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The Real Deal

Part 5 - Never Alone

Description: Bill and Cassandra have been friends a long time and with time realize Cassandra he is her dream but not just him but also his lifestyle.

Characters: AU Single Bill Skarsgård. A version of Bill where he becomes single 2017 and with a different timeline. AU Skarsgårds and others. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: The story will jump from 2001 until present day. This chapter jump between 2015 and 2019.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, drugs, drunkeness, toxic relationship, smut (sort of), sex work, slut shaming.

Notes: Remember that is is fiction and the most of isn't true and is just for entertainment.

"Still haven't heard from him?"

"Not a word, not even on Facebook."

"He's such a fucking idiot. You know, he has done this to others too, just completely ignoring them and I don't understand why. Sure his job sucks, but like, come on."

"But he has contact with you, your family?"

"Em… Mostly Gustaf, me only a bit. Mom and dad a bit but they are also mad at his behavior."

Cassie hadn't heard from Bill for months. Not even on her birthday. Last time she heard from him he talked about his new work conditions, the asshole producers and parties that more or less always ended up with him and Landon hungover in their apartment with no memories of the night before. She had been annoyed with him during the whole conversation because he just spoke about his life. His job, his friends, his dreams, his disappointment. Cassie was relieved when the phone call was over. Now, several months later she wished she could just hear him complain again. She missed him so much that she had called Eija just to get some answers but she didn't have many.

"Do you think… It's drugs or something?" Cassie asked carefully, like she didn't really want to know the answer.

"It sounds like they smoke a lot. They seem to mostly be inside, smoking and planning their success. It feels like they have some sort of megalomania…"

Cassie laughed a little.

"Hasn’t he always had that?"

Eija laughed.

"I think my whole family suffers from that to be honest."

Cassie laughed too and looked around in her dorm room. She had a picture of her, Eija and Bill together pinned on the fairy lights on the wall. It was from a drunken night in Stockholm a couple of years ago. Both siblings looked like models while Cassie felt like she looked like a toad in between them. Now it was early morning on a Sunday while in Sweden it was afternoon. Cassie started to wonder if she maybe bothered Eija.

"But no drugs then?"

"No serious drugs. Just weed and some party drugs. I mostly think they are angry little boys locked in the apartment and then they party when the girlfriend is there."

Cassie sighed. The girlfriend. The crazy actress. She had understood from Bill that they fought a lot. That they both made each other jealous on purpose and she even had hit him a few times. It sounded so toxic as it could be and Cassie didn't even wanna hear it. Her Bill wouldn't do all this shit. Her Bill would never be with such a person and he would definitely not begin to act like it himself.

"Okay… Thank you, Eija. But please ask him to call me if you're talking to him."

"Totally. I'm always here for you, Cassie. Especially when Bill is being an asshat and doesn't see that he can lose you."

Bill was back in Stockholm again. It was always a relief for him to come home to his country. He had his own apartment for six month that he had been decorating himself. First he asked Cassie, mostly because he didn’t have the energy to think about such things by himself but she had refused to help him. It wasn’t to be mean but because she knew Bill could do it himself. He had good taste and even an interest but as soon as he actually needed to do the work he couldn't decide for himself. Because of the lack of help he had been forced to do it by himself and was now quite pleased with the result. It had simple, white walls and polished wooden floors. Classic Scandinavian interior design. He had mostly photo art on the walls but in the living room he had a vintage poster of the solar system. On one wall he also had a drawing. A Pennywise drawing made by Director Andy Muschietti himself. The first he had bought for his apartment was a massive wooden table to have in the dining area. It was maybe the most important thing, except for the bed that was a special bed, extra long because of his height but also because he could move quite a lot when he was asleep. The couch was also big, so that many people could sit comfortably but it also made for lazy days. It was in black velvet with a chrome glass table in front of it. Next to it stood two bookcases in dark wood filled with books. It was probably quite obvious a man lived there.

Bill walked around in the apartment, thinking about putting on that series everyone was talking about or if he should read the book for a script adaptation he received but he was too restless for those kinds of activities. He was often restless, even if he loved being back in Sweden it was hard to live so… slow. What did others do?

A thought or a feeling swimmed around in his head which made it even harder to just continue doing nothing. He sat down on the couch and looked at Cassie's number on his phone, then called her without even considering the large time difference in New York.

Cassie lay awake scrolling her phone even if it was early Sunday. Usually she would sleep until noon but now she wasn't alone. Georg was there, lying behind her with an arm round her waist. They were covered by her dark blue sheets and nothing else. Cassie knew this was the new normal, now when he paid so much but it was annoying to not decide for herself when he could spend the night and when not to. He was probably expecting a quickie before he went home to his big flat with a view over central park. Cassie sighed and tried to move his arm from her body without waking him up. She almost cheered when she succeeded and then stood up without looking at Georg who was lying on his back with his chest of white hair exposed. When Cassie approached the bathroom her phone started to buzz on the nightstand and in a panic she grabbed it and ran to the bathroom. Locked in the bathroom she looked down at her buzzing phone and saw Bill calling. She smiled and answered even if she didn't know how long Georg would stay asleep.

"Hey," said Bill, then he was quiet. He often did that. Call to just pretend she was close.

"Did you have a specific reason to call,” Cassie asked while she sat down on the toilet to pee.

"Are you peeing?" He asked. He could hear the familiar sound and smirked.

"Yeees."

"Is it nice?"

"So nice. First pee of the day you know," Cassie said while flushing and washed her hands with her phone pressed between her shoulder and cheek.

"That one is nice."

"Mhm. What are you doing Billy? Are you restless?"

She knew him too well or he was just that easy to read.

"Yeah… But I also have a question?"

Cassie put on a robe and looked at her make-up free face in the mirror.

"So… Larissa and I, well that never happened but as the impulsive idiot I am, I bought a ticket for her to my family's Christmas trip… Do you want to go instead?" He rambled. He did it so she wouldn't focus so much on him and Larissa had stopped seeing each other but he also knew Cassie would still ask about that even if he didn't want to talk about it. He laid on the couch chewing on his pinky as he waited on the question he didn't want to answer.

"Ooh… What happened?"

Bill sighed. Cassie knew he didn't want to talk about it but she also knew he needed to talk about it and it was most often her who he talked about such things with.

"Yeah you know, she felt I was more interested in my job than her."

"I'm sorry Bill but I know how important your job is so it was probably for the best. You will find someone that can accept your work conditions."

"Sometimes I just think… Maybe I shouldn't have broken up with my ex. It did work pretty good."

Now it was Cassie's turn to sigh. He had said these things before. Bill wanted safety and wanted that special girl by his side. He didn't like being single and definitely not dating.

"You didn't want the same thing. You know that. You don't even know what would have happened if you had a child. Maybe she would have then said you must work less."

Bill was quiet on the line. He played with a lighter he had found on the table and thought, again, that he should start smoking again.

"Anyway, do you want to come to Thailand with my big awful family? You don't need to pay anything because I've already paid for everything."

Cassie smiled and thought about it. Bill, calm, tanned, happy. His family, warm, fun and safe. And the luxury. The best hotel, white beaches and exotic restaurants. Larissa was stupid to ditch Bill before the trip.

"Of course Billy, I would love to."

His legs were spread out on each side of her. Long and hairy with childhood scars on his knees. Cassie dragged her fingers through the hair while Bill played the Swedish game Bulleribock on her back.

"Bulleri bulleri bock hur många horn står det opp?"

Cassie tried to feel how many fingers he pressed against her back.

"Three?"

"Tre du sa, tre det var bulleri bulleri bock."

They were finally together again. Together in Gustaf's apartment in Stockholm, in his bed. Gustaf was filming so Bill had his apartment and when he had left Canada, the weird girlfriend and the messy film set, he called Cassie. He had thought a lot about her but was so locked in his bubble he had problems reaching out. He and Landon had felt lonely so unconsciously they had made themself even more lonely.

He was so happy being with Cassie again, lying in bed and breathing in her scent and calmness. Her caring nature. They laid between the green sheets, Cassie with her head on Bill's bare chest. She played with the hairs around his nipples. It had just grown more and more and she wondered when it would spread out over his chest.

"He said he needed some time to think… Then a few days later I saw him with another girl at the restaurant I've taken him to on our third date… You know that Lebanese place you showed me," said Cassie and continued to play with his nipple hair. He had asked her about the guy she was seeing and once again the guy had more or less just disappeared. She felt it was her curse, to meet guys that never saw her as the right girl.

"Ahh gumman, I'm sorry… I knew you liked him," said Bill and took her hand. Cassie looked up at his face and shrugged her shoulders. Bill dragged his other hand over her back, dressed in one of his t-shirts.

