingly, smiling.

"Maybe you can tell me what Bea meant by my 'partner-in-crime' for the week?!" Joe raised an eyebrow and tried to avert his eyes.

"Mozzarella-" you said a little more aggressively than you intended.

"Ummm… Welll….uh," he stammered, scratching the back of his head. " Bea decided that all the bridesmaids and groomsmen are partnered together this week for various activities we have planned, and uh, Rami is your partner." He bit his lip, seemingly mulling over his own words. "Annnnnd now she's gonna kill me before we're even married because I wasn't supposed to tell you. And oh my GOD I do NOT wanna die yet."

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Bea's gentle touch on his back. Her hand remained there as she stood beside him, looking curiously between the two of you.

"Uh, babe?" She questioned softly, a small smile forming. "why are you going to die?!"

"Jesus woman!" He exhaled, staring down at her and draping his arm around her shoulders. "what have I said about sneaking up..."

"I wasn't sneaking!" Bea implored. "I was walking, it's not my fault you can't hear-"

You cut their bickering off with a deadpan,

"He told me what you meant about the whole partner-in-crime thing." That seemed to shut Bea up almost immediately, her attention solely on you and lips pursed into a tight line as you continued, "And I don't like it."

Bea side eyed a rather nervous looking Joe before her stern expression dropped. She let out a loud guffaw of laughter, proceeding to nuzzle her head into her fiance's chest. Joe looked just as confused as you were, offering you a shrug before welcoming Bea's affections by wrapping his arms around her.

"Y/N, it really wasn't meant to be a secret." Bea explained. "I just didn't want to tell you because you might have bailed on me or something. Everyone else knew except you." She looked down at her free hand, in which she held a room key. "By the way, this is for you." She held it out for you and you willingly took it. "Go have your nap but please be dressed nicely for dinner at 5 on the terrace. Oh, and you are in room 404."

She smiled brightly at you before looking up to Joe and groaning,

"And for the love of Goood, you and Joe need to take a chill pill, I'm the one supposed to be having fits of hysterics, being the bride and all..." she raised a brow.

"Fiiiine…" you sighed. "Drama Queen….but thanks for getting me checked in, I do appreciate it."

Unsettled by the bombshell that was partnering with Rami for the week, you made your way to the elevators, your mind fraught with memories of his persuasive charm and sharp wit.

Once you arrived at your floor, you made your way to your room. It was when you turned to close your door you caught a glimpse of a familiar mop of curls headed toward the elevator. Your breath hitched immediately, and your stomach flipped. You knew he was going to be here, so you shouldn't have been surprised, but actually seeing him again after all these years seemed kind of surreal.

He had been nothing but a figment of your memory for so long that he had become almost fictional - a two dimensional character who, constrained to your fading memories, you could justifyingly villainize. But now, he was here, in the flesh, walking so damn casually to the elevator, and looking so damn fine while doing it. Granted, you had only seen his back, but you had to admit, it was a nice one. As foolish as you felt your compulsion to run after him was, you couldn't help but feel it, simultaneously though, another part of you wanted to hide away in your room all week and never face him again. God, you had almost forgotten how easily he got under your skin.

After your much needed nap, you woke up feeling rested but rather annoyed at the cheerfulness of your alarm's ringtone. A moment of panic set in until your disoriented self remembered where you were, a feeling of dread following soon after.

Sitting up and stretching out your aching body, you realised that, as painful as it was to admit Joe was right - flying would have been a better idea. With your heart and mind set on a hot shower, you grabbed your toiletries and headed to the bathroom.

Once your shower was over, you decided that even though Bea had instructed you to dress nice, you really weren't in the mood for applying the makeup that 'dressing nice' entailed, so you simply pulled your hair into a messy bun and threw on your favorite little black dress and flats.

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your phone and room key and headed towards the terrace, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

It was as you bounded off the last step your body collided with that of someone stepping out of the elevator. You hit them with such force that, if they had not reflexively grabbed your shoulders, you would have fallen flat on your ass.

"Woah there!" A deep voice warned, strong hands gripping you tight as you almost tripped over your own shoes.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" You stammered, eyes on your stumbling feet.

"Haha, it's alright!"

There was a moment of silence as you looked up at the man before you, and it wasn't until you locked eyes that you realised you and your fellow collide-e weren't strangers. He may have noticeably more facial hair and laugh lines since you'd last seen him, but you'd recognise that face anywhere.

"Sami?" You spoke in near disbelief, a bright smile forming as your eyes searched his.

"...Y/N?" Sami seemed just shocked as you, his gaze falling to your body, his smile wide.

"Oh my god…" You gushed, one hand covering your mouth as the other instinctively reached out. "You're…you're a man now..."

You almost couldn't believe this man was once the 18 year old boy who'd graciously helped you out of the pool all those years ago.

Without hesitation you extended a finger to gently prod his now overgrown locks, earning a rather bemused chuckle from him.

"Haha!" Little creases formed around his eyes as he revelled in your apparent wonder of the aging process.

You must have looked like a fool standing there gawking at the man, but you just couldn't help it. He looked so different, so mature, and so damn fine.

God, if he looked this good, you dreaded thinking about what Rami looked like now, considering historically, he'd been the one to make your knees weak. Sure, you'd seen Rami on the silver screen, but you knew seeing his real, three dimensional face before you would be entirely different.

"And you are…" He started that sentence without seeming to consider where it may go, opting to punctuate it with a vague gesture to your body and stammered, "You, you look amazing!"

Thankfully, you were wrapped in his tight hug immediately after, so he wasn't able to see your now blushing cheeks.

When he pulled back, he returned your bright smile and asked,

"It's been so long! How have you been?"

Since finding out about Rami? Not so great honestly.

"I'm doing okay I suppose." You nodded, mirroring his long strides as he started walking. "Just working, and trying to find the time to do things I like, which y'know is hard when you work 96 hours a week."

"Woah!" He jerked back his head. " What do you do? If I remember correctly you always wanted to be a nurse."

"Yeah that's exactly what I do, but I'm considering going back to school to become a nurse practitioner."

"You should!" He implored.

"Yeah, we'll see. But what about you? Bea told me you're a teacher?"

"Yeah. It can be such a rewarding job, stressful, but rewarding. Kids can be sweet… sometimes." He rolled his eyes.

You chuckled,

"Haha, sounds just as rewarding as what I do."

A beat passed where you were just walking in silence, save for the sound of your footsteps clacking on the smooth floor.

"And how's your brother? I've seen some of his stuff. He's actually really talented, well I mean I've always known he was ridiculously talented but... I mean.. It's just... Anyway, I thought his portrayal of Freddie was incredible."

"Yeah, it was incredible. He's doing alright. If you remember anything positive about my brother then you know what my concerns are, when he works he really gives it his all and I'm just a little worried that he's gotten in over his head. He'd never admit it because he enjoys his work so much, but I think he sometimes over does it."

"Yes, I do vaguely recall how much effort he puts into his performances. I used to watch him study and would sometimes get roped into running lines with him. Hahahaha... I never was one for acting though."

"Yeah,” he threw back his head, letting out a soft chuckle as continued, “you were a terrible actress. But Rami, he always had the magic. He was actually reading over something for his latest project when I left him to come down here would you believe?."

“Yes. I thought I saw him earlier, but I wasn't sure. I'm surprised the fans haven't descended on him yet. So where exactly is he? I've been anxious to see him again after all these years. "

Anxious being the operative word.

"Oh trust me, his royal highness is probably still preening in the mirror, but he should down soon. He came down to the lobby earlier to talk to Joe but when he came back upstairs, he did mention that heard you'd arrived." he laughed.

"Oh, so he cares that I’ve arrived?" you pressed, raising a brow.

Sami just gave a nonchalant shrug, before responding,

"I don't know hun, but he seemed to be in good spirits after hearing you'd gotten here. He actually wanted to talk to you about something, but given what happened the last time you saw each other, I advised him that it wasn't a great idea."

"God Sami, I was so in love with him, and I just felt like such an idiot from the get go. It was painful how one-sided it ended up being. It took me a long time to move on. After Bea's party I went home and cried like the ridiculously hormonal teenager I was. I don't even want to talk about the failed dinner date fiasco."

"Trust me YN, it... It took him a while to get over what he did. My mom heard about it from Bea which is why he had to apologize to you. Though Bea and I did have bets placed on how badly you'd beat him up, kinda surprised that you didn’t actually."

You can't help but laugh at the memory of a very uncomfortable looking Rami standing in front of you in his mother's kitchen, while an audience of family and friends observed his sad attempt at an apology.

"Haha, Sami you are so right, Jesus, I wanted to smash his pretty face in. But.. I wasn't going to lash out in front of your mom, she's such an amazing woman. I wouldn't want to disappoint her by negatively overreacting to his sad attempt at an apology."

"Trust me, mom gave him a tongue lashing in both Arabic and English. It was... Well... I've never seen her get so upset at my brother over anything girl related before. Not like that anyway." Sami smirked at the memory.

"I am very sorry Sam."

He just laughed again,

"Don't apologize to me. It was far too entertaining."

By the time you two reached the terrace, the bride and groom were just sitting down, so you headed over to the table. Sami pulled your chair out for you and gestured for you to sit, so you took the offered seat. You smiled at him and gave him a thank you, before reaching for the menu. You were mentally debating between steak or chicken when you heard a slight commotion. You looked up in time to see Rami rushing towards table muttering his apologizes for being late.

"Always know how to make an entrance don't you bro." Sami cheekily noted.

"Yeah, yeah..." came Rami's rather cavalier response.

You couldn't help yourself so you chimed in,

"So his royal highness finally decided to grace us with his presence."

You could feel all eyes on you, some with their mouths agape, others just looked slightly shocked. Bea tried to hide her amused smile behind her wine glass and Joe straight out laughed,whether at you or whatever Bea whispered to him you weren’t sure. Rami didn't acknowledge your statement, so you continued on,

"Surprised to see you at all, and I'm even more surprised that you didn't drag your pretty little blonde here with you."

You didn't mean to be so rude, you really didn't, but for some inexplicable reason your brain and mouth couldn't stop spewing venom.

Sami nearly choked on his drink and Joe almost spit his out all over his amused fiancé.

"Oh shit Y/N...shots fired.." came Bea's quiet response, as she slowly took a sip of her wine, her eyes darting back and forth between you and Rami.

"Y/N, please reserve that whit of yours for stuff you actually understand." Rami deadpanned, sounding rather displeased with this topic of conversation. "I’m here now. I apologized for being late, and despite what you may think I was doing, I was actually on a conference call discussing an upcoming project.” He paused, doe eyes staring you down before he frowned and muttered,

“Though I'm not sure why you think I owe you any explanation at all...."

You couldn’t believe his candour, and jerked back your head as you spoke,

"Oh that's right, I forgot we’ve got a big shot Hollywood star with us. You know, winning an Oscar doesn’t give you the right to be a jerk." you spat, words sounding much more venomous than you intended.

"Rami. Y/N." Joe warned, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I can't believe that this is coming out of my mouth but please, children behave!"

You rolled your eyes, from a technical standpoint you did start it. You glanced back at your menu to continue your internal debate when you heard Rami's voice calling your name.

"Y/N?" Rami asked.

"Yes, Rami?" You avoided his stare, looking over the menu before you.

"Just wanted to say you look good all grown up, especially in that pretty little black dress." He spoke with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You laughed, knowing he was joking though you couldn't do anything to stop the blush that was spreading across your face - and chest. Feeling incredibly flustered even though you knew he didn't mean a word of it, you decided to respond as maturely as you could. Which apparently was as mature as twelve year old without parental supervision.

"Malek, eat shit." Came your smug response.

"Wow. And here I thought I was being nice giving you a compliment."

Staring him down, you spat,

"Yeah, I'd have believed you, maybe, if you weren't being so sarcastic. "

Before Rami could respond he was cut off by Bea,

"Awwww babe, aren't they cute? It seems as if they are on track for an epic love story like ours. You know guys, sometimes the best love stories start with a mutual hatred of each other. God, I absolutely hated Joe when I first met him and now I can't imagine my life without him."

Bea made googly eyes at Joe who just took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. His voice strained as smiled at her and spoke through mock tears,

“She hated me so much.”

This time it was you who nearly spit out your drink, and Rami nearly choked on the olive he had just popped into his mouth. A coughing fit came from him when Sami smacked his back to help him clear his throat.

"What's the matter Malek, can't handle a bit of teasing? " you stated mostly for the purposes of trying to rile him up a little more. God that man brings out the worst in you, and of course being the fully grown adult you are, you handle it with such great aplomb.

You couldn't hear his response but whatever he said made his brother's eyes go wide for a few moments and was quickly followed by the distinct sound of someone kicking someone under the table.

"Owww!" Rami murmured quietly as you observed him hunched over to rub at the sore spot on one of his gorgeous little chicken legs.

"Serves you right man. That was rude and wildly inappropriate." Sami huffed out of frustration while side eyeing his brother.

Rami smirked in response to his brother and winked at you when he realized you were openly staring at him.

“Just like all those years ago Y/N, it seems you still have a staring problem. I mean, I know I'm gorgeous, or whatever people call me these days, but girl… you just can't help yourself can you?" He teased, tone light and joking.

