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cardansriddle · 7 months

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Gilded Serendipity - (tom riddle x oc)

Part 2/10: "I can see you"

Story summary: A summer meant to be spent in the tranquil seaside mansion of Rosier's was not supposed to sway hearts like rustling leaves. Sereia Nova was most definitely not supposed to feel drawn to Tom Riddle. Yet August had a way of weaving chaos and desire together, only to dissolve into the shadows, leaving behind a bittersweet aftermath- an ephemeral illusion of love.

PART 1

chapter warnings: tension, talk of sex? kissing.

A/N: this is over 4K words, soo have fun reading and let me know what you think.

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Beneath the tender caress of the morning sun, Sereia floated weightlessly in the sea, its gentle warmth a soothing balm against her skin. Occasionally, she would let her hands weave through the water, and watch how the sunlight danced upon the ripples, casting a golden spell upon the waves.

Yet as always, it was not long before her tranquility was disrupted. Booming laughter and loud voices were indications that her time in solitude was now over. She distinctly heard Antoine tell everyone snarkily, "I told you she would already be in the water."

She switched from her floating position so she could stand upright, and shielding her eyes from the sun, she waved at the group. "Took you sleepyheads long enough!"

Antoine huffed, discarding his shirt carelessly and slowly making his way over to her into the sea. "You're one to talk, you narcoleptic freak."

She stuck out her tongue at him in response.

With languid strokes of his toned arms, he swam up to her, occasionally casting a glance over his shoulder at the others who were still acclimating to the sea's temperature. "Just get in, you cowards!" he shouted, his words spurring Abraxas to dive headfirst into the water, with the rest of the group following suit. The blonde surfaced beside them, shaking his head and elegantly running his slender fingers through his platinum locks. Sereia looked around and realised she could not find any sign of the wizard whom she had been anticipating to see. "Where is Riddle?"

It was Abraxas who answered her. "Said he would not be able to join us for a swim. Some matter to take care of."

Walburga groaned. "What matter could possibly occupy him? We are on holiday! It is time to do nothing but sleep, swim, and drown ourselves in the finest wine."

Sereia chuckled. "Careful there, Wal. You're starting to sound like Avery."

In response to her jab, Avery playfully splashed her. "Hey! there is nothing wrong with that."

It seemed Walburga was not letting the matter rest. "Yes, but what is he doing? Why can't he just not do anything for one moment?"

"This is Tom we are talking about, Wal. He would rather befriend a house elf than let himself relax."

Sereia lounged in the warm water with the rest of the Slytherins for a bit more, and as she began to feel the afternoon rays of the sun starting to burn her scalp, she knew it was time to head inside before the heat gave her a stroke.

"I am going inside before I melt to death." She announced, eliciting disappointed grumbles at her departure.

"But we just got here!" Dahlia protested. "Stay a bit more."

"We could always go for a night swim." The girl winked as she slicked her wet hair back, earning a mischievous, approving smile from the girl. She slowly made her way out of the water before producing a towel to wrap around herself. Digging her feet into the sand and letting herself dry under the scathing sunrays for a little bit, she watched with a small smile as Antoine wrapped his arms around Dahlia and dunked them both underwater.

Smooth little fucker.

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The library was quiet as she clicked the door shut behind her. She padded over to the shelves lined up with books to take her pick for the day, her fingers grazing the spines of the volumes as she contemplated her options. They halted once a certain one caught her attention— Secrets of The Dark Arts.

Sereia's brows furrowed as she tugged the book and her eyes fell on the cover. She never knew the Rosiers possessed restricted books about the Dark Arts. She made a mental note to ask Antoine about it later, but at that moment, her curiosity was gnawing at her, so caving in, she opened the book to scan its contents. That was until a figure emerged from the shadows, materialising like a whisper.

"Discovering the secrets of dark magic?" His low voice sounded behind her, once again, startling her. She spun around to see Tom Riddle, leaning against a desk as he regarded her with an ominous look in his eyes.

Her heart caught in her throat. Not only because he had frightened her, but because she found him sinfully attractive in that position, with the sleeves of his button-down shirt rolled up. The girl cleared her throat and tried to appear nonchalant as she replied. "Well, I believe secrets hold a certain fascination."

Tom's brow quirked. "Fascination or danger?"

"Perhaps they are one and the same."

"And do you enjoy delving into danger?"

Sereia paused for a moment. "I wouldn't know...but perhaps I would not be opposed to finding out."

He cocked his head to the side, appearing intrigued yet strangely pleased with her reply. Sereia got the sense that their seemingly clandestine exchange was laced with an unspoken tension that hung heavy in the air. The world around them faded into obscurity, leaving only the charged atmosphere between them. His eyes traced the droplets sliding down her wet strands of hair onto her chest, and he swallowed when they trailed down the top of her dress.

Sereia's gaze dropped to his hands clutching the edges of the table he was leaning on. Her eyes unconsciously traced the slender fingers adorned with rings, his thumb which was lightly grazing the wood and her cheeks grew hot at the obscene thoughts that most definitely should not have passed through her mind. Ripping her stare away from his very alluring hands, she took in a deep breath.

She was the first to break the tense silence. "You did not come to swim."

He hummed pushing away from the table. Sereia's eyes tracked his movements, watching him approach the shelf and absentmindedly browse the books while standing beside her. "I wished to read instead. It seems a much more fruitful use of my time."

She could not resist the urge to huff. "But it is summer. You can read, yes, but you should also indulge in the warm weather and the sea."

He turned to regard her for a moment, and the girl sucked in a breath as his eyes traced all over her form. His eyelashes fluttered, so dark against the paleness of his high cheekbones as he stared down at her. Then, as if entertained by some idea, he smirked. His smirk was dark and full of amusement and drove her just a bit insane. "Maybe I will."

She flushed under his stare and was about to come up with a witty remark when the door burst open. Alarmed, she jumped back from the sudden intrusion, yet Tom remained the picture of indifference as if he had not been caught off guard. The eye contact between them broke, and Sereia turned to face their intruder.

Walburga Black could not have looked more pleased to see someone in her life.

"Tom! There you ar— oh, Sereia? What are you doing here?" Perplexed eyes flickered between her and Riddle, and Sereia subconsciously widened the distance between them. Walburga's calculating gaze was piercing as she tracked every minuscule movement, and the girl felt uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of her unpleasant confusion.

"I was just getting a book," Sereia replied after a moment of pregnant silence, awkwardly pointing at the shelf lined with books to prove her point. Walburga, perhaps choosing not to bother herself with intricate details of their interaction, smiled tightly, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing away.

"Oh, well, Antoine needs you for...something." She said as her eyes moved to Tom once again, and an appreciative glint flickered in them. Sereia glanced at him too, only to see his impassive expression blanketing his face.

Feeling out of place, she cleared her throat and beelined for the door. "Right, I'll go." She muttered and threw one last look over her shoulder at the wizard, whose gaze was already trained on her form. There was no expression to decipher, no look to read, only a blank canvas that was his face. Sereia shut the door after her. She stood outside the door for a moment, pushing her hands through her hair in frustration.

Something was going on between Walburga and Tom and she had not realised until the girl had literally flaunted it in front of her face. Perhaps she had been blindly foolish to indulge in Riddle's charming nature, to latch onto his attention and bask in it like it was the summer sun.

With a bitter huff, she began making her way downstairs to attend to whatever Antoine needed her for. She was about to turn around a corner when a voice called out to her.

"Ria? Where are you going?"

She glanced behind her shoulder to see the said man standing in the hallway with a towel hanging around his shoulders, droplets of water slipping through the wet strands of hair and onto the marbled floor.

"Wal said you needed me for something. I was going to look for you."

"Huh?" He rubbed his head. "I did not say anything of the sort to her."

A tired sigh escaped her lips at the revelation. "Oh."

"Are you...good?"

"Yea—yeah. I— Actually, can I ask you something?"

When Antoine nodded encouragingly, she motioned for him to come closer. He approached with a raised eyebrow, gently taking her elbow as she began to guide them away from the group. Sereia lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do you think there's something going on between Riddle and Walburga?"

The wizard came to an abrupt halt, turning his head so swiftly that she wondered how he didn't give himself whiplash. "Whoa, where did that idea come from?"

"Yes or no, Tony."

"Well...in a certain way, yes. But it is—I mean, it's not anything serious. Tom is not that type of person."

The girl's brows furrowed at his vague answer. "What do you mean not serious?"

Antoine's cheeks turned red as he tried to formulate a reply that would be appropriate for her ears. "They are not courting. It is more of a...physical arrangement."

"So they are just having sex?"

"Ria!" Antoine gasped, scandalised. "How do you know what that means?"

"Tony, I am not a child. I know what it is."

"No, you're too young. And you are a lady. You should not know such things."

Crossing her arms across her chest, Sereia took a defensive position. "So it is normal for Wal to have sex but it is not normal for me to know about it?"

"You are too young!" He repeated his earlier statement as if that somehow solidified his point.

"Tony, I'm the same age as you."

"Oh, er, well. Bloody hell. Perhaps I should have done more to shield you from such topics."

They walked in silence for a moment before Antoine came to an abrupt halt, his steps slowing as he furrowed his brow in thought. "Ria, about Tom and Wal, try not to say anything about it, yeah? Tom does not like people to know his business— wait— how did you even figure it out?"

"I was in the library with Tom when Wal barged in and tried to get rid of me by saying you asked for me. I could also see in her eyes that she was ready to jump his bones."

Antoine's curiosity seemed piqued, and he leaned in slightly. "You were in the library with Tom? Alone?"

"Yes?"

"Did he...try anything?"

"No, we just talked."

"Listen, I am saying this as a precaution. Do not get involved with him under any circumstance. Tom has a notorious reputation for taking hearts and bleeding them dry. I do not wish to see you heartbroken. You do not deserve that."

She rolled her eyes at his concern but still smiled appreciatively at him. "Gee, Tony. I appreciate the sentiment but I barely know the guy. I assure you, I have no interest in him."

"Good, good. My duty is to warn."

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she added, "Perhaps my duty is to warn you that they are probably contaminating your library with bodily fluids."

Antoine slapped a hand over his face and groaned loudly. "Ria..."

"See you at dinner!" Sereia singsonged, her laughter echoing down the corridor as she pranced away toward her room, leaving Antoine Rosier mortified in the middle of the corridor.

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Persistent knocking at Sereia's bedroom door abruptly interrupted her peaceful nap. Irritated, she tried to ignore the disturbance and buried her face deeper into her pillow, willing herself back into the realm of dreams. For a moment, it seemed to work as she felt her consciousness slipping back into slumber.

But then, a gentle tap on her shoulder roused her once more. "Go away," she mumbled into her pillow, her voice laden with drowsiness. With a blind, half-hearted effort, she attempted to push away the intruder who dared to disrupt her much-needed rest.

"Nova?"

At the sound of that familiar voice, her eyes snapped open. She shifted in her bed, turning to face the intruder. There, at the foot of her bed, stood Tom Riddle, his typically composed demeanour marred by an uncertain expression. It was as though waking someone from their sleep was an utterly alien concept to him.

"What do you think you're doing in my room?" She snapped, her words laced with an edge she didn't bother to conceal. Her tone came out harsher than she had intended, but remembering the library incident, she decided she did not regret it. He deserved her ire.

If he was surprised by her irritation, he did not show it. "Rosier asked me to wake you. It is dinner time."

"Oh. Right. I'm up." She quickly slipped out of her covers, adjusting her dress and brushing her fingers through her hair to tame it into an appropriate state. Her reflection in the mirror received a quick once-over to ensure everything was in order and as she patted down her curls, she heard Riddle clear his throat awkwardly.

"Your—" He paused, clearing his throat again, "—your laces."

"What?"

"Your laces are untied." He gestured at her corset. Her brows furrowed in momentary confusion before realization dawned. She had loosened her corset so she could nap comfortably and now that he was behind her, he could probably glimpse the skin of her bare back.

"Right. Yeah," she mumbled, feeling a flush creep up her cheeks. She fumbled for the laces behind her, attempting to tie them quickly. However, each time she tried, the slippery fabric seemed to evade her fingers before she could secure a knot.

"Would you like me to—"

"Yeah." She answered, her voice soft, slightly shaky.

He took a step towards her and she swallowed the lump in her throat as she gazed up at his looming form. Breathing out slowly, she turned to bare him on her back and allowed her fingers to drop away from her efforts. Her pulse quickened as she felt the warmth of his proximity. His fingers reached unsurely to grab a hold of the laces, and he rubbed the silky material between his fingers experimentally.

"Tug at them before tying it tightly. Um...if you can...are able to? Could you make a bow?"

As he began to tie the laces, the room seemed to grow smaller, and Sereia found herself acutely aware of the proximity and intimacy of the situation. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths came in shallow, uneven bursts as his fingers worked skillfully at her corset. The air was charged with an unspoken tension, one that seemed to thicken with each passing moment.

In the confined space of her room, Tom felt entirely out of place as he meticulously laced up Sereia's corset. The delicate task demanded a finesse he wasn't accustomed to, and his fingers, usually so confident and precise, seemed to fumble at the unfamiliarity of the situation. Sereia mirrored his discomfort, her feelings a chaotic blend of unease and confusion. The lingering irritation she had felt toward him clashed awkwardly with the unexpected intimacy of the moment, leaving her in a state of disarray.