"I don't like him anymore. Nothing to grieve. Do you want to tell me what happened to you and that girl now?"

Bill sighed and dragged his hand over his forehead and back through his messy hair.

"I don't know what to say really. I don't think anything worked between us. We were so different from each other and just… You know what I mean, we were not good for each other."

Cassie nodded a little and positioned herself so they could lay face to face.

"She likes wild parties, drama… She wanted me to spank her and call her a whore and…"

Cassie smiled a bit amused.

"Can't you do that? Just be a daddy?" She teased. Bill sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, maybe I'm old fashioned but it feels really weird doing such a thing to a woman. I know people like that shit but I think it's just degrading and… I want to be her boyfriend, not her daddy."

Cassie smiled a little and looked down at Bill's lips for a second. She knew he had those feelings just like the majority of Swedes in the country. Everything should be politically correct and even sex was a political question. He had also been friends with many feminist girls that had called him a pig if he even thought about calling a girl a whore in bed.

"Wouldn't you even want to try? Just to see how it is?" She asked and again looked down at his lips.

"Sure with the right girl… Explore when I know it's just between me and her… But she wanted everyone to hear and wanted to cause a scene…"

Bill dragged a hand over his face and closed his eyes like it was painful to think back on. Cassie understood what he wanted to say but wasn’t able to formulate. He didn't feel safe with that girl. He should be a man and be confident and horny but instead he was the one that felt unsafe. Cassie understood that even if Bill couldn't phrase it. She pressed herself closer to him, hugged him and gave him a kiss and the side of his neck.

"You're such a good guy, Billy and that's never a bad thing."

Cassie looked at Bill's broad back spread on Thailand's hot sand on a thin blanket. He had gotten color quite fast but it shifted to a red tone. His scandinavian skin wasn't really made for this sort of weather. Cassie had just come up from the water and looked out over the beach. Eija and her fiancé lay close by in the shadows. They always looked so in love and Cassie could often envy them. There were few who had such a relationship as those two had. Bill turned and looked at her. He had a pair of old sunglasses he had lived in when he was like 24. She had had similar ones just like everyone else but now felt they were outdated. Bill wasn't exactly a trendsetter.

"I'm really glad you came. I don't know who to bug otherwise. It's just couples," he said as he sat up. He had let his facial hair be and he had a shadow of a mustache on the top of his lip. Cassie smiled and fixed her red bikini before sitting down.

"You have Valter."

Bill smiled bashfully.

"We both know he has more in common with Ossian than with me."

Cassie smirked and brushed away some sand from her knees. Bill and Valter loved each other like brothers do but had a problem finding common ground over more than film and they rarely talked the same language even then.

"We don't have so much in common either. I have style while you don't. You are pretentious while I'm not…"

Bill laughed and faked offensiveness.

"I'm not pretentious!"

Cassie gave him a pointed look.

"Come on, even your dad gets nervous to talk about some things with you! You’re suddenly name dropping some philosopher from Taiwan or something!"

Bill shook his head with a smirk. Cassie smiled at him because both of them knew she was right but they also knew he was pretentious because he was really intelligent and keen to learn. Lots of people thought of him as just an actor but he probably could have been just whatever he liked.

"So what is your dude doing?" Bill asked, stretching out his long body. The swim shorts sat low on his hips and tight in the front.

"Who?" Cassie said while watching Bill's body up and down.

"The older gentleman," Bill said with an old British accent. Cassie looked away. She didn't want to talk about Georg. That was something Bill shouldn't be a part of and that was also a finished chapter. When she had told Georg that she was going away on a trip with a male friend he had lost it. He felt that he paid her enough to just be with him and not "whore around" as he put it. He didn't want her to have contact with any other men and that would have never worked. Especially because of Bill. She needed to have Bill in her life.

"Oh, that wasn't anything serious. Just a bullshit thing. That's over."

Bill patted her thigh.

"Aren't we hopeless? Soon we’ll be thirty and still single."

Cassie clicked her tongue.

"That’s not even old. I still feel the same as I did in my early twenties," Cassie said a bit annoyed. She hated when Bill made them sound old.

"I just thought I wouldn't be alone in my thirties. It seems a bit sad." He said and sat up on the blanket and pushed his sunglasses up on his head.

"Bill, for having two older brothers that have lived like they are twenty until they were forty you are so conservative. You don't need to have someone just because you are thirty. And you should definitely not be with someone just to not be alone." She said it like she was annoyed at him but she was just annoyed at how much he restrained himself. All this talk about not being alone made her sad for his sake, because he made poor choices because of it.

Bill was quiet, Cassie was one of few that was totally honest with him. That dared to say the things he didn't want to hear. He knew he didn't need a girlfriend, he knew he didn't need emotional support around the corner but he couldn't stop acting that way. It had become a part of his persona.

He took Cassie's hand that lay in her lap and played with her fingers between his. He had a bit to learn from Cassie but she had also had something to learn from him. She gave up on people, jobs and interests if they didn't reward her quickly but he wouldn't bring that up now, that would be childish and he didn't want to hurt her.

"I love you, Cassandra."

Cassie smiled and looked at their hands.

"I love you, Bill."

Just when Cassie sat and felt the warmth in her chest he surprised her by lifting her up and throwing her up on his shoulder.

"Bill!" She screamed in panic when he started to run down to the water.

"I'm going to punish you for talking like that to me!" He said and ran down in the water while Cassie just screamed. She never liked when he did those kinds of things and he knew it. Sometimes he was like an irritating brother. When the water was deep enough he threw her in.

In the shadow sat Eija and her fiancé watching them and smiled amused.

"Why aren't they a couple? Have they ever tried to?" Asked her fiancé and looked between her face and Bill and Cassie. Eija sighed deeply.

"He has. But she doesn't want to. She has always refused him."

Her fiancé nodded a little, sadly. He knew Bill well now and knew he was a sensitive guy so such a thing must have broken him.

Even if Bill had said he wanted to lay in bed for weeks after coming home from Canada he agreed to come to a club opening with some friends. Cassie still sat in bed when he turned around with the phone pressed against his cheek.

"That's okay right? I think it can be fun to do something."

Cassie smiled and unintentionally fixed her hair. It was with friends of Bill's she knew so it could actually be fun.

"Yeah okay." She said and Bill gave her a big smile as an answer while he searched after his socks on the floor. He had managed to put on his jeans while talking on the phone. Now he had a shirt and socks to look for. Cassie still sat in just one of his t-shirts and panties. She hadn't any reason to dress yet.

When he hung up he had one sock on and his jeans were still unbuttoned. Breathless, after the fight with the socks he turned to Cassie again.

"So pizza?"

Cassie laughed a little and stood up and in the bed and threw her arms on Bill's neck.

"Sure but not that weird one you like to eat!"

"Oh with peanuts?" He placed her down the bed, passing her jeans to her.

"And not that one with fries on it!"

She put on the jeans and her own socks.

"You have the worst taste in pizza!" Bill said with a dramatic voice and threatened her with his boot. Cassie smirked and put on her own outerwear.

"It's swedes that have that! Especially you! And don't you dare wear that jacket! It's so fucking ugly!"

The day went by as they ate and got ready for the club event. Cassie panicked over her outfit while Bill chose to keep the one he had on from earlier that day. Cassie wished she could just wear jeans and a t-shirt but girls couldn't get away with such an outfit at a club opening. People would think she was Bill's assistant or something. She decided to wear a deep purple Herve Leger look-alike dress.

"Wow," Bill said when he saw her. She stood in front of the hallway mirror putting on a big pair of hoop earrings.

"Do I look okay?" She asked and looked down at herself.

"You will be the prettiest girl there."

"Am I overdressed?"

"Who cares? You look great."

Bill had words like hot and sexy on his tongue but that was weird to say to a friend. Maybe she would even think he was just joking around. He looked at her up and down again and he felt a bit underdressed but he wouldn't feel comfortable in a dress shirt at a club. Together they went to a friend of Bill's. It was mostly just guys but Cassie had met them many times and she felt comfortable. The friend lived in a big Victorian apartment in the old parts of Stockholm, an apartment his father owned but he "borrowed" from him. Bill's friends were a mix, some super privileged and others that fought hard to afford their one room apartment in Botkyrka. Still Cassie always felt like there was a flair of luxury when she was in Stockholm she couldn't put her finger on why but she always felt a bit like a princess around Bill.

Bill liked that Cassie could mingle so well with his friends, she was fun, sweet and confident. He liked watching her from afar when she mingled around with his friends but while doing that he also noticed other things. How several of his friends looked at her body in that tight dress, someone that winked their eye at her and another that even offered his lap for her to sit in. Bill just felt his hands tremble and his face flush but wiped it away as just friendly care. He knew his place, that he shouldn't jump in and he knew also Cassie could handle it by herself. His friends may be flirty but they always understood a no.

