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crazybigredlove · 1 year

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24th September 2013

Dear Pete,

Second day back at work and I'm already losing my momentum now that I'm back writing about the best ways to tone thighs and move stubborn cellulite. Given that I've been in a food coma for several weeks now and only have a moderate to severe amount of cellulite, it's easy to understand why they've asked me to write it. After all, I'm kind of an expert.

Miranda has been delightful, though I could probably live without the fussing. A bigger desk in a quieter part of the office was part of the deal for temporarily writing features. Seems that they actually do appreciate the tripe I throw together and call fitness advice. I'm glad no one is questioning my ability to provide advice in this area or mentioning my recent weight gain.

Good news. The daily stalking of Big Red across all forms of social media is in decline. There is still a microscopic portion of my heart that dedicates its time to hoping he is still going to be my one true love and will tell me so from beneath my balcony in the early hours of the morning whilst holding a large bouquet of flowers. It is the dyslexic version of a romance novel, but I hang onto it all the same and I am still very much a stupid and hopeless romantic. Makes focusing on work easier when the distraction decreases every day. Christopher has banned me from saying "Big Red" or any other words that are descriptive of him as he believes my talking about Big Red is the cause of his recent breakout of hives. Ha! There's more chance it's due to sexual withdrawals. Do you know, I haven't actually seen him with anyone in weeks. Besides myself. There hasn't been anyone round at the house. Besides myself. In fact, the only females who have visited are Jamie, Holly, and your vile ex-girlfriend. Besides myself. Should I be worried?

Oh yeah, your vile ex-girlfriend called round again the other day.

Christopher answered the door to her and I could see that for a second he was contemplating pretending he was you. There was just this hesitation, a split second where he raised his voice just a fraction like he always does when he's imitating you. Thankfully, he's not such a bad guy (although it may just be that he figured she'd already know who it was given that she had intended on marrying you and not him), and didn't go through with it.

"What do you want? You know he's not here." Crossing his arms over his chest his biceps got a lovely shape to them. Obviously that is completely irrelevant and I have no idea why I even mentioned it.

"I didn't come to see him. I know he's still away. I was just hoping that maybe even though I know you probably haven't forgiven me, maybe you could tell me where he is or how he's going."

"Nope." "Sorry?" "No I'm not telling you."

Watching from the couch, this was definitely the point where I knew I should chime in and send them to separate corners of the ring, but I am not as good a person as I like to pretend and instead I sat there shovelling pretzels into my mouth and ignoring my 'no-grains' rule.

"Look, Chris, I know you don't want to talk to me. I get that. But I just want to know that he's doing okay." "If you care so much about how he's doing, then why were you sleeping with your spin instructor? You couldn't even do someone interesting. Same old clichéd Stacey as always."

"You weren't in our relationship and you have no idea what went on Chris. You don't get to judge me."

There is a wild toss of hair and they are squaring off. Perfect time to jump in, but again, I'm sort of distracted by the drama, the pretzels, and just how comfy my booty is on the couch. "You turn up on my doorstep, you're pretty much inviting me to comment!"

"Like I'm going to listen to a guy who isn't even capable of being in a relationship. Have you told Liv yet or are you still pretending there's nothing going on between the two of you?"

Pretzels be damned, that was definitely the appropriate time to tap in with a word to calm things down.

"Okay," I said rising from the couch and using my most grown- up voice. "I'm not so sure that standing in the hallway yelling at each other is the best way to deal with this. Stacey, why are you here?"

Christopher practically spat. "To cause trouble. Obviously." "Chris! Go easy. I'm talking to her," I said and gave her my most reassuring smile. "I just wanted to know if you'd heard anything. I worry too you know." Her voice was smaller than I'd expected. "What if he is sick again?" "He's not sick again, Stacey. Or even if he is, he doesn't want us to know. So that's that." "Are you sure you haven't heard anything?" "No, Stacey. When Peter said he wouldn't contact us, he meant it. For whatever reason he feels like he needs to have this time out from his life here and we need to respect that." Sighing heavily she tossed her hair again. It still shits me to no end when she does that. "If you hear something..." "To be honest, I'm probably not going to tell you. Christopher is right. When you care about someone you don't just have sex with someone else because it's easier than having a discussion about whether or not you're happy. I'm sorry that things weren't going well between you two and you felt like sex with someone else was the only way to deal with it, but you told him at the altar. You were meant to say, 'I do' and instead you said, 'I had sex with someone else'. Not only that, but you said that in front of all his family and friends. I'm sorry, but if Pete wants you to know anything about his life you're going to have to hope that he calls you himself or he starts a blog because that is the only way you're getting that information."

And then I mentally patted myself on the back for staying so calm whilst defending your honour. I was on such a roll with my advice giving that I offered her a little more as she turned away.

"Stace, even though it didn't work out with Pete, the fact that you were strong enough to eventually walk away is a big thing. I feel a need to reiterate that you really need to work on your sense of timing, but the right guy is going to understand why you had to end it. I don't think Pete is that guy."

She seemed to appreciate the gesture and I have vowed that as part of my new positive approach to life I am even going to stop referring to her as "your whore".

I think they call that spiritual growth. We really are finally growing up. God it's awful.

As we closed the door on her (hopefully for the last time) Christopher punched me lightly in the arm. "Hey!" "Someone is going to love her?" He imitated my voice. "Do not make fun of me. I know that's your jealousy lashing out. You're better than that.

Accept that in this dynamic duo I am the handler of tense situations while you are the good-looking sidekick." "You think I'm good-looking?" Rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out. "You know you are. Wait - why do you care what I think?"

"No reason." "I don't believe you." "Too bad. I'm not changing my story." "Want to grab a drink?" "We can't. We're on a health-kick, remember?"

Yes, we are quite the responsible grown-ups now. We've even trained the dog not to pee in the house. At set times we take him outside and he now has full bladder control through the night.

The first night it happened was like the first time you had sex in that someone in the room nearly cried. I'm not telling you who (yes I really did just casually drop into the conversation that you cried the first time you had sex. Like I'd ever let you forget it).

Liv x

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chibinekochan · 3 years

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My biggest treasure - Ft. Mammon

Mammon is a Goblin in this au.

This is part of the Monster tales au Series

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You have been on the hunt for this treasure for a while now.

Having all the information about its whereabouts, defenses, and most importantly feeling morally right.

Its owner is a scummy guy after all.

This gem will not only bring you some nice cash, and bringing it back to its rightful owner will surely feel good too.

With well-planned moves, you make your way towards the big mansion.

Now you have to climb the wall. You have studied the moves of the guards.

They won't be around for a while.

With quiet steps, you move in the darkness. Only a few moves are needed to scale the wall and carefully jump on a neighboring tree.

Swiftly scan the area.

It seems the dogs haven't noticed you yet.

You want to keep it that way and continue your way on top of the trees. Carefully navigating through the shadows, practically becoming one of them.

Slowly, the lights of the mansion come into view.

The carefully kept garden is now in front of you.

The shrubs will offer you a little cover and the dogs might sense your presence. You smirk. Time for the real challenge to begin.

You take a deep breath to strengthen your nerves.

With ease, you jump from the tree and run at high speed through the garden, occasionally jumping over hedges.

By the time you hear dogs barking, you have already climbed the balcony and wait for clear air.

The guards check the hedges, but of course find nothing.

You smirk when they shrug and go back to their posts.

You wait a bit longer and then carefully and quietly open the door.

Your body is moving low and fast, knowing exactly where your target is. Lucky for you, the scumbag has a huge ego and displays what you are looking for right in his living room.

You sneak in the shadows, listening to every sound. It's quiet. You can only hear your own heart and breathing.

Then you see it slightly shimmering, illuminated by the moon. The gem you are looking for.

You calm your nerves and steady your hands.

Then suddenly you hear a commotion, loud barking from the outside. Some lights in the mansion turning on and glass shattering.

Unsure what just happened, your instinct kicks in and all you can do is run.

Light starts to shine into the room, causing the gem to sparkle as if to mock you.

You run towards the nearest window, ready to jump out.

When suddenly something passes you at high speed. For a moment you pause until you notice it's a person.

This must be whoever interrupted you.

You have no time to stay, you hear the guards closing in.

With little choice, you run and jump after the stranger.

The guards behind you yell, and the dogs chase you.

There is no time for anything else but running. You run in a straight line towards the wall. Following close behind the other person.

Once you jump the wall, you have to make sure that nobody is following you. You can still keep an eye on the other person.

Only catching a quick glance at them. White hair and blue eyes. You take a mental note of it.

Your pursuers are still behind you, and you decide to go deeper into the forest to shake them off or at least to hide.

You can smack the guy another time.

By the next day, you are back in your home. The loss of income is a hard blow to your family,, but it can't be helped. It's better to be poor but free.

Your siblings were disappointed,, but you can make money more honestly until another opportunity arises.

Hopefully, the medicine for your smallest sibling will last long enough. Worryingly, you eye the half-empty bottle.

"It's okay, we will work hard and buy more." Ian, the 2nd oldest, Ian, has seen your worries.

You ruffle their hair. "Don't worry about it. I will trade some herbs with the pharmacist and in the bar tonight again." You smile to ease their worries.

"You work too much." The 2nd youngest, Eva, looks worried.

"We have to get food, so we can cook a good meal. I will catch fish for us." Ian is suddenly super motivated.

"Yeah, I will get some veggies from our garden. Rest so you can work hard for us later." Eva has taken care of the garden and grown some stuff.

Your heart is filled with pride, and you hug them both. "You guys are the best, just don't forget to play with your friends too." You feel bad about being so poor,, but it can't be helped. After losing both parents, you are left as the oldest to take care of them.

And you do everything for them, even if it means stealing.

You go and rest for a while until sunset.

Then you cook the fish and vegetables that your siblings got for tonight. They are very good kids. You are very proud of them. You make soup for your youngest sibling, Owen.

"Dinner is ready." You dish everyone up, making sure your siblings get more than you.

"Looks great." Eve beams at the food.

"I worked hard for this fish, so you better eat it all." Ian looks at both of you sternly.

"Thank you both for the food." You are truly grateful to them.

"Will you have to go again soon?" Ian knows well that I have to leave them alone sometimes due to my 'nightwork'.

It can take days to get the treasure and to get my money. Not even mentioning the time I have to spend hiding. Still, the pay is so high that I can't afford not doing it.

"I will have to see,, but currently I have nothing lined up." I know it's hard for them when I'm not here,, but there is no other way for me to afford the medicine.

Ian seems troubled.

"Don't frown, Ian, we can handle everything just fine." Eve pats his back.

"Well, of course, but I'm worried about you." Ian becomes confident, but then frowns at you.

"Haha, I can watch out for myself. I'm plenty strong." I giggle. Sometimes he acts like the dad. It's sad that they all have to grow up so fast.

"Yeah, like the time you beat that bear. That was so cool!" Eve's eyes sparkle.

Ian shakes his head. "That was scary."

"I gotta agree with you. I will go and check on Owen. He needs to eat." You worry about the amount of food he eats. It's definitely not enough.

The others keep bickering, and you walk into the room. You open the windows, fill the pitcher with water, and check on Owen. He looks at you with tired eyes,, but he is smiling weakly.

"Hey there, sleepy head. Time for food." You smile, trying to hide your worries.

"I'm not really hungry." He says with a weak voice.

"It's very tasty. So why not try a bit?" His state breaks your heart,, but you fight through it.

Owen nods and you help him sit.

You feed him slowly. He seems to like it. This is relieving.

At some point, he can't eat anymore. "You ate half a bowl today. Great work." You encourage him.

Then you change his bedding and shake his pillows before giving him his medicine.

He frowns.

"I know it's bitter, but it helps, right? I have an apple for dessert if you take it all." You bribe him with a sliced apple.

"Pudding would be better." Owen smiles sheepishly.

"Pudding makes everything better. I will see what I can do." Sadly, even pudding is a luxury for us. I wonder if I can get a portion for everyone?

"It's alright, I like apples." Owen knows more about your situation than he lets on.

Owen bravely takes his medicine and eats a few slices of the apple.

You bring the rest to your other siblings.

Then you do a few chores before heading to work.

It's going to be a long night, you can already tell.

The bar you work at is a bit rowdy, the patrons are ruff, but overall good people. It's usually fun to work at the place.

The gruff owner is a nice guy, who often gives you 'leftovers' or stuff his wife made that he apparently really doesn't like. You know that neither is true,, but you are also not one to just take handouts, and he is also a bit awkward,, so this is how you two handle things.

"Hey, I'm in." I say hi to the owner, who grunts at me.

I start to clean the floor and prepare everything for opening time.

"Hey, the wife made some strange stuff again. Please take it off my hands' kiddo?" The owner shoves a box towards you.

It's definitely food that smells great. "Are you sure? It sure smells nice."

"Get it off me, before I toss it out." The owner frowns.

I take the box. "Alright, thank the wife for me." I smile at him and put the box in the back.

"You're gonna make her believe her food is any good." He grumbles.

"Don't let her hear that,, or she might believe you." I grin at him, knowing that he loves her food.

He shrugs. "We've got game night tonight so if it gets rowdy, feel free to kick them."

With game night, he means gambling. It's not really legal, but it brings good business but of course also some strange people.

"Sure thing. I hope we get some big spenders tonight." Usually, the drunken winners give nice tips.

"You just keep dreaming big kiddo, as long as we make money I'm happy." He keeps cleaning glasses while talking.

You clean the last few tables and get the gaming stuff ready, it's just a box of dice, cards and such things.

Slowly the guests are pouring in. Most of which you know on a first-name. They order their usual. These guests aren't only here for gambling, they are here on most nights anyway.

Then when night breaks a different clientele is pouring in and filling the tables.

They all know the game. Trading money for snacks or coasters. Some use their means of hiding the money in play.

The owner keeps a close eye on everything from a distance. While you keep filling glasses.

Nothing strikes you as odd until you see a Goblin on one of the tables. This by itself isn't all that unusual, all kinds of folk come here after all. This goblin somehow strikes you as odd.

Then suddenly you realize, his hair color is white. That is certainly unusual, sadly you can't see his eyes since he wears yellow-tinted glasses.

This might be the guy that screwed you over. You feel anger rising at this realization. Even if he probably didn't mean to, he still cost you a nice paycheck.

For a while, you try to keep a close eye on him but the other customers keep you busy.

Especially when a guy wins big and throws around for everyone. Of course, this is a cause for celebration for everyone.

Now with the alcohol level raised you have to use your kicking abilities a few times. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You handle yourself well and the owner kicks a few rowdy guests out.

Finally, it calms down a bit in the early hours of the morning.

You sigh deeply, but it was pretty successful. You got a big tip from one guy.

The goblin is forgotten by now.

"I don't need you for the rest of the night." This is the owner's way of telling you to go home and rest.

"Thanks. Don't make too long." You glance around at the few leftover guests.

"No worries, I will kick em out soon." He grumbles.

You take the food and head out the backdoor.

The cool night air feels good on your skin, you take a deep breath and start walking.

Once, you pass by a tight ally, and you notice a group of guys harassing someone.

Under your watch! It seems to be three guys, all rather drunk. You can take them.

You walk towards the guys. "Hey, I think that's enough."

"Huh, what's that? Are you kiddn me?" One of the drunks looks towards me.

"Whatever that guy did, he had enough. You all don't want to go to jail for killing a guy, do you?" You huff at them, trying to look bigger than you are.

"Aw, come on, he has it comin. This guy is a cheat." The other man kicks the poor victim.

You shake your head. "Come on guys, just go home, he learned his lesson."

The guy on the floor groans. "I'll be good, I swear." He doesn't sound super convincing, to be honest.

The drunks shuffle around. Seemingly unhappy to leave.

"Guys go home. You got your money back, so your wife won't be mad,, but they might be if you are in jail for murder." You try to convince them.

The guys seem to freeze up. "Ah, well, it's late anyway. You better not show your face here again." With that, they shuffle off.

You sigh with relief when they walk away. You then go to check on the man on the floor.

Now you notice it's the Goblin you saw earlier. His glasses are shattered on the floor, revealing his blue eyes. So it might be that thief from the other night after all.

"Ugh… that hurt. Thanks for that." He staggers while trying to get up.

"You might want to go to a doctor for these injuries." You glare at him.

"What's with that look? Do I know you? D-don't tell me I owe you money?!" Suddenly he seems to be much better and gets up. Seemingly trying to get some distance between you.

"I don't even know you." You glare at him. "Though I'd say you owe me for saving your butt." You feel like he is pretty ungrateful.

"Well, thanks then… Umm, I got no cash, but here I got this necklace." He rummages through his pockets and pulls out a necklace from somewhere.

He dangles it in front of you.

You can only frown at it. "Gee, thanks."

"Hey, it ain't any day that I give stuff like that. So be grateful." He huffs at you.

"I'd be more grateful if it wasn't gaudy or fake." You take the clearly fake jewelry. Maybe Eve will like it.

"Fake? You can tell with just one glance?" He seems impressed.

You feel like he has just seen right through you. "It's a special talent." You shrug and play it cool.

"Well, in that case. I could use your special skills for a job. I need someone to tell me what the valuables are." He changes right into business mode.

"Are you offering illegal work to me?" You act all offended.

"Come on, the job in that dingy bar doesn't pay well. I'd split 90:10." He smiles at you.

"I gladly take that 90 percent, very generous." You know that's not his offer,, but he somehow irritates you.

"It'll be 10 for you,, obviously." He shakes his head.

"No, thanks. I don't trust you anyway." You glare at him.

"Fine, how about 30 percent?" He throws his hand up as if he is being generous.

"More like 70 for me if you can't even tell what's fake." You can't believe that you are still talking to this guy.

He sighs. "Alright, I get it, same risk same reward right? So 50:50. My last offer."

"You seem quite desperate. What kind of stuff are we talking about here, anyway?" Now you are getting curious.

"It's an old mansion. Real old money. Real old scum, too. I just want to grab some of their valuables. It's not like they're gonna miss it anyway." He is vague,, but you somehow feel like you know what place he is talking about.

"Does that happen to be the raven mansion?" The place where your heist was interrupted.

His eyes go wide. "How'd you know?"

"Let's just say that I got interrupted in my own business by some amateur." You glare at him.

"Wait… t-that was you? Oh man, you were ama… umm I mean you were okay." The tips of his ears glow dark.

"You should grovel for what you have done. Screwed me right out of a job." Finally, you can let your anger out.

"I had no idea you were there. I'm sorry." He seems at least half earnest. "So that only means you already know the place, and you can finish the other job there too. I'd take no cut of that either. See, I'm very generous."

"Says the guy that offered me ten percent." You huff at him.

"That was just testing the waters, I'd given you at least 30." He puffs his cheeks. "So it's all settled then?"

"No, I still don't trust you." You eye him carefully.

"What would it take for you to take the job?" He asks, also looking for a sign of weakness in me.

"Well, first of all your name." This is an important first step, at least.

"Ah, could've said you were interested. I mean, you were eyeing me in the bar the whole time. I'm down if you are." He calmly shrugs.

You take a step towards him. "You wish." You look him right in the eyes, glaring at him.

He awkwardly looks away. "J-just saying I'm a handsome goblin…"

"I have seen better. Besides, it means that you checked me out, doesn't it?" You grin at him.

His cheeks turn dark. "N-no, I just felt a burning gaze on me the entire time."

"That was disdain and nothing else." You cross your arms.

"Call it whatever you want." He huffs and turns his head awkwardly. "Anyway, how am I supposed to show that you can trust me?"

"How about telling me your name?" You eye him with suspicion.

"I'm the great Mammon. Better not forget it." He puffs his chest in a display of pride.

You don't acknowledge his presentation whatsoever. "What are you planning to do with that treasure?"

"I'm gonna sell it for cash to pay some debts. I might keep a thing or two for my collection too." Mammon seems pretty honest about it, at least.

"With that, you mean you pawn it and gamble." You only can guess,, but his behavior at the bar speaks volumes.

He seems to feel called out. "Hey, I'm good at gambling, just some people think I'm too good ya know?"

"Nobody is good at it, it's just luck and in your case cheating. You should know better than to gamble all your cash." You start to lecture him.

"I get it, I get it." He sighs. "You sound like my big bro." He sighs deeply. "So, this is all you want to know?"

You think for a moment. "I don't know,, but I guess it's enough for now. I'd wish I had some security at least.” You sigh. "I know it can't be helped."

"I get ya, you've got a life you can't just go or whatever." Mammon seems to agree with you. "Alright, I don't like doing this,, but I got something that might convince you." He then starts to rummage through his vest, he obviously has some hidden pockets in there.

He then produces a gold coin. "Here ya go. I want it back after the job is done. So better not lose it." Mammon seems a bit reluctant to let the coin go.

"This coin seems important to you." You carefully inspect it, it's real, but there seems to be some story here.

"Goldie is my personal good luck charm." He looks almost fondly at the coin.

You smile, somehow this is cute. When you realize your smile, you make your face freeze once more.

"Alright, I acknowledge you as my partner." You reach your hand out to him.

"So that's what it took,, huh?" He seems a bit confused but also relieved.

You shake hands and the deal is sealed.

Mammon suggests a meeting point in a few days' time. He needs to heal and prepare after all.

You also have to make sure your siblings are taken care of. So this works for you.