"Oh Jesus Christ Rami, what the hell?!" Sami scolded as he observed the hurt expression on your face.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes but, determined not to let the hurt and anger come spilling out in front of him, you grabbed your glass and take a deep pull of whatever liquid was in the cup.

You ended up tuning out the conversation for a while as you reminisced, getting lost in old memories of the four (sometimes five if Sami joined) members of your group doing various activities throughout your youth, smiling to yourself at the memories of his golden skin in the pool. He always did look amazing when he was wet.

Pulling yourself out of your "Rami-daze" you turn your attention back to the bride and groom. Seizing an opportunity in the lull of conversation you asked,

"Soooo… Mozzarella, what are these activities that I was hearing about earlier from Bay-Bea?"

Joe needed little prompting as he and Beatrice launched into the details of all the different things they had planned for the week leading up to their ceremony. So many activities and so little time, but you weren't going to complain. You know how much time and effort had gone into planning this. How many middle of the night frantic phone calls from Bea and Joe wanting your opinion on something or the other. Nobody was allowed to go to sleep until the crisis, whatever it was, had been resolved.

"So we are supposed to be up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for what reason?" asked Joe's best man and brother.

"It's a surprise!" Bea exclaimed.

"It's a no from me then." Joe's brother said.

"Oh please your ass can go back to bed after, it's only about an hour of your time." Joe deadpanned.

"Well I'm down for whatever it is." Sami assured.

"Thank you Sami-I appreciate the enthusiasm." Bea smiled.

"So Bea, this group is kind of small tonight, where is everyone?" you inquired.

"Everyone else will be coming in the next couple of days." Joe answered for her.

"What's the dress code for tomorrow morning's festivities?" Rami inquired.

"Comfortable. So no high heels, or mini dresses. I would suggest a light jacket or sweater since it's a little chilly first thing in the morning." Bea advised.

"Awwww Bay-Bea, but I was so totally planning on wearing my LBD and heels in the morning." Joe laughed out.

"Well, I’m not stopping you babe but, I meant more something along the style of casual gym attire." Bea smirked.

"Bold of you to assume that I don't wear mini dresses and heels to the gym." Rami joked.

The laughter that went around the table at Rami's joke eased the mood considerably and you couldn't help but laugh along with everyone else. Rami really was a funny guy.

"See Bay-Bea, Rami understands me." Joe chuckled.

"Fine. Wear what you want. Break an ankle or sustain any sort of injury and I will be pissed off Joseph. And for the love of God, you better not ruin any of my dresses in your attempt to be a clown." Bea scowled at him in her frustration.

Joe pouted and then leaned across the table toward you.

"Since I can't borrow Bea's, Princess can I borrow the black dress you're wearing tonight, for tomorrow morning?"

"Uhhh sure I guess Mozzarella. Not sure if it will fit you though, but I'd most certainly enjoy watching you try."

Joe dramatically clutched his chest .

"Gasssp are you? Are you calling me fat Y/N?!" he stuttered out so dramatically it would put any stage actor to shame.

"Oh stop it. Of course I'm not, it's just. You're taller than I am, and I don't want to see your twig and man berries falling out of my dress. Especially at the ass crack of dawn when I most likely haven't had my daily dose of caffeine yet. " you scoffed.

Bea literally spit out her wine all over the table, Rami choked on his tequila, Sami looked uncomfortable, and Joe's brother laughed so loudly it made you jump at the sudden loudness.

Joe pouted, but you knew it was all an act.

"I love you Joey baby. You're my squishy and I shall call you 'Squishy.'" Bea giggled as she poked Joe in the stomach.

"Bea, what did I say about pet names? " You gagged.

Joe looked so affronted,

"Babe.. Did you just? You just.. You called me fat?"

"No I called you my squishy." She retorted as she leant over to kiss his lips.

"Did you actually quote Finding Nemo Beatrice?" Rami asked.

"Indeed. A cinematic masterpiece. Fight me." Bea giggled again.

This caused another round of laughter to go around the table.

The waitress finally arrived to your table to take everyone's order. You couldn't help the random jealousy that was bubbling up in you as Rami seemed to openly and unashamedly flirt with her.

Once the waitress had everyone's order she disappeared and conversation resumed.

"So Joe, real quick question about the partnered activities, what if my partner isn't here yet?" his brother asked.

"If your partner is not available to assist you for any of the activities then we may have you grouped with another couple." Joe advised to the entirety of the dinner party.

"However, there will be no partner switching unless the activity calls for it." Joe continued as he addressed that last piece to you and Rami. You rolled your eyes in response and highly suspected that Rami was probably doing the same thing.

You barely heard any of the rest of the conversations because your mind was racing with thoughts of Rami. You had no clue where these thoughts were coming from and you weren't exactly pleased that they were occupying so much space in your brain. You cursed your brain and what you thought were long buried feelings you'd had for Rami.

You thought no one had noticed you staring at his reflection in the glass that was behind the opposite side of the table from you, until you noticed his eyes catch yours in the reflection. He gave you a smirk and attempted another wink, but boy, can he NOT wink properly. Still, you found it endearing and rather distracting.

"See something you like Y/N?" Rami suddenly spoke up, a little too loudly.

His voice broke your silent reverie and you almost jumped out of your skin. Feeling the eyes of everyone at the table back on you; your skin flushed a deep red in response. You were embarrassed for having gotten caught so you did the only thing you could think of in that moment; say something stupid.

"Awfully presumptuous of you to assume I was checking you out. I'm pretty sure I was staring at Sami's gorgeousness."

Ramis laugh was loud and infectious, Sami however, just cocked a brow and shook his head. .

"I know I'm gorgeous YN so thank you. I mean him and I are identical so wouldn't it be natural to just assume that I'd be considered as good looking as him?" Sami asks with a small smile and another casual shrug

"Without a doubt Sami, I think you are the better looking of the two of you actually. I mean Rami's smart but he memorizes words for a living, you Sami… you teach the words." you add, while watching Rami's mock outrage in the glass.

Rami opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly once he realized the waitress was headed toward the table. Actually all conversation ceased when the waitress arrived with everyone's food. The sight of her openly flirting with Rami made your stomach start to turn, especially when he was just as flirty back. It made your stomach feel uneasy but you decided to tuck into your overpriced steak with gusto. You rationalize the fact that he's famous so the attention he receives shouldn't be unexpected but you can't figure out where the jealousy was coming from. He doesn't owe you loyalty and you don't him so why the jealousy?

After dinner, a few people ordered dessert but your uneasy stomach wouldn't allow anything rich to settle. You sat back an observed the occupants of the dinner party. Rami was eating a slice of cheesecake, while Bea was silently enjoying her chocolate cake and simultaneously scowling at Joe who was eating ice cream of all things.

"Joseph I swear, if you forgot your pills I will be NOT be listening to you complain all night during your self induced suffering on the porcelain throne."

"It's alright baby, I promise, I took them already." he beamed at her.

You laughed a little too loudly thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed throughout the evening. Moments like these with Joe and Bea were so commonplace and had been happening since they started dating, what seems like a million years ago.

When the waitress came back to the table she handed everyone their individual bills but lingered near Rami. She smiled at him and tried to make casual conversation with him as he handed her his card. She frowned slightly but took it and walked around the table collecting everyone else's various forms of payment.

You noticed the slip sitting in front of Rami that was obviously from the waitress, it had a name and number scrawled in neat handwriting on it. The jealousy made your stomach ache and tears threaten to spill.

You pushed your chair back from the table quickly and took off back towards the elevator bank as fast as you possibly could. You could only pray to God that no one noticed the hot tears of jealousy that started to run down your face. You sure were glad you had decided to forgo makeup tonight but cursed your overly tired drunken brain and body.

Once you'd made it halfway to the elevators is when you remembered that you left your phone and room key on the table outside. No way in hell were you going back, but you angrily pressed the button to summon the elevator anyway.

"Well, shit." you muttered out loud.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a deep, familiar voice from behind you calling out your name.

"Y/N WAIT!!!"

You spun around to find Sami running toward you, holding your phone and key card in his hand.

"Hey, hun what's wrong?"

"Nothing other than the fact that I'm drunk, stupid and seriously jealous! ”

"Jealous? Of who? The waitress? If that's the case you don't need to be. Rami usually throws them away or puts them, oh God, he'd kill me for telling you this. But he puts some of them in a scrapbook. Once it's full he puts it away. It's weird, but I promise you, he NEVER calls them."

" Sure. Whatever. It's not like he owes me anything. You don't have to tell me all his secrets. I should have expected it since he is super famous now. I am also feeling guilty because I've handled the majority of this evening very poorly; no excuse for how much of a bitch I've been to him." You reasoned.

"He actually wanted to come and apologize to you for goading you all night, but I wouldn't let him. You know my brother better than you think you do, you understand that he's a really good guy. Even as kids though, Y/N, something about you brings out the best and worst in him. For all his intelligence sometimes my brother is a full fledged idiot. His observation skills are excellent unless it's you."

" I remember. I know. Jesus, I just… Ugh. I just.. Fuck Sami, I don't even.." you struggle to find the words you want to say but something about the look on Sami's face tell you that he can understand what you're trying and failing to communicate.

He just offers you a warm hug and a smile.

"It's alright YN. Oh, Bea and Joe were also really concerned for you after your abrupt departure, what do you want me to tell everyone?"

"Thanks Sami, I appreciate this. Just tell them I have a migraine and needed to lie down for a bit. Really Sami, thank you."

"You're very welcome and for the record he actually just burns the scrapbooks once they are full."

You can't help the giggle that comes out of you, because the thought of Rami having scrapbooks full of random phone numbers is hilarious, but the fact that he burns them; it's such a silly thing.

"Sam, I want to believe you about your brother, I just… Yeah… I just… Yeah… Pretty sure that he doesn't truly care, I don't think he ever did.I mean maybe it's the alcohol talking here but it's stupid to hold on to something for twenty years, isn't it? I don't truly believe he ever gave a shit about me. I have told myself he just wanted to pull a prank and I was obviously the easiest target."

Sami opened his mouth to say something at the exact moment a soft ding rang out and the doors to the elevator opened with a metallic whoosh. You stood slightly off to the side to allow the previous occupants to exit before stepping inside.

"Goodnight Sami." You smiled weakly at him.

"Goodnight Y/N."

He opened his mouth to say something, again, but the doors closed with a thud before he could get a word out.

"He likes you more than you can possibly understand." Sami muttered to himself as he began the walk back towards the dinner party.

Once the elevator stopped on your floor, you let out a frustrated sigh. For some reason you really wanted to cry. Something about Rami has always drawn you to him, like a moth to a flame, yet also made you despise him at the same time, and you've never understood why.

Once back in your room you threw yourself onto the bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You laid there staring at the ceiling for a while before drifting off to sleep because when you opened your eyes again it was pitch dark outside and in your room. You couldn't get over the overwhelming feelings of frustration, so you got up and headed out to your balcony. Maybe some fresh air would help.

"Why do I feel cursed?" You pondered out loud, to no one.

"Ever thought that maybe you are?" Came a familiar deep drawling voice on the balcony next door.

Your head whipped around to find Rami casually leaning against the railing of his balcony smoking a cigarette looking, quite frankly, like… sex on legs. The dim light of the balcony cast a halo around his curls. You smiled to yourself at how devilishly handsome he looked in that moment. It should be a sin to look so good, his shirt was completely unbuttoned, untucked and the belt missing from his pants. A cigarette hung from his soft lips as he stared at you, half lidded eyes glistening in the moonlight. You wanted to jump across the balcony and beg him to ravish you like some character from a cheesy Harlequin historical romance. For a moment your eyes meet his and he gave another one of his famous smirks that left your knees weak. You caught sight of his beautiful hands holding his cigarette as he took another drag and then slowly exhaled the gray smoke into the night sky. You shake your head and avert your gaze skyward, trying to empty your head of that particular line of thinking.

"I know I am." He spoke softly.

"Curses are nonsense, superstition and I personally don't believe in them at all."

"Maybe you should start Y/N. In the belief of curses you may find some answers that you may never have believed you were looking for. "

"Why would I do that? And what mystical answers do you think I may possibly be looking for?"

"Maybe there are forces in play that you don't understand. That hell, most of us don't understand. But don't discount the power of believing and the power of a kind of magic. You ever have that feel like you're drawn to someone but can't understand why?"

"Now you are talking absolute crazy Rami. Maybe the answer lies in a simple truth. Attraction. Want. Need. I don't know. Maybe it's just the brain tricking you into believing an illusion. Maybe the answer is just lust." you stated before heading back into your room and slamming the balcony door shut a little more forcefully than intended.

"Oh Y/N, if only you knew. You're my curse as I am yours." Rami quietly uttered before tossing the remainder of his cigarette into the makeshift ashtray on the patio table.

You threw yourself back down onto your bed with a heavy sigh. You had no idea how Rami could go from being a complete prick to whatever that hell that just was; shaking your head because he actually wasn't being a prick, he was just being Rami. You tried to turn on the TV for whatever late night bullshit would be playing but found nothing satisfactory. You picked up your phone and tried scrolling through your various social media apps but still nothing caught your interest. Your mind was swirling with too many thoughts that were leaving you feeling a number of ways. God, how can that man leave you feeling so irritated and horny at the same time?