The club had some sort of rave theme with neon, blinking lights and bubbles. It was fun for a while but then Bill craved a smoke and Cassie just wanted some fresh air. Bill left Cassie on a bench, after checking it was alright and then walked to the smoking area. He stood around with people dressed as dark as himself. Cassie had realized quickly that she wore totally the wrong outfit. She could never really learn the Swedish dress code, she always felt either overdressed or underdressed. She looked at Bill talking with a brunette. She was probably in her thirties and had a messy updo like she had danced wildly.

The girl on the bench next to Cassie asked her something in Swedish and pointed to Bill.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Swedish." Cassie said politely.

"Aw, you're British, that's so cute! I just asked if you're here with him?" Said the girl and moved to sit next to Cassie. The girl had long blonde hair and a black skater dress on.

"Yeah, why?"

"I know who he is. We actually went to school together."

"Oh, wow." Cassie smiled. She didn't really know what to say.

"Are you his girlfriend?"

Cassie looked at Bill, who still stood with the brunette. She seemed to give his under arm a massage and Cassie furrowed her brows at the odd vision.

"No, no we're just friends…" said Cassie but continued to look at Bill smiling at the woman in front of him.

"Okay…" said the blonde but looked at Cassie who couldn't stop watching Bill.

"You know, when he left Sweden he was cute, really cute but now… He's sexy. There’s quite a few people that have decided they want him."

"Yeah…" said Cassie and tried to give the girl a smile. It wasn't anything new, she could also see that Bill had changed the years he was away. That he now looked mysterious and sexy. She also understood there were probably many girls in Stockholm that wanted to claim him as their own. Cassie looked at the brunette again, she was older than Bill and looked at him with a perfect mix of care and wonder. Like he was a golden prince.

Cassie and Bill walked in again and danced with his friends but also got company of the brunette and her friends. They just danced silly and wild. Cassie couldn't really understand how Bill suddenly could be so drunk but she noticed he more and more used her as some sort of pillar to lean on and his eyes becoming heavy.

"It's time for you to take Billen home now! Before you find him sleeping somewhere!" said one of his friends and gave Cassie an amused smile. Bill had a tendency to fall asleep easily and at weird places when he was drunk.

"No, no. I'm okay…" said Bill with a lazy voice and dragged a hand over his face.

"No it's time to go home," said Cassie and took Bill's hands. She felt Bill's friends and the others watching them. "You know, half my pizza is waiting for us in the fridge." She said and dragged him with her.

"Sov gott kompis!" Shouted his friends while Cassie dragged Bill with her through the club.

Bill was extremely sleepy so Cassie got them a taxi at Slussen even if it wasn't so far to walk but she was afraid Bill wouldn't be able to walk. He was just as sleepy in the taxi but when they were in Gustaf's apartment again he had wolfed down Cassie's pizza leftovers and drank quite a lot of water. With a full belly he perked up a bit. They got ready for bed together, or Bill brushed his teeth then sat at the toilet lid watching Cassie do her procedure.

"Have you stopped using hand cream as night cream?" Cassie teased. Another time after a night out he thought he would surprise her and do a facial routine too, the problem was just that he took her hand cream instead.

Bill stuck out his tongue and stretched his arm.

"I don't feel that tired anymore," he said and played with the elastic of his boxers. Cassie sighed because she actually was.

"We're going to sleep now. You need it." She said like a determined mother.

Bill didn't say anything, just followed her to bed. They already had their side of the bed, the same side they always slept on.

They laid down face to face under the fluffy covers and looked at each other with small smiles. Cassie thought about what that girl had said, that Bill was sexy, it was true but right then and there he was just that cute little boy, with big eyes and an elfish nose. Bill watched Cassie, admired her makeup free face. He had always liked her like that. She looked much younger but still sexy in an innocent way. He breathed heavily and crawled closer to her. Cassie smiled and thought he just wanted to cuddle so she laid her arms around his shoulders but Bill kissed her softly. His lips were wet and plush, like they already were swollen full of kisses. First Cassie just laid shocked but when he kissed her again she kissed back. Bill's hands took a hold of her waist over her t-shirt and continued to caress her back. He did it softly, like how you pat a kitten. They kissed a few times more just as softly and innocent. She knew Bill so well she knew he waited on her to deepen the kiss, to show him it was okay that they went to the next level. She licked his plump bottom lip to make him separate his lips and invite her tongue in. He groaned when they started to kiss passionately and he pushed her t-shirt up a bit to touch her naked hips and waist. Cassie caressed Bill's shoulder and chest but slowly a voice in her head started to get louder and louder.

This will destroy your friendship. He is your only real friend.

She pulled away from his arms and pushed his chest. Bill let go of her fast and looked at her with his big eyes like he had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry… But you're drunk Bill and… You're my best friend. This is such a bad idea." She rambled. Bill crawled away even more to give her space and nodded a little.

"We're friends, Bill…"

"Yeah, yeah…" he said and turned away his eyes. "I'm going to pee…" he said lowly to get away from the situation and went to the bathroom.

Cassie sat up in bed and hugged a pillow. She was sure that Bill was just drunk and horny. They had been friends for so long, why would he suddenly want to kiss her? He probably missed that actress girl.

Bill stood in the bathroom, splashing his face and neck with cold water and then looked at his reflection. She had rejected him again. Okay, he was just eleven the first time but it felt the same. He was really friendzoned. He had thought he felt a chemistry between them but obviously he was wrong. He would never try that again, it was humiliating to be rejected and one more time their friendship wouldn’t survive.

When Bill came out Cassie pretended to sleep and it was the best for the both of them because they both felt humiliated. The both of them believed they were the only one with romantic feelings for the other one.

Their friendship would survive the situation, probably thanks to that fact that both of them had a partner just a few months later.

Bulleri Bock - a child game where you push in fingers in a person's back and they will guess how many you hold up.

Bulleri bulleri goat how many horns stands up? (drumming on the other person's back and then holds up some fingers against the other person's back)

(The other person is guessing)

(the person's guess) you said, (the right answer) it was. Bulleri bulleri goat.

(drumming on the guessing person's back again)

Gumman - is from the beginning a loveable word for an old lady but is today a pet name for girls. The male version is Gubben.

Swedish feminism - have been really radical and have roots in swedish social democratic history where everything is politic. It's better now, it peaked with #metoo but after that have other opinions and feministic perspective become okay.

Botkyrka - Part of Stockholm County that is an area of exclusion and has high criminality.

Slussen - area that connects Gamla Stan with Södermalm. A common place to expire from when you're in Stockholm. Also known for their constant rebuilding.

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Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To

Fandom: Resident Evil VIII/Village

Words: 4,000

Characters: regressor!reader, cg!Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu (other Dimitrescu sisters mentioned).

Content Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. CGLRE terminology/parental caregiver terms (Mommy). Diaper mentions. Firearms, knives, and vampirism. Reader gets injured (but cared for afterwards). Minor character death. Blood. Eldritch biology and limited insect horror. Fem reader (uses she/her pronouns).

Author’s Notes: Y’all are clearly hungry for caregiver Lady Dimitrescu, and I hear you! I’m planning a fluffy follow-up fanfiction with a happy reader getting babied by Alcina, where there is no blood and violence, but first… we have to take care of Ethan Winters. So that’s what this is. Enjoy!

You come to consciousness slowly, the strands of a dream still clinging to you. The memory is already fading, but you remember feeling cold. Wandering a frozen wasteland, lost and alone.

It’s a relief to breathe in the warm air of your bedroom. The fire has burned down to embers, but the windows keep out the cold winter of the mountains around the castle where you live. The rooms are always kept warm for the comfort of your big sisters.

You yawn and stretch your arms over your head, wiggling your toes against the soft sheets of your bed as you shake off the lingering fatigue. You were dressed in a onesie for the night, with a short built-in skirt, and you don’t really feel like a baby right now. Today, you want to run around and explore the castle on certain legs.

You slide out of the bed and make an unhappy sound as the cold stone meets your bare feet. You quickly make your way over to the heavy wardrobe that towers on the wall across from your bed. Far too tall for you, it was made to fit Mommy’s dresses, but you liked climbing in it so much that Mommy brought it to your room one night while you were sleeping, and filled it with your own outfits.

You reach up to the handle and pull the doors open, looking up at the many dresses and onesies that fill the wardrobe. It’s winter right now, so there’s a whole section of fur-lined dresses that will keep you warm if you want to play with Mommy outside. You don’t do that often, because your sisters get jealous, but Mommy is really good at making snowforts that you can climb inside, and you like playing with her in the snow.