#obey me one master to rule them all #omswd #obey me mammon #monster tales #obey me fanfiction

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mytwilightimagines13 · 3 years

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Memories from the past (Part Fourteen)(Caius Volturi)

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The beasts within Caius and Athenodora calmed down once they knew the venom was in Xandria’s bloodstream. Caius grabbed his robe he had tossed over a chair and quickly put it on, calling for Jane and Alec. They appeared shortly and Caius informed them of what was occurring at the moment. “Inform my brothers and sister of Xandria transformation. And make sure Felix and Demetri stay near.” Was all he said before closing the door again, helping his wife clean their little mate up. Dora put her in a comfortable red dress, trying to give their mate as much comfort as was possible. Caius quickly put on his boxers again and tossed the robe again. Dora put on a less sexy night gown type of dress. It may have taken the couple about five minutes to do all of this but the first screams escaped Xandria’s lips. Their hearts broke and soon Caius had curled her against his bare chest, hoping the contact would perhaps sooth her pain, or calm her down at the bare minimum. Dora quickly followed, sitting beside her husband and holding her little mates hands in hers. And they stayed like that for the following three days, holding her close, slightly flinching at her screams and trying to sooth her as much as possible.

Their bites send me over the edge even more and a warm feeling nestled in my neck, a satisfied smile on my face while I laid down on my back, enjoying the high of what had just happened. I finally made love to my mates and it was the best and most wonderful feeling in the world. Although the high was slowly wearing off as the warmth in my neck increased. It got hotter. Uncomfortable now. Too hot. Much, much too hot. Like grabbing the wrong end of a curling iron. My automatic response was to try and get whatever was on my neck to hit it off. But there was nothing on my neck. The heat was inside me. The burning grew—rose and peaked and rose again until it surpassed anything I’d ever felt. I felt the pulse behind the fire raging now in my chest and realized that I’d found my heart, just in time to wish I never had. This felt like pure torture. The fire blazed hotter and I screamed. I wanted to move my arms, to try to end myself and the fire within me, but I couldn’t move. My body was being kept in an iron grip impossible for me to escape from. I started to beg for someone to kill me now, not wanting to live a second longer in the pain. “Shh, my love.” I hear Caius whisper in my ear. “You can do this, amore.” Athenodora said, her voice seeming to come from besides Caius. My body felt heavy and another scream escaped my lips and hot tears run down my face. The flames nestled in my chest and engulfed my heart. Burying me in the flames that were chewing their way out from my heart now, spreading with impossible pain through my shoulders and stomach, scalding their way up my throat, licking at my face. “Please, please. I don’t want, it hurts too much.” I cried out. My mind was unbearably clear—sharpened by the fierce pain and I could hear them clearly. “We know, we know. Shh. You are doing great. It will be over soon.” Caius whispered, his voice cracking softly. I had never heard him like this, so fragile. He was a warrior, a king yet now he sounded like a man in despair. I tried to stay strong, to fight against the pain that soared through my veins, changing every cell one at a time. But I had no idea how long I could manage to stay quiet and fight this fire. All I wanted was to die. To never have been born. The whole of my existence did not outweigh this pain. Wasn’t worth living through it for one more heartbeat. Let me die, let me die, let me die. And, for a never-ending space, that was all there was. Just the fiery torture, and my soundless shrieks, pleading for death to come. Nothing else, not even time. So that made it infinite, with no beginning and no end. One infinite moment of pain. The only change came when suddenly, impossibly, my pain was doubled. The lower half of my body was suddenly on fire, too. I could not help the scream that erupted from deep within me and I tried to curl my back, trying to keep the heat in my upper body, but to no avail. The endless burn raged on. It could have been seconds or days, weeks or years, but, eventually, time came to mean something again. Three things happened together, grew from each other so that I didn’t know which came first: time restarted and I got stronger. Though the fire did not decrease one tiny degree—in fact, I began to develop a new capacity for experiencing it, a new sensitivity to appreciate, separately, each blistering tongue of flame that licked through my veins—I discovered that I could think around it. I could remember why I shouldn’t scream. I could remember the reason why I’d committed to enduring this unendurable agony. I could remember that, though it felt impossible now, there was something that might be worth the torture. I could feel strong arms surrounding me while two delicate hands held onto mine. I knew I should keep my screams in for them. For my mates. For my beautiful Dora and my handsome Caius. And so I did. I kept quiet and tried to endure it as much as I could. To anyone watching me, there would be no change. But for me, as I struggled to keep the screams and thrashing locked up inside my body, where they couldn’t hurt anyone else, it

felt like I’d gone from being tied to the stake as I burned, to gripping that stake to hold myself in the fire. I had just enough strength to lie there unmoving while I was charred alive. My hearing got clearer and clearer, and I could count the frantic, pounding beats of my heart to mark the time. I could count the shallow breaths that gasped through my teeth. I could count the low, even breaths that came from Caius as he gently inhaled my scent, trying to keep himself as calm as possible. I could hear Dora’s steady breaths as well and I slowly felt that she had moved her head to rest on my belly, curling around my legs, trying to keep me as still as possible. These moved slowest, so I concentrated on them. They meant the most time passing. More even than a clock’s pendulum, those breaths pulled me through the burning seconds toward the end. I continued to get stronger, my thoughts clearer. When new noises came, I could listen. “You are doing amazing, my love.” Caius whispered and I felt his lips press against my temple. “We love you so much. And we are so grateful for what you do for us.” Dora said as she pulled my wrist towards her lips, pressing her lips against it. It calmed me down but something wasn’t right. Normally their cool skin cooled me down, yet I could only feel their touch without a difference in temperature. I wanted to response but I stayed paralyzed, too afraid that I would start screaming again or trash around. Not while I had the strength to hold myself still. Through all this, the racking fire went right on burning me. But there was so much space in my head now. Room to ponder their conversation, room to remember what had happened, room to look ahead to the future, with still endless room left over to suffer in. Also room to worry. Would I be able to do it? Be a vampire? Make them proud? Or will they regret their decision? I quickly shook those thoughts away. It was too late to dwell on actions from the past. I went back to counting their breaths to mark the time. Ten thousand, nine hundred forty-three breaths later Dora spoke again. “How much longer?” she asked. “It won’t be long now,” Caius told her. How long? Couldn’t they at least say it aloud for me? Was that too much to ask? How many more seconds would I burn? Ten thousand? Twenty? Another day— eighty-six thousand, four hundred? More than that? “I never thought it was possible but she is becoming even more breathtakingly beautiful than before.” Dora said and I felt her slender fingers gently caress my cheek and her fingers gently followed the curves of my lower lip. If I wasn’t in so much pain I would have gently bit down, just to tease her. “I am afraid others will think the same way. If one of them as much point a finger at her in a way that displeases me I will not stand for myself.” Caius growled softly. Dora chuckled. “Neither will I.” Their words gave me hope that maybe I didn’t resemble the charcoal briquette I felt like. It seemed as if I must be just a pile of charred bones by now. Every cell in my body had been razed to ash. “I still cannot believe we are finally complete, after all those centuries.” Caius said, his voice so soft and full of love. “I know, my love. And I promise I won’t go back to the tower. I will pick up my duties again.” Dora said. “You will?” Caius’ voice was filled with amazement and admiration. “I will. I am sorry I distanced myself from you for centuries. I- I had just lost all hope of finding Xandria. But you pulled me through and now I want to repay you both. Give you both my time and energy and love.” I felt a slight movement and Dora’s head lifted off of my belly. I heard the distant sound of vampire lips colliding in a passionate kiss. I never knew she had distanced herself from Caius. Maybe that is why he had grown cruel according to the stories I was told in the two weeks I have been here. They whispered things in ancient greek to each other, but it sounded very soft and lovingly that I was almost certain they told each other how much they loved one another. A small smile made its way around

my lips. “She is smiling, Caius. Look.” Dora said. “You are almost there, my love. Hang on.” Caius whispered and I felt Dora place her head back on my belly, a small sigh of content escaping her lips. I heard the quiet buzz of the light hanging from the ceiling. I heard the faint wind brushing against the outside of the castle, and I could even feel the soft breeze against my skin from the opened balcony doors. Although, sadly, it did nothing to soothe the fires within me. I could hear everything. I could hear tourists and locals chatting, children laughing. Merchants trying to sell their wares. Singers and musicians trying to entertain the crowds. I counted the seconds along with the rhythm of the music. Twenty-one thousand, nine hundred seventeen and a half seconds later, the pain changed. On the good-news side of things, it started to fade from my fingertips and toes. Fading slowly, but at least it was doing something new. This had to be it. The pain was on its way out.… And then the bad news. The fire in my throat wasn’t the same as before. I wasn’t only on fire, but I was now parched, too. Dry as bone. So thirsty. Burning fire, and burning thirst… Also bad news: The fire inside my heart got hotter. How was that possible? My heartbeat, already too fast, picked up—the fire drove its rhythm to a new frantic pace. “Dora, listen.” Caius said as he heart my heartbeat picking up in a frantic pace. “Finally.” Dora breathed out in relief. The fire retreated from my palms, leaving them blissfully pain-free and cool. But it retreated to my heart, which blazed hot as the sun and beat at a furious new speed. The loudest sound in the room was my frenzied heart, pounding to the rhythm of the fire. “It is almost over, my love.” Caius whispered, holding me even closer to his chest. My relief at his words was overshadowed by the excruciating pain in my heart. My wrists were free, though, and my ankles. The fire was totally extinguished there. The room went silent besides the jack-hammering of my heart as they all stopped breathing for a second in response. I considered speaking for a moment, and when I opened my mouth to call out to them then the fire ripped hotter still through my chest, draining in from my elbows and knees. I screamed once more. My heart took off, beating like helicopter blades, the sound almost a single sustained note; it felt like it would grind through my ribs. The fire flared up in the center of my chest, sucking the last remnants of the flames from the rest of my body to fuel the most scorching blaze yet. The pain was enough to stun me, to break through my iron grip on the stake. My back arched, bowed as if the fire was dragging me upward by my heart. My hands broke free from Dora’s grip and I was scratching at my chest, trying to rip out my heart. Caius and Dora quickly held onto one hand each, preventing me from possibly hurting myself in the process. It became a battle inside me—my sprinting heart racing against the attacking fire. Both were losing. The fire was doomed, having consumed everything that was combustible; my heart galloped toward its last beat. The fire constricted, concentrating inside that one remaining human organ with a final, unbearable surge. One final and agonizing scream left my lips and my entire back arched as my head fell backwards. The surge was answered by a deep, hollow-sounding thud. My heart stuttered twice, and then thudded quietly again just once more. There was no sound. No breathing. Not even mine. For a moment, the absence of pain was all I could comprehend. And then I opened my eyes and gazed above me in wonder.

#caius volturi #athenodora volturi #volturi #volturi imagine #vampire #twilight imagine #twilight

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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That I Love You 2/2

Older!Damian Wayne X West! Reader

Warnings:explicit language

Words:1153

Y/N West, deals with heartache of having the one she loves the most not there for her when she needed him

My God Parents Dick and Barbara. My cousin Lian. Barry and Iris. Some of the team members. All came to see, me. Though the one I hopped to see the most never came. I guess I didn't mean that much to, Damian. That really hurts. Why does Damian make me feel so joyful and sad at the same time. Why do I have to love him? 2 weeks later. I'm home, and I'm thankfully ok. All healed up. So why do I feel so broken? Why didn't Damian care to at least ask me 'are you ok?'. I took a literal bullet for him. Was our friendship nothing to him? I lay in my bed unable to stop from tossing and turning. Get out of my head, Damian! I sat up wearing my t-shirt and pajama pants. My room is upstairs with a window. I speed on top of the roof. I take a deep breath feeling the gentle night breeze. I then nearly gasp seeing my brother. He snuck out! I motion my eyes and head next to me. He speeds next to me sitting by me. He put his knees upward and held his wrist. I cross my legs.

He laughs nervously "so hahaha I bet you're wondering where I went"

"uh-huh"

"in the middle of the night?" he questioned with a nervous voice

"uh-huh" I said again

He rubs his neck "Jennifer" he slightly chuckled "guess lightning didn't just give me a chance to save lives it became apart of something so much more"

"Aww, Jai I had no idea and I never new how adorable you sound talking about your crush"

"fuck please don't start getting all damn sensitive on me. I'll never talk to you about my relationships again"

"relationship!"

He face planted "shit"

I laugh holding his arm "just be glad she, cares about you back"

"the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"do you have to read into everything I say" I sighed

"Y/N c'mon I already feel embarrassed as fuck. It'd be nice for you to feel the same"

"gee thanks" I knew, he wasn't serious that he's actually curious and he cares about me

"guess mine is sorta like a bird"

"Damian? That asshole?"

"don't call him that!" I demanded hitting his neck

"look I'm not trying to be an ass but.. He fucking left. He brought you to the Med-bay and then leaves you. You deserve better than, Y/N"

"Jai, I don't know why he left but.. I-I-I--" I feel my words stuck in my throat I felt rejected by, Damian "I still fucking care about him. I am not really mad am just.." I feel my eye's swell "hurt" I started crying

Jai, places his hand on my shoulder and I hug my brother tightly. After four hours of Mom and Dad telling me to be safe I went to the hub. I step inside each of my friends greet me with hugs. I then feel my breath hitch, my surroundings are blurred and I see only him. Damian. Why is he so damn attractive?

"H/N, you're late"

I feel as if my heart is being stabbed "that's it!"

"tt, you still are in need of recovery. You--"

Now I'm really pissed "alright you opinionated jerk! We are discussing a few things, before I really make a scene" I demanded

"tt"

"now!" I nearly screamed pointing to the balcony

We step to the balcony with each of the team members eye's locked on us. We made it outside. I glare at, Damian enraged as he folded his arms.

"you jerk!"

"you already stated such"

I ignore his remark "I took a bullet for you, jerk! Literally! And you couldn't even manage the decency after the shit I've put up with from you! You couldn't even oh I don't know say thank you! Or you could have come to see me!.. You fucking hurt me like that" I nearly cried "say something!" he grunted "that doesn't count"

"dammit, Y/N! I know! Dammit I know"

I sigh deeply folding my arm's "what happened to us?"

"we grew up and grew apart. We're not children, we'll I never was--"

"oh, please you can't deny that I had a little bit of influence on you"

"as I was saying we changed"

"not really I mean I'm still fun and you're still no fun at all. We balance each other"

"you truly believe that?"

"yeah, well no duh. Don't you?"

He steps to me. I look at the ground knowing he is looking at me. I sigh under my breath.

I sadly smile "you must think I'm so weak"

"Y/N, you're one of the strongest people I know"

"Aww Damian you're complementing me"

"tt" he said

Damian, put his hand on my shoulder making my heart race. I place mine on his I shut my eye's not wanting to see the look on his face. Fearing it'd break my heart.

"thanks" I softly said

"enough!" he demanded pulling his hand away and steps away abruptly

"what the hell is your problem" I ask with a brittle voice.

I open my eyes with a heavy heart. He sighs heavily then breathing heavy with rage

"I should be the one thanking you! Dammit, Y/N! I don't deserve this! You need to stay as far as away as you can from me. I'm--" I cut him off

"alright that is it! You're the one who has the temper but I'm done! You are not finishing that damn sentence!" I feel my eye's swell and then I started crying. I hate crying! I continued "because it's a lie! You are going to listen to me! If you so much as think for a moment you are not good enough or you're a monster. Or anything unimportant in my life! Shit, Dami. It's not true"

I cried a little harder because I'm hurting a little bit more. I hate he can't see himself they way I do. I hate even more that I can't stop loving him. I sniff trying to dry the raining tears. I look of to the side not wanting him to see me breaking.

"Y/N, I may not ever comprehend how you somehow see good in me" he takes a deep breath I look at him allowing my tears to fall "I admire you for caring about me given how I've treated you throughout our friendship" he takes a deep breath "dammit if the reason for my heart is aching to be, with you mean I love you"

It was in this moment we broke the walls down together. I touch his chin he tenderly places his forehead on mine.

"I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't feel the same. You know I was more scared to lose you than me dying"

He softly smiled and kisses me. The kiss tender, though longing. I feel myself smile within the kiss.

#Damian Wayne X Reader #damian x reader #Wally West #Hurt #Heartache #First kiss #Love confession #Crying #Angst #Comfort #Love #Older! Damian Wayne X Reader #Fluff #Fighting #Robin X Reader

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years

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Bug Bros

Word Count: 2.4k

Requested by @lina-lovebug: Jaime Reyes x Parker! Fem! Reader? They both have a cruch on eachother and Tye and Ed and Barr tease him a lot about it, and always wonder why he doesn't just ask her out. Jaime just doesn't want to start a long distance since she lives in New York, but when she becomes part of the Young leaguers, now he has no excuse. They go out on a first date, which ends abrupt cuz his friends ended up following him. She kisses him anyway and he walks her back to Mt. Justice.

“Dude, staring at her isn’t gonna do anything.” Eduardo snickered at Jaime.

“There’s this thing called talking, you should try that with her.” Tye shook his head as he tossed the guys a soda, sitting down in the Mount Justice lounge with them.

“Shut up, guys!” Jaime groaned, face burning red.

You and your teammates, Peter Parker and Sam Alexander, were here in Rhode Island on official S.H.I.E.L.D business. This wasn’t your first visit here, so nobody was surprised when none of you had really paid attention to the debriefing back at S.H.I.E.L.D (as per usual), so the trip was taking longer than expected (as per usual). Your twin brother, Peter, was currently trying to work out some sort of deal with Black Canary, you and Sam were not listening. You were both bored, and eventually snuck off to the lounge, where some of the Outsiders were chilling.

“Guys mind if we crash here?” Sam asked them, sitting down next to Bart without an answer.

“Sure.” Tye mumbled sarcastically at him.

“So what do you guys do to avoid meetings around here?” You asked as you leaned against the back of the couch behind Jaime, eyes on the tv, which was currently playing Remember the Titans. Jaime’s eyes widened and he stiffened with how close you were to him, and his friends noticed.

“Usually just run the other direction.” Bart said through a mouthful of chips.

“What’s your meeting about, anyways?” Eduardo asked.

You and Sam both shrugged.

“How many times do we have to visit you guys for you to know we never know what’s going on?” You grinned.

“Yeah, we just follow Web Heads lead.” Sam stole a handful of chips from Bart. “It’s funny how you think we take our job seriously.”

Everyone looked at the both of you, concerned.

“We’re kidding, we take it seriously.” You reassure them. “Just nothing to do with...business meetings.”

“Nova! H/N! Get back here!” Spider Man ordered you. Sam rolled his eyes and took one last handful of chips before putting his helmet on and flying over.

“See ya later, Bug Bro.” You ruffled Jaime’s hair before shooting a web and swinging back over. Jaime’s face was now bright red, and he was clutching his soda can so tight his knuckles turned white. Eduardo and Tye started snickering at him, Jaime throwing his empty soda can at them in retaliation It didn’t affect either of them the way Jaime wanted it to, and they kept laughing at him.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Bart asked.

“Because.” Jaime crossed his arms and pouted.

“It’s a simple resolution, dude.” Tye picked up the soda can and tossed it back at him teasingly.

“Just ask her out, amigo!” Eduardo shouted a little too loud. Thankfully, you were too busy getting scolded by Black Canary and Batman to hear. “She obviously likes you, and even a deaf and blind man would know you like her!”

“I can’t ask her out, guys!” Jaime snapped at them, now actually angry. Now they stopped laughing and looked at him, concerned.

“Dude, whats up?” Tye asked his best friend.

“Looks, she lives all the way in New York. I live in El Paso.” Jaime sighed. “There’s no way it would work.”

“But you’re mostly here.” Bart tried to reassure him. “Rhode Island isn’t too far from New York.”

“Asami lives in Japan, we still make it work.” Tye added.

“Asami doesn’t live in Japan. She moved here last week. Don’t think I don’t remember.” Jaime mumbled.

“But before that we had a long distance thing.”

“For like a month while she sorted stuff out with her parents.” Jaime scoffed. “Y/N lives in New York. She’s not moving anytime soon.”

“So...you like her, but you’re not willing to even give long distance a try?” Eduardo raised an eyebrow.

“Well that makes me sound like el huevón, dude!” Jaime snapped. “Look, it just won’t work, okay? Would you guys just drop it?”

The boys all glanced at each other, shocked at Jaime’s outburst. He was always so chill, would hardly even yell at villains, so they almost didn’t recognize him when he was angry. Even Tye didn’t, and he’s known the guy since middle school.

“What’s the ups, dudes? Change the channel, games on.” Virgil waltzed in, snatching the remote from the coffee table.

Virgil didn’t notice the tense atmosphere until his team scored, and he went to high five Jaime, and didn’t get a response.

“Uhh...don’t leave me hangin, bro!” Virgil said, then finally looked at the other boys’ faces. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Jaime grumbled, getting up and walking out to the balcony.

“What’s his deal?” Virgil asked. “I didn’t think it was physically possible for him to be angry...”

“I’ll go talk to him.” Tye rushed after Jaime.

He walked out to the balcony, Jaime sitting on the rail and mumbling to himself, something he often did when he was nervous. Tye would often catch him doing this before math tests or trying a complicated skateboard trick.

“Talk to me, man.” Tye leaned against the railing, resting his chin on his hand.

“I really like her.” Jaime said, just above a whisper. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, you can either tell her and try, or never tell her and miss your chance forever.” Tye said nonchalantly, staring out at the city.

“Wow. That makes me feel better.” Jaime chuckled.

“Hey, you can always count on me to be real with you.” Tye nudged him lightly.

“That I can.” Jaime playfully shoved him.

“So? What are you gonna do?” Tye raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure yet.”

•

“Bug Bro!” You shouted, before jumping onto Jaime’s back. He yelped, quickly straightening up and holding onto the backs of your legs to keep you up.

“Warn me next time?” He asked, grinning up at you and you leaned over his shoulder to see his face.

“Sorry.” You laughed, ruffling his hair affectionately. “I have news, bro.”