Deciding to give up on trying to distract yourself, you aimed for sleep. With your mind still swirling with visions of Rami looking like a disheveled sex God, along with thoughts of curses, sleep managed to find you all too easily. You gave into the tug willingly as you felt yourself go under its spell.

Two days since the unexpected happened and here you were about to make love to him for the first time. Two days since you were told the story of his family curse, which isn't really a curse to you, more of a blessing. And two days of being invisibly tied to the man you've known since you had turned eighteen, was the only man you've ever wanted.

Warm and safe, with your hand still stuck in your soon to be lovers as he gently guides you down onto his bed. Fear, excitement, and lust coursing through your body, you can't wait for what's to come. It had been a long two days of preparing for this exact moment.The moment of complete soul bonding. The moment when both of you would finally be able to physically claim each other as your own, which would release your temporary invisible bindings, but would leave a permanent physical mark as a reminder as well as the permanent markings on your souls.

You look up into those beautiful eyes of his, darkened with lust in the low light of his bedchamber. His olive skin appearing a glowing gold as he positioned himself between your thighs.

"I've never done this before." you murmured, heart pounding with excitement and nervousness.

"I know Y/N, but I would never intentionally hurt you. You are my soulmate, the one made just for me just as I was for you."

"I love you, I have my whole life even if I never understood it, please just love me now." You begged, as you felt his hard member against your thigh.

"Always." He moaned out as he slowly pushed into you.

You cried out at the sudden burning, stretching pain that shot through you, but once he was fully inside of you; his hips stilled waiting for you to get used to the feel of him for the first time. After a few moments the painful feeling passed and feeling brave you bucked your hips against his as you moaned at the sudden pleasure the movement brought.

"Oh my love you feel so good." he murmured against your neck as he slowly began to move, his damp curls clinging to his forehead.

If you hadn't been unable to use your hands because they were still locked together, you would have clawed at his back urging him to continue moving.

"Please. Please. Love me." you whined out, your eyes meeting his.

Your lips crashed together with a passion you've only heard whispers of until now.

You wrapped your legs around his waist which changed the position of your hips into one allowing him deeper access to all of you. You were panting and moaning with every movement of his hips against yours, and it wasn't long before you felt an unfamiliar feeling beginning to form in your belly. Before you could register what was happening, you were seeing stars as you began screaming out his name.

"Oh my love. My love. I love you, I love you, I love you." He cried out before you felt his hot seed painting your inner walls.

It was shortly after that you realized that you were able to pull your hands apart, but you both chose not to. Instead, you chose to stay as you were, all wrapped up in skin.

"I love you Y/N. I have for years and will always. When our time on this earth ends just know my soul will always find yours in every life after this one."

You smiled against his warm skin as you readjusted your positions in bed, never letting go of each other's hands.

"I love you too. Forever and always."

You awoke with a start, heart pounding and with a dull aching wet feeling between your thighs. Awareness of your surroundings left you feeling confused momentarily as you had just been in some ancient place that you were unfamiliar with. You could still smell the incense, fire, and sweat mingled with the unmistakable scent of sex. Hell, if you were honest you could almost still feel your dream lovers cum between your legs, slicking your thighs and the weight of his body still on top of yours.

Confusion wracked your brain at the realization that the man who had just made love to you in your dream, you were more than certain was Rami. The thought was a little disconcerting, especially because you've never recalled ever having a wet dream like that before. Everything felt so vivid and real.

This isn't the first time you've a Rami centric dream, for as long as you could remember, at least once a year you've had vivid dreams where he was the main star. Your Rami dreams only became more intense after your eighteenth birthday.

Feeling restless you decided to take a shower and afterwards decided to go for a little walk in the gardens of the hotel. Once again you felt like a little fresh air might help you clear your head.

THE PRESENT

"Rami, seriously what the hell is going on? What do you mean 'I'm stuck with you'?" the tears that had formed moments ago began to fall down your cheeks.

You look back and forth between the two brothers, neither willing to meet your gaze.

"Sami why do your brother and I need to talk? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE START GIVING ME SOME INFORMATION NOWWWW!" you yelled through the tears.

Rami tried to pull you into a hug to offer comfort but you pushed him away. He chuckles again before quietly suggesting that the two of you go into one of your rooms. You nodded slowly in understanding before reaching into your bra with your free hand to remove your card key.

"Hey you two just remember that if you need some more information mom's room is just down the hall. You could always go talk to her." Sami states.

"Not now Sam, it's almost two in the morning but if Y/N has further questions we'll go talk to her. I'm pretty sure that I know all the pertinent information. You should try and get more sleep we'll see you in the morning." Rami addressed his brother, before following you into your room.

As soon as the door slammed shut, you whirled around on Rami aggressively,

" Look, I'm fucking tired and I'm irritated so just tell me why the fuck my hand is stuck in yours!"

"This isn't a quick story Y/N, it is going to take some time to tell, and you may have additional questions. So, you might want to try to get comfortable."

"No! Not until you give me some answers! Fuck, just.. just give me the cliff notes version then..." you demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Short version Y/N, I'm your soulmate and you are mine. Remember when I told you earlier that I was cursed?"

You nod for a moment, recalling the details of the conversation that happened a few short hours ago. The confusion must have been evident on your face because Rami reached up to cup your cheek. You pushed him away just as a laughing fit hit you.

"Insanity. That's what this is, it's insanity. Jesus, I'm losing my fucking mind. If I pinch myself I'll wake up from this-this whatever the hell this is." You laughed out, unable to hold back, the laughter not subsiding until your sides hurt and tears were streaming down your face.

Once you calmed down from your laughing fit, you looked up at Rami's face and found it looking rather serious.

"Rami please tell me this is a joke?!"

"No. This is not a joke. I wanted to tell you about this before we found ourselves in this situation, but, here we are. Y/N, this is in fact very real. You need to listen to me now, because if certain things don't happen within a certain time period, one or both of us may die. This is a curse that has plagued my family for thousands of years."

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Melbourne, An Interlude

Summary: Merriell “Snafu” Shelton is on leave in Australia and meets a girl who, in quite a twist for Merriell, ends up charming the pants off of him. I was inspired by @rami-hoe and their story, The Soldier and the Nurse, because it was written in Snaf’s first person POV.

I am experimenting with this whole first person POV thing, so I keep Snaf’s thoughts in a slight version of his accent—this might be annoying af and not work at all :/ Feedback welcome! This is also my first piece on here with an OFC instead of a reader insert. I still tried to keep her vague-ish, but I wanted to do something different : )

This story will be two parts because I no longer seem to be able to write a one-shot to save my life.

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Warnings: language, racial slur against the Japanese in accordance with the time period, and lots of sex stuff, so no under 18s, please!

If Guadalcanal was anythin’ to indicate what else was comin,’ I was gonna make the most of my time here in Melbourne. I was one of the lucky ones without malaria, but I was skinnier than I’d eva been and it was provin’ to be difficult to keep food in me long enough to actually fix my malnourishment.

What I can tell ya was takin’ a shower without a gun within arm’s length, without the fear of havin’ a shell dropped on ya naked ass, was next to feelin’ like god himself was wrappin’ ya up in a hug made out of warm rainwater.

It took a few days of eatin’ a little here and there and a whole lotta sleep for my nerves to relax. After a few meals dat finally settled well and sleepin’ for damn near 36 hours, I was ready to go out and find a drink, and I more than hoped not to spend anotha night alone on a fuckin’ cot in dat stadium.

First night out, I drank five glasses of whiskey and ended up stumblin’ around, gettin’ lost—I used to be able to drink a hell of a lot more than dat. I ended up runnin’ smack inta a gaggle of girls, gigglin’ and chatterin’ as dey were headin’ into the bar I just left.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t care which one said yes—so I took my shot, hopin’ I’d come across as charmin’ to at least one of em. I smiled a lot because I knew girls liked it when I did, and I ran a hand through my hair, short because it had just been cut, tryin’ to look just a little innocent and tryin’ to not sound as drunk as I was.

Her name was somethin’ like Stella or Bella, and I’m pretty sure she was a decent lookin’ girl. She took me back to the place she shared with her sister, and while she was shy at first, she opened up once the lights were out. I tried my best to get her to leave a little light on because I spent enough time in the black of night, not able to even see my own dick in my hand when takin’ a piss. But she was too shy for dat.

I took my time, drunk as I was, and made sure she was ready for me. I wasn’t ‘bout to do somethin’ stupid to start off my leave and maybe she’d be the only girl I’d end up gettin’. I wanted her to remember a good enough time.

The sex was . . . sex. She was a little quiet, a little soft. She kept her hands at her sides, clutchin’ at the sheets on occasion as she laid under me. I eventually gave up on askin’ her what she liked, how she wanted to be touched, because she just giggled and shook her head. I liked it betta when a girl let loose, when she let me know it felt good, too.

I came, pullin’ out even though I was wearin’ a rubber. Unlike a lot of my buddies, I paid damn close attention to those fuckin’ VD movies dey showed us. Right before we shipped out, a kid I knew from trainin’ camp got the clap. Sometimes, when I think ‘bout just slippin’ in to a woman, I remember what his fuckin’ dick looked like and I spend the thirty seconds lubin’ and wrappin’ up with one of the rubber kits the officers give out like candy. I wasn’t gonna spend half my leave vistin’ a Pro Station, or worse, laid up in the hospital with my cock on fire.

Once somethin’-ella was asleep, I tried to leave, quiet as possible. The damn MPs were still up everyone’s assholes, and I didn’t wanna be put in a cage. But on my way out, I ran into her sister and her name sounded somethin’ like Stella or Bella, too. She wasn’t quite as good lookin’ as her sister, but at least she wasn’t shy.

Honestly, I was just engagin’ in small talk, tryin’ to leave, but before I knew it, I found myself, naked and sprawled out on Stella/Bella #2’s bed with her bouncin’ on my cock like she’d been born to do it. Unlike her sis, she really didn’t need my help to come, and I actually was a little taken aback when ‘bout two minutes in she started screamin’ like a banshee, shakin’ and comin’ undone on top of me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her warmth, the sweet smell of sex mixin’ with whateva clean soap she had used, until I found myself comin’ for her, just like I did for her sister.

This one was more difficult to get away from, her limbs all tangled with mine and I wasn’t ready for dat—for feelin’ like I couldn’t move. It was way too much like sittin’ in a foxhole up to ya asshole in mud, tangled with ya weapon and ya gear and leanin’ against a buddy.

I relied on instinct and stayed real still, laborin’ my breathin’ like I was asleep and sure enough, she drifted off, snorin’ her head off.

I detangled myself and got outta there. I’d come enough to be a little more sober, so I snuck a glass of water before headin’ out, hopin’ I’d be able to find my way back to base unnoticed.

* * * * *

The next few weeks proceeded in much the same fashion. Drinkin’, smokin’, a little gamblin’, and closin’ out the night by finding some sweet thing to bed down. I was the happiest I’d been in a long time and even though the threat of drills and trainin’ was kept loomin’ ova our heads, I didn’t mind. Nothin’ here would eva be as bad as what was ova there.

Like I said, I was content with my days and nights and believed it would be how’d I’d spend my time in Melbourne until I saw her.

I was playin’ a game of cards with a few of my buddies, a cigarette danglin’ from my lips, the smoke waftin’ up in a thick stream when I glanced up at a loud guffaw of laughter comin’ from a few tables ova. I reached up to lower my cigarette, and when I found the source of the laughter, I saw the sexiest woman I had eva laid my damn eyes on.

She was surrounded by a group of marines I didn’t know, probably from the 7th Division. Her laughter had them captivated, and her glass of beer was—goddamn, she was drinkin’ beer like she’d been doin’ it her whole life. Her lips fit sensuously ova the thick rim of the mug, and the way she licked the little bit of liquid from her upper lip after a long draught, not just a sip, but a real drink, made me shift in my chair.

I had to know her—fuck sleepin’ with her; I just needed to be near her.

I bowed out of the game, the guys givin’ me major shit as I walked toward her table, all of them turnin’ to see if I’d make an asshole of myself.

When I stopped in front of the table, the conversation barely paused, even though she noticed me immediately and shot me a smirk, her pink lips glistenin’.

“Hi ya,” I said loud enough to turn all their attention. “Name’s Merriell Shelton, 1st Marines Division, and I’d love to buy ya a drink.”

The woman raised her eyebrow, her smirk still planted on her lips. The marines around her laughed and told me to fuck off, albeit with more polite words since dey were in front of the lady.

“As you can see Merriell Shelton, I don’t have a shortage of marines to buy me a drink. What makes your offer so special?”

American. I wasn’t expectin’ dat. Her response made it clear she was bein’ coquettish. Her tone was teasin’ and her eyes were shinin’ with a wickedness I had never seen in a woman’s eye before. It only made her more appealin’ and only made me more determined to shut the other guys up who had started laughin’ at her response, tellin’ me to keep movin.’

“Well, my offer is different, Miss, because dat’s all I want,” I said.

The marines shifted in their seats, clearly annoyed, until one of em I hadn’t seen earlier, guffawed. It was a guy in my company named James Haneson, but everyone called him Hollywood because he had movie-star good looks and wore sunglasses every chance he got. In fact, even though it was night, he had ‘em on now.

“Sure, Snafu. You’ve been with a different girl every night since we got here. Remember those sisters? Or were you just full of shit?” Hollywood said, his white teeth glitterin’ as he laughed while the othas joined in. Because I knew him, I caught the edge in his tone. He was sendin’ a clear signal, but I wasn’t ‘bout to let him win without a fight.