For today, you pick out a simple ruffled black dress that comes down to your knees. Mommy can do your hair with black ribbons and crow feathers, and you’ll blend in with your sisters’ dark dresses.

Humming to yourself, you bring the new outfit over to the statue in the corner. The door to the bathroom is hidden in an alcove, and you have to push the statue’s elbow to open it. This seemed odd when you first moved into this room, but now it’s just another part of your daily routine. The castle is full of tricks and hidden passages, and you still haven’t explored all of them.

You slip past the statue into the revealed doorway, and dump your clothes on the floor as you rid yourself of the onesie and the diaper underneath. Baby stuff! You’re not a baby today.

You replace the diaper with a pair of soft bloomers, and the onesie with the black dress. It has a line of buttons that run up your spine, and you can’t quite reach them all, so you leave a few undone and decide you’ll ask one of your sisters to help. Mommy has been busy a lot for the last few days, so you don’t know if you’ll see her today. You hope so, though. You miss her.

You pull a pair of stockings on, sighing happily as your toes are finally protected from the cold tile floor. The rest of the bathroom visit is boring, brushing your teeth and washing your face. One of your big sisters will brush your hair: hopefully Bela, she tugs your scalp the least.

Once you’re all dressed, you skip out of the bathroom and slip on a pair of shoes. They’re flats, because you’re too young to walk in heels, but they click on the stone floors and make you feel like a little tap dancer. And they have bats printed on the sides in white, which makes you happy.

You run into the hallway, letting the golden door to your room close behind you.

This castle used to confuse you, with all its winding hallways and grand staircases. You would get lost whenever Mommy wasn’t holding your hand, and one of your sisters would find you and drag you back to your room. They didn’t like you very much at first, but they’ve gotten nicer. Daniela reads to you sometimes, and Bela plays pretend when you ask her. Cassandra is… Cassandra, and she tries to feed you lots of nasty things, but she also likes to do your makeup. So she’s okay.

The four of you cuddle sometimes, when Mommy’s away and the castle is a little chilly. They like your body heat, and you like the contact.

Through the years, you’ve gotten comfortable both with your big sisters and with the castle itself. It’s second nature to dodge through the secret passage to the staircase into the main foyer, peering around for any of the other castle inhabitants. Mommy gave up on the servants again last week, so it’s just you and your family members right now. Unless you want to go down into the basement and play with the remains, who stumble and hiss and take care of the rats. They don’t attack you, only intruders, but they aren’t very much fun to play with.

“Mommy? Sisters?” you call out into the hall, tapping one foot against the ground.

For a few moments, there’s nothing. Then Mommy ducks through the door behind you, fully dressed with her lipstick on. Maybe she’s already been out today.

“Sweetheart?” Mommy rushes over and kneels on the stone floor to embrace you. “What are you doing out of your room?”

“Hungry,” you say. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, little one.” Mommy draws back and puts both hands on your shoulders. She makes you feel so small. You almost wish you’d worn a onesie today. When you’re a baby, Mommy carries you everywhere and never lets you out of her arms. That sounds nice, especially when you missed her so much. “Listen to me, sweetheart.”

Mommy looks… serious. You blink and try to focus. What is that look in her eyes? It’s so unfamiliar. Could it be worry? No, Mommy doesn’t worry about anything.

“I need you to go back to your room and lock the door, okay? I’ll bring you food soon, but you need to stay there.” She isn’t blinking as she stares into your eyes. “Some prey has escaped. Your sisters will handle him swiftly, but he is armed. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Sometimes, Hunters come to the castle and try and hurt your family, and you have to wait in your room. They bring knives and guns, but they can’t hurt any of the others. You aren’t like your sisters, you’re fragile. So Mommy keeps you safe.

“I’ll carry you there, little one. And remember, don’t you leave.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy wraps her arms around you, and the ground drops away. Settled on her hip, you cling to her side. Mommy runs hot like you, not like your sisters. When you lay on her chest, you can hear her pulse, a rapid double-beat. Your sisters don’t have a heartbeat, but you can hear the fluttering wings that fill their chest if you hold your breath and listen closely.

You like Mommy’s warmth, and you like how strong her arms are around you. You can barely feel the rhythm of her steps as she drifts down the hallway towards your room.

“I’m a big girl today,” you tell her. She’s carrying you like a baby, but maybe she just missed you as much as you missed her. Or maybe she really is worried.

“I can tell! You got dressed all by yourself,” Mommy teases, wiggling a finger into the gap left by the buttons you couldn’t reach.

“Uh-huh!” You’re proud of the outfit you picked out. “Can we play outside soon?”

“Once the problem is taken care of, I would love to watch you play in the courtyard.” She rests her hand at your back, keeping you close. “Big girls need their fresh air, after all.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

She sets you down all too soon, straightening them hem of your dress. “Here we are, darling. Don’t open the door for anyone other than your sisters, and protect yourself if you must.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” Mommy presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, and then ushers you inside the bedroom. You turn in time to watch her close the door behind you, and you obediently turn the lock. Only Mommy’s key can open your room, like many others in the castle.

You flop onto your bed with a huff.

You got to see Mommy for the first time in days, but she’s busy with some stupid human who escaped from your sisters. You hate the stupid human who’s costing you time with Mommy, especially when she said you could play in the courtyard.

And you’re hungry! Mommy said she would bring you food, but you’re hungry now.

You kick your feet against the mattress. It’s a half-hearted tantrum, since no one is watching, but it makes you feel a little better.

Eventually, you hop off the bed and pace the room, your shoes going click click click on the stones.

It’s just one human, right? And you’re a big girl today. And it’s a big castle! He’s probably nowhere near the kitchen. You can run out, get some food, and then go right back to your room. Mommy will never know that you left.

You reluctantly retrieve your weapons from the top of the dresser, adding your belt of throwing knives on top of your dress. You aren’t supposed to use them when you’re little, but you’re not that little, and Mommy said to protect yourself if you needed to.

You take two of the knives in your hands, and try spinning them. It’s easy, body memory taking over. You toss one across the room, and it slices through the swirl of curtain you had been aiming at.

There, it’s settled. You’re a big girl and no manthing is going to scare you.

Nodding, you tuck the remaining knife back in its sheath, and turn your attention to the fireplace. It’s the fastest way to the kitchen from your room, and you’ve used it as a shortcut many times in the past. Your sisters don’t care if you get your dress dirty, they get blood and dirt on theirs all the time. So a little ash and grime is fine. (Mommy would disagree, but Mommy isn’t always around.)

You pour some water on the remaining embers from last night’s fire, and shuffle carefully into the fireplace. The wall at the back of the fireplace has crumbled away, revealing a passage that once needed to be triggered by pressing a certain brick. Now you can just crawl straight into it.

The rats like the passageways by the kitchen, and you brush past a few of them in the dark. Cassandra once trained a bunch of the castle rats to attack intruders, and you’ve had a fondness for the little friends ever since. They were scary in big groups, but just like everything else in Mommy’s castle, they would never hurt you.

You emerge into the kitchen, and stretch up to standing. As expected, your palms are covered in grime, and your skirt is heavy with soot and ash. You do your best to brush yourself off, and then start towards the sink to wash your hands, when a terrible screech fills the air.

“You stupid manthing!” you hear Bela scream from the next room.

Your headspace makes a quick shift into adulthood, startled to hear one of your sisters so distressed. Immediately, you run to the gate between the kitchen and the lower levels of the castle. Through the gate, you can see that one of the windows has been shattered. Dozens of your sister’s insects lie on the floor, unmoving, as she stumbles in the wind blowing through the broken glass.

“Bela!” you cry out, scrambling to open the gate. That’s when the first gunshot rings out, tearing through your sister’s shoulder. Her insects reform around it, but she cries out and you can tell that it hurt. As she stumbles to the left, you see the man standing behind her.

He’s covered in blood and grime, barely recognizable as human, but the stubble scattered across his cheeks marks him as prey to your family.

“Get away from my sister!” you scream, as the manthing shoots again at her. This shot hits her head, and insects scatter from the impact. Her face is gone for a moment, then reforms, her mouth wide open in rage.

Bela charges the stranger, her scythe held high.

You watch them struggle, and the man pushes her back into the frigid wind. He switches his attention to the windows, and breaks another one. You feel the winter air sweep inwards, and Bela wails.

“Bela, run!” You throw the gate open. “Get out of there!”