“What is it, bro?” He asked as he continued making his way towards the kitchen for some lunch.

“Fury gave the green light, I’m joining the Outsiders!” You beamed excitedly.

“What? Really?” Jaime asked, eyes widening in shock.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be a counselor too.” You smiled.

“Why aren’t you staying in New York?” He asked as you hopped off his back and walked next to him.

“I need a change of scenery.” You shrugged. “Some space from my brother. I love him and all, but he never lets me do a lot on missions. Thinks I’ll get hurt or whatever.”

“Is it permanent?” He asked curiously.

“Nothings permanent, Jaime.” You giggled. “But maybe. I do want to help people more directly. I love my team but I just don’t have that kind of opportunity with S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Yeah...S.H.I.E.L.Ds kinda scary.” Jaime rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well, I’m glad to have you on the team, Y/N.”

“Now I’ll be with my Bug Bro all the time!” You grinned, elbowing him playfully.

“Yeah! Totally.” He grinned nervously.

•

“Dude, what do I even say?” Jaime hyperventilated as he paced back and forth in front of Bart and Tye.

Tye and Bart didn’t really get along, they tolerated each other, but thy weren’t best buds. But when Jaime needed help, they would stop the bickering and work together.

“You got the hard part over with.” Tye shrugged. “She said yes to the date.”

“I know. I thought that was the hard part, turns out it’s not.” Jaime said as he checked himself in the mirror for the thousandth time. “Now I gotta actually make sure she likes me?”

“Well...Yeah?” Bart blinked at his homie. “Dude, just be yourself.”

“But a little less nervous.” Tye added.

“And maybe stop sweating.” Bart nodded.

“Quit worrying about your hair, it hasn’t moved since 2008.”

“Try to flirt a little more.”

“But not too much, you don’t want to come off as an idiot.”

“But you said be myself! None of those things is myself!” Jaime shouted at his friends.

“Be yourself...but calm.” Bart instructed.

“How am I supposed to be calm? I-“

“Dude! You’re late!” Tye yelled when he saw the time, 7 minutes past when Jaime was supposed to leave to pick you up.

“Shit!” Jaime snatched his keys from the dish on the side table. “See you guys later! But what if I mess this up-“

“Go!” Tye and Bart both yelled. Jaime stuck his tongue out at ten before rushing out to his car.

Bart and Tye sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, blankly staring at the tv.

“Wanna follow him?” Bart grinned.

“Oh yeah.” Tye nodded. “Let me call for reinforcements.”

•

“...and then Danny punched a hole trough the wall and hit Sam on accident.” You giggled as you finished a story about your teammates.

“Isn’t Danny supposed to be the chill one?” Jaime chuckled.

“Apparently.” You shrugged. “To be fair, he had a reason to be mad.”

“I suppose. So-“ Jaime opened his mouth to ask another question, but froze when he saw something: a few tables back and on the row across from them, he saw Tye, Bart, Eduardo and Virgil wearing sunglasses, fake mustaches and their hoods. He instantly glared at them, motioning discreetly for them to leave.

“What are you-?” You turned to look where he was.

“Wait Wait Wait!” Jaime shouted, a little too loudly, gaining the attention of several other customers. He smiled nervously and cleared his throat. “Um...you mentioned earlier a time when Sam crash landed into the White House?”

“Oh yeah!” You laughed, and began the story.

Jaime wanted to pay attention, he really did, but he couldn’t take his focus off his idiot friends. First of all he couldn’t believe Tye agreed to the ‘disguises’. Second of all, he couldn’t believe they were spying on him! Had they no regard for privacy and personal space?? Okay, so, maybe he did believe it.

‘Jaime Reyes, I advise you to focus on the Y/N Parker. She may grow angry if she discovers you are not listening. Shall I activate and obliterate the Tye Longshadow, Bart Allen, Eduardo Dorado Jr and Virgil Hawkins so you may focus properly on the Y/N Parker’s story?’ The Scarab asked.

“No! No obliteration!” Jaime mumbled.

“Is the Scarab talking to you?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah, sorry. He’s been yapping in my ear, it’s hard to concentrate.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh. Well, we can leave if you want.” You smiled and waved over the waitress for the check.

“Please, let me.” Jaime set down his credit card before you could even open your wallet.

“Come on, you drove us here.” You sigh as the waitress took his credit card.

“It’s no trouble, really.” He shook his head. “It’s my fault this is ending so abruptly, it’s the least I can do.”

Once the waitress came back with his card he led to back out to his car, glaring at his friends as you passed the table. They all snickered, quickly paying their bill and piling into Virgil’s car.

“Where’d they go?” Bart asked as he leaned forward, between Virgil and Tye.

“Uh...there!” Eduardo pointed ahead. “¡Dale!”

Virgil stepped on it, following close behind Jaime’s black car. Tye looked at his phone when a text alert went off, seeing a text from Jaime: Quit following me! You’re all dead!

Tye just snickered, before responding with: wow, texting and driving? Not cool, man.

They followed Jaime’s car all the way back to Mount Justice, Eduardo and Bart bickering as they tried to see between the front seats, shoving each other. Virgil parked far behind them, just close enough to be able to see.

You were clueless to the car full of idiots as Jaime walked you up to the entrance. Jaime was well aware, and worried that you would notice them.

‘Jaime Reyes, get her inside quick. Once the door shuts we shall obli-‘

“Scarab, Stop!” Jaime scolded.

“He’s still chatty?” You giggled at Jaime as you reached the doors.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You can’t help that the alien parasite attached to you is talkative.” You smile up at him, making him laugh. “Uh...I had a really good time. Even if it was cut short.”

“Yeah, me too.” He smiled back at you, equally as nervous and awkward.

You both stood there for a few moments, not sure what to do next.

“What are they doing?” Eduardo asked as he shoved Batt aside to see better.

“They’re just standing there.” Virgil shook his head. “Is this dude really not smooth at all?”

“Trust me, hasn’t been smooth ever since we were kids.” Tye shook his head. “Doesn’t have a smooth bone in his body.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure your bones are smooth-Ow! What?” Bart rubbed his arm where Eduardo punched him.

“Come on, Jaime, do something.” Virgil groaned, starting to get second hand embarrassment for the guy.

Jaime knew he wanted to kiss you, but was it what you wanted? Would you yell at him? Not return it? Never lack to him ever again? Luckily, his anxious thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly craned your neck up to be able to press your lips to his. It was a quick peck on the lips, just to test the waters. He pulled you in for another kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to lift yourself up a little higher.

“Finally!” Tye shouted, probably loud enough for the both of you to hear if you weren’t so busy.

“Oh, gross! I said kiss, not suck face!” Virgil pretended to gag.

“Dang, they’re really going at it.” Bart mumbled.

“You guys ruin the mood.” Eduardo shook his head. “Is this what it’s like to date you?”

“First of all, watching someone suck face is way different than sucking face.” Tye said.

“Quit saying ‘suck face’.” Eduardo cringed.

“Second of all, I am a delight to date.”

“Ha!” Virgil snorted, then slapped his hand over his mouth when Tye sent him a death glare. “I mean...yeah dude, who wouldn’t date you? You’re just so...lovely.”

“Uh...guys...Jaime’s coming for us.” Bart warmed.

“Crap! Start the car! Start the car!” Eduardo shrieked as Jaime activates his Blue Beetle suit, flying at them with the thirst for revenge in his eyes.

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aliypop · 3 years

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It’s All Greek To Me

Wordcount: 1,753

Warning : None

A/N: So this story is shining a light on not one but two characters Adonis and Aron!

"Adonis, watch your footwork..." Achilles grumbled, looking down at the young warrior, his foot placement off his body hunched over as his eyes passed on a few women walking by, "Your father nor Athena would be proud of you." he sighed, watching as Adonis turned to look back at him,

"I heard nothing of what you said..."

"As usual." Achilles laughed, holding onto his sword, " Women will be the same thing that gets you killed..." he looked at Adonis, perching himself on the column, "I doubt that... For I have no weaknesses..." Adonis laughed, his piercing blue eyes telling a lie that he had yet known existed, "Even the Gods have weaknesses, Tripolakis." he lunged forward as the other man blocked, "You'll just have to find it." Adonis looked at him a bit confused,

"You sound crazier than my father, who believes me to be king of Greece like him."

"Is Zeus not the king of the Gods,"

"Yes."

"And are you not of Artemis..."

"What do you speak of..."

"I've said too much." Achilles gasped, "Before you ask, I can not give you the answers of which you seek." he sighed as Adonis stormed off into the palace. Columns and paintings lined the halls as handmaids and servants moved out of the prince's rage. "What is Achilles going on about..." Adonis growled, his eyes becoming stormy like Poseidon's seas. Manolis, his father, only laughed as Varsia, his mother looked on in terror,

"What all did he tell you..."

"That I am of Artemis... " Adonis tensed up as Manolis chuckled, "That's foolish..." his dark curls shaking with every roar of his laughter, "You are the son of a king." he stood up to approach his son, "The son of me, the son of Greece!" Manolis smirked, "You will bring Greece to victory just as my father before me." Adonis stood back from his father's grasp as he locked eyes with his mother. As the night fell upon Greece Adonis was restless, he wanted to blame it on the wine he had consumed or the countless women Adonis had ravished ever so great, but he couldn't. His mind only focused on what his father said and what Achilles had said. Walking out towards the balcony, he could see the stars, which were always his favorite.

They reminded him that he was never alone in the world and that the Gods were smiling upon him.

"Almighty Zeus, if you're listening, send me a sign to guide me as to what I should do." his bow and cape in the corner of his chambers as he laughed, "Funny..." he rolled his eyes, walking away from the items until a thunderbolt followed suit towards them,

"I see you were serious..."

"Talking to the Gods again..." Adonis jumped, watching as his mother stood behind him, "You'll need this on your journey..." Varsia smiled,

"It's the symbol of Apollo. It'll get you between realms..."

"Realms..."

"I haven't much time to explain..." she sighed. The two walk towards the stables, saddling up, "I can only get you but so far to Olympus, but they can get you to Asgard."

"Mother, you're not making sense."

"You'll know when you'll get there." she kissed his forehead, sending him on his way.

"He's on his way..." Hermes announced, watching from the grounds of the kingdom that was Olympus. Fixtures of silver graced the mountains as the Gods all came to surround their messenger. "A bit early. isn't he..." Chronos responded as Aphrodite chuckled, "Zeus isn't going to like this one bit..." her arms crossed,

"Besides, he harnesses no exceptional powers and-" an arrow shot her way as the goddess looked towards Athena, who then pointed towards Artemis. Her arms folded against her person,

"Apollo, send him away..."

"Again..." he sighed, looking at her, "But..."

"Send him away!" she commanded. Apollo nodded, opening a portal to another realm, one called.

"Vanaheim," Astrid laughed, her dark hair braided dressed in green. " You must not be from here..." she eyed the man's armor. It resembles those of a Greek warrior watching as he rubbed his head, "I must've fallen hard." he mumbled, looking around, surrounded by grass, land, deer, " A palace..." he squinted, "And those are clouds, and this is a tree." she sassed, using her powers to help him stand,

"And you are..." he smirked, kissing her hand.

"Taken by Loki." she winked, removing her hand from his lips. "Come along, let's get you dressed..." walking into the palace, Adonis was taken by the beauty of colors and nature combined. It was as if Persephone and Artemis had both come together to create such a palace.

"Aron!" Astrid called out,

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy painting-"

he dropped the brush, his eyes on the stranger.

"This is Adonis ... could you dress him."

"Perhaps..." Aron smiled at Adonis, gesturing for him to follow him, "Oh and Astrid..." he watched his younger sister turn, "Yes, Aron..." she responded, her amulet glistening in the sun, "Isabasia and Thor are still waiting for your blessing..." Astrid only groaned, rolling her eyes as she marched off towards the throne room. Adonis's eyes wandered over the prince's figure as he was a bit lean yet graceful. He had a smile brighter than Apollo's sun and eyes that twinkled like the stars.

"Draw him a bath and wrap him in the finest of fabrics," Aron commanded the servants as Adonis looked at the prince, "Such power for someone so young." he commented as Aron chuckled, making Adonis's heart melt, "Oh, I am anything but young... " he sat atop of his bed watching the servants usher Adonis towards the bathtub,

"So tell me..." Adonis cleared his throat, "About yourself." Aron laughed, undressing into his training armor, "Well, I'm a prince, I'm cursed, and the love of my life tried to kill me." he shrugged as Adonis laughed,

"Women are a weakness to you too, huh."

"And men..." Aron mumbled, seeing Adonis's figure from the mirror a lump in his throat. He had the body of God, a sculpture even, and yet it was lounging in his tub. "Where I'm from, warriors bathe together..." he turned to look at Aron, his cheeks turning rosy,

"I should let you relax... uh peacefully." Aron ran out.

Adonis sighed, basking in the sun closing his eyes. " Great Aphrodite, what have I done wrong... " he asked as he heard a light giggle, golden curls falling on top of his head as she squeezed his shoulder, "Terrible subtly..." she then paced in front of him,

"Too forward... and you've only just met the God."

"G-God..." he gulped, as she nodded, "Of nature, strength, and harvest." Aphrodite chuckled,

"How do you know this..."

"Am I not a goddess myself..." she handed him a towel as he stood there awkwardly,

"Uhm..."

"I crafted you to look like that..." she rolled her eyes, "Well, I'll be on my way." she smiled, leaving his presence. Later that night, Aron sat in the gardens of the kingdom, his hand petting an owl, watching his sister and her fiance braiding stems into flower crowns.

"You know stars tell us we're not alone in the world..." Adonis said, startling the prince as he spoke, "Did I scare you.." Aron looked up at him, "Yes... Yes, you did..." he glared at the warrior now dressed in traditional Vanir attire, "And my owl friend..."

"Sorry about that..."

"Why did you come here..." Aron asked, leaning in closer towards him, "Power, money, or my Mother sent you...." a dagger under his throat as Adonis looked up at him, pretty brown eyes glistening in rage, "I was sent here by the Gods... " he stuttered as Aron rolled his eyes,

"Sorry to tell you, this isn't Valhalla..." he growled as Adonis's heart raced faster,

"No, Olympus ..."

"Oh, you have a lot to learn."

"Try to catch up!" Isabasia smirked, nearly tossing him around the training arena, "Hey, you should be lucky, you aren't sparring against her..." she pointed towards her sister, who had Thor pinned to the ground. "How can I when you have an ax at my head." he ducked, missing it right on time, "You just did." her hand on her hips as she threw a bow at him, Adonis catching it as he made an arrow appear in his hand. "I always preferred archery," he breathed, letting the string go as it zipped through the sky, Aron catching it in his hands as Adonis waved back. Both Astrid and Isabasia looking at him.

" I see..."

"You see what, Astrid..." Adonis blushed, his dark brown hair longer with a few braided strands. " You're in love with our brother..." she smirked,

"I..."

"Hesitated, " Thor mentioned, holding his soon-to-be bride close.

"Fine... yes... by the grace of Cupid, I like him..." he pouted, a love-sick look in his eyes.

"Who's cupid?"

"Freya..." Isabasia informed him.

"If you want to impress a loved one..." Astrid looked over to Loki, sending a kiss his way, "Try being more gentle but brave, charming you're a prince, use it." she shrugged. "Does her advice usually work?" Both Thor and Isabasia chuckled, "She may be the goddess of chaos, but she's right about love." She pecked Thor on the lips as Adonis rolled his eyes.

Night fell, and Aron was sitting in the grass next to Loki, rambling about his 90th time reading much ado about nothing,

Which he tended to rant about Shakespear when Astrid was busy around the palace to listen, " And then-" Aron nodded as he looked over, seeing Adonis waiting patiently for him. "I believe Astrids returned to her chambers," Adonis mentioned, pointing to her now lit room.

"Thanks..."

"No worries." he smiled, "Is the seat taken..."

"All yours." Aron smiled, sliding his hand on top of his, "See, you've been training a bit..." he touched one of his muscles as Adonis flexed, "It's nothing. I used to train with all the greats, even the Amazons." Aron looked at him, then at his lips, "You don't say." he watched as Adonis got closer, his hand resting on the Vanir's cheek, "Oh, but I do."

"You know I have a thing... for warriors..." he whispered as Adonis pulled him closer,

"You don't say..."

"Oh, but I do..."

"Damnit, will you two just kiss already!" both Loki and Astrid grumbled from the window, the two eavesdropping.

"Perhaps we can take this to Asgard... We'll be ALONE there."

#marvel fanfiction #marvel characters #marvel ocs #marvel oc fanfic #Isabella sodotirr thor oc #astrid sodotirr loki oc #aron Sodonson #Adonis tropolakis new oc #oc community #oc fanfiction #oc fandom #let me know #Loki Laufeyson #thor odinson

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katrinawritesthings · 3 years

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jonghyun / Taemin; performance piece; PG

can you believe I actually wrote a prompt : )

"I," he says confidently, "am," he says loudly, "i-in," he says noticing the neighbor downstairs and to the right of Jonghyun looking through their own window, "love with you," he says quietly, face on fire. and then, because he knows Jonghyun well tell him to say it louder anyway, repeats himself in a loud rush: "I am in love with you!"

And then quickly puts his face in his hands and crouches down in the dirt for a moment as the family on the sidewalk actually cheers.

The little hat of the acorn in Taemin's hand has a bumpy texture when he rubs his thumb over it, kind of staticy, soft but messy, and that's exactly what it feels like inside of his brain as he stands underneath Jonghyun’s second floor balcony and tosses it at his window.

More accurately, it feels anxious in there.

The argument from just an hour ago plays through his mind as he nervously jiggles all of the spare acorns that he picked up and put in his hoodie pocket along the way. He tosses another one to be sure that Jonghyun knows that it wasn't just a random noise.

Jonghyun loud and indignant, speaking over him and piling on, Taemin guilty and defensive, lashing out and dismissing Jonghyun’s emotions, both of them out of line. Neither of them saying anything constructive right up to the point that Jonghyun threw up his hands and announced that this just wasn't fucking worth it anymore and left.

Maybe Taemin showed up to try to talk to him again too fast. Maybe he should have waited longer. But then, wasn't one of Jonghyun’s main points that Taemin didn't even seem like he cared enough to put in effort? If this isn't effort, then he doesn't know what it is. But still, his head feels like it's made out of static and his hands twist and knot in his hoodie pocket and maybe he should just leave and come back another time and--

And now it's too late because Jonghyun has opened his glass door and stepped out onto the balcony and is frowning down at him, arms crossed on the banister, eyes narrowed.

"What?" His voice, cold like ice. Somehow, though, that lessens Taemin’s anxiety. Replaces some of it with annoyance. Jonghyun really doesn't get to be as mad as he is. Taemin came somewhat prepared for this conversation; at least the first part, so he doesn't second-guess himself and just plows right through with it.

"Okay, first of all," he starts, trying very hard not to think about how good Jonghyun looks from this angle, "you were meaner to me than I think I deserved and I really don't appreciate that and if this works out then I definitely want to talk about that later." And Jonghyun scoffs and rolls his eyes, but he also sucks in his cheeks, what he does when he's trying to suppress a pout, so Taemin lets it slide. "Second of all," Taemin says, and then he sighs.

"You were right," he mumbles. "I didn't––"

"Sorry, say that again? Louder? Real quick?"

Taemin glares up at him. He's looking all innocent, eyebrows raised, one hand on his chest, the other hand cupping his ear.

"You're a brat," he says, at full volume, and then tacks on, "and you were right."

And then he sighs again. puts his face in his hands, rubs his palms into his eyes and forces himself to look back up. Wills himself to say the words that he practiced in his brain in between their looped argument. Jonghyun looks ready to listen instead of just yelling at him some more, at least.

"I didn't know how to," Taemin starts. "I kept. It's just, like." he groans in the back of his throat, rolling his eyes. This is exactly his problem. Jonghyun was right. It's just so hard for him to say things out of his mouth so instead of saying them he pretends like they don't exist and gets defensive when people try to bring them up.

But not this time. He refuses to let his gremlin brain fuck this up for him.

"Every time," he says, clenching his hands hard around the acorns in his hoodie pocket and staring so hard at Jonghyun that he starts to look through him, "every time you would flirt with me or say I was cute or imply that you had feelings for me or whatever. It would make me panic because I thought you were joking, and. And, like. Um." His eyes drift over Jonghyun’s shoulder when he catches movement there and he is mortified to find Jonghyun’s sister leaning half around the sliding door curiously peeping out at him. "Um," he says. Jonghyun’s mom appears behind his sister, saying something to her that Taemin can't hear and then looking at him as well.

"Can-- can you come down here?" he asks Jonghyun. "Please?"

"No," Jonghyun says. "keep talking."

"God," Taemin hisses. "fucker," he snaps. He rubs his hands into his flushed cheeks this time, running through a list of his priorities in his head. Looking out for himself and keeping himself comfortable is important, yeah, but so is Jonghyun, and making sure he doesn't lose Jonghyun is more important to him then being pushed out of his comfort zone for one conversation.

"Fine, but if I do this here then this is the only time I'll ever do something like this and you can't make me do it again," he calls. "This is a one-time-only event."

Besides, he can tack this on to the conversation that they'll hopefully have after this about Jonghyun being unnecessarily mean to him. But first things first, they need to be able to get to that conversation.

"Do it, then," Jonghyun calls back. His voice is steady, challenging, but Taemin can see him shifting his weight, biting his lip. Well. At least he does feel bad about it. That's something. He isn't completely dismissing Taemin’s boundaries. Taemin takes a deep breath and tries again. For real this time. For all the marbles.