He pulled lightly at the strings.

She sucked in a sharp breath. "Harder, please," she said, her words catching in her throat as soon as they left her mouth. Wide-eyed, she realized the unintended implication of her words, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. The girl could only take comfort in the fact that he could not see her face.

She felt his breathing uneven, fanning hotly against her neck. "Right." he managed, his own breathing uneven. His fingertips grazed her skin as he complied with her request, the featherlight touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"I think it's done?" He muttered unsurely.

Sereia reached behind to confirm, and feeling slightly breathless, she took a step away from him to put distance between them. "Yeah. Thank you."

"We should head down," she said, her words an attempt to dispel the tense silence that had settled over them.

He once again nodded mutely and opened the door to leave. She followed suit, patting down her hot cheeks in hopes that they would cool before people would wonder why she was so flustered. She watched as his back muscles shifted underneath his pristine white button-up shirt, and she quickly averted her gaze. She did not need any more alluring images of Tom Riddle stitched to the depth of her mind.

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The rhythmic sound of waves caressing the shore travelled through the balcony and into the dining room. Giggles and endless chatter were never-ending at the dinner table, with a seemingly bottomless supply of wine that was poured and poured and poured after a single sip, flowing endlessly like a river of indulgence that seemed to have no end— which was to ensure the indulgence never ended, and that the night would stretch into dawn.

Sereia covered her mouth as a loud laugh left her mouth at one of the stories Abraxas Malfoy had just shared with the table, and she watched in amusement Rosier's cheeks flushed crimson, his embarrassment laid bare for all to see.

She was aware she had drank just a tad bit too much— over her usual limit. The world around her took on a surreal quality, the edges blurring as if dipped in a haze of euphoria. Her movements grew languid, each gesture carrying the weight of lazy indulgence. Every joke, no matter how tasteless, elicited uproarious laughter, and she found herself laughing along, her own amusement magnified by the alcohol coursing through her veins. She was only comforted by the fact that she was not the only one inebriated. In fact, she was the most composed out of the rest who were howling with laughter.

Of course, Sereia had also taken notice that Riddle had only drunk one glass and left the refilled one untouched. He was like a lone island of sobriety in the sea of intoxication that surrounded him. She struggled to make sense as to why he did not join in. After all, what was the fun in being frigidly sober when the rest of your company danced on the edge of reality, wild with intoxication?

She had also been aware of how his eyes would rest on her longer than necessary. Longer than what was considered a fleeting glance. It was unsettling, this unwavering observation. His gaze held her like a moth drawn to a flame, analyzing her quirks, her gestures, absorbing every nuance of her being.

What did not help, was the fact that he was right beside her. She could physically feel his presence, the warmth of his body, the little sounds as shifted in his seat, his mindless little hums that were unheard by anyone except her.

Perhaps it was the wine. The alcohol had dulled her senses and made her hyperaware of his presence in a way that was both thrilling and disconcerting.

Or perhaps she had become delirious with want in just one day.

Sereia glanced at him when his name was mentioned in yet another tale that Abraxas was telling animatedly, her eyes roving over the little furrow of his brows, the imperceptible frown of his lips as she traced the shape of them with her gaze. She found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the contours of his face— and then he met her stare.

Shit. She had been caught.

Yet the alcohol buzzing through her veins emboldened her, and instead of turning away in hot embarrassment, she blinked up at him through her lashes, her gaze holding his for a moment longer before she casually redirected her attention back to the ongoing conversation.

As her fingers wrapped around the stem of her wine glass, she felt a sudden, deliberate brush of warmth against her outer thigh. Glancing down, she realized that Tom's leg was gently pressed against hers. Heat surged through her veins, her grip on the glass tightening involuntarily, suddenly hyperaware of their proximity. She shifted in her seat, trying to tamp down the fire that threatened to consume her.

"Tom? Don't you agree?" Abraxas bellowed from the opposite side of the table, glancing at his friend expectantly. Tom leaned on the table, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of Sereia's chair casually, and his other hand on the table, as he glanced at Abraxas.

"Agree with what?"

"See! I told you he was not listening!" Rosier's triumphant tone cut through the room as he slammed his palm on his thigh, emphasizing his point. The wizard next to Sereia rolled his eyes before sinking back into his chair, his hand still lingering possessively at the back of her seat.

"Busy thinking about your earlier library escapade?" Sereia snarked, lowering her tone so no one but Tom would her snide comment. She glanced up at him, realising a moment too late how the positioning of his arm had made them closer, but she did not back away, set on making the wizard uncomfortable. His eyes met hers, and she noticed the way they visibly darkened in intensity.

"Watch your mouth," he hissed, his tone low and warning.

Sereia was not one to back away, so with the edge of her mouth curling into a challenging smirk, she asked— "oh, you do not want your dirty laundry aired? Or is there another issue?"

"You misunderstand, Nova. Do not talk about things you have no knowledge of," he replied, his voice measured, giving nothing away.

"Oh, I assure you, it is not hard to guess what exactly was happening behind those library doors."

"Do you?" He inquired, his gaze holding hers.

"Mhm." The girl turned her head, ending their silent standoff. She raised her glass to her lips, taking a generous sip to ease her nerves.

Tom watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as her plump lips curved around the glass, the delicate arch of her throat as she swallowed the crimson liquid, the tantalizing trace of her tongue that lingered on her lips, collecting the remnants of wine.

He forced himself to look away, his jaw clenched, as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Not being used to not having the last word, he spoke up once again. "You know nothing."

"Oh come on, Riddle, how naive do you think I am?"

"What would a girl of your upbringing know about such things?" He questioned a hint of condescension in his voice.

Sereia bristled and her tone took on a sharp and incisive edge. "Walburga is of the same upbringing as well, and yet you sullied her."

"Enough."

"Just stating the truth, Riddle. It stings, does it not?" Sereia raised a challenging brow, her smirk triumphant. When he found no immediate reply, she excused herself from the table with a satisfied smirk, leaving him behind, lost in his own thoughts.

As she began ascending the spiral stairs, she distantly heard Riddle excuse himself. She briefly registered his footsteps sounding closer and closer, yet she paid no mind to it, set on her destination. What she did not expect, was for her wrist to suddenly be snatched roughly, causing her to stumble back and crash into his chest.

She glared up at him, struggling to pull her hand free from his clutch. "What do you think you're doing?"

She watched as Tom's mouth curled into a sneer, and he pulled her closer by her arm. "You think you can have the last word, little siren? Think you can just put on a show and leave with no consequences?"

Sereia swallowed, her eyes flickering between his as she attempted to form coherent thoughts. "Riddle—"

He brought a finger to her lips to shush her. "No. You don't get to say anything. Attempt to speak again and I will shut you up in a manner that you might not like."

She shuddered in his hold, his low voice, his threatening tone travelling through her body to her lower stomach, igniting a fire in her core.

"Let me go. Who do you think you a—"

True to his word, Tom removed his finger— only to replace it with his lips, effectively cutting her mid-sentence. His kiss was bruising, angry, as if he was attempting to release all his built-up frustration for her through this kiss. The pent-up tension that had crackled in the air between them seemed to snap away like a broken dam. It was an unravelling, a surrender to the magnetic pull that Tom had felt for the girl since seeing her for the first time.

Sereia responded to the kiss with equal fervour, moving her lips against his like the final, cathartic end of a storm. All thoughts of their previous banter faded away, leaving only a heady intoxication in its wake. She felt drunk on his taste— a potent mix of desire and desperation— a flavour she knew she could never possibly get enough of not that she had experienced it.

Loud, raucous laughter and the clatter of silverware from the dining room below suddenly shattered the spell of the moment, and Tom pulled away as if her skin had burnt him. Sereia took a deep breath, feeling the heat creep up her neck as reality came crashing back in an unwelcome intrusion.

Her eyes locked with his in a fleeting moment, and seeing his strained expression, she suddenly had the urge to run. Swallowing a lump down her throat, she turned and fled, her steps quick and unsteady, her heart pounding like a caged bird desperate for escape. She didn't dare look back, didn't dare face the myriad of emotions swirling in her chest.

She knew getting caught up in the web woven by Tom Riddle's mistrustful hands was dangerous. Antoine's warning echoed in her head as she shut the door behind her, and leaned against it to catch her breath.

"Tom has a notorious reputation for taking hearts and bleeding them dry."

Sereia was sure that she was utterly and completely fucked.

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PART 3

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lemotmo · 9 months

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Listen, everyone has a right to their opinion and I'm in full support of that. Love the book, hate the movie, hate the book, love the movie, hate both, love both... it's all valid.

That being said, I've read quite a few posts and reviews that talk about the lack of realism in the movie (and even partly in the book, but less so). But isn't that kind of the whole point of a good romantic comedy? A romcom is all about escapism. You travel to this fantastic world where it's possible to fall in love in 15 minutes. It's all about soulmates and perfect romantic love. Sure, there are some hurdles along the way, but nothing that can truly stop the lovers from being together in the end.

If you think about all the great romcoms: Sleepless in Seattle, You've got mail, While you were sleeping, Never been kissed, Serendipity, Notting Hill, The Proposal, 8 weeks notice, Leap Year, Chasing Liberty... and many more I can't think of right now. All of these movies are completely unrealistic. I mean, a guy gets together with the journalist that actively stalks him and his child (Sleepless in Seattle)? A woman lies her way into a family by telling everyone that she's romantically involved with their family member who is in a coma (While you were sleeping)? A female police officer goes udercover in a school and gets involved with a teacher, while this teacher actively falls in love with someone he believes to be a minor (Never been kissed)? A man and woman meet during Christmas and spend one evening together, the guy gets obsessed with finding her again, going so far as to dump his long-term loving girlfriend to find the woman he doesn't really know anything about, not even her name (Serendipity)? And the list goes on and on.

The point of a romcom is not what happens after they officially get together and have conquered all the hurdles in their path. That would be boring. The point is that you see two people fall in love over and over again in the most unrealistic, but very romantic ways. And because it's a fantasy, it transports you into that world for a moment where magic like this happens and true love ALWAYS reigns. This in contrast to our own reality where true love like that doesn't really exist, because relationships take time to grow and develop and maintaining them takes a lot of work.

So yeah, to briefly live in a world where the son of the US president and an English Prince get to live happily ever after, is great fun. Realistic? No. But it was never meant to be. It's simply a great romantic love story that makes you sigh, cry and smile. Escapism of the finest sort. Just like all the other great romcoms that went before.

#red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #firstprince #the point of romcoms

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Stellar Serendipity

Another story for Codywan bingo for @codywanbingo I hope you'll like it. @swfandomevents

The prompt for this story was Blind date, it's a bit different, but I still think it could be considered blind datish.

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars whispered ancient secrets and galaxies danced in silent harmony, there existed a marvel of human ambition and architectural wonder: the Celestial Haven. This space station, a gleaming jewel set against the velvet backdrop of space, was a testament to the ingenuity and spirit of cooperation that thrived among the planets of the Galactic Alliance.

Orbiting a mesmerizing nebula, with its swirls of color painting a celestial canvas, the Celestial Haven was more than a mere outpost; it was a symbol of peace and prosperity, a meeting point for the diverse cultures that dotted the star-studded expanse of the universe. Its structure, a harmonious blend of elegance and functionality, featured domes and spires that mirrored the distant stars, while its interiors were adorned with the finest materials from countless worlds – luminescent stones from the caves of Glimmera, rare woods from the forests of Verdantia, and woven silks spun by the artisans of Serica.

On this particular galactic cycle, the Celestial Haven was abuzz with anticipation for an event of unparalleled significance – a grand gala to raise funds for the restoration of war-torn planets. This noble cause had drawn dignitaries, philanthropists, and heroes from across the galaxies, each contributing to a future where the scars of war could be healed and harmony restored. The gala was to feature an auction, an event not merely for the exchange of rare and valuable items but also an opportunity for the influential attendees to display their generosity and commitment to the galactic community.

In the heart of the station, the grand ballroom awaited its esteemed guests. Vast and opulent, with high ceilings that simulated the night sky of a thousand worlds, it was an arena of splendor. Holographic projectors cast soft, ambient light, creating an ethereal atmosphere that was both inviting and awe-inspiring. Tables adorned with exotic centerpieces and the finest culinary delights from across the stars were arranged with meticulous care, ensuring that the evening would be both a feast for the senses and a testament to the cause that had brought them all together.

At the center of the ballroom, a raised dais served as the focal point for the auction. Here, the most prized offerings would be presented, each carrying the promise of significant contributions to the reconstruction efforts. Among these, unbeknownst to one of the key figures of the night, was a lot that would serve as the catalyst for an unexpected and profound connection.

In this setting, where the wonders of the universe converged and the hopes of many rested, the stage was set for an evening that would be remembered not just for its grandeur and philanthropy, but for the serendipitous moments and unforeseen encounters that would unfold under the watchful eyes of a billion stars.

Under the ethereal glow of the Celestial Haven's grand ballroom, where the universe's elite gathered in a symphony of lights and whispers, the Stewjoni envoy navigated the gala with a demeanor as serene as the tranquil hills of his homeworld. Clad in robes that whispered of distant stars and deep oceans, he was a portrait of poise, his every gesture an echo of the calm that reigned in the lush landscapes of Stewjon.