“He’s mine! My prey!” Bela hisses, advancing on the man again. Fear beats in your chest. You’ve never seen your sisters outmatched, but this man is too smart, and Bela is at a severe disadvantage in the room with broken windows. “How dare you bare your teeth at us!” She launches herself at the manthing again, and you watch his blood drip from your sister’s blade.

You’ve hunted with your sisters before. You’ve seen humans face death more times than you could count. You know how pain looks on their faces.

This man barely flinches as he pushes your sister back into the swirling snowflakes coming through the window. His face is set in a mask of determination, as he reloads his weapon and levels it again at Bela. This is no human like you’ve hunted before.

“Bela!” you scream, and throw one of your knives.

It sinks into the manthing’s thigh, and he hisses, pausing to pull it out and toss it aside. That brings your sister enough time to swoop towards him, but she’s moving more slowly in the cold air. The stranger manages to get his weapon back up before she can hit him, and fires straight into Bela’s face.

Both of you scream in unison, and you run forward into the room. The cold air prickles at your arms, but it doesn’t debilitate you the same way it does your sisters. You tug Bela backwards, as she writhes and hisses against your grip.

“Bela, find the others!” you yell. “Get out of here!”

The manthing seems to have finally picked you up as a threat. The next shot goes through your calf, and you lurch to the floor with a shout.

“How dare you!” Bela screeches, and throws herself again at the stranger.

You manage to get to your feet, and stumble towards the door. If you and Bela can get on the other side and then lock the manthing in the basement, Mother can deal with him without fear of the cold air or his stupid bullets. She is stronger than your sisters, stronger than anyone else.

Bela takes two more shots to her chest and begins retreating after you. You know that your sisters are unused to running from fights, but you don’t want to risk anything with this strange manthing who pulls knives out of his leg and tosses them aside without hesitation.

Another shot clips your shoulder, and your shaky grip on your adult headspace falls away. You topple to the ground, unable to stand the pain in your left leg.

You hear a scream, and it takes a moment to realize that it’s coming from you. You take your fear, your pain, and give it a voice. It echoes through the hallways.

“Mommy!”

The manthing seems to hesitate as your scream echoes around him.

You take the chance to throw another two knives. It’s a sloppy attempt, thrown haphazardly from the floor in pure self-defence. But they both strike true, one between his lower ribs and the other just above the mark from the first knife.

Red fluid seeps from him, dripping onto the tile.

He stumbles backwards, pulling a green bottle from his pocket and pouring its contents over his leg as he yanks the knife out. You watch as the blood is washed away, and the wounds close.

He came prepared.

“Ethan Winters!” a familiar voice snaps, and you almost collapse from pure relief. Mommy.

Mommy drifts in from the kitchen, ducking through the gated doorway and ushering Bela behind her. Bela is still snarling, but she’s clearly hurt, and allows her mother to push her back.

“You sneak into my house, you attack my daughters, youngest and eldest alike?”

The manthing fires his weapon again, directly into her chest, and you cover your ears against the noise. It echoes against the walls and although you know it can’t hurt Mommy, it scares you to see him try.

“You bring your filthy body to my property, you draw blood from my baby, and then you dare to raise your weapon to me?”

You haven’t seen Mommy this angry… ever. Her claws are extended, her back rigid as she faces down the man named Ethan Winters. Bela’s arms wrap around you and she drags you away from the fight. The movement jostles your wounded leg, and you cry out in spite of yourself, trying to twist out of Bela’s grasp.

Mommy looks back towards you. The man takes her lapse of attention as a chance to pull out a heavier gun, firing straight at her head.

It does nothing.

Mommy stands tall, in the face of bullets, in the swirling snow, and her claws flex as she looks down at the manthing in front of her.

Now, Ethan Winters looks scared. Now, Ethan Winters looks human.

“I would love to take my time and truly teach you a lesson,” Mommy purrs, reaching out to grab the manthing by the throat. “But my daughters need my attention, and I am… a doting mother. So I’m afraid this will have to be quick.”

Blood is all around you, in the Dimitrescu Castle. Big or small, old or young, you’re no stranger to violence.

You still find yourself covering your eyes as Mommy tears the strange man to shreds. You can hear her spitting out pieces of him, making sounds of disgust. His blood must not be good.

“Bela, come feed. You need the replenishment.”

Mommy drags what remains of the body into the kitchen, where Bela is safely resting, away from the cold air that fills the room where you sit.

You hear your sister begin to drink.

“Darling, are you alright?”

Mommy’s arms wrap around you, careful not to jostle your injuries.

Tearfully, you shake your head. You were scared, and Bela almost died. If you had stayed in your room and hidden like Mommy had said, you were sure that your sister would have been gone. You had almost both been killed, and if Mommy had been slower….

“M’sorry,” you sob, turning into the embrace. “I left.”

“And I’m very upset that you put yourself in danger, but I am not going to scold you right now. May I carry you to your room? You need medicine.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Mommy cradles you and carefully picks you up. Your dress is ruined, covered in grime and blood. You look over and see Bela crouched over a body. It’s suddenly easier to breathe once you see its face, blank and staring. The manthing doesn’t look special as a corpse. Just another dead human.

You turn your face into Mommy’s chest, and she presses a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there. The smell of copper blood fades as she carries you out of the kitchen and down the hall to your room. Mommy doesn’t take the shortcuts like you and your sisters. They’re much too small and dirty for her.

That thought makes you laugh.

“Is my little one amused?” Mommy asks, petting your scalp with gloved fingers.

“Mmm, m’small and dirty,” you giggle.

“You are very small and very dirty. A bath is in order for both of us once your wounds are tended to.” That sounds like heaven to your exhausted mind.

Mommy shoulders your door open, splintering the lock, and lays you on the bed. You whine as she moves away from you, reaching towards her.

“I’ll be back in a moment, darling. Are mama o fetiţă, cat un ghemotoc, are mama o fetiţă, cuminţică foc,” Mommy begins to sing as she makes her way around the room, gathering supplies. You relax, her voice reassuring you that she’s still nearby.

Soon, she’s back, sitting at the foot of your bed. There’s a bottle of first aid fluid in her hand, like the one the manthing used.

“This will sting, but it will help.” Mommy takes your foot in her hand, and carefully unbuckles your shoe. It looks tiny in her hand, like a doll’s shoe. Dropping it to the ground, she pulls down your stocking to reveal the wound in your calf.

You turn your face away, whining at the sight of the blood streaking your skin.

“Hush, darling.” You feel lips against the wound, a brief flare of pain as she presses against it. She makes a soft sound, and you look down to watch her lick your blood from her lips. “Don’t look,” Mommy tells you, and you close your eyes again.

Then she pours something on your leg, and everything is pain.

You twist in her grip, crying out, and she holds you down.

“I know, darling, I know. It will pass. I’m sorry.” More pain, this time radiating from your shoulder. You try to kick out, and she catches your feet. “I’ve got you. Breathe, little one. It will pass.”

And sure enough, after what feels like an eternity, the pain begins to lift. You can feel your fingers again, and your toes. Your body is more than a twisting line of agony. The ache becomes gentler, and eventually it lifts all together.

You lie on the bed, feeling the tears streaking your face, and you hear Mommy sigh in relief.

“There, all done.”

She gathers you onto her lap, and you lie passively in her arms, too exhausted to do anything else.

“My brave girl,” she praises, kissing your forehead. “My brave, brave daughter. I’m so proud of you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

“M’sorry.” You know she was worried about you. You can still hear it in her voice.

“No, darling, I’m sorry. I should have found him and… well. He shouldn’t have been able to hurt you. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Mommy rocks you back and forth, gently, and you can tell that your body has been healed. There is no pain in your leg, no pain in your shoulder. “I promise.”

“Love you.” There are so many things you want to say, but you’re tired and little and you just want to take a bath with Mommy and have a bottle and fall asleep in her arms.

“I love you more.”

She holds you tight, close enough that you can hear the doubled, inhuman heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Close enough that you can feel the unnatural heat of her skin. Close enough that you feel at home.

A/N: The song that Alcina sings is in Romanian, but I think it’s a translation of an English song. If anyone knows a traditional Romanian lullaby, I’d be happy to replace it. The lyrics translate as

“Mommy has a little girl, as small as a ball of fur Mommy has a little girl, and she’s a very good girl.”

I do have a fluffier, lighter sequel to this story planned, so let me know if you’d like to read it!