Still wearin’ a grin I considered to be charmin, I retorted, “I neva’ said I been a saint. All I want is to buy a drink for the most beautiful woman I eva seen who also happens to be able to drink betta than about half the men in my company.”

The woman laughed at dat, a throaty, deep laugh I felt run straight through body, like I got a good jolt from a bad wire.

“Well, gents,” she said lookin’ all ‘round her circle of admirers and fixin’ em with a sad little downturn of her mouth, which was surely negated by the wicked look in her eyes. “How can a gal refuse such a reasonable request?”

The guys all protested, Hollywood even reached out to take hold of her elbow, but she slid out of her chair and her linked her arm in mine.

“I’ll see you boys soon,” she said as she reached across the table to drink down the last of her beer.

“Wait, Kathryn! Are you gonna come back to this bar or will you be at the one ‘cross the street?”

“Or the club down on Main?”

“Or—”

Kathryn cut them off with a wink, statin’, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see!”

Then, she turned to me and whispered, “Let’s get out of here before they stop being so amiable.”

“Kathryn! Where ya goin’? You promised to have a drink with me tonight,” an Aussie marine who was at least three times my size and looked to be more mountain than man said as we whirred by him, Kathryn callin’ out her response ova her shoulder.

“Now, I know that isn’t true because I never make promises to soldiers, Roger! Catch ya around!”

As we exited the bar, Kathryn leaned into me to make way for a group of people headin’ in and she whispered right in my ear, “I took him home night before last and he came on my thighs before he even got my panties off.”

I laughed, goddamn did I laugh! She was sexy and had a mouth on her dat woulda made most men blush.

She continued to lean into me, and when I turned to look at her, her eyes were on my face and she was grinnin’.

“That was a good reaction. You see, I was testing you, Mr. Shelton, and you passed. Shall we have that drink now?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said returnin’ her dazzlin’ smile.

“I know a place that isn’t quite so inundated with, well, your lot.”

I let her lead me through the streets, happy she kept her arm linked with mine. She smelled like perfume, a familiar scent dat reminded me of the little purple sweet violets my granmama grew. Perfume was a luxury now, so I figured with the way she spoke and dressed she was from money. Girls with the kinda confidence Kathryn had were used to havin’ things at their disposal.

As we walked, she pointed out various places and named them, tellin’ me whether dey was worth vistin’ or if dey’d charge ya double.

“How do ya know so much if ya American?” I asked, no longer able to keep my curiosity from climbin’ out the bag.

“Well, my father is Australian. He met my mother while he was at University in the States. We always spend Christmas here with my grandparents, but since the war, I haven’t felt much like going back to my studies. I work in the shipyard now as a welder.”

I actually stopped in my tracks. I was expectin’ maybe a Red Cross volunteer or a nurse, but a welder, huh.

Kathryn let go of my arm and pulled off her glove, holdin’ up her hand and tellin’ me to feel it.

I reached out and ran my own calloused fingers ova her’s and across her calloused palm.

“You really are somethin’, ma’am,” I said, not botherin’ to hide the awe in my voice.

“I guess we haven’t been properly introduced—I’m Kathryn Taylor,” she said as she held out her ungloved hand to me.

“Merriell Shelton. Pleasure to officially meet ya,” I said as I enveloped her hand in mine, admirin’ the strength in her grip.

“Come on, Merriell. We’re almost to Smithy’s.”

We turned a corner and after walkin’ a few more feet, Kathryn took my hand in her once-more gloved hand and lead me down what seemed like a never-endin’, near pitch-black alley. She made a sharp turn left and then a right before we were brought to a buildin’ dat looked just like any otha bar in Melbourne, except the accents from the patrons out on the patio were all Aussie.

“Kathryn! Good to see you, luv,” the man at the door said. “And who’s this?”

“My friend, Merriell Shelton. He passed my test, Joe,” Kathryn said with a wink.

The man called Joe chuckled and clapped me on the back, however, his next words were anythin’ but friendly.

“Start any shit in there, mate, and your MPs will be the least of your concern, clear?”

“Clear,” I said with an affirmative nod.

I followed Kathryn in and got a fair share of stares, but no one seemed to pay us much mind once we slid into a little booth in the very back.

“Drinks are on me,” Kathryn said as she fished around in her little bag.

“Oh, no ma’am. I invited you—”

“Merriell. You fought. You lived. You’ll be off to fight again. I’m not the one risking my life on those godforsaken islands. The absolute least I can do is buy you a drink,” Kathryn said with finality as she slid from the booth and strode away—at least before stopping on her heel and doing a rather impressive about-face.

“I forgot to ask what you wanted,” she said with a quizzical look on her face as she stood in front of me.

I had to laugh. I didn’t think I’d eva met a woman who made me laugh as much as I had in such a short while.

“I like whiskey,” I said.

“You’ll get the finest in the house,” she said, smiling again before she turned and took off for the crowded bar.

I took a lot of pleasure in watchin’ her walk away. Her blue dress clung to her backside like it was made for the sole purpose of drivin’ a man wild.

When Kathryn returned, she had two large glasses of beer and two glasses of whiskey.

“Figured it’d be awhile before they’d make room for me at the bar again,” she said as she scooted a beer and a whiskey to my side of the table.

I thanked her and took a sip of the whiskey. It was damn smooth, so smooth I was sure I’d never tasted anythin’ like it before.

Kathryn also took a sip and thought for a moment before sayin’, “I think it has a nutty taste. Definitely not floral, not woody.”

I shrugged my shoulders at her, not sure what else to say.

“It’s my dad’s and my granddad’s favorite. I’ve been sneaking sips since I was a little girl,” Kathryn said as she slid her glass toward me. “However, I really don’t like it at all.”

I laughed again, a quiet chuckle of surprise because I wasn’t eva sure what was gonna come out of her mouth next.

“Where are you from, Merriell? Your accent is . . . sexy,” she said, pausin’ to either add emphasis or because she might’ve finally felt a little shy.

“I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana.”

“New—Naw Orlens. No. New Or-lins. How’d I do?”

“Not too bad,” I said with a chuckle. “Just don’t eva go full yank on me and say New Orleeens,” I said, draggin’ my e’s out to create dat sound I absolutely hated.

Kathryn giggled and said, “Point taken. I never want to hear you make that terrible noise again.”

We both smiled at each other, and even though the night was still young, I wished it would neva end.

Talkin’ to Kathryn was the easiest thing I’d eva done. She didn’t ask about the war, so I got to enjoy not talkin’ about it. After a few more hours and several more drinks, I learned about her childhood, her schoolin’, and her life here with her grandparents. In turn, I opened up to her about home, growin’ up and not always havin’ money but how my granmama made sure us kids neva went hungry.

I could tell I was feelin’ the effects of the whiskey and Kathryn could, too. Like everyone who wasn’t Cajun, she said my accent was takin’ up ‘more space in my mouth’ as she put it.

“But it’s still so sexy,” she said, this time bold as brass.

“I’m convinced dat nut’in on dis earth is sexy as you, darlin’,” I said, shooting her what I hoped was one of my best grins.

“You know, I’ve never met anyone with eyes more beautiful than yours. They can’t lie, Merriell. Did you know that? I’ve been testing you all night,” Kathryn said with seriousness, except I couldn’t help grinnin’ at her slurred speech.

I was a little taken aback at the compliment, though, and told her so.

“Nobody’s eva told me dat ‘bout ma eyes. Usually, dey just call me . . . unnervin’ or some shit,” I said with a nervous laugh. I had never confessed dat it bothered me to anyone.

Kathryn narrowed her eyes, takin’ her time to formulate her response.

“Prolly because you can see right the fuck through people—just like you did with, oh, what’s his name back at the bar . . . Hollywood! People want to feel like they’re special, like they’re some kinda enigma that can’t be solved. But you, Mer, you just cut right through their bullshit.”

“I’ve neva wanted ta kiss someone more dan I wanna kiss ya right now,” I said, leanin’ on the table, my fingers dancin’ ‘round the glass dat was between em.

Kathryn sat straight up and looked like I’d dumped a gallon of ice-water ova her head. I was confused enough to start to apologize for bein’ forward, but she cut me off.

She locked her eyes on mine and said, “No. When we kiss, it’ll be something that you remember for the rest of your life, not a stolen press of the lips or dart of the tongue in a back-alley bar. You deserve something more than that, Merriell.”

No woman like Kathryn had eva said anythin’ like dat to me. In fact, no woman had eva said anythin’ like dat to me. I was a lotta things, a whole lotta things, but this girl seemed to deem me worthy of far more than I eva imagined for myself.

We were both disappointed when the bartender announced last call. It was near 3 am, but I neva felt more awake; it felt like the fuckin’ Japs were a million miles away on their own stinkhole of an island, mindin’ their own goddamn business and dey had decided to keep it dat way.

“Guess I outta let you get back before they send the MPs after you,” Kathryn said, her eyes a little glassy as she smiled at me.

“Nah—da officers quit checkin’ up dat closely on us. All it takes is a few favors and ya safe from dem assholes.”

Like I was discoverin’ she was prone to do, Kathryn grew serious and changed the topic on me.

“I’m looking for something, Mer. I’m just not sure what it is yet, but I do know that I’ve never found it.”

I smiled at her, puzziln’ a little ova what she said.

“I dunno if I’ve got anythin’ dat interstin’ for ya, but I would sure would like to see ya again.”

“Done,” she said, pullin’ a little notepad and a pen from her purse. She scribbled an address on it and reached ova to tuck it snug into my shirt pocket.

She had put her gloves back on and reached up to cup the side of my face. I leaned inta her touch and closed my eyes, savorin’ her gentleness. She slid her gloved thumb ova my lips, pressin’ just a little on the bottom one. I opened my eyes and we just stood there for what felt like a lifetime, lookin’ at each other.

She shook her head, and pulled away, sayin’, “I’ll make sure you get on the right tram. Come on.”

Kathryn took off down the dark alley, and I followed her, thinkin’ there was a good chance I’d follow her anywhere.

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I dare u to do all of these!!

☝ - How tall are you?

5′4″-5′6″?? idk really✔ - Sexual Orientation

Panromantic asexual if we’re getting into the specifics. gay if we’re not🚬 - Do you Smoke?

no bitch im 15

🍷 - Do you Drink?

nah again am 15

♒ - Do you Take Drugs?

bitch do i look like?? asdfhgas am 15!!

😳 - Age you get mistaken for?

like 10 ahsfdhga💉 - Have Tattoos?

no…✏️ - Want any tattoos?

yeah!!! i dont know any specifics but i want one or two

✂️ - Got any Piercings?

nah ✌ - Want any piercings?

yeah i do!! theyre called like a double ear peircing or smtn?? idk 👌 - Best friend?

all of my mutuals 💖💖💖♥ - Do you like anyone?

like, as in a crush??? rn it’s only michael myers afsdjagsd🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?

mother mother, tally hall,the red paintings, gorillaz and ghinzu🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs?

Ibeyi - River, chris garneau - love zombies, tally hall - fate of the stars, mother mother - Born in a flash and Ghinzu - dragster wave!!!

😒 - Biggest pet peeve?

being asked a lot of questions ahsfdgs (ofc i dont mean like this,, i’m talking about having to explain every single thing i do)📝 - Story from your childhood.

I once naruto ran into my couch and broke my nose lmao💬 - I wish…

I wish I could be stronger, to protect my siblings.‼️ - Something you’ll change?

How pathetic i feel hopefully…💦 - What makes you horny?

uhhh bitch??? masks i guess ashfdgahsd🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for?

The ability to shapeshift???🔥 - Something spicy you like?

jalapenos?? i dont like the texture but the taste is muy bien👃 You hate the smell of ….

incense, sage and things that spell very strongly or chemically??👊 - Something you hate?

people who can’t mind their own fucking business :) (dont worry this is about my parents adgajhsd)🚶 - Are you single?

Single as a stick baybe!! I’m just lookin’ for someone to love,,,💬 - Can we text?

I prefer to talk on like discord or tumblr message bc i dont want to have to worry about my parents finding out that i’m talking to people online💌 - Fan mail me?

Idk who you are but i love you boo 😘😘 you’re prob the best person ever so!!💍 - Marry me?

*gets down on one knee* yes babe i will marry you!! ( this makes no sense but agsfdasdj)💘 - Be my tumblr crush?

anything for you 😘😘😘💭 - Favorite foods?

Pizza!! and bottlecaps and anything cruncky!!☀ - Story about your day.

actually a pretty bad day but :))) its okay!!💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes?

Mads Mikkelsen, Jeff Goldblum, Christian Slater, Rami Malek and Winona Ryder!!🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies?

Halloween (1978), halloween 4, They’re watching,Verónica and The nightmare before christmas!!📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows?

Criminal minds, The blacklist, Law and order: special victims unit, Hannibal and The x flies✏ - Random fact about yourself.

Im g a y ✈️ - Where are you from?

The U S of A babey!!!🚀 - Where do you wanna visit?

Japan, germany, new york and texas !!

😍 - Do you have a crush?

Yeah and it’s Michael myers, unfortunately…😷 - Something you hate eating?

Tomatoes!! and lettuce!! gross and bad🙈 - What makes you shy?