As he conversed with diplomats and scholars, his keen eyes observed the room, taking in the myriad stories each guest carried. It was then that his gaze fell upon a figure he recognized, not from personal acquaintance but from the holo-news that often featured tales of valor and heroism from across the galaxies. This man, standing with the easy confidence of one who had commanded legions, was the celebrated Commander known as Cody. The Stewjoni envoy had heard of his exploits, tales of courage and strategic brilliance that had turned the tide of battles in the Galactic Armed Forces' favor.

There was something about the commander that intrigued the envoy from Stewjon. Perhaps it was the juxtaposition of the commander's battle-hardened exterior with the warmth he exuded, or perhaps it was the subtle hints of depth and introspection that seemed to flicker in his eyes – a suggestion that there was more to this man than medals and accolades. The envoy felt a pull of curiosity, a desire to understand the story behind those eyes that had seen so much.

As the night progressed, the Stewjoni envoy found himself increasingly drawn to the idea of meeting the commander. When whispers of the evening's charity auction began to ripple through the crowd, mentioning that a dinner with Commander Cody was to be auctioned to support the war-torn planets' rebuilding, a plan began to form in the envoy's mind. Here was an opportunity, not just to contribute to a noble cause but also to satiate his curiosity about the man who had become a legend in the annals of the Galactic Armed Forces.

This notion, initially a mere flicker of interest, grew into a resolve. The Stewjoni envoy, known for his diplomacy and wisdom, saw in this potential meeting a chance for a unique exchange of perspectives – a dialogue that could transcend the ordinary and venture into realms of understanding and camaraderie rarely explored in the usual circles of galactic diplomacy. The thought of bidding for the dinner became less about the act of winning and more about the promise of a conversation that could bridge worlds and experiences, a rare opportunity in the often-scripted dances of interstellar politics.

Thus, as the auction drew near, the envoy from Stewjon readied himself, not as a bidder in a charity event, but as a seeker of stories, eager to unravel the layers of a man known to many but understood by few. In the cosmic waltz of the gala, amidst the swirling nebulas and distant stars that adorned the Celestial Haven, a new chapter was waiting to be written, one that would weave the tales of a diplomat and a commander into a narrative spun from starlight and shared destinies.

As the evening unfurled its tapestry of starlit conversations and laughter, the Stewjoni envoy, accompanied by a close confidant, navigated the intricate social labyrinth of the gala. His friend, Quinlan, a man of sharp wit and insightful observations, provided a contrasting but complementary presence to the envoy's calm demeanor.

They moved through the room, a pair of celestial drifters weaving through constellations of diplomats, merchants, and scholars. The envoy, with a mind as vast as the cosmos, engaged in exchanges that were more than mere pleasantries. Each conversation was a subtle dance of intellect and empathy, revealing the layers beneath the glittering facades of the gala's attendees.

As they conversed, Quinlan, ever the astute observer, noted the way others gravitated towards his friend. It wasn't just the Stewjoni's diplomatic acumen that drew them in; it was the genuine interest and depth he brought to every interaction. In a universe where words were often currency, the envoy's conversations were a rare commodity – sincere, thoughtful, and enlightening.

Amidst a discussion on interstellar trade dynamics with a merchant from the Core Worlds, the envoy's attention subtly shifted. Across the room, the commander, unaware of the silent regard, engaged in his own sphere of influence. His laughter, unburdened and sincere, cut through the hum of the room, a testament to a spirit unchained from the weight of command, if only for a night.

Quinlan, noticing the envoy's diverted attention, leaned in. "He's quite the figure, isn't he?" he remarked, a playful nudge in his tone. "The commander, I mean. I've heard the stories, but seeing him here, he's... different than I expected."

The envoy nodded, his eyes reflecting a galaxy of thought. "Indeed," he replied, his voice a soft echo of distant stars. "There's a depth to him, layers that the tales of heroism don't reveal. It's intriguing."

As they continued their stroll, the envoy engaged with various attendees, each interaction a brushstroke in the canvas of his diplomatic artistry. He spoke of peace and progress, of art and culture, his words weaving a tapestry that encompassed the myriad aspects of galactic society. And in each conversation, whether it was with a junior diplomat in awe of his presence or a seasoned politician seeking his counsel, the envoy's essence shone through – a beacon of wisdom and integrity.

As the night waned and the moment of the auction drew near, Quinlan remarked, "You're considering bidding, aren't you? For the dinner with the commander?"

The envoy's response was a contemplative silence, a serene sea amidst the swirling gala. "It's an opportunity for a unique dialogue, Quinlan," he finally said. "A meeting of minds and experiences that could be quite enlightening."

Quinlan smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Just remember, my friend, the galaxy is full of surprises. This dinner might just be one of them."

****

The commander, immersed in the vibrant tapestry of the gala, found his attention invariably drawn to the enigmatic figure of the red-headed Stewjoni envoy. Among a sea of galactic diversity, there was something about the man that stood out - perhaps it was the way his blue eyes seemed to hold entire galaxies within them, or the serene confidence that emanated from his every gesture.

Rex, the commander's brother, a man of keen perception and unshakable loyalty, leaned in closer, his voice low but tinged with amusement. "You seem quite taken with our distinguished diplomat over there," he observed, his gaze flicking towards the envoy.

The commander, usually a fortress of composure, felt a rare flush of warmth at the comment. "He's an interesting figure," he admitted, his gaze lingering on the Stewjoni. "There's a depth to him, something... compelling."

Rex chuckled softly, "Well, the night is young, and the gala is full of opportunities. Who knows, you might get a chance to discover what lies beneath that diplomatic exterior."

The commander nodded, a thoughtful expression etching his features. The idea of a conversation with the envoy was unexpectedly appealing - a chance to step away from the usual military discourse and delve into a realm of thought and reflection he seldom explored.

As the evening progressed, the commander found himself inadvertently seeking glimpses of the Stewjoni amidst the crowd. There was an effortless grace about him, a tranquility that seemed almost out of place in the bustling gala. It was as if he carried a piece of his serene homeworld with him, a calm eye in the storm of galactic politics.

Meanwhile, the Stewjoni envoy, in his gentle orbit around the room, shared moments of connection and insight with various guests. His discussions were more than mere small talk; they were gateways into understanding, bridges built between worlds and cultures. Yet, even as he conversed, his awareness was acutely tuned to the commander's presence in the room, an unspoken acknowledgment of the silent thread that seemed to connect them across the distance.

As the time for the auction approached, a ripple of excitement coursed through the guests. The commander, usually indifferent to such events, felt an unusual sense of anticipation. Glancing once more at the Stewjoni, he wondered, not for the first time that evening, what a conversation with him would reveal.

***

As the gala transitioned into its next phase, the grandeur of the Celestial Haven's ballroom was elevated by the anticipation of the upcoming auction. The guests, having indulged in a sumptuous dinner that was a melange of interstellar cuisines, now directed their attention to the dais. The auction, a centerpiece of the evening's proceedings, promised both excitement and charitable generosity.

The commander, still in a mix of contemplation and inadvertent observation of the Stewjoni envoy, was abruptly jolted from his thoughts by the mention of the next item for auction. His brother, Rex, wearing a mischievous grin that was all too familiar, leaned in and whispered, "You can thank me later for this."

Before the commander could react, the auctioneer's voice boomed across the room, announcing the next lot: "A dinner with the renowned Commander Cody, hero of the Galactic Armed Forces!" The commander's eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned to his brother, his expression a blend of surprise and mild irritation.

"Rex, what have you done?" he hissed, his usual composure slipping momentarily.

Rex chuckled, unfazed by the commander's reaction. "Consider it a contribution to the cause, brother. Besides, it's just dinner. Who knows, you might enjoy it."

The commander shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite his annoyance. He resigned himself to his fate, his gaze inadvertently seeking the Stewjoni envoy across the room. What would he think of this spectacle?

Meanwhile, the envoy, having enjoyed the diverse flavors of the gala's dinner, found his attention captured by the auction. When the dinner with Commander Cody was announced, a ripple of intrigue passed through him. The commander, a subject of his earlier musings, was now the centerpiece of this charitable endeavor. He felt a tug of curiosity, an unspoken desire to know more about the man behind the legend.

The bidding began, a playful yet earnest war of numbers. The envoy, with a calm resolve, joined the fray. Each bid he made was thoughtful, a reflection of his genuine interest in meeting the commander, not just as a famed military figure, but as a person with his own tales and perspectives.

The guests watched in fascination as the numbers climbed, the atmosphere charged with a blend of excitement and curiosity. The commander, meanwhile, stood somewhat bemused, a reluctant participant turned focal point in a bidding battle he never expected to be part of.

As the bids reached their zenith, the Stewjoni envoy cast a final bid, a decisive number that echoed through the ballroom. A hush fell over the crowd as the auctioneer called once, twice, and then declared, "Sold to the distinguished envoy from Stewjon!"

The commander, now committed to a dinner with the red-haired diplomat, felt an unexpected surge of anticipation. The prospect of an evening in the company of the Stewjoni, a man who had intrigued him from across the room, suddenly seemed less daunting and more like an opportunity for a unique exchange.

Across the room, the envoy allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. The auction had been a means to an end - a chance to delve into the depths of a man who had captured his interest in a way few had. As the crowd applauded and the auction moved on to its next lot, both men looked forward to the dinner that would bring them together, each contemplating the possibilities that lay in the shared meal under the stars.

The Stewjoni envoy, his heart echoing the pulsating rhythm of the gala, watched the final moments of the auction with a sense of fulfillment mingled with a faint undercurrent of apprehension. His final bid, assertive yet unassuming, had sealed the fate of the evening, propelling him towards a future encounter that seemed to promise more than just a charitable dinner.

As the auctioneer's voice declared his victory, a hush of satisfaction washed over him, mingling with the soft clapping of the guests. He stood there, a solitary figure amidst the sea of faces, his gaze momentarily lost in the cosmic tapestry above. The weight of the moment was not lost on him – he had not just secured a dinner with the commander, but also stepped into the realm of the unknown, a narrative yet to unfold.

Quinlan, standing beside him, offered a gentle nudge, pulling him back from his reverie. "Well played," he said, his voice a mix of admiration and curiosity. "I sense there's more to this than meets the eye."

The envoy turned to his friend, the corners of his mouth lifting in a soft smile. "Perhaps," he replied, his voice a quiet reflection of his thoughts. "There's a depth to Commander Cody that intrigues me. This dinner... it's a chance to explore that, to understand the man beyond the legend."

As the crowd dispersed, moving on to the next item, the envoy felt a gaze upon him. Glancing across the room, his eyes met those of the commander. In that brief exchange, a silent conversation seemed to pass between them – an acknowledgment of the journey they were about to embark upon.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of conversations and laughter, but the envoy's thoughts remained anchored to the upcoming dinner. He found himself anticipating the exchange of stories and perspectives, the unveiling of the layers that made up the commander's persona.

As the gala drew to a close, the envoy excused himself from the dwindling clusters of guests, his mind adrift in a sea of possibilities. The night sky above Celestial Haven, a canvas of distant suns and swirling galaxies, seemed to mirror the whirlwind of thoughts that filled his mind.

Walking through the quiet corridors of the station, the envoy pondered the commander's reaction to the auction. Was there a hint of surprise in his eyes? A flicker of curiosity? The thought brought a subtle warmth to the envoy's heart, a sense of connection to someone who, until a few hours ago, had been just another face in the galaxy.

In the solitude of his quarters, the Stewjoni envoy gazed out at the vast expanse of space, a witness to the eternal dance of stars and planets. Tonight, he mused, the universe had spun a new thread in the tapestry of his life – one that was intertwined with that of Commander Cody. And as the stars twinkled in silent harmony, he found himself eagerly awaiting the unfolding of this new chapter, under the watchful eyes of the cosmos.

***

The following evening, under the soft glow of Celestial Haven’s artificial stars, the grand space station's renowned restaurant, Nebula's Embrace, prepared to host a unique dinner. The establishment, known for its exquisite cuisine and breathtaking views of the cosmos, was a symphony of elegance and tranquility, a fitting backdrop for the anticipated meeting between the Stewjoni envoy and Commander Cody.

As the envoy made his way to the restaurant, his mind was a calm sea with undercurrents of anticipation. The quiet hum of the station seemed to resonate with his thoughts, each step bringing him closer to the enigmatic figure who had occupied his musings since the auction. He entered Nebula's Embrace, the soft lighting and gentle music wrapping around him like a warm, cosmic breeze.

Commander Cody, already seated at a private table with a panoramic view of the twinkling nebula outside, felt a subtle shift in the air as the envoy approached. Clad in a less formal, yet equally dignified attire than the night before, the Stewjoni's presence brought a sense of serene confidence to the room.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the vastness of space seemed to converge into the shared space between them. The commander rose, a gesture of respect mingling with a slight unease that was uncharacteristic of his usually composed demeanor.

"Envoy," he greeted, his voice a grounded echo in the high-ceilinged room.

"Commander Cody," the envoy replied, extending his hand. The handshake was firm, a physical manifestation of their mutual respect.

As they took their seats, the initial exchange of pleasantries was a dance of diplomacy and politeness, each man acutely aware of the other's reputation and stature. The waiter's arrival to take their order provided a brief respite from the burgeoning intensity of their conversation.