#resident evil agere #y'all really asked for this!!!!#violence mention #tw violence #my writing #my stories #agere writing #fandom agere #resident evil #resident evil village #i just know people are going to disrespect my dni on this story....#please don't #cglre terminology

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crimeronan · 3 years

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Can you explain the appeal of Julian Blackthorn? This is a genuine question because I read the books and came away utterly bored by him and unconvinced of his moral greyness as opposed to like, Adam Parrish’s. He seemed so one dimensional to me but I want to know if I’m Wrong TM considering I tend to be very very biased toward my favourite characters and bored by the rest, and my favourites were Mark and Kieran. So maybe I just didn’t pay him enough attention??

it’s been a while since i wrote any earnest tsc meta but cringe culture is dead and the chance to infodump about my julian thoughts has me vibrating where i’m sitting so. yes okay.

technical stuff

(aka: things pertaining to How The Story Is Constructed)

cassandra clare’s characterization has become much stronger just in general since she first began writing the series like twenty years ago

perhaps most importantly: the more recent stuff i’ve read from her has involved characters who actually grow, change, and learn from their past mistakes

rather than repeating the same stupid decisions over and over again

and over and over and over some more

seriously take a shot every time someone in tmi miscommunicates or self-destructs in ways They Have Learned Not To Do for no real reason. u will die of alcohol poisoning

in tda this shines ESPECIALLY with the evolution of mark, kieran, and cristina’s relationship, but that’s a separate post

clare’s trademark is also the angsty traumatized jerkass love interest with a secret heart of gold

the woman is almost singlehandedly responsible for draco in leather pants and the proliferation of this kind of character type in fandom and teen lit. this isn’t a criticism it’s me marveling at how if you commit hard enough to a single trope you truly can change the world. follow your dreams

sad jackass with a heart of gold isn’t an Inherently Problematic Character Type

but poorly done it can lead to relationship dynamics in which one partner is constantly being hurt by and then forgiving the other despite them making no real effort to change, because they are narratively absolved due to being sad

(there’s a lot of this with earlier jace content. in some ways i think will was later created specifically to be a same-archetype protagonist who actually does get called on his shit and grow. that’s also another post)

also if all of your sexy male love interests are tortured jackasses with a heart of gold then people start calling you a one-trick pony

enter julian blackthorn!

from the very start everything about him is designed to be the INVERSE of the heart of gold jackass. which immediately makes him interesting just from a meta perspective

(mark and kieran are also both alternate angles on this time-honored archetype. mark gets the heart of gold and kieran gets the jackass and then they’re both much more deeply messy than that. yet another post)

julian is kind, self-sacrificing, empathetic, artistic, emotionally supportive, responsible, and favored by old grannies everywhere

so a completely nonthreatening milquetoast guy, right

immediately forgettable if you’re only here for the dramatic conflicts and shithead antics of clare’s other protags

except that he is A Mess

and that he has structured his priorities very carefully, and they are as selfless as you expect from The Hero (TM) but they are also Not Heroic (TM) and they do not align with the moral framework The Hero (TM) is supposed to use

moral ambiguity in characters always exists in relation to their narratives imo. you mention adam parrish - trc’s narrative already mucks around in different ethical shades of gray, and adam falls on the canon scale about where julian does on his canon scale. both more willing than the average pov character to do the ruthless thing or make the fucked-up choice if the ends justify the means; both with an intensely strong sense of internal priorities that they adhere to at all costs, both so unbelievably fucking down for murder; etc

i do think there are ways julian’s choices could have been pushed even further, but considering the number of readers who hate his guts already, i can see why clare opted not to go for the most controversial possible conflicts

so we’re flipping the narrative

instead of seeing this angsty bad boy and peeling back the layers of his trauma to find his heart of gold, we’re seeing the put-together selfless family man and peeling back the layers of his Responsibility Mask to expose the rotting husk underneath

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

THAT IS FUN AS FUCK

then when julian DOES lash out in hurtful, uncontrolled ways, he has significantly more narrative justification for it than most of clare’s protagonists (will elaborate in characterization thoughts)

julian is also interesting as fuck because of how his struggles allow for a more in-depth look at the failings of shadowhunter society, something that’s also sorely lacking in clare’s earlier work

his apparent amorality is simply the result of him making pragmatic and impossible choices because he has been faced with fucked-up ethical dilemmas since age 12 Because Society Has Failed Him

which opens the door for narrative exploration of how and why he’s been failed so badly & what needs to change

i also love that he has such a coldly calculated way of analyzing situations and allowing harm to occur when need be, bc a lot of clare’s early protagonists have such a bad case of Rush In And Get Myself Killed Because I’ve Got Feelings About Impulsive Heroism syndrome that i wanna push them in front of a truck

probably there’s other meta narrative stuff i could say but i’m stopping myself and moving on to character analysis

characterization stuff

(aka: reasons why i’m also attached to him in a vacuum)

i don’t read him as one-dimensional at all tbh

u may feel the narrative pushes “ruthless julian blackthorn” too much without delivering enough actual ruthless julian But i don’t think that’s the same as having only one dimension

from the get-go, the big question centered on julian is always “how far are you willing to go?” and the narrative pushes the stakes slowly higher and higher to continuously test julian’s “the price is always justified” mindset

he has a far more layered and realistic response to trauma than clare’s early protagonists - trauma affects every single aspect of his personality and how he conducts himself, and the effects vary depending on the circumstances

his conviction that he has to be the perfect parent to his siblings because they will fall apart if they see him show weakness?? rooted in how he feels like he’s fallen apart since losing the stable adult support he once relied upon

his willingness to hurt semi-innocent people, commit coldblooded murder, manipulate people using political leverage, allow harm to befall any stranger if it protects his family?? rooted in how he has already had to ask himself how much he’s willing to sacrifice, and how his family is his only source of stability when the world has never done Shit for him

his conviction that he has a darker heart than anyone else because he killed his possessed father, even though intellectually he knows he was saving his brother’s life?? rooted in having no means of processing this trauma and being unable to voice his feelings for fear of backlash from a deeply non-understanding society

the way he represses every single negative emotion he ever has, to the point where emma - his actual literal magic soulmate who can feel his emotions - is startled to find him hurting or angry?? once again all about how he has to be the perfect father or he’s failed completely

the way his anger is so totally disproportionate to different situations and the way his negative emotions can only come out in completely uncontrolled breaks?? all that repression baybey. this kid has not processed a single bad feeling in five years. every single real grievance and petty annoyance has been festering indefinitely inside him like a slowly spreading infection

julian’s arc involves him needing to get thru being his worst self to actually start to heal

as in, he has to actually learn to acknowledge his feelings, take care of himself, lean on his family, and let other people take some responsibility

he also has to learn that in his quest to be the perfect emotionally controlled authority figure, he has not actually learned how to control or deal with his emotions. like. At Fucking All. good god

the narrative setup is also about asking “how far are you willing to go?” until the answer is finally “not this far. not this far”

and once he reaches that point, he has to reevaluate everything about how he weighs his priorities and morals and plans, etc

(i also like that emma has a perpendicular arc in which she’s always the one tempering julian and telling him “no we can’t go that far” until she’s willing to do something horrific that he absolutely won’t and HE has to stop HER. very sexy)

it’s also just really nice to have a character who’s learned to relate so well to literally every single member of his family while still having a very detached ruthless interior consciousness. i have similar feelings about how adam teaches himself to love people, but with julian it’s spelled out more explicitly in canon & it’s a more central character theme

i’m sure i’m also forgetting stuff here but this post is long enough so i’m gonna say good enough

and like i said in the tags on my other post, there are things i’d personally write differently if it were my story - plot points i’d shift, character contrasts i’d up, themes i’d explore differently, pacing i’d adjust, etc. i have plenty of ways i could be nitpicky and editorial about the effectiveness of julian’s arc. but i also don’t feel like writing them out at the moment & none of my critiques on effectiveness have an impact on the core appeal of his character 2 me. he’s so fucking good

#replies #tsc #tda #julian blackthorn #meta #long post #ungodly long post.#shadowhunters #Anonymous

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crystal-moon-101 · 3 years

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Right! So I’ve decided to do some redesigns again, planning on doing the main villains of Generator Rex, Ben 10 and The Secret Saturdays. Vilgax and Argost will be coming up soon, but I thought I’d start with Van Kleiss, as this fellow has been an interest of mine for sometime, in terms of the potential of his character. Unlike the other two, I’ve always just...felt like Van Kleiss didn’t need to be dog kicking evil to be a villain for Rex, that being evil for the sake of evil wasn’t something they needed to do to make him and Rex opposed to each other. I’m not saying to make Van Kleiss soft hearted and kind to every person he meets, but add more of a complicated story to him, show more to this man than just a jerk who likes being a jerk. After all, this is a show about things not being so black and white. So I shall share my rewrite background for him! I should also note that I mentioned in the Hong Kong Gang redesign that Circe is his daughter, so that will tie into this. Warning for mentions of deaths by illnesses and murder!

