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Five Senses: Sight (with Bonus Boy)

Billy Russo: You were the first thing Billy saw in his dreams overseas. No matter what horrors he had seen or committed that day, no matter how much blood was on his hands when he laid down to rest, no matter the dirt under his nails or the sweat on his skin, every night, he dreamt of you. And in his dreams, he was cleansed by you. In his dreams, Billy would see your bright eyes and that smile, that special smile you had for him and him alone, and no matter what atrocities he had seen or done, that smile would heal him. That smile, your smile, would warm him down to his bones--and that wasn’t a metaphor, it was true. Huddled in a flimsy tent with Frank and 12 other men, a freezing rain pouring down all around, nothing but a thin blanket and his fatigues to keep him covered, but Billy was warm. When he saw you, he was engulfed by your warmth, by your smile, by your love. Just the sight of you, dream or not, was enough to put Billy at easy, no matter where he was in the world. He’d memorized every part of you, and he pictured you, inch by glorious inch, when he needed your comfort. It wasn’t as good as being with you, of course, but it was a saving grace for him, and Billy was not a man who easily settled into being saved...unless his hero was you.

Logan Delos: Logan was a man of wealth and taste. He’d been born into his riches, and he’d become desensitized to many of the incredible things he’d seen in his time. He had seen sights that would leave an ordinary men speechless, had gone places that were normally closed off to public eyes. It didn’t faze him. Indescribable sights, things people would save up all their lives to see, seen and shrugged off within seconds by Logan. But the sight of you? Damn. You could drop him to his knees. Logan had just gotten off of his private Delos jet after spending a week lounging in the most decadent suite he could find in Abu Dhabi; the view had been described as “breathtaking”, but Logan hadn’t found himself having any difficult breathing as he looked out at the expansive city, drowned in orange by the sunset. But now, as Logan walked into your shared penthouse, he was breathless. You were laid out on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background, and you were fast asleep. It wasn’t an elegant sleep; you weren’t Scarlett O’Hara draped over a satin lounge chair, you were you, knocked out in the middle of the afternoon wearing one of his shirts. And you were, without a doubt, without exaggeration, the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. Wordlessly, because he was speechless, Logan sat on the edge of the couch and reached out to you. Looking at you, your mouth slightly open, wearing his shirt, you arm splayed across your forehead, Logan felt himself melt. Truly, you were the most striking sight he had ever seen.

Jax Teller: Seeing Jax dressed all in orange, chains around his ankles, two armed guards on either side of him, should have made you sad. It should have made you realize that, as much as you loved Jax, he was a criminal, and moments like this were bound to happen again and again if you stayed with him. You should leave--now, while you still could. But when he sat across from you, and you looked into those blue eyes of his... You knew that you weren’t going anywhere. “Talked to my Mom earlier,” he said, settling into his seat, “she said my bail should be posted in a few days, and then I’ll be home... I’m sorry, darling, I know this isn’t what you signed up for--” “How much more does Gemma need for bail?” You asked, watching as his eyes widened. “Babe, you don’t have to--” “I’m gonna be your Old Lady some day,” you answered back, “I need to learn how to do this.” You watched as his smile spread, his eyes wrinkling. “You’re gonna be my Old Lady, huh?” He said back. You leaned forward, making sure he was looking right into your eyes. You could see a warmth in them when he looked at you, an affection there that was for you, and you only. “I love you, Jax, and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with you. But in order to do that, we need to get you out of this place. So come on, tell me how much she needs to make your bail.” He chuckled, and leaned in as well, “You don’t realize how much I needed to see you...to hear you say that,” he reached out for your hand, and you looked down and smiled at the sight of his hand in yours, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.”

Coco Cruz: The doctor said his eyes would heal, but it would be a while. And though he was a sniper, Coco wasn’t a patient man. You sat on the bed, watching him pace around in circles in your shared bedroom. “Coco,” you sighed. “What if my eyes never get better?” He asked, stopping and turning to you, the white patch over his injured eye wrinkled as he frowned. “Coco...” “What if I can never ride again? Or use a fucking gun? How am I gonna work?” “Coco...” He fell to his knees in front of the bed, and you reached out and caressed his face. His dark brown eye was watery with emotion, and you heart clenched at the pain you could see there. “What if I can’t see our baby?” He asked, his hand going to rest on your growing stomach. You felt tears spring to your eyes, but you held them back. “You will. Okay? The doctor said it can be treated, and it’ll take rehab and time, but you will see again. I promise you.” Coco nodded, leaning into you for a hug. You closed your eyes, wishing you could give him the gift of sight, wishing you could will him to heal faster. But you couldn’t. All you could do--all either of you could do--was wait. And wait you did. And the day your baby girl was born, the first thing she saw was Coco, his eyes filled with tears as he looked down at his newborn child. It had taken a lot of work, cost him so much time and pain, but it was all worth it when he could hold his baby girl in his arms and look into her eyes, his vision fully restored. It was worth the wait.

Angel Reyes: You and Angel had made your New Year’s resolutions together, and working out more had been at the top of the list. You’d both agreed that the two of you should exercise more, and it made sense to do it together and motivate one another, but now that you were here... You could see that it was a mistake. Watching a shirtless, sweaty Angel lift weights, his low grunts filling the air, was beyond distracting. It was erotic. He grinned at you, a dumbbells slung behind his gleaming shoulders. You wanted to lick the beads of sweat trailing down his tattoos. “You good, baby?” He teased, an eyebrow raised at you. You swallowed, your eyes unable to look away from the perfection that was Angel Reyes. “I--good. Yup. Good,” you said, watching the bulge in Angel’s shorts as he squatted down. “Mm, very well constructed sentence there,” he said, straightening up and placing the dumbbell on the rack. You stared at his ass as he turned around, and you felt your skin flush with the heat of desire. It should be illegal for one man to look so good. After all, this was a public place and here Angel was just being a fucking piece of art. “Babe, stop staring, you’re gonna make me blush,” he teased you, “Shh,” you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone, “Don’t mind me. Keep working.” “Are you taking pictures of me?” “Maybe,” you answered, biting your lip as you snapped another picture, “Keep working out, this is good inspiration.” He laughed, doing as you said. By the end of your session, Angel had worked up quite a sweat, and you had amassed an impressive amount of sexy photos of your man. All in all, it was a good workout.

Miguel Galindo: There was nothing like the sight of Miguel in cartel mode. Every step, every glance, every twitch of his eyebrow turned you on. He stood behind his desk, both hands spread out over the papers and files that covered it, glaring at the men in the room. He was the very picture of power. You stood off to the die, summoned there to be a witness, your eyes fixated on your man. You watched the words spill from his mouth, you watched the men--powerful in their own right--visibly shrink as Miguel spoke. The topic of conversation wasn’t important to you; Miguel had all of your attention. You stared openly, your eyes going from his sinful mouth down to his large hands, watching them flex as he gestured over at the men. His eyes were hard, eyebrows furrowed as he showed his displeasure with his employees. Distantly, you heard their apologizes and his acceptance of them, but really, all you could do was drink in the sight that was your husband. He was in his element, as much as Miguel wanted to go legit, and as well suited to that world he was, he was a cartel man. It was in his blood. And it came naturally to him. You watched as he lifted his hand and pointed to the door; you could see the men scurry out from the corner of your eye, but your focus was on Miguel. He turned to you, a smirk growing on his kissable lips. “I can see what you’re thinking, mi amor,” he purred, “Why don’t you come over here and let me give you what you want?”

Nick Amaro: As soon as Nick saw you, he grabbed you. He held you tight, his eyes closing, visions of you hurt and afraid playing behind his eyelids. “I’m alright, Nick,” you assured him, whispering into the crook of his neck, “I’m alright...” He nodded, finally pulling back to have a look at you. There was blood on your face, and he reached out to wipe it, leaving a soft red smear on your cheeks. “Don’t ever do that again,” he huffed, his eyes boring into yours, “Never, okay?” “Nick,” you said carefully, running a hand through his hair, “you know I can’t promise that,” you watched his jaw clench, “if I’m the only thing between a perp and a victim, I’m going to stand in front f the victim, every time.” He closed his eyes again, trying not to see the truth in yours. “Nick,” you repeated his name until he opened his eyes again, “I’m fine. You had my back. Liv had my back. I’m safe, and so it that little girl.” You turned, taking his hand in yours. “Look,” you directed him gently. A few feet away, the little girl who’d been kidnapped was in the arms of her sobbing mother, safe and sound. The man who’d taken here was in the back of a bus, bleeding from the gunshot you’d given him. “We did that,” you told Nick, looking up at him, “Look at that girl. She’s the reason we do what we do. She’s the reason I can’t promise I won’t ever do this again.” He nodded, turning back to you and taking you in his arms. “I know,” he said, kissing your forehead, “Just... Next time, don’t leave my line of sight, okay? Can you at least do that?” You smiled, “I can do that.”

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny looked like a god, Apollo in the flesh. He was bathed in light, the rays of the sun shining on his brown skin, his smile wide and warm. You stood on the beach, Jakes on one side of you, Charlie on the other, and you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were staring at Johnny. And really--who could blame you? He, Mike, and Briggs had just come to shore after catching a few waves, and Johnny was looking like a freaking dream. “Damn girl, stop drooling,” Briggs joked as he walked past you, taking Charlie’s hand and leading her away. Mike and Jakes laughed, following suit, and you watched, not at all concerned with the others, as Johnny approached you. “Wanna take a dip?” He asked. You shook your head, your hands immediately going to his chest, “Why are you like this?” “Like what?” “Like... this!” You stepped back, gesturing to his everything. “Look at you! You’re freaking glowing, you got the abs all out... Keep playing, and I’m gonna put a baby in you.” Johnny laughed, and the sight of him, skin glistening in the sunlight, water pooling in the deep crevices of his collarbones, had you clenching with desire. He leaned in close, his mouth right on the shell of your ear. “Since you like watching me so much, how ‘bout we go home, and we can go the bathroom, and you can watch me break you off in the reflection of the mirror, yeah?” You grabbed his hand, nearly running back to Graceland, eager to see what he had in store for you.

Rio: You blinked, trying to test to see if you were dreaming. “R-Rio...” You gasped out. He stood in front of you, dressed in all black, a smirk on his lips. “Hey mama.” You jumped out of bed, but stopped yourself from running to him. He was dead. Rhea said he was dead. There hadn’t been a funeral, but she said he was dead and now... “I know,” he said, anticipating your thoughts, “I know. But, just look at me. Look at me. I’m here.” You looked at him; he had a beard now, and a nose ring, but it was him. He was real. He was here. “What...?” “It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you everything,” he answered your unasked question, “really, I shouldn’t even be here, but... I had to see you, baby. I had to see you.” You rushed towards him, burying your face in his chest as he held you. It had been months since you’d seen Rio, but it felt like a lifetime. You hadn’t really registered, until this moment, how much you had missed seeing him: his soft lips, his shorn hair and low lidded eyes. He was speaking to you, whispering that he was home now, and you pulled back to look at him. He looked different, harder, and you could see a change in him. “What happened to you?” You asked, your voice coming out in a whisper. “Remember the housewife?” “With the big boobs?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you fondly. “Yeah. She put three slugs in me,” he explained, and you looked him over, imagining the bullet wounds that you knew were under those dark clothes. “I’m good, mama. But I’m pissed,” he leaned down and kissed you, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips moved against yours, “so you and me are gonna get justice.”

Bonus Boy

Chris Zapata: Baseball had never been your favorite sport. You’d found it boring and tedious. And then you started dating Chris and suddenly, you were standing up in the stands every week, screaming and cheering as he played. You sighed dreamily, your chin in your hand as you watched Zap on the field. He wasn’t really do much of anything--actually, he (and Maz, and Barone, and Vinny) were all watching Murray throw a fit in the outfield. But God, did Chris look good. It was getting late, and the sun was setting, and it seemed like the very last rays of the day were clinging to Chris’ skin, placing a halo around him. You could see from your spot in the stands the sweat glistening on his skin, could see his eyes widen as Murray threw his bat at the score board, and you sighed again. You couldn’t even be sure if the team was winning or not (Murray’s tantrum suggested they were not), all you knew was that Chris looked like an angel. Your heart stopped in your chest when Chris’ eyes met yours, and you watched a smirk grow on his lips. He knew you were watching him. He knew you couldn’t look away. The sight of him like this--in his element--made you weak. You couldn’t wait for the game to be over so you could inspect your man at a much closer angle.

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anntoldst0ries · 3 years

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Everything else is just the weather

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count: ~5.3k (I sinned!) Summary: Ethan takes Elle out on their “first” date. Category: Fluff Warnings: None

A/N: It has literally taken me ages to finish this fic. To the point that I couldn’t look at it anymore, but here it is. I had it in mind for a really long time and now that OH is back, I feel like I’m ready to show it to the world. As always thank you for your support and I hope you like it!

This fic is part 2 of birthday present for my friend, part 1 is the fan art which you can see here. Once you read the fic, the fan art makes more sense :)

This is my submission for CFWC Silly Love Stories, Day 12: Date night.

Loud knocks resonated throughout the room.

"Come in!"

"Good morning, Mrs. Peterson.”

“Good morning, Dr Valentine. I think you are the only doctor in this hospital with some sort of manners, everyone else just waltzes in here as if it was a damn barn!”

“Hospital or no hospital, everyone has their right to privacy.”

“Thank you, child. Once again, please call me Faye."

"Alright Faye, but only if you call me Elle.” She smiled sweetly, and the whole room seemed to be suddenly lit by a thousand suns.

“How are you feeling? Are the meds making a difference?"

"They are. I am ready to be discharged today.”

"Not so fast. I am not ready to say goodbye to you yet."

“Why would you possibly like to be lumbered with an old nuisance like me for even a second longer than necessary?”

Elle just laughed and shook her head. The ‘nuisance’, as the elderly lady so lovingly put it, was exactly what she loved about her job. She loved spending time with her patients, she loved their stories and their worldly wisdom. It made her sad to see how many of them thought they didn’t matter or considered themselves and their lives boring. To her, they were anything but.

Many of Edenbrook’s staff members kept asking themselves: what is it about her? She was a great doctor, no two ways about it, and she was a genuinely nice person. But what was the source of power she had over people? If she woke up one day and decided to start a rebellion, patients would have most certainly followed her, even if it meant they’d be leaving the premises of the hospital with naked butts or trailing their IVs behind them. Doctors, nurses, administration, cleaners and security would follow shortly. She only had to say a word.

And how on Earth was she capable of turning Dr Ramsey, the grizzly bear of Edenbrook, into a benign teddy bear with as little as one look? It was beyond everyone’s apprehension.

Had they spent more time actually observing her, rather than gossiping in the corners, the answer would have unveiled in front of them within minutes.

It was very simple.

Noelle was truly curious about people. She genuinely liked them and was determined to get to know their story, for it helped her diagnose them faster and also satiated the young doctor’s hunger for knowledge.

Patients never felt like “curious cases” or “numbers” in her presence. They were… themselves - people with hopes, dreams, fears, pet peeves and odd habits. They were human.

So little and yet so much.

Those never touched by serious illnesses often failed to understand that sickness strips you of your dignity and becomes your identity. Your true self becomes covered by this weird, annoying sticker that wouldn’t come off no matter how hard you tried to remove it.

But this young woman, despite the nature of her profession, somehow managed to notice what was hiding beneath this misleading layer.

Had all these gossipers spoken to her patients, that’s exactly what they would have heard.

"What's happening today?" The older lady asked with a flick of curiosity in her wrinkle-haloed eyes.

"What do you mean, Faye?" The young doctor sounded genuinely baffled by the out-of-the-blue question.

"Well, I am no diagnostician, but I believe I am rather observant and you radiate with happiness. Something special is happening today, am I right?"

"Yeah, you are right." Elle blushed like a teenager caught in a lie. "My boyfriend is taking me on a surprise date today, but he won’t say a word about it, so I'm super excited to find out what he planned for us. He usually isn't one for romantic gestures, so the secrecy is killing me."

"Do you think he's gonna pop the big question?" Faye’s eyes lit up with excitement.

"No, we're not there...yet." Elle faked a smile, but a tone of doubt and sadness coloured her voice. They probably never will be, those things weren’t in the cards for Ethan, as he already stressed once.

But once was enough and she didn’t dare mention the subject again.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he's got some big guns in store, I would if I had a lady like you." - a male patient lying in the bed adjacent to Elle’s patient added smiling flirtatiously.

"Jerry, you were supposed to focus on getting better, not stealing my girlfriend." They all jumped when a deep baritone echoed throughout the room, hitting present company like a wrecking ball. She must have left the door ajar or Ethan could penetrate the walls soundlessly, because no one heard him coming.

Exactly how long has he been standing there for and how much did he hear?

"Dr. Ramsey, flirting makes your blood flow faster. Isn't it the very definition of life itself?” Jerry’s tone was brisk and lively.

"Well, it definitely isn't the definition of recovery after a heart attack." Ethan used his authoritative doctor’s voice but knew this wasn't a battle he was going to win. Jerry had something he didn't: a couple more decades of life experience under his belt and even the best medical school in the country couldn’t compete with this.

"Besides, Dr. Ramsey, I don't think that the beautiful Dr. Valentine here fancies old farts like me."

"That's where you are wrong, Jerry, looks like this is exactly the type I fancy." The two women laughed, however Ethan was far from amused. "Dr. Ramsey is 10 years older than me."

"10 years? What is 10 years in these times? Nothing. When I was getting married 40 years ago, it was something. But today? Look at all them playboys with girls younger than my granddaughter. 10 years is actually a very healthy difference. Men are immature and slower with growing up emotionally. So I'd say you've caught up, Dr. Ramsey, and the two of you are emotional peers now.”

“Thank you for the fascinating lesson in human psychology, Jerry. To think I’ve wasted all this time and money on medical school and no one taught me this.”

“Dr. Ramsey, it’s because schools and useful knowledge are mutually exclusive.”

Elle and Faye were on the verge of bursting out in laughter, but managed to keep their composure and used the non-verbal communication of exchanging glances instead.

Once they made sure their patients had everything they need, Ethan and Elle wished them a good day and promised to stop by in 2 days, as the following day was their day off.

The moment the door closed behind them, Ethan crossed his arms on his chest.

"I lose you from my sight for one second and this happens. 5 more minutes with Jerry and I'd be single again."

"At least no one wants to poke your eyes out for being with me."

"And someone wants to poke yours?"

"Where do I start... nurses, who had a crush on you long before I even set foot in Edenbrook? Female interns? Anyone, who has a pair of functioning eyes and ever looked at you?"

She was adorable when she was doing this, her whole body overtaken by excitement and her hands waving. When she was talking about something really important to her she wasn't just conversing with her mouth, she was doing it with her whole body.

Suddenly, his pager painfully reminded Ethan that this was neither the place nor the time to lose himself in adoration.

"I need to go, I'm completely swamped today and I have my favourite cherry-on-top board meeting. In case I don't see you for the rest of your shift - I’ll pick you up at 7."

He was gone before she was able to form a response. Was it just her or was Dr Ramsey weirdly… nervous?

* * * * * * * *

At 7pm sharp, Ethan Ramsey curled his palm in a fist and gently knocked. The door opened in an instant, as if someone knew he'd been standing there for the past few minutes.

"Ethan! I mean Dr. Ramsey...please come in!" Sienna squeaked with nervous excitement as she let him in.

"Outside of Edenbrook Ethan is just fine, Sienna. If you don't mind me calling you by your first name, of course."

"Mm..mme? No, yes, I mean... Elle is on the balcony." She tried to hide her embarrassment and motioned towards the tall windows surrounding the living room. Some time ago, he would have been oddly proud to have such an intimidating effect on people - nowadays, more than anything, he was amused. Has he really changed so much?

The answer to his question was leaning against the railing, glass of wine in her hand. Gauzy, flowery dress enveloped her frame and tanned skin.

For Ethan, it was as clear as crystal: summer had the face and scent of Noelle Valentine.

Long before she started leaving her toothbrush in his apartment and sleeping in his old JH t-shirts, Ethan noticed that whenever he laid eyes on her, his whole body started acting in a very irrational way. His doctor’s instincts prompted him to think of all types of biological causes and chemical reactions in the brain. Then, when he sort of admitted to himself it’s not just pure science, Ethan leaned towards the forbidden fruit theory - the more he couldn’t have his drug, the more he was craving it.

But the feeling never disappeared. Whenever he wouldn’t see her for a while - be that an hour, a day, or just when she went to take a shower or make a coffee - the very moment her face came into his view again, he felt his stomach somersaulting.

Every. Single. Time.

It wasn’t any different now.

"Drinking without me?"

She almost dropped the glass when his voice stopped the train of thought in her head. But then she saw his face, the way too seldom relaxed muscles and a barely-there smile.

A perfectly tailored shirt clung to his torso marvellously. If not in medicine, he surely would have made a name for himself in the fashion industry. Fortunately for her, the idea never crossed his mind.

The warm wind blew in her face, carrying the scent of expensive cologne which overwhelmed her nostrils. She didn’t know this one, so it must have been new. But she did know that smelling it for the whole evening while staring at his handsome face will be a pure torture.

Simply put, she was a goner.

"I don't know why, but I was quite nervous. Had to summon the courage somehow.”

“As you should be. After all, it's not every day that one goes on their first date."

She looked at him as if she’d just been told that a UFO landed on the roof.

“On a what?”

"Well, I was thinking a lot lately about how we never had a first date. Nothing was ever...typical with us. I promised myself I will do my best to fix things that caused you pain or deprived you of the things you deserved. Maybe I cannot fix some immediately, but this one I can, so I will."

Her eyes, overbrimming with affection struck him like thousand lightnings. Thank god a comfortable silence fell between them - had she asked him a question, it would have been clear that right now he is nothing but a simpering moron.

With this in mind, he took his hands from behind his back, holding a small bouquet of pink gerberas.

"These are my favourites." Her face instantly illuminated at the well known sight and smell. "How did you know?”

"I had some amazing helpers."

Elle instantly turned her head left and looked inside, where grinning, Sienna was showing her the thumbs up.

"Wow, now I actually wish I'd downed the whole bottle."

"I'm glad you didn't. I want to go on a date with a woman, not her lifeless body, even though the body itself is very appealing. Shall we?”

“King of compliments…”

* * * * * * * *

"You actually look like you are having a good time, Dr Ramsey.”

"Why wouldn't I? There is alcohol, sitting under the sky definitely has its charm and the company is acceptable." She playfully swatted his arm, the gesture a quick reminder of how comfortable they felt with each other, something he constantly remembered to never take for granted.

“Although I love this, I still don’t understand why you dragged me all the way outside Boston, I’m pretty sure the rooftop bars are pretty acceptable there, too. A bit more crowded though, that’s for sure.”

“Are you complaining about the fact that we have this entire place to ourselves? I know the owner and he was indebted to me.”

“Of course he was.” Looks like the whole town is indebted to Ethan freakin’ Ramsey.

“With regards to why I brought you here… you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Gosh. She couldn’t decide whether the mysterious side of Ethan Ramsey was hot as hell or annoying as hell. But she didn’t really have time to contemplate, because her companion asked her a question.

“Why did you become a doctor?” The ocean eyes pierced her to the core and she had a feeling that even if she was the best actress in the world, there was no way she’d be able to hide something from this man.

“That’s a terrible change of subject. Also, I must have told you like a million times already.”

“No, you never told me.”

When she looked at him and really, really thought about it… she suddenly realised Ethan was right. Elle told the story so many times she sort of… assumed she told Ethan, too.