Being complimented!! i love ya’ll i just get super red super quick :)💃 - Can you dance?

No!! i cant. thanks :)💏 - Do you love anyone?

I love a Lot of people. 👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear?

My high top converse babey!!🌴 - A island you would visit?

Hawaii🌎 - A country you would visit?

Japan!! germany!! 🌀 - Favorite type of weather?

Cold but not too cold🔮 - Do you believe in luck?

Sometimes, when i’m lucky!!! (get it????)📱 - What kinda phone do you have?

idk what it is Exactly but its an old ass android!!📅 - Favorite time of the year?

Winter and fall!!📚 - Career goal you want?

i dont even know man🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat?

Anything cruncky!!!🍭 - Favorite Candy?

Bottle caps, peanut m&ms🍇 - Favorite fruits?

Apple?? idk im not very fond of them afshgdhasd🚘 - Dream car(s)?

a 1965 black ford mustang!!🚔 - Have you ever been arrested?

nah am good boy 🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before?

yeah i have when i was like 5?? i had some weird cough thing that made me not breath so,,🎫 - Do you have a license?

no i dont🚼 - Do you have or want kids?

I have an extreme fear of becoming like my parent’s so its fair to say that i dont want them!! 🔞 - Are you under 18?

Yeah babe i’m 15!!🐶 - Do you own a pet?

No :(( i want them so much asgfdjh😔 - Something that makes you sad?

that there are people out there that genuinely think that it’s their kids fault that they hit em😡 - What pisses you off?

Abusers😏 - What turns you on?

Masks :))😈 - Are you a freak?

I mean, i’m a bit strange, perhaps downright weird sometimes, but a freak?? i think that’s going to far.💪 - Do you work out?

Nah :(

Thank you for the ask!!

#this took me so long im #sgfdasjhd #leo answers #thanks you btw!!#it was fun

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❛ GET TO KNOW ABC’S : MUN EDITION.

a . age: 19 b . birthplace: nc, usa. c . current time: 1:05 PM d . drink you had last: ...... water, i think ? e . easiest person(s) to talk to: my fuckin baby @funghouled & @joneshead ofc ! f . favorite song(s): uhhhHHHHHHHhhhhHHHH..... guillotine or morning in america by jon bellion bc both remind me of different aspects of riverdale lmao h . horror yes or horror no: horror ALWAYS. i . in love ?: hell yea hell yeAH j . jealous of people: yea lmao it’s a problem but i’m working on it ! k . killed someone: with my good looks? hella. actually? nah ! l . love at first sight or should i walk by again ?: depends on the person. m . middle name: ann n . number of siblings: 2 o . one wish: for fp to be out of jail q . question you’re always asked: are you okay? -- either literally or figuratively LMAO r . reason(s) to smile: animals, rami malek, food, my love, my friends, my family. s . song you sang last: the imperial march from star wars w my mom as we looked at matching pjs (which we got btw) t . top 3 fictional characters: joSHUA EUGENE WASHINGTON, forsythe pendleton jones the second, betty cooper u . underwear & color: grey hipster briefs i think ? v . vacation: washington, dc w . when’s your birthday: december 30th x . x - rays: more than i can count : / y . your favorite food: uhhhh.... pasta. anything pasta. z . zodiac sign: capricorn

tagged by: the babe @eyescaptivate tagging: uhhhh anyone???? i suck at this this is too much pressure

#&. ' JUGHEAD JONES IS MY SWEET GREAT GRAND MUFFIN SON ! || ( ooc. )

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OK so what's ur feel abt how right after Leon said tht Elliot should get laid the next scene was shirtless tyr3ll bc like I'm frankly pissed bc it makes tyr3lliot shippers think its endgame n like I don't give to shits abt tyr3ll nehow

tbh I the episode was so like centered around what I feel like is tyrell's one-sided unrequited (and tbh cultish, tho robot seems to have encouraged that a little bit) focus on/love for elliot-as-robot that I didn't read much into it— and in retrospect, tyrell having his Moment™ acting like he was going to have this romantic reunion with elliot & then things going the way they did instead at the end of se2 even in that regard imo does more to set up where tyrell is at psychologically and emotionally than I think implies that they're an endgame ship at all.

(cut for length)

particularly since in the "red wheelbarrow" book elliot comes off as being EXTREMELY enamored with leon… though I will concede that elliot's psychoses in the show as a whole do seem to lean heavy on either like total isolation or too-quick codependence/becoming enmeshed (with like borderline serial monogamy vibes), vs. robot being more blunt, crude, and sexual; so like I can see where people could take elliot's social issues & boundary issues + the scenes we've seen of robot's interactions and come up with ship material that way.

now what IS funny to me about tyrell x elliot shippers is that martin wallström said back in season 1 he just wanted to kiss rami malek lol (though like… this does not mean a canon ship at all ofc, I think he's just having a lot of fun with his role, it seems fun to play, and I would wanna kiss him too lbr)…

…and that shippers haven't gotten anywhere as WEIRD with this as they should be. like I know between the robot and darlene reveals that KILLED a lot of the "legit" crackshipping I used to see more of (vs. shitpost shipping, like qwerty x flipper, yk?), bc unlike the star wars fandom, which is used to this by now, incest is a dealbreaker for a lot of people, and so a lot of more off the wall shit has gone "underground."

but like really, tyrell has a totally different dynamic with elliot as elliot than with elliot "working with" mr. robot in se1 before he realized robot was an alter, and different than his dynamic with elliot AS robot. and tyrell seems to prefer the latter two to the former. so like there should be LOADS more fanart, fic, etc. of tyrell either with elliot as robot or tyrell with like slater-robot than there is…

and I think it's bc a loooot of tyrelliot shippers like the idea of like ~softboy~ elliot w. tyrell for aesthetics & a certain kind of ship dynamic— which ofc has racial implications there wrt ppl NOT shipping elliot and/or robot x leon or elliot/robot x krista in the same kind of numbers or as vocally or whatever, when he's interacted with both of them more than with tyrell; and I think is just bc like he's the Resident Eligible White Boy on top of him being smitten even when like!! I do still think the whole thing being one-sided is obvious— but it doesn't even have enough canon support imo for that scene to have registered to me at all as ship bait/queerbaiting in the moment.

so like I wouldn't be surprised either way if elliot or robot ends up getting into a more complex dynamic with tyrell as the show continues, but I think it's a reach if ppl think it's an endgame ship clue OR tbh that esmail would be that straightforward with this show even if it was. and I think a lot of that would be very different if rami malek was darker-skinned or even just had brown eyes tbh… or if the white boy flavor of the moment wasn't leaning towards wallström, skarsgård, the "vikings" whiteboys, etc. atm.

#femmefareeha #spoilers //#mr. robot spoilers //#.#..#mr. robot

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crewman-penelope · 8 months

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Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-Kurilsk

2. Strictly business

3. Sweet anticipation

4. Becoming cosy

5. Delayed gratification

After dinner and the 'good-night' tea, Halyna was tame as a lamb. Safin had to hold her as he leaded her to his room.

She frowned as she saw the futon for her, hidden behind a parawan, to give her some privacy.

“Your room is not ready yet, remember?”, Safin whispered, thrilled to see and feel her so tired already. She was so powerless - and in his hand. But all in good time.

“The day was exciting and long for you. Lay down. Rest.”, he hummed in her ear. His lips nearly touching her ear shell, he didn't look at her, but stared at her futon - so inviting. “Sleep safe and sound, my printsessa.”

He found himself hesitating to let go of her. But yet she was awake. That was not how he wanted her.

Safin helped Halyna gentle to settle down on the futon, while pointing to the door next to them. “The bathroom.”, he explained shortly. “You will manage alone?”

Halyna nodded and didn't hide her jawing. She even stretched her arms pushing her chest up and tugged at her hair tie she wore at her wrist instead in her hair - for reasons only Halyna knew.

“You - you are not staying?”, she asked suddenly. Her tone of voice didn't make it clear to Safin, if she was disappointed or glad.

“I still have some papers to look over. I promise I will as silent as possible when I go to bed.”

He could not hold back a small sentiment - leaning in to kiss her forehead - and was relieved to see she didn't mind.

She smiled sleepily up to him.“'night, dyadya.”

“Sleep well, printsessa.”

Turning away, he checked his watch. One hour should be enough for the drug to settle in. Then, she was all his!

Safin went back into the media room and switch on the tellie. He tried to focus on the news, but gave up after half an hour. Switching from channel to channel he passed the time, until he could be sure, Halyna was deep asleep, thanks to the drug in her tea.

Eventually he rose, feeling nervous as excited. This was dangerous territory, even for him. He had his share of ladies, who smiled at him after paying. He knew his needs as his limits.

Halyna was something special. She was a gift, carefully to unwrap.

He walked to his room with wobbly legs, his blood rushing in his ear. He felt so light, alas with a cold sting in his belly. His trousers tight, he trembled slightly. He paused at his door to take a deep breath. Inhaling in and out, until his mind felt clear again. Straighten up he entered, carefully, not to make a noise at first.

He walked in to find Halyna indeed wrapped in her sheets, her wheat coloured hair the only thing to see.

He looked a moment down on her, hesitating. Eventually he turned to the bathroom, making himself ready for bed.

A quick shower, a fresh pyjama, brushing his teeth. Ignoring his erection, he swallowed his medicine, while watching himself in the mirror. Proud, that he had no trouble to look at himself in the mirror. It doesn't matter that he was a monster. He would be her monster, and hers alone.

He walked solemnly back into the room. Halyna had not changed her position thus far.

“Halyna?”, he spoke up. She didn't react.

He crouched aside her futon with a satisfied grin on his lips, and tugged the duvet from her. Using both hands, he freed Halyna from it, bit by bit, until he had uncovered her fine body. Her small limbs half dressed in a night shirt, was easily to access to him.

“How beautiful you are.”, he whispered and sighed deep.

“Let me see more...”

First, he felt her pulse, and found it strong. Then he helped Halyna out of her night shirt, slowly, undressing her like a porcelain doll.

He took a deep sigh by the view of Halyna's naked body. His printsessa rested comfortable on the futon, her elvish body bare and beautiful.

Safin touched her at first just with his eyes, to wander with it along her shoulder and arms, down to her not yet fully curvy hips. Her lower abdomen rested in half shadow, and only a fine fleece of light blond pubic hair could not hide the treasure that laid between her tights.

“Oh Halyna..”, he hummed. “What a prize you are. You honour your name.”

Finally, he dared to touch her. He placed his hand on her left hip and relished in the view of his hand on her skin. His thick fingers drummed softly on the curve of her pelvis bone, the veins on the back of his hand tensing.

Then he stroked softly down from the pelvis to her tight, further along her leg to her calve, to eventually reaching her ankle.

Safin swallowed, so close to droll.

Her body was warm, velvet soft. The enchanting scent Halyna exuded made him dizzy.

Safin blinked, suddenly aware that drops of sweat run down his forehead into his eyes. His whole body vibrated.

There was an animal inside him. A creature that grunted and moaned, eager to mangle skin and bone of hers.

His fingers wrapped harshly around Halyna's ankle, Safin pushed her legs more open. Just for a glance. For more?

He swallowed his salvia down, tastings copper on his tongue.

Not tonight. Too early. You have to wait., he thought.

Delayed gratification, he reminded himself. He wondered how long he could hold to it.

His eyes wandered to Halyna's face. She was deep asleep, her strawberry mouth half open. The view of her mouth again let his cock twitch in his pyjama trousers.

He forced himself to stop. For now. But - it would not - would it? Should he?

He licked his lips and bent down. A sinner on his knees, praying for satisfaction. Safin's head between Halyna's tights, his face pressed at her maiden gem, he tasted her.

One, long, relishing lick with his tongue, pushing between her silken folds.

He shivered, shuttered vividly.

The taste of heaven on his tongue.

#safin sunday #lyutsifer safin x ofc #grapefruit #halyna zorin #lyutsifer safin #rami malek fandom #james bond fandom #lemon #sleeping beauty #rust and stardust 5 #rami malek #dark!fic #dark!safin

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crewman-penelope · 1 year

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The Stranger on the street

A huge thank you to @daughterofthesilmaril for her idea and request. It was quite slow burn and I do hope the ending is satisfactory.

1. night clubbing

2. Daily Routine

3. Force

4. Alone

5. home

6. Sleepwalker

7. Negotiations

8. Dinnertime

9. Garden stroll

10. A sweet nightingale

11. Morning surprise 🍋

12. Early Birds (last chapter, 🍋)

His intrusion felt uncomfortable, even that you are willingly giving in. The unfamiliar touch of another person, all thick and vein and moist, you yield and allow Lyutsifer to burrow himself deep inside you.

There were no soft motion. He wasn't the man for that. There were the urge to fill you up, to make you his. All you could do - all you wanted - was to have him as close as possible.

His rasp lips greedily on your throat, he took all in, allowing you to feel needed. Wanted.

You will never be alone again

He promised you, and he will hold this promise.

You bend just gladly to his will, your hips moving to him, meeting his smacking.

Your fingers found its way in his hair, what he grumpily allowed.

//Must you!? — Yes. Yes, I must \\

His grunts in your ear made you aware of your own needs.

To feel this passion, this lust to dance in the sheets.

Hungrily, you caught his mouth for a deep kiss, while both of you were not able to speak, but just to moan at each other.