“Van Kleiss is a man you could say has not had the easiest of life, especially when it comes to social things. Raised by strict parents with high expectations, he felt like he was never good enough for them, eventually kicked out of their home for not living up to their ideals. He wasn’t exactly good with making things either, coming off as odd, a strong loner who was easy to mess with. Most of this resulted in him being anti-social for quite sometime, afraid to reach a out hand to people incase they bite back. Then, while trying to live his young adult life the best he could with what he had, he was caught up in a terrible accident, one that resulted in him losing his left arm. He was stuck in recovery for a long time, with no visitors of course. He was quite use to being alone at this point, a cast out in people’s eyes, so you could imagine his surprise when meeting his physiotherapy, a bright, young woman around his age by the name Cassandra, who was in no way put off by Van Kleiss’s demeanor. He will admit, he was taken aback by how pleasant she was, so chipper and ready to strike up a conversation with him, kind and gentle towards him as she helped him learn to live with a prosthetic, and yet would also respect his boundaries, treating him....human, for a lack of a better word. At first, Van Kleiss was keen to just stay quiet and ignore her, mostly uttering how short sentences to try and make things process quicker. But there was just something about her that made him feel alright, calm, as if those walls he built up to protect himself weren’t needed when she was around. It was like some strange magic Cassandra had, slowly able to get him to open up more, share stories, ideas, goals, dreams, thoughts, never once judging Van Kleiss for the person he is, while others had been so quick to. Quite the people pleasing person she was, the opposite to Van Kleiss, but he wasn’t complaining, especially when the fool started realizing his he beginning to fall head over heels for this woman. He was a bumbling mess when asking her out the first time, and yet it somehow worked. Life seemed to be going up hill since then, the two hitting it off so fast, becoming a couple, then finances, and suddenly marriage was right around the corner. And just when Van Kleiss felt like he didn’t need anyone else other than her, another surprise came in the presence of their daughter, Circe. A family life wasn’t something he had thought about, nor did he think he would ever get the chance, but here he was and he was happy to be there, he had even gone back to school to study. But...he bad luck in life would soon return. Circe had only just turned five when it began to happen, and no one had seen it coming. Cassandra was starting to seem off, tired, dizzy and feeling faint often, at first assuming it was the flu or something...but she didn’t get better, instead getting worse. She started collapsing, struggling to breath, eventually coughing up blood. She had gotten sick, a disease infecting her that had no known cure. The best they could do was pray that she could recover, could beat it, after all she was a tough woman, with a lot of hope and love from her family. Sadly, love isn’t always going to be enough, and Cassandra passed away after saying her final goodbyes to her daughter and husband... Struck with grief, Van Kleiss went quiet, a haze with his manners. He wanted to scream, cry, yell at the world for taking away his love, the one who showed him why he should keep going in life. But he didn’t allow himself, for he had to keep himself steady for the sake of his daughter. Circe needed him, and he was afraid to see what would happen if he gave into those painful feelings of grief inside him. So he locked it away, and pushed forward in life, eventually graduating school and began looking for a job. He applied and worked for a few places, but none of them really stick, especially since he still struggled to get along with people. Many were still uncomfortable around him, or quick to crack a nasty joke at his expense. He did his best to ignore it, again locking it all away, pushing forward for him and his daughter. And then, one day, he caught word of a project in the making. The nanite project, rumors of microscope machines being built to do many tasks, like solve world hunger, regrow limbs and even cure disease. The thought of something able to help others survive something his wife could not...it caught Van Kleiss’s interest, something he could do to honor his late wife. And so, after some applications and interviews, Van Kleiss eventually found himself landing a role in this project, which also meant him and Circe would move to the labs location. It was hard to pull Circe away from the life she already knew, but he felt it was for the better. But there were to noticeable issues right away. Again, the way people saw and treated him, and his general demeanor sparked some problems with other scientists. Most kept it professional, but many cast doubtful or harsh clears his way, or mutter whispers about him. He was use to most of this, though...he did end up caught in quite the nasty rivalry with a certain man. Caesar Salazar. Neither of them knew exactly why, but right from the bat the two did not like each other. Maybe it was because they were similar in many ways, maybe it’s because they both were bad a socializing, maybe each other’s backgrounds caused some sparks. They just could not stand each other, quick to criticize the other and speak badly. It did help that Van Kleiss felt like he had no one backing him up, as many were already familiar with the Salazars and were even friends with them, while Van Kleiss was alone in the ordeal. Strangely though, the opposite could be said with the younger brother, Rex Salazar. It didn’t take long for Circe and Rex to meet and become friends, given they were the only two kids there, which often resulted in Van Kleiss watching and babysitting the two in his lab space, sometimes even getting dragged into their games. He was happy that his daughter wouldn’t be lonely out here, but Rex being her friend wasn’t why he thought the kid was good, it was rather his friendship with Van Kleiss himself. Rex was a lovely kid, very kind and understanding for his age. While he cracked jokes and often got into trouble, he treated Van Kleiss like a human being, and often liked talking to the man and asking him many questions. Van Kleiss was a little stand-offish at first, but the kid managed to soften his heart a little. Things seemed to be going as good as they could for a while, but then things started happening. It first started with Rex’s accident. Van Kleiss had been watching Circe and Rex, but when he got caught in something, the two snuck off to play hide and seek. Next thing anyone knew, Rex got caught in a lab accident in the main nanite room. It took a while to get him out of there, as there had been a lock down to prevent any loss nanites to escape, but he was quick to be rushed to the medical section of the labs. He was found to be close to death, with no normal means to save him, but Rex also had a few nanites in him from the accident. However, instead of taking them out, the nanite project group, including Van Kleiss, decided in the end to try and use the nanites to save him, with the help of the Omega to the side. After a long struggle, it eventually began to work. Things became complicated for Rex, now being used in testing, developing strange technological powers he was struggling to control, now feeling off...different. Van Kleiss and Circe were there to support him, but because Van Kleiss had been the one who was suppose to watch him before the accident, there was tension between the Salazar and Kleiss families. Eventually, while there were new changes, lab life started to go back to focusing on the project, even a new member called Ebony Hale (Black Knight) joining as an assistant. Things started going back to normal, or as normal as they could be, until that fateful day. Word got out in the chief scientist that their sponsors, The Consortium, had no only put a unknown spy among them, but were planning to use the nanites to take over the world. A large debate broke out on what to do, some arguing to destroy the nanites and all the data on them, some saying to keep the project going but find a way to keep the Consortium out of it, and some even saying they just wanted to do the project and didn’t care if the Consortium taking control. Van Kleiss was part of the side saying to keep the work, but kick out the Consortium. But eventually it was decided to destroy the project. But the spy must have caught wind of this, as while they began to remove their work, the Consortium sent in a heavily armed team to take out everyone on the project. During the chaos many things happened. Not having time to get rid of everything, members of the project decide to give Rex the Omega to hold onto, as he has enough experience with nanites to handle it for a few hours. Van Kleiss did try to say otherwise, not thinking it was fear on Rex, especially when his parents and Caesar agreed to this. In the end they did end up giving Rex the Omega, with the plan that he would meet Caesar at the docking bay. Van Kleiss had originally wanted to go with him and take Circe, but next thing they knew armed soldiers came in and everyone spilt. Rex managed to wander by as not only did the soldiers have no interest with the kid, but Ebony, who turned out to be the spy, ended up letting him past without knowing what he was hiding. Van Kleiss and Circe ended up running into Rex’s parents, who were busy trying to wipe the computers. The three parents got into quite the arguments, with Van Kleiss eventually leaving the room with his daughter, only to be confronted by some soldiers. They noted that the room that Van Kleiss just left was locked, so they made him an...offer. Either he unlocks the door and let them in, or they kill him and Circe where they stand. Despite how harsh the Salazars were on Van Kleiss, even he didn’t want to make this choice...but after everything, and looking down at his own daughter...he made the choice to let them in, holding his daughter as they heard gun fire. With everything coming to a head, it suddenly happened. With scientist messing with computers and machines, soldiers raining bullets everything, and Rex off somewhere glitching out with the Omega, it just became too much and the nanite event happened. A massive explosion that sent out a wave of unfinished nanites across the world, and for Van Kleiss, everything went white briefly... Then, he opened his eyes...finding himself feeling different. To his shock, he found himself to be mutated, his prosthetic arm gone, now replaced with an arm of wood and vines, a deep connection to the earth around him. Thankfully, his daughter was still by his side, but she two had changed, with the agility to emit a powerful scream. As days turned to weeks and then to months, Van Kleiss found himself turning his old home into something new...into a place that him and the out cast could belong into...But after everything that happened, the things he lost and was hurt by, he began to put up those walls again. He could no longer risk getting attached, not if he were to complete his goals....” And there we go! My tale about Van Kleiss in my rewrite. It does go into other things that I will eventually write down that happened in this rewrite, but it’s a good place to start as any. I wanted to give him a tragic back story, something that shows why he behaves the way he does today, and how it ties into his goals. I like the idea that he does believe in the dream of turning everyone EVO and ruling them, but so that he can start a new age and era where people don’t have to be out casts anymore. After all, if everyone is different a monster, then no one can be judged, at least in his mindset. So Abysus is a safe haven for EVOs that need a home, and he does want the best for his subject. The only problem is that one, Van Kleiss doesn’t want to get deeply attached to anyone, as many past friendships eventually failed on him, so it’s bound to happen again, and two, he can get a little power made because well, he’s spent so long being the underdog and kick to the ground, so it feels great to be able to be the one standing tall. It also helps make him feel like Rex’s opposite, not only with the nature vs technology design for the two, but the idea that one is someone who wants to get attached to people, while the other is someone who doesn’t want to get attached anymore. A tragic hero and a tragic villain, who have history tied together. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my version of Van Kleiss, and for hearing me ramble! 💙

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU) - Chapter 7

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x f!OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: Thank you for all the reviews, follows and likes! It means a lot to me.