“Are you sure you want to hear it today? It’s a pretty sad story, a mood killer I’d say.”

“It’s what makes you you, so yes, I want to hear all about it - the good, the bad and the indifferent.”

“I’ll tell you, but I need to ask something first. Why now? We’ve known each other for a while and you just… I just sort of assumed this isn’t the type of conversation you’d like to hold.”

“You’ve hit the nail on the head.” Ethan’s expression was gentle, not a hint of irony in his voice. “I’ve known you for a while now, but there are still so many things about you that I don’t know. At first, I didn’t want to ask, because asking these questions meant admitting that there is something more between us. What a fail would that be, after I’ve mastered the art of denial.” He laughed, but it wasn’t a bitter or a nervous laugh, it was a genuine banter between them, as the British half of her soul liked to call it. “But you made me want to dig deeper.”

Was it the heat that made her catch her breath, or did it have nothing to do with the temperature?

“Plus, this is sort of what first dates are for, right? I’m sorry for skipping right to the more complex questions. It’s not that I don’t want to know what you were afraid of as a child, I want to know all the details… but it feels like the atmosphere calls for something…bigger.”

So she told him all about her friend, how she fell ill, how she couldn’t be saved and how the experience wreaked havoc on her whole life, tears glistening in her eyes at the mere memory of the events that shaped who she was today.

Ethan listened, his whole body tense and eyes transfixed. She was giving him one of the most fragile parts of her and he had to make sure his hands were there to catch, carry and care for this treasure.

“And that’s when I realised that if I focused on becoming the best doctor I could be, then maybe one day, I’d be that person who has an answer, who can solve a mystery and save a relationship that means the world to someone. Sometimes, people don’t realise that when a person dies, it’s not only them that’s gone. The part of someone who stays, who has to deal with the whole ‘me after you’ - that part is gone, too. So for me, in a way, this meant saving more than one life.”

For a couple of seconds he didn’t move. Then, without saying a single word and with an unreadable expression he got up and offered her a hand, which she silently accepted. He led her to the railing, where the sun was slowly sinking into the boundless waters of Quincy Bay.

His lips found the all too well known way to her forehead, placing a loving kiss on her delicate skin.

“I am so proud of you.” There was something so mesmerising in his whisper, sending a shiver down her spine.

“As a mentor or as a boyfriend?”

“Both. I want you to know that your dedication to people who rely on you is astounding and hardly present in doctors your age. Or any age, for that matter.”

“Wow, Dr Ramsey, smooth. Trying to hit on me with a recycled pick-up line used on a national TV? No wonder you didn’t have too many girlfriends.”

“No, I didn’t. But I believe everyone has a limit of luck they can get per life. And looking at you, I got a couple of lifetimes worth of luck.”

This was enough to render her speechless. She smiled and at this very moment he knew he would do anything to make her smile like this. She wrapped him around her pinky finger and suddenly his whole existence revolved around finding ways of seeing her curve these breathtaking lips as often as possible and making sure he is the reason she smiles… not crying her eyes out.

Although the other didn’t know, because none of them said it out loud, they both thought the same thing.

This feels so right.

There isn’t a hint of awkwardness in the fact that they can go from being serious or emotionally vulnerable to funny and teasing in seconds.

In one effortless movement, Ethan spun her and pressed her back against his chest. Then, he started placing a series of tender kisses along her jawline and the crook of her neck, slowly moving towards her shoulder.

Come on, just say it Ramsey. It doesn’t get any better than this.

He wrapped her palm in his and pointed them towards the sky.

“There they are - the Little Dipper and the Big Dipper.” Their intertwined fingers were jumping from one tiny flashing point to the other, as if they were playing connect the dots. “And that’s Orion’s Belt.”

“I really don’t get why at this point I’m still surprised that you’re good at everything.”

Elle was drunk on his every word, as this annoying trait of Ethan Ramsey being the know-it-all was actually one of her favourite things about him.

As for Ethan, he couldn’t help but think that life wasn’t perfect and was never going to be. But this - this moment - it was in fact perfect. Why take chances of ruining it, when so many things can go wrong?

What if she doesn't say it back?

What if she's just gonna laugh at him or tell him he had it all wrong.

What if he misinterpreted everything and she never thought about him this way?

He was terrified of being this exposed. The last person he loved so much left him without batting an eyelid and disappeared for 25 fucking years.

Maybe it was better to live in a perfect illusion than a reality in which there was even a 0.01% chance she doesn't love him back.

So they both drowned in the moment, drifted in the sea of rapture, lost in the illusion that it can all last forever.

It was her who broke the silence.

“I’m getting a bit cold, is it ok if we call it a night?”

“Right, of course.”

“Thank you for the first date, I loved it.”

Handing her his jacket (her favourite, the dark green leather one) Ethan was furious at himself.

Maybe he was broken. Maybe he will remain broken forever. Maybe that’s the way it must be.

“Do you want to spend the night at mine?” The question slipped his tongue before he was able to fully reflect on it.

“At yours? Unless you have some secret place I don’t know about, just a quick reminder - I live there too.”

“Since this was our first date, I thought it was a gentlemanly thing to ask.”

“In that case… I am afraid I have the ‘after the 3rd date’ sleepover rule, Dr Ramsey.”

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The morning came all too soon and the hot, ruthless rays of the rising sun announced that Ethan is now way past his regular wake up and get up time. He barely slept, tossing and turning, replaying every second of the evening in his head.

His hand mindlessly reached for what he hoped to be the familiar curves and softness of the body he adored so much.

But his palm hit the mattress with a loud thud. The bed was empty.

The all-too-well known feeling of hopelessness slipped into the doctor's mind with ease. What did he expect? He was acting weird the previous day. First date, what a stupid idea. She must have realised something is wrong with him and finally left.

But before he was able to fully wallow in the mud of pity, the feeling was soon replaced by an old friend Ethan haven’t heard from for a long time.

Panic.

Where was she? Is she ok? What if something happened to her and he was just sleeping like a log instead of being there to protect her. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing her… again. Something grabbed his chest in a tight grip and wouldn’t let go.

Scenes flashed before his eyes, vivid and bright. Their hands touching through the glass wall. Her hand cupping his cheek through the layer of hazmat suit.

He got out of bed at the speed of sound and started running around the apartment, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, he noticed.

The balcony door was opened wide.

Shit.

Heart in his mouth, Ethan crossed the distance between his kitchen island and the balcony door in the blink of an eye.

Elle was just serving pancakes outside. The goddamn pancakes. The only thing he couldn’t cook. The one thing she kept teasing him about and he rolled his eyes every time she did.

God, he promised himself he will never learn how to make them, if it meant she would just tease him forever.

She was smiling as widely as ever, putting the sun and everything else in the world to shame. Ethan was still a bit shaken and his uneven breathing gave him away. Elle finally noticed his presence.

“Good morning, I was just about to—“

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They both froze.

The tension in the silence that had just set in was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

But the silence didn’t last long. As one man, with eyes full of disbelief, they both murmured simultaneously:

“What did you just say?”

This time, he felt obliged to break the silence.

"I...I...I mean, I…"

Damn it, get it together, idiot.

"I didn't mean to…”

Great, Ramsey, keep digging an even deeper hole for yourself, then crawl in and stay there forever.

"You didn't mean to say it?”

"Yes. No. I mean, damn it, I am making things worse, aren't I?”

She didn’t set him straight.

"The thing is, I wanted to say it yesterday. I had it all planned, I took you for a first date and I wanted to say it for the first time yesterday.”

"Why did it have to be yesterday?”

“Give me a minute.”

She just rolled her eyes, but Ethan didn’t have a chance to notice before disappearing inside. A few moments later he re-emerged, his face and torso covered by a neatly wrapped, rectangle-shaped object.

"What's this?"

"Something you should have unpacked yesterday, but then... life happened."

Elle sat down on cold tiles, her hands trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. And just like he did months ago, he took her hand in his, only this time he cupped his own cheek with her palm and placed the most tender kiss on the inside of her hand.

It was her favourite medicine, a remedy for all things wrong.

He sat beside her and nodded at the mysterious package. With impatience growing inside of her, Elle has torn the paper up.

Inside was a dark blue, framed print - the colour of it an instant reminder of her favourite set of irises.

She studied everything with intent. A circle must have been representing the earth and the irregular dots and lines must have been the stars and constellations.

"A map of the sky? That's beautiful, Ethan."

He knew immediately that although her delight was sincere, she had absolutely no clue what she was looking at and why she was looking at it.

“It's not just any map of the sky.” Ethan explained gently, hints of pride colouring his voice. “It's a map of the Boston sky from exactly a year ago. Well, a year and a day.” He smiled faintly, now a shade of sorrow in his enchanting voice.

Silence. Was she supposed to know what that meant?

“Aren’t you full of mysteries today? Ok, you need to throw me a lifebelt here. What's so special about the sky from a year and a day ago?”

“For the world? Probably not too much. For me? Everything.”

At this stage of their relationship, she knew a lot about Ethan’s behaviours, triggers, his body language. And not just a relationship as a couple, but also everything that came before Ethan became someone she was running through life with (the life of two doctors in one of the busiest and most prestigious hospitals was certainly not a walk in the park).

But it still fascinated her how his demeanour changed whenever the subject was serious, whenever he was talking about something that truly mattered to him. It was as if he’d stripped down of all the layers and let her look into his bare soul. These rare moments of vulnerable intimacy meant more to her than any night of passion they ever shared.

Her eyes turned to him in pledge, because as much as she wanted to, Dr Valentine still couldn’t fully comprehend the scene unraveling in front of her.

“Read the description below the map.”

Dear God, did she actually hear shyness in his voice?

She skimmed through the image again, and there it was, right at the bottom. Elle was so focused on trying to decipher the meaning of the image that she didn’t notice the words below.

The words which explained everything.

I WILL NEVER FORGET THE DAY

THAT MADE ME REALISE

YOU ARE THE SKY

EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST THE WEATHER

Her emerald eyes brimmed with hot tears as the meaning dawned upon her. Words were very unnecessary, but now that he summoned the courage to speak, there was still a lot he wanted to put into words. He gently took the frame from her hands and leaned it securely against the wall.

Taking her palms into his, he placed delicate kisses on her knuckles, his lips tracing the shape of these two tiny hands, which held all of him. Everything he had, everything he was and was going to be, he placed in those two fragile palms, with an unspoken hope that they will hold him and catch him if he falls.

“Look at me.” The words were pulsing with care and affection, even though his voice coloured them in serious and desperate shades.

“One year ago… and a day from today…” He smiled and she felt the warmth spilling inside of her. The power he had over her was beyond the limits of understanding.

Little did she know that the object of her affection was lost in the same thought.

“I was standing exactly where we stand right now. It was dark and the view wasn’t that spectacular.” He freed one of his hands, but only to make contact with her cheek to caress it slowly. In this moment, he had to touch her any way that he could. With his hands. With his eyes. With his soul.

“But I always found comfort in staring at the sky. When I was at med school, I had countless moments of doubt, I wanted to quit more times than I can count. So I used to go to a secluded place at night and stare at the sky. It made me realise how, in one respect, I am just a grain of sand in the universe and how little my problems are. Funnily enough, this thought actually brought me a sense of comfort. If I am as little as I think I am, then what is the harm in being brave and taking chances? A wise man once said… There are some things that are worth any risk.”

She giggled through the tears, the sweet sound soothing his shattered nerves.

“I was standing right here and I never felt more miserable in my life. And I couldn’t understand why, for God’s sake. I was thriving at work. I had everything figured out and planned. I was pushing you to be the best you could be and I watched you turn into someone who would one day be far greater than me. But you looked so sad, so… broken. You already know I can’t just gloss over you feeling down. The sadder you were, the more miserable I felt. One evening, I was having a glass of scotch and I remembered some tiny exchange we’ve had earlier in the day, literally a chit chat. No idea what it was about. But I remembered your smile and your laugh. Every tiniest move of your muscles, your eyes, how your hair set around your face. It made me happy. Even if it was just for 5 minutes, knowing that you are happy in that very moment filled my chest with lightness. That’s when I realised I want to be the person who makes you feel this way.”

She blinked the first time in a while, as if she was afraid to make the tiniest movement, afraid it will all disappear and turn out to be a dream. Giant teardrops rolled down her angelic face, trailing the path of joy.

“Noelle Sky Valentine, I love you. I have loved you for a long time but I was too stubborn to let myself give in. And that, as you already know, will always be one of my biggest regrets.”

“Ethan, I don’t… I’m so sorry, I just don’t know what to say.” Her voice was saturated with emotions.

“I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.“

“I love you too, Ethan Jonah Ramsey. You are by far the most complicated and stubborn person I have ever met. You are… everything I never knew I looked for in another human being.”

Once he heard her say it back, he couldn't get enough of it and a lifetime didn't feel like enough to tell her he loves her, as many times as he wished to.

“But I do have to mention this, Dr Ramsey… from the first date to a love confession in less than 24 hours? I’m sorry, I think this is moving too fast.”

“I’ll show you too fast…but I’m afraid we need to get inside, I don’t want the whole world and its wife to see how I teach you a thing or two.”

Ethan scooped her in his arms and carried her inside, despite her mock protests. He smiled and corrected himself.

He wanted for the whole world to see.

Because the whole world was right there.

In his arms.

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Geralt and the Minotaur p8

y’all it’s finally here. the last part of the au i barely finished

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher and @jaskierswolf are truly the only reasons this got finished. Babes, I owe you my life. Bless.

Warnings: uh... lots of smut. its mostly smut, we pick up DIRECTLY where we left off with part 7, its soft tho, anal fingering, anal sex, soft bois being soft, little bit of insecure jask but not much.

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Geralt stood, holding Jaskier against his chest as he stepped out of the bath. He walked straight past any robes or towels and through a curtained doorway to his bed chambers, snatching a bottle of massage oil as he went.

Jaskier grinned and plucked the bottle from his hand as Geralt continued his path to the large bed behind yet another curtain, "And you pretend to be so innocent"

"Soldiers talk." Geralt explained with a wink, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed and placing reverent kisses along Jaskier’s collarbones. Jaskier hummed in pleasure, raking the fingers of his free hand through Geralt’s still damp hair and earning a soft moan in response.

"Oh? You like that hmm?" Jaskier purred, "What else would you like?"

Geralt dug his fingertips into Jaskier's hips and had to remind himself to be gentle when he saw the surprise in his eyes, "You."

Jaskier smiled fondly and kissed his forehead, "How would you like me?"

"What do you wa-"

"No, my sweet, selfless hero. I want this to be special for you. How do you want me?" Jaskier caressed his cheek as he spoke, the tenderness dripping from every word.

Geralt's cheeks burned with embarassment as he whispered, "I- I want you to… fuck me."

Jaskier pulled him into a kiss, soft and sweet, before he stood from Geralt's lap, "Lay back against the pillows."

Geralt immediately shimmied back to the middle of the bed, his heart absolutely racing as he watched Jaskier pour some oil over his fingers as he crawled into the bed after him. Jaskier gently spread Geralt's legs and bent his knees before pressing a trail of kisses over all his bruises on his way up to his lips. He hovered above the prince for a moment, their eyes locking as their breath mingled between them before Jaskier gently brushed their lips together.

Geralt shuddered, the anticipation and intensity sending shocks through his body already. Jaskier kept their lips pressed together as he gripped Geralt's cock, squeezing firmly and slowly moving along his length. Geralt's eyes rolled back in his head as he tilted his head away for air he suddenly needed so much more of.

Jaskier nuzzled his cheek, "Stay here. Look at me," he whispered.

Geralt did as he was told, fixing his eyes on Jaskier's as best he could.

"There's my hero," Jaskier's praise had Geralt's cock twitching in his hand and he raised an eyebrow, "Does that make you feel good, love?"

Geralt licked his lips and tried to keep his breathing even as he nodded, "yes"

Jaskier's grip tightened just a bit as he peppered the prince's face in kisses, muttering, " You're so good for me, so brave, so strong, so smart. My hero."

Geralt's hips bucked as he moaned, unrestrained and desperate.

Jaskier swallowed his following whimper in a deep kiss, pulling back enough to make sure Geralt was paying attention when he spoke, "are you sure you want this? We can stop or do something else if you want."

Geralt shook his head, hands that had been tangled in the linens now finding their way to Jaskier's hips and back, "Please. I want to be yours."

Jaskier buried his head an Geralt's neck and groaned, "Mm- fuck you can't just say things like that."

Geralt ran his fingers through soft brown hair, struggling to think let alone speak, "Wh-y not?"

Jaskier chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to Geralt's lips, "You might never get rid of me if you keep that up."

"I'd never want to," Geralt sighed.

Jaskier kissed him in earnest this time, all tongue and teeth and passion. Slowly, he guided one of Geralt’s hands from his waist to in between their bodies.

“You take over here,” He instructed as he wrapped Geralt’s hand around himself, Jaskier’s lips only leaving Geralt’s far enough to speak, “And tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”

Geralt nodded, leaning up to trap his lips in another kiss as Jaskier patted the bed for the oil. When he found it he uncorked it with one hand and wet his fingers again before running them over Geralt’s hole. The demigod sucked in a breath and squirmed, not not remembering how to let the air escape until Jaskier started rubbing small circles over him.

"That's it love, just breathe," Jaskier hummed, pressing kisses all over Geralt's neck and collar bone as he worked, adding a little more pressure once Geralt started breathing again.

Geralt's hand stilled over his cock as he simply laid back and basked in the sensations, the way his spine tingled and his toes curled. Without thinking, his free hand roamed down Jaskier's back to his ass and squeezed, making him rut against Geralt's hips. The skin on skin contact of their hips alone was delicious, but their cocks momentarily being pushed together was divine.

Geralt groaned and arched his back, pushing into Jaskier's hand, "More. Oh gods, please more."

"Stroke yourself, helps make it more comfortable at first," Jaskier panted, falling to his elbow over Geralt and resting his forehead on his collar bone.

Geralt obeyed as Jaskier slowly pressed a finger into him. The sensation wasn't immediately pleasant, but not unpleasant. As Jaskier slowly started easing in and out Geralt began to feel a light pulsing pleasure, but it wasn't until Jaskier hooked his finger that he felt the shockwaves he'd heard tales about. His hips bucked and he nearly shouted his lovers name, gasping for breath when that same spot was brushed again.

"You look absolutely celestial like this," Jaskier murmured, pressing back on his heels and stroking Geralt's inner thigh as he slowly added another finger. He kissed his knee while Geralt shuddered at the feeling of being so full. He never wanted anything but this again. If he could live in this moment forever, be would. But Jaskier seemed intent on wringing every bit of pleasure out of his body and proving over and over that that wasn't as good as it could get. Geralt lost all sense of time, only Jaskier and the bed beneath them mattered.

At some point Jaskier stretched over him again and pressed a reverent kiss to his lips, whispering, "You're ready, do you still want me to?'

Geralt could only nod and whine, a high pitched, needy sound that he didn't even know he was capable of making. Jaskier slowly removed his fingers, using that hand to prop himself up while he brushed the hair off Geralt's forehead with the other, gently caressing his face as he shushed him.

He cupped Geralt's cheek and pressed a kiss between his brows knit together in desperation, "Words, darling," he urged, not entirely patient himself.

Geralt cradled Jaskier’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply, hungrily, before pulling back and panting a moment, “Please, Jask.”

“Of course, hero,” Jaskier hummed pressing a quick kiss to his lips before sitting back on his heels once more. He maneuvered a pillow under Geralt’s hips and ran his hands down his sides as he showered him in praises. If Geralt weren’t already flushed with arousal he’d be just as red from Jaskier’s words.

He gasped when Jaskier lined himself up, just brushing his tip against Geralt.

“You okay?” Jaskier asked as he rubbed soothing circles on Geralt’s hip.

When Geralt nodded Jaskier pushed forward, slowly but steadily, until he brushed Geralt’s prostate, making the prince moan. Jaskier had prepped him well, he barely felt a stretch, but the new sensation was almost overwhelming. As Jaskier rocked gently, brushing that sensitive spot with each movement, he gasped and clutched at the bedding. When he finally pushed past and a little deeper Geralt was nearly boneless beneath him.

He reached up and laid his hands over Jaskier’s, watching the reverence and barely restrained need in his features. He really was beautiful, with a slight sheen of sweat on his brow and those beautiful blue eyes trained on his prince.

That’s what he was now, Geralt was sure. He’d never belong to anyone else. He wasn't sure he ever had.

Jaskier stilled when he’d pushed in as far as he could and Geralt ran his hands as far up his arms as he could.

“Fuck, you feel heavenly,” Jaskier groaned, leaning forward to kiss up Geralt’s neck to his lips before continuing, “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“For what?”

Jaskier laughed as he propped himself up, brushing a few stray hairs out of Geralt’s face, “To move, darling.”

The realization was clear on Geralt’s face, amusingly so, as he caught up, “Oh! Yes, go- do- hm. Yes.”

“I love you,” Jaskier chuckled, kissing him briefly before starting a shallow thrusting pace.

Geralt arched his back, keening as he tried to put a response together. While he felt this good there was no talking.

Jaskier picked up his pace until his thrusts were forceful and uneven and both of them were breathing hard. Geralt had never felt more desperate or euphoric, certainly not combined. The pressure between his hips just kept building and building, well beyond any breaking point he’d ever found on his own. Jaskier hit his prostate with a particularly forceful thrust and he cried out, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

“Jask, please. I need- I- fuck…” Geralt hissed.

Jaskier seemed to know what he’d meant, taking him in hand and stroking in time with his thrusts. Geralt came apart in seconds, a string of curses and downright sinful moans falling from his lips as he writhed. He squeezed his eyes shut as the waves of ecstasy crashed over him, stealing his breath and his voice.

When he finally opened his eyes he was panting, almost dizzy, and Jaskier was laying next to him, peppering kisses all over his collarbones and neck.

He hummed and pulled him up for a real kiss, “What about you?”

Jaskier giggled, kissing him again, “Oh I’m just fine darling. You didn’t notice?”

Geralt ran a hand over Jaskier’s arm draped over his chest, snickering, “Zeus could have leveled the palace and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Good,” Jaskier said, wiggling his eyebrows, “We should probably head back to that bath for a bit before sleep.”

Geralt frowned and nestled into the pillows, “‘M sleepy.”

Jaskier rolled up and out of bed, “Come on sleepy. Let’s clean you up first. It’s really not something you want to do in the morning.”

“Bossy…” Geralt gumbled, a soft smile on his lips despite his resistance.

He almost fell asleep in the bath, but they were soon cleaned up and tucked beneath soft sheets and snuggled up with each other.

Before he finally did fall asleep, Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s hair, mumbling something too quiet for Jaskier to hear.

“What, darling?”

“I love you.”

In the morning Jaskier kept close to Geralt’s side as they ambled through the lavish breakfast set out for the palace guests, more than a bit nervous. Not about where he stood with Geralt, no that was pretty well shored up last night, but where he stood… anywhere. He was, after all, an unwanted farm hand, no royalty or even nobility.

Geralt kept one hand on him at all times, both not ready to let go of his comforting warmth and wanting to constantly reassure Jaskier.

When they made to sit down with the other survivors, far more hungover than they were, King Vessimir clapped a hand on Geralt’s shoulder, “Come sit next to me. I’ve missed your presence.”

Jaskier hesitated, glancing between Geralt and the table as Geralt tightened his grip around his waist.