Every touch of his tongue with yours, his digging fingers in your flesh, spurs you on to become fierce.

Your legs wrapped demanding around his hips you helped his pace up to your liking - while he, all surprised awe and grunts, were only too keen to obey.

When was the last time you felt this thrill? This passion? You can't remember. Probably never before.

Lyutsifer - you tried to moan in his mouth.

Lyutsifer - make me yours.

Lyutsifer - steal me away.

Lyutsifer - look after me.

Lyutsifer - Lyutsifer - Lyutsifer

His name rolled in your mind, laid on your tongue, vibrated in your limbs.

A giggle of relief rolled up your throat as you felt for him, and the sore pumping motions of Lyutsifer's hips, as the wetness between your legs let you know he followed after you.

For a moment you were all laugh and giggly, holding him firm on you, his slender, broken body sweaty and trembling as yours. He hid his face in the crock of your neck for a long moment. You understood he needed this time to calm. To found his countenance again.

Calmly, you fondled along his back, holding him, giving him his time.

As he eventually lifted his head, he had to comb his disheveled hair out of his eyes to be able to look at you.

His face was an empty mask for a second, as if he did not know which emotions were allowed to show on it.

He blinked slowly. His tongue tip wandered quickly from one corner of his mouth to the other. He sighs.

“That was - unexpected, to say the least.”, he mumbled out, but managed to let it sound dignified.

You couldn't hide a smile.

Reaching out, you stroke a bit of his hair in place as you nodded.

“Yes. I know what you mean.”, you answered slowly. “I don't recognize myself.”

Safin glanced at you surprised, before he added: “Of course not. You are no more the woman who found me on the streets. You are mine now.”

You did not know what to say to this statement, so you stayed quiet. Watching his face.

He leaned in for a soft forehead kiss.

“You are home and you are mine. That is all you have to know.”

You looked at him a moment to study his face. His marked skin and wide eyes made it difficult to read, but what you saw was no threat to you.

The right corner of his mouth curled up in an attempt to soften his face.

“Don't fret. You will be loved.”

He sealed this promise with a dry bit firm kiss, while you felt your eyes tearing up.

You will be loved..

Taglist: @cynic-spirit @daughterofthesilmaril @koshi-sama @sakurasoulgeneral @villainworshiper

#safin sunday #lyutsifer safin #Lyutsifer Safin x ofc #lyutsifer safin x reader #lyutsifer safin x you #lyutsifer safin fanfiction #Smut #Lemon #Kitnapping #dub con #Lyutsifer Safin imagination #rami malek character fanfiction #rami malek character #Rami malek #James bond Fandom #Rami malek fandom

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crewman-penelope · 2 years

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Flower language

The day was calm thus far.

Standing in the back of your flower store at your work bench, you prepared some small, colourful bouquets.

They will be presented in a display in from of the store, small, but pickable, 15 Euro the piece.

Walk-in customers, spontaneous buyers, forgetful lovers, remorseful spouses... a cheering up. An apologize. Just im case.

Sometimes it's all you are selling.

Times are hard and people didn't take the time to pause, to choose wisely, to enjoy the many variations of flowers and plans you had in your store.

You didn't mind much, though. Thanks to your grand-aunts money you received surprisingly after her death, you were able to fulfill your dream of an own flower store. It didn't bring much, but the circumstances to get every day in your store, hit by the scent of flowers, as the colourful view of them, made it worth.

Every morning cleaning, arranging, decorating something new, your hand pierced by roses, your skin smelling of nature and herbs. That was what you wanted.

The highlight of the week where the Sunday flower market at the harbor of course.

Fresh delivery Waggons, hawker at their stands, flower and plant auction at the dock... A colourful, strong smelling wonderland.

That was your church visit.

The small bell at the front door was ringing. Hearing the door open and soft footsteps coming closer, you turned from your work bench to enter the front store.

A figure stood backwards, leaning down to check the to-go bouquets.

All you could see were a plain blueberry coat and linen.

Then the figure turns to you.

It took some strength in you not to step back.

The - rather small - man was plain but tasteful dressed. Warm, natural colours of wood green and teal.

The hair well styled, the gesture small but confident, it was his face what had taken you aback.

A net of scars - small pox maybe? - had drawn a landscape of craters on his sharp cut face. His grey eyes and the irritating mouth - lips like a greece god - was highlighted by it.

Cleaning your throat you pressed a good morning out of it.

A wary smile thinned his lips. He just nodded. His eyes traveling around your store in silent.

Standing still you felt ice cubes in your stomach, as you debated, if he is just shy, or if he checked his suroundings to rob you.

Eventually it was him who broke the silence.

“This is a gorgeous shop you have here, my dear.”

His low and rasp voice surprised you. Suddenly goosebumps on your skin you tried to smile.

“Thank you, sir.” A heartbeat silence again. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He hummed. His eyes at your display. His hands clashed in front of him.

“I believe so.”, he eventually spoke.

Turning to you, his grey eyes pierced you. Nearly frowning.

“A special delivery. You do deliveries, right?”

“Of course, sir.”, you responds eagerly, suddenly falling into work mood. You grabbed note block and pencil.

“What kind of arrangement you want?”

He seems to ignore you, looking irresolute.

Then he nodded to himself and steps closer. Counting at his fingers he starts to enumerate.

“Iris, surrounded by Gypsophila, companied by Delphinium and Achilles, inbedded with Fern.”

Writing his wishes down, you nodded.

Well, you thought, at least he did know what he wants.

“That sounds lovely.”

The man bobbed his head down in one sharp gesture, avoiding eye contact.

“Yes. Lovely.”, he muttered to himself.

“Shall I prepare today, or is the delivery date later this week?”, you asked, waiting for an postal address.

“It is for today, if you can manage.”

His eyes are finally at you. His face grim he went on: “And I want to check the finished bunch of flowers beforehand.”

Oha, stern customers. At least he knew his flowers., you thought as you nodded in agreement.

“Very well, sir. Give me a moment.”

Waking on the sale floor you pick the chosen flowers from their different containers and went to your work bench.

While you spread the flowers on the table you saw in the corner of your eyes that he had followes you halfway, but had stopped at the doorframe. Leaning on it he watches you in interest, as you put on some gloves before arranging the flowers.

Missinterpreting his glance you examined: “The flowers you chose are all more or less poisoned. I like to be safe.”

He gave no answer, while a smirk appeared on his full lips.

The following silence became nearly uncomfortable to you and you hurried up. Eventually you presented him the result of his choice.

“Beautiful.”,he mumbles, his face lighten up. For a moment, he looked even attractive.“Absolutely gorgeous.”

He gave you space to walk back into the store, following you on the heel.

As you rolled the flowers in brown paper, adjusting the fern by that, he searched in his trousers. He pulls out a bundle of money and set a card on the cashier table.

“This is the address. A note isn't necessary. He knows from whom he got the present.”, he spoke softly.

Before you could say anything, he laid a 100 Euro note on the table.

“I trust this is enough with delivery?”

“That is too much!”, you intervened.

He shook his head. “Not with the delivery address.”, he pointed out.“If you manage I shall use your service again.”

Before you could check any further he nodded his goodbye.

The bell rang again and you blinked confused, before you eventually checked the card.

HMP Dartmoor

c/o Dr. Oberhauser

Tavistock Road

Yelverton

Bollocks!, you thought, curious how on earth you would be allowed to deliver into a maximum security prison. And who was this Dr. Oberhauser?!

You sighed deeply and checked the 100 Euro bill.

Is was worth a try, though.

#Flower language #lyutsifer safin x reader #Lyutsifer Safin x ofc #lyutsifer safin #safin #rami malek fandom #james bond fandom #No time to die #one shot

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Part 4 - The Oceanaut - AO3

Part 1 - The breath of chaos

Part 2 - The Green-eyed Monster

Part 3 - Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters: 11/20

Characters : James Bond, M, Q, Nomi, Eve Moneypenny, OFC Tatjana Safin, Lyutsifer Safin, OMC Luc Dupont, OFC Marie Dupont, OMC Matvei & Maksemilian Safin

Relationship : James Bond / Eve Moneypenny, Safin/OFC Character Tatjana, James Bond/ new OFC

Warning : Lemon🍋, manipulation, death/violence💀, smutish🍑 , Dom!Safin🖤, NON CON⚠️!!

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Romance

Summary: James Bond retirement on the Bahamas is calm and peaceful. SPECTRE is defeated, Lyutsifer Safin dead and Bond's substitute family - Tatjana, the twins and Marie - with him. But the circumstances oft the surprised suicide of the chairman from the BREEF ( Bahama Reef Environmental Educational Foundation) brings the former agent back to work.

11. Deep Observations

The one-man submarine operated slow, but effective. The grey painted machine floated between the small swarm of Reef sharks, camouflaged by the water and the ocean colour. The sharks moved in a simple balett attitude, circling the deeper laying Reef in search for a meal.

Small lilac and orange coloured shoel of fish swam between the different corals, ignoring the grey shadows upon them.

The scientist inside the submarine moved with the sharks along the Reef, while taking probs of the water and the Reef overgrown. The waterproof camera recorded every move.

Safin sat in his operation room and watched the send pictures of the cam, his fingers drumming inpatient on his desk. His face looked thinner as usual in the night light of the ops. His pox scared cheeks deep, his skin unhealthy yellow. A frown was glued to his face while he observed the incoming recordings. He knew the sub could not be quicker, alas he longed for the results.

Behind him stepped Luc out of the metal hatch to enter. As his right hand it was Luc's privilege to join Safin at any time. The men had lived through good times and bad times, but never felt apart. Safin gave him a quick look, before focusing again on the screen.

“This part of the Reef shows already some perish of sea anemones”, Safin started.

“That would explain the reduction of fish swarms.”, Luc said, stepping closer behind his boss.

Safin gave Luc some space to look for himself, as he pointed at the screen.

“Dying Alcyonacea, organ-pipe corals already growing to stone ... Sea sponges that stopped working.”

His low and rasp voice fainted, the anger as the hint of sadness clearly to hear.

Luc inhaled deep. Like Safin, he was already deeply occupied with this new task - and it was surprising heavier then any poisoned gas.

“This Reef is dying.”, he diagnosed.

His words hung like a threat in the air, before Safin allowed himself to nod.

“Yes.”, he whispered. “I rather would wait for the full examples and test results to make this conclusion - but you are right.”

Luc dared to rest a hand on Safin's shoulder. He squeezed it fondly.

“We will find out what to do.”

Safin stared a moment on the screen, the fingertips of his left hand covering shortly his mouth, as he was in deep thoughts.

Eventually he sighed and composed himself. Getting up he catched Luc's eyes.

Pushing his hands Crossway into his sleeves he leans at his chair. He watched his right hands face keenly.

“What would you propose?”

“Finding a local.”, Luc answered promptly. “Not a scientist, but a person who knows the reefs, probably dives since childhood. Someone with real knowledge of the Reef and the lifeforms.”

Safin pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

“Someone with real ideas how to stop the destruction - or at least help to nourish the surviving corals and Reef life forms?”

“Something like that.”

Safin felt a stinch of headache behind his eyes and pressed for a moment thumb and middle finger on his eyes.

“It is late, Lyutsifer.”, Luc said as a reaction to Safin's gesture. His voice was unusual soft, so Safin gave him a surprised look.

“I missed dinner, right?”

“Tatjana didn't mind.”, Luc said. “As long as you don't forget to join her in bed.”

Safin purred his lips to one of his weird smiles. The idea of an employee to speak about a subject of such private matter was unheard. Safin would not allow it - except with Luc. Luc was - together with Marie - a family member.

“Well, perhaps I should find my way to bed then. Before I get a scolding from Tatjana - or worst, Marie.”, he chuckled. Turning to the screen he switched it out.

“I want the sample results after breakfast by 800.”

Luc smirked and saltured lazy.

“Aye.”

Chapter 10

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Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-kurilsk

1. Strictly business

At first, the men drank in silence.

Safin was relieved to see that Zorin staid with tea, and not with some alcoholic beverage.

Then he wondered why.

Eventually, Zorin cleared his throat.

"Lyutsifer.. How are you truly feeling?”

"What do you think, Maksimilian? Disgusted. Betrayed. Embarrassed for my late father. You were is closes friend!”

“It's never this... Easy. You were not in my shoes-”

“I am now. I am a businessman first -

“Stop this, Lyutsifer!”, Zorin suddenly shouted out.

Safin looked at the man, his face a mix of shock as discussed. The man in front of him showed a grey face, sweaty in anger - or was it fear? - the pupils of his eyes wide and dark.

“You 'were' once a businessman.”, he hissed lowly, and pointed at Zorin. “Now you are nothing more than a gambler. Without much luck, anyway.”

Zorin rubbed his face and sniffed, his gesture annoyed as embarrassed.

“How can you judge me, coming from old money? Your father and I -”

“THAT was a long time ago. The company is mine, and beside your little speciality in virus manufacture, you brought no money into this company. On the contrary, you lost money.”

Zorin opened his mouth. Safin rose his hand to stop him.

“The microchip business, the horse races, the gambling.. You lost 30 million dollars in ONE YEAR!”

Zorin stared silently on the table plate, his fingers fiddling, his expression that of a pouting child.