"I thought you were just joking, so it made me panic and push you away because." he swallows, clenches his fists so hard he actually feels one of the acorn stems pop through his skin, hisses and whips his hand out of his pocket. Pinching the tiny little wound, a bead of blood rises out of it and he quickly covers it with his thumb before he gets all woozy about it. Focus.

He notices that Jonghyun’s mom has moved to the other side of the door, so the two of them look like they're flanking him, all three of them arms crossed, and that almost makes him even more woozy. He forces his eyes back to Jonghyun. Focus.

"Because I. I feel. About you. And when I thought my feelings were real and yours weren't, I--"

“You feel what about me?"

God, Jonghyun really is perfect for him. All his life Taemin has wanted someone that would cut through his bullshit and help him get his thoughts out clearly. He just wishes that it was as easy as he always dreamed it would be instead of how this is right now, sweat soaking his back, blinking so fast it's like he's his own personal strobe light. Maybe it'll get easier with time. Maybe that's the idea.

Fuck, he sure hopes so.

"I feel so-- so much. About you," he says. He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders, trying to think of all of the things that Jonghyun makes him feel and coming up with so many that they all mix and blend together into one cohesive mass that he can't pluck one specific thing out of. "I look at you, and I."

He looks at Jonghyun, and feels how Jonghyun makes him feel, And his face breaks into a smile, His lungs push out an enamored breath, and his body relaxes just enough for his heart to get out of his throat and swell in his chest Instead. "I feel--" he starts.

Then Jonghyun's left neighbor opens their window.

Loudly. And slowly.turning the squeaky crank deliberately, plastic blinds clacking together, until it's all the way open. And when they finish, they lean out of it, chin in their hand, and look at him.

Casually, pleasantly, like he’s a fucking street performer or something.

Taemin looks back at them, mouth open. What the fuck. He looks at Jonghyun, gestures at them, looks around to see if there is literally anyone else around here that they could actually be looking at.

He doesn't find anyone behind him, but on the sidewalk, he finds a whole family, mommy and mommy and two 5 year olds all on matching scooters, stopped with every eyeball also on him.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters. He lives in clown town and he's the main fucking attraction. Wrenching his eyes back up to Jonghyun, all he sees is raised eyebrows and smirking lips and he scowls. "Okay, fuck you too," he snaps. All Jonghyun does in response to that is smile wide, bright, dazzling, and lick his lips, nod at him in an order to keep talking. Taemin sighs loud and mucousy in the back of his throat and then decides to just rip the bandaid off and say it.

And then quickly puts his face in his hands and crouches down in the dirt for a moment as the family on the sidewalk actually cheers.

Then he pops back up before anyone else can say anything, including Jonghyun, who’s smile has changed into the one where the corners of his lips disappear behind his cheeks and his eyes glitter behind his lashes.

Taemin knows that smile so well, and he knows what it feels like inside of himself, and underneath all of his embarrassment and anxiety and shyness, he feels it now, repeating that confession over and over in celebration.

"And I've been-– like that with you for a long time. And so I thought you were joking and I brushed you off because I couldn't make myself believe that you felt that way about me back. But then, that made you confused. Because you thought-–" Their argument flashes through his mind again. "because you thought I wasn't taking you seriously. and you couldn't make yourself believe that I cared. And I am so sorry about that." He is so sorry that he ever did anything to make Jonghyun feel that he didn't care about him.

"But," he continues. "you said this-–" he flaps his hand back and forth between them two mean their friendship, then remembers he stabbed himself earlier and presses his thumb back into his palm– "I want to be worth it," he says. "I want us to make it worth it. Together." he doesn't care how hard it is. He cares about Jonghyun so much and if he has to stay up all night talking with him to make it work then he'll do it. "because," and then, still blushing, he repeats for good measure, "I love you."

One of the kids on the sidewalk cheers again.

Jonghyun stays quiet, looking at him, smiling at him, tongue between his lips. Taemin stays quiet too because he feels like he made his point and he also feels like if he said any more then he wouldn't shut up. Eventually, Jonghyun gets his forearms off of the banister and pushes himself up with his hands there instead, biting his lip before saying, "You really figured all of that out in an hour, huh?"

"Yeah, well," Taemin says. "Yeah." he brings both hands up together to push through his hair. It was honestly wild to figure out both Jonghyun’s feelings and his own in an hour , but he always has worked best under pressure. "Now you say it back." he demands. Sternly. Definitely without pouting. No matter what anyone else watching might say.

"What?" Jonghyun says blankley.

"Say you love me back, Jonghyun!" Taemin says, definitely in a very strong and clear voice that is not at all whiny, and definitely without stomping his foot into the dirt like a child. The whole fucking reason that they got into that argument in the first place was that Jonghyun was trying to lead into a confession, and if he's not even going to-–

"You tell him."

"Wuh?" Taemin turns, baffled, at a voice from the sidewalk. The family is still there, but now there’s some elderly gay there also, grizzled and grumpy looking, leaning on his walking stick and looking right at him.

"You tell it to him good, kid," he says. "Don't let him play you. He needs to be honest too." and he taps his walking stick on the ground with much more authority than Taemin thinks he will ever have.

"Uh," Taemin says, still baffled but at least glad that this nosy asshole has a point that he can use. He whips back to Jonghyun, pointing at the old gay loudly. "Yeah," he says. "Yes. Yeah! Say it back. Tell me you love me and you weren't joking!" He demands loudly. "Please," he adds, quieter, sheepish, because he immediately feels bad about yelling.

"OH!” Jonghyun exclaims, eyes wide. He giggles, tapping his temple with the heel of his palm and rolling his eyes. "Yeah, right, of course. Taemin." he takes a deep breath, steadies himself, widens his stance, and gets his face into something more serious. Or at least, is trying to fight down his smile.

"I am in love with you back," he says, and Taemin instantly inflates with the happiest breath he's ever breathed. "And I was never joking," Jonghyun continues. "Never ever. Never ever ever. And I'm sorry that I was so harsh with you when we were arguing," he adds. He has more of a sad smile now, guilty, regretful, which again, Taemin appreciates. "I really crossed a line. But I want to work on that and with you." He flaps a hand back and forth between them the same way Taemin did earlier. "To make being with me also worth it."

And then he falls silent, having made his point. Taemin looks up at him, and Jonghyun looks back down at him, and both of them just look at each other for a long while. Taemin bites his lip, feels His heart thudding throughout his entire body.

"Okay," he says.

"Okay," Jonghyun says.

"Okay," Taemin smiles.

"Okay," Jonghyun beams.

"Kiss him!" One of Jonghyun’s neighbors calls. Taemin doesn't even know which one because there are so many fucking people watching them by now. This is the worst possible place he could have picked for a confession, but he's here now, and honestly, the hard part is over. Talking about his emotions is awful. Kissing is easy.

Besides, for the first time, Jonghyun is blushing, pink over his nose. For the first time, Taemin smiles confidently and raises his brows up at him.

"Will you come down here now?" he asks. Jonghyun blushes harder, but he bites his lip and nods, turning to slip through his mom and his sister, hands coming up to his face. Taemin smiles at his back, then looks down at his hands, then remembers again that he stabbed himself with an acorn. "and can you bring me a Band-Aid?" he calls hopefully.

"Yeah," Jonghyun calls back from halfway through his house.

And then it's a minute or two of Taemin just standing there, in the dirt behind this apartment complex, trying very hard to pretend that he doesn't have at least 10 people watching him, before Jonghyun comes down the steps a few windows down and jogs up to him.

"Hey," he says, and "hi," Taemin says, and then they just stand there, both of them, smiling, blushing, blushing and smiling. Jonghyun picks up his wrist and Taemin shows him his hand, the little pinpoint cut that had stopped bleeding by now but pops and starts again when he squishes it to demonstrate."Ew," Jonghyun mumbles. He pulls out a little disinfectant wipe and a tube of medicine, and he very gently cleans and bandages the wound with a small circle Band-Aid with a puppy on it.

Then he kisses Taemin’s hand, lips touching only the Band-Aid, and then he just holds Taemin’s hand in both of his, under his chin, smiling at him, blinking at him through his lashes, expectant in a way that takes Taemin a very long time to understand. He's just too busy getting lost in Jonghyun’s gorgeous brown eyes to think about anything else. Eventually, though, he remembers they're supposed to be kissing, and with a start, he says, "Oh! You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes," Jonghyun says, bouncing down and up once like it should be obvious. Taemin blows a lot of air through his lips, shrugging.

"Well, I don't know," he says. "You're the one that's always talking about, like, how forward you are, and how you like initiating things, and, like. Like you're an extrovert, and you're outgoing, and you always say you're an Aries like that means something. And I figured, I don't know, you were the one that was trying to confess to me in the first place, so maybe you're the one that wanted to kiss me first, and like…."

He's rambling. Taemin knows this. He's rambling so quiet and fast and disjointed that he barely even knows what the fuck he's talking about, and it occurs to him while he's doing it that he could just be kissing Jonghyun instead. So he does that. He stops mid-sentence, cups Jonghyun’s face with both hands, and presses their mouths together.

Applause erupts from all around them, but in his hands, Jonghyun’s cheeks push his thumbs up, and that's all that Taemin is going to focus on from here on out.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #oneshot #pg #fluff #they finish kissing and go inside and talk more about like how much they like each other #and how Taemin is going to really try not to be defensive and avoid his emotions anymore #and how Jonghyun will work on his anger and the way he lashes out disproportionate to the rest of the argument #anyway tend it's a very nice conversation that gets interrupted by many kisses #and only eavesdropped on by Mom and sis this time and not like everyone on the planet #ydw

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angel-of-darkness-3000 · 4 years

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Sweet Bloody Soul (Drake x chubby reader) - Blade Trinity

"In the window - you sell vampire merchandise?" Drake asked the clearly annoyed goth man behind the counter.

The man was about to answer, but an addicting aroma filled Drake's nose as a melodic voice interrupted the man.

"We do, and all around monster memorabilia, that is we did when I left for Australia a month ago." Drake turned to see a curvaceous woman behind him giving the male behind the counter a pointed look before she turned back to look at Drake with a smile. "I'm the owner of this store, and at this point in time, I can see it is an unfortunate title. I'll be with you in a few moments, sir."

She turned to the two goths. "You both are fired. Get out of my store. You can expect your last paycheck in the mail."

The two goths stood with their mouths open, trying to protest their job loss, but the woman only pointed at the door. The two left, the male taking the bowl of cereal he was eating with him.

Drake watched the two leave with a fleeting thought about missing a meal, however he was willing to miss a meal if it meant that he was able to find his mate. Her scent was the indicator of her being the other half of his soul that he had been waiting for. He watched as she pinched her nose and sighed looking around her store, her eyes eventually meeting his.

"You said you are looking for vampire merchandise? I don't believe you would find anything out here. You can either wait out here or you can come in back, either way, I'm going to go in back and see what I have in storage."

"I'll go with you. What is your name?" He asked as he followed her into a room with shelves piled with boxes, not wanting to leave his mate's side so soon after finding her.

"Y/n L/n." She said as she took down a box and looked in. "And yours?"

"Drake. Would it be helpful if I looked as well?"

She sighed as she put the box back in its place. "I don't think it would help. Those idiots messed everything up. I'm going to need to completely redo my store. I'm really sorry. Do you have anything you are looking for in particular? Even if you have a vague idea of what you want, I can help you narrow it. I can even make some stuff, for example I made an adorable bat hoodie for my 7 year old niece."

"No, I was just looking."

"Oh. I'm sorry for the bad selection" Her disappointment was apparent and Drake wanted nothing more than to make her happy again.

"It was not all bad." Drake smiled at her surprise.

"Oh?"

"Yes, I was able to meet you." Drake chuckled at her blush. "How much do you know about vampires?"

"There's a lot of lore to go through, and it depends on what author you consult. There are a few inconsistencies, not all of them, but most works have vampires as having superior senses, increased strength, drinking blood, and then the weakness to silver and sunlight, and death by stake to the heart or beheading. Of course there's this also another list characteristics that are only found in certain books."

"Do you believe that vampires are real?" Drake asked, not wanting to hide anything from his mate.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it could be possible." Y/n shrugged.

"What if I told you that I was a vampire?"

She paused in her movements as she placed another box up. "I don't know. Do you plan on drinking my blood."

"No, not right now." Though once they are bonded, she would be able to provide blood to himself if she wished to stay human.

"Prove it then." She stepped closer to him, eyes challenging.

"Promise not to run?" He teased.

At her nod, he took a breath, taking off his jacket and shirt, and shifted to his stronger, demon like form. She gasped and stumbled back before regaining her composure. She stepped closer and hesitantly raised her hand to touch his chest. At seeing her hesitation, he opened his arms, palms up as an invitation. She continued, tracing her hand on his chest and down his arms then finally to his head.

"Do all vampires shift like this?"

"No." He said as he shifted back, putting his clothes back on. "And I will explain why, but later. For now, what do you feel towards me? Answer honestly."

She scrunched her brow in thought. "I feel drawn to you, as if there's this tugging on my inside leading to you. Why is that?"

"Because you are my soulmate. The other half of myself that I have been waiting for for thousands of years."

"Me?!" Y/n asked, shocked.

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"Yes, why her!?" Danica yelled at her brother, unaware of Y/n listening on an above walkway.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him?" Asher said sarcastically as he leaned against a nearby pillar.

Danica ignored him in favor of continuing her rant. "I mean, just look at her! She's fat! She's ugly! And she's not me! How can he want someone so fat?! Just look at her stomach!"

As Danica continued to rant, Y/n left, not wanting to face any more. And with tears streaming down her face, she found a secluded balcony to sit.

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Drake growled as he walked into Danica's rant, having come back early from his hunt due to feeling the distress of his mate though their bond. Asher's eyes widened when he saw Drake, but failed to notify his sister who was lost in her ranting.

Drake stormed towards Danica, grabbing her throat and tossing her to the ground, forming a crater in the floor from the force. He roared at her, the skin on his face rippling as it threatened to shift to its more demonic form.

"I should kill you for your insult to my mate, but I think a quick death is far too merciful."

Drake dragged Danica by her neck to one of the basement cages, and set her on fire, giving the guards instructions not to help her. He then stalked off, trying to find where his mate was, not wanting to lose her after having her for just a week.

He eventually found her on the balcony of their sitting room, sitting on the floor against the wall. Tears were streaming down her face as sobs racked her body

"Amica mea (my love)." He sighed as he knelt in front of Y/n. "You need not listen to such words. Danica is simply a jealous bitch who wished that she was by my side instead of you."

"But she's right. Just look at me. My stomach protrudes, my thighs jiggle, and my arms have extra flab. I'm ugly and I don't see why you would want me as a mate." She spoke in-between sobs, head still in her arms as she refused to meet his eyes.

"Look at me, animus meus (my soul)," he cupped her cheeks, bringing her head up to look at him while wiping away her tears. "Listen well. You may have all the physical attributes you just listed, but that does not mean you are ugly. You are absolutely beautiful, and I am proud to have you by my side. Pay no mind to anyone who says otherwise. Do you understand animus meus (my soul)?"

Y/n nodded as Drake pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

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The Movie Party (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele Series, Ch. 17)

So, folks, the SC Titanic Zetta x Adele Series has come to an end: this is the final chapter. It’s time for Zetta and Adele to have a reunion at last.

I want to thank all those who supported this crazy project of mine. This series has been quite important and will somehow still be, even if the original story is no longer available and it’s the end. But I will be grateful to the authors who crafted it: it was one of the few times I felt truly seen as represented as a wlw in a game.

You must forgive me if this chapter will be a bit longer but I wanted to bid a farewell to the various characters who made this story one hard to forget. It’s the finale: you either go big or go home, right? And you will find the explanation of the title of the series, if you haven’t figured it out already...

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Stay tuned next week for the Epilogue!

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➡️ Ch. 1, Ch. 2/1, Ch. 2/2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8/1, Ch. 8/2, Ch. 9, Ch. 10/1, Ch. 10/2, Ch. 11/1, Ch. 11/2, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15 , Ch. 16

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The night of the Surviving the Titanic premiere, I walk into the venue at the arm of Richard, my little Napoleon in tow, 'fashionably late' as my fiancé puts it. We are greeted by the flash powder and shouts of the reporters and the awe of the guests gathered in the dashing foyer, waiting in line to show a steward their invitation. I wave at them, smiling and searching the crowd, while Richard tips his hat. Sadly, I do not see any familiar face or I don't recognise any before we walk past them and disappear behind the red velvet curtains of the auditorium. Another steward takes care of our coats while a colleague leads us to the honorary seats reserved for us and the rest of the crew.

We seat and wait. To keep my mind busy, I fix Richard's bow tie leaning to the side. I chat a bit with Sabine and compliment her outfit once again: I'm touched she decided to wear the pearl headband I gifted her when I made it into the movie industry. A birthday gift: she kept repeating she couldn't accept a gift like that but eventually I prevailed. Seeing it again after all those years...I'm so grateful she didn't listen to me and refused to bring it with her on our trip to Europe: "I'd rather not, Madam: I don't think I will have occasion to wear it", she said. I'm incredibly happy she deemed this night a right occasion. I'm so used to see her in her maid uniform that I forgot how she looks in an evening gown and the little detail makes her look like the friend she is to me. I'm pretty happy and proud of my outfit too. I picked it myself: I knew exactly what I wanted when I commissioned it to a New York fashion designer à la mode. I don't usually wear black, I much prefer colors, but lately I've been reconciling with it. And it seemed appropriate for the night: black is the color of mourning, right? What is tonight, this movie if not a commemoration of all those who aren't with us tonight, all those who sacrificed their lives for people like me and all the other survivors we managed to trace back, gathered here tonight? I'm not naive enough to ignore there is more to it, something less poetic, but I hold onto the remembrance of the lives lost. Onto that night: I hope the meaning of my sapphire necklace, the same one I wore on my birthday night, is not lost to those who were there. A hand on my shoulder, a gentle touch. As my heart races a bit faster I turn...but no, it's only my colleague, my fictional sister greeting me at the arm of John, Richard's right hand. I kiss her cheeks and invite the two of them to join us. She is visibly excited when she announces that the foyer is packed: she had never seen a crowd like that. It's a delight to hear but I can only hope in that crowd are a few familiar faces I long to see. One dear face I desperately long to see. One last time, at least if that's what it must be but I need to see her, to make amends and tell her the truth. She must know: I owe her that. When the stewards eventually open the velvet curtains, the auditorium fills fast, women in fur stoles and men in tuxedo swarm in like bees, chatting lively as they take a seat. I stretch my neck to see if I can find her face but my eyes only meet tycoons, socialite and strangers. Is that man over there checking the night programme Felix? I certainly hope so: if he's here, Lawrence must be too. And God knows how I need him tonight. After what feels like an eternity, it's time. The premiere begins. "Here goes nothing" Richard sighs, taking my hand into his as they dim off the lights. I wish I could have spotted Adele before darkness fall on the auditorium and the projector starts crackling. Apparently, uncertainty must torture me a bit longer.

As story unfolds on screen, I hear the audience hold their breath in awe and fear and for a moment I am reminded why I love my job: to give people feelings, to make them live lives they would never live even if for a fleeting moment. Their wonder, their tears of sorrow and joy are the best reward, the only reward I look for, even more important than the generous checks I receive for my performances: it makes me feel alive, it makes me believe that for a moment our hearts beat at unison and we're connected. When my character and her sister hug in the lifeboat and watch the sinking ship, the muffled sounds and sniffling around me tell me that no matter how hard performing that scene was, the message got trough. I am incredibly happy about this.

After the screening and a round of thunderous applauses, stewards lead us to the theater lobby. I have a look around while reporters and guests join us. Richard insisted to take care of the decorations and the whole movie party himself...well, with his staff: he claimed that he had asked of me too much already and he was happy to help and give Sabine a few days off. My little Napoleon was taken aback by the decision: she has always supervised every party, every mundane event. I look at her and I have to stifle a laugh at her unimpressed face. She's right: just like the picture, the decorations aren't grand enough, not luxurious enough and I have no doubt she would have done so much better than this. There isn't even music... I hear the clinking sound of camera and flash powder igniting and before I know it, a bunch of reporters are taking pictures. I put on my best smile and pose with Richard. When he agrees we offered enough coverage of the events for the moment, he guides me away from them towards a waiter in high uniform offering champagne glasses. He hands me one and takes one for himself. "To our success, to our night" he smiles, rising his glass. I repeat his toast and we cling glasses. I have just tasted the cold alcoholic sweetness of it that guests approach us. I do my best to be polite and charming: I know it's my duty even if it distracts me from my most important search for my love. Is she even here? Maybe she just tossed my invitation into the fireplace after my disappearance...oh, no, I don't wanna picture such thing! And I know it's selfish of me, maybe even my note was selfish...it probably would make things easier for her if I disappeared and let her live her life, if I let her forget me soon. Strip away the memory of the time we shared together like a band-aid. Maybe even engaging romantically with her was selfish of me in my situation...oh, I'm tormenting myself again! Focus, Zetta, focus! The guests profusely compliment and comments are awfully predictable: the jewelled wife of a well known mogul dramatically claims that the picture was "a true masterpiece" and she totally felt "as if she was there too that night". A young socialite nods and echoes her words: is she her daughter? I flash them a smile and say I am overjoyed to hear so, it was the effect we were hoping for. I am stuck into conversations like these until the party is in full swing. My head almost hurt at the insane amount of stale nonsense I hear: maybe Lawrence was right when he once said that the problem with fiction is that the audience hardly takes it as such and cannot distinguish between documentary and fictional movies. They will go to bed tonight truly convinced they know what we survivors felt that night, they will tell friends encouraging them to go see the picture (hopefully) but the truth is...they know nothing. They have no idea how terrifying it was, how gruesome. They have no idea what suddenly not knowing if you or your dear ones will see another dawn or hearing gunshots and screams of terror all around you feel. It's like ice flowing into your veins instead of blood, a clutching fear I will never forget. Their heart would have broken in a thousand pieces too hearing the despair in the voices of the poor souls swimming in the frozen water begging for a help that never came. Maybe this picture was a mistake after all, I don't know. I keep jumping from one conversation to another, peering across the crowd gathered on the balcony and below but I cannot spot anyone I know. Instead, a young man out of the blue asks me news of James: they're acquaintances and he was hoping to meet him here tonight. I sense Richard tensing up at my side as he sinks his glass of champagne. He was on the ship too, the young man continues, is he alright. I have no idea if the rumor of what happened at my birthday party has spread or if it faded away after the tragedy so I offer him a quick smile. I conceal how his reminding me of my fallen little prince is making my wound bleed again. James is fine as far as I know - I tell him - but sadly couldn't make it tonight, a previous engagement he couldn't postpone. My merciful lie seems to be enough for him as he tips his hat and asks me to bring him his greetings. As we part from them, I excuse myself and head away from the crowd "to fix my hair and rouge". Thankfully, Richard understands. He takes my glasses and places a quick kiss on my temple, whispering that it's alright, he will cover for me. He winks at me before greeting a colleague. I make a beeline for the restroom to catch some breath: I'm starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by this party but I must be patient, this night is nowhere close to be over soon. I take a deep breath, one last check and return to the lobby.