“I’ve had a second place set next to yours,” Vessimir said with a fond roll of his eyes, “It was clear when you arrived you wouldn’t be separated. Come. Eat.”

Geralt looked over to Jaskier and whispered, “Do you want to?”

“Of course,” he answered, positively beaming as they made their way to the King’s table.

Vessimir, never having been one to beat around the bush, dove right in once they were seated, “My son has offered you a place to say, I hope?”

“I- about that,” Geralt turned to Jaskier with an unreadable expression, “I don’t know if I’ve said it, but I’d like you to stay here. There’s plenty of room in the palace and you’d be free to do as you wish.”

Jaskier stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“I know you have a life across the city, and I’m not asking you to abandon it! I’d-” he glanced back at his father who was graciously pretending not to listen, “I’d miss you. And you’d always be loved. I don’t want you to f-”

Jaskier interrupted him by placing a hand on his thigh, grinning from ear to ear, “Nothing could make me happier.”

Geralt leaned in for a kiss, not pulling away until someone cleared their throat.

“Welcome to the palace, Jaskier,” Vessimir had a hint of fond exasperation in his voice.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Vessimir sent him a wink, turning back to his breakfast as he spoke, “Geralt, I’ll give you the day off to show Jaskier around, but tomorrow we’ve a senate meeting and Eskel wishes to keep you in shape.”

Jaskier leaned in close to Geralt and whispered, “Do I get to come watch?”

Geralt grinned and kept his eyes forward, “Might be too distracting.”

Decades later, long after King Vessimir died and they’d built Athens into the glimmering jewel of the surrounding nations, they would look back on that first morning fondly. They’d lay tangled up with each other in a hammock, or the bath, or their bed, and reminisce about how naive they were and how reckless. Geralt liked to point out that, as far as impulsive royalty goes, he was rather tame, but Jaskier still teased him. He did, after all, volunteer for a suicide mission with about five seconds of forethought.

Geralt maintains it was well worth it.

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good-beans · 3 years

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Day 3: Angel/Demon

I wanted them to switch because it fit too well to make Minegishi the angel and Shimazaki the Demon... and something about love is blind... and something about the original temptation and plants going together... yeah

This one also has a lil drabble that just kinda happened LOL. It's my attempt at writing seduction (so I'm sorry ahead of time adfgbjj) but nothing actually happens 👍

"Why don’t you come with me tonight?” Minegishi asked.

“Mm?” Shimazaki tilted his head, the halo angling with it. “What do you have in mind?"

“Well… ” they tried to get their words straight, but it was difficult with the glowing, powerful, and rather attractive angel leaning in to hear them. “Why don’t you come and... find out?” they finally managed.

Shimazaki let out a laugh. Love was blind, but it wasn’t that blind. “A nice try, but you never were great with the pick-up lines. For a demon, you’re not too great at this whole temptation thing.”

The other’s tail twitched in annoyance. “And for an angel, you’re not very nice.”

"Just last week you complained I was nice to everyone.” It was a true accusation, and Shimazaki felt no qualms about it. It came with the job -- he was kind to anyone and everyone who crossed his path. Even when the angel himself wasn’t inclined to offer any real kind words, it was his duty to flash a charming smile, shower on some flattering words, and make the people around him feel special for but a moment. It was an odd sort of life, constantly giving out love without ever loving.

Regardless of how sincere he was, Shimazaki lived in a constant state of showing care, which may have been why the most apathetic of demons had taken such a liking to him. “ You seemed a bit put out by it. I would say that envy doesn't suit you, but I guess it does...”

Shimazaki didn’t know the half of it. Minegishi was used to lying, and they would continue to do so about how insanely jealous they had felt recently. Watching the angel toss around that pretty smile to every human he crossed, pouring out love to all those undeserving little creatures was infuriating. It seemed they had as much envy as greed within them because of how badly they wanted it. Well, those and another one of the seven sins…

As distracted as they had been, Minegishi was quick to recover. They said simply, “if you think I’m that bad at temptation, maybe I’ll have to go back to the basics.” The demon got to work, trees and vines rising from the ground around the pair.

Shimazaki was fully prepared to turn them down despite whatever lovely thing they were growing at his feet. He wasn’t one to be so easily swayed by pretty flowers. He knew from experience you could gift those without giving a damn… But the smell of apple blossoms and sweet fruit made him inhale deeply. It was delicious.

He felt Minegishi behind him, their hands carefully running over his wings. He’d received a lot of compliments on them over the ages, and Minegishi was no exception. The demon’s comments on their beauty had sounded far more terse than the others he’d received. Shimazaki had always assumed it was because they weren’t genuine. Sure enough, they gave another quick, “I like the way these shine,” as they combed their fingers through the feathers.

The touch made him shiver. “Thanks…”

At that moment, with the sweet smell of apple filling up his senses, Shimazaki wondered for the first time if those were the only genuine compliments he’d ever received regarding them.

“Tell me more.”

“Hm?” Minegishi could hear the change in his voice. “I didn’t think angels were the narcissistic type.” Were they rubbing off on the goody-two-shoes angel? They sure hoped so. Minegishi plucked an apple from over their head, inspecting it. The shape, color and texture seemed too good to be true. It was.

“I mean it’s kinda my thing.” he shrugged. “I like to see people in love.”

Minegishi leaned over his shoulder. They slid one hand across his shoulder, dipping onto his chest. With the other, they placed the perfect fruit in Shimazaki’s hand. “You want me to show you love?”

The angel took it, a smile creeping onto his face. The way his heart was racing, the way he was leaning into their voice -- maybe they weren’t as bad at this as he thought.

The demon’s lips were right in his ear. “Then you definitely should spend the night with me…”

#shimamineweek2021 #minegishi toshiki #shimazaki ryou #shimamine #i had a ton of fun with the designs/concepts for them -- im real happy with this one :D #my art #rose writes!#mp100 #to add

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Forsaken | Part 2

Summary: As one of the Forsaken, Jinyoung had no right to covet anything as his own. When he stumbles across you standing in the middle of the village he had plundered, the memories of old make him risk it all, clutching at the past in hopes for a better future.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: warrior au / star crossed lovers / angst / romance

Warnings: death, kidnapping, cursing, a myriad of emotions - this is a really sad love story.

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

You could feel the tremble within the arm across your neck, his gaze penetrating to your soul.

How you had craved to see these eyes for years. They had always carried a hardness within them even when they were young, having seen too much of this cruel world. You could tell they had since witnessed far more than you ever wished to know about, even if you were curious now.

Just how was he alive?

The darkness within his eyes swirled and you gasped a little, acknowledging the fear and remorse now showing. Why was he scared of you? Before you could examine him further, the man stepped back, shaking his head softly. “You don’t know me.”

“Jinyoung,” you managed to say just louder than a whisper and watched the shiver run its course throughout him. It gave you the courage you needed to say it louder, repeating his name until he turned and looked at you again.

He had been a scared little boy back then when you had first met him too.

He laughed hollowly. “You never change.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Why did you spare me?” he questioned with a bitter tone, shaking his head as if he was trying to remove memories with the notion. “You should have told the authorities there was one of the Forsaken within your community sooner.”

“Why, so you could be an actual ghost to me right now like I thought you were?” you concluded and the man merely shrugged his shoulders. You stepped closer to him, reaching up for his neck. There laid a faint scar, your index finger tracing it slowly. It was as if your touch turned him to stone, and as you looked up into his frozen expression, you checked to see if his nostrils were flaring in and out with his breath. You sighed.

“Why did I spare you?” you murmured, thinking back to a time in which you had often thought over.

Your steps were hastened, your skirt held up with one hand as you gripped at the hand of another, dragging Jinyoung behind you. He followed you sluggishly and you yanked on him harder, wondering how he could be so slow at a time like this.

“Jinyoung!” you hissed, tugging on him. His eyes fell to your action, smiling softly at your hand in his. You groaned at his lack of urgency and ducked down another alleyway between the houses, knowing an adult couldn’t fit down such a gap. Moving until you were at the back of it and out of sight, you breathed heavily, peering around Jinyoung for signs of the soldiers.

“You should have let me be caught,” he murmured and you gaped at the boy beside you, completely calm unlike you. His eyes bore into yours. “Protecting me is dangerous.”

“You’re my friend and I’ll do as I please,” you told him firmly, blinking with the sudden burst of light filling his entire face. Even with his big ears and short hair, Jinyoung was boyishly handsome when he smiled like this. He radiated a light unlike any you had seen from a mere smile. It reached into his eyes, softening them from their usual hardness. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“You like being my friend?” you asked softly and Jinyoung nodded.

“I’m yours.”

“Hey! That makes you sound like a possession. I don’t own you.”

“Yes you do,” he replied, pulling your still linked hands up to show you. His grip tightened on your hand. “You took me as your own and gave me a name.”

“You silly boy,” you chided despite the swell in your chest. You liked that he was your friend. No one else knew of him yet as you had been hiding him for the past month in the barn out the back of your family farm. Jinyoung had easily become the most important person in your life. You knew if you didn’t look after him, he would be forgotten about once again.

You couldn’t let the authorities take away someone so special.

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” he told you bashfully, ducking his head away from your startled expression.

“And you’re trouble, Jinyoung. One day you’re going to leave my heart aching, I just know it.”

You clutched at your chest, the ache you often felt towards his departure from your world now conflicted with his reappearance. He had changed so much, adapted to a harsh way of living that you couldn’t fathom. Your shock was wearing off; overwhelmed by everything that had occurred to you during this nightmare.

He had saved you and yet he had killed all that you knew. It wasn’t the first time you would lose the ones you cherished because of Jinyoung, though this time it was by his own sinful hands. You stared at his limbs, wondering just how much blood he had washed away from them over the years.

You were momentarily disgusted and took a step back. “You’re right, I don’t know you now.”

Jinyoung watched you silently, his brain calculating something to say. Instead, he was cut off by the bell in the corner of the room chiming. He sighed and nodded. “Stay here; I might be gone for some time.”

“What makes you think I will listen to you?”

“Because if you leave this room, the others in this camp are trained to kill strangers immediately on sight.” He examined your expression for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. “Then again, do as you please. I don’t know why I brought you here anyway.”

“Answer me one thing,” you pleaded as Jinyoung moved to the door. Whilst he didn’t look back at you, he didn’t depart the room either. You swallowed, licking at your dry lips before speaking once again. “Can I trust you?”

“I can’t even trust myself,” Jinyoung honestly admitted, and left the room swiftly, shutting the door firmly behind him. You listened for him to lock it, to ensure you remained entrapped in this strange place.

However, his footsteps grew faint until they were unheard of and you dashed towards the door, reaching for the latch. Stopping midway with the uncertainty of what waited for you beyond these walls, your hand fell back to your side and you slowly made your way back to the bed, curling up against the wall.

You felt exhausted from trying to navigate the multitude of emotions within you, soon drifting off to sleep once more.

“Jinyoung!” you cried as he splashed the water from the lake at you, earning a squeal from you in protest. His hearty chuckle made your arms drop away from their defensive barrier, staring at his mischievous expression in awe. It had taken him three years to open up, to feel free enough just to live. Now as teenagers, you enjoyed a prolonged youth despite the adult world impending on you both. Of course, your naïve approach of keeping him to yourself hadn’t lasted very long, your parents had discovered him and sympathised enough to take him in. From there, your small community had gained knowledge of the boy and he was protected by everyone. It meant Jinyoung was finally safe and had a place where he belonged.

Hearing him laugh like this made you believe that all those years of being cautious on his behalf were long forgotten. You could dream of a future with him.

You could experience your first love as well.

Another splash of water came your way and you shrieked, dashing across towards the shore. His arms encased you before you could escape, dragging you back into him, into the water.

It was him boldly taking you places now.

“Where are you going?” he asked breathlessly and you spun around, staring up at him until you smiled.

“Nowhere.”

The humour in his expression eased and he brushed the hair away from your face. “You know I will follow you even to nowhere, right?”

“Of course, you’re mine.”

“Mm,” he hummed, a satisfied smile tugging his plump lips up. “I’m yours.”

He was too close and didn’t expect your eyes to open and find him there when you did. Blinking rapidly, Jinyoung went to move back but you held onto his hand, preventing his departure. You scrutinised his appearance, searching for the boy you had just dreamed of. The boyish charm was replaced with something harder to read. There was no doubt in your mind that you were still attractive to the Jinyoung who stared back at you, scars and all.

Your stomach twisted when you acknowledged the man before you still owned a part of your heart.

He merely stared back at you, unmoving, and yet his eyes were telling a tale of another lifetime. There was a warmth that seemed as bright as the summer of love you had relished in before the harsh winter that crippled you with loss. You gripped on more tightly, wishing to go back to that time.

Hoping for another reality other than this.

“Will you still follow me to nowhere?” you breathed, the man before you swallowing visibly. He toiled back and forth with his emotions openly before squaring his jaw. This world had conditioned him to believe in nothing that possessed hope and magic. Jinyoung chuckled but it wasn’t as joyful as you remembered.

“Y/N, nowhere doesn’t exist.”

“Yes it does,” you persisted and he frowned. “Nowhere exists, Jinyoung. I’ll find it.”

“We’re not kids anymore, stop thinking like that.”

“You didn’t answer, would follow me to nowhere?”

A faint purse of his lips made you hold your breath, searching for a glimmer of the past you held onto so dearly. It didn’t last long and he pulled away from your hand, standing up from his seat on the bed beside you. “This is where I belong.”

“Is this where I belong too?”

“This world isn’t for someone like you.”

“Yet you brought me into it,” you bit back and Jinyoung nodded.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“A bout of insanity,” he answered though it wasn’t convincing. You could see with the way he regarded you he hadn’t saved you just for fun.

He had seen you there and couldn’t let you leave this world before him.

“Are you sane now?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I forgot your persistence.”

“Have you missed it?”

“What are you fishing for, Y/N? A love confession? A sign that the boy who followed you around like a lost puppy is back? Don’t kid yourself. I simply returned a favour.”

“A favour?” you echoed with a scoff, your anger rising. “If you truly felt the need to repay me, you should have killed me right there and then. Let me burn with all the others you murdered that day. This is how you repay me? I’ve lost everything I had twice now because of you.”

Jinyoung’s brows knitted together briefly before he smoothed his expression back to the stern, uncaring one he was trying to maintain. It made you roll your eyes, he was pathetic and nothing like the boy you once knew.

You were foolish for even giving him space in your mind all these years.

“I wish you had remained dead to me,” you announced, gathering yourself up from the bed and storming towards the door. As you headed down the small earthen corridor towards the exit, you were surprised not to hear him follow you, or to even stop you from leaving. You started to silently cry as you opened one of the doors you had once blindly came through, scolding yourself for considering you meant anything to the man back in that room. Why had he gone to all the trouble of bringing you here if he couldn’t admit to a plausible reason?

He clearly had gone mad from his years as a member of the Rebellion and you wanted nothing to do with him. You’d rather face death by the members of his camp, to leave this wretched world behind. You had no family left, no friends, no value. There was no need to survive as you had thus far. You had been determined to live on in hopes you could live a life worthy of the one you thought he had lost back then.

Stepping out into the dusk of the night, you were uncaring of your efforts. He had thrived in the dampest, darkest of places all this time, and you had been none the wiser.

Jinyoung could live on now without you.

You broke into a run, heading towards the tree line beyond the settlement. It felt good to feel the burn within your lungs from the physical activity, the sting in your weakened limbs as you urged them to power on. It was cathartic to escape everything. The loss, the yearning, the pain. You needed to break away from it all.

However, your blind dash away meant you weren’t paying attention to the world around you until it was too late. You saw another person within the woods, their hand unmistakably reaching for a bow from upon their back.

So, you would actually die then. Waiting for the impact, you felt a rush of air by your ear and then your body was hurtled into another direction, pressed against a tree protectively.

You glanced up at the man now encasing you away from further attack, his heavy breath falling onto your face. Jinyoung’s eyes connected with yours desperately. “I’ll follow you to nowhere.”

He sucked in a deep breath to steady himself, however his gaze remained determined. “So don’t try and leave me yet.”

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solynaceawrites · 4 years

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Bad Moon Rising [15]: There Is An End

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Category: F/M Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins Relationships: Estarossa/Original Female Character, Meliodas/Elizabeth Liones, Mael/Original Female Character Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Slow Burn, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence Note: We're finally here, at the end of a long road that started more than two years ago when I first found Nanatsu no Taizai. A lot has changed since I started the first version of this story, before I knew it was going to be a trilogy, but the one constant has been Moth and her journey. There's a funny sort of sadness at finishing something like this: I'm happy, for every person who's read this and loved it, for all of the support I've gotten from start to finish, but there's a bit of grief, too, now that it's over.Or, well, almost over.There's a sequel in the works that will (hopefully) be ready to publish by the end of the year, where the relationship between Moth and Mael truly begins to grow and develop. I hope you'll join me again for it. And, as always, I hope you have as much fun reading this chapter as I did writing it.

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It’s been three days since the end of the Holy War, and the Boar’s Hat is crowded to near bursting. Holy Knights who want nothing more than drink themselves into a merry stupor, the Sins who are somewhere between celebration and mourning, Zeldris and Gelda who are visiting until Edinburgh is safe enough to live in, an Archangel, and Moth herself. Every morning she steps around men and women who are sleeping where they fell, whether that’s on top of a table or out on the porch or in the grassy veranda through the side door, on her way outside, and every evening she squeezes through throngs of bodies, fighting through to return to her own room. She’s been asked if she’s alright, and she’s said that she is. What she hasn’t told anyone—not Ban, or Meliodas, or Elizabeth—is that she’s intending to leave when they begin dropping everyone off where they want to go.

There’s another party in full swing when Moth heads downstairs. The sounds of clinking glasses and laughter fills the air, rowdy knights talking loudly among themselves and hosting toast after toast to the health of anyone and everyone they can think of while Elizabeth, Diane, and Elaine do their best to keep the drinks flowing. Moth catches Elizabeth’s eye when the goddess darts past, a tray of ale balanced precariously in her hand, and she smiles when Elizabeth mouths, do they ever stop?

Elizabeth disappears into the throngs, and Moth ducks behind the bar, looking for the bottle of Medistle she’d tucked away for a special occasion. She wants to take it back upstairs with her; Mael had mentioned enjoying sweeter liquors — though, admittedly, he was finding that he liked headier ales, too — and she thinks he’ll like it, if she can just remember where she put it in the first place. But she can’t find it, not behind the other bottles or tucked away behind the barrels of ale, and she’s lifting her head to ask Meliodas if he knows where it is when she spots Merlin sitting at the far end of the bar, the bottle open at her elbow. The mage’s expression is as close to forlorn as Moth has ever seen it, making her hesitate as she stands.

The wine is the only reason she approaches, and she tries to hide her unease behind a smile. “How’s the Medistle?”

Merlin glances at her. To Moth’s surprise, her cheeks are ruddy and her eyes a bit glassy. Has she ever seen her drunk before? “Passable, though a bit too sweet for my tastes. Do you want some?” Moth nods, and a glass appears by her elbow as the bottle lifts itself to fill it. “The Captain was just here, but you’ve missed him if you were looking for him. He said to liven up and enjoy myself, and yet . . .” With a scoff, she downs the rest of her drink and pours another. “There is nothing to celebrate.”

Her words leave Moth feeling distinctly uncomfortable. There’s something beneath them that she can’t quite put her finger on; she wouldn’t call it hostile, but it’s certainly unhappy, and she glances around to make sure no one else is in earshot before she replies, “I think they’re choosing joy over grief. Is that wrong of them?”

Merlin’s lips twist down as she stares at her wine. “It is . . . distasteful. Do you know about the curse?”

“Not really,” Moth admits. “I know that they were cursed for loving one another by their parents, but I’ve never known why. From what little Meliodas has told me, they were together long before they were killed, and, though it seemed odd to me to have it happen the way it did, I don’t know much about gods and their motivations.”

“It wasn’t a god,” Merlin mutters. “It was a girl. She loved Meliodas, you see, and loved him dearly, and even made a form for herself that she hoped he would enjoy. But he loved Elizabeth, and the girl was heart-broken, though she found that she loved Elizabeth, too. So, she went home, and devoted herself to her studies.” She drains her glass and refills it, and Moth, suddenly aware that she does not want to hear whatever is going to be said next, nearly stops her, but finds herself frozen in place. “But when she heard Elizabeth was pregnant . . . she couldn’t bear it, and she told the gods, hoping it would destroy them the way they had destroyed her home.”

You loved him.

Once. When I was young and foolish.

The pieces click into place, yet the fury is slow to come. “You caused it?” Moth asks quietly. Merlin looks at her as though she’s just remembered that she’s there, and she leans in until she can smell the liquor on the mage’s breath. “You caused their curse?”

“It was a mistake,” Merlin replies imploringly. “A childish tantrum. Had I known what would happen, I never would have—”

“Three thousand years,” Moth whispers. Her voice shakes from her anger, and she fights to keep her expression even to avoid any attention from the others. “Do you understand? They suffered for three thousand years, they died, and all because he broke your heart? Do they know?” Merlin jumps at her demand. “Have you told them?”

“No, never,” Merlin breathes.

“And you never will.” Moth straightens up. Her skin is crawling with magic that she wants to unleash, but she can’t. Not here in the bar, not with so many people; even if it were only the two of them, she wouldn’t, because she knows how dear Merlin is to both Meliodas and Elizabeth and, beneath her rage, there is the same begrudging affection and respect for her. “It would destroy Elizabeth. You take this to your grave. Whether you get there of old age or I put you in it is your choice. No amount of apologizing will make up for the people who died because of you.”

“Like you?” Merlin snaps.

Moth stares at her for a moment. No doubt Merlin will have forgotten this in the morning, if the way she sways in her seat is any indication, but Moth will not. It will linger with her, resurfacing every time she sees Meliodas, or Elizabeth, or Merlin, like a burr that remains lodged in a coat and pricks her every so often, and she shakes her head and grabs what’s left of the bottle. “I know my sins,” she replies coldly. “You’re still excusing yours.”

With that, before Merlin can say anything else that she doesn’t want to hear, she turns on her heel and heads back upstairs. Mael is in bed, sitting up with the sheets bunched around his waist as he smokes one of the clove cigarettes she keeps stashed away for special occasions, the moonlight coming through the curtains illuminating him in soft shadows and turning his hair silver. He smiles at her, and it’s slow and a bit uncertain like all of his smiles are, but no less warm. But it fades when she locks the door and strides towards him, and he’s barely gotten the cigarette into the ashtray before she’s in his lap, the bottle of wine thudding onto the bedside table as she kisses him soundly. His hands settle on her waist, his soft exhale warm against her cheek, and he doesn’t protest when she reaches between them to pull the sheet away.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he murmurs.

She shakes her head. “No. I want to forget, if only for a while.”

Mael considers that, and her, before he finds the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head. “Okay,” he says, and she closes her eyes when his lips meet her throat.

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The next morning dawns bright and warm. Moth watches the sky through the window as it turns from violet to pink, her head resting on Mael’s chest. He hasn’t woken yet, something she finds a bit humorous given his association with the sun, and she uses the opportunity to simply enjoy being next to him, his arm a welcome weight over her hips and his slow breathing ruffling her hair. She isn’t quite sure what either of them are going to do; the other Sins have their own plans, and, with Ban and Elaine taking ownership of the tavern, Moth wants a place of her own. Maybe a cabin, somewhere it snows in the winter, where she can live quietly until the wounds left by this war have healed enough for her to feel comfortable in her own skin. And she wants him to come with her. She might have only truly met him, leaving her with a bit of catching up to do compared to him, but she knows the truths that were twisted by magic, and she knows that she wants to stay with him.