That was, what had Safin set off the most. Maksimilian did not understand the significance of his actions. Anger boiled inside him. 30 millions may be not much in his business, but -

“The circumstance that you used company accounts for transferring loans to customers bank accounts and back, surely to hide the money laundry behind it, is unforgivable. One does NOT do this.”

Zorin swallowed, but dared to look at Safin.

“That wasn't the chat I expected.”, he whispered. “I believed you would be more considering the base of your fa-

“My father is death.”, Safin hissed. “And you should be more grateful still to be alive.”

He tried to speak as calm as possible, tried to hold on business terms, tried not to remember that he had sit in dyadya Maksimilian lap.. He felt just betrayed.

Eventually he took a deep breath, licking his lips and shook his head before he proposed:

“You will stay at the lead CEO of the Kiln Institute, but the access to the business accounts will be cut. I'll send you next week a new account and tax adviser, to look properly through your books. You will give him access to everything.”, he started to demand. Not an ask, the tone of his voice made that clear.

“Your CEO role in САФИН pharmaceuticals will be only on the paper for now. You will have no right to vote nor to call in meetings, before the 'lost' money is found. When the affair is cleaned up, you will retire. Did I make myself clear?”

Safin watched Zorin's reaction to that, surprised to see relief, not panic, in the older man's eyes. May it be the urge of giving this man - this traitor - a last kick as he already was pushed on the ground, Safin had a moment of enlightenment.

“To make it clear; I need an insurance that you will be held up the conditions.”

“What kind of insurance you have in mind? You know I have nothing but the Institute now.”

“Than a deposit.”, Safin said. “A pawn.”

“What - what Pawn?”, Zorin asked.

“Something - someone - you want back.”

Zorin acted suddenly wide awake and alarmed. “What are you saying here? Listen, Lyutsifer.. I.. You are not thinking what I'm thinking?”

Safin stayed silent, waiting for Zorin to spit it out.

Zorin laughed out. An ugly, mad outburst, as he rose from his chair.

“You are not expecting to send Alysa with you!?”

Lyutsifer inhaled deep and frustrated. “No. Of course not. It's your daughter, who will spend some time on my island.”

Zorin opened his mouth to shut it again. His head shaking in shock, his eyes rapidly blinking, he tried to understand Lyutsifer's words.

“Youuu..! You come into MY HOUSE!?”, Zorin screamed, his face becoming red, “And you DARE to threaten me? Give me a reason not to call one of my men-”

“There are not more 'your' men. I pay much better.

Safin's voice, low and rasp, made still the effort to cut Zorin off so easily.

A thick and awkward silent settled in the room, as Zorin sat slowly down, processing Safin's words.

“It's not about the money, Lyutsifer. Not really.”, Zorin tried eventually to explain with shaking voice. Defeated. “I will find a way, I promise you! There is no need to be this drastic!”

Safin watched him. The eyes wide, filled with - - fear? The thin, gray face was deep furrowed by age. An ugly face.

“Don't tell me it is about honour or friendship.”, Safin mumbled, the tone of his voice bored. He looked at his nails, enjoying the distress of the older man.

“It is business. Simple as that. You get the pawn back after your businesses is cleaned up. If you are not able to repay me in a year, the pawn stays with me. Simple.”

He faced Zorin, curious to see the man's reaction, gleeful, knowing he is in charge of this situation. How very satisfying.

“Halyna is no pawn.”, Zorin answered lame.

“Chose your next words more wisely, 'dyadya' Maks.”, Safin responds coldly. He was getting annoyed. This leads to nothing.

He attempted to get up. “We are fin-”

“No!”, Zorin threw in. “No.”, he repeated himself, looking down at his hands. “We - we shall proceed. I have to speak to Alysa first, though.”

“Of course.”, Safin purred. “You do that. I will pack. My helicopter will arrive after dinner.”

Dinner was lovely.

Safin decided to shove away the discussion he had with Dr. Zorin beforehand, and to focus on the family time.

He did enjoy that. Alysa, not knowing about her husband's failures, was kind and motherly, making him welcoming as forcing him to have a second course, until Safin assured her that he was truly full.

“I will fall asleep in my helicopter on my way home.”, he joked, having some grapes and vanilla pudding for dessert.

“She is always like this.”, Halyna chirped in, as she took a spoon full of pudding.

Safin focused just too gladly on her. The whole dinner she had been silent, probably a bit taken aback of him, and he had wondered if it was his scars.

Their eyes met, and he smiled at soft as possible to her.

“I can imagine. You are very lucky to have such a mother.”

She seemed not to know how to answer. Throwing a questioning glance at her mother, he assumed she was afraid to say something wrong.

“It's okay, Halyna.”, he said, his heart in his throat. “My mother died a long time ago. That did not mean I have forgotten her, but I allow myself to get spoiled by this rare occasion anyway.”

He watched with delight Halyna's blush.

“I'm sorry, dyadya Lyutsifer.”, she mumbled, and twirled her spoon in her pudding potion. “Maybe you need a family too? On your island?”

Safin's smile froze. He even could feel Maks tensing up beside him.

'Did she ears drop?', he wondered, not daring to look at Zorin.

Alysa seemed not to care, as she chatted to Halyna.

“Don't play with your food, sweetie. When you're finished you can show Lyutsifer my garden. Perhaps a little stroll will help him get over his food coma.”

Halyna laughed out, a light and melodic sound, that stabbed Lyutsifer right in his chest.

“I'll love that.”, he mumbled.

Halyna jumped from her chair and walked light footed to the next door. She threw a glance over her shoulder to Safin. “Then come, dyadya.”

Safin grinned and nodded as he followed her to the little green house. Behind him, he could hear Zorin starting to talk to his wife.

Safin and Halyna walked for a long moment without a word.

The green house, tropical warm and filled with all shades of green and brown, was the home of aloe vera and geraniums, bellflowers and roses. Not a pharmaceutical garden for sure, but one for the eyes and the nose to enjoy.

His little elf strolled aside him, but did not point out to plants or flowers, but was more or less pouting.

Looking at her, her sweet visage, the golden hair, the sun kissed naked shoulders, his body stiffen up in a way he thought he wasn't able to. Not any more. How had she changed that?

Eventually he cleared his throat and dared to ask her.

“You had listened by the door, right?”

That was blunt. Even risky. But she was not this little and surely able of an adult conversation.

She froze - a gleeful view to him - and turned slowly to him.

“Papa had lost your company a lot of money, did I get that right?”

Safin's eyes wandering up her face, to hold a moment at her lips, before focusing on her eyes again.

“Yes, quite a lot in a short time.”

She swallowed and started to fiddle with the end of her hair. Safin gritted his teeth not to scream by this cute gesture.

“It's business. Nothing, that should have included you.”

“You included me.”, she said low. “Why is that?”

Safin watched her intensive, Halyna's face open and questioning, her eyes - oh, this green, wide eyes! - close to tears. He felt a throb in his lower abdomen as he tried to breathe calmly.

“You are the most treasured person in your fathers' life. He will be doing anything to get your back. You shall see. He will not need a year to make up for his mistakes. Anyway..”, he lifted both his hands to show defeat. “No matter where you are staying, you will be safe and treated like a princess. You don't have to be worried about that.”

Halyna gazed at him a moment searchingly, even looked him up head to toe, and he took careful a step back from her. He actually waited for her to shout, or to whine, but she truly took her time to think this through. As she spoke again, he knew he had her. Way too easily for his taste, but nevertheless!

“Did you have Wi-Fi on your island?”

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Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-kurilsk

2. Strictly business

3. Sweet anticipation

Halyna seemed to repress the situation she was getting in. Like the teen she was, she swapped open her Mobil and showed Safin all the apps she needed to use daily, explaining why it was so important to her to have internet. After watching some of her silly tiktoks, Safin got the expression, she needs this toys like other need oxygen.

Amused by her seriousness, and after promising her, that she could of course still hang out with her internet friends via Instagram and TikTok, Halyna hooked her arm with his in relief.

Swallowing hard, Safin tried to hold his posture, while a fog of flowerish perfume and his own grown arousal made him feel dizzy.

What am I doing here?

Making their way back from the green house, Halyna was all chatty, but the face of her mother let her shut up quickly.

Alysa, waiting for them in the hallway, looked angry as betrayed. Zorin must have filled her in.

Halyna threw a glance to him, "See you later, dyadya?” and rushed out to her rooms.

Safin stared a second too long at the door Halyna had disappeared through, blinked, and focused on the mother.

He opens his mouth, as his mind searched for any soothing words, his hands open offered to her -

Until her hand hit his left cheek with a hard slap.

His ear was ringing. The left side of his face numb. Hitching breath, then sucking air in between clenched teeth.

He didn't look at Alysa, but shook his head with closed eyes. The left cheek started to feel as if ants crawled along the skin.

He pressed his lips together not to shout at her, counting down to ten, until he felt able to look at her.

Eventually, he caught Alysa's eyes.

Wide and green, like her daughter's, but filled with a bitterness that shocked Safin.

He felt bad for her - alas, he came too close to stop now.

“She will be safe.”, he said. His voice smooth and rasp as always. Good. “You can reach out to her through her phone, Halyna will have internet access for that.”

Alysa stared at him, looking defeated.

“You are going through with it? Really, Lyutsifer!?”

“It's business.”

She looked at him in silent, her face at first all bewildered, then horrified, then... understanding. Disgusted.

“From all the people..”, Alysa whispered, stepping back from him.

Leaning in, she spit on his shoes, turned around and left the hallway without another word.

Well, that could have gotten better.

Halyna didn't pack much. Safin was irritated at first, as he saw her standing in the parking lot with just two bags. His eyes wandered from the luggage to a nervously looking girl. She shrugged and mumbled: “My next trimester starts in two weeks anyway.”

“I see..”, he got out and nodded shortly. She seemed still not to understand the full concept of the deal - nevertheless, he had forgotten that she had school and the right for education.

“It's alright. We can go shopping on the main land, if you need new clothes.”

That made her laugh out for some reason. “I always need new clothes.”

Was it him, or was she teasing him? She surely put on a brave face, it was rather impressive.

In the way to the airport, where his helicopter waited, she made a so called 'boomerang' for her Instagram, swearing that she looked not to show of.

“As long you make no records of me or my men, I have no trouble with you playing around. I don't want you to miss a thing.”, Safin told her, relishing in the fact that she sat aside him in the car.

“Oh, I have to make a video of the Heli fly!”, she responded excited. Her green eyes glowing in anticipation and glee, she turned to the window at her side.

“I'm actually glad to leave a bit early. It is sooo boring here! Nobody lives here, and Papa can only talk about his work.

“And mama?”

Halyna rolled her eyes. “Charity. Child hospitals. Homeless shelter, soup kitchen, and so on. Of course,”, Halyna pointed out, “she is just looking for excuses to hold parties and collect money for the cause.” She leaned over and whispered conspiratorial: “She is more often away than Papa. I even sometimes think she has an affair - but don't tell papa! Will break his hard.”

Safin lift his hand to cover his mouth. She was a Papa-girl, how could he think otherwise?

Safin was sure, if he would tell her about her father's mistresses, she would not believe him. So he let it slight.

“I shall not tell him, I promise”, he whispered even so conspiratorial and patted her arm.

“Now, tell me, how often did you travel with a helicopter before?”

Halyna inhaled deep and bit her lower lip - Safin found himself nearly unable to threw his eyes from her mouth after that.

“We always take the yacht to get to the main land. And the Rovers for the inland tours.”, she confessed sheepishly.

“Then you are in for a treat.”, Safin rejoy, as he smiled as encouraging as possible to Halyna.

“The weather is nice, the evening is wind still and cloudless, and when we arrive there will be already stars on the night sky. I am positive, when you are recording the flight, you get some awesome.. Reels? Is that the word?”

Halyna laughed and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, dyadya, that's the word. Oh, I'm so excited!”

She clashed gleefully her hands together, while Safin just watched her in aww, not fully realizing what he got himself into.

But he wondered how boring a teen could get on his island. It was probably time for some rearrangements and some renovations. Perhaps he could count on her help and assistance for that?

Arriving at the airport, she jumped out, starting to make pictures, while the chauffeur carried her two bags to the helicopter.

“Wow! That thing is big?”, she cheered as she inspected the helicopter.

“I'm flying quite often, so I want some comfort.”, Safin explained, as he climbed in. He reached for her hands to help her up the short steps and direct her to the window seat.

“Use your seat belts, Halyna.”, he warned her anyway. Too easily, a gust of wind can shake one on the ride.

She started to pout. “Must I?”

Safin didn't answer at first, but got through the scenarios in his mind. Eventually he smiled as soft as possible as he sat aside her.

“No.” He himself fixed his seat belt and leaned in to her, while he boldly wrapped his right arm around Halyna's middle. “I will hold you safe. And you have more space for your videos. Savvy?”

His face close to hers, he watched her blush. “Oh. Okay?”, she chirped, embarrassed and focused quickly on her phone.

While she acted busy - or maybe she was to prepare the recording - he held still. Her body was lean and small, but even soft and warm. A female, soft touch was just was he was missing all the time. Halyna was in his eyes perfect to give him that. Her curiosity, excitement, as her ignorance to some subjects made her an easy target. Safin had to remind himself that she was not to underestimate, though. After all, she was a daughter of Zorin.

Inhaling her flowerish perfume - he guessed Kenzo - and watching interested how she scrolled through her phone to make the right setting for the light and movement for a film, he remembered the newer information he had collected about the Zorin family.