At the corner of my eye, I finally notice a familiar couple quietly having a drink in a defiled spot by the railing. Friendly faces, at last! I call their names and they turn. "Here's the belle of the ball!" Lawrence exclaims, approaching. He is charming as usual: he takes my hand and gallantly raised to his lips, smiling. He still looks tired and older than he actually is. I pull him into a quick hug. "You came, you old dog!" I joke, making him laugh. "And you too!" I wink at Felix who blushes slightly. When we part, I throw the two of them a look that - I hope - will convey my deep affection more than my words can. "I am incredibly happy you are here tonight" I smile softly. "We were incredibly happy to receive your invitation to the party, dear Zetta" Lawrence twists my words with his kindness. I take a look at him and flash him a sheepish smile. "You hated it, I know" He sighs before laughing, a gentle laugh. I speak again before he can formulate an excuse. "I can only hope I made up for it. My performance at least, the champagne..." "You were magnificent, Zetta. As usual" His smile is genuine, affectionate. Sweet dear Lawrence... "Tell you what, I had to give the gentleman here my handkerchief in the finale" he adds, a playful yet equally affectionate smile on his lips, nodding to his companion. Felix sighs, shaking his head. He cannot refrain a smile. I laugh and hug him. "That is such a great compliment, thank you, darling!" He's always been a big fan of me, he notes and Lawrence is quick to confirm it. We share a long look, quiet, safely away from the loud crowd. When will I see the two of them again? "Lots of people here tonight" Lawrence comments, after a moment, his blue eyes roaming the lobby packed with guests. "Yeah..." I sigh. "Yet you are the first friendly faces I bump into tonight. Well, apart from Sabine. Can you believe it?". I'm not surprised that he understands the unsaid. I'm relieved, actually: concealing my vulnerability but not to the point a man like him cannot sense it, underneath my words. He shares a quick look with Felix before reaching for my hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze. "Maybe it's just because you got stuck with those socialites in high hats and furs and embarrassingly expensive jewels" He winks at me and I laugh, a liberating laugh I needed so much. "Maybe" I concede before adding, hesitant. "I don't even know what I should hope for, Lawrence". He considers my words and when his eyes meet mine again, I don't want to let go of his hand. I want to hold onto him. "The night is not over, right?". I smile weakly at him: he's right but I have no idea if it's a good thing or not. Maybe it will only mean my agony is far from ending anytime soon. He seems to be reading my own thoughts. "Chin up, dear Zetta. And if you need us, we will be downstairs. Just say the word" Sometimes I wonder what I did good to have a man like him being so kind and thoughtful with me. I nod and try to recollect myself. I wish I could stay with them a bit longer but I see reporters approaching and a proper host cannot disappear forever. Sadly I must go, they know it. After one last lingering look, I take my leave. Evading the reporters is a lost war, so I surrender and pose again. How many pictures do they need, goddammit? Oh boy, this flock of vultures wants statements too. Fine, I know what to say. Marvel at how many people gather here tonight, tell how important this movie is to you, how you hope it will help bring along the memory of the tragedy...and start over. Then, with nonchalance and a charming, unreadable smile, walk away. Thank God, it works. I look for Richard or Sabine but they are both nowhere in sight. I shake hands with a couple of New York socialites when I hear a voice behind me calling my name, quietly almost shyly. I turn and see a young woman in a floral dress, red hair in elegant waves and big green eyes looking at me in awe. "Miss Serda, I just wanted to thank you for your invitation and say how flawless your performance was tonight". I flash her a smile. Have we met already? I cannot tell... "Did you enjoy the picture?" "Yes, quite a lot! Even if it's not the same, of course..." she lowers her eyes as if ashamed to anger me with such an undeniable truth. "Were you on the ship?" I inquiry, in my most reassuring voice. "Yes" she nods. "I was..." she pauses before shaking her head, a brighter smile relaxing her face. "Actually I was Adele's cabinmate. Your secretary's cabinmate, I mean". I gape and take a better look at the redhead in front of me. But of course! I saw her on the deck with a Adele as we were playing shuffleboard with the Baron. I tell her so, hoping to make her happy. It works, apparently: she looks pleasantly surprised I remember her. "You're...Clorinda!" I exclaim, reminiscing Lucille's words at our dinner, when she recognised Adele's dress as one of her own creation, a gift to her favourite model. She laughs, but her laugh is weak. "I was Clorinda, yes". "Lucille sang your praises during our journey" I smile. "Will I see you soon at her upcoming show?". "I'm afraid not, Miss Serda" her lips twist in a pained smile. "I no longer work for Mrs Duff-Gordon". Seeing my surprised face, she continues.

"I had an accident during the sinking. I am no longer suited to work as a mannequin" she explains, quickly lowering her eyes before meeting mine again and adding, cheerfully: "But it's alright. I am here, I am alive and I am in America...it's all that matters, right?". We smile weakly at each other for a moment. I feel sorry for this girl even if she seems stronger than she looks. "Adele talked of you" I tell her and I'm glad to see the mix of surprise and excitement on her face. "You're the big fan of mine who kindly borrowed the posters and memorabilia for my birthday party at the Cafe Parisien. Seeing the old and new posters, reading the little notes you wrote...it meant so much to me, truly. I have never had a chance to thank you properly but I will always remember your kindness to me". A hint of red spreads over her cheeks as she smiles a big bright smile. "Oh, it was nothing, Miss Zetta...I was honoured to give my humble contribution to your birthday. If it made you happy, I'm happy, overjoyed!". I laugh softly at her contagious enthusiasm. Adele told me it was quite endearing and she was right. Her cabinmate speaks again, still gleaming but recovering the initial shyness. "Miss Serda, I was wondering if I could...well, if I could get your autograph? I was hoping to ask you during the crossing but then.." "But of course!" I smile and beckon a steward over. When he's back with a promotional picture and a pen, I look back at my fan. "What name should I write?" "Oh, Lena. Lena Montague but Lena is just perfect". I write my dedication and hand it to her. She takes a step forward, limping a little, and I get a glimpse of her wooden leg as she looks down at the picture with reverence. "There, for you. And your new collection, maybe" I wink.

She thanks me but I insist that it's my line. And a sudden idea crosses my mind. "Thank you for coming, Miss Montague. I am glad I got a chance to make your acquaintance. And I was wondering...I remember expressing the wish to invite you for breakfast after being informed of your lovely gesture, to thank you. Would you accept a belated invitation? Let's say next week?". I have never seen such starry eyes on a face of a fan. "And who would be so foolish to turn down an invitation from you, Miss Serda? Sure thing!" "Excellent! I'll send my maid to you then, she's here somewhere...enjoy the party, Miss Montague". I kiss her cheeks and offer her one last smile before going back to my guests. I search Sabine but I find Richard instead, who introduces me to a couple of survivors he shook hands with. It doesn't take long before I realise why he wanted me to meet them: they say they were on my lifeboat and it was thanks to my intervention that they survived that awful night. They will be eternally grateful. I...I don't know what to say. I see Richard smiling proudly down at me while a faint blush spread over my cheeks. I tell them I am sure they would have helped too if the roles were reversed and wish them a happy new life in America. As they part, I finally spot my little Napoleon approaching, imperturbable as the Sphinx, quietly observing the stewards moving from one side of the hall to other. You can take away her apron but not her inquisitive gaze, I suppose: no rest for Sabine... "Ah, here you are!" I greet her, before teasing her. "I feared I lost you in the crowd" She offers me a quick amused smile. "I wasn't lost, Madam, just mingling. An impressive crowd tonight, n'est pas?" "Beyond our wildest expectations, yes!" Richard confirms, eyes roaming the upper floor.

"I am glad to hear, Monsieur King. A well deserved success" my maid bows her head, concealing once again the disappointment for not being involved in the party setting. Then she turns towards me and continues, with a nonchalance that is only pretended. I know it quite well... "By a fortunate coincidence, I bumped into Miss Carrem just a moment ago". I can only hope my face doesn't betray my feelings, the turmoil her words provoked inside me. Adele is here, she came. I will get to see her at least one last time, I will talk to her. My words will be a poor consolation to her maybe but...I will see her again. "Carrem...Carrem, Carrem...oh right, your secretary on board, huh?" Richard exclaims but I barely register what he's saying. All I can think of is Adele, Adele here, tonight. Oh God, thank you! "Oui, precisement" my little Napoleon confirms on my behalf as I cannot speak. "An exquisite young lady, if I say so myself. The best candidate we had in ages, Monsieur, and I am not easily impressed, I assure you". Richard says something about how he would love to make her acquaintance and thank Miss Carrem personally but I am not listening just like the night of our arrival when he was stroking my hand but my head was far away with he woman I foolishly a abandoned at the pier. "I left her in the main hall downstairs. She's with her sister" Sabine adds, addressing me. Snapping out of my reverie, I manage to remind Richard that I talked a little about them. They were on my lifeboat too, we stayed together on the Carpathia...but I am extremely grateful to the providential steward who beckons him over. He sighs and excuses himself, saying he will be back before we know it. As soon as he's out of earshot and someone else interrupts me again, I wrap my arm around Sabine's and lead her to the side, by the railing. Now that Richard is gone, I can show my concern more freely. To some extent, obviously but I think I am safe with my little Napoleon.

"How is she? Did she look alright?" I inquiry, checking over my shoulder. Sabine ponders her words, as if thinking how to describe the impression her brief meeting with Adele left on her. After what feels like an eternity for my tormented heart, she speaks. "If I may, she looks...troubled". I knew it, I feared so. But hearing it put down into words makes me frown. "Troubled? But of course...what a fool I have been! I shouldn't have invited her here tonight, I should have visited her and-" But I can't bring myself to finish my own sentence. "Troubled with grief, I mean. With with the weight of what happened that night. Mourning, you would say, perhaps". Then she sighs, a deep sigh, shaking her head. "It's such a pity to see a young woman like her taking the world over her shoulders, all that sorrow, all that pain". "She wouldn't be Adele if she didn't" I smile, thinking of every time she spoke of her fight for women's rights, the days she spent in jail for it. My sweet revolutionary is indeed a little Atlas and I fear no one can change that, it's simply her nature. But it pains me to see her so miserable and I cannot shake away the feeling that my disappearance played a role in it. At the very least I added salt on her injury. "But Mademoiselle Carrem is strong" Sabine interrupts my somber train of thoughts. "She just needs time, that's all, I think. Time and a little joie de vivre, don't you think, Madam?".

I smile sadly at her words. "Don't we all need it, ma chére Sabine? A little joie the vivre...". Yes, it certainly would be nice. But is it even possible? Even for people like me and Adele or are we forced to be content with cheap surrogates that keep us floating on the water surface? I wish I had an answer... "I will go talk to her" I sigh, straightening my skirt. "I am sure MademoIselle Carrem will be delighted to see you, Madam". "I hope so, Sabine". Yes, I do hope so. We look at each other for a moment before I speak again. "Oh, before I forget...would you mind getting Miss Montague's address and find out when I can meet her for breakfast next week or so?" I ask, nodding at my fan's figure in the hall downstairs. "And book a table to the Plaza or the St Regis. They're both fine...oh and please, send Miss Montague a poster of Surviving the Titanic. I'll ask Richard to sign it too". I fill her in about the details of Lena's life before the sinking and her troubled arrival: the incident, the loss of her job and the end of her modelling career. Sabine bows her head. "Certament, Madam". "In the meantime, I'll see if I can find a way to do more. I wish I could do more for her, somehow" I continue, lost in my thoughts. My little Napoleon nods and goes quiet, pondering. Around us, the sound of laughters and clinging glasses. When she speaks again, she almost startles me. "I'll be on my way" she announces, standing straighter. Before taking her leave, she looks at me and comments quietly that it has just come to her mind that I still haven't found a new secretary since our arrival. I know that look, that pretended nonchalance once again. As Richard approaches, I give her arm a gentle squeeze, a faint smile crossing my lips. "Go find Miss Montague, Sabine. And not a word on this before I speak to the girl". She throws me a conspiratorial look and walks away. When I turn, Richard is offering me his arm. "Fancy a trip downstairs, darling?". "I thought you never asked!" I smirk, wrapping my arm around his.

As we start walk down the stairs, I can feel my heart beating faster in my chest at the thought of my proximity to Adele, how close we are after all this months...even if it's also different now. But it doesn't matter: I don't want it to matter now...what did she say on the deck of the sinking ship? ‘All I care about is that you're here with me, and safe’. Yes, that it's all I care about too. I...saw her. She's with Hileni by a small table with hors d'ouvres and a pyramid of champagne glasses. Be still my heart, I beg you, be still...but it doesn't listen. I cannot control it anymore now that I know for sure she's here. She's wearing a green dress that it or just perfect for her but it enhances her beauty, if it's even possible. Oh, Adele...you have no idea how badly I have missed you! I feel my face lighten up and my lips curl into a bright, happiest smile. See what hold you have on me, my love? I don't even pay attention to those who greet and part as I walk by: I only have eyes for one guest now, for her. The first who spots me is Hileni: her eyes widen at the sight of me. I suppose she has never seen me in all my glory before; on the Carpathia, even if I was still wearing the outfit of my birthday party underneath the coat a kind fan gave me, I was out of my element just like the rest of us. Adele turns a moment later, following her sister's gaze. When our eyes meet, I almost feel my knees get weak. I hope she can see that this smile is meant for her only. I think she does, she brightens up almost immediately I turn towards Richard. "Will you excuse me a moment? I want to say hi to a dear friend I haven't seen in a while...". Dear friend: the euphemism is an insult to what Adele means to me but it will do. Just like the fiction, it's what the world can take. "Sure, go ahead. I'll go find John" he smiles, parting. I immediately glide over to my love, heart racing in my chest. "Adele"

I call her name and the sweet sound of her name fills my mouth. I place my hand on her upper arms and kisses both her cheeks. Restraining myself from pulling her into a tight embrace and linger in that closeness is a Herculean effort. Her perfume, the shade of red spreading over her cheeks, her shy smile. How I missed you... "Let's you and I catch up" I say, still smiling so brightly. I turn to Hileni and ask: "Mind if I borrow your sister for a moment?". She nods, still looking awed. Without hesitation, I take Adele's arm and lead her to a corner of the room apart from the other guests. For a moment, none of us can't find words. Funny how words are most difficult to find with those who are dearest to our heart. But I know what it is...I feel it too. The weight of our past between us. The memory of our brief happiness together.

A last, I summon up enough courage to finally speak. "Ad-" "I-" We start talking at the same time, then burst into laughter. Look at us, two fools lost to love! "I feel...almost nervous. Ridiculous, aren't I?" I keep my smile on but I know, just know she sensed the vulnerability reverberating in my voice who has suddenly lost the confidence I had before with my guests. She smiles too, gesturing that it's alright. "Zetta, it's...so good to see you again". I am sure my mind now is less cheerful. Time for my poor apologies. "I'm sorry, Adele. I should have written or visited" I sigh. "I've just been so busy..." To my surprise, she interrupts me, understanding, smiling. "I understand. You've been making the film, and you're getting married..." But she suddenly lose the train of whatever else she had planned to say. Adele, you and I can try to behave normally around each other, to act as if nothing happened...but we simply fail all the time. Our feelings always get in the way, my love, and God knows if I don't know it too well. And this, this sadness cutting off your words is all my fault. "I know you're upset" I frown.

She meets my eyes again in a silent, unnecessary apology. You have nothing to apologise for, I do. And I owe you the cruel truth, at last. I take in a deep breath to steady myself and let my mask fall. I drop my voice to a whisper so that only she can hear. "I've been agonizing over what I'd say when I saw you. And I never came up with a good answer". Adele, if only you knew the nights I spend writing you the most ardent, sorrowful letters! "I love you. I want to be with you. But this marriage has to go forward or my career's done". Do you understand my impossible position, my dearest? But please, I beg you never doubt my feelings. "Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar...but never doubt I love". When she speaks, her voice is a pained whisper and her words an excruciating plea. "Zetta, please don't do this. I want us to spend our lives together". I couldn't ask for anything better, sweet Adele, but...there is always a cruel but for us. "Even if that life had to be kept secret?" I grimace. "If people knew about us, it would destroy everything I've worked for". Look what malicious rumours brought on Lawrence and Felix even without a solid evidence of their relationship. Look what the world does to people like us. These guests, my adoring fans crowd the movie theaters to see me fall in love with the hero, the dashing heartthrob 'every woman daydream of' without asking me what I really want. They smile and awe at me tonight but they wouldn't hesitate to drag me down into the gutter if they knew who my heart truly belongs to. "I...I can't have both you and my career".

I lower my eyes unable to sustain her gaze any longer. I am so incredibly sorry, Adele, so sorry.... She reaches for my hand, shyly, and I am reminded of the first time she took my hand into hers in my private projection room on board of the Titanic. The soothing warmth of her hand over mine felt so intimate, calming...just like now. I look back at her and I have to fight back tears. She looks over her shoulder then she speaks, her voice low. "I don't care if no one knows about us. All I care about is that there is an us. I need you, Zetta". My eyes widen as I register the meaning of her words. Does she...does she mean it? "Are you sure?" I ask her, unsure whether she is fully aware of what she's proposing. "This won't be like it was on the Titanic, bathhouses and stolen kisses. It won't be easy..." She searches my eyes and nods. I...I would have never thought nor hoped for such a hopeful end of this conversation I feared so much. Oh my dear...not losing Adele, being with Adele! Out of instinct, I move to kiss her but I refrain myself just in time, painfully aware of the surroundings. I must long for your lips a bit longer, my love...but it doesn't matter, we're together now. "We'll need to come up with a plan..." I consider. "How do you feel about being my publicist?". "About as confident as I felt about being your secretary" she beams. I laugh as I laughed with her in the most dire moments...incredible what a light she casts on me, even when I am at my lowest. I regard her fondly as a newfound sweet joie de vivre starts spreading inside me, and I put my hand to her cheek. "This is the happiest I've felt in months...knowing you'll be at my side" I whisper, my voice trembling with the swirl of feelings taking hold of me. "Always" she whispers back, slightly leaning to the touch.

Suddenly we're both brought back to the party by the flash powder igniting around us. As I unwillingly retrieve my hand we're surrounded by journalists shouting my name. I am too overjoyed by our sweet reunion to be annoyed by them. I wish they could have forgotten about me a bit longer, granting me more time with Adele but they are oddly bearable this time.

I see her leaning closer and putting her mouth to my ear. The words she whispers send my heart fluttering.

"I love you". I turn my face to meet her eyes. I must summon every ounce of strength I have to stop myself from pulling her mouth to mine, pouring my affection on her right in front of the photographers. I see the same restraint in her eyes. There will be other nights for that. Yes, there will other nights... "And I you" I whisper back. My voice is soft, adoring...how could I not adore her? I smile at her one last time before turning to the cameras and bathing into the flash lights. They better capture this moment, I think: I will never be as radiant as I am now. As they keep calling my name and taking picture of me posing, I slowly return to the party I momentarily left for my reunion to Adele. I spot Richard and John lightening cigarettes by the staircase and not far Miss Montague chatting with a man I have never seen before. Sabine is checking herself in a mirror, fixing her headband...a rare moment of vanity for her. Hileni is pondering whether going for the pastry mignons is a bit too much and once saw me looking at her, she shyly waves at me and walks away. To my delight, Lawrence is signing an autograph to a fan, under the proud gaze of Felix, who took a step back. Good old Lawrence... ‘Sometimes our secrets are what make our lives worth living. No matter with what high cost they come attached’, he said. And he was right. I used to repeat to myself that you can't breathe if you're constantly underwater. It turns out I was wrong. With her love, I can breathe underwater.

#titanic storyscape #zetta serda #adele carrem #zetta x adele #zetta x adele series

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alstroemeria-black · 3 years

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Lovely Plants

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Summary: Lily's plant grows until James' balcony. She stops by to ask them to drop the creeper down. Of course James doesn't want to do that. They talk. They're meeting each other. Muggle Neighbours AU. They're awkward and cute.