The commander, typically at ease in the throes of battle or the camaraderie of his troops, found himself navigating unfamiliar territory. "I must admit," he began, his words tinged with a hint of wry humor, "this isn't exactly my usual field of operation."

The envoy's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I find that the most interesting conversations often happen outside our comfort zones," he replied, his voice smooth like the flow of a gentle river.

As they delved into their meal, the initial awkwardness gradually gave way to a more relaxed exchange. The conversation ebbed and flowed, touching upon topics of galactic politics, the beauty of unexplored planets, and the intricacies of interstellar diplomacy.

The commander, intrigued by the envoy's perspectives, found himself sharing anecdotes from his own experiences – moments of triumph, reflections on leadership, and the quieter, more introspective thoughts that rarely saw the light of day.

The envoy listened, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding and an empathy that transcended words. He shared his own journey, the stories of Stewjon, and the delicate art of balancing personal beliefs with the demands of diplomacy.

As the evening progressed, the barrier of titles and roles seemed to dissolve, replaced by a genuine connection between two individuals with rich, yet vastly different, tapestries of life. Laughter and thoughtful contemplation filled the gaps, weaving a bond that was both unexpected and profound.

Outside, the nebula continued its silent waltz across the cosmos, a backdrop to the unfolding story within Nebula's Embrace. The dinner, initially an obligation for a charitable cause, had transformed into a meeting of minds and souls, a testament to the unpredictable nature of the universe.

In the quiet corners of the restaurant, away from the prying eyes of the galaxy, the Stewjoni envoy and Commander Cody discovered a shared curiosity and respect, the seeds of a friendship that promised to grow in the fertile ground of understanding and mutual admiration. As they parted ways for the night, there was a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold, a starlit path unwinding before them in the grand expanse of space.

As the Stewjoni envoy, Obi-Wan, and Commander Cody settled into the serene ambiance of Nebula's Embrace, their conversation began to weave through the layers of their initial acquaintance.

"Commander, I must admit, this is a departure from the usual diplomatic dinners I'm accustomed to," Obi-Wan said, initiating their dialogue with a tone of gentle curiosity.

Cody, with a lightness in his demeanor, responded, "I can see that, Obi-Wan. And for me, this is miles away from the strategy rooms and battlefields. But it's a welcome change."

A soft chuckle escaped Obi-Wan. "Perhaps tonight is an opportunity for us both to step outside our comfort zones. Tell me, Cody, when you're not on the battlefield, what occupies your thoughts?"

Pausing to reflect, Cody replied, "Peace, mostly. On the field, it feels like a distant dream. But evenings like this... they make it seem within reach."

Obi-Wan nodded thoughtfully. "Peace is indeed a complex goal. It's an intricate balance of many factors, some known and many hidden."

"That's true," Cody agreed. "Your life must be quite the balancing act too, Obi-Wan. Diplomacy is an art in itself."

"It is a journey of continuous learning," Obi-Wan mused. "The universe is a mosaic of perspectives. Harmonizing them is both challenging and rewarding."

Their conversation meandered, touching upon personal philosophies, experiences, and even humorous anecdotes. Cody shared a story from his early military days, drawing a hearty laugh from Obi-Wan.

"And what about you, Obi-Wan?" Cody asked, a smile playing on his lips. "Any memorable moments in the world of diplomacy?"

"With pleasure," Obi-Wan replied, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "There was an incident on Tiberia that involved some delicate negotiations and rather... spirited local fauna."

The evening progressed with an ease and depth that surprised them both. The formality of their initial meeting dissolved into a genuine and engaging exchange.

Leaning back, Cody looked at Obi-Wan and remarked, "I didn't expect this evening to be anything more than a formal obligation. But talking with you, Obi-Wan, has been a real pleasure."

"I feel the same, Cody," Obi-Wan replied, his expression reflecting the genuine connection they had forged. "This evening has been unexpectedly enlightening."

As they concluded their dinner, the shared experience of the evening hung between them, rich with the promise of future conversations. "I hope this isn't our last discussion, Cody," Obi-Wan said, extending his hand.

Cody grasped it firmly, warmth evident in his grip. "I'd like that, Obi-Wan. There's a lot more we could talk about."

As Obi-Wan and Cody stood to leave, the restaurant's soft lighting casting long, gentle shadows across the floor, there was a shared reluctance to end what had been an unexpectedly fulfilling evening. The nebula outside the window continued its silent, majestic dance, mirroring the swirling thoughts and emotions that filled the space between them.

Obi-Wan, walking alongside Cody towards the exit, was lost in a sea of contemplation. He had attended countless dinners and met numerous individuals throughout his diplomatic career, but none had struck a chord within him quite like this. 'There's a depth to Cody that's both intriguing and refreshing,' he thought. 'And the ease of our conversation... it's not something I encounter often.'

Cody, similarly, found himself reflecting on the evening with a sense of newfound discovery. The straightforward, battle-hardened commander was unaccustomed to the subtleties of emotional introspection, but something about Obi-Wan had ignited a spark of introspection. 'He's not just a skilled diplomat; there's a genuine warmth to him,' he mused. 'And the way we connected... it's rare to find someone you can just talk to, really talk to.'

As they reached the entrance of the restaurant, a brief pause in their steps marked an unspoken acknowledgment of the connection they had formed. Obi-Wan turned to Cody, his blue eyes reflecting the starlight. "I must say, Cody, this evening was more than I expected. It's been a pleasure."

Cody met his gaze, a sincere smile forming on his lips. "I couldn't agree more, Obi-Wan. It's been... eye-opening, to say the least."

In the quiet of the station's corridor, a moment of silence hung between them, charged with the unspoken recognition of a mutual attraction. Both men, each typically reserved in expressing personal sentiments, found themselves at the edge of a revelation.

Obi-Wan, taking a deep breath, allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. "Cody, I hope you don't mind my saying, but I find myself quite... drawn to you. It's not often that I meet someone who I can connect with on such a level."

Cody's expression softened, a hint of surprise mingling with a sense of understanding. "Obi-Wan, I feel the same. Tonight was more than just a pleasant dinner. There's something about you... it's compelling."

In the quiet corridor, the admission hung in the air, a testament to the rare connection they had discovered. They stood there for a moment, each processing the significance of their exchange, the possibilities that lay ahead.

As they parted ways, there was a shared look of anticipation, a silent promise of future encounters. Obi-Wan walked back to his quarters, his thoughts a blend of excitement and introspection. 'Could this be the start of something more?' he wondered, the question lingering in his mind like a distant star waiting to be explored.

Cody, heading in the opposite direction, felt a similar stirring of possibilities. The commander, so used to certainty and decisiveness, found himself embracing the uncertainty of what lay ahead with Obi-Wan. 'There's potential here,' he thought, a sense of hopeful anticipation lighting his path.

In their separate quarters, as they gazed out at the vast expanse of space, both men found themselves contemplating the same starlit horizon, each pondering the newfound connection that had blossomed in the celestial embrace of the galaxy.

The morning after their dinner, the space station Celestial Haven awoke to the hum of activity, its corridors alive with the bustle of departing guests and the rhythmic pulse of machinery. The nebula outside cast a soft, diffused light through the windows, painting the station in hues of dawn.

Obi-Wan, having spent a restless night mulling over the possibilities that the evening with Cody had unveiled, prepared to leave with a mind full of thoughts and a heart subtly alight with anticipation. As he packed his belongings, his thoughts kept drifting back to their conversation, to the genuine connection they had forged. 'There's something there worth exploring,' he thought, a rare sense of excitement bubbling within him.

Meanwhile, Cody, in his own quarters, was similarly reflective. The commander, usually so sure-footed and decisive, found himself in a rare state of contemplation. The previous evening had opened a door to something new, something uncharted yet undeniably intriguing. 'Obi-Wan is different,' he mused, a sense of curiosity and hope weaving through his thoughts. 'This could be the start of something meaningful.'

Their paths crossed unexpectedly in one of the station's grand corridors, a serendipitous encounter that seemed almost fated. Obi-Wan, carrying his travel bag, stopped in his tracks as he saw Cody approaching from the opposite direction.

"Commander, good morning," he greeted, his voice carrying a warmth that had been absent before their dinner.

Cody, seeing Obi-Wan, felt a smile naturally form on his lips. "Obi-Wan, morning. Heading out?"

"Yes, my duties call me back," Obi-Wan replied. "But I must say, I'm glad we ran into each other."

Cody nodded, a sense of agreement evident in his gaze. "I was thinking the same. About last night, I..." He paused, searching for the right words. "I'd like to stay in touch, if that's alright with you."

Obi-Wan's eyes lit up with a quiet joy. "I'd like that very much, Cody. There's a lot more we could talk about."

They exchanged a look, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Cody reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek device. "Here's my contact. I'm not always easy to reach, but I'll make sure to respond."

Obi-Wan took the offered device, keying in his own information. "And here's mine. I travel quite a bit, but I'll make sure we find time to continue our conversation."

As they exchanged their contact details, there was a sense of promise in the air, a tacit agreement that this was not the end but the beginning of something new and exciting.

With a final exchange of understanding smiles, they parted ways, each heading towards their respective ships. As Obi-Wan walked towards his vessel, he felt a sense of lightness, a feeling of having stumbled upon a rare and precious find in the vastness of the galaxy.

Cody, making his way to his own ship, felt a similar sentiment. The commander, a man who had always found solace in the certainty of his military life, found himself embracing the uncertainty of what lay ahead with Obi-Wan, a journey of discovery that promised to be as vast and profound as the universe itself.

In their separate journeys across the stars, both men carried with them the memory of their encounter and the anticipation of future conversations. The universe, in its infinite expanse, had brought them together, two souls adrift in the cosmic dance, now connected by a shared orbit of possibility and hope.

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escapingrealityforamoment · 10 months

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• At the Little Mermaid premiere, Y/N captures Jonah Hauer-King's attention. They connect at the after-party and begin a love story filled with magic and serendipity.

The excitement was palpable as Y/N stood among the crowd at the grand premiere of the live-action adaptation of "The Little Mermaid." As a devoted fan of both the original animated film and the actor Jonah Hauer-King, Y/N couldn't contain their anticipation for the cinematic spectacle about to unfold.

Dressed in their finest attire, Y/N admired the dazzling setting, with the red carpet stretching before them. The stars of the film arrived one by one, gracing the event with their presence. And then, there he was—Jonah Hauer-King, the talented actor who would bring the beloved Prince Eric to life.

As Jonah stepped onto the red carpet, the cameras flashed, capturing his every move. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met for a brief moment. There was something captivating about Jonah's presence that made it feel like he was looking directly at them.

Filled with a surge of courage, Y/N couldn't resist taking out their phone to capture the moment. With steady hands, they managed to snap a photo of Jonah, capturing his mesmerizing smile and the twinkle in his eyes.

After the premiere, Y/N found themselves at an after-party, still exhilarated from the magical experience. Surrounded by the glitz and glamour of the event, they felt a tap on their shoulder. Turning around, they were met with the warm gaze of Jonah Hauer-King himself.

"Hi there," Jonah said with a genuine smile, recognizing Y/N from the premiere. "I couldn't help but notice you in the crowd. Your enthusiasm was infectious. Mind if I join you?"

Y/N's heart raced with a mix of excitement and disbelief as they welcomed Jonah into their company. They exchanged stories, laughter, and shared their mutual love for "The Little Mermaid." Jonah was captivated by Y/N's genuine passion and their unique perspective on the film.

As the night progressed, Y/N and Jonah found themselves engrossed in conversations that seemed to transcend time. They laughed, they shared dreams and aspirations, and their connection deepened with each passing moment.

In that magical evening, Y/N discovered that the red carpet wasn't just a pathway for stars—it was a bridge that brought people together. Jonah, equally enamored by Y/N's presence, realized that sometimes the most enchanting moments can happen when you least expect them.

From that night forward, Y/N and Jonah's lives intertwined in a love story that blossomed under the spotlight. Their connection, sparked at the premiere, continued to flourish as they explored the depths of their shared interests, passions, and the adventures that lay ahead.

In the end, Y/N's presence at the Little Mermaid premiere became more than just a fan's experience—it became the beginning of a journey filled with love, serendipity, and the magic that only the movies and true connections can bring.

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corrupted-serendipminie-writes · 5 months

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Secret Society of Evil Writeblrs

Masterlist of members~

[Warning! This document contains classified information. Proceed?] YES NO ^

Writers have the most brilliant minds. The ability to be able to create entire realms through the simple use of words is an unparalleled talent. That power, used for good, can benefit real people and fictional characters alike. But used for evil... Writers have the most brilliant minds. And thus, they can dream up the most creative and illustrous crimes pulled off in innovative ways the likes of which our world has never seen.

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~ Keep the asks sfw if you please

~ No random links in asks (if they are there, please specify what they are)

~ Be kind. We are all real people. Any hateful comments related but not limited to racism, sexism, homophobia, ableism, ageism and transphobia will not be tolerated here and you may be blocked.

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~ Anons are more than welcome here!

Members:

~ Madame Minthe Serendipity (@corrupted-serendipminie-writes) 📖

THE ARCHIVIST

The wealthy heiress to a company providing the finest blood wine in the world, Madame Minthe is the mysterious sort, although filled with a delicate charm and blessed with enchanting beauty. There is something... eternal about her charisma.