When he starts to stir, she lifts herself to prop her chin in her palm, using her other hand to tease over his pectorals. “Mael,” she breathes. His brows furrow, and she laughs and leans in to kiss his jaw. “Sun’s up, you know.”

He groans and cups the back of her head. “Already?”

“Mm-hm.”

With a grunt, he turns them both so she’s smothered by his bulk and rests his head on her breasts with a sigh. “We could just stay here, you know. Unbothered . . . alone.”

Moth laughs. “We did that yesterday!”

“Did we? Maybe doing it again will jog my memory.” Snorting, she pinches the lobe of his ear, and he huffs and lifts himself to blink at her blearily. “Where are you in a hurry to be?”

“Nowhere. I just want to talk to you, that’s all. About what we’re going to do.” Mael stiffens for a moment. Then he climbs off of her, and she’s treated to the sight of his broad, bare back before his discarded tunic covers it. It’s not until he stands to tug on his trousers that she realizes something might be wrong, and she sits up with a frown, holding the sheets to her chest. “Mael . . .?”

“I’m heading to Istar,” he tells her. “I need someplace to keep Sunshine safe until I’m ready for it again, and it would kill Escanor to have it. The druids are the best option.”

Moth nods slowly. “I can wait here until you return.”

His only response for quite some time is silence. It stretches long enough that her palms grow clammy as worry churns within her, and his voice is quiet when he says, “I don’t intend to. I had hoped you would come with me.”

“What?” Disbelieving, she laughs, only for it taper off when she sees his shoulders tense. “Mael, I won’t go there. I can’t. I’ve already had to once, to regain the magic that Merlin stole from me, and the entire time I was in Istar, I felt like it was the worst place for me to be. The magic there is the same that took everything from me. It’s too concentrated.”

“And where would you have me go instead? I’ve hurt far too many to be welcomed anywhere else.” His voice is bitter, and she frowns as she stands. “Liones? The Holy Knights here have already made it clear they’ll have my head before they let me step foot there. I cannot go into the Fairy King’s domain, and Camelot is in ruins. The Celestial Realm is abandoned.”

“I thought we could go north,” she replies hesitantly.

“North,” he says flatly. “What is north? More rubble and debris.”

“Not all of it,” Moth argues. “We could build a home for ourselves there, a place that belongs only to us, outside of human lands. I’m not telling you that you can’t go to Istar, only that you don’t have to stay there.”

Mael shakes his head. “No. What’s left of my people are in Istar. Elizabeth is human now, but Jenna and Zaneri are not, and with them I can be . . .”

He trails off, and she understands how that sentence is going to end and needs to hear it anyway. “You can be what?”

“Myself. You are a dream, Moth. Someone I could love, but never have, and the time I have spent with you is precious, no matter how fleeting it’s been. Maybe you can overlook the monster that I was and the cruelty I showed you. I cannot.”

“Could love. But don’t.” Once again, he says nothing, and she buries her hurt beneath her irritation. “Go, then. I’m not going to stop you.”

“Moth—”

“Just go!”

Mael hesitates. He does not turn to face her, but she can see part of his reflection in the vanity mirror, and she watches the uncertainty on his face fade into resolve. Then he squares his shoulders and murmurs, “Be well, Alessa,” before striding from her room, and only once he’s gone does she let the tears come, burying her face into pillows that smell of him to muffle the sounds of her crying.

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“Hey, this is coming along nicely!”

Moth lowers the paintbrush and studies the canvas with a critical eye as Meliodas enters her room. “You think?”

“Mm-hm. Good likeness.” He stops next to her, crossing his arms as he makes a show of looking the painting up and down. “Gelda will love it. Zeldris probably will, too, since you made him a little taller.”

“I didn’t. He showed up to pose wearing heels.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. Gelda teased him about it a good deal. You didn’t notice him sulking at dinner?”

“Don’t let him hear you call it sulking.”

They lapse into a silence that is neither comfortable or uncomfortable, something that has become more and more frequent in the last month. It had taken very little magic for her to rebuild Edinburgh castle, but she had only been able to restore the building itself, as she had no idea of what decorations or furniture might have been present before its destruction. After the five of them relocated here, the first few weeks had been devoted to purchasing tapestries and settees and chairs and tables and more candelabras than Moth thought truly necessary; Gelda, however, seemed more than happy to set the place up how she liked, and the vast wealth of the vampires had accumulated over the centuries, leaving her plenty of gold to work with. Most of the lower floors are finished, along with an observatory and the three rooms needed for the current occupants. But Gelda, upon learning that Moth occasionally painted, had asked her to create portraits for the gallery, and, wanting something more to do than look at potential curtains, she’d agreed.

No one has asked her about Mael, for which she’s grateful. Moth has heard nothing from him since they parted three months ago, and, as much as his absence hurts her, he had made his choice clear, and some wounds are too deep for her to follow him to Istar. Yet her time here, too, is almost up. Elizabeth is pregnant — as is Elaine — and Gelda and Zeldris have spoken of trying for their own once the castle is fully finished in a year or so. And, while she cares deeply for all of them, their love is a reminder of the one thing she will never truly have.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Surprised, she looks at Meliodas and finds him grinning. “Don’t think I couldn’t tell. We’ve known each other so long that I can read you like a book. Well, a book with a page missing in a few places.”

Moth debates lying and decides against it. “Yes. In a month, probably, after I finish this. It’s the last one that Gelda requested.”

Meliodas nods. “You could stay, you know. Everyone would be happy if you did.” She says nothing, and he sighs, “Except for you.”

“I’m happy,” she argues.

“Not like you want to be.” He gazes at her steadily. “Not like you deserve to be.”

The quietness of his voice tells her that he knows far more than she thought he did, and she wonders exactly how much he’s aware of. Has he noticed her sleeping and eating less, or how she wakes up with a scream choking in her throat most nights? What about the fact that she can barely bring herself to laugh, or to do much of anything unless told to do so? Or the way she sometimes cannot function at all, left to stay in bed in the cool dark and wait for the melancholy to pass?

Meliodas walks closer to the canvas, leaning in to study it, and she holds her breath for fear that his nose will smudge the paint and undo hours of work. “You’ve suffered, Moth. We all have, but you’re the only one who never got to see the reward for it. Ban saved Elaine, Elizabeth’s curse was broken, King and Diane are married, Merlin and Escanor are in Camelot, Gowther has his apprentices, even Mael is among his own. But you . . .” He glances at her over his shoulder. “What do you have? What do you want?”

“Peace,” she whispers.

“Where will you go?”

There’s a hundred ways to answer that question, ranging from vague to direct, and so she settles for something in the middle. “I’m going home.”

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softlyjiminie · 5 years

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call him | j.j.k

⇢ paring(s): jeon jungkook x reader, mentions of park jimin x reader.

⇢ word count: 3.5K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, smut, fwb!au, college!au.

⇢ summary: jungkook’s jealous, and he has an awful way of showing it.

⇢ warning(s): please read! heavy smut, cumplay, fingering, oral ( female receiving ), spanking, exhibitionism, daddy kink, sub!reader, dom!jungkook, swearing, unprotected sex (use protection please.), friends with benefits relationship.

⇢ author’s note(s): hey lads, it’s been a hot minute since i posted a fic but ive had this written for almost a month and i think you guys deserve it, also it’s my first time witing and posting a smut so please give me some feedback uwu, happy sinning ;) ( update: this fic has been updated and edited as of 2020 )

⇢ parts: ( here! ) ( two ) ( final )

You rushed past the dark haired male as soon as he opened the door, the fresh rainfall dampening your clothes as he locked it behind you. Your eyes fired up with desire as you stripped off your jacket, and dumped your bag by the stairs and yet all the while Jungkook remained unmoving.

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled, darkly, you noted, as he moved to stand in the doorway of his living room. Your actions paused as you pulled your lip between your teeth. Jungkook raised a brow, muscled arms crossing over his firm chest. You simply smiled at his actions, slowly walking over to the taller male with a sway in your hips. “You’re fuckin’ horny aren’t you, love?”

It was more of a statement than a question which caused your smile to widen as you slipped your arms around Jungkook’s neck, sighing when his hands slid down from over his chest to settle on your hips. “I called you...you didn’t answer. I’m stressed about my exams Ggukie, help me relax please...”

“You’re such a good girl, asking daddy nicely.” Jungkook hummed, lifting you to his waist by your thighs. Your lips met in a furious kiss, sucking one another in as your tongues clashed in a passionate dance for dominance. Squeezing your thighs, Jungkook blindly lead you to his bedroom, gently pulling away from your lips to nibble and bite and suck at your neck littering you with bruises. “Mine. You’re mine.”

You moaned out at his claim, fingers twisting in the black, obsidian locks of the boy busying himself with making a work of art out of your neck against his bedroom door. The routine was almost familiar to you, having a sort of fuck buddy relationship with Jungkook since the first semester of the year. Usually your encounters were smooth sailing, you’d call and he’d text and within an instant you were together, headboard smashing against the wall and waking your roommates.

Today, however, was different.

He was taking his time with you, teasing you as if you’d slip away. “Jungkook, please. I-I, oh god, don’t want to wait anymore...” you whined as his hips begun to slowly buck up into yours. Hot slick pooled between your thighs as he tamed you, reigning in on his control over you. “W-want you to take me...”

“Patience Y/N, you said you’re stressed...let me take care of you tonight.”

You barely had time to frown at Jungkook’s words, it wasn’t often that you went slow, especially when one of you were needy. Before you knew it, the door had finally popped open with a satisfying click and Jungkook was walking you over to the bed. You landed with a soft thump, eyes burning with desire as he removed his shirt to reveal his skin, golden like the rising sun and soft like the linen you lay on. Of course you could appreciate his abs, but like you’d told him many times before, he was beautiful... a vision to behold. Even with his fucked out eyes and pink tinted, swollen lips...Jungkook was a beauty.

Wordlessly, he crawled up the bed until your lips met once more, biting and sucking at each other until the were puffy and swollen. His hips were between your legs once more, pushing down on your clothed core with every thrust from his hips. You could feel the wetness of your heat collect in your panties and you were pretty sure Jungkook could too. His dark doe eyes clouded with lust at every whimper that surpassed your lips from every buck of his hips, his weighty length brushing against your desperate heat.

Unable to withstand the building pleasure between you, Jungkook pulled you up, tearing your shirt from your frame before discarding your leggings somewhere across the room and pushing you back down onto the bed to kiss you once more. The flame within you spread across your body like wildfire as his hands seamlessly unclipped your bra with a practised ease. “Look at your fuckin’ tits baby.” His words were slurred whilst he sucked at your lips, cool fingers coming up to play with your nipples. “Nice n perky for daddy, god I love your fuckin tits.”

The last part came out as a deep groan, his mouth latching onto your right breast causing you to arch your back into him. His heated tongue flicked over your nipple before he gently bit down on the mound of flesh, his other hand massaging your other breast. “J-jungkook! Mm-fuck!” You cried, fingers threading through his raven locks as he switched breasts.

The tug at his hair had him growling, as he finally pulled away from his assault on your chest, his eyes even darker than before. He smirked up at you drowsily, lips kissing a trail down past your navel and just above your panties. You squirmed as he neared the place were you desired him most, images of his head between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy flashing behind your unfocused eyes.

“Eyes on me, Y/N...” he teased, lips mouthing over the waistband of your panties before tearing them off with his teeth. They trailed down, as he left open mouthed kisses on your heated core and it took all your might not to clamp your thighs down on his head and have him stay between your legs forever. You jolted in your place on the bed when Jungkook strategically placed a wet kiss on your swollen clit, crying in pleasure even though he’d barely touched you. “Oh god baby, you’re s’fuckin wet for me aren’t you? So wet and I’ve not even given you my fingers, huh?”

You could feel his hot breath over your crying hole and it only heightened your need for him. “Gguk, please...w-want you s’bad.” You moaned shamelessly, desperate for any kind of attention.

But as soon as he came close to touching you, he was gone.

Opening your eyes, ready to chew one out on Jungkook, you looked up. His expression was dark, his lust for you replaced with something you couldn’t quite place but you could see in his eyes that you wouldn’t be going home without an orgasm tonight. “You know, I heard something pretty interesting about you the other day.” He started with hooded eyes, a single finger slipping under the waistband of your panties before pulling them off, to toy with its lace. “Something about you having a little...crush.”

“W-what?” You stammered breathlessly, your brain fogging with confusion and arousal as Jungkook’s cold finger came to circle your wet clit, his cool temperature sending shivers down your spine. Your hands latched onto his shoulder, sinking into his freckled skin as he worked slow circles into your nub.

“You know what I’m talking about princess,” Jungkook smiled, adding a second finger to swirl at your swollen clit. You moaned desperately as the two digits moved in synchronised movements, throwing your head back into the pillow. “You know what a crush is? Do I need to spell it out for you?” a silent scream tore in your throat as he begun to work the letters C-R-U-S-H into your sopping heat, the pleasure he was giving you just by stimulating your nub was almost enough to make you cum.

“What’s his name?” Jungkook growled as you began to grind your hips into his fingers, one of them slipping down to tease open your entrance. You shook your head, conflicted between why he had chosen now of all times to bring this up and the pleasure he was giving you. Your mouth opened with a scream as Jungkook’s digit slipped past your entrance, buried knuckle deep in your tight heat. “I won’t ask you again Y/N.”

“P-park Jimin!” You squealed as Jungkook gave an experimental thrust of his finger, you arched your back as he curled it to let it drag across your walls, rewarding you with another finger. Jungkook froze, as if he had sunken into deep thought, before he resumed his actions.

“Call him.”

You gripped his wrist in surprise as he begun to curl is fingers inside you with every thrust, stimulating that special spot. You shook your head once more, whining at the fast pace of his digits slipping in and out of your heat, lewd sounds of your arousal piercing the air.

“Do it, or I stop.” He hummed against the shell of your ear, the pace of his fingers never easing up as he handed you his phone. It was already unlocked to your surprise and you were even more surprised when you found Jimin’s number in his contact list. Jungkook smiled encouragingly as you dialled the number, kissing another pathway down to your core. “There’s a good girl...”

The phone rang about three times before there was an answer, and you didn’t miss the way Jungkook slowed his thrusts to match the ringing of the phone. “Hello?”

You bit your lip to suppress your crude moans as Jungkook’s lips sealed around your clit, sucking on the nub in a way that usually had you screaming. “J-jimin! Hi!” You stammered breathlessly into the phone, taking a deep breath to steady your shaking voice. “uh, it’s me, Y/N from your psychology class!”

You internally cursed Jungkook for adding a third finger just as you introduced yourself, wanting to close your thighs around his head and choke the cockiness out of him. Jimin’s melodious laugh wafted through the phone and you felt your heart melt and heat spread to your cheeks at the sound. “I know Y/N, we sit next to each other, how comes you’re calling from Jungkook’s phone?”

“O-oh my! F-fuck Jungkook!” The sound of his own name must have spurred him on, for Jungkook switched from fingering you to eating you out, his hot wet tongue slurping at the pool of arousal that had collected from his previous ministrations. His finger begun to flick at your clit once more, and you almost closed your thighs when his other hand came up to spread them apart, giving you a look that said ‘keep them open.’ Jimin’s faint voice from the phone reminded of the situation that you were currently in, and you blushed, hurriedly trying to think of an excuse. “I-I mean, fuck Jungkook, t-that fucker-oh!- took my phone to play games-!”

You gasped, glaring down at Jungkook, who’s face glistened with your slick after biting your thigh. The sight of him all messy with your wetness had you silently moaning as Jimin chuckled from his end of the line. “Well thats for you Gguk isn’t it?” You could hear the smile in Jimin’s voice, and you felt your arousal flare up just with the knowledge that he was completely innocent to your acts. “Did you need something though? You don’t usually call...”

The cold air between your legs told you that Jungkook had moved again, looking up from your call, you noted with a dry throat and a mind clouded with lust that he was unbuckling his belt, throwing his boxers and jeans to the floor, leaving him naked in all his glory. Your jaw went slack at the sight of his bare frame, all shame completely thrown out the window as you mewled out your approval. Even though you’d seen him open and bare, countless times before, the moment when he was completely stripped down never failed to amaze you.

Your whines grew at a higher pitch and you barely acknowledge Jimin asking if you were okay as the dark haired man before you begun to massage your thighs, pulling them open so he could take a peek at what was his. Your hands longed to grab at his supple skin, claw at his back and bite his shoulders and Jungkook only tutted at you. “K-kookie please, please lemme touch, need’ta touch you...”

“Y/N? What’s going on, is everything alright?” Jimin’s muffled voice sounded from the phone, his tone laced with worry. Jungkook chuckled, leaning down so that his chest was pressed against your breasts, causing your nipples to stand on end.

“Put him on mute baby.” Jungkook hummed, grinding his bare length against your wet, pathetic mound. You nodded, on the verge of tears at the stimulation. You still hadn’t cum yet. Pressing the mute button, you moaned aloud, gripping Jungkook’s shoulders as he slapped his cock against your sensitive clit. Your ears were immune to the worried whispers of Jimin as you desperately moved your hips in time with Jungkook. “Listen carefully to what I say princess. You’re going to tell little Jiminie how much you like him, how much you want him whilst your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock, you got that?”

“Mm...no gguk...please no-“ you gasped, the tip of his member teasing your entrance. He looked down at you, steely determination in his eyes and you realised that if you didn’t do this, Jungkook would leave you high and dry for as long as he pleased. Heat and arousal flared up within you once more, you were impossibly turned on and if this is what you had to do for Jungkook to get you off, then so be it. You were past the stage of embarrassment now.

Reaching up, you unmuted the phone just as Jungkook began to lather is length up with the physical evidence of your arousal. The slick delicious sound had you gulping as you called out for Jimin. “J-jiminie,” you sighed the anticipation of finally having Jungkook inside you, clouding your thoughts. “Jimin- you still there?”

“Yes...” he whispered back into the phone, and it almost sounded as if he was further away. “Y/N are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I just- just wanted to tell you something important...” your breathing had become laboured at this point as Jungkook eased his girthy length into you inch by inch, his dark eyes focused on where your body’s met and you sucked him in greedily. “Jiminie-I, ohmygod! I think I like you-!”

You moaned into the phone, the device falling from your grip as Jungkook entered you fully with one single thrust. Jimin’s end of the phone went silent for what seemed like ages and his voice was barely above a whisper when he did speak. “I think I feel the same...I just never made a move because I thought you had a thing with Jungkook...”

Your heart melted at Jimin’s words, and you felt some kind of mental relief at the thought of him liking you back. You were just about to respond when Jungkook snapped his hips into yours with force, driving your frame up the bed as he fucked into you. You squealed, grasping his shoulders as his cock drilled into you with ease, thanks to the lubrication of your core.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each thrust, the pleasure and overstimulation coursing through your veins. The head of his cock caught on the walls of your, weeping pussy and you arch your back into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you clench around him. “Oh fuck, Y/N baby you feel s’good...” Jungkook lets out the choked moan before he can stop himself, dark mop of heat dropping to your neck to bite at the soft skin there. “Mine, my pussy, only mine.”

His words are slurred, and your heart and your core flutter at his possessiveness but it almost feels like he’s trying to prove a point. Jungkook’s long fingers ease down between your legs, where your body’s meet and he’s bucking into you at a brutal pace, they soon find your sensitive clit and you almost want to writhe away from the pleasure he’s giving you.

“M’ all yours Kookie, please!” You cry, sensitivity heightened and that’s when you remember Jimin on the other line. You wonder if he’s getting off at the sound of your skin slapping and the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy, the thought only arouses you more, increasing your wetness and you can’t help but moan even louder. You can’t tell if it’s for Jimin’s sake or for Jungkook’s.

“Y-Y/N... is that Jungkook?” Jimin’s voice comes out strained, and you mewl as Jungkook pulls all the way out, only to pound back into you again, rougher and faster than he was before.

The dark haired male quickly pulls a finger away from rubbing figures of eight on your clit, letting the digit slip between his lips to suck off your juices in a way that has your legs tightening around his hips. Jungkook grips the phone, mumbling something about Jimin getting on his nerves. Without a word, Jungkook pulls out of your heat and flips you over onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up so that your ass meets his cock, before slipping back in.

A hand slaps your ass as you grind back into him, craving some kind of release. “You hear that Park?” Jungkook growls, slapping your cheek again, causing you to whine, tears pooling in your eyes as you grip the sheets. “That’s the sound of your girl getting fucked, fucked so good she can’t tell what’s up or down. Now remember for the next time that you fuck her, it’ll be my cum that stains her walls and my name she’ll be moaning. Isn’t that right princess?”

“Yes Jungkook! Oh god yes! Fuck me please, wanna cum s’bad!” You moan with wanton, moving your hips in sync with his, tears blurring got vision and your mind clouded with lust. That was enough to satisfy him, for he leaned down to press slopping kisses to the slope of your back, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Later, Park.” He groaned into the phone, as he leaned back up. His pace never slowed when he hung up the phone, tossing it somewhere else on the bed. “You’re such a dirty girl, princess. Moaning like a dirty little slut for daddy when talking to your crush.” Jungkook punctuated each word with a thrust, hitting your spot each time and driving you closer towards the edge.

“M’ so close...” you cried, words slurring together as your own hips matched Jungkook’s pace. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Then do it, cum on daddy’s cock like the dirty girl you are.”

That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge, your vision blurred as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, splashing out onto Jungkook’s length. His pace didn’t let up as white flashed behind your eyes and you screamed out his name. He helped you ride out your high, slowly thrusting into you as your pussy fluttered around his girth. You milked him for all his worth, creaming around him before Jungkook pulled out with a broken moan, his white hot seed painting your ass like he was laying his claim.

He collapsed on top of you, sweaty skin sticking to yours as his softening length rubbed against you. You lay together, breath mingling for a while before Jungkook got up and grabbed a hot cloth to clean you up. All the while you stayed silent, mind racing at the events that had just occurred.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just got their brains fucked out, could’ve sworn you were crying.” Jungkook teased with a bunny smile, arms coming up to wrap around your naked waist. You only hummed in response, allowing him to spoon you and it wasn’t long before you felt him frown against your skin. “W-was I too rough? You know you can always tell me when I am... I’ll stop-“

“You fucked me whilst on the phone to him, Kook.” You stated, blankly and unsure how to feel. You felt Jungkook freeze behind you, before he started to trace patterns on the exposed skin of your shoulder. He sighed.

“Well as far as I could tell, you were enjoying it and by the sounds of things, he was too.”

The smirk in his voice had you rolling over, eyes glistening with tears you hoped he couldn’t see. “I liked him Jungkook, I still do. And now he probably hates me, probably thinks that I was lying just to hurt his feelings. I won’t be able to look at him without feeling guilty...”

“Fuck, you really liked him, huh?” Jungkook frowned, looking away from you, an emotion that you couldn’t quite place swirling in his eyes. You nodded silently, suddenly regretting coming over tonight. Jungkook bit his lip, looking as if he wanted to say something, when his phone vibrated from somewhere within the sheets. He scrambled to find it, pulling the screen close to his face and grimacing at the brightness when he did. “It’s for you.”

With furrowed brows, you took the device from Jungkook, eyes flicking over the text that illuminated the screen.