The news about the arrival of the new residents of the apartment spread among the already existing ones like wildfire. It wasn’t too long before it reached Lily Evans and her flatmate Marlene McKinnon. Now, Lily wasn’t too interested in the affairs of who came when and where and why but Marlene definitely was. That was the only reason why Lily listened as Marlene went on about the new residents, mind you. She wasn’t interested that much. Not even slightly. Really.

It’s a family of three – a mother, a father and their only son. He had a couple of friends that popped by then and now. They own a dog with a name Marlene forgot, they’re all quite amicable, and the friends are funny. That was all Lily knew about the Potters as she stood in front of their door ready to ring the bell.

Now Lily wasn’t one of those people that invited themselves over to their neighbours houses as and when they pleased for a cup of tea or a quick chat. If you’ve come across people such as that, my deepest and most sincere regards and well wishes for your kind heart that didn’t do anything rash. If you did something rash now that’s a story I’d like to hear someday. Now back to Lily.

No, Lily wasn’t one of them. Lily hoped she didn’t come across as one of them. She was only a little anxious. Just a little bit. Maybe slightly more. She had lost count of how many times she had considered going back home. But there was no point now for as she had rung the bell and heard its ringing and heard the door open and it did open.

In front of her stood a slightly short, slightly stout woman who had dark black hair with hints of grey peeking in between. She had an inviting smile plastered across her face and seemed genuinely excited upon Lily’s arrival. The thought of that seemed to calm Lily’s nerves and she didn’t feel too anxious about meeting these new people. The kind woman gestured her into the flat and Lily obliged.

The apartment was an exact replica of hers, except it looked newer and much more elegant. Lily’s flat was an aesthetically pleasing mess of flowers, books and clothes. This place was exactly like those houses on the interior design portfolios she had tossed aside on grounds of expense.

“It won’t be too long before you begin resenting this place,” said the woman. “I say you take a good look now.”

“Sorry Ma’am,” said Lily quite highly embarrassed now. All the anxiety that left seemed to surge through her body once more. “I’m here only to-”

“Ah no, dear,” said the woman moving to capture Lily’s hands in hers. “I mean to say that it won’t be too long before my son and his friends make a complete mess out of this home. I’m going to miss how pretty it looks now.”

“Oh,” said Lily calming down a little bit. The woman gave an amiable laugh and Lily followed.

“I’ll get you some sweets,” she announced. “Come on in.”

“No, Ma’am,” Lily began.

“Yes, Euphemia,” said Lily.

“What is it that brings you here?” Euphemia asked as she emptied the contents of a sweet box onto a silver plate. Lily tried to protest over the amount of sweets that had been laid out on the plate but decided against it. “Not that you are not welcome dear. I believe I still don’t know your name?”

“Lily,” she said. “Lily Evans. Thank you for having me. It isn’t too much but it’s just that I live downstairs and I grow plants. One of my plants, a creeper, found its way through my grills and reached the telephone wires. From my balcony it now reaches yours. If you don’t mind, I’d be grateful if you could just untwine the tendrils and drop it down. I’ll make sure my plants don’t trouble you again.”

Euphemia listened and once Lily was finished, she just looked at her simply.

“I can do it myself too if you’d like that,” Lily began to offer when Euphemia seemed to think it through.

“I don’t think there will be any need for that,” said a voice from behind.

There stood, Lily reckoned, the son. Lily didn’t think he was cute, or handsome, or good-looking. She most definitely did not think that he was all three. Her heart did not leap a little more than necessary when being frightened and interrupted all of a sudden. Really.

“My son,” clarified Euphemia a proud smile on her face. “James.”

“Hello,” said James grinning at Lily. “If you don’t mind, can I say something?”

Lily nodded for as she did not trust her mouth to say anything clever at the moment and things wouldn’t be too good for her if she said things she shouldn’t be saying in front of the Mother. Now you see, Lily is a clever child and I hope you learn from her. She doesn’t say anything if she thinks it might land her in trouble.

“I think the plants make our entire building look beautiful,” he said and looked at Euphemia who nodded her encouragement. “Wouldn’t it be lovely if the creeper ran over from the balcony of the first floor to the one on the second floor?”

“It certainly would,” said Euphemia enthusiastically.

“I agree,” said Lily hesitantly. “The third-floor residents aren’t too fond of plants. They chopped my tulips from the garden last month.”

“How about,” began James who seemed to be actually thinking through this entire ordeal as though it were of huge importance to him. That made him a tad bit adorable, didn’t it? Lily thought so too.

“How about we have it come over our balcony grills,” he said finally once again looking over to his mother who nodded her approval. “And it can look like a dome you know. A dome of creepers.”

He drew rectangles and squares and waves in the air. Lily understood and hoped she hid her smile well.

“I think that works, yes,” she assured looking over at Euphemia. “That would be lovely. Thank you.”

“I take it not everyone in this building like plants?” asks Euphemia and Lily nods.

“I’m glad you understood. They’re quite close to my heart,” says Lily proudly. “I would’ve pulled off the tendrils before they reached too high but it somehow didn’t cross my mind. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all,” said Euphemia placing a hand on Lily’s shoulder and it suddenly reminded her of home, and mother. She wants to say that out loud.

“And besides, they make our balcony look beautiful. I see more purple flowers growing towards our home than yours,” says James. She wants to tell him that he’s kind and that he’s adorable.

“I’ll make a move then,” she says instead. “I must be heading home.”

“You can have a look at how the tendrils are looking from here,” he offers.

"Sure, I'd love that," says Lily and he gestures for her to follow him. Lily turns to look over at Euphemia who has a smile on her face and busies herself with an empty bowl.

Lily didn't need telling where the balcony was but still followed him on into the balcony. Her plant had creeped its way across the telephone wire until the first few grills near her feet. She looked at James offering him a smile which he returned.

"My mother loves plants but isn't the very best at caring for them," he states followed by a chuckle as he runs his hands through his black hair.

Now, Lily doesn't think he has handsome hair. She really doesn't. You would, honestly you would if you met him but Lily didn't. Really.

"I can help with that," offers Lily. "I'd love to have someone to share the sentiment with. My bestmate, who stays with me - Marlene, isn't too fond of plants too."

"Ah," says James in understanding. "I belive I've met her. Lovely woman."

"That she is," says Lily in admiration. "I must leave."

"You're lovely too," he says suddenly just as she leaves the balcony door.

Lily looks at him questioningly.

"No, no," he stutters and straightens his glasses and runs his hands through his hair all followed by the other.

You may have guessed so. Lily definitely does not find this admirable.

"I mean to say," he begins. "You are lovely, you really are and -"

Lily being the kind soul that she is, something she doesn't realise too much by herself, puts him out of his position of discomfort and awkwardness.

"I understand. You're lovely too," she says. "I'll see you soon then, Potter."

"Lovely," he says grinning, cheeks flushed from embarrasment.

"Lovely," she confirms with a smile before she leaves.

As for Euphemia, she pretends to be attending a phone call as Lily leaves so Lily waves her hand and moves out. Lily tells Marlene every thing in detail and Marlene is squealing and teasing Lily ruthlessly throughout the entire day. James' friends visit that day and Lily knows so because of all the noise they're making together and really, it should be annoying her but it really didn't. He may be adorable, just a little bit. Only a little. Really.

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mischievousmoony · 4 years

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: As your days at Hogwarts are coming to an end, you decided it is finally time to tell Sirius Black about your feelings for him. However, you chose to do it on the busiest night of the year: the night of James’ birthday party. Things seem to keep getting in your way, but will it stop you from telling Sirius?

Warnings: drinking

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Unrequited love. When you read about it in literature you always found yourself captivated by the story. There was just something so alluring about it.

Too bad in real life it sucked.

You’ve had feelings for Sirius Black for years and at this point, you should go into a career as a spy because of how good you’ve gotten at lying and hiding things.

But, as mentioned, it had been years so it wasn’t hard for you to ignore it for a little while. Especially when you had other things on your mind.

For example, helping plan what was supposed to be the biggest party of the year: James Potter’s birthday party.

You had spent seven years at Hogwarts and within those seven years, traditions formed. For the Gryffindors, one of those traditions was James’ birthday party.

Every year, on the last weekend of March, a party was held for James in the Gryffindor common room. It was one of the most looked forward to and talked about parties of the year. Its reputation even leads to a few gatecrashers from other houses.

But this year it was supposed to be special. It would be the last of James’ parties and that meant it had to be the best. The Marauders had recruited you, Lily, and Marlene to help. The more minds the better, right? Well...

“Balloons? Balloons! Sorry, I misunderstood, I thought James was turning eighteen not eight,” Marlene said sarcastically, “I mean, he is turning eight, right Peter? I can’t imagine him being any older if you think we should have balloons.” With the way Marlene said it, you’d think “balloon” was the ugliest word in the English language.

The more minds the more opinions. Very different opinions.

“We have to cast some spell so nobody can crash the party. This is exclusive to just Gryffindors,” Sirius decided.

“What? Gatecrashers are half the fun! Not only are they a sign of success but do you know how satisfying it is to kick them out?” Marlene smiled as if reminiscing about her favorite memories.

“Maybe we should just invite the other houses.”

“Shut up, Peter.”

It was like all you guys knew how to do was argue.

“Too much firewhiskey? There’s never too much firewhiskey!” James shouted excitedly.

“Do you know how much leftover alcohol we’ll have if we buy that much? It’s a waste!” Lily protested.

“We want leftovers! The more we have left over the more I get to keep for myself!”

Marlene shook her head, “I swear, you’re going to be an alcoholic one day, Sirius.”

Even you and Remus, the two people who found these specific arguments trivial and a waste of time, were arguing nonstop.

“I’m sorry, but that sounds like the biggest disaster of a cake ever known to man,” you said, a disgusted look on your face.

“What do you mean?” Remus erupted, looking back at his rough sketch, “James is like the biggest Gryffindor ever a lion cake would be-”

“Coated with too much frosting and fondant that nobody likes?” You finished for him snidely.

The entire group had never been so insulted by each other. You didn’t even know some of you could be that rude. Eventually, it was decided that after James decided on something it wouldn’t be argued or discussed again. It seemed to work pretty well, because from where you were standing the party had met all of your greatest expectations.

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There was only so much time.

There were so many things you wanted to do! There was someone you wanted to do - Merlin, no! That’s so not the point. The things alcohol does to your brain... anyway–there was someone you wanted to talk to (that’s better!). Actually, had to talk to. You’d been sitting on your feelings for far too long and now that you realized how little time you had left, you were going to do something about.

But not without a little bit more firewhiskey. So forty minutes and two glasses later you think you might, possibly, be somewhat able to speak to Sirius.

You could see him across the room talking to Remus. You took a deep breath, giving yourself a pep talk as you slowly, very slowly, made your way over, “You got this. You got this. You got this. He’s one of your best friends, you can tell him anything. You can tell him.”

“Tell who what?” Lily unexpectedly obstructed your path, making you jump a little.

“Huh? Nothing, I- nothing,” you paused to take a breath, calming yourself down, “What’s up?”

“There’s an issue with the cake, we put Peter in charge of getting it from the elves and... well that explains the problem enough, doesn’t it?”

“You put Peter in charge of the cake? Why would you do that!” You scolded Lily for the poor decision. Peter wasn’t very good with big tasks, he got very anxious and tended to mess them up because of it.

“I know! I know! Listen he was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, will you please help me find him?” Lily asked, intertwining her hands together to beg for your help.

You shifted your glance away from Lily’s begging eyes to Sirius just feet behind her. You figured you had the whole night to talk to him, you could do this one thing, right?

“Alright, lets go. And make it quick, okay?”

“Thank you! C’mon let’s start at the kitchen.”

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“What did you do to make the head elf so angry?” Lily asked, dumbfounded, as you helped her carry the cake back to the common room.

Peter followed behind closely. His eyes were wide with fear, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

You almost laughed, but held back. You had never seen a house elf angry before. They were always so eager to please. It made you really want to know what Peter could have possibly done, but you knew that you should leave it alone for now.

“Leaping toadstool,” Lily said as they approached the Fat Lady before she could even request the password.

As they entered, Lily shouted, “Who wants cake?” and they were swarmed by hungry party people.

They placed the cake on the table and James strutted over with a lit candle in his hand, “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, I say it’s cake time, blah blah blah, let’s eat!” He blew the fire out and tossed the wax rod to a random person nearby.

As people got their slices, you found Sirius. The night would end at some point and you were determined to tell him before then. But when you found him, it seemed he was just determined to eat cake.

“Hey Sirius-”

“Cake!” He shouted, jogging past you.

“After cake, then,” You said to yourself, plopping down on the nearest chair.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice Sirius’ return with two plates, “I’d say we really did it this time, hm?”

Your eyes snapped up to look at him. He was watching the party, marveling at the success it was.

“Yeah, it’s almost perfect,” you said softly.

“Almost? This is perfect! Why’re you saying almost?” Sirius spoke as if you had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

You took a deep breath. This was it, “Sirius, there’s something I have to-”

“Y/N!” A drunken James shouted, approaching you two at the table, “Dance with me! You’re the only person I must dance with tonight that haven’t danced with yet! So we have to dance right now!”

You glanced at Sirius, who nodded for you to go, “See you later.”

“One song, and then I think we should get you some water,” you giggled as James took your hand and lead you to the dance floor.

However, you ended up on the dance floor for much longer than a song. Pretty soon the clock dipped into the AM without your awareness until someone nearby made an exclamation on how fast the party was going by.

“Is it really that late?” You gasped, “I have to talk to Sirius, James. I’ll catch up with you later. Happy birthday!”

You weaved through the crowd, looking for the dark haired boy in every corner.

“Remus, have you seen Sirius?” You shouted over the music. To save his breath, Remus pointed in his direction.

You turned around to see Sirius leaning against the fireplace cooly, flirting with some sixth year. Your heart sunk. It was clear he wasn’t interested in you if he was flirting with someone else, so what’s the point of telling him?

All of a sudden the party was too much for you to handle. It was too loud and too fast and an overload on all you senses. You needed to get away, so you found your way to the nearest balcony for some fresh air.

“Idiot,” you muttered to yourself, “I can’t believe I was gonna tell Sirius.”

“Tell me what?”

You jumped so high that you’re surprised you didn’t fall off the balcony.

Sirius placed a hand on your back in attempt to calm you, but it just made your heart pound harder, “I saw you come out here, you looked upset. Everything alright?”

You forced a smile to overtake you features, “Peachy,” you tried to say it as genuinely as possible, but it seems you didn’t have the energy for it, “Sorry to pull you away from your friend. You can go back if you want.”

Sirius had a confused expression, “Who? Ava? Merlin, I don’t think she wants to talk to me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I just rejected her.” He shrugged, looking out at the grounds.

“Really?” You're eyebrows rose in surprise, “You seemed to like her.”

Sirius looked at you, “I’ve got my eye on someone else.”

You turned away from him, struggling to keep your face expressionless, “You should talk to her then.” If you couldn’t be happy with Sirius, you figured you’d at least help him be happy even if it was with someone else.

“Yeah?” he questioned

“Yeah. It’s almost April. And then it’ll be May, and then June.”

“That is how the months go, yes,” Sirius joked, flashing you a cheeky smile.

You shoved him a little for that, “I mean to say the year is almost over! Pretty soon we’ll be done with Hogwarts and on to whatever the hell is next. We’re running out of time, Sirius, so don’t hold back. If you like this girl, do something about it.”

“Do something about it, hm?” Sirius questioned, watching you as you stared at the ripple in the water of the Great Lake.

“Yes, don’t hold back just-”

You were interrupted by Sirius suddenly pressing his lips against yours. After the initially shock, you responded to the kiss and let your hands find his hair. His arms snaked around your waist, holding you tight as he disregarded the concept of air to keep his lips on yours. Eventually, though, the need for oxygen won and you broke apart.

“That was... unexpected,” you panted.

“You told me not to hold back.” Sirius smirked, removing one of his arms from your waist to cup your cheek, “Was that okay?”

“That was perfect,” you smiled, leaning into his hand.

All of a sudden Sirius remembered what he heard when he found you out hear, “Didn’t you have something to tell me?”

You smiled, “Just that there’s this guy I like.”

“Oh...” Sirius’ eyes widened before he put two and two together, realizing who that guy was, “Oh!”

You giggled at Sirius’ surge of giddiness as a boyish grin stretched across his face and he leaned closer to touch his nose to yours.

But before he kissed you again, he wanted to say one more thing, “You know, about that running out of time thing? Well we may only have April and May and June here,” he looked out over the Hogwarts grounds before focusing back on you, “but even after that, I’m still gonna be right here.”

Your heart swelled and you felt as if you could cry, in a good way of course. You didn’t know what to say, so you leaned in and captured Sirius’ lips in another kiss.

It no longer mattered to you how much time you had left at Hogwarts because all that mattered is you had all the time in the world with this boy. Your boy.

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Note: It’s sad cause we all know what really happens after Hogwarts for Sirius...

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goddessofeternity · 3 years

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Chronicles of the Supernovas: Chosen

Chapter 4: Looming Danger

Ka'seem

“Oh my Lord~”

“You’re so big...and good with your hands~”

“Don’t ignore me~”

The room continued to fill with giggles as I settled further into the mountain of pillows and blankets on the large bed. Women from all across the cosmos came to this temple to please me and receive my “blessing”. They were quite generous with their love. It was suffocating at times, but that was mostly because breasts were thrown in my face. If I could die...that would be the way to go. I had a practically energetic woman riding my cock at the moment. I ran my hands up her thick dark thighs before sighing in content as she cried out on top of me. Another woman licked down my neck before she moved down to nibble on my nipple. I kept my fingers moving as a brunette was close to unraveling from my finger play. A sudden tongue going down my throat was very appreciated as I thrust up in my bouncing lady.

“Oh my Lord! You’re fantastic!” I smirked against my fevered kiss as I rolled my hips into her as she came back down, sparking her climax. I held the woman I was kissing closer as I had my own orgasm. The woman I had been fingering also had her release as I felt her tighten up on my fingers. I stopped my fevered kiss and sank into the pillows with a satisfied smile. A few of the women groaned and whined as they wanted a turn.

“Now now ladies...let me catch a second wind. We’ve been at this for the last 9 hours. I’ll make sure to please you all soon.”

I laughed and leaned my head back and was about to close my eyes when I saw something that made my balls shrivel up. I swallowed nervously as the room grew dark and objects in the room started to float. The woman looked around in fear and moved off the bed. They didn’t get far as they were also lifted up. I moved to sit up but the sheets suddenly wrapped around my arms and legs and throat, pinning me to the bed. I swallowed hard as my sexy, but a scary member of my pantheon floated down from the balcony.

“H-Hey Laetoria...how are you beautiful?” I chuckled nervously as she hovered over me, staring fiercely at me from behind her glasses. Her cat ears and tail twitched in an agitated manner as she stayed silent. The women around me suddenly dropped to the floor and ran off.

“Why are you speaking...as if you don’t know why I’m here?” Her eyes were slitted angrily as she growled deep in her throat. Honestly, she was super cute when she was mad, but I really didn’t want a repeat of the last time I made her mad. I shivered just thinking about that encounter again.

“Listen Tori...I think I just needed a break. My loyal followers needed a visit from their Go-“ I didn’t finish my terrible lie as the blankets tightened around my throat. Her green eyes glowed intensely and she pulled me up close to her face.

“Stop. Neglecting. Your. Job!”

“Y-Yes ma’am!” Satisfied with my answer, she tossed me onto the bed. I coughed and held my throat as she threw my clothes at me. Her animal instincts really brought the anger out of her, and I loved every second of it. I quickly got dressed as she waited for me by the door, my followers were whining behind the door before she scared them off.

“Come on Ka’seem...it doesn’t take long to get dressed.” She slowly turned her head to look at me, but I was already dressed at watching her with a smirk on my face. “What is it now?”

“Just thinking about how pretty you are…” I slowly walked over to her and stood in front of her. I tilted her head up as I gazed into her eyes. “You really want to get back to work? There are millions of different things we could do. Like for example, we can-”

The knee to my groin silenced me the entire trip back to my temple. She must be in heat or something. This level of abuse is just uncalled for.

“Maybe you should do your duties then…”

“Huh? Oh, you can read minds now?”

“No that’s just what your face is telling me.” I slowly sat behind my desk as she gave me a bag of ice. Before I could even utter a thank you, she slammed a stack of paperwork in front of me. “Now get to work and only call me if you’re done or need more ice.”

“Ok ok…” I grumbled as I grabbed my pen and began the boring part of my duties. Laetoria left without another word and I looked over at my open window forlornly. Sneaking out would be a death sentence and my reputation as an escape artist was damaged forever because of Laetoria.

“If you would just get your work done I wouldn’t have to drag you back every single time. Before you say anything, sleeping with women is not essential to your job as the God of pleasure.”

“I like to be hands-on with my godly approach.”

“Good. So you’ll have no problem signing all these documents.” I really walked into that one. With a triumphant smirk, Laetoria walked out with a delicate swish of her tail. I had to admit every time that she was right. I just liked to be rebellious and a bit difficult about it. My mother was still surprised at how difficult I could be despite my status. What fun would it be if I wasn’t myself? Speaking of my mother, I had planned to visit the family sometime soon. She would hound everyone she could find so she could spend time with me.

“Crazy woman…” I did like to check up on my home from time to time. It only made sense that I would, considering that I had become their patron God. The royal family has been doing quite good since the proclamation of my status. I received way too many gifts from Scantilla over the years. I was glad that my family had stopped being vain about the whole thing. I chuckled as I stamped my symbol on some documents, having a God in the family became such a big deal. I was actually embarrassed about it for a while. There was a lot of bias and favoritism in the beginning, but I like to think I chilled out a bit. I nibbled on my pen as I frowned over what I was seeing.