She was married and widowed seven times (to people of various gender), and each of her spouses disappeared suddenly without a trace. After these losses, however, Minthe never did seem distraught. In fact, there was a certain glow about her that incited interest. She seemed to not age past the ripe age of twenty-three.

To this day, she works in a highly protected study with her spell book collection, where she compiles archives and analyzes past historical crimes. For inspiration, perhaps?

Interpersonal relationships:

Dr. Finley Rose: "They are an aquaintance... an ally, perhaps. They have quite the sense of humour and a flair for the dramatics."

Dr. Cami Einar: "She is delightful... the best possible person I could have come across in my grandfather's old castle. A most excellent scientist, indeed."

Phoenix: "Xey seem to be quite reserved... mmm, no matter. I haven't made an enemy out of xem yet, so I'll pay it no mind."

~ Doctor Finley Rose (@evil-lordcatwich)🪀

THE INVENTOR

Doctor Rose is a professional at putting together masterpieces out of almost nothing at all. Their brilliant mind is credited with creating multiple concoctions and devises that exist solely for the cruel purpose of torture.

They make billions of dollars each year by selling their brilliant creations across dimensional thresholds to the villains short of time to create their own contraptions.

It's possible to find the doctor working well into the wee hours of the morning on some brilliant machine in their laboratory, located in a secluded area of Washington.

Finley never, ever speaks of their past truthfully, making up some new variation of a story on the spot if they’re asked too much. The most anyone can glean is that they “fell in with the wrong people and paid for it”, and that “It did get me where I am today, so that's a plus."

Interpersonal relationships:

Madame Minthe Serendipity: "They're cool. Not much else to say, not yet."

Dr. Cami Einar: "She's really fun to annoy! She makes really great stuff, too- every time I… borrow one of her inventions, it's like a whole new world opens up!"

Phoenix:

~ Doctor Camy Einar (@evillittlebookworm69) 🧪

THE ALCHEMIST

Wronged and unfairly betrayed, Doctor Cami Einar used to be a top-ranking scientist and researcher working under the highest set of laboratories worldwide.

An incident occurred where a fire greedily devoured one of the laboratories overnight, destroying years of important research left unprotected inside. All fingers pointed to Cami-- not because of proof, but because she was the only woman working there. Since that moment, her coworkers were sure that she was intent on harming them, and they began to shun and belittle her.

One day, tired of all the abuse, she snapped. If they feared that she intended to harm them... she would. She would become the exact person they feared, the exact person they wanted to see.

A villain.

Interpersonal relationships:

Dr. Finley Rose: "A tall rat. An annoying, smart, sneaky and migraine-inducing rodent."

Madame Minthe Serendipity: "She's an interesting person. But in a good way. You can hold a conversation with her on a multitude of subjects. And she's pretty nice most of the time, unless you damage her files or her clothes. In that case, you are pretty much dead."

Phoenix: “I wasn’t too sure what to think of xem when Madame Minthe told me zey read a file on me. Now I’ve met xem, and I’m even less sure what to think.”

~ Phoenix (@dark-j-snapdragon) 🔥

THE ASSASSIN

Mysterious and elusive, a mercenary known as Phoenix can be found roaming around almost anywhere, usually going unnoticed. Xey are known for extremely clean kills with no witnesses, and for successfully faking its death several times before ever getting caught for his crimes.

Growing up on the streets with only the name of Xavi quickly taught xem what a harsh and cruel world awaited for the unfortunate. However, its sharp wit and eventually honed weaponry skills helped teach Phoenix that becoming an assassin was a sure-fire way to make the money xey so desperately needed.

Now, if one is incredibly careful and manages to get a glimpse, Phoenix hides out in an abandoned warehouse. None dare to venture in, for because the house appears normal, it's truly impossible to know what will await on the inside.

Interpersonal relationships:

Dr. Finley Rose:

Madame Minthe Serendipity:

Dr. Cami Einar:

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#villain rp #secret society of evil writeblrs #ssew rp #doctor finley rose 🪀#doctor camy einar 🧪#madame minthe serendipity 📖#phoenix 🔥

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gretchensinister · 22 days

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Ask and ye shall receive 👀👀👀 my words: receive (lol), serendipity, magic

Receive

Note: This is in the Garnetting AU. But SkekGra and UrGoh don't know that in this little fic about their experience of the Great Conjunction.

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When the light comes, they whispered to each other, we will accept whatever it brings us as a gift. We will trust, and our hands will be open. We will receive whatever fills them with joy. And they looked into each other’s eyes and thought: even if that gift be death.

They did not want the gift to be death, not exactly, though they were both very, very old, and the thought of death as a gift did not shock either of them, anymore.

They had become oh-so-fragile in the past few trine. Unum by unum, they watched each other lose substance, felt each other grow shaky, saw absences and blanks spread that had always been filled before. But one remained patient, and one refused to be defeated, and they did what they could.

Their days grew simple, as tasks that had once been simple stretched to fill the hours.

They did their best to feed each other, from a garden sung lush by magic and a coop of karatick with a faded sign affixed over the little door that said “Barracks.” They were no longer strong enough to go meet the caravans, and they had not seen any signs of them for many trine now, at least the lifetime of a gelfling.

They held and massaged each other’s ever-more-delicate flesh, finding that hands shook less when pressed against each other, that they still had some power to ease the aches and pains that had multiplied so grandly in such a short time. They held each other to share what little warmth they had between them—though they could not help but be troubled that they did so even under the full light of the desert days, now.

(And sometimes, even now, this care could startle their bodies into the remembrance not just of warmth but of heat, and it was with delight they took these moments, and one or another, as gifts into each other’s hands. Hands, above all, as other flesh more and more rarely aligned with desires of the mind and heart.)

They created, still, songs and poems and a record of what it was like, with the two of them so old and the world seeming old, too, their certainties and uncertainties, fears and hopes and wonders. Most of these, naturally, touching on that final journey, of which they had no orthodoxy to turn to, which would bear no wandering on the way, which could not be conquered. But there were jokes, too, mixed in with the rest. And when words got lost, and sentences broke, they wove over each other’s gaps, for the taking up of such snapped threads was as right as it was troubling that the threads had snapped in the first place. They would always have at least one, whole mind between them, of that they were sure.

Every day, the suns drew closer.

I’m not ready.

I feel the Song humming in my bones. At least I think I do.

Hold me.

I wish we could have one more night when we were young.

One more feast?

And everything after.

Hold me.

Whoever comes after us, I hope they understand.

How good it was.

That we did our best.

Hold me.

I hope.

I fear.

I love you.

Hold me.

When the day of the Great Conjunction dawned, they knew it, as undeniable as the suns’ very rising.

They put what they’d written over the trine into a chest that would keep out the sand, along with a few other things—marionettes of each of them, a small, graceful wooden carving of one, a miniature painted with the eyes of love of the other, still luminous with the finest pigments that had ever been carried on a Dousan caravan route. The chest would rest in a place where the suns would not touch it directly, but where it would not be hidden to anyone who found this place at all.

Most of what they had created over the years would have to be left to the desert, though. Their hands skimmed over much of it as they moved through the Circle of the Suns on that last day, fingertips saying farewell to the beautiful and practical, to the lovely evidence of their peaceful hours and days and unum and trine.

They put the hearth crystal together, and placed it with a note pressed in clay that explained in as many languages as they knew what it did when the halves were separated.

They fed the karatick, and shooed them away and out of the Circle of the Suns.

And then. Then it was almost time.

I think we should go out the way we came in.

And I would like as little separation between us as possible, when it is time.

The suns climbed higher, drawing ever closer. They took off their clothes, not bothering to fold them.

A moment, a pause.

A long time since the night of the storm.

But it still comes to mind so easily.

They still suffered chill, in the heat of this last day, and so one brought their largest blanket out to the ledge where they’d spent entire gelfling lifetimes in each other’s company. The other joined with the last of their bread, spread with the last of their parga-fruit jam, the greatest sweetness they could manage without the caravans. Draped under one blanket, they fed each other, and after they had eaten they leaned against each other, holding each other’s hands.

The three suns touched over the desert.

I’m thinking of the flowers.

So am I.

And the three suns shone as one, suffusing Thra with the all-transforming light that had not been seen for a thousand trine.

When it shone on them, the light of the Great Conjunction warmed their ancient flesh all through, just like sunlight should. Every pain ebbed away. The hum that had been in their bones grew louder, stronger, clearer, resolving into a chord that seemed to go beyond hearing into every sense, the final, glorious note of a symphony they had—they had—been a part of. And the light shone brighter, brighter, brighter, until it felt like it was shining through them. They looked at each other to see if it was so, and when they saw each other they saw what no other being in the universe had ever seen before.

And what they saw was good.

What they saw was wonderful.

One tiny part of that final chord: Oh. Oh. Two small and perfect sounds of awe.

The light shone brighter yet, until nothing at all could be seen.

For a moment, there was silence. Deep, true, complete silence. Just a moment. But a moment long enough to create a world.

And then the Song started again, everywhere in and on and above Thra, life roaring back, the Song clear and strong as it had not been in a thousand trine, rushing and cascading through the healed Crystal like snowmelt in spring after the hardest winter a world had ever seen.

But what notes were first played at that place in the desert, when the new symphony began and the suns parted from each other in their dance once more?

It was a small sound that broke the profound silence: a nail falling onto stone.

And for a time there was only the wind through the stones. Anyone watching—though who could possibly have been there to watch?—could be forgiven for thinking that perhaps that the clink of that dreadful piece of metal on that well-loved stone would be the final sound other than wind to ever be heard at the place once named the Circle of the Suns. Would it not have been enough?

But Thra was, is, and ever shall be, abundant. Profligate. And, too, possessive of what has come to belong to it.

And soon enough, a laugh rang out. A single laugh, that was also a harmony, fitting in so perfectly with all the chords of the world at that moment that no one could be wise and say that it was not meant to be there. A laugh loud enough that it seemed the sound should reach to a far, far distant world and shatter something there. A laugh that came from the throat of something—someone—new. Good. Wonderful.

#skekgra #urgoh #gragoh #the dark crystal #the dark crystal: age of resistance #garnetting AU #doodlinglina #yes I am scheduling this post to roughly coincide with the eclipse #so read it later! after the eclipse!

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sandythereadingcafe · 7 months

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REVIEW

PERFECT TOGETHER (Serendipity's Finest) by Carly Phillips at The Reading Cafe:

'The fast paced premise is intriguing and captivating'

#books #reviews #Perfect Together #Serendipity's Finest #Carly Phillips #The Reading Cafe

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voxxgrimly · 9 months

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Hi, hello!

I'm Grimly and this is my passion project on AO3!

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FANDOM: X-Men (Original Timeline Movies & SOME comic references) RELATIONSHIP: Hank McCoy x OFC SUMMARY: Secretary Hank McCoy has traditionally spent the holidays alone. This year he’d been invited by Charles to the mansion for a celebration he wasn’t morally able to turn down.

During a trip to New York for presents, Hank stumbles across a human woman he just can’t seem to walk away from. It’s serendipity at its finest during a time of year when romance seems magical.

Lola, a Journalism major with innocent dreams of making the world a better place, finds herself attracted to a muscular, charismatic middle-aged man she runs into (quite literally) in her favourite cafe. He likes wearing fine suits. She's just trying to make it to the end of her final year.

There’s more than meets the eye, however, to the gentleman that’s caught HER eye. He isn’t what he seems and he’s hiding a very BLUE secret from her.

#hank mccoy #beast xmen #henry mccoy #x-men #xomen #xmen fandom #xmen fanfiction

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countercharmd · 5 months

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@devi1lute / cont from x.

Oh, how exhilarating! Serendipity feels the entirety of Tavern's attention upon him, and it makes him giddy. He's never shied away from the spotlight; be it for a room of people or an audience of one, he's always happy to perform. And the tiefling sitting across from his is no exception.

" Well...to begin, I've always been fond of your laugh. " Serendipity rests his chin in his palm, free hand drifting across the table. " The sound of it reminds me of the finest brandy; it's smooth, strong, and makes me feel like I can do anything. " He leans in conspiratorially, voice dropping. " Normally, I’m slow to violence, but I dare not say aloud the things I'd be willing to do to hear your laughter once more. "

#devi1lute #turn based; replied.#v; main.#//TOTALLY FINE IF U DONT WANNA MAKE THIS A THREAD HOWEVER #//ren had Things To Say #q.

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khoicesbyk · 11 months

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Revenge.

A/N: This AU is a mashup of chapters from the new…ish book First Comes Love.

Book: First Comes Love

A/N 2: This book was cute until the LI got on my nerves. He's fine as all get out but oblivious as shit. So what happens when you decide to play his game? Read and find out!

A/N 3: In this series, you are the MC. So you get to experience all the emotional damage that comes along. Have fun!

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Blake Marshall (LI) and Reader (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 8,825 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Tag List: @choicesficwriterscreations

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Chapter 1.) Two Can Play That Game.

It was supposed to be the friend's trip of a lifetime. It was supposed to be you, Lino, Eve, and the finest black man in the world, Blake Marshall. Your man in your head and your heart, which makes sense given how you had always wanted him for years.

He is pure chocolate perfection in human form. No man can touch him in the looks department, not even Adonis himself. All alone in Big Bear. It would be perfect. That's what it was supposed to be.

But it wasn't.