JIMIN: Hey Jungkook, thanks for the heads up about Y/N but I think I’ve got it covered. Tell her I’ll pick her up tomorrow at eight, assuming she’s still with you.

You felt a warm flush spread across your cheeks as you re-read the text over and over again. Your heart fluttered with joy, because Jimin still wanted to see you and liked you too. Jungkook remained quiet as you squealed over the text, his eyes raging with disappointment, for Jimin wasn’t the only one to have feelings for you.

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andyetbyheavenithinkmyloveasrare · 4 years

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Julie Andrews and Carol Burnett: The CBS Television Specials

Medley of the 60’s

Julie. When Carol and I did you last show together, we had a chance to sing all of our favourite songs. Well, practically all, everything except from “Wait Till the Sun Shines, Nelly” and she wouldn’t let me do it either.

Carol. Now I told you, I would love to do that song, I really would, but remember what we promised. We said that this was supposed to be a classy show, And Nelly just isn’t right for a place like this.

Julie. Well you’re right Carol, classy it is. So ladies and gentlemen, ce soir, nous allons commencer où nous sommes finis. A Carnegie Hall, nous avons présenté un mélange de chansons de l’année 1900. Maintenant, nous aimerions continuer avec les dix ans passés.

Carol. For those of you who don’t understand Spanish, what she’s trying to say is that when we did Carnegie Hall, we did a whole bunch of songs from the years 1900 on. And now we want to catch up on the wonderful songs that were written in the last ten years, right Julie ?

Julie. Oui, peut-on commencer ?

Carol. Oui. Voulez-vous hit it Pete ?

Both. We're Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band We hope you will enjoy the show We’re Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Sit back and let the evening go [Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Beatles]

Carol. What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Julie. Probably. Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song

And I’ll try not to sing out of key [With a Little Help from my Friends, Joe Cocker]

Simultaneously

Carol. Sergeant Pepper's Lonely, Sergeant Pepper's Lonely, Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

Julie. No, I get by with a little help from my friends Mm, get high with a little help from my friends Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends [With a Little Help from my Friends, Beatles]

Both. Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts.

Simultaneously.

Carol. And the beat goes on

And the beat goes on

Julie. I dig rock and roll music

And I’d love to get a chance to play

I think I’s about the happiest sound goin’ down today

Both. The message may not move me

Or mean a great deal to me

But hey ! it fells so groovy to say [I dig rock and roll music, Peter, Paul and Mary]

Carol. Everybody is talking at me,

I don’t hear a word they’re saying

Only the echoes of my mind

People stop and stare at me

I can’t see their faces,

Only the shadows of their eyes [Everybody’s talking, Harry Nilsson]

Julie. It’s knowing that my door is always open

And my path is free to walk

That makes you tend to leave your sleeping bag

Rolled up and stashed behind my couch [Gentle on my mind, Glen Campbell]

Carol. And the Wichita lineman, He’s still on the line [Wichita Lineman, Glen Campbell]

Julie.. And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried up on some line

Carol. And he wakes up in the morning [ ? ] Julie. That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind. [Gentle on my mind, Glen Campbell]

Carol. And if that's not lovin' me Both. Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when my self is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind [Little Green Apples, OC Smith]

Carol. And honey, I love you and I'm bein' good [Honey, Dean Martin]

Julie. We’ve looked at love from both sides now [Both Sides Now, Joni Mitchell]

Carol. And I'd love to be with you if only I could. [Honey, Dean Martin]

Julie. If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die, I'd spend the end with you. Both. And when the world was through, Then one by one the stars would all go out, Then you and I would simply fly away [If, Bread]

Both. You and I, for we can fly,

Up, up and away,

My beautiful, my beautiful balloon [Up, up and away, The 5th dimension]

Carol. Do you know the way to San José ? [Do you know the way to San José ? Dionne Warwick]

Carol. I'm leavin' on a jet plane

Simultaneously.

Carol.

Don't know when I'll be back again [Don't know when I'll be back again, John Denver]

Julie. I’ve been away so long, and I can’t go wrong in my way [I’ve been away so long, George Baker]

Carol. By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be [By the time I get to Phoenix, Glen Campbell]

Julie. Downtown Both. Waiting for you tonight, Downtown

Simultaneously.

Carol. Waiting for you tonight

Julie. Where all the lights are bright,

Both. Downtown, Everything’s waiting for [Downtown, Petula Clark]

Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last

Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feeling […] [The 59th Street bridge, Simon and Garfunkel]

Both. Sunny,

Carol. Yesterday my life was filled with rain. [Sunny, Bobby Hebb]

Julie. Raindrops keep falling on my head

Simultaneously.

Carol. Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain. [Sunny, Bobby Hebb]

Julie. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red

Crying's not for me 'Cause [Raindrops falling on my head, B.J.Thomas]

Both. You made me so very happy,

I'm so glad you came into my life. [You made me so very happy, Alton Ellis]

Carol. Tall and tan and young and handsome The boy from Ipanema goes awalking And when he passes, each girl she passes Goes "a-a-a-h" [The girl from Ipanema, Antonio Carlos Jobim]

Julie. You see this girl, this girl’s in love you [This Girl’s In Love You, Dionne Warwick]

Carol. Hey there, Georgie girl [Georgie Girl, The Seekers]

Julie. Hello dolly, well hello Dolly ! [Hello Dolly, Barbara Streisand & Louis Armstrong]

Carol. Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame street ? [Sesame Street Theme Song]

Julie. Sesame Street.

Wherever you going I’m going your way

Both. Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end [Moon River, Audrey Hepburn]

Look at all the lonely people [Eleanor Rigby, Beatles]

Carol. People, People who need people [People, Barbara Streisand]

Both. Oh, Look at all the lonely people.

Where do they all belong? [Eleanor Rigby, Beatles]

What the world needs now is love, sweet love That’s the only thing that there's just too little of What the world needs now is love, sweet love, No not just for some but for everyone. Yes for everyone. [What the world needs now is love, Dionne Warwick]

Come together, right now [Come Together, Beatles]

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea Take a good look at yourself, and you can look at others diff'rently Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee [Put your hand in the hand, Donny Hathaway]

Julie. Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

Both. Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be. [Let it be, Beatles]

Simultaneously.

Carol. And when I’m gone. And when I’m gone. [And When I Die, Blood Sweat and Tears]

Julie. We shall overcome

We shall overcome We shall overcome, someday [We shall overcome, Pete Seeger]

Carol. There’s be sunshine and a world to carry on

Julie. To carry on. [And When I Die, Blood Sweat and Tears]

Carol. This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius Julie. Age of Aquarius Both. Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius [Aquarius, The 5th Dimension]

Carol. The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man Julie. The only one who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man [The Son A Preacher Man, Dusty Springfield]

Carol. Oh he was ?

Julie. He was ?

Carol. That rat !

Julie. Bastard !

Carol. What kind of fool am I

Who never fell in love [What kind of fool am I, Anthony Newley]

Julie. What do you get when you fall in love? A guy with a pin to burst your bubble [I’ll never fall in love again, Dionne Warwick]

Carol. What’s it all about Alfie [Alfie, Burt Bacharach]

Julie. What now my love

Now that you left me

How can I live through another day [What now, My Love, Shirley Bassey]

Carol. Well, I think I'm goin' out of my head

Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head

Over you, [Going out of my head, Little Anthony & the Imperials]

Julie. Born free, and life is worth living

But only worth living

When you're born free [Born free, Brian May]

Carol. Doobe doobe doo, bedoo bedoo be

Both. Doobedoo bedoo bedoo bedoo bedoo be doobedoo bedoo bedoo be.

Julie. How long does it last Can love be measured by the hours in a day I have no answers now but this much I can say I know I'll need him 'till the stars all burn away And he'll be there [Where do I begin, Andy Williams]

Carol. Let it please be him, oh God dear God but it's not him, And then I die [It must be him, Vikki Carr]

Julie. Keep it dear...

Carol. Again I die [cries]

Julie. Now now, Carol pull yourself together. It’s just a song. I mean remember :

Just a Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down The medicine go down, medicine go down Just a spoonful of sugar

Carol. Oh shut up !

Julie. Helps the medicine go down [Spoonful of Sugar, Julie Andrews]

Both. What goes up must come down Spinnin' wheel got to go 'round Talkin' 'bout your troubles it's a cryin' sin Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel spin

Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel turn

Catch a painted pony on the spinning wheel ride [Spinning wheel, Blood Sweat Tears]

Carol. Is that all there is, is that all there is Both. If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing

Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all. [Is that all there is, Peggy Lee]

We’re all sergeant pepper lonely hearts club band [Sergeant Pepper Lonely Hearts Club Band, Beatles]

#carol burnett #julie andrews #60's Medley #Julie Andrews and Carol Burnett: The CBS Television Specials #Medley of the 60’s #I'm new on the Andrews Fandom !#Hi !

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throwaway-sinfulwriter · 5 years

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The Same - Chapter 7 - 5/6

Malcolm's eyes drag from Elaine to JT behind her. "Jehovah? Jerome? What is it? You've got to tell me, man."

His smile doesn't fit his face. It feels like a crude, paper machè mask. Tearing at the edges.

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Returning to his loft incredibly late at night, Malcolm sets his keys down and re-fills Sunshine's water. He wasn't planning on changing the locks anytime soon.

Blood and thin shards of bone (Render's ribs had cracked at the impact of the bullet) splattered all over his clothes, he decides to take a shower.

Closing the bathroom door behind him, he looks into the mirror as he slowly strips his clothes.

A strange feeling had been following him that day. He couldn't quite put his finger to it, but if he had to put it in words.. he would say he feels like he's being watched.

He sighs, suit jacket and dress shirt on the floor. His paranoia was getting worse. Pants pooled around his ankles, Malcom steps out of them and leaves the bathroom for a moment.

His bare feet padding against the cold, wooden floor as he heads to the kitchen to get his medication.

Technically, Malcolm was supposed to take night time pills, to make him sleep and level his mood. He didn't take these, as he would be trapped in his nightmare, and he always felt groggy and unable to wake up the next morning.

He didn't like not being in control.

The profiler takes an anti-psychotic, hoping that he wouldn't have any more flashbacks while showering.

It's slightly freeing to walk around his apartment in just his briefs. He preferred the cut over boxers, though when he looked down, he flushed. His pubic hair stuck out the sides, a stark contrast the grey fabric and his pale skin.

Thinking of this, he stops when his body involuntarily tenses. His head snaps to the side, looking into the archway of his bedroom at the broken window. Cardboard and tape covered the hole in the glass, keeping the cold out. For now.

Running his fingers through his hair and pulling at the strands, he just needs to get in the shower and wash away today's filth.

Finally going back to the bathroom, he takes off his briefs and stares at himself. There had been a time, when he was having sex regularly, that he waxed all of his body hair.

It had been a long time since he was with someone, and so Malcolm had allowed it to grow. It made him feel.. protected, in a way. He still couldn't grow any chest hair, but at least he had a good amount underneath his arms and covering his groin.

Contrasting the lithe and smoothness of the rest of his body, Malcolm was quite proud of his.. bush. That term was usually reserved for women, but he prided himself in being fairly androgynous at times, his physique helped him in this aspect.

It was quite uneven, as it had been growing for two years without much thought. Malcolm opens the cupboard and grabs a pair of clippers, face bright red.

He always felt selfish when he took care of himself. Embarrassed.

Bright plugs it into the wall, the buzzing beginning. He takes a deep breath, wetting his groin with water and beginning.

Not having much experience, the shaping is quite crude, but he trims the length. Until all the hairs were the same length. Short, but just enough to give him dimension.

He looks up into the mirror, bringing the line down a bit. Just above his cock.

Turning the clippers off, he turns to the side. A puff of hair above and framing his penis. He found it quite attractive.

The color and shape reminded him of his father's beard.

Eyes squeezing shut in denial of the thought, he leaves the clippers on the counter as he enters the shower. He needed to be clean.

The spray is freezing cold when he first turns it on. He gasps at the temperature, everything in him screaming at him to get away from the water.

Malcolm stands his ground, turning the knob to hot and sighing as it progressively warmed.

Turning and wetting his hair, his eyes shut and he lets the warm water trail over his body.

He thinks back to the first (and only) time he had seen his father naked.

As a child, he had followed his father everywhere. To the store, to fundraisers, to work if he could convince the man.. Until he was 6 year old he had even followed him to the bathroom.

Malcolm was always told to turn his back at this time, and he did. Always chatting with Martin about anything under the son, school, space, what it was like being a surgeon..

This had to stop once he got older, and Malcolm did it without his father having to ask him. He wonders if Martin would have let him, if he had kept following him to the bathroom.

When he was 9 years old, roughly a year before his father's arrest, Malcolm won his class science fair. The boy had been so proud. His father had helped him research for the project, but Malcolm did all of the writing and decorating himself.

Coming home from school that day, he couldn't find his father anywhere. He wasn't in the living room, his parents room, or his office. However, upstairs, the sound of a shower cut off and the familiar creaking of a glass door opening caused him to head to the bathroom.

Opening the door, the room was humid and damp from the steam. The boy opened his mouth to tell his father of his 1st place ribbon, and was at a loss for words.

His father, freshly out of the shower, naked. A towel grasped in his right hand, but covering nothing. Martin gasps. "Malcolm!"

His eyes land on Doctor Whitly's chest, and travel down his parents body. Following the thick trail of hair down his stomach. Malcolm's mouth opens in shock at the sight.

Before his father can scold him, the small boy turns and runs out of the bathroom.

Later on, after his father had explained boundaries and what was appropriate, Malcolm had given him a big hug. Nuzzling his face into Martin's neck, the boy felt his warmth and smiled. Thinking of he looked like underneath his clothes.

When his mother had returned home, Malcolm had urgently tapped on her waist until she paid attention to him. She bent down, long hair tucked behind her ear. Cupping his hands over her ear, the boy had whispered to her, "Daddy has a tail!" He told her.

His mother looked surpised, and then burst into laughter. It was one of the only times he had seen her geninunely happy.

After that day, he and his father had shared special glances, ones that made Malcolm squirm and his heart feel fluttery.

In the present, Malcolm looks down at himself. His previously flaccid cock was now half hard, water running over the length. He sighs, grabbing his shampoo and beginning to wash his hair.

The rest of the shower is fairly uneventful, and Bright steps out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam and frustration. A small towel around his waist, he goes to his bedroom and sits on the edge of his bed.

Taking a deep breath and touching himself through the thin fabric. Whimpering and leaning back on his bed, back arching towards his hand.

His chest rises and falls steadily, towel slowly being pulling away by his nimble fingers. Malcolm spreads out, closing his eyes and running his fingertips over his thighs.

Slowly teasing himself as his mind wandered. His mental catalog of fantasies playing behind his eyelids. Holding onto the base of his cock, his other fingers trailing up to tease at his nipples. Keening, the man calms himself as thinks of Martin's lips wrapped around the sensitive nubs on his chest.

"Oh.. yes.. please, please touch.." A needy noise leaves his lips. Malcolm is so worked up from the day, he knows he won't last for very long.

"Fuck!" He groans as his hand twists around the wet tip of his erection. "Oh, yes, dad. O-oh my God." Bright doesn't even have any lube in his hand, he's so hard his pre-cum is beyond enough for friction.

Malcolm's fingertips run over the sensitive head, pulling back and staring at them. His skin shiny with moisture. Pressing his fingers into his cleft, he rubs his taint in small circles, wailing in pleasure at the outside stimulation of his prostate.

He can't even come up with a proper fantasy, just needing to get the knot of frustration in his gut released. It had tightened significantly after the throw pillow incident, and Malcolm knew he would wake up releasing if he didn't do it beforehand.

Tonight, his skin is on fire. His naked body writhes on his bed, toes curling and cock twitching rapidly in his hand. Malcolm's jaw is loose, filthy words echoing in his apartment.

"Fuck me, please fuck me.." Pressing at the furl of his anus, his voice rises in volume as his muscles squeeze around his finger. His other hand gripping at his balls, whining like a wounded animal at the stimulation.

He knew just the smallest amount of friction could send him over the edge. The rise and fall of his chest already indicated how close he was to climaxing.

His finger crooks just a bit, an electric shock of pleasure shooting up his spine. His mouth opens, and he begins ejaculating.

"Yess! Yes! Daddy! Fuck me.. yes, ughnnn, fuck! Please! I need it!" His hips buck and his voice begins to grow hoarse as he rides the nearly painful waves of orgasm.

It begins to die down, and Malcolm's raised legs drops to be flushed to the bed. The ribbons of semen shooting from his cock slowed down to a steady dribble, a torturous stream of fire and pleasure as his fingertips stroked his prostate.

He stretches like a cat bathing in warm sun, neck arched up to the ceiling. "Oh, father. Mm." Malcolm pulls his finger out, sighing in pleasure as the aftershocks rolled through him.

Shame sets in very quickly, and his hands come up to cover his face. Eyes squeezed shut. If he kept his eyes shut, he couldn't see the evidence of his sin.

One hand comes off of his face to grasp the towel, wiping his stomach and groin clean of any evidence. Sitting up, his head throbs in an oncoming headache as he forces himself not to cry.

Dressing in a big pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt, Malcom reaches underneath his bed until his fingers meet smooth glass. The pressure behind his eyes increases as he stares at the bottle of chloroform, standing and leaving a trail of droplets over his pillow.

Screwing the dropper back on, the bottle goes back underneath his bed. Bright climbs into bed, on top of the covers. Buckling himself into his new restraints and getting comfortable.

His head turns into the pillow, and he inhales. Burning chemicals and sickly sweet flowers. He feels dizzy. Groaning, he swears that he can smell his father's crisp cologne somewhere in the chloroform.

His eyes close, though he doesn't fall asleep. Malcolm floats in the abyss for a moment, steadily breathing in and out. Tendrils of unconsciousness wrap around his body and pull him into the mattress.

The last thing he sees before succumbing is Nico Starvro's terrified expression as he gleefully brought down the axe, and Littman's eyes full of defeated horror as Malcolm stabbed the needle of atropine into his leg.

#my fic #my writing #the same #prxdigal sxn #i apologize to this fandom #dead dove do not eat #unhealthy relationships #unhealthy coping #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #martin whitly #(mentioned)#jessica whilton #jessica whitly #things get really intense #don't read this

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ohmyuqi · 5 years

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ＷｈｅｎＩｗａｓｙｏｕｒｍａｎ

When I was you man (Lucas x Reader)

genre: Angst, sad fluff

summary: “I was fool with the delusion of deserving a love like yours.”

an: im so sorry.

playlist: “when I was your man” - bruno mars

“y si fuera ella?” - alejandro sanz

“it will rain” - bruno mars

“talking to the moon” - bruno mars

“photograph” - ed sheeran

“chasing cars” - snow patrol

“cuando me enamoro” - enrique iglesias y juan luis guerra

“just give me a reason” - pink

(order doesn’t matter)

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While lucas is moving out your shared apartment he finds a polaroid of you two and decides to write you a letter.

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Empty, desolate, different.

Lucas couldn’t believe his eyes, once an apartment full of life, love and a promising future turned into well, this.

He started wistfully at the leather couch he would have to call Mark to help him move. The same couch where you guys had you first kiss.

The same couch you guys would spend hours cuddling and watching tv together, enjoying life for what it was. What you made it to be.

The same couch where you would discuss how you guys would spend the rest of your lives together. Where you lay when your future kids frolicked in your future house.

What you and Lucas had was ethereal, special. Unlike anything either of you had felt before.

His love felt new and exciting but comforting and familiar.

He felt different and new, albeit it also felt you knew him all your life.

You both used to spend every living moment with each other. You could never get tired of him just like he could never get tired of you. At least that’s what you thought up until a couple months ago.

When you realized that his smile didn’t light up when he saw you like it used to. He didn’t hold you like he used to, things were shifting.

The dawn would flow into your room through your windows and he wasn’t there.

When you talked you didn’t talk, just reassurances of love.

Friday nights you would end up all alone, talking to the moon and your bedroom walls. The ones where you hung pictures of both of you actually in love.

Friday nights where Lucas was hanging out with his “friends”, then later coming home smelling like a French Whore.

You felt like were going mad without him, life felt so dull and different. You were alone. At times it felt like Lucas was all you had, now even he was slipping through your frail hands.

You would spend nights on end wondering what you were doing wrong.

You tried so hard to satisfy him. You loved him unconditionally, you tried to make him feel better on the days when life would beat him up. You supported him through all his decisions, whether you agreed or not. You even dressed yourself up to try to impress him.

After a while you knew it was useless, in the beginning you could be in a stained hoodie with your hair a mess and he wouldn’t care. All he could see was that blinding smile and those charming eyes.

One day you decided to let all trust out the window and test him, to this day a little part of you wishes you hadn’t.

You shoved your keys in your purse making sure everything you needed was there. Your eyes trailed to Lucas, standing at the door. A juicebox and a pb and j sandwich in a paper bag securely held by his sure hands.

You walked over to him and gave him a big great hug. It was painful, you knew this would be the last one. You stayed in his comforting arms for longer than usual, relishing its bitter sweetness.

He handed you the small bag and took your crumbling face in his hands. “Don’t cry, princess. Your interview will be fine. If they reject you they don’t deserve the little jem they let slip through their hands.” He placed a light kiss on your head.

How hypocritical of you, Lucas.

You told him the interview would be very tedious process and you would probably be home very late. Late enough for him to speak his truths.

You waited a couple hours, oh how long those hours. Waited ‘till it felt right.

You left your car as quietly as possible, opening the door knob, fingers trembling.

All you could hear were your painful heart beats and lingering doubts troubling your heart.

You looked around in the messy apartment, its appearance reflecting your peace of mind.

You kept looking, nothing seemed out of place. Not a sound was heard either.

A little bud of hope flourished in your tearing heart, just waiting to put you back together.

You walked to the room that you and Lucas shared, once a place of love corrupted by ignorance.

You stopped, fingers inches away at the knob. You were itching to know the truth, but at the same time you knew your ignorance was bliss.

But you couldn’t live on like this, your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

You pulled open the door and their it was, the truth was staring blankly back at you. Yet, for some reason, you couldn’t believe it. You didn’t want to.

In that second in time, Lucas didn’t break your heart. He took it, crushed it, stepped on it and spit on it.

Dark oceans of regret stared back you, not a word.

The silence was deafening, you wished he said something. Anything, any excuse to keep you.

The part that truly broke you was the fact that he didn’t even try. He didn’t try to keep you, he didn’t do anything.

Your eyes brimming with tears, you yelled at the top of your lungs.

“SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING.” You grabbed him by his broad shoulders, waking up the woman laying soundly next to him.

You yelled at him until your voice broke and your throat burned with all the truths you wished you spoken earlier. You pushed and slapped him weakly.

You went crazy, you quite literally snapped.

You stared at the woman next to him, she watched you both with guilty eyes. You didn’t know who she was and you didn’t care.

“Get out of my house.”

She stared at you for a second, clearing her throat and her eyes trailing to her bare body covered by sin and a thin, white sheet.

“I said get out of my house.” This time you made sure you put all the pain and hatred in your command. Poison seething through your trembling lips.

She took the sheet and made sure she was covered. Taking her purse and her last sliver of dignity out the door.

You picked a red thong from the floor. Making sure you didn’t actually touch the filthy garment.

“Is this some kind of cruel joke?” Unlike the unknown mistress, he had no dignity to spare. There was quite literally nothing he could say to fix this.

He couldn’t lie his way out of this one, he couldn’t kiss it and make it better.

You threw the dirty thing at him. “You’re a piece of literal dog shit, rot in hell.”