An overpopulated planet hadn’t been on the agenda for quite a bit of time and dealing with one was never fun to deal with. In most cases, a god of war or some other disaster would show up to thin out the masses. I just hated signing off on it like it was some simple task. Some order was needed in the universe, yes, but this part of the job sucked ass. I know Lady Serafina never felt too happy about this sort of thing too, but overpopulation would not benefit anyone. I liked this little planet too, with a heavy emphasis on the little. I rubbed my eyes as I started to nod off already. I sipped the steaming cup of coffee I’m sure Tori left and straightened myself out.

“Alright! Let’s do this!”

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“You should have just let me die!”

I jumped up out of my seat and gripped my desk as sweat came down my forehead. I raised a shaky hand and wiped my brow and took a few deep breaths. Hearing a sound, I took notice of Laetoria holding a tray of food with a concerned expression. “Hey...thanks…” I walked around my desk to grab the tray but she pulled back and I sighed. “Tori…”

“You’re still having nightmares. I told you that this would start affecting you…”

“Tori please...we are not having this discussion again.”

“Ka’seem I think that we should. You-”

“Laetoria…” I glared at her and she stopped talking immediately. “We are not discussing this. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” I sighed and grabbed the tray from her. I hated asserting myself over my pantheon, but I hated the direction that conversation would have gone more.

“I’m fine Tori. Sorry that I fell asleep like that, but I did get most of it done.” I sat back at my desk as she opened a window and a cool breeze blew in. She tapped her nail against the window as she looked at the sky. “Tori?”

“I just worry about you…we all do.”

“I know you guys do, but you really don’t have to. Just let it go, Laetoria.” She sat up on the windowsill as she nibbled on a cookie and I chuckled.

“What?”

“Thought you were cutting back on the sweets beautiful?”

“Shut up and hurry up. You have a visitor.”

“Huh? Well, shouldn’t you have told me that first?”

“I was but you were having your nightmare and I thought you should have some food in your system.”

“Huh...so who is it?”

“Lady Serafina.”

“Yeah, you should have led with that.” I got up from my seat and walked toward the door. I gripped the doorknob and paused to look back at her. “Don’t speak to anyone about what you saw.”

“Yes...my Lord….” She looked at me sadly but I turned away to head out to greet Lady Serafina. I didn’t like it when people worried about me. There were much more important things to worry about than my nightmares.

“My life is ruined because of you!”

“I have nothing to live for anymore!”

“It should have been you!”

“I wish you weren’t m-”

“Ka’seem!” I gasped as I looked into the eyes of Lady Serafina as she held her palm against my cheek. Her other hand was against my chest, and I could feel my heart about to burst out. Her eyes were wide with worry and I placed my hand over hers as I shook the final screams from my mind.

“Hey…”

“So...what can I do for you starlight?”

“I think I should be asking you that. What happened Ka’seem?” I chuckled and pulled away from her as I led her out of my temple.

“You worry too much my lady. I’m more curious about you. Is this a business or pleasure meeting?” I waggled my eyebrows at her, but her increasing by the second frown made me stop. “I promise that I am perfectly fine.”

“You’re deflecting...and you have bags under your eyes…” She wiped under my eyes with her thumbs and a feeling of relief washed over me. “Ka’seem...what is it?”

“Just anxious and overworked. Please starlight...just let it go…” I looked away from her and I knew that she wanted to push but she let out a defeated sigh and I looked back just to get my nose pinched. “Ow ow ow ow!”

“Stop keeping things that are hurting you to yourself. You have people who love and care about you. You don’t have to shoulder things by yourself handsome.”

“Yeah I know...so what’s going on?”

“We might have a problem in Sector 4857...I believe that the Darkness might be-”

“KA’SEEM!!!!” I barely had time to react as the wind was knocked out of me and my face met the floor with a hard crack. Thankfully, it was the floor that cracked and not my perfect face. I groaned against the marble floor as I felt my back get assaulted. I turned enough to see Nerissa happily bouncing on my back. “Are you happy to see me?”

“I saw you the other day you crazy bitch…”

“Aww, I love you too bitch. Are you excited about our mission?”

“You mean the one I didn’t hear about because you tackled the hell out of me? Sure Nerissa I’m totally excited about it.”

“Oh heh...my bad…” She helped me up and Lady Serafina smiled and shook her head at our antics. “So to sum it up...might have to deal with some trafficking that the Darkness might be a part of. So we could be at it for a while! Now, are you excited!”

“The Darkness? Trafficking? That’s new…”

“Which is why I’m gathering all of you to personally look into this. The others are gathered at my temple. We came to pick you up so we could discuss it more at length.” I frowned and nodded as Nerissa skipped over to a portal Lady Serafina opened to whisk us away. I pulled my hair into a ponytail as I walked through. This was gonna be a bitch of a mission. I just know it.

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“So we might have to split up and take points on different parts of the planet. A team of two and three should work out best.”

“Being in a group at all will just make us stand out. If we split up then we can cover the most ground. It’s the better plan.”

“I suggested that we go in groups in case we have a problem. The Darkness is most likely involved with this and the last thing we need is to be attacked or worse by ourselves.”

“Do you doubt our skills? Or is this just a you thing?”

“Fuck you dog. I’m perfectly capable of defending myself and anyone else for that matter. It’s about safety!”

“I’m trying to be effective here you icy bitch!”

“You’re being unreasonable!”

“You just can’t make a plan that makes sense.” I sighed and so did everyone else as we listened to Nim and Celica rip into each other about our plan of action. I usually left to do my own thing and figure things out, but this needed a clear plan and these two had been snapping at each other for the last twenty minutes. Lady Serafina was trying to be calm and let them work through it, but she was starting to lose her patience. Clearing her throat, the others looked at her as she placed her hands down on the table. Holding her hand over the map, she raised a miniature diorama of the villages we would go to.

“All of you need to figure this out before you leave in the next hour. Stop your arguing and get prepared. We have no idea what this could be. So be cautious my Supernovas, be vigilant and be smart.”

We all nodded and surveyed the map. It looked like we could enter from the nearby forest and spread out from there to hit the village. “Hey Callum...why don’t you, me, and Celica hit this end of the village? I have to agree that we should group up and we can still keep a low profile.”

“I agree with you Ka’seem. It would be for the best. Nerissa and Nim...I trust you don’t have much of an issue with this?”

“That’s cool with me! Nim and I haven't done an assignment together for a while. Besides...we can’t send the arguing couple out.”

“He fucking wishes…”

“I’d rather drink acid and become consumed by the Darkness.” I chuckled at their sickened looks as we all broke off to gather supplies. I hoped this would not be as bad as we all were probably thinking. Although, if the Darkness was involved in this...it could go from bad to worse, very very quickly.

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My Love

Chapter 5: No Air

Series Premise: With a six week old daughter, Liam finds himself suddenly widowed. When the Royal Council demands he find a new queen and endure another social season, he gets a little help from someone unexpected–his late wife.

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Warnings: Implied thoughts of suicide.

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Liam stirred mashed potatoes around his plate; making careless trails of tine grooves that ran across his plate into his roast lamb and asparagus. He could hear Drake speaking to him about a new development on the boardwalk–but wasn’t really listening. While he nodded and gave a half hearted smile so that his friend didn’t think he was rude, Liam lifts his glass of scotch, taking two quick sips, wishing to hell it would finally numb his tortured mind and take him away for a few hours. Normally, the drink would leave him refreshed and relaxed, perhaps even incapacitated, yet he hadn’t felt its much desired effects since that night. The night he worked late while his wife tantalized him with texts of want and desire for him. The night he kissed every inch of her velvety, smooth skin and their bodies intertwined with unspeakable passion and devotion to one another. The night death stealthily entered into his bedroom, robbed him mercilessly of every truth he ever believed in and left behind nothing but bitter lies. It was the night Liam watched his purpose and meaning drift away into nothing.

There is no perfect way to explain how it feels to lose someone. Liam dreaded being asked several times each day by friends and staff, how he was doing. How am I doing?

He pondered that If all the great minds in the world can’t explain what love is, how does one properly define a loss.

How do you tell people your heart was literally ripped out of your chest without rhyme or reason, leaving a void so painful that life was no longer something you desired. How do you answer that truthfully and not leave them feeling monsterous for asking. It’s a mindless question really, because in all honesty they want a false answer. He was fine.

It had been exactly four weeks since Riley died. Four agonizing weeks of loneliness and sorrow- the kind a person will never fully heal from. Liam’s face had grown paler and his eyes were sunken from lack of sleep and appetite. His tall, muscular frame was just starting to show evidence of wasting away and if one didn’t know better, might say he was ten years older than he actually was. He had grown irritable, withdrawn, and found no pleasure in things he typically enjoyed. If not for Ellie, who was quite possibly the only thing keeping him somewhat together now, he seriously contemplated the merits of pursuing the ultimate Shakespearean ending.

As he prodded the asparagus and slid it back off his fork, he tried to imagine what Riley was doing at this exact moment. Liam believed in an afterlife; he wasn’t sure exactly what it entailed, but imagined a place where his wife was surrounded by beauty and color his mortal eyes couldn’t begin to imagine. Was she dancing carelessly through a field of her favorite lilies while her laughter carried a melody so sweet and magnificent, the angels were envious? He knew she didn’t have any close family, but perhaps his mother was keeping her company while they exchange funny stories of Liam’s mishaps and clownery. Does she even remember me?

No matter how glorious or wonderful her time might be there, one fact remained: there was a chasm that separates him from the greatest love he’s ever known. Until he would be able to break through that barrier himself, he would never feel whole again. Riley was his life and without her, he surmised, he no longer existed.

As he stared at the disarray of intermingled food on his plate, Ellie’s soft cry ripped him from his thoughts. Before he could lift the cloth napkin from his lap to attend to his daughter, Drake was already up from his chair across from Liam, unhooking the baby from her glider and bouncing her on his chest. This wasn’t anything surprising; if it hadn’t been Drake, it would have been Hana or Maxwell. Liam wasn’t sure if they realized he had caught on to their patterns of, ‘just dropping by’, visits, while attending to his every need and want. Even if he wanted to be left alone, which in large part he did, those three friends most likely used the opportunity to heal themselves of the heavy hearts they were feeling too.

Drake, the ever proud godfather, handed the little girl to her daddy and grabbed an already prepared bottle from the refrigerator to heat up.

“So, what do you think Neville’s plans are for this emergency council meeting tomorrow?” Drake asked, while he placed the bottle into the warmer and leaned back into the counter waiting for it to finish.

Liam let out a heavy sigh. “You know Lord Neville as well as I do-” He bent over to pick up the rattle Ellie dropped on the floor and placed it back inside her tiny little hand. “I’m sure whatever it is he wants will likely end with me trying to pamper his spoiled ass and you wanting to kick it.”

Drake knit his brows with a chuckle. “Heh. I do find kicking that nutsack’s ass to be one of my favorite pastimes. Right after drinking my weight in whiskey, moping around the palace on your dime and pounding the hell out of myself to a picture of Madeleine.”

Liam’s face twisted as he stopped rocking Ellie for a moment to let Drake’s words sink in. Did he really just say that about himself? The more time he had to think about them, the funnier it became to him.

“Drake-” He chortled with amusement. “Where the hell did that come from?”

Drake smirked and started to respond when the warmer beeped, letting him know it was ready. He grabbed the bottle, checking the temperature on his wrist and handed it over to Liam. “That’s usually the kind of ‘Drake Walker’ jokes,” he emphasized with air quotes, “Liv tells that makes the group laugh … thought you could use one. Looks like it worked too, since that’s the first time you’ve laughed or even smiled since …”

With that unfinished quip, an awkward silence began. Drake rubbed the back of his neck, feeling terrible for bringing up Riley’s death. Even if he didn’t actually utter those words, the smile that instantly faded from Liam’s face before he turned away from him, told Drake all he needed to know.

Later that evening, after Drake left, Liam gave Ellie her bath and put her down for the night. With the baby monitor in hand, he stepped out onto the living room balcony-just as he had done every night for the past four weeks- to talk with his beloved. With a full, spring moon overhead, he could see her place of rest clearly and mused how the mound of dirt before her newly placed headstone was beginning to flatten out. Liam leaned against the railing, as he did every night and told her how much he loved her and missed her. He spoke about his day with Ellie and how it must have been Drake’s turn to spend time with them.

Liam placed both elbows on the cool, concrete railing, clasped his hands together and rested his forehead on them. “My Love, I want to be where you are.” He lifted his head from his hands and glanced upwards toward the stars. “I’ve thought about it a million times since you left. All it would take is one pill and then you and I can reunite … be together forever.”

Liam dropped his hands over the railing and rubbed the tips of his fingers along the roughened grooves of concrete. The scent of lavender from Ellie’s shampoo still clung to his hands and traveled with the breeze. He let out a heavy breath. “I’m stuck between two great loves though. You’re there and Eliie and I are here and I can’t leave her … I’m just … really missing my other girl tonight.”

In the silence, Liam turned when he heard the calling out of his name from the living room. He rubbed the dust off his hands and elbows and made his way back inside to find Ellie’s nanny coming in for the night. It was the first time she would be spending the night there. Liam would be returning to his full time duties in the morning and an early morning, emergency council meeting meant her services were needed more frequently now.

Rolling a suitcase through the foyer towards the stairs, she stops immediately to curtsy when she sees Liam.

“Your Majesty.”

He motioned with the monitor in his hand to the stairs. “Ellie’s been asleep for 20 minutes. I would imagine she will be out for another few hours and the staff prepared your accommodations earlier. Is there anything you need before I retire for the night”

She rolled her suitcase back and forth as she thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. I have everything I need right here,” she patted her suitcase with a playful smile.

Liam thanked the young, brunette and carried the luggage to her room at the top of the stairs. Once the door was shut, he drifted slowly to his bedroom. He had been in there several times, however, this was the first night he would sleep in the bed he’d shared with his wife. Obviously, his hand was forced in that decision; he couldn’t remain in Ellie’s room with the nanny coming and going throughout the night. It was time to face his fears.

After he showered, Liam perused his closet for the suit he would wear in the morning. He wanted something loose, but also knew that Neville had something up his sleeves and wanted to ensure his look didn’t allow the slimy bastard to think he could best him. While contemplating his options between the blue tie and black tie with the suit jacket he chose, a peculiar thought crosses his mind.

Liam exits the closet after tossing the black tie over the hanging suit and leaves the bedroom. He walks back down the hall and stops in front of Amanda’s door and raises his hand to knock.

“Amanda! Open the door!”

He could hear faint scurrying inside and the closing of a dresser drawer.

“I said open the door, now!”

Amanda opened the door a few seconds later with a shocked, but puzzled expression. “Is there something wrong, Your Majesty.”

Liam gives her a questioning look. “How did you get in my quarters tonight?”

Flustered, she furrowed her brows. “What?”

He placed his hand on the barely opened door and pushed it in a little further. “How in the hell did you get in my quarters tonight.” He asks again while peeking over her shoulder suspiciously.

Amanda let go of the door and under the watchful of the King, walked to the desk drawer of the guest room, opened it and pulled out a key ring. She held it up in front of her and jiggled it nervously. “Queen Riley gave me the key. After she had the baby, it was easier for me to have one when she needed me to drop by and she was nursing. I … I didn’t think it would be an issue to use it again since I’m caring for Eleanor now.”

Liam dropped his head and rubbed his thumbs over his tired and puffy eyes. Without knowing who killed his wife, everyone and everything suddenly became suspicious to him. He was edgy with everyone and completely annoyed by the lack of of lead yet.

“My apologies for scaring you … I’m just … a little questioning of everyone. I don’t know who I can trust anymore.”

Amanda placed the key ring back in the drawer and walked back before Liam at the door. She placed her hand on his arm and slightly squeezed with an understanding nod.

“You have nothing to apologize for, sir. I want whoever took my dear friend away found also and if you need to question me to feel some reassurance, I completely understand.”

After he apologized once more for interrupting her nightly routine, he bid her goodnight and left her be. She turned the lock on her door and crossed the room into her own personal bathroom. As she stood before the large mirror that clung to the bathroom wall, she grabbed her toothbrush and looked at her reflection with a sinister smirk formed on her lips. She winked at herself in the mirror and gave herself a gleeful smile. “This is too easy and it’s only just begun. You haven’t seen anything yet … My King”

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Liam glared at the bed he had not slept in since Riley passed away. His heart was pounding faster than he could ever recall; he had reached an anxiety level that was insurmountable. After several minutes of trying to control his breathing and his shaky hands, he finally pulled the duvet down and eased himself slowly onto the bed. Liam lowered himself down and tossed the blanket over himself and adjusted his head on the pillow.

After staring at the ceiling for several minutes, he knows he can’t do this. The bed felt so hollow and empty and was a constant reminder of her touch, her scent, her missing place on the other side of him.

Liam rose from the bed and walked to her vanity in the corner of the room and grabbed a bottle of her perfume. Standing over her pillow, he sprays a generous helping on it and places the bottle back on her night stand. Trying once more, he crawls back into the bed, grabs her pillow, and snuggles his body and face into it. It wasn’t the same-it would never be the same-but it was all he had. “Goodnight, My Love.”

Just as his body and mind began to feel some comfort, he heard the small cries of Ellie followed by an unmistakable voice come through the baby monitor, that shot his eyes open quickly.”

“Baby mine don’t you cry. Baby mine dry your eyes …”

Liam threw the blankets off his body and twisted around to snatch the monitor from the table beside his bed. He placed the device to his ear, not sure if what he heard was what he thought he did. He held his breath as the all too familiar voice carried through it and prayed it wasn’t a dream.

“It can’t … can it?”

Still carrying the monitor to his ear, he runs out of his room and across the hall to Ellie’s nursery. He stands before the door and braces himself for the possibilities that lie beyond it.

He carefully twists the door handle, still hearing the sniffles of his infant daughter and a song he hadn’t heard sung in a month.

His blue eyes widen with anticipation and he can feel the blood rush away from his eager mind as the door swung open.

He lets out a small gasp as the baby’s room becomes visible and immediately drops to his knees.

"Riley?”

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s1cparvism4gna · 3 years

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PuNK

WARNINGS: cursing

Pairings: Rafe Adler x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch, @courtenbae, @tiecladartist

Chapter 7

Rafe’s POV

“No.” I said firmly.

“And why not?” I was on a call with Nadine Ross. Since Samuel evidently had decided to take matters into his own hands and steal from me, I had to do a bit of damage control. I enlisted the help of Shoreline, a group of mercenaries for hire. Nadine was the leader and was currently fighting me to bring her men to the auction. But to me, that was unnecessary. I didn’t need a bunch of goons walking around a high class area flashing their guns at every suspicious person. The whole room was going to be full of suspicious people.

“Because I’m the one writing your checks. What I say goes. It’s either just you or nobody at all.” I was trying my best not to yell. When I looked up from my maps and books, I noticed Lyric passed out on the couch across from me, her hair hanging in her face and snoring a little. I smiled to myself and stood to grab my jacket.

“Rafe, what if—”

“‘What if’ nothing. I have it under control. Security will be tight enough and if anything goes wrong, they’ll handle it.” I said to her as I placed my jacket over Lyric’s thin frame, gently moving her hair from her face. Her thick lashes fluttered on her cheekbones as she groaned and turned in her sleep.

“Fuck…” she said rather clearly, scratching her head and pulling my jacket closer to her face. I smirked as I went back to my seat, wondering what she could possibly be dreaming about. I could hear Nadine arguing about whatever in my ear as I leaned back into my seat, just watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful. Like she needed the rest. Like she needed this trip. I hated to admit it but I needed it too. Things at work had been so stressful. Two or three days in Italy with someone who didn’t entirely piss me off seemed like a good way to wind down.

“No muscle at the auction, Ms. Ross, and that’s final. I’ll hear no more about it.” I eventually said, tired of the nagging in my ear. “I will see you at the auction.”

“Alright…” she answered defeatedly. And with that, she’d hung up.

I pulled the ear piece out and tossed it into my briefcase. I’d been working since we finished dinner and it was time I took a break. I organized my desk, putting my files and maps into a neat pile and sipped on my wine that I happened to forget about. The glass was no longer chilled but I didn’t care. It was a little something to relax. After a few sips, I reclined the seat, crossing my fingers and resting them in my lap as I threw my head back. I closed my eyes hoping that maybe I’d fall asleep. I was on the brink of drifting away when I heard a sigh. I opened my eyes just enough to see through my eyelashes. Lyric was moaning and whining in her sleep. Not the disturbed kind of noise though. More like arousal. For about ten minutes she went on like this, just shifting in her seat. I bit my lip as I listened to her sweet voice crying out softly in need. Now I definitely wanted to know what she was dreaming about. A high pitched soft moan and sharp gasp passed from her lips, causing my heart to skip and a twitch in my pants. It was absolutely inappropriate to think about but as my eyes wandered over her face, they landed on her lips. I wanted to kiss them. They looked so soft and warm and smooth. I could feel my face frowning, upset that I wasn’t the one making her sound this way. After a while, she quieted down but my thoughts did not. I wanted to dig my fingers into her wild blonde tresses, have her long long legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted her. The real her. Not the one she shows me at work. Even though I realized at that point that I barely knew who she was to begin with. I could only hope that would change throughout the weekend.