Because Blake has a girlfriend. And you're sitting here like "Where the hell did this spicy YT come from?" Ugh! She's killing the whole vibe of your trip. And the fact her name is Rebecca? If only the gods could take you now.

Becky with the straw hair has been doing everything she can to make you jealous. And sadly, it's starting to work. Every day that you've been at the resort she's had her mayo-flavored hands all over him and it's gotten harder and harder to resist the urge to bash her skull in.

She was always giggling at jokes she never heard before, speaking with ebonics she had never grown up with, and wearing trends that she had never made.

The lack of authenticity was becoming too much. Not just because of her, but because he acts so oblivious. Like he doesn't see you standing in front of him, ready to give him everything he wants and desires.

You know he's not in love with her and he knows he's not in love with her. And yet here we are. You have to watch them together and it's making you sick. There is no way this fine specimen of a man should be with any woman who wasn't you.

It's frustrating as all Hell. But hey, you're a Scorpio - an October Scorpio, which means you know how to use others' emotions to your advantage.

Enter Sky, your latest chess piece.

It was half serendipity and half he nearly capsized you and your friends with his huge yacht while all of you were out on the lake. To make up for it he invited you all onto the yacht and immediately flirted with you. And you wouldn't have cared for Sky until you caught a glance at Blake's face.

He was jealous and failed at hiding it, which made you giddy. He clearly didn't like you talking to Sky, and you liked that.

How dare you give attention to any man other than him? You were his. The one little starving rabbit only he could dangle a carrot in front of. That little smile on your face? Only meant for him. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear? You only did that for him.

Well, not today. Today, you are gonna have some fun at his expense. After all, all's fair in love and war, right?

Sky might not have been the finest man in the world, but since being around him was making Blake miserable, you could fuck him with your eyes closed. You spent that whole afternoon with Sky. You didn't know which was better - Blake being jealous or the fact he was actively ignoring little miss spicy white to focus on your conversation with Sky. When Sky absentmindedly put his hand on your thigh you spared a look at Blake, and he looked sick to his stomach. You couldn't help but smile to yourself.

You were coming out of the lower deck bathroom when you ran smack into Blake.

"So, you and Sky huh?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

You roll your eyes at him, "Hello to you too, Blake." Goddamn, he looks amazing.

"You didn't answer my question."

"We're just talking," you reply.

"Y'know he does have other guests and his friends."

"I'm not forcing him to talk to me, Blake. But gee thanks for accusing me of doing something that I'm not." you snap at him.

His features soften.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to offend you."

You smirk at him.

"Don't let it happen again, Marshall."

Blake shook his head and flashed that pretty smile as he leaned against the door frame.

"He's not your type you know," Blake said to you.

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"Sky. He's not your type," he replies, doubling down. Fuck, his boldness was sexy.

"And how would you know?" you ask.

"Because I know you. And I know that you want and deserve someone who will treat you right. Someone who will care for and about you. And Sky isn't that guy." he replies.

"What are you saying, Blake?"

"I'm saying that you have a type. And Sky isn't your type."

He's not wrong. But you can't exactly tell him he's right either.

"And you think you know my type?" you ask, smirking up at him.

Blake leaned in closer tilting your chin up so you're looking into those pretty brown eyes.

"Of course. You're an amazing woman. You deserve the world. You deserve someone who will treat you like a Queen. Someone who would care for you. Someone who would realize how delicate you are. Someone who would be gentle with your heart. Someone who would always tend to your every want, need, and desire. Sure he's gotta be aesthetically pleasing to you. But he'd have to realize and know how lucky he is to have you in his life. Like I always have." he replied.

It is taking every bit of restraint in you to not drag him into that tiny bathroom and have your way with him.

"You feel lucky to have me in your life?" you ask.

"Yes Y/N I'll always be thankful to have you in my life," he replies.

"But not in your bed...," you think.

"I know. And I'm thankful for you too," you say to him.

Just when you think he's going to say more, laughter from above deck startles you both. He steps back and smiles at you sheepishly.

"We should uh...get back above deck," he says to you.

"Yeah. Let's go," you say back.

You let him go up first before taking a deep breath and then joining others above deck. That's when Sky pulled you aside.

"Hey Y/N. Are you busy tomorrow?" he asked.

"No, I'm not. Why?" you replied.

"Whaddaya say we go out on a date?"

And before you can answer, Blake pipes up.

"What's this now?" he asked.

"Oh! I just asked Y/N if she'd like to go out on a date with me." Sky replies.

"You did?" Blake asks him.

"Yeah, he did. I was just about to give him an answer when you two walked up," you reply.

"You know I think it would be nice for Y/N and Sky to go out. It'll give the rest of us a chance to spend some time together." little miss spicy YT chimes in with a smirk.

Bitch, nobody asked you.

"You know what babe? You're right. It would be nice for them to go out. As long as they don't mind us tagging along." Blake agrees with her.

You watched the smirk on her face fall.

"Us?" she asked him.

"Yeah. I'm Y/N's wingman. I can't let her go on a date by herself." Blake replies.

"That's a great idea! I'm down for a double date. If that's alright with you Y/N." Sky added.

They all look at you and you shrug helplessly.

"Sure. I'm good with it."

"Awesome! We can't wait. Right, babe?" Blake asks Becky.

"Yeah...great," she replies.

You never thought you'd wind up in a situation where Blake would be jealous and it would work in your favor but here you are. On a double date with Sky, Blake, and Becky with the straw hair. You rode horses up a trail that Sky had been on dozens of times. You played it up like you were hanging off his every word.

Occasionally you looked over to see Blake stone-faced as his little plaything droned on and on about whatever and nothing. It was eating him alive to watch you enjoy Sky and you loved it. The date, while severely awkward at times, was decent. Sky is a great guy, but Blake was right. He's not your type.

"So what's the deal with you and Blake?" Sky asks you, catching you off guard.

"Nothing. We're just friends," you reply.

Sky chuckled.

"Friends don't jealously demand to go on an awkward double date."

You winced.

"That obvious?" you ask.

"It was obvious yesterday. It was just painful today," he replies.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry Sky. You're a great guy. It's just..." you trail off.

"No need to apologize. I get it."

"And please don't think I was trying to use you. I did have fun with you. Lost horse, picnic, and all."

"It was a pleasure. And for what it's worth if he can't see what he has with you then he's not only blind but he's an idiot. Any man would kill for a woman like you."

You felt the heat under your cheeks.

"Even you?" you ask.

"Most definitely. Matter of fact my friends and I are going to a bonfire up the road Friday. I'd love for you to go with me." he replies.

"Can my friends come?" you ask.

"Of course, even them," he replies nodding towards Blake and Rebecca.

"We'll be there."

"Good," he says to you, "and for what it's worth I hope you get your man. But in the meantime, since your goal is to make him jealous, I know the part to play."

You regard him in a whole new light right before he helps you dismount. There's a look of trouble in his eye. Perhaps a fellow Scorpio-in-crime can be useful.

"I'll see you Friday, Y/N," he says as he hands you a small piece of paper with his number on it.

You kiss him on the cheek right in front of Blake as you hand him your number.

"See you Friday, Sky."

You watch him take the horses back to the stables and suddenly feel a little warm. And for the first in your life, that warmth didn't come from being around your future husband. As you walk back into the resort with Blake and Becky, Lino comes running up to the three of you.

"Well?! How was it?" Lino asked.

"Oh, it was gre—" Becky started to reply before Lino cut her off, "not you! I was talking to Y/N!"

You snickered to yourself.

"I had a good time. Sky is a great guy. Oh! And he invited us to this bonfire Friday." you reply.

"He did?" Blake asks.

"Yeah, well he initially invited me and I asked if my friends could come," you reply.

"That's a great idea! Nothing like drinking and bonfire marshmallows to bring the gang together!" Lino piped up, "Right Blake?"

"Yeah. It's a wonderful idea." Blake deadpanned.

The envy in his tone made you hot inside. He is going to pay for flaunting his little friend in your face.

"Well, we should all rest up for Friday. The bonfire is gonna be fun and most of us need our beauty sleep," you comment, your eye briefly drifting over to Becky.

"You mean all of us, right?" Becky asked.

"Right. My apologies," you say in the same sugary sweet tone.

Friday could not have come fast enough.

Your dress had already been picked; a bodycon in canary yellow, which bounced nicely on your brown skin. It hugged your body and accentuated all your curves. None more than the curves of your breasts. It paid to not wear a bra with this dress. With your hair in a slicked-back ponytail, and one final check of your makeup and jewelry. You slipped your wedges on and were out the door and down the hall to meet the others.

Blake looked fine as fuck. He had that cheap ass watch Becky brought him on his wrist, but it was offset by the crisp white shirt, black jeans, and Nike sneakers he had on. He had those beautiful dreads pulled back and made you weak in the knees. And he smelled delicious thanks to that Gucci cologne you bought him for Christmas last year.

Becky tried to copy you but couldn't. Her bodycon dress was red, and not a sexy wine red. She looked like a melted cherry slushy.

"Hey girl," Becky greeted, exaggerated blaccent on full display. "Hi," you said with a fake smile as she hugged you.

"You look so good. I love your weave too."

It took everything in you not to snatch that fake hair piece off her head. She knows good and damn well you are not wearing a weave.

"Thanks, boo. Yours looks nice too."

She smiled and you almost felt blinded by the fake gold chain around her neck.

That silver on her tooth didn't help either. That fucking cap could help planes land.

"We ready to go?" Blake asked.

"Oh yeah, baby," Becky responds, linking his arm with hers, "You know I'm always ready to go wit' you."

If Lino wasn't standing beside you holding onto your arm, you would've shanked the bitch. She was working your last goddamn nerve.

As you all headed to the bonfire, Blake stared at your ass. Even with Blaccent Barbie next to him, he couldn't help watching the way your ass moved in that dress.

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The bonfire was lovely, as expected. The setting sun made the burning embers look like a stock photo, the food, the wine, the music. It was all so relaxing and fun.

"Don't you look beautiful?" Sky greets you, pulling you to him and kissing your cheek.

"You look mighty fine too," you replied.

"I do clean up good," Sky responded, showing off his red shirt and shorts, "Your friends look good too. I'm glad you all could make it."

"Thanks for inviting us. Now if you lot will excuse me! The fire pit is calling my name!" Lino says before disappearing into the crowd.

"And while he's off to roast marshmallows, I'm going to drink. Toodles!" Eve says before heading to the makeshift bar.

You look over at Blake and Ms. Milk of Magnesia as they go get snacks.

"Stop looking so desperate," Sky whispers to you.

"They're all over each other," you sigh, "My plan isn't working."

"That's because you're acting interested and Blake can smell it. Men don't appreciate women when they're sweet. They want the bitches."

You nod as you finally tear your eyes away from them.

"Dance with me."

"What?"

He holds you closer, pressing your body flush to his.

"Dance with me."

The look in his eyes is kinda hot. You nod and he leads you to the dance floor.

"Carlos! Play a little bachata!" Sky called out to his friend behind the DJ booth.

"Sky, I don't know how to dance bachata."

"Just follow my lead."

The music changed and the bodies around them started to sway. You were surprised at how well Sky knew how to dance. His movements were fluid and his hips definitely do not lie. You two took over the dance floor. His hand on your right hip was warm and slightly intoxicating.

"Feel better?"

"Yes."

"Good."

He spun you around so your back was flush to his chest and his arms were around you. When you looked up, Blake was looking at you as he danced with his walking jar of mayo. Your feet started to hurt so you and Sky took a break and grabbed something to drink.

"You are full of surprises, Sky. Where did you learn to dance like that?"

"Gracias, mami. Mi Abuela would be mortified if I didn't know how to dance to Bachata."

"You're Latino?"

"Afro-Latino actually. My mamí is Black and my Papí is Dominican."

"Curiouser and curiouser."

He snorted.

"My dad wanted me to grow up knowing both sides of where I come from. I've never felt ashamed of being biracial. It is a part of me, just as perfection is a part of you."

"Stop before you make me blush."

"I'll do a lot more than that if you'll let me."

Just as you were about to answer, here comes your husband and his mangy Chihuahua.

"Well, you got off the dance floor quick."

Why does her voice sound like nails on a chalkboard?

"Needed a break and a drink." Sky replies.

"Nice moves there, Sky," Blake pipes up.

"Thanks, man. Stick around and I might teach you a few more."

You had to hide your smirk behind your glass.

"Don't mind him, babe. I think you dance divinely."

"I think I'm good but thanks anyway, Sky."

Sky shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

"Hey babe. Let's go grab a bite to eat."

"Okay."

They left just as you finished your wine.

Sky snickered slightly and you playfully glared at him, "That was naughty."

"Me? Naughty? I was simply being polite," Sky purred with a shit-eating grin.

"You're such a Scorpio."

"Takes one to know one, baby."

You smirked as he sipped his drink, "So, what do you wanna do now?"

Sky smirked and looked around, "Watching all these people shake their ass around a fire...mixed with all these drinks, and then seeing you in that dress...I think you know what I wanna do."

"Do tell."

He leans in so close that you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"There's a waterfall not too far from here. Maybe after the party winds down I can show it to you."

You give him a Cheshire Cat grin.

"I'd love that."

"Good. In the meantime, care for another dance?"