That’s when he burst at the seams, all this wrongdoing and guilt getting to his decrepit mind.

He watched as you rushed out the door, hair trailing like the fiery burning in your heart.

He knew in him what he did was wrong, but he was blinded by lust and lies.

How utterly cruel of you to blame him for his big heart. How absolutely wicked of you to hate him for blaming him for something he can’t control. How terrible of you for leaving him and not accepting that he is human and makes mistakes.

Anything, he clawed for reasons to hate you. He had all these ‘reasons’, yet he couldn’t find it in him to hate you.

Walking into the room everything came back to him. It wreaked of alcohol and regret.

The bed was bare and the old bed sheets were ashes in a near by forest.

He looked around in the vacant shell of a home. He looked to his left and there it was, just like he remembered. It was a Polaroid of your first date at the amusement park. Even if it was your first date both of you knew it was love. But just like anything, love dies in negligence.

He had a big cheesy smile, oozing with love. While you were lightly pecking his sun kissed cheek. A small droplet landed on the picture, rubbing salt in the wound.

He picked a pen of your coffee table and took out a sheet of paper.

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now.

When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made. And it haunts me every time I close my eyes. Although it hurts

I'll be the first to say that I was wrong.

I know I'm probably much too late

To try and apologize for my mistakes But I just want you to know,

hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all his hours When he has the chance Take you to every party 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance Do all the things I should have done When I was your man Do all the things I should have done When I was your man.

Ps. I don’t deserve you, don’t come back to me.

Attaching the picture to the letter after snapping a picture of it on his phone, signing off the past to you. Letting go and accepting his mistakes.

“I was fool with the delusion of deserving a love like yours.”

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kmomof4 · 5 years

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Today for CS fic rec Monday...

I’d like to highlight one of my very favorite authors in the fandom today for @csficrecmonday!!!

@seriouslyhooked

I remember telling her years ago that I was seriously hooked on her fics. Her tumblr handle made it very easy to remember her! She is my go to when I want CS falling hard and fast, over the top fluff, no angst, hot smut, and the best of happily ever afters!!! I have read all her CS work and they are all absolutely FANTASTIC!!! Most of it is on fanfiction, but some has made its way over to ao3. My absolute favorites, in no particular order are:

The Lady In Red

Originally part of her Mixtape, that I also heartily recommend, this one is mine. As in I asked for it, and boy did she deliver!!! I’m so glad Emily moved just it to ao3, because I have no idea what chapter it is on the mixtape. Prompted from the song by Chris De Burgh.

Hope Springs

Emma Swan never expected life to be this good: her kid is happy, she has the best friends anyone could ask for, and she's living her dream working with horses on a ranch. But all of that changes when her best friend Ruby comes home married to Liam Jones, because Liam's brother Killian is the kind of man that makes a good life an amazing one. All Emma has to do is give him a chance.

Souvenirs

Modern AU where Emma has grown up in Maine her whole life and runs a store with Ruby and MM called Three Fates Treasures. Killian Jones is the new guy in town, who moved here to buy the local bar. Only Emma and Killian have met before, and now she can't help but wonder if their past has influenced his plans for the future. Includes tons of fluff and a happily ever after.

Scoring Your Love

Modern AU where Killian is a world famous soccer star who has hit rock bottom and been sentenced to the place where ‘football’ legends go to die – America. While here he crosses paths with Emma, an up and coming musician and film scorer who challenges everything he thought he knew and makes him want more than the game he’s always loved.

Wedded Bliss and Asterisks

Emma Swan is a self-proclaimed enemy of love who just so happens to be an up and coming wedding dress designer. She's convinced that true love is nowhere in her future but then she meets Killian Jones, a handsome and charming man whose magazine is covering the opening of her new boutique. Suddenly Emma finds herself drawing up new plans for her life, ones that seem to all be leading towards her own form of wedded bliss. Includes falling in love on trains, lots of friend fun, and all the CS cuteness your heart could ever want.

Within Your Ocean Eyes

AU period piece set in our world where Killian is a pirate in the early 1800s and Emma is a local girl, who though an orphan is beloved by the people of her small town of Storybrooke Maine. Emma is a school teacher and Killian is the Captain of his ship. They fall madly in love despite staggeringly different ways of life, and become the stuff of legend.

Accidentally on Purpose

Emma Swan is a small-town schoolteacher who thanks to a friend's bachelorette party has been dragged to Vegas. The city of sin isn't exactly Emma's speed, until she meets Killian Jones. They agree to one night but sort of get married accidentally (on purpose). Now Killian must convince Emma this thing between them is real despite how it began. Includes smuff and a CS happily ever after.

Lifted by Love

I believe this was the first of Emily’s works that I ever read. And it still holds a very special place in my heart!

An 8 part series that follows Emma, Mary Margaret, Ruby and Belle on a girls' vacation in the white mountains. Killian, David, Graham and Will also happen to be in the same complex. Thanks to some typical male stupidity, the groups cross paths and sparks fly as a result. One part per day of the trip and eventual epilogue.

And finally,

Lost Souls and Reveries, her CSSNS fic for last year.

Killian Jones is a wolf shifter without roots, without plans, and without a pack. He’s a rogue, someone humans should avoid and shifters should be wary of given his lineage. But one night years back set him on a path he didn’t realize he was taking, a path leading to the future he was destined for. That future is tied up in one woman – a human named Emma Nolan. Together Emma and Killian will find not only answers but a love that’s truly fated. But will love be enough to set both of them free, or will past demons win out in the end? (Answer: love always wins – I am writing this so despite some tiny pockets of angst it’s basically a fluff-filled insta-love fest).

All of her fics are so sooooo good!!! I hope you enjoy all these as much as I have!

#csficrecmonday #csfrm #week 6 #seriouslyhooked #lost souls and reveries #lifted by love #souvenirs #hope springs #lady in red #accidentally on purpose #within your ocean eyes #wedded bliss and asterisks #scoring your love

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emeraldtawny · 5 years

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Siren/Pirate!AU MC, Oliver & Loki - Secrets In The Fog

Guys....before you continue down this rabbit-hole, the original AU is by the absolutely amazing @chiefofpigs so you should definitely read her relationship chart and how this story begins !

SO! Once again, I am incapable of keeping a story brief but this AU literally breathes life into my veins and as soon as I saw Loki’s inclusion into this AU, I knew I had to include him so here we are I seem to love including Oliver as minor roles in my stories recently....huh ANYWHO! Here is my first fic of 2019, and it’s using an amazing writer’s AU so all the better~! ;3

Another quiet night.

The thought passes through her head as the young woman moves through the tavern she works at with ease, her presence both soothing and uplifting to the patrons around her. The regulars know very well of the bubbly yet soft-spoken tavern waitress; how the curl of her lips as she offers you a drink is truly genuine, or how she will always ask you about your day, not from obligation but from interest. Newcomers or travellers passing by for a quick drink enjoy the change of pace, appreciating the somewhat rare expression of such sincerity in these trying times.

She hums to herself as she works, the loose waves of hair framing her face that are too stubborn to be tied back flowing freely with her seemingly effortless movements. The song she hums is a familiar one to her, one that holds a place deep within her heart and always reminds her of the beautiful, dulcet tones of the voice who she first heard the captivating song from.

“Excuse us, miss. Another round of beer for the table, if you would.”

“Coming right up, sir!”

She never notices the spring in her step whenever she thinks of him, her mind too enraptured to fully grasp how much he has a hold on her - a hold that she would gladly stay in, whether circumstantially forced to or not.

She glides to the bar over to where her boss is idly cleaning the glassware. The man, Oliver, hardly spares a glance at her, but this is in no way cold or dismissive. He grabs a few glasses and tops them with tapped beer, the foam falling smoothly over the precipice of each of the glass’ rims. He places them on a tray and slides it to her, the exchange between boss and employee complete. She simply smiles and nods, taking the tray in one hand before turning around to head towards the required table. She sets the tray of golden beer down on the table.

“Here you are. I hope you enjoy your drinks.”

“Thanks, dear.”

With a smile, she grabs the now unoccupied tray and moves to head back to the bar - she doesn’t make it very far.

“Oi, sweetheart. Come back here for a sec. I’ve got a question for ya.”

Despite the man’s gruff authoritative voice, she remains smiling as she turns back to face the man calling upon her, “Can I help you, sir?”

The man grunts, his expression as he assesses her the epitome of untrusting. “I’ve heard rumours ‘bout you ‘round here, love. People say you’re a nice young lass, always kind and helpful regardless of the folk passin’ through.”

Feeling slightly embarrassed by his remarks, she politely bows, “Thank you, sir. It’s very nice to know that-”

“Hold up, I ain’t finished yet.”

She uprights herself, meeting the man’s gaze swirling with seething contempt. “People say that, but that’s just because they don’t know what you really are.”

The calm merriment in the tavern is as good as dead, everyone’s attention focused on the conversation unfolding. Oliver keeps a steely eye on everyone, his movements tense as if ready to act if necessary.

The young woman’s gaze shifts to confusion. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“I’ve seen you hangin’ round the ports at night, thinkin’ you’re all alone so no one can see you emerge into yer true form, you sea witch.”

Her delicate eyebrows furrow at his words, “Sea witch? You compare me to something of myth?”

“It ain’t myth, sweetheart, so stop playing dumb! No sane girl would hang around the sea at night unless they wanted pirates to abduct them, sirens to suck the life outta them or….you were wantin’ to go home to the ocean you belong in.”

His voice grows colder as realisation dawns on him, the scraping of his wooden chair against the floorboards grating patrons’ ears as he stands, looming over her significantly smaller stature. He laughs mirthlessly, “That’s it, ain’t it? You’re just a fish outta water tryna go back. So why don’t you?! Go back home to the cold depths where you belong, you wretched sea hag!”

A lifeless metallic clink echoes in the still air. The man turns, any expression of anger he was ready to let out forced back by the sight of a barrel of a gun pointed directly at him.

“I think you’ve made your point. Now it’s time for me to make mine-” Oliver’s hand on the pistol is steady, his finger resting on the trigger, “-Get the hell out of my tavern. One more targeted remark from you at my staff and I’ll make sure you never speak again.”

The man’s hulking frame shakes in fear. He grabs a bag of coins from his pocket, carelessly tossing on the table before dashing out of the tavern. Everyone seems to breathe a collective sigh of relief, the atmosphere calming once again.

Oliver returns his pistol to its place under the counter and motions to his waitress to come to him. She swallows and walks slowly to the bar, the nerves built up in her throat from the tense accusations still yet to have dissipated. She meets Oliver’s eyes, their colour similar to the pistol he was just wielding, an involuntary shiver running through her.

“You alright?”

What is meant to be a “Yes” instead emerges from her lips as a strangled “Mm” noise, her throat still constricted. She nods to affirm her point and Oliver sighs.

“Is what he was saying true? Have you been going out to the harbour at night again?”

Her eyes break away from his own to stare at the freshly polished counter, her hands tightening in the fabric of her dress. Oliver keeps his gaze steady on her face, looking for the telling flicker in her eyes of her easily readable honesty. He says nothing, waiting uncharacteristically patiently for her to respond. After a minute, he turns back to polishing the glassware, his deep voice cutting through her thoughts.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. I’m your boss, not your guardian. But just be careful, okay?” She nods with an affirmative sound and Oliver sighs again, more from relief than exasperation, “Take the rest of the night off, go clear your head. Be back before the fog sets in. I’ll be waiting.”

She blinks, unsure if what she just heard were her boss’ words. A smile breaks across her face, the thought that she has someone who cares for her putting her mind at ease. She dashes back to her room on the second floor, undoing her apron all the while. Removing the ribbon from her hair with a simple tug, her natural waves succumb to gravity and flow down her back. After a quick check in the mirror, she’s dashing down the stairs and outside, her hair tickling her exposed shoulders.

The lanterns light the linear path to the harbour, her light steps still causing the aged floorboards to creak underneath her as she walks. She breathes in the cool, salty breeze that she adores, her chaotic thoughts like the crashing waves instantly soothed to nothing more than a gentle ripple. She reaches the end of the dock, admiring the few ships anchored down as she walks without a destination. Reaching the edge of the wooden walkway, she closes her eyes and begins to sing, her voice resonating out to the vast nothingness of the ocean. She smiles as she sings, feeling accomplished at how much she has improved since when she first learned the foreign lyrics. She knows that she shouldn’t be doing this, that she should be inside in her room, but she feels beckoned to the harbour, to the deep ocean before her so close yet still so far away.

(I want to see you.)

Through her closed eyelids, she doesn’t notice the fog slowly creeping in and swirling ominously around her legs, nor does she notice the almost silent footsteps over her singing. She lets out a breath of satisfaction and solace, reopening her eyes to those of ruby and amber, seeming to shine without light. She stiffens and jumps back, her foot slipping on the edge of the walkway.

“Ah-!”

She squeezes her eyes shut, yet she feels no chill from the seawater running through her spine, nor the wetness on her skin. She opens her eyes again to mismatched hues, the man’s arms around her waist and a few feet from where she almost fell.

“My, that was awfully close. Do be careful out at night. Who knows what would have happened if you fell into the ocean.”

“U-um, yes. Thank you.”

His arms release her and she takes a precautionary step backwards. He smiles, an odd combination of innocence and mystery that has her curious. Before she can even ask, he speaks.

“You should head back home before the fog sets in. Wouldn’t want Oliver to condemn your actions, now would we?”

“Wait...how do you--?”

He chuckles, thoroughly amused by her shock, “You need not know anything about me, except that I am better than most at knowing what goes on around here. I have nothing better to do, you see,” His grin somehow widens, taking on a more knowing, fiercer edge, “For example, I know you come out here most nights to sing to the sea. And that you’re not always alone.”

She stiffens, opening her mouth to retort but is quickly silenced by his hand, the force applied enough to keep her quiet but nothing to cause harm. “Don’t try to lie to me, my dear. I’ve seen him. Or, I guess it’s more accurate to say that I’ve seen them both.”

She gasps, his hand stifling the sound. He continues, “Seems that man calling you a sea witch wasn’t too outlandish. If you’re conversing with the creatures meant to suck the souls from humans and are still living, then maybe you have something special about you,” He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he watches the quickly growing distress in her eyes, “You can even sing the siren’s song and feel no bewitchment...although, I guess your pirate friend can’t say the same.”

(What? What is he saying? What does he mean? How does he know all of this?!)

Her thoughts spiral, no answers and only questions. She breaks free of his grasp, ready to run until-

“A shame you haven’t seen your pirate friend in a few weeks. And I was going to tell you when he was next coming back to town.”

She freezes almost subconsciously, her feet still while her brain screams at her to run. She should know better, she should be back at the tavern by now, unconcerned with the man before her. So why isn’t she moving?

The fog settles deeper around the docks, creeping slowly around them, its presence near suffocating and threatening to leave the lantern lights redundant. She looks over her shoulder, meeting the man’s gleaming gaze.

(I...want to see him too.)

“What do you know?”

The man grins wide, his trap in place. “He’s a pirate on a ship called The Heart Breaker. New recruit, yet he has his sea legs. They like this town for its neutrality and good trading posts. I happen to have intel that The Heart Breaker will be back in port on the next full moon.”

Eyes wide, she racks her brain for the next time that will be. “That’s in….four days.”

“It is indeed. Is that all you wanted to know?”

She nods, “Yes, thank you. I won’t ask how you know this, but you have my gratitude.”

He chuckles, herself unsure if it’s the presence of the fog making him appear more sinister. “ You didn’t actually think I would just tell you what you wanted without an exchange, did you?”

She swallows hard, chills running through her spine. “I--I have nothing of value. I swear, please.”

He steps towards her, the fog seemingly parting for him. Her feet feel as heavy as lead, unable to run as he drifts within arm’s reach of her.

“I’m not asking for much. And what I want is something only you can get me,” He leans in, whispering into her ear, “I need you to get me one of your siren friend’s scales.”

“What?”

She baulks, in disbelief of his request.

“I want a siren scale,” He reiterates, “The rumours of their opalescent scales holding a myriad of colours intrigues me. Get me one of your friend’s scales and I’ll consider your debt paid.”

“But, I--”

“Haven’t seen him? Maybe not, but I know he’s emerged from the surface for you and that he’s been close enough to you to touch.”

She falls silent, her eyes transfixed on his own. He grins, stepping back from her but never once letting his gaze waver.

“You’re a pretty girl, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Maybe you can beguile the beguiler.”

The last thing she sees are his eyes, blood and gold, staring at her until the fog inhibits her vision. She rushes forward hoping to catch him, but as she emerges from the fog, he’s nowhere to be seen. She frowns, looking around near frantically for him. She sighs silently, resigning herself to simply walk back to the tavern, ready for Oliver to rip into her.

As she walks back with the last of the sun setting behind her, the man who she was searching for emerges from the fog, watching her return to town with a wry smile gracing his lips.

“With her voice, she enchants; with her beauty, she deprives of reason - voice and sight alike deal destruction and death.” He chuckles under his breath as the fog engulfs him, his eyes glinting with the small shred of lantern light penetrating the deep fog, “A siren uses its voice and a pirate uses its sword, but all bring destruction and death regardless.”

#ikerev #ikerev siren/pirate au #loki genetta #oliver knight #I love chief and her AUs so much!#pls read the originals #props to chief herself for giving me info on the pirates to help me write this

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devilsknotrp · 5 years

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Congratulations, Marie! You have been accepted for the role of Julie West (FC: Elle Fanning). This was such an unbelievably hard decision. Both applications for Julie were amazing, and each one touched on different aspects of her as a character. Unfortunately we could only choose one. Marie, I absolutely adore how you’ve portrayed our sweet little sociopath, from her religious near-masochism to her penchant for fragile and meek things. She will be a joy to have on the dash. Please have a look at this page prior to sending in your account.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name: Marie Age: 22 Pronouns: She/her/hers Timezone: GMT+1 (summertime) Activity estimation: Fairly active. I can be online most of the day even if I’m not always writing. My roleplaying is usually really writing heavy so it’s obviously impossible for me to churn out 3+ replies every day but it’s not impossible, depending on my muse + real life commitments, which I have a few, but I believe communication is key so I’ll always let the admins and the group know. Your current activity requirements is perfect to me. Triggers: REDACTED

IN CHARACTER

Full name: Julie Middle West Age (DD/MM/YYY): Eighteen (b. 07/09/1978) Gender: Cisgender female Pronouns: She/her/hers Sexuality: Undefined. It’s not something Julie has quite explored and labels aren’t something she’s familiar with. Her family was never one to discuss sexuality any more than they had to (like the very awkward ‘sex’ talk they had on Julie’s sixteenth birthday) so her knowledge is fairly limited. I feel like it’s very likely she’s aromantic: whatever she feels isn’t love, even if she doesn’t know it. The same could apply to sexuality but she does find both boys and girls attractive… or, as attractive as someone can be. Occupation: High school student, babysitter & active member of the community. Connection to Victim: Julie likes to be friendly and when the Goode family moved to town, she was one of the first people to bake some cookies (slightly undercooked, with too much sugar and a taste no one is quite sure what it was) and welcome them to Devil’s Knot. Brian was the one to open the door, all polite smiles and thank yous. She wanted to pinch his little cheeks. She has a special fondness for meek, fragile little things. Brian was exactly that. She also volunteered to babysit. Alibi: “I was at church.” Julie had the capacity to mold herself into whatever anyone wanted her to be. Devil’s Knot is a small town and everyone knows each other, she knows the officer asking this question is doing it merely because he needs to. Surely he doesn’t think Julie West had anything to do with it. Her voice is sickening sweet and she wets her lips a bit more, hiding the chapness that constantly plagues her, before continuing. “I was helping my uncle setting things up for the gathering that was supposed to take place before. well…” she lowered her voice in a conspiratorial tone, as if what she was about to say was a secret “...the tragedy.” She shook her head as if to say “terrible thing” “poor child”. Then, she turned her eyes to the officer and while her lips didn’t move, there was something about her demeanour that felt like a smile, peaceful and concrete. I’m sure they believed her. Faceclaim: Elle Fanning

WRITING SAMPLE

Interlude: one day after Brian Goode’s disappearance.

This has become a ritual: clothes splayed on her bed, Julie is not one to lose too much time figuring out what to wear; it’s a no-brainer, the same variations of the same clothes always on hand but if there’s one thing her mother cherishes is her daughter and how thoroughly wrong she is about her: ‘my little doll’, ‘peach’, ‘darling’, ‘dearest’, all words so sweet with affection they almost make Julie cringe but that alone proves too much for her complexion.

It is Summer and outside the sun shines hot, an unrelenting heat shuning away any possible breeze. It is at such moments the name of the town makes more sense: this is Hell, this is Devil’s Knot. Julie giggles to herself without making a sound, congratulating herself on her good humour. Her mother stands behind her, unknotting her hair from the turbulence of her afternoon, twisting and pulling away any imperfections from her daughter’s mane. “You should wear the white one.” Of course, it’s always the white one, pointless to ever bring out any of the other possibilities out of the closet, but Julie likes to give her the illusion of choice. She knows what’s coming next, too: one of her mother’s tear-eyed monologue, the one time of the week she allows herself to wallow, the one time she contemplates the possibility that maybe her daughter isn’t as darling as she likes to think she is. “Your father and I often found you in the most inconspicuous places, you were always scaring us.” There it is, Julie thinks, her demeanour unchanged. “We never knew where you were, outside in the garden or roaming around the house, alone, always alone, the other kids begging you to play with them but you weren’t interested,” she continues to comb her hair, relinquishing the comb for her fingers, hacking at the knots as if they were patches of wilderness. “One day, we couldn’t find you for hours. We called you and you just wouldn’t answer, wouldn’t appear out of whatever spot you were hiding. We were so worried.” Mother’s voice starts to crack a bit, a pause to clear her throat and hold back the tears. “When you finally appeared, out of the woods, I didn’t recognize you at first. You looked so…” she didn’t finish, unable to find the proper words, perhaps too scared to say them aloud. “In your hands, there was a little bird and you smiled so wide when you saw us, despite the frown in our faces and your father’s quick-temper, already yelling at you. The bird was cupped in your hand, like a cage around it, so protective you were. Such a good girl,” she cut off mid sentence to add that last bit, the fingers that were until then combing the hair slowly stopping midway through, blonde locks tangled around them. “And then the bird started to beat its wings and the chirping, it was so loud, but still you wouldn’t let go. We tried to take it away from you but you held your ground, and the bird wouldn’t stop… until it did.” Mother wouldn’t utter the obvious, didn’t dare ask Do you remember? “Then you said, with a seriously injured voice, as if the bird had hurt you. The bird. I loved it. You always had a way about it, with love. It is suffocating.”

She stayed in silence, still not facing her daughter, letting the story soak into the walls. Her bony hands finally let go of the hair and she took a step back, face twisting into her normal self. “Yes, the white… wear the white one.”

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There was something in the hair, besides the excruciating heat. It was the weight of possible loss, the murmurs that became louder and louder and the gossip that started to gather around the church, little groups of people whispering in a false modesty, their practioned mournful looks of pity in their faces. Secretly, they were enjoying it. You could hear it in their voices, how despite the awful things they were saying, there was a kind of joy, electric and pulsing, to their voices. ‘What a tragedy, poor mother.’ ‘Poor boy, all alone out there, god knows where.’ ‘Who would want to do this to a child?’ ‘It’s just like twelve years ago…’ Of course, the story was still about a missing boy but already everyone was predicting the worse, the image of Phillip’s Silverman’s body hanging from a tree conjuring in their mind’s eye. Already, only a day after the boy’s disappearance, less pleasant voices started to rise. ‘If you ask me, how come she didn’t notice her son being taken? She was right there’ ‘A single mother, with all these kids, what was she thinking?’ ‘That’s what you get for not having a man in the house’. Nevermind that twelve years ago it was the man of the house that went missing, and killed.