Eventually I found myself falling asleep. Not for long though. The stewardess ended up coming to wake me 15 minutes before we landed. When I opened my eyes, she gave me a kind smile. I looked out of the window next to me, blinking myself awake rather slowly as I admired the sunrise and the aerial view of Rome. In my opinion, it wasn’t such a bad thing to wake up to. I yawned and sat up in my seat, stretching my back, cracking my neck. She patted my shoulder in a motherly fashion and disappeared into the back of the plane again. I stood up, brushing the random strands of hair off of my face and sat on the couch next to my sleeping assistant. I yawned again, running my hand down her shoulder, shaking her awake gently as I whispered her name. Her eyes fluttered open and immediately her face turned a bright red. She jumped a little, startled by seeing me and I held my hands up in defense.

“It’s just me!” I said softly with a smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She blinked at me a couple times as she sat up, my jacket falling off of her as she did. “We’re about to land and I, uh…. figured you might wanna see the sky view.” I told her, raising the blind that covered the small window near her head, pointing at the view. She turned around and the look on her face was priceless. She brought her fingers to her lips, concealing the wide grin that spread across her lips and gasped in wonder. The sunlight seemed to make her eyes shine a bit brighter than normal and I tore my gaze away to enjoy the view with her. It was a fantastic sight.

“This is amazing…” she said in awe.

“Wait til we actually get into the city.” I said, standing as I began to gather up my things to put them into my briefcase. She scooted to the edge of her seat and threw her arms in the air, stretching out her long limbs and I tried my damnedest not to look. She picked up her heels and put them back on her feet before leaning into the couch. I could feel her eyes on me as I got my things together. I looked up with a chuckle as her eyes narrowed.

“Did you finish what you needed to do?” She asked me.

“Uh… yeah.” I lied all too easily, sitting back in my recliner. The way she twirled a lock of hair around her finger told me that she didn’t believe a word.

“And did you get any sleep?” She asked. I forced a puff of air and ran my hand down my face tiredly.

“Actually, yes. More sleep than I would at home if you can believe it.”

“I don’t but okay.” She smirked. That time I was actually telling the truth. Normally I’d get maybe 2 or 3 hours in before I had to go to work. This time I got maybe 5. I could really feel the difference. If it were up to me though, I wouldn’t have gotten up at all. “You’re taking another nap before we go anywhere.” She told me boldly. I laughed. At least she cared enough.

“I think you missed the part where I’m your boss and I tell you what to do.” I said. But like a nagging wife, she was right. I could’ve used an hour or two more. “I’ll tell you what. We’ll both take some time to wind down before lunch.”

“What are we having?!” She damn near jumped out of her seat.

“I’m feeling like pasta.” I hummed. “With an excessive amount of Parmesan.”

When we landed at the hangar, we were greeted by a shiny black car, ready to take us to where we’d be staying. I booked a villa for us instead of a hotel. I figured it’d be quieter and not to mention there was a killer view from every balcony and patio. It was a nice 75 degrees out that morning. The wind pushed against us as we descended the stairs. The driver greeted us with a smile and opened the door for us before retrieving our bags. Lyric slid into the car and rubbed her eyes before groaning loudly.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I forgot I had makeup on… I probably look a mess now.” She grumbled.

“I don’t think so. You look good.” I told her truthfully. She stared at me as a blush tinted her cheeks.

“Thank you?” She wasn’t sure what to make of that. The fault being my own, I didn’t compliment her much. That was something that could change. The car began to drive us through the city and into the country just on the outskirts. A massive change from the big city buildings turning into rolling hills of green, some plots of land with small houses nearby. Everything looked so fresh and alive. A stark comparison to the area of New York we’d just come from. The skies were now blue and the clouds were perfectly fluffy.

It wasn’t long before we pulled into a long winding driveway, each side lined with well kept bushes of flowers. We pulled up to a two story beautifully stone built house, parts of it tastefully covered with vines and tall trees stood at its corners. There was a lovely little patio outside from what I could see. I could hear Lyric gasping as the car came to a stop. “No way we’re staying here….”

“Well I don’t feel like staying at a hotel so yes. We are.” I told her as the driver got out and opened my door. I then rounded the car and opened the door for her. Her eyes widened as she stepped out and looked around. The first thing she did was take her shoes off to walk in the soft plush grass out front. The grin on her face was something magical. I stood there a while and watched her wiggle her toes in the earth and my chest began to swell with adoration. She giggled and covered up her smile with her hands before looking at me.

“So… I can go inside there?” She asked rather childishly. I forced a laugh and nodded, shoving my hands in my pocket. She practically bolted into the house, throwing the doors open.

“And she’s off...” I chuckled as the driver began to grab our bags. I could hear her squealing from the upstairs.

“Holy shit!” I heard her swear and I burst into laughter. The house was pretty nice. Clean above all things, which I loved. The living space was open and looked cozy. The flooring was a pale hardwood and the walls, a detailed off white. Bricks molded the rounded archways and there was a fireplace as well. That bit I got excited about. I walked around, letting my fingertips grace the backs of the white couches and chairs, over the sea foam green colored pillows. That’s when my eyes landed on a massive, dark wood baby grand piano. Tucked in a corner was a beautiful Spanish guitar. ‘She’ll get a kick out of that…’ I thought as I pressed a few keys on the piano with a smirk. The driver placed our bags by the door and I paid him a generous tip, thanking him as he left us. I closed the double doors and sighed. It was going to be a long weekend.

Suddenly, Lyric appeared at the top of the stairs. “Did you see the piano?!” She exclaimed excitedly. I nodded.

“Yeah I did.” My heart was pounding from the beauty of her broad grin. “Did you see the guitar?” I asked.

“I MISSED A GUITAR?!” She began flying down the stairs to the corner I pointed at. She picked it up and her eyes seemed to light up.

“Do you play?” I asked feigning ignorance. Of course she played. You can’t be the lead singer of a band and not play.

“I play a little.” She answered coyly. I smirked.

“You’ll have to play for me some time.” I said, resting my jacket on the back of the couch and taking off my neck tie.

“You’ll have to get me really drunk. I get shy at small audiences.” She mumbled, running her thumb down the untuned strings of the instrument. The words just fell from my lips without thinking.

“You never have to be shy with me.” I said. She looked up and bit her lip nervously before setting the guitar back down. I tore my gaze from her to look down the hall. I could see the corner of a refrigerator. “Have you checked out the kitchen yet?” I asked. She shook her head no. “After you…” I gestured down the hall, stepping away to make room for her. She sauntered by and shuffled into the kitchen, me strolling behind her.

As we stopped at the bricked threshold of the kitchen, Lyric gasped. Turning around, she had the goofiest expression and let out a silent, whispery scream. I was impressed. The cabinets were all white and the countertops were a sandy granite. There was an island with a few stools and a massive refrigerator, complete with a wine cooler, stocked with the finest Italian wine. She gave an exaggerated gasp as she opened up the wine cooler and pulled a bottle of red. She looked at me with wide eyes.

“This kitchen…. I have to cook in this kitchen!” She exclaimed with an excited laugh. “Oh my god and look!” She said pointing to a massive rounded archway with double doors that led to the back. There were pillars wrapped in the greenest vines and on the bricked patio, a couple of dark arm chairs with white cushions, a coffee table was set in the middle of them decorated with a few candles and an ashtray. Along the outside wall were a few torches that could be lit on fire. Behind it was a set of bricked stairs, lined with small candles, that led into a grassy area. There was a small, rounded table near the edge where there was a magnificent view of the Italian countryside. I followed Lyric down the steps and we both stood by the edge of the grassy platform to stare at the sun still rising in the sky over the rolling hills. Further around the corner, was a decently sized pool and a hot tub. In an instant I began to think of all the things we could do. This was an unintentionally romantic place to be. If I had to be there with anyone though, I was glad it was her.

“Mr. Adler…. Thank you for taking me….” She sighed in awe, hugging the red wine bottle against her chest.

“Don’t thank me. Your research brought us here. You should enjoy it.” I said, leaning into the archway.

“No, Mr. Adler you don’t get it…. This is so much space… I…”

“If it’s what you wanna hear: you’re welcome.” I smiled. With that, I clapped my hands together and smiled. “Now. Since you’ve seen the upstairs before me, have you picked a room?” She turned to look at me with a puzzled expression.

“I was just gonna take the one you didn’t want… I mean I’m not picky.”

“Oh, please. Don’t women need their space to do…. woman things?”

“Yeah but you’re also my boss.” She told me. I stared at her a moment. Even away from the office, she tried her best to be a good employee.

“Such manners.” I mumbled. “Alright. I’ll go take a look and I’ll holler when I make a decision.”

It didn’t take long for me to choose. Both rooms were big and clean with their own bathrooms, both had nice TVs, both came with a massive window for a fantastic view of the countryside, both had decent closet and drawer space. The only difference was one had a vanity complete with a mirror and the other did not. I sighed, imagining Lyric sitting there, putting on her makeup or doing whatever it was she did to make her skin glow the way it did. I walked back down the stairs to grab my bag and took them to my room. Then I grabbed hers and laid them on the loveseat in front of her bed. Decisions made. “Lyric, I put your stuff in your room for you!” I hollered down the steps. I could hear the small pitter patter of her bare feet on the hardwood as she approached. Not wanting to swoon more than I already had, I grunted from behind my bedroom door.

“Are you sure that’s the one you want?” She asked me. I just nodded.

“I’m sure. Listen, you were right. I’m still a little tired so I’m gonna shower and take a few more hours.” I told her.

“Okay! Well… I’ll work on getting us a car and maybe do some grocery shopping.” She smiled.

“Alright. Be careful walking around by yourself. If you need me, you have my number.”

“Of course, sir—”

“You can drop the formalities, Lyric. We’re not at the office.” I assured her. I wanted her to be comfortable. Here and around me. I could tell it baffled her a bit by the way her mouth hung open. I smiled at her a moment and took off my neck tie. “Go do what you need to do.” I told her before closing my door. I pressed my back against the door and groaned. Behaving around her was certainly going to be difficult. Especially with her just being so cute. And then there was hearing her on the plane. Those moans weren’t something I could easily forget. Shaking off the nerves, I began to unpack and ready myself for a nice long shower.

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Chapter 5

Chanel:

Two weeks had gone by since me and Meek's first official date and I was still floating on cloud nine. Meek had come into my life and completely changed it, I'd fallen for him. He was the man who didn't love easily because he didn't know how to, no-one had taught him how to love and treat a women. But he treated me with nothing but love.

Glancing at my computer I tried my best to focus on the emails in front of me. But I couldn't stop thinking about Meek, he was all I thought about he invaded my mind, body and soul like the plague; he consumed me. Our love was consuming it was all or nothing. He was like oxygen to me and without him I couldn't breath.

My office phone rung snapping me out of my trance. Noticing it the our front desk phone I answered it.

“Chanel there’s a detective that wants to speak to you” Rachel said.

“Umm ok, you can send him to the office” I said.

I wad confused as to what a detective was doing here. When there was a knock on the door.

“Come in” I said.

A tall light skinned man with bright hazel eyes stepped into my office. “Are you Chanel Wright ?” he asked.

“Yes, that's me" I said getting up from my chair and walking around to the front of my desk.

“I’m detective Davis and I’m investigating a missing person’s case. I just wanted to ask you a few questions" he said.

“Missing person ?"

“Jennifer Chambers” he said.

The first name sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I knew it from.

“Who?” I asked

He removed a photo from the inside of his suit jacket and held it up for me. When I caught a glance of the photo my blood ran cold. It was the same girl I'd gotten into a fight into with at LIV over Meek.

"I've seen her once before about two weeks ago. I didn't know her name thought. When did she disappear?"

"She was reported missing on October 12th.. That was the same night multiple witnesses stated hag you got into an altercation with her"

"That was my first time meeting her. When I left her in the club she was fine, beat up but she wasn't missing"

“So what were you two fighting about?"

"We were at a club, there was liquor. Things got heated and then we fought. It's nothing out of the ordinary" I said, there was no way I was going to mention Meek to a cop.

“That’s it?” he said

“Yeah it was just a drunk club fight” I said shrugging.

The detective scanned my face trying to sense if I was lying. My face held no deception, I had mastered a good poker face it was a skill I had inherited from my father.

“Well, if anything comes to mind or you remember anything just give me a call” he said taking a card out of his pocket and handing it to me.

I nodded and gave him a polite smile before he spun on his heels walking towards the door.

Before he walked out he stopped and looked at me “Oh one more thing, you’re too beautiful to be fighting in clubs” he said with a smile and walking out before I had the chance to say anything.

The rest of the day was a blur I couldn’t stop thinking about Jennifer. Sure I wasn’t her biggest fan but that didn’t mean I wanted her to completely disappear off the face of the earth. I hoped that she was ok but I had a bad feeling about this. Something felt off about this whole situation.

When I finally made it home the smell of food invaded my nostrils. My stomach growled in response. Stepping out of my heels, I walked into the kitchen.

Meek was putting food on a plate, when he looked up at me he smiled and my knee's buckled in response. That was just the effect Meek had on me.

“Hi beautiful” he said walking over to me and giving her a kiss on the lips. “You hungry? he asked.

“Hi baby, and yeah I'm starving ” I said walking past him and quickly washing my hands.

"Get me a water from the fridge" Meek said. Getting a bottle of Pepsi for myself I grabbed a water bottle for Meek and followed him to the living room. Flipping through the channel's he stopped when he got to Law and Order SVU.

We ate in silence, but it was mostly because my mind was racing about Jennifer. When we finished eating I got our empty plates and brought them into the kitchen and loaded them into the dishwasher.

"I'm going to go take a shower" I yelled from the kitchen.

Walking into the bathroom I turned on the shower and undressed. Stepping under the hot water I let it run down my body trying to erase the thoughts from my mind. Grabbing my loafer I squeezed my coconut body wash on and lathered it against my skin.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, and into my bedroom. Meek was sitting on the bed with his elbows resting on his knee's his head was hung low.

Tossing the towel off my body I pulled on one of Meek's t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts I pulled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.

"You wanna roll up for me?" I asked him.

Meek looked up at me. "I got three on my tray on the nightstand" he said.

Grabbing the blunt from his tray and a lighter I stepped onto the balcony. Sitting in the chair I brought the blunt to my lips and lit it. Inhaling the weed I felt my body relax when I blew out the smoke.

“What’s wrong with you Chanel? What did I do?" Meek asked standing in the doorway.

"It's just been a long day that's all" I said taking another pull from the blunt.

"So talk to me" he said sitting next to me, pulling my feet onto his lap he rubbed my feet.

I sighed feeling the tension leaving my body. "A detective came by the shop today"

“Detective?” He asked

“Yea he came asking me questions about Jennifer. She’s been missing since that night at Liv” I said blowing smoke out of my mouth.

“Ok and what does that have to do with you?" Meek asked.

He didn't even seem fazed by the fact that she was missing. Like he'd already known, about it. Which had my mind racing even more.

"Ahmeek, we got into a fight the same night she went missing of course I'm going to be someone they question. Everyone saw us fighting" I said.

Meek took the blunt from my hand and took a pull. "Umm" he replied and the coolness of his tone made my blood run cold.

"What did you do to her?” I asked

“What are you talking about?" he asked me blowing smoke out of his mouth.

"You went out that night and you didn’t come back for hours. You said you had something to handle” I said remembering that night.

“Chanel I’m gone damn near every night I work at night’s. You questioning me about some shit like I don’t hustle. That shit is an after hours all types of hours job baby girl" he said.

I knew Meek was gone most nights and I wanted like hell to believe him but I had this gut feeling telling me he was lying about this. "Ahmeek, just tell me the truth" I said.

Meek glare at me and I could see him battling with what to say to me. Outing the blunt he stood from his seat. "I didn't do anything Chanel.. I have to make a couple moves" he said walking back inside.

Getting up I followed behind him, when I saw him putting on his sneakers my heart sank.

“Where are you going Ahmeek?” I asked stopping right in front of him.

Meek looked up at her and shook his head. He tried to walk around me but I blocked him. "Chanel take your ass to bed" he said grabbing his car keys.

"No why are you walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to you?"

"Because I don't have shit to talk about and I have money to make" he said walking around me.

“Ahmeek !” I shouted after him.

Meek stopped dead in his tracks, but he didn’t turn to face me.

“Where are you going" I asked.

"Like I said I have business to handle” he said stepping onto the elevator. He looked up at me and pressed the button for the garage “don’t worry I’m not going to kill anyone since that’s what you think I do” he said as the elevator door’s closed. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I blinked them away.

My heart felt like it was breaking, I wanted to believe Ahmeek so badly. But one thing I always trusted was my gut and it was telling me that Meek had something to do with Jennifer missing. I didn’t want to believe that Meek could do something like that but my mind raced back to the first night I met him. He drew his gun on Rob like it was nothing, I saw the look in his eyes when he glared at Rob. It was as if someone else taken over his body.

I loved that Meek was a hustler, his street qualities was something that I found attractive. He was a boss he commanded attention and demanded respect. I saw the attention he got when he entered a room; the fear that lived behind the eyes of people who got close to him. I knew he’d killed before but would he kill Jennifer? And over what? Most importantly how did that make me feel?

Meek:

When I walked into the office Carter was sitting behind his desk taking a sip of his Scotch. "What did you need to talk about?" Carter asked sitting up in his chair.

I paced back and forth my hand running down my waves. "Remember that girl I made disappear" I said.

“Mmhmm"

"A detective came by Chanel’s spot today asking her questions. Now she’s asking me questions"

"What’d you tell her ?"

"I said I ain’t have shit to do with it” I said matter of fact.

Carter scoffed “I know she ain’t believe your ass.”

“Obviously not. But I can handle that, I just need this detective off her back. She don’t need to be dragged into my mess” I said.

"Well if she wasn’t fighting then Jennifer wouldn’t be dead. But what are you going to do about this detective?"

"Jennifer was a loose canon and it was a matter of time before she tried Chanel. I wasn't going to take that chance. So I handled the problem. The detective now I need help with"

"You want me to make the investigation go away?"

"Yeah, I know you have Miami PD and all that on your payroll. I just need it of Chanel, I'll take my chances if the protection doesn't extend to me" I said.

“Ah so that’s why you're here. Here I was thinking you wanted to hang out with me" Carter said.

"Stop playin man” I said

Carter chuckled, "Listen when you started working for me my connections became your connections. I don't extend that to just everyone but you being with my daughter along with me actually liking you its yours. I'll call them and see what I can find out and let you know and it won't be a problem anymore" he said.

“I appreciate it G” I said.

“Like I said, my connections are your connections now. You’re apart of this operation now you’re covered. However I think you need to tell Chanel the truth about Jennifer, because I know my daughter she’s not going to let this shit go. I taught her well, when she get's an idea in her head she won't stop till she finds out the truth. And I think you're good for her, I know how much you would do for her and that's a father's dream for his daughter to have. Plus I haven't seen anyone flip shit the way you and your crew do so you more than have my respect. But tell her about Jennifer, if you explain it to her she'll understand." He said.

Nodding my head I let out a sigh, I wanted to tell Chanel, but I was just scared that she would feel differently about me.

“Go handle that, I’ll get at you in a few days about the drop” Carter said.

"Ight G" I said giving him a dap and leaving the warehouse. Lighting the blunt I pulled out the warehouse heading to Chanel’s house.

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Walking into Chanel’s room I quickly scanned it searching for her. I noticed the balcony door slightly open.

Letting out a deep breath I stepped out onto the balcony. Chanel was sitting in the chair smoking a blunt.

“How much did you smoke” I asked.

"2 blunts since you left" she said looking at me.

Sitting down next to her I took the blunt from her hand and brought it up to my lips.

“Did you finish what you needed to handle” Chanel asked.

“Yes"

“Are you going to tell me what happened or you going to keep lying to me ?” Chanel asked.

Sighing I took another pull of the blunt and let the smoke out of my mouth. “What exactly do you wanna know ?“

“Have you ever killed anyone?"

I ran a hand down my waves and face sighing. "Yes"

"How many?” Chanel asked

“Chanel.. "

"How many people have you killed ?"

"I don’t know ma, I’m not keeping numbers of the bodies I’m lining up” I said honestly.

“Did you kill Jennifer?“

I took another pull of the blunt and blew the smoke out. "She was threatening you, Jennifer was spiteful and I wasn’t taking that risk with you. I’m not the good guy, Chanel. I don’t take kindly to disrespect, the minute I feel disrespected nigga’s stop breathing. You’re mine Chanel, you got a nigga whole heart and I don’t play about you. Any threat or harm that comes your way is disrespect to me and I’m body bagging anyone behind you.I’m all street baby, I’m not gone apologize for any of that, because this is all me Chanel. I can’t change this” I said.

Chanel took the last pull of the blunt and set it in the ashtray.

"Baby say something please” I said my voice held my fear that she would up and leave me. I couldn’t handle that, I wasn’t letting her go. The only way that was happening is if they put me in a body bag.

Chanel turned her head and looked at me. “I love you Ahmeek. The love I feel for you is border line toxic. People don’t love this hard, I’ve never loved this hard. When I’m not with you I feel like apart of me is missing, like I’m walking around with only half of me. When we’re fighting I feel like I can’t breathe, I can’t eat I can’t sleep. I was alive before you but you make me feel like I’m finally living. I thought knowing this would scare me away from you, but there isn’t anything you can do for me to leave you. I’m all in with you 25 to life like you always say. I ain’t never wanted to be anyone’s ride or die until you. It took me two months to fall in love with you and I’m not going anywhere. I’m here forever baby. No matter how crazy you are or how crazy you make me” Chanel said.

I was on her in seconds, pulling her shorts down. Chanel grabbed the waist band of my sweats and boxers pulling them down and freeing myself.

Grabbing her I pulled her onto my length. I hissed feeling her wrap around me and Chanel's nails dug into my shoulders.

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