The two elder daughter were married. How happily he could not say. But the circumstances of upbringing, as also the fact that both are acting as perfect trophy wives, let him hope Halyna was taught to be more - - behaving. Subversive.

I will find out, he thought to himself, leaning back in his seat. His right hand soothing on the lower back of Halyna's, he observed her gestures. She was still a bit flustered, ignoring his hand for peace’s sake.

It's a start.

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Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-kurilsk

2. Strictly business

3. Sweet anticipation

4. Becoming cozy

She was out the moment the Heli landed. Safin wanted to throw in a word of warning, but Primo was quicker. The soldier catched her and draw her quickly away from the harsh twirl of the rotator blades.

Safin stepped out, bending under the blade wind, his mouth a thin line.

He wanted to slap her for her stupidity. Or Primo for laying a hand on her. Both was uncalled for, tho.

Halyna looked apologizing to Safin, and rushed to him, after Primo freed her from his grip.

“Don't be mad, dyadya. I didn't think..”

“Indeed”, he grumbled. His face soften the moment she linked her arm with his.

“Just don't do this again. Or I have ask Primo to spank you.”, he warned her stiffly.

Halyna started to giggle, but became serious by Safin's expression.

“Wait, seriously!?”

Safin couldn't hide a smirk by her shocked expression.

“No. Of course not.”, he said. He could not resist to tease her, and went on: "I will do that myself.”

“Stop it!”, she laughed and swiped her phone out. “Oh, my.. Just three bars.”

Safin tried his best not to roll his eyes, while he guard her to the entrance of his sub pen.

Halyna rose a eye brow.

“What is that? Did you live inside a bunker!?”

“It isn't so bad. It looks better on the inside. And by daylight there is a park to enjoy.”, he hurried to explain. “But you will see.”

Halyna tried to recording, but Safin covered her phone.

“Not here. And not my ugly face. Come on now, let me get you out of the chill night air.”

He rushed inside with her, his body light, endorphins working against his normally pain.

Halyna shrieked out as they both walked inside. “I have no internet!”

Safin patted her arm.

“Don't fret. The thick walls of the bunker are shielding the signal. Come one.”, he draw her forward. “I'm my media room you will find a full signal. You can call your mother and tell her you arrive safe on my island.”

The view of the special room, equipped with satellite TV and board games, calmed her a bit down.

“Oh good! 5 bars.”, she sighed. Without looking around she walked single-minded to the plush sofa, sat down and scrolled through her instagram.

Safin watched her confused. Her behavior was bewildering to him. But - he was an old-fashioned man not used to such a young woman. He got the feeling she will teach him one or two lessons.

“I'll look for a proper quarter for you. Your visit is unexpected, so we have to arrange something.”, he said and squeezed her shoulder.

She turned to ask: “No guest rooms?”

He paused, thinking of the prison cell he has.

“No. Not yet that is. I will need your help to get something properly furnished after your fashion.”

“I can create my own room?”

Safin smiled by her enthusiasm. “Yes, of course. I told you, I want to treat you like a princess. And a princess deserve only the best.”

She grinned and throw him a kiss, a silly gesture, that weaken Safin's knees.

He cleared his throat.

“There is nothing I will deny you, Halyna. But now call your mother. I send some tea and fingerfood for you.”

Turning around, his chest nearly bursting, he strolled out of the room. Blood rushing in his ear and he had to Fokus where he stepped, tunnel vision overcoming him.

'This will be fantastic or a absolut failure. There is no middle ground.'

After he went into the kitchen to order a 'goodnight tea' for Halyna, he looked after the room Primo's men try to prepare. Try was the key word here.

“The cleaning crew was already here, but we have not yet the proper furniture. It will delivered tomorrow morning.”, Primo informed him. His right hand pointed to the naked cement walls. “We need some paint also, and the heating system is not yet fixed.”

Safin sighed, as if this was not getting after his imagined plan.

“Well, get me a second futon in my quarter. She will survive it for some nights.”

Primo eyed him curious. “What is her status?”

Safin does not gather at once, what he meant.

“Is she allowed to walk freely around?”

“Of course not! She is a guest, and will be allowed only in the first floor. Main room, media room, my quarters.”, he counted on his fingers. “The moment she tries to set a food into the garden, you call me. She is not to be alone in it. For obvious reason.”

He pursed his lips and overthinking his order. “And tell Obruchev to check the antidotes we have.”

Primo nodded with a hint of amusement on his face. He was curious how this will go for sure.

As he eventually entered the media room again, feeling clearing in his mind, he found Halyna chatting with Alysa.

“ - u call me the moment he tries something! Your father and I using every way to get the money together. Just held on for a week, maybe two -”

Safin stopped in his track. Neither Halyna nor Alysa had seen in yet. He walked backward out of the room to get at the next intercom.

Did Alysa truly think she gets her daughter back!? Yes, he told her, this was just business - but she was cleverer than that. Perhaps it was time for drastic measures.

“Primo? Forget the room for now. I have a more important mission for you...”

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Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

Severo-kurilsk

No man's land.

A veldt, grey and brown, dusty, here and there some barracks.

Homeless dogs strolling along the muddy main street. A cat on the roof. Blooming weed in the corner of a closed warehouse.

Safin watched the abandoned buildings from the backseat of the limousine.

The car drove smooth and silent along the street, the sky grey and covered by heavy rain clouds. The light was irresistible, giving the scenery a weird touch. A Natural filter of loneliness.

The little village was a backdrop of course. Just enough to trick backpack tourists and non-locals.

A governmental funded playground for his dyadya.

Not his real uncle, for sure - but the closes' thing he has for a family member.

Years ago, his father Gostan made a deal. Some said he had sold his soul for wealth. Alas, it was prestige and power his father wanted.

A pharmaceutical by heart and blood, it was the support of the russian government that helped him. This and his very best friend, dyadya Maksimilian Zorin.

The moment the both men had put their knowledge together, they became the most powerful people of Russia.

Need a special medication? A vaccine for a new virus? A more resistant virus? A natural poison? A sudden illness for a party member of the opposite? Dr. Zorin and Dr. Safin were your answer.

This was a long time ago, though.

Safin leaned back in the seat and looked at an elongated barrack, the windows closed with planks, the walls stained and dusty. He knew it wasn't abandoned nor empty. One of Dr. Zorin's laboratories were hidden in it. Just for tests on the local flora. The real virus centre were deep down, under the clinic.

Safin pressed down the urge to shiver. He hadn't good memories of the clinic.

Yes, the doctors there saved his life. The year of coma and recovery in it was a nightmare nevertheless. Until today, he could not step inside a hospital without gagging. The smell alone...

He rubbed his hands together, a nervous gesture he could not avoid, his dry fingers massaging his arthritis swollen knuckles. Living relic of adoleszenz time. He will never be a healthy man, no matter how hard Dr. Zorin tried.

Deep in thought, he didn't recognize the limo driving in a clean forecourt to park. White pebbles and flower beds, a servant, opening the door for him.

He stepped slowly out, overlooking the offered hand. He still doesn't need a cane, nor a helping hand, and he was quite proud of it. Ignoring the servant, he looked at the grand house front, while in the back the chauffeur tent to his luggage.

A moment later, the host rushed out of the mansion. A beaming smile on his face, Dr. Zorin walks to Safin. The old man in his early seventies was still lean and strong, his eyes bright.

Safin expected a handshake, but Zorin ignored it, grabbed him by his shoulders to give him a warm, russian greeting.

Wet kisses in both cheeks, while jubilating "Lyutsifer! My good man!”, but luckily no kiss on the mouth.

“Dr. Zorin..", Safin stuttered flustered, just to got cut off.

“Dyadya Maks, remember?”, Dr. Zorin said and eyed Safin intensive.

“Are you tired? You don't look tired. You're looking rather good. Alysa prepared an imbiss for you. You remember Alysa? Gosh, I'm glad you are here...”

Safin blinked and tried to filter the words, Zorin bubbled out on him.

“Alysa.”, he mumbled.

“Oh, you remember Alysa? You called her tetya..”

Safin stopped track and looked to the mansion, then to Zorin.

“Of course. She always had candy in her purse. Caramel seal puller.”

He could not hide a smile by the though.

“Right!”

An uncomfortable pat on his shoulder. He let it slight.

“Come now.. Let me show you around. You will tell me if you need to rest, yes?”

Zorin managed on the short way into the house to fill Safin in with his family tree, a swall of information and flashbacks, while Safin tried not to show exhaustion.

He wasn't sure any more if it was such a good idea to visit the past. He reminded himself of the opportunities this reconnecting could give him business-related. And at the end wasn't it some sweet memories they shared?

The inside of the house was warm and cosy. An obsession with chintz was to expected by the age of his host. It made the furnitures just more comfortable. Sitting in an antic armchair, a small table with a beautiful flower bouquet aside him, Safin looked around.

Alysa's female touch was clearly to see.

The moment Alysa joined the both men, Safin got the feeling the room became even more warmer.

She was still a gorgeous woman - even more as he remembered by the last time they had met, now nearly 15 years ago. Small and thin, nearly gaunt, it was her fair feature and long blond hair that let her look younger than she was, with her close to 60.

She had a smile like sun shine, warm and bright, and Safin wonders how she was able to spread such positivity after all these years.

It can't be easy to be married to a man like Zorin.

Not with his background, his low business moral and the need for mistresses.

But Alysa stood strong, reaching out for Safin's hands to take them carefully in here.

“Lyutsifer.”, she whispered and leaned in to give him a forehead kiss. Safin felt uncomfortably touched by her gesture. He squeezed her hands gentle. “Tetya.”, he muttered bashful, what made her laugh out in glee.

“Ah, you remember?”, she beamed. “My poor Lyutsifer, it's been too long. You should not have turned your back on us - especially not for work related reason.”, she scolded him softly while caressing the back of his hands.

He nodded in agreement. “I needed the space. But I do understand I was rather selfish to left you behind.”, he said in an attempt to apologize without losing face.

“Of course. You had to learn to be on your own feet. Especially with an inheritance like your father left you. I'm glad you found your way back.”

She changed a look with her husband. Safin watched her. She was hesitant to proceed. Didn't want to step on his toes. He appreciated that.

“Maks said you prepared some lunch for us?”, he tried to change the subject.

Alysa smiled wide. “Yes, Lyutsifer. The table is setted in the winter garden. Let us get through then, shall we?”

He will always remember the first glance he had on his fair.

She was her mother's daughter, in look as gesture.

All sun-kissed fragile limbs and wheat hair. It felt in soft cascades, single strands glimming like gold. She had her mother's heart shaped face too, a childish, round version with a raspberry mouth.

Safin's first thought was "I wonder how she taste“, and he knew he was lost.

“Oh, Lyutsifer, I don't think you knew our youngest?”, Zorin cheered. “We had a little happy accident.”

Safin watched the fawn turning to him, while his throat tighten.

He could hear his own blood pumping in his ear, while his heart tried its best to jump out of his chest.

He had heard of this kind of love-stroke. Men, losing their mind upon the beauty and innocent of a woman, willingly to start a war, to storm the castle, to slay the dragon... But that wasn't love. It was lust he felt.

“ — and Halyna stays over the Easter holidays, before she travels back to school.”

Safin blinked and inhaled sharply.

“I'm sorry.”, he mumbles and forced himself to a smile, fully aware how ugly it would make him. “I think I have to check my sugar.”

He looked down to his hand, where Halyna's small one still rested, in an attempt to greet him. Safin understood he had just shockingly daydreamed the introduction away.

“I apologize, my dear.”, he brought out, and Halyna stepped aside to point to the table in the wintergarden. "Mama prepared something to eat. Perhaps you try some?”

It was so shyly and proper spoken, Safin could not bring himself to answer, to overload his rasp, murmur voice with hers.

For an embarrassing moment, all three made a fuzz about him, until he sat and had some finger food.

All three watched him as he chewed and sipped at his tea, but his eyes were glued on Halyna.

Of course, her name was Halyna. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He sighed and licked his fingers, drew his eyes from Halyna, and used his napkin.

“That was needed. Thank you, Alysa.”, he faced his hostess with a fine smile.

“I suppose you men need now some space for business talk?”, she responded, showing him her warm smile.

“Indeed.”, Zorin interjected and got up, to rest his hand on Safin's shoulder.

Safin didn't answer, but his eyes wandered back to Halyna.

She sat there carefree, nibbled at a sandwich, her bare legs under her shirt half crossed dangling. She had lost one of her slippers. Safin found himself not able to look away from her big toe. Thankfully, Alysa ushered her daughter out with her.

“Then we see you later at dinner.”, she said gleefully, taking Halyna by her hand. She turned a last time around to add: “Halyna can show you the garden after dinner. It is not so huge like Gostan's, but I'm very proud of it.”

Zorin started to hush his wife, but Safin spoke over him. “I'm looking forward to it, Halyna.”, giving mother and daughter an encouraging smile.

The door closed behind the woman, and Safin felt a sudden emptiness that caused pain inside his chest.

'Lust. It is just lust. Stupid.', he reminded himself.

He watched Zorin from the corner of his eyes pouring more tea and forced himself to focus on his host.

'Now is not the time to make plans', he thought to himself. 'Troy wasn't destroyed in one day.'

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