You take his hand and head back to the dance floor. After several rounds of dancing and drinking, you were buzzed. Throughout the dancing, you swear you can feel his lips on your neck. As the night wound down you weren't sure if it was the moonlight on his skin or the alcohol in your system, but Sky was starting to look almost as fine as your man.

"You ready to go?" he whispered in your ear.

"Lead the way."

You slip one hand in his and carry your shoes in the other. He led you deep into the woods. You were unaware that you were being followed by Blake. After convincing Lino and Eve to take the mayo jar back to the resort, he took off after you and Sky. He wanted to make sure you were safe. It's not that he doesn't trust you. Because of his jealousy, he doesn't trust Sky.

You and Sky were giggling and chatting all the way down the moonlit path. When you got to the waterfall you were in awe. It was breathtaking. Sky softly wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Beautiful."

He nuzzled your neck.

"Yes, you are."

You turned around in his arms to look into his eyes. The lustful look he gave you sent chills down your spine.

"I love this dress on you, mamí. But I've been dying to get you out of it," he whispered in your ear. His low husky voice made you bite your bottom lip.

"Then take it off, Papí," you whisper back. Your tone matched his.

"Como desées," he said to you before capturing your lips.

Much to your surprise his lips were soft. His hands went from your hips to squeezing and palming your ass through your dress. This is what you craved. You wanted and craved attention. And although he might not be your man, Sky is willing to give you the attention you deserve. With his lips still on yours he walked you back toward the side of the waterfall.

With the waterfall roaring beside you, you both grabbed at each other's clothes. Desperate to feel the heat of each other's skin. Sky yanked your dress off, freeing your breasts and exposing your nipples to the cool air. Sky looked down and marveled at you.

"Tan Hermosa mamí." he whispered before taking your right nipple into his mouth.

While his mouth worked your right nipple, he used his left hand to play with your left breast. You arched your back off the stone behind you. The sensation of his warm mouth and the cool mist of the waterfall was sending you. When he finally pulled your panties down you were in heaven.

You thought it was the daze you were in. Because you swore you could make out the shape of something moving just behind the trees. When your eyes finally adjusted that's when you saw Blake.

"Sky wait. Blake is here," you manage to breathe out.

Sky stopped.

"You serious?"

"I don't think he realizes that I saw him."

"He wants to see you so let him. Let him watch what I do to you, and what he's missing."

The tone in Sky's voice was all the confirmation you needed, and with shocked enthusiasm, you nodded.

"Now if you'll excuse me. I wasn't finished."

With his left hand around your neck to keep you in place, Sky went back to what he was doing. He kissed down your stomach, letting his tongue swirl and play with your belly button piercing.

When he got to the top of your panty line, he stuck his thumb in his mouth before slipping it between your thighs and putting it directly on your throbbing clit. He rubbed your clit in small circles. Driving you crazy. Whimpering for more.

"Please..." you pleaded.

He nursed your breast as he slowly rubbed your clit. You were on such a high you forgot Blake was watching you and Sky. He pulled his thumb away from you and held two fingers to your lips.

"Suck. Now."

You took his fingers into your mouth. Greedily sucking and licking until they were drenched with your saliva. He pulled his fingers from your mouth just to rub them along your wet entrance. You felt him plunge his fingers inside you.

"Yessssssss!!" you cried out.

He wrapped his right hand around your neck and squeezed as his fingers worked you over. He was quenching your thirst yet you still felt dehydrated. While Blake is your endgame, even you had to admit that Sky was pretty good in the meantime. He knew how to take care of you.

You dug your fingernails into the rocks behind you trying to ride the building orgasmic wave.

"Sky..."

"Sí, así es mi amor. Tell me what you want," he whispered in your ear.

"I...want your mouth. I want you to taste me." you breathed out.

"Con gusto mami."

He trailed open-mouth kisses down the length of your body. With a wink, he threw your legs over his shoulders and feasted. With one hand braced on the rocks behind you and the other behind his head, you braced yourself.

He used his tongue to open your very slick folds to him. When his mouth found your clit it was like heaven had opened up to you. He felt good. So good. He was licking and sucking like a panther in heat.

He drove his tongue inside you causing you to nearly fall apart. You grabbed his head and smothered his face with your pussy. This went on for what seemed like forever. And just as you were about to hit your peak he stopped.

"No! Please!" you plead.

"Paciencia mami. obtendrás lo que quieres."

He continued to lap at you. Tasting, licking, and sucking on your most sensitive parts. It was becoming too much.

"Oh God! I can't stand it anymore! I want you inside me! I need you inside me!" you begged.

Hearing you beg damn near made him lose it.

"Not yet mamí. Not until I feel those pretty lips wrapped around my dick," he responded.

You can't believe this. You were about to cum and now you have to hold it to suck him off.

He let you go and you slid to the ground before you swallowed his dick whole. He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. He looked down and watched you suck him off. And off in the distance so did Blake.

To Sky you were intoxicating. He loved watching you swirl your tongue around his dick. Slowly going from tip to base and base to tip. Your mouth was warm, soft, and wet.

You made sure not to neglect his balls. He watched them go in and out of your pretty mouth. When he looked over to the tree line, he saw Blake anchored in place watching you two. When he looked down to see your head bobbing back and forth his lips formed a wicked smirk.

"Look at me mamí. I wanna see that pretty face and those pretty eyes as you suck me off." he moaned.

Once you made eye contact with him he nearly lost it.

"Sí mami así. Keep your eyes on me."

His voice was husky and shuddering.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck yes! Mamí! Just like that! Show me who you are! ¡Dios esto se siente tan bien!"

Hearing him speak to you in Spanish was kinda hot. Just imagine how hot it will be when Blake finds out you're a throat goat.

Sky was about to lose it but he knew he wanted to take you right in front of Blake. So just before he was about to cum he pulled out of your mouth. He grabbed the condom out of his pocket and bent you over the boulder next to you. He nodded to Blake with a teasing smirk, before he rammed his dick into your waiting pussy. You shrieked as he began banging you out.

Good God this man was giving it to you so good he made your future husband's blood boil.

Blake couldn't stand the thought of another man having his hands all over you. Especially like this. But what could he do? He has an obligation to his girlfriend. You don't. You were barely hanging on as Sky willingly gave you everything that you wanted and craved, everything Blake never gave you.

Sky latched onto your hips for dear life as he took your hungry pussy. You were in heaven as was he.

"Sí mami así. Take this dick! Take! Me!" he said to you through gritted teeth.

He would fill you up. Letting you feel him throbbing inside before pulling out and slamming himself back in. Over and over again. He was hitting your spot with precision. Your hair was stuck to your back thanks to the spraying from the waterfall.

"Yes! Give it to me! Fuck me! I need this! I need you!" you scream.

Blake ruBbed harder, imagining it was him between your legs.

You clawed at the boulder underneath you. Desperate to feel Sky swallow you whole.

"Sí asi es mi amor. You feel so good. You're so tight! ¡Tómalo mi amor!"

Hearing the way he spoke to you as he took you continued to make Blake's stomach twist. But he couldn't stop watching. Sky was just about there, and so were you.

"Mi amor estoy tan cerca. I can't hold on much longer!" he said through gritted teeth. He wasn't the only one.

You were at your peak. You just needed that little pu0sh. He pulled you close so that your back was flush with his chest. He got a good firm grip on your breasts and his mouth was attached to the crook of your neck as he pumped into you a few good times. When he thrust into you one last time and that was all she wrote for the two of you. Your eyes glazed over like a Krispy Kreme Doughnut as you gave into your shattering orgasm. With Sky not too far behind you.

As you came down from your delicious climax you looked over to see if Blake was still there and he wasn't. You started to wonder how much Blake saw and what he thought. You didn't wonder for long thanks to Sky breaking your thoughts as he pulled you close to him.

"Well that was fun." he breathed out.

"Definitely. You have made quite the impression sir."

He placed featherlight kisses on your neck.

"Gracias mami. I always aim to please."

"If that's the case why are you single?" you ask.

"I could ask you the same question."

"Touche."

He noticed you shivering so rubbed on the inside of your thighs to create some warmth.

"Ooh! If you don't stop," you warned him playfully.

"¿Te gusta esa mamí?" he whispered in your ear.

"I will have you know that my Spanish is horrible."

He chuckled before nibbling on your neck.

"Do you like that?"

"Very much so."

"Good. Now it's getting late. And we should get back to the resort."

"Okay."

The two of you slipped on your damp clothes and then walked back to Sky's truck and headed back to the resort.

–—

The next morning dawned bright and early as you made your way to the breakfast buffet. You grabbed two plates and had just finished filling them up when Blake and Tartar Sauce walked up.

"Well, you have a little pep in your step," it says to you.

"Well yeah. I had a great time with Sky last night."

"Oh? And what did the two of you do?"

"He took me to a secret waterfall near the bonfire. It was so pretty."

You noticed that Blake was decidedly quiet.

"And what did you two last night, Marshall?"

"Nothing. We came back and went to bed."

Liar. But you'll be nice and not expose him for now.

"That's a lot of food for one person. Are you really gonna eat all that?" Tartar Sauce asks.

"Oh! Only one of these plates is mine. The other is for Sky."

Yours was piled high with waffles, strawberries and bacon on the side. Sky's had french toast, eggs and ham.

That caught your hubby's attention.

"Wait! He's here?" he asks.

"Yeah. We got in pretty late last night and I didn't want him walking back to his room in the dark, so I told him he could stay with me."

Though he tried, Blake once again failed at hiding the look of jealousy on his face.

"Well, I have a breakfast delivery to make. You two have a good one," you say as you grab some apple and orange juice then head back to your room.

As you walked away, you could feel Blake's eyes staring holes into your ass.

You purposely spent the whole day with Sky. Flaunting it in Blake's face the same way he'd been flaunting Tartar Sauce in yours. Going on the resort zipline, playing court volleyball, learning and failing to play cricket, and so much more all while Blake watched helplessly. Occasionally you would wave or wink at him. You were teasing him and it was working.

That night you were getting ready for a midnight swim that Sky had planned. You were just about to get dressed when there was a knock on the door. It was Blake.

"Hey. You got a minute?" he asks.

You nod before letting him in. He is looking scrumptious. But you can't let yourself get distracted. Not yet. He sits down on your bed before looking at you in your robe.

"What's with the robe?"

"Going swimming."

"I thought the pool closed at 9:30 every night."

"It does." you say as you grab your lotion bottle, "but Sky called in a favor with the owner and we're going on a late-night swim."

Blake made a face and you caught it.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"Your face."

"What about my face?"

He's trying to work your nerves. Like he always does.

"You made a face! Now why did you make a face?"

"I didn't make a face."

"Yes, you did. You made a face when I said Sky and I are going swimming."

He sighs.

"What do you know about this guy anyway?"

You look at him sideways.

"Why do you care?"

"Just answer the question Y/N."

No, he didn't.

"Well for starters I know he has a big family," you say as you start putting on lotion.

Blake watches you intently as you slowly massage your lotion into your skin. Especially your legs.

"How big?"

"Bigger than both of ours. His mom's name is Priscilla, and his dad's name is Alphonso. His last name is Fernandez. He has an older brother named AJ. And he is a twin. And he has two twin little sisters."

"He's a twin?"

"Yeah. Sky is actually his nickname. His real name is Ezra and his twin's name is Issac. And his sisters' names are Ashley and Erica."

"Is that all?"

"Nope. His dad is the Fire Chief of Santa Clarita County. And his mom is a pediatrician. His older brother AJ is a senior analytics executive at Google. His twin owns an architecture firm in San Diego. And his sisters own a bakery together in Seattle. Oh! And you two share the same birthday."

"WHAT?!"

"Yup. You and Sky share the same birthday of 11/12."

"Nope! Nope! Nope! Dealbreaker! You are only allowed ONE November Scorpio in your life and that's me."

"You're so possessive."

"Of course I am! It's MY birthday!"

Blake groans before laying back on your bed you took advantage of the situation and straddled him. He looked up at you through his fingers.

"Poor Marshall! Doesn't like sharing his birthday." you teased. You weren't quite sure but you could've sworn you felt a rise in his jeans.

He huffs.

"So you learned all that about him today?"

He's avoiding the CLEARLY oversized elephant in the room.

"Yes. He's a great guy. Fun to be around."

"Even though he's not your type?"

"Why are you so obsessed with who or what my type is?"

"Because I need to know that he can be trusted."

"With all due respect Marshall, that's not your job."

"Yes, it is. I look out for you and you look out for me. Like always."

"You have a girlfriend Blake. If I want to see as many guys as possible then that's what I'm gonna do. So why do you care what I'm doing?"

"Do you like him?"

"Like" is a strong word. We're just having fun, that's all."

Blake sat up on his elbows with an eyebrow raised.

"So is Stars the one?"

What is with this line of questioning?

"First off, his name is Sky. And second, I don't know. Why?"

"Call me curious."

"You mean nosy."

"I'm not being nosy Y/N. I'm being vigilant."

"But why?"

"Because I don't want you to wind up in another bad relationship."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"I'm not trying to go through another Derek situation with you."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't take this the wrong way but you don't have the best track record when it comes to men and dating."

You stare at him in shock.

"Are you fucking serious?!"

"I'm sorry. That didn't come out right."

You scoff as you climb off of him.

"No, it came out perfectly clear. I can't believe you would throw that in my face!"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N."

"You know what?! Get out! Just go!"

"Y/N wait please!"