As Julie approaches the church, her beautiful white hair matching the prestiness of her dress, a tray of wrapped up heart-shaped cookies in her hand, the murmurs suddenly subside, everyone becoming silent for a moment before they see it is her arriving, and not the mother of the boy. “Good afternoon,” she says in the voice she has reserved especially for the church people, for the grown ups. They all smile wide, a little less fake than before and answer her in a chorus, like they’re one entity. Hello, Julie.

She goes inside. The church is mostly empty save for the widows dressed in black that practically live there. She walks to the altar, facing the sign of the cross with a defiant look, her heart beating slightly faster. She’s a holy thing, all white purity and her hands are clean, veins see-through and clear, but behind her eyes there’s something that makes everyone else avert their gaze. While the men are out in the woods looking for Brian, the woman gather in here, asking for help from above. Julie places the tray down on the table, set with a few other plates already.

She’s been coming to this church since she was a little girl: she grew up under His watchful eye, looking down on her bruised knees from so much praying. When she arrives at the altar she makes the sign of the cross and murmurs something under her breath, presumedly ‘amen’ but it’s impossible to be sure. She goes down on her knees and claps her hands in front of her, blue eyes and swollen lips looking to the sky. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. She thinks in her head. The hard wood makes her uncomfortable, but she thinks that’s part of what the church is, what religion feels like: uncomfortable, unsettling. She pushes herself harder into it, hoping it leaves a bruise on her knees.

ANYTHING ELSE?

The Wests are a staple of tradition… and boredom. They live in a house by the side of the road with a white picket fence, Mrs. West spends her days at the nail salon catching up on the latest and Mr. West is a generic white middle-aged man who wants to please his ageing house wife. They go to church every sunday and buy everything at the local mall. Julie’s education belonged solely to her mother, who dreamed of her babydoll daughter since she was sixteen. She raised Julie to be feminine: to tidy up the house, to learn how to cook. That last one proved to be one of Julie’s favourite things. She likes to do something from scratch, and the notion that she could put anything in there and no one would know is thrilling. “Oh honey, what is that? Tastes like lemon!”

Mrs. West also paid someone to teach Julie piano lessons. No one in Devil’s Knot knew how to do it so they went to the nearest city every Saturday. Eventually, Julie grew bored of it and, especially, of the teacher, a 20-something year old plump woman who treated her as if she was a child. Of course, the woman couldn’t have known that a mere couple of lessons would be enough for Julie to understand everything she was trying to teach her.

Julie’s performance at school is average. She doesn’t display too much interest in anything, fades into the background with her barely-passing-by grades at the end of the school. It’s not because she doesn’t have the brains: indeed, Julie’s IQ is way above average, bordering on genius, she just doesn’t like to stand out… in any way.

She is the neighbourhood’s resident babysitter ever since she was old enough to take care of herself and someone else. Julie loves children and she will tell you so… and if you ever hear your child crying from the other room while Julie is in there, not to worry… I’m sure she’s taking good care of him.

Her reputation as a responsible and trustworthy teenager is a reputation that means a lot more to her than any level of popularity that she could have longed for at school. Julie is not interested in the social hierarchy of such a meaningless place, laughs behinds the backs of every popular kid and feels a deep satisfaction whenever she remembers how she turned down the direct invitation from the cheerleading squad to join them.

Julie’s family is a very religious one. One of her earliest memories is going to the church, only three or four years old and dressed in pristine white (a ‘tradition’ her mother holds to this day). She never doubted there’s a bigger and stronger presence in the world, bigger than the town and the world but, as she grows older, she’s wondering if that’s Jesus or… someone else. She’s drawn to the old testament God, the ruthless entity who does not forget nor forgive. And, of course, ever since she’s old enough to understand, she’s drawn to… “the other side”. Not that she would ever say anything about it, not that she dared to investigate any further (yet). But there’s no denying the weight she feels in her chest, and how dark it is.

The woods is one of her favourite places in Devil’s Knot. Julie likes to be surrounded by the immensity of it, appreciates how someone can easily get lost and swallowed up by something so beautiful, seemingly harmless. She likes to wander about and there’s a special place by the creek that calms her; she likes to bathe there, feel the ice-cold water against her bare back.

Julie collects things: little things, meaningless things. Dried leaves, old books, dead bugs. She keeps them hidden in a box under the bed. It’s mostly things she finds in the woods… and some things she knows she probably shouldn’t have but the cops never came looking for...

Media inspiration:

Lizzie (2018)

Midsommar (2019)

Gone Girl (2014)

Neon Demon (2016)

Raw (2016)

Killing Eve (tv show)

Sharp Objects (tv show)

#dkaccepted #accepted #julie west

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sstrawberyfieldsforeverr · 5 years

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Unknown to you....

So many thoughts, so many unanswered questions, so many things to say and not finding a starting point.

-Will I ever know?

Bottling up, pushing back, ignoring, burying , avoiding feelings. That’s all I’ve been doing for the past 6 months nonstop. Maybe if I don’t think about it, maybe if I just TRY to forget about it, maybe if I just push it far back in my head.. maybe I’ll stop feeling this way. But my subconscious is a bitch; it reminds me of you every Friday night. It reminds me of you while driving around the city. It reminds me of you when I’m trying so hard not to. What do I do? How can I make it stop? I have looked and searched for the answer and I can’t find it anywhere. I have encounters with the memory of you everywhere I go, I see you in the most unfamiliar places. I see you in the eyes of a nice girl at the bar. I see you in the nice gestures of a friend. I see you in the song playing on the background of an Instagram story. I’m reminded of you in everything I do and I want it to stop. I want you out of my head, my mind, my heart but not my life and that’s exactly where you’re at at the moment. No me arrepiento de las cosas que hemos hecho sabes, con el alma por las nubes. Como se lo explicas eso a alguien ? No se. Desde que te fuiste vivo en un eterno NO SE de el que no todos pueden darse el lujo de vivir. Es tanto un privilegio como no, porque te jode. Esa incertidumbre de no saber pero a la misma vez estar bien porque no saber no es algo malo. Como lo voy a hacer para sacarte de mis entrañas mm? No se va por la vida conociendo gente y teniendo la mentalidad de que con esa persona es con quien terminarás casándote algún día. Pero tampoco se va por la vida perdiendo el tiempo en gente con la que no te ves en un futuro compartiendo una casa, una cama, una familia.. todo. Los recuerdos han venido a bailar con tu fantasma y me he vuelto un desaste emocional. Contigo me pasaron las dos; no me veía más de un año contigo pero luego algo cambio y me vi con un par de años en mis espaldas y miré a mi costado y ahí estabas tú. Ahora como se borra eso de un plan futuro? Como se vuelve a empezar de cero ? Dímelo tú que lo estás haciendo a la perfección.

Todo era aún difícil pero al menos estabas tú. Nos emborrachábamos con la mirada pero luego lo jodíamos sin una explicación, un desastre sin nombre. Nos miramos a la cara y ninguno dice nada. Supongo es lo que toca y lo que viene.., supongo. Como se le deja de querer a alguien que se convirtió en más que una prioridad ? Como se le deja de querer a alguien que no solo te dio buenos momentos pero los mejores que alguna vez viviste? Como se sigue adelante si por mas que tratas sigues cayendo en el mismo lugar en donde empezaste? — Dime por qué aguanto yo solo el peso? Por que la rabia me parte el pecho y no se que diablos hacer ya para dejar de sentir de esta manera. Historia sin gloria que nunca termina bien. Aquella ultima vez que nos vimos nunca había sentido más y me asusté. Me asuste porque pensé que iba a ser más fácil dejarte ir después de.., pero no. •••

- I love you. (You)

- You do? (Me)

- Yes, I have never felt this way for anybody... but we need to break up .. (You)

- Wait what? (Me)

- I can’t do this distance, if I get back with you I’ll keep on falling into the same cycle.. (You)

- I love you... (me)

- I can’t be with you... (You)

Next morning...

- hey babe good morning ❤️ (You)

- Hey, good morning.. (me)

- What’s wrong? (You)

- You broke up with me last night, do you not remember ? (Me)

- No I did not, i had a fit but it’s over now... I don’t want to break up with you, I love you. (You)

You’d disappear for weeks... you thought I didn’t know what was happening... you had found somebody to fill your needs.. but you’d come back around and I was there.. why? But not I’m not asking you. I’m asking myself, why did I stay?

Por qué es que veo lo mejor en ti cuando te encargas de hacerme ver todo lo “malo” que dices hay en ti? — Que digo que no me importa? Eso es mentira. Que estoy feliz por ti? Pues si pero no te voy a mentir que me parte el alma no ser el motivo de tu felicidad. Que no se porque me clave tanto contigo. Si es que no eras mi tipo. Yo no te quería. Fue solo un juego en el que después de 3 años la atención que me dabas no caía mal pero si que el Karma es una hija de puta. Si que me enamore y ahora pa’ desenamorarse e’ que ta’ fuerte la cosa.

- Hey nice rings... *you said after not speaking to me in almost a month*

- Thanks *i said*

- How are you *you said*

- I’m good and you *i said*

- I could be better but im good *you said*

- .... *i left*

- Hey!!

- Kharla..

- Woman!!

- Youuuu

- Lady

- Hellooo

- You there????

*you said*

- What happened??? * I said..*

- Nothing *you said*

📞📟📱 *Missed call from •••• *

- you called * i said*

- Yeah it was an accident *you said*

( we had this thing where to break the ice and call each other’s attention we’d “accidentally” call each other.. ) i know why you did it but I didn’t call back... maybe that was my mistake. What would have happened if I had called you back?...

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You had asked for space and I gave it to you. You said you were going to work on yourself before you got into it with anyone regardless if it was with me or the other.. you needed to. The funny thing is that in the process you couldn’t handle the loneliness. You found someone else. But you’d still try to come back but this time around you did not. Was it because you didn’t want to or because you’re trying to respect this one? Which isn’t a bad thing, I give you props for it. But my thing is...

what’s the point of trying to do right in a new relationship and still fuck it up when you damn well know where you had to do it right you fucked it up big time. You fucked me up real bad and I gotta live with that now.

- hey i just wanna say sorry for being so distant and cut and dry lately. I know and an I’m sorry won’t cut it but I’m sorry *you said*

- It’s okay, I haven’t even had time to actually process it. I’ve been busy at work lately and I don’t even have time to think about how I feel or what’s going on around me. *i said*

- Honestly I don’t even know why I texted you. You don’t need to notice it or give me an explanation..... I don’t know why you’re still trying, there’s no point.. (you said)

- I’m not even trying - is said. I haven’t had the time to. Plus, you’ve been doing you so I don’t get what you’re complaining for. ( I said)

- I need to move on and if I keep talking to you I won’t. I’m ready to move on and you’re just a distraction, if I keep seeing you I won’t stop (you said)

I had never felt more pain before. It broke my hard and shattered my soul. Where did I go wrong? What happened to all the love? I came back hoping for change... I came back holding on to the last fucking hope I had and it fucking banished...

- you’re great, you’re perfect, I can’t see myself without you. But I don’t deserve you (you said).

So my question is, why CANT you do something to deserve me? Why can you do right by the rest and not me? What gets me is the fact that you had the chance to change on multiple occasions and you didn’t so I’d like to know if you ever really truly loved me. When you love someone you go against all odds and you gave up on me. You gave up on me when I was on my way to you. We had planned this together. I got here exactly by the time you said you wanted me to move in with you. I couldn’t stand being one more day apart from you but you had found someone already. Why can you be loyal to them and not me? What makes them more special? You said you’d never leave, you said I could always count on you but where are you now? I don’t even know why I’m writing this cause you’ll never see it, you don’t care. But did you ever care about me?

I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever know. My thing is. Why did it become so toxic and why NOW you’re making yourself the victim and making me seem like the “bad one”. Porque una explicación es un erro bien vestido y a ti no te gusta declarar tus errores, igual que yo lo declaro que te hecho de menos. Pero no te hecho de menos a ti, a ti ya no. Echo de menos la complicidad, el pensar que estarías en mi vida para siempre, la amistad que teníamos. Prometimos no dejar que se perdiera la amistad y hoy día no me diriges la palabra. Now I’m just somebody that you used to know, not even. Long and over due break up, an endless loophole. CLOSURE, something I have been seeking but never seem to get. LOVE, love is so many things. Love is support, listening, friendship, trust, freedom, consideration, respect, honesty, working TOGETHER, it is UNDERSTANDING. But on the downside, it is disillusionment, disappointment, it’s HURTING, it’s loving so deep to the point of carving your wounds as deep as your love went. Now what tells me that this love was real or not? Cause here is the thing, I don’t know if I’m too stubborn to understand or if I’m just stupid. Help me understand this kind of love if you may. This is a kind of love that starts as a joke. These two individuals start to play a game in which they say they like each other. But do they really? At first they don’t, it is just the simple satisfaction of getting attention from one another. Now this backfires and leads them to find out that they really DO like each other. After a couple of conversations a relationship is formed, very nice with its ups and downs but still feels real and genuine. It was the kind of love that made you believe in something, in a future. Never in a million years would you have thought that you were going to even consider marrying this person. You’d never think something that once brought you so much joy will also become so toxic. I am not one to say if what they felt was genuine or not but you can’t tell me that just because it looks like you’re gonna go though a somewhat long of a bad period of time in your relationship servers as an excuse to walk out. UNCERTAINTY… A lot happened. So maybe I’ve stayed because I’ve seen how great of a significant other and partner in life they were capable of being and I know with a little help they could go back to it, so I didn’t want to give up but at this point I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if what I’m feeling at almost 4 am in the morning is list or love. I don’t know if I miss you or if I’m just overly emotional and today I was reminded of you in a thousand different things. I don’t know when I’ll stop writing about you but it’s my only outlet. You’ll probably won’t even see this, you won’t. This is just my word vomit but fuck man, I just need to be able to get over you but I fucking can’t. I hate the process, it’s a bitch and it hurts. Are YOU hurting? Do you still think of me? Do you miss me? Can you still listen to the same songs and not go back to one of the million drives around the city we shared? If you loved me the way I did how did you move on to someone else so fast?

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Night Watch

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Since the events of Endgame, both Morgan and Pepper have had trouble sleeping, so Pepper hatches a plan to help them both cope with loss.

Warnings: Mentions of death and passing, anxiety, night terrors and very slight mentions of religion.

So this is a post-Endgame fic, but it’s not entirely canon-compliant as Steve is still in the future. I wrote it a few months back and I’m finally making it public because I’m proud of it. Also, Steve is Jewish. I just thought that was important to add in.

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It’s the third time this week that Pepper has been woken up by the screams.

With a resigned groan, she slips out of bed and quickly yet quietly runs to Morgan’s room. The girl is thrashing about in her sleep and frantic whimpers escape her lips, her covers almost but not quite thrown on the floor.

Flicking the light on, Pepper’s heart breaks at the sound of her little girl’s choked sobs. “Daddy, no, please don’t go,” are the first words she makes out, and she bites her lip to compose herself. Morgan is dreaming again. Since Tony - and even after the funeral, she can’t bring herself to say the word - passed, a good night’s sleep has become a relic of the past in the Stark household.

Gently approaching her bedside, Pepper kneels down and reaches for her arm. Almost immediately, Morgan flies awake, staring at her with terrified big brown eyes. She’s seen terror in eyes like that before, when Tony would have restless nights and cold sweats. She just didn’t think she’d see that look again in a five-year-old.

“Mommy,” Morgan asks. “Was I dreaming again?”

She strokes her hair, the only other calming gesture she can think of doing right now. “Yes, baby.”

“Sorry,” she says. “I woke you.”

She almost laughs at the absolute concern in her daughter’s voice, it’s so sweet, but instead shrugs and says, “It’s okay. You had a nightmare.”

“Yeah,” she confirms. “Was scary.”

“About your dad?”

She nods and then says quietly, “I-I dreamt a monster got him. A big ugly one. But Daddy said it’s just a picture in my mind. It can’t hurt me.”

“Your daddy’s right. And you know what? If that monster comes to see you again, just let me know and I promise you can hold onto Mommy’s Rescue helmet.” She doesn’t know how else to placate her, but this should be enough for now, Pepper thinks.

“Mm-kay,” Morgan sighs, settling back into bed. Pepper tucks the covers around her, and as she’s walking out the door, she hears her say, “And goodnight, Daddy, I love you three-thousand.”

She can’t contain it any longer, and as soon as she closes the door, she collapses against the wall, punching the air over and over, each throw of a fist becoming words screamed out into the void. I don’t want you to rest anymore! Damn it, I can’t do this without you! We miss you and I don’t know what to do. What do I do?

She doesn’t know how long she spends there, hunched over and wracked with sobs. She just knows that eventually she goes to bed, and lets the darkness of sleep swallow her up.

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“Everything okay, Pep?” Happy asks. They’re at the house the next day, and she’s mulling over documents from Stark Industries for plans she probably should have authorised a week ago. They know the situation, of course, everyone does, the whole world does. But it doesn’t mean she can fall behind. She’s got to carry on.

“I’m fine,” she snaps, and even though Happy doesn’t flinch, she can see the concern in his eyes.

“You know, I didn’t sleep for a while after,” he says softly after a moment. “It happens. It’s okay.”

“It’s Morgan,” she says, staring him full in the face. “She isn’t.”

“The nightmares again?” Pepper nods.

“Maybe I could talk to her, make her feel safe, you know? I don’t have much experience, but - I’m willing to try.” He looks at her with such a gentle gaze that Pepper can feel the tears coming to the fore, and she wipes them away.

“Uh, no thank you, Happy. We’re fine. Y’know, maybe I should just take her to a child psych, or something.”

He pats her on the shoulder. “Whatever you decide. We’ve all had a rough few months. Hang in there, okay?”

And she resigns herself to try.

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“I miss him.”

Pepper puts down the book she was reading on planting tulips, and scoops up Morgan off the lip of the stairs. She cuddles into her chest, burrowing like a creature escaping from the sun, arms clinging like a sloth to a branch.

“I do, too,” Pepper whispers.

Morgan pulls away to look at her mother, studying her face, before saying, “I asked Aunt Carol if she’s seen him.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, up in the stars. She said she’ll blow him a kiss for me.”

For the second time that week, she can feel the tears coming, but she needs to be strong for their kid, otherwise Morgan will have no one left.

“That’s nice of her,” she simply says.

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“I have a plan to combat Morgan’s nightmares,” she tells Steve. This is over a pot of tea in the refurbished Avengers compound. They’ve got it up and running pretty quickly, and to be honest, it is her place of sanctuary.

Steve takes a tiny sip, looking at her over the rim of his cup. “Tell me.”

“Well, I…” She pauses, unsure of how the soldier will take it. Then she comes out with, “I want to take Morgan to space.”

He raises an eyebrow and just says, “Really?”

“Carol said that Tony’s up there, and it - it makes her happy. I don’t have the heart to tell her otherwise.”

There is a long pause, then she says, “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in God?”

“I thought I did,” he says, after an even longer silence. “But after everything that’s happened - being in this business… you start to wonder. I used to go to the synagogue, in my twenties.”

“You’re Jewish?”

“Jewish-Irish. Parents immigrated when I was smaller than Morgan. The famine really took a toll.”

“Oh my god, Steve, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Pepper. Things are still a lot better now than they were then.” He fixes her with a steady gaze. “But you’re not really asking about religion, are you?”

She gazes back just as strong. “No, I’m not.”

“On the subject of Tony,” he replies softly, “I like to think of a man who saved the universe as going to a place where he can be free, rest from his sins. He deserves that. As to whether it’s space or Heaven, well… it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that we don’t forget the people who change our lives.”

She sits there, soaking up his words. Everyone else is right; Steve is really good at the whole inspirational speeches thing.

She smiles. “Then let’s go to the resting place.”

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“You strapped in nice and tight?”

“Uh-huh.”

She checks Morgan over thoroughly once more sliding into the seat next to her. Tony’s ship needs some upgrades, but the booster seat fits in well.

Morgan hates it, says it is “atrocious” - one of her favourite words - and normally fidgets in it. Today, however, she’s bright and alert, staring in wide-eyed wonder at the interior of the vessel.

“Ready to go, space explorer?” Carol grins from the front seat. She, along with Steve, Sam, Bucky and Happy, have all come along today for the kid’s first space flight.

“Yes, Avenger, ready for take-off.” She gives her an air force salute back, and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Really, Morgan? We’re all Avengers here, kiddo.”

“But she was the first,” Morgan chirps with a smirk.

“Oh, not that card again!’

“Mortally wounded by a child, Wilson?” Bucky snickers. “I expected as much.”

Carol laughs, and soon everyone is joining in bar Sam, who doesn’t much appreciate being the butt of the joke. Steve pats his shoulder. “There, there. At one point or another, we just have to accept failure.”

“Steve, I swear to God, I will punch you.”

“Fight onboard the ship and I’ll toss you both out,” Carol says casually, and everyone falls silent.

“Wow, Danvers, threatening violence in front of a child? That’s a low.”

“Trust me, Army,” she says, turning to face Steve, “if I didn’t think she was as tough as her mom and dad, the censorship would be rife. Now, shut up until we get into orbit.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” he grunts and slumps down in his seat.

Morgan is still smirking.

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“Which one is Daddy?” Morgan asks. They’re gazing out into the vast expanse of space and stars, and Pepper thinks she’s never seen her daughter’s face so bright.

Carol intervenes before she has to say a word. “See that one, right there?”

She points to a big star among a cluster of other stars. There’s nothing particularly special about it, but Morgan doesn’t need to know that. She’s just happy to be there. “Uh-huh.”

“There’s your dad,” Carol says. “Right there. And…” She locks eyes with Pepper and they have a moment of agreement on what should come next.

“... he is so happy to see you and your mom. And he says you don’t need to be afraid and have the nightmares anymore. He is going to protect you, because -”

“He loves me three thousand,” Morgan finishes, beaming up at Carol. “I know.”

Carol gives her a side hug and steps aside to let Pepper join her. When Carol is gone, Morgan whispers, “I know it’s not Daddy.”

Pepper looks at her in shock. “What?”

She gives her mom a soft hug. “It’s okay, I promise I won’t have the nightmares anymore.”

“You really figured that out, huh?” she whispers into her hair. “Smart kid.”

“Daddy used to tell me I was ten percent like him, and he said the rest is you.”

“Why is that?” Pepper quirks an eyebrow.

“Because he didn’t want me to be like him. He says I care like you.” She shrugs. “I can’t help if I’m smart, though, Mommy.”

For the first time in weeks, Pepper laughs. Not just a giggle or a chuckle, but a throw-your-head-back kind of laugh, and finally, she thinks, things are going to be okay. They will be okay.