"No! Get out! Since you think you're so fucking funny! Get! Out!"

He got up off your bed and gently grabbed your right elbow to stop you.

"Let go, Blake!"

"Please wait!"

"I said let go!"

"Y/N I'm sorry. I swear I didn't bring it up to hurt you."

You just stood still. Hurt, angry, and resisting the urge to turn around and kiss him. That's when he wrapped those strong arms around your waist. When you felt his beard on your shoulder, you wanted to die in his arms.

This man was toying with you. And what's worse is you were letting him. You felt his arms tighten around you. You closed your eyes in hopes that it would stop your pounding heart.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Yes. I can't believe you."

"Again I didn't mention him to hurt you. I swear. I mentioned him to make a point."

You scoffed.

"And what point is that?"

He took a deep breath.

"You have a tendency to listen to and lead with your heart. And I've seen firsthand what that can do to you. Derek is proof of that."

"You're comparing apples to oranges. Sky isn't anything like Derek."

"Maybe, maybe not. But you don't know that much about him. And I'm not trying to see you get hurt again."

"Whether or not I get hurt is my lesson to learn. Not yours. I get it you were there. You and Lino helped me move out of his place and move on from him and I am and always will be thankful to you for that. But it doesn't give you the right to throw one of the worst times of my life in my face."

"You're right. And again I'm sorry. I just wanted to make a point. That's all."

"Point painfully taken and noted."

He nuzzled your shoulder as he held you closer.

"How can I make sure that my #1 girl isn't mad at me anymore?"

"I thought your mom was your #1 girl."

"Okay how can I make sure my #1b girl isn't mad at me anymore?"

You shook your head with a small smile.

"You're a mess."

"Messy messy me." he sings off-key.

Whether or not you wanted to admit it, you enjoyed this. You enjoyed being in his arms.

"Still mad?"

One thing about Blake Marshall, he was relentless.

"No, not anymore."

"Finally! I got scared that I would have to serenade you."

You snorted.

"There is something you can do for me."

"Name it."

"Put lotion on my back?"

Blake grabbed your lotion bottle before gesturing to you to lie down on your bed. You laid down on your stomach and then felt his strong hands going up and down your back. Massaging in the lotion. It felt so good to feel his hands on you. You let out a small moan. You couldn't help it. His hands are blessed with magic.

Thankfully, Blake didn't hear you. Or at least you hoped he didn't. When he was done, all you wanted to do was fuck him in your bed.

"And done!"

"Thank you. Now beat it. I have to finish getting ready. I will meet Sky in a few."

"Just be careful Y/N. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, dad. I'll be careful. Now go."

He shook his head and smiled softly at you before he left. This game of cat and mouse is starting to make him crack. And it was delicious to watch.

You finished getting ready and then headed to the lobby. When you got there Sky and Blake were talking while Lino was on the phone with Felicia. The men stopped when you walked up.

And you couldn't quite see it but you could've sworn that both guys were drooling over what you had on. You had on a military green one-piece with cutouts in all the right places, a white see-through top, and dark denim booty shorts.

Sky was the first to speak.

"¡Ay dios mío! Te ves hermosa mamí," he says as he goes in for a hug.

"I do believe I've told you that my Spanish is hilariously bad."

"You look beautiful."

"Yeah, you do clean up nice." Blake pipes up.

You smirked.

"Well thank you both. I appreciate it."

Lino noticed how flirty you were being with Sky and decided to play along.

"Since we're in a resort, why don't you two lovebirds get a room? I heard they're quite reasonable here."

You shook your head at him as Sky slipped his hand into yours.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

"You two have a good night," Sky said to the boys before the two of you walked outside. Blake stood there with his jaw set as he watched and Lino noticed.

"Look at our girl Blake. She's all grown up and going on midnight rendezvous with guys. Isn't it romantic?"

"Yeah totally romantic," Blake replied flatly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"You sure? Because it sounds like something."

"Can you just drop it, Lino?"

Lino looked at him.

"Do my eyes and ears deceive me or is Blake Marshall jealous?"

"I'm not jealous, Lino."

"You sure? Because you look pretty salty from where I'm standing."

Blake ran a hand down his face.

"I don't trust him," he admitted.

"Why?"

"We don't know anything about him!"

Lino snickers to himself.

"Awwww! Poor Blake! You're jealous! Which is kinda ironic considering Y/N is single and you're not."

That stung.

"I don't have to be single to care about her."

"Uh huh."

"He's not even her type Lino!"

"And why do YOU care what her type is?"

"Because."

"Because what?" Lino asks.

Blake sighed.

"I might've screwed up."

"What did you do?" Lino asked before he took a swig from his water bottle.

"I mentioned Derek."

Lino choked and sputtered.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

"I wasn't trying to be mean I swear! I was just trying to make a point."

"By mentioning Dickhead of The Decade? What is wrong with you?!"

"You know how she is when she starts to fall for someone. I'm not trying to see her get her hopes up."

"While I understand that, I'm still trying to figure out why you would mention Derek of all people."

"She doesn't exactly have the greatest track record in men."

"So you thought it was a good idea to remind her of that?"

Lino shook his head.

"I don't know why she didn't but if it were me I would've decked you."

"And I probably would've deserved it."

"Deserved what?" Eve asked as she walked up.

"Becky asleep?" Blake replies.

"Yup. She dozed off halfway through the movie. Now what is it you would've deserved?"

"Boy scout over here thought it was a good idea to tell Y/N that she has a horrible taste in men by reminding her of Derek. Aka Dickhead of The Decade!" Lino complained.

"Blake you didn't!"

"I wasn't trying to be cruel!" Blake replies with his eyes closed.

"I don't know mentioning her ex from hell sounds pretty cruel to me."

"Thank you!" Lino pipes up.

"Alright! I get it! I screwed up! You two don't have to keep piling on."

"No, you fucked up Blake. And you need to fix it." Eve said to him.

Blake sighed.

"After all of this, I need a drink. Eve you coming?" Lino asked.

"Right behind you," she replied.

Blake watched them head to the bar before looking toward the doors leading to the pool. He had to make sure you were okay. And he had to see whether or not Sky had his hands all over you.

—–

Swimming with Sky was a lot more fun than you thought it would be. Halfway down the path to the pool, Sky pulled out a blindfold and blindfolded you. Saying that he had a surprise to show you. When you got to the pool he took your blindfold off and took your breath away.

There were rose petals and candles everywhere. It was sweet, romantic, and beautiful.

"Did you do all this?" you ask.

"I did. With a little help from your friends."

"Eve and Lino helped you?"

"Not in the way you may be thinking. I asked them what you like and they told me that you're sort of a hopeless romantic. So I went out and bought a few dozen roses and some candles. I hope you like it."

"I love it. Thank you."

"Look, I know why we're doing this. I know it's to make your man jealous but I was serious when I said any man would kill for a woman like you."

You couldn't help the blush on your cheeks.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself cowboy."

"I know we have parts to play but who said we couldn't have a little fun?"

You smile at him before kissing him softly.

"True. So wanna go for a swim? The water is warm."

"Let's go."

You two stripped down to your swimwear and jumped into the pool. It was refreshing to not have to think about Blake and his walking poor life choice. It was even more refreshing to have someone treat you the way you deserve. You two spent several minutes splashing, racing, and generally horsing around in the pool. After about an hour you were starting to get cold, so you two took a break and stretched out on a chaise lounge, and looked up at the stars.

"This was everything. Thank you so much."

He kissed the knuckle of your right hand.

"You're welcome. I just wanted to do something special for you."

"I appreciate it. It's nice to be wanted by someone."

"As you should be."

Sky trailed light kisses from the palm of your right hand to your wrist, up your forearm to your shoulder, and then your neck.

"You're gonna have to stop."

"¿Por qué mami?" he whispered against your neck.

"Because I'm starting to get used to it. We're supposed to be playing our parts."

"Entonces juguemos."

"You're so giving me a Spanish lesson."

"Gladly mamí."

Sky tangled his left hand in your hair and pulled your head back and slid his tongue in your mouth. This is what you should be doing with Blake but in the meantime, there's Sky. He slid his right hand into your swimsuit cupping your breast and rubbing your nipple in circles. The sensation was enough to drive you up a wall.

Sky kissed and sucked on your neck as he undid the top of your swimsuit. With your breasts free, Sky was able to massage and play with them much to Blake's chagrin.

"Te quiero mami. Dame lo que necesito."

Yup. You were definitely gonna make Blake take Spanish lessons. Because hearing it whispered in your ear is doing it for you.

You wanted him to devour you. To just gobble you up. You were getting impatient so you hurriedly took off your swimsuit and he tossed his swim trunks before having you straddle him. This gave Blake a very clear view of your very bare ass.

"Habla mami. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to taste me."

He nibbled on your chin before going to your neck as his hands roamed your body. He slid his hands to your thighs. Massaging them open then sliding his hands in between. It didn't take him long to find your aching clit. You loved the way he played with you.

"You're so soft for me mamí."

"Must've been all that swimming."

You let out a sound that was half gasp half moan as you felt his fingers slip inside you.

"Grind on my hand mamí. Let me feel you."

Feeling his fingers move inside you, gave you all the motivation that you needed to move. This feeling was deliriously intoxicating. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you rode his fingers.

"Así es mami solo así."

Your moans started to get louder as your orgasm began to build. You could feel your muscles contract and release around his fingers. Bouncing and grinding against him building friction.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! You feel so good!"

"Take it! Tell me that you want it!"

"I want it Papí! I need it!"

Sky pumped his fingers inside of you a few more times then shoved them so deep that it sent your orgasm over the edge and you screamed. Flooding his hand. He slowly removed his hand from between your legs. He smiled wickedly at you.

"Suck. Now!"

He wanted to watch you taste yourself. You look him directly in the eye while you slowly lick and suck your own juices off of his fingers.

"Fuck you are so beautiful when you do that."

He had a glint in his eyes. Half trouble half fun.

"I want you to sit on my face."

A slow smirk bloomed on your face.

"You serious?"

"Heart attack."

You smiled wickedly at each other as he watched you stand up, he laid down, and you sat directly on his face. Your jaw fell open as you made contact with his tongue. You dug your nails into his chest and arched your back as he ferociously ate you out.

"Oh shit! Fuck! You feel so good!" you moaned completely oblivious to your surroundings. You had no idea you were being watched.

This was the second time Blake watched you and Sky together. And Blake was so ashamed of how hot the sex between you two was; even more of how aroused he was to watch you in the throws of passion.

With shuddered breath, he took his excitement out of his jeans and started feverishly rubbing.

You rode Sky's face like a jockey on a horse. Moving your hips and grinding into him as you buried his face in your pussy and lost yourself in the pleasure. He was doing exactly what you needed him to do. Your eyes rolled back, you shuddered, and your body shook as your second orgasm tore through you.

You got off him and noticed the satisfied smirk on his face.

"God you taste so good."

"Thank you, Papí."

You noticed that Sky was hard as a rock. That's what you wanted.

"Well someone is happy to see me."

Sky sat up slightly holding his dick.

"Siempre mami. Come get a taste."

He guided you to lay down on the lounge chair. So that your head was hanging of the edge. He ran his swollen head across your lips before slipping it inside your mouth. With his hands around the back of your head, he began to fuck your face. He looks ves the feeling of your mouth. It's wet, warm, and inviting. He watched your head bob up and down on his shaft in a haze. He was in heaven. Hearing the disgusting yet sexy sounds that cane from your mouth made him giddy.

"¡Si asi es mi amor! Suck this dick!"

Feeling his hips move was a high for you. His moans were music to your ears.

"You feel so good mamí! Give me your mouth! Give me your throat!"

In this moment being slutted out was what you needed, wanted, and craved. Nearly choking, eye-watering, and saliva dribbling down made you feel more alive than ever.

When he shoved his dick deep into your mouth one last time, he unloaded his warm seed down your throat. When he pulled out of your mouth thoroughly satisfied.

"¡Ay mami! ¡Eres tan buena!" he said while catching his breath.

You licked your lips just as satisfied as he was.

"Now what am I gonna do with you?" you purred.

"Whatever you want. I am yours."

You had him lay down on the lounge chair because you just had to get it out of her system. You had to ride him like a rodeo. You couldn't help it. You needed desperately to feel him inside you again. She slid down onto his dick after briefly sucking him off again and went to town. You bounced up and down on his dick riding him hard. Using him however you wanted just to get off. He enjoyed it as well.

Feeling you pussy grip his dick drove him insane. He took advantage of the situation by grabbing your hips and thrusting his making him fuck you harder. He watched as you began to unravel. In that moment, all you cared about was your own selfish pleasure. You wrapped your arm around his neck and dug your nails into his back.

This is what you wanted. This is what Blake should be giving you every night.

With a firm grip on your ass, Sky guided you up and down his shaft pushing you further and further to that climatic edge. When he brought you down onto his lap one final, your vision went white as you broke under the intense pressure of your orgasm. Sky moaned as he finished just as Blake climaxed all over his hand.

Whew! You both were spent! Clinging to each other in a haze of raw pleasure. Grinning at each other like fools.

Meanwhile, Blake was both ashamed and astonished at the fact he got off watching you fuck another man.

'Fuck, I need her,' he thought, retreating back into the shadows.

This situation couldn't happen again. Sky needed to go. Because girlfriend or not you belong only to Blake.

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