#post endgame #avengers #pepper potts #morgan stark #tony stark is mentioned #steve rogers #carol danvers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #happy hogan #idk if this is good #omg angst

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Jamie: [sits across from her and stares at her in the low light] You look beautiful tonight, Eva. [bites his lip as they’re served their first course. He takes a drink sip of his drink]

Eva: [Takes her seat and crosses her legs as she watches him sit on the opposite side. She gazes into his piercing eyes, wanting to see the hungered look he gave her when they saw each other at the lounge] Why thank you, Jamie. That’s very sweet of you. [Smiles coyly, pushing her lustful thoughts to the back of her mind] Did you keep yourself busy after the night we met? [Asks sweetly as she pushes her hair behind her shoulder to reveal her creamy flesh and cleavage to him]

Jamie: [Practically devours her with his eyes but he remains composed, wanting her to be hungry for him. He brings some of his arugula dish to his mouth and chews slowly while eyeing her] I did. [Smirks but doesn’t meet her eyes as they fall to her perfect beasts and shoulder, wanting to mark them up terribly] And you?

Eva: [Uses her fork as she takes a bite of the salad, maintaining their locked gazes and already feeling as if she can’t hold herself back] And how did you keep yourself busy, little Jamie? [Takes a sip of white wine before wiping the corners of her lips. She lowers her eyes, smiling to herself as she notices him drinking in her appearance] I’m always busy. [Sighs softly] I was designing a few more lingerie sets for my new collection. But I don’t know if I’m all that satisfied. [Feigns frustration as she pouts] In fact I’m wearing a new design now. Soft, black lace.. delicate fabric.. Doesn’t do very well when handled roughly.. [Her dimple appears as she describes the fabric for him, wanting to plant her filthy thoughts into his mind]

Jamie: I have to maintain some air of mystery, don't I? [Tilts his head as he eyes her] Oh? I can't imagine why you'd choose to wear that tonight. [Licks his lips as he eyes her darkly] It's a shame about the piece. [Knows what she's doing but doesn't fully give into her just yet] Or did you pick it out with me in mind? You said yourself you weren't satisfied with it. Surely, you must have known it'd be destroyed. [Smirks to himself as he takes another bite]

Eva: [Hollows her cheeks as she matches the intensity of his gaze, concealing how taken aback she is by his response. She’s amused by the challenge he’s presenting before her] Perhaps. Or maybe I am simply testing to see it’s durability without any physical challenges. [Shrugs her bare shoulders, hiding her smile behind the glass of wine, enjoying the cat and mouse game they’re playing] You surely aren’t like most men who just takes the bait. [Raises a brow, holding his gaze as she draws attention to her pretty mouth by feeding herself again] So.. you mentioned how you’ve often thought about sneaking into my room when Henrik wasn’t around. Anymore fantasies you’d like to share with me?

Jamie: I've had day dreams about that mouth. [Says softly taking the bait this time] Oh, many. [Licks his lips] But the night's just started. [Smiles innocently, wanting her to ache so badly for him] I've shared so much already. Tell me, did you ever think about me in that way before? [Gives her a condescending smolder as he concentrates on her, only breaking the gaze to accept his second course-- still bloody. He smiles as the waitress describes their dishes, knowing that curiosity about them lurks behind her eyes] Thank you. [Inclines his head] I eat a lot of red meat. [Murmurs as he slices into the perfectly prepared antelope and takes a bite]

Eva: [Finds herself beaming internally with satisfaction as he makes his confession. Listening to his words, she inhales deeply as she can tell that he’s trying to make her desperate for him] I didn’t know that you were the teasing type, little Jamie. But I must say I’m enjoying our little game. [Purrs as she crosses her legs to calm her pussy from throbbing] You’ve sauntered into my mind maybe once or twice.. [Murmurs coyly to not give too much away, recalling the time when she heard stories about his college days] Thank you. [Briefly looks up at the waitress, sensing the attraction she has towards Jamie. She doesn’t feel jealousy as she knows who he desires. Dipping her fork into her perfectly glazed salmon, she moans softly as the buttery tastes costs her tongue] And how does your red meat taste, Jamie? [Watches his mouth, wishing that he was devouring her instead] I don’t believe I’ve ever had that before. May I have a taste?

Jamie: I’ve gotten good and learning how to get what I want. [His eyes flash with mischief] Very good. [Smiles amusedly. He slices her a piece, dragging it through the sauce before offering her a bite] What do you think?

Eva: [Leans in and parts her lips, holding his gaze before she closes her mouth around the fork to take a bite. She lets the flavor seep into her tongue before smiling softly] Not at all what I expected. It’s has a rich flavor. [Takes her glass for a sip as she continues to watch him] It’s a shame that I never gave you a proper goodbye when I left. I’m sure I would’ve kept in touch. [Wipes the corners of her lips after taking another bite] The last thing I heard about you was that you were seeing someone special. Is that true?

Jamie: [Loves watching her as he can’t seem to rip his eyes away] Hm. It is a shame. [he pauses as she speaks, an unmistakable look of pain on his features for only a second before he continues to eat] Its true. [Doesn’t meet her eyes for a moment] I was seeing someone seriously. [Smiles bit it doesn’t reach his eyes]

Eva: [Gazes at him deeply, watching his features and noticing the flicker of pain that appears] Did she break your heart? [Asks softly, treading carefully. Regardless of how closed off she is to falling in love again, she empathizes with him]

Jamie: Yes. [Lets her see behind the mask for just a moment. He takes a breath before taking another drink] Do you have room for dessert, Eva? The chocolate mousse is incredible. [Changes the subject but keeps the air light showing that not upset that she brought it up]

Eva: [Her heart aches for him but she doesn’t press any further] Oh is that what we’re having for dessert? [Smiles charmingly as she shows a more playful side] Chocolate has always been my guilty pleasure. [Purrs before thanking the waiter as he presents their dessert] Feed it to me.

Jamie: The presentation is fascinating. I’m amazed at how they keep the egg in tact like this. [Shakes his head as he gushes over the food, always one to love the finer things. He smiles, dipping in the spoon and feeding it to her]

Eva: [Finds the dessert almost too beautiful to eat] I’m very impressed with you tonight. Your palate is very unique. [Draws closer to him before parting her lips as he feeds it to her. She blinks in surprise, hollowing her cheeks as it tastes absolutely sinful to her] I’ve never tasted anything so addicting. [Looks up at him in complete amusement before taking the spoon to feed him] Let me return the favor.

Jamie: [Watches in delight as he sees her face light up in pleasure] Rich and light at the same time. [Muses as he allows her to feed him, savoring the taste] We haven't discussed where I'm to test the durability of your latest design, Eva. [Licks his lips] Back to my hotel room or to your place? [Cocks a brow]

Eva: [Watches his mouth as he tastes the dessert, wishing he would taste her instead. Gazing at him through thick lashes she flashes a sinful little smile] Are you patient enough to go all the way back to my place, little Jamie?

Jamie: As long as I get to have you I don’t mind waiting. I mean I waited days already. What are a few more minutes? [Reaches for her hand and covers it with kisses] Can we go?

Eva: [Desire courses through her veins as she becomes even more eager for him] We can. [Bites her lower lip as he lays kisses all over her flesh before she pulls her hand from his lips to make him hungry for more] I can’t wait for you to prove your devotion. [Stares at him heatedly as her eyes are clouded with lust]

Jamie: [Smiles as she teases him. He helps her up and they drive to her home] You know.. I wasn’t expecting to see you at the bar that night. [Chuckles, driving as his free hand is on her thigh and fingers rest between her legs] I’m glad I did though. [Pulls up and gets the door for her] I’m curious about how you’re living now.

Eva: And I wasn’t expecting to bring you back to my bedroom. [Murmurs cheekily as she gets into his car. She feels the heat spreading across her flesh at the touch of his hand] Thank you. [Allows him to help her as she exits the car. They pull up to her luxurious townhouse, leading him up the steps] Mmm better than ever before. [Leads him into her home that she designed herself. Exquisite art pieces line the walls as she turns on the lights] Well? What do you think?

Jamie: Well, taste was something you never lacked. [Speaks softly as he watches every curve of her body move] It’s beautiful. [Is definitely talking about her body]

Eva: [Feels his eyes on her as she walks ahead of him, looking at him over her shoulder] Care for a drink, Jamie? [Saunters down the hall and into the lounge room where she pours him a drink] I believe you made a promise to me a few nights ago...Hmm.. [Purses her lips as she pretends to ponder] What was it again? Maybe you can refresh my memory. [Plucks out a cherry from the fruit basket, sucking on the fruit as she did the night they met]

Jamie: [Takes the drink and makes himself comfortable on her sofa. He becomes slightly impatient as she’s so teasing and he sets his drink aside before grabbing her roughly to straddle him] Mm. [Grips her full mounds] I think I promised you that I would bury my cock deep inside you, Sweetheart. [Moves her hips to make her grind against his already hard member] Let me taste that cherry. [Grips her perfect tresses and pulls her down to kiss him, tasting the essence of fruit from her mouth]

Eva: Mmmgh.. [Moans lowly as he manhandles her. Straddling him, she slowly grinds against his member, wanting to feel him harden underneath her] You’re not as a composed as you were during dinner. [Whispers against his lips before closing her eyes and throwing her head back as grabs her breasts, causing slight pain that she eagerly welcomes] Mm, I believe you’re about that. [Goosebumps appear on her flesh as she feels herself writhing with need] How does that cherry taste, lover? [Teases him with her tongue, pulling back slightly to make him chase after her] Undress me. [Continues to grind against his cock, loving how hard it is for her while she runs her fingers through his hair before pulling his locks]

Jamie: [Growls as she pulls away, loving how she arouses him in every way. He doesn’t say anything as his hands move to the back of her dress, pulling it down her body as he kisses the exposed tops of her breasts in her bra] You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this. [Turns them around and shoves her gently on the couch as he pulls her dress down her legs— leaving her in her lingerie. He unbuckles his belt and slips it out of his loops before taking off his jacket and shirt— giving her a show] I want you to see just how much I’ve grown up. [Can’t help it as he wants her pretty mouth too badly. He roughly pulls her to her knees before pulling his cock out and forcing it in her mouth] I’m going to worship you baby. Don’t you worry. [Moans as he thrusts passed her lips] I just wanted to feel that pretty mouth. [Groans] Do I taste better than my father?

Eva: [Moans as he repositions her on the couch. Lips are parted, her chest rising and falling in quick succession as he pulls the fabric from her and leaves her in the lingerie she picked out for him to enjoy] Then this must be a dream come true for you. [Licks her lips, unable to control her body as it writhes for him, presenting itself for fucking. She watches his every move, eyes gleaming with excitement before she draws in a breath as she sees his chiseled abs] Mmm. You’ve grown up very well. [Purrs while trailing her fingertips down his torso before she gasps as she suddenly finds herself on her knees] Jamie.. mmnghh.. [Her mouth immediately waters as he forces his length into the warm crevices of her mouth. Her mind is clouded with lust, unable to realize how endowed his member really is] Mmm.. So much better than your father’s.. [Catches her breath as he pulls out, but her hands can’t resist as she strokes his length and massages his balls] Give me more of that taste. Own this pretty mouth that you’ve been wanting to fuck. [Grabs his cock as she drags his throbbing tip all over her lips before teasing his slit with her skilled tongue]

Jamie: [The sigh of her perfect lips around his cock causes his abs to tighten] Fuck, baby. [His head falls back as he thrusts into her throat] Mm.. I knew you wanted this cock, Eva. [Licks his lips as he moans deeply— he pulls out of her mouth and lifts her tiny frame, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting her lingerie clad pussy rest against his cock] Which way to your bedroom? [Growls huskily before he takes her there and places her on the edge of the bed. His hands simply tear the thin fabric, exposing her pussy as he drops to his knees and devours her] Mngh you taste so good. [licks around her thighs before lifting her slightly and tasting her tight little asshole] I’m making this mine. [Mutters before spelling out his first and last name in lashing strokes over her little clit]

Eva: [Strings of spit fall from her parted lips as he pulls out, already missing the feel of his cock inside of her mouth] Mmm I did.. I desperately want it.. [Trembles as she feels his cock against the drenched fabric of her panties] Left. [Hungry kisses and sucks his neck before gasping as shes tossed onto the bed. Her lips part as the lingerie disappears in but a second. Spreading her legs, she leans on her elbows before releasing a breathy noise for him, a sinful smile lining her lips] Yes, I do.. [Purrs as she exudes confidence before whimpering and grabbing his thick locks as she feels his tongue delving lower] Unghh! [Legs tighten around his head as her pussy becomes wetter from him teasing her asshole] Jamie.. [Melts as his tongue moves in ways she can’t fully register. Arching her back, squeezing her full breasts and grinding against his face, she can barely hold back] Worship me, Jamie.. Devour me. I need it. [Her tone changes from pleading to commanding as she eyes him heatedly, loving the look of him between her legs and drowning in the sounds he’s making]

Jamie: [His noises are guttural as he eats her out, moaning at her taste] Mm.. does my step mommy liked to have her pussy tasted like this? [Eyes her darkly before his tongue flicks her clit. He suddenly sucks on it and pulls her closer, her legs over his shoulders] Mngh.. [Litters her inner thighs with deep kisses] Hmm.. I’ve been waiting so long to have you. [mutters as he moves up to kiss her flat stomach and hip bones] I want to taste every inch of you. [Moves up and forces her bra down, making both the waistline of her panties and her bra cling to her small waist. He loves the hungry look in her eyes before lowering his head to suck and bite at her breasts, marking them up mercilessly] I want to be inside you, baby. [hurriedly removes his pants and boxers as he pushes at her tight opening— forcing his way in to feel the wetness take over him] Oh fuck. [Moves in deep long strokes to stimulate her gspot] God Damn. [Groans as he hears the wet noises]

Eva: Yes.. Jamie.. Your step mommy loves it. [Nods her head as she can hardly process his words, feeling entirely consumed by the waves of pleasure that courses through her body] Oh god, please! [Every inch of her body quivers in pure ecstasy as devours her pussy, causing her wetness to pool between her inner thighs] Look at what you made your step mommy do. [Coos heatedly, giving him a dark look as she coats her finger with her juices before tasting it for herself] Yes, lover.. Take what you want from me. [Drags her nails along his broad back, gasping as he ruins the creamy flesh of her breasts] Oh god.. Mmm I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle all of that, Jamie. [Feigns innocence as excitement flashes behind her eyes. She knows the pain that he’ll cause her, but it makes her all the more willing] I want every inch buried in me.. but be good to your step mommy.. [Parting her lips as she gazes upon his thick member, she spreads her legs to welcome him] Mmngh.. Ugh.. Jamie! [Gasps as his cock delves into her pussy, her warm walls immediately tightening around him as he stretches her out] You’re a better fuck than your father ever was.. [Opens her eyes as she gazes up at him, wanting him to see the pleasure and flickers of pain on her features as she succumbs to every stroke] More, Jamie. I want to be reminded of you in the morning. [Reaches down and places her hand on their sexes, needing to feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy despite the overwhelming sensation that’s she already experiencing]

Jamie: [Thrusts deep inside her, watching as his cock moves in and out of her little pussy] Mngh.. you feel so good, step mommy. [Bites his lip as he pulls out roughly and turns her over, wanting her completely submissive for him as he pins her arms behind her back before shoving himself back inside her] Ugh! [His head falls back as he rolls his hips against her, chest heaving as he moans deeply] I’m going to make you my whore, Eva. [Slaps her ass hard]

Eva: Don’t.. [Hisses as he pulls out, clipping her of the pleasure that she’s so desperate for. She groans as he forces her into a different position, loving how aggressive he’s being with her] Oh my god! Jamie! [Almost pulls away as he hits a sensitive spot inside of her, the sensation becoming almost too much for her to handle but her fragile frame is unable to match his strength] Mmngh! [Whimpers as she feels the heat of his hand raging all over her flesh. Looking at him over her shoulder, almost challenging him with her gaze, she rolls her hips back into his, feeding his cock with her aching pussy] Is this what a good whore does? She takes your cock and let’s you have your way with her? [Squeezes the muscles of her tight pussy as she works his member from base to tip, welcoming the pain his cock brings as he hits her bundle of nerves]

Jamie: Mm.. yes it is baby. [Spits on her asshole and their sexes before pushing his thumb into her tight ass as he fucks her— wanting to consume every part of her] Mm. Good whores also work for it. [Smirks as he pulls out again, wanting to frustrate her. He sits against her headboard and has her straddle him] God damn. I just want to watch you. [Groans as he lowers her onto his cock and he watches her tits bounce as she fucks him] You want that cum? You need to work for it, baby. [Slaps her cheek, loving the rosy color on her delicate features] Mm you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, Eva? [Sucks and bites on her little nipples] Tell me that your pussy is mine. [Grips her ass as he feels himself getting closer]

Eva: [Gazes at him with a primal look in her eyes as she places her legs on opposites side of his thighs] You want to watch how this whore works your cock? I’ll show you. [Purrs as she feels his length filling her up once more. Taking in every inch, she rocks her hips and in a seductive rhythm before shaking her ass to throw him off guard] Oh yes.. I want every drop of your cum to fill my little cunt. [Her dimple appears as she speaks her filthy words, increasing her pace while grabbing him by his hair as she pulls him to her breasts] All yours, Jamie. This pussy is yours for the night. [Takes his other hand as she relentlessly rides his cock, guiding it to her mounds before forcing his digit back into her tight ass] Ughhh.. Show me how badly you’ve wanted this. Prove it to me, Jamie. [Slams up and down his shaft, bucking her hips wildly as she loses herself to the feel of his cock reaching deep inside of her]

Jamie: [Bites his lip as he gazes up at her darkly, his face an animalistic snarl] Fuck! [Grunts as her tight walls take him in and she moves up and down on his cock] Mm.. I’m gonna prove it by making you take this cum. [Lips part as he shoves his digits in her mouth, fucking her tongue, the sight making him cum hard] Ooh fuck. [Keeps making her bounce on him to milk every drop] Fuck, baby. [Licks her neck]

Eva: [Eagerly takes his digits into her mouth, licking and sucking hungrily as her bounces up and sown his shaft in a quick rhythm, expressing her desperation for his cum] Ughhh.. Mmm.. It’s so warm.. [Closes her eyes, squeezing her walls tightly around his thickness as she selfishly takes every drop] I want to taste it. [Pulls away from him as she turns around, slipping his cock out of her pussy. Leaning forward, giving him a perfect view of her pussy as cum seeps out of it, she then lowers her head and sucks on the tip] I love how you taste.. Utterly perfect, lover. [Whispers against his sensitive head before collecting the cum from between her legs to coat his cock in his essence] All mine. [Purrs as she cleans him up with her tongue]

Jamie: [Feels euphoric as he empties his cock into her. He groans as he slips out of her, head tilting as he watches her little show] Mm.. [Licks his lips as he watches her, flipping her hair out of the way so that he can see] God damn. [Pulls her head off of his cock and throws her down on the bed before sliding down her body again-- never one to be a selfish lover. He eats her pussy savagely, tasting their sexes] I want you to cum on my tongue, Eva. [Bites her little clit as he meets her eyes from between her lips]

Eva: [Slurps up the taste of his cock before whining as she lands back on the bed] And where do you think you’re going, lover? [Raises a brow as she smiles mischievously before whimpering as his tongue lashes all over her overly sensitive folds] I love how filthy you are, baby. [Grips his hair, toes curling as pleasure consumes her once more. She grinds against his mouth, leaning up so that she’s nearly sitting upright] So filthy.. [Whines as she rubs her pussy against his mouth, trembling from his sinful bite before reaching another mind numbing release with a few more strokes] Oh my god, Jamie! [Cries our breathlessly as she falls back on the bed, her back arched while her thighs tremble. She has to cover her aching cunt, unable to handle his mouth]

Jamie: [Loves her taste as he eats her up, losing himself in the taste of their fucking. He groans as she covers her pussy, grabbing her wrist and moving it-- he eats her out while she's so sensitive and drives her crazy] Mngh.. [Finally lets her go as he rests his head on her thigh] Hm. [sighs, deeply satisfied]

Eva: [Catches her breath, chest heaving as she’s lost in the sexual high] You kept your word. [Gazes down at him, loving the site of her devoted lover resting his head on her thigh. She reaches down and shows affection as she scratches his scalp] I want your lips on mine. [Hollows her cheeks as she moves next to him, placing herself on his chest as she kisses him languidly]

Jamie: [Moves to hold her, tilting up her chin and kissing her deeply] Mm.. [His tongue drags below her upper lip] I'm obsessed with your mouth. [Chuckles]

Eva: [Runs her fingers through hair blonde tresses as she gazes at him] Just my mouth? [Leans in as she licks his lips while traces his abs with her fingertips]

Jamie: [Laughs softly] You're a greedy woman aren't you? [Bites his lip] I'm obsessed with every inch of you. [Stares at her] Is that better?

Eva: No, I just want the whole truth. [Purrs sweetly before rewarding him with a kiss] Mm I should’ve left your father long ago. [Teases before getting up to put a robe on. She grabs a quick drink and offers it to him] Have you fulfilled your fantasy now?

Jamie: [Chuckles as he licks his lips. He watches her move, loving her disheveled appearance] Hm. Just a tiny bit. [Accepts the drink and takes a gulp] Don't tell me that you want this to be a one time thing? [Pouts, his brows drawing together but he and she both know it's not]

Eva: [Raises her brow before taking the glass from him as she takes a sip] A tiny bit? What other fantasies do you have? [Tilts her head, already know that he wants more from her as she does with him] Mm.. If you were any other man I would say yes. [Traces her pout with her fingertips] But you’ve made a good impression on me, so I’ll say no. [Leans towards his neck, kissing his flesh softly before reaching his jaw] I do need you to know one thing.. [Pulls back for a moment as she stares into his piercing eyes] I’m not interested in giving my heart away. I doubt I still even have one. [Smiles mischievously but has a hint of seriousness, knowing that an Emir is still an Emir at the end of the day] Understand, lover?

Jamie: [Looks up at her, listening intently. He lets her give him kisses. He’s disappointed at her words, thinking about what he’s getting himself into] Ordinarily, I would prefer to have all of you or none of you. [Licks his lips] But I will settle for keeping things casual just to keep tasting you. [Eyes her] And you must understand, Step Mommy, that I’m taking that to heart. [Gazes at her] Don’t regret those words later. [Cups her face, a coolness hits his smile before he kisses her forehead] Well, I’d better go. [Starts putting on his boxers and looks for his trousers]

Eva: [Keeps a composed expression as she listens to his words, accepting his response and knowing full well that he has other needs] Is that so? [Raises a brow before pursing her lips to hold back a smile, amused by his confidence] I won’t. [Coos back at him before parting her lips as he leaves her bed] So soon? I said I wasn’t giving my heart away. That doesn’t mean I’m done giving other parts of myself to you. [Kneels on the bed as she pulls the sash from her robe to reveal the flesh between her breasts]

Jamie: [Wasn’t fishing for anything and is surprised as she speaks, his dark brow cocks in amusement] Hm.. [Swallows and thinks for a moment before taking two steps toward her and cupping her face, leaning down to kiss her] What is it that you want, Step Mommy? [Smiles devilishly at her]

Eva: [Places her hands on his hips as she pulls him against her, moaning softly as she tastes his lips] For my little Jamie to give me one last kiss goodnight. [Teases the tip of his tongue with hers before revealing her soft breasts to him] Here. [Places her hands over her mounds, playing with her little nipples as she puts a show for him]

Jamie: [Groans as she already makes his dick hard, he moves down to her perfect breasts and covers them in kisses] Mngh.. [Sucks deeply, adding to the already deep marks] Goodnight, Eva. [Pulls away and kisses her head before he gets dressed. He doesn’t linger before leaving and heading back to the hotel]

#c: dinner and dessert #otp: filthy succession #type: tension #type: smut

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