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

Two days had passed and I was still trying to process what was happening. How could my life change so drastically again? I could no longer count on my twin brother, who I considered to be my best friend, the person I trusted the most in the entire world. I was filled by the same emptiness, the same sorrow I felt when my mother died. My life was in the palm of his hands and he was letting me go.

"Relax your shoulders, love," Bela whispered softly in my ear. "You're so tense."

Bela was the only person who still made me smile in the middle of all that chaos. She was helping me to find any clues in the diaries, about Miranda and about Auryk too. But for that, we had to work really fast.

We were sneaking back in the village everyday, it wasn't safe to bring those notes to the castle where Bela's mother and sisters could easily find. I prayed the weather wouldn't change and temperatures remained high. In another case, we wouldn't be able to go to my house again and my time with Lady Dimitrescu was running out.

Meanwhile, we were also working on overcoming my intimacy issues. Being intimate without having sex yet. First, we undressed each other completely. I had to know her body and allow her to know mine. I looked at the perfection of Bela's features for a second, before I was invaded by a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. It was the first time I was seeing a woman, completely naked, in front of me.

When I looked at her again, she was gazing at my body like if she was admiring a masterpiece in an art exhibit. At first, I was shy. I blushed and crossed my arms, as if I had any reasons to hide myself. Bela smiled. In that moment I knew she was appreciating me and that made me feel better.

"You're gorgeous, aren't you?" Bela lifted up my chin, forcing me to look at her, to see it in her eyes she was being truthful on her words.

"No more than you," I gathered some courage to move forward and extend my hand, touching a little bit of her soft skin, her arms, her chest, her stomach... then I stopped.

"This is okay," she assured me. But she understood that, in that moment, it was enough for me.

We both entered the bathtub, where I positioned myself in front of Bela and allowed her to take care of me. She gently rubbed my body with a sponge, starting by my back. Then, she moved to my front, rubbing my breasts, my stomach, my tights. Though we were in silence, she seemed to understand my limits, my barriers. Noticing how stressed I looked, she decided to give me a massage. I relaxed my shoulders as she told, focusing myself completely on our moment together.

"It's my turn," I told her. "Let me take care of you?"

Bela nodded and switched positions with me. I offered her the same treatment she gave me, but I wasn't so confident, so precise. My shaking hands would often betray me and I was unsure if I was being too gentle or too rough. Yet, she seemed to be enjoying it. I gave a special attention on washing her hair, it was so beautiful, so soft. The way it barely grew on the spot around her scar was a sin. I hated Miranda even more for that.

She rested her head against my chest as I continued to massage her scalp.

"Does it hurt?" I softly traced her scar with my finger.

"It stings sometimes," she sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"Does it hurt?" Bela repeated my gesture, tracing the scar on my forearm.

"No," she never asked, yet I felt I should tell her how it happened. "Adrian told me he found me in the basement cutting myself, right after my mom died. But I don't remember."

"Trauma can block some painful memories."

I knew that very well. I realized how little I remembered the days after my mother's death. My last memory was seeing her mangled body being carried inside our house. Nothing else. I didn't remember her burial or if I managed to say goodbye. I couldn't remember if we had people visiting us or if I was alone with my father. Everything about those terrible days was a blur.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Office - Present Days

When Lady Dimitrescu called her daughters for a private meeting that morning, Bela couldn't help feeling anxious and scared. Her mother was usually a woman of her word, but when it came to her reputation with Mother Miranda, she'd become completely blind by rage. Alcina really believed her when she suggested Aleena's brother could be responsible for stealing the Lords and also for the attack to the castle, even when the evidences pointed to the opposite.

"I told you so," while they waited outside, Cassandra was smirking deviously. She was determined to do anything to annoy Bela right in the morning. "It won't well for you. Our mother can't betray Mother Miranda and the other Lords because you've fallen in love with a stupid human girl."

"Shut up," Bela decided she wouldn't give in to her provocations. It was Cassandra's favorite manner to extract information from her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you think we're stupid?" Still, her sister wouldn't stop. "Everyone, except for our mother, has noticed already. Me, Daniela, even Mrs. Volkov. Tell me, Bela. Will you keep pretending when we serve her on a silver plate tonight?"

Bela advanced in her sister's direction. Cassandra quickly dissolved into flies, she did the same. The corridor was a mess of flying insects and buzzing for a few minutes, before they had to shape back into their bodies. Now, she'd finally have the chance to inflict her sister some pain. She pinned Cassandra against the wall.

"Stop, you two," Daniela tried to intervene. "What the hell are you doing?"

Cassandra tried to throw a punch, but Bela was a little faster on her reflects, she grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm.

"What's your problem, Cassandra?" Bela angered. "You can't stand the idea she wasn't one of your trophy maidens, isn't it? Just leave me alone. Leave her alone too."

In that moment, they heard the door opening. Lady Dimitrescu appeared in the corridor, with an ugly snarl on her face.

"What the hell is going on here?" She yelled. "I thought I had daughters, but then I come here and you two are fighting like animals."

Daniela sighed relieved. This time, she wasn't included.

"I'm sorry, mother," Cassandra straightened her dress. "It's Bela who's being a bitch."

"You started it," Bela tried to grab her hair, but she deflected. "You're insulting me from the moment I arrived."

"The three of you! In my office, now!"

Bela couldn't feel guilty this time. Something inside her had changed. She didn't care if her mother was disappointed at her behavior, absolutely no one would touch Aleena. Especially Cassandra.

"It's all about that girl, mother," the middle sister proceeded to tell Alcina. "Bela is in love with her. They've been making out around the castle all the time."

"And this is none of your goddamn business!"

"It is, when your actions are putting us all in danger! Her brother..."

"Stop!" Lady Dimitrescu shouted, making they both go silent. "Is it going to be like this anytime a new woman steps inside this castle?"

No. Not for Bela. She didn't care about other women. Cassandra could have them if she wanted, as long as she stayed away from her girlfriend.

"I agree," Cassandra continued. "It has to end. I vote that we drain her tonight."

"CASSANDRA!" Alcina punched the desk, making her stop instantly. "I didn't call you here to talk about this girl."

A part of Bela was relieved, but she when her eyes crossed with her mother's, the feeling of anxiety started growing inside her. Now she knew about her relationship with Aleena. And her sisters too. She couldn't predict how they'd react.

"I'm going to another meeting with Mother Miranda tonight. I expect to find this castle intact when I return. If I discover my daughters are fighting in my absence, I'll be truly disappointed."

"Yes, mother," Daniela said. "No one is going to fight anymore. Right?"

Cassandra rolled her eyes at the youngest sister. Bela only gave her an annoyed look.

So that was the reason of their visit to Lady Dimitrescu's office. For now, Aleena was safe. They still had a few days to gather information about Mother Miranda and whatever she was planning. Bela was about to leave after her sisters when her mother called her back. She froze.

"Bela, you stay. We need to talk."

"Yes, mother?" She sat in front of her mother again.

"What were you and Cassandra fighting about?"

"I-I... uh, it's true. I'm in love with Aleena."

Bela decided it was time to stop lying. After all her mother was the person she trusted the most in this world, besides Aleena. Lady Dimitrescu stared at her face emotionless. Bela couldn't figure out what she could be thinking. She looked down, avoiding her mother's intense gaze.

"It's different this time," she explained. Although Alcina never bothered when they got involved with women, she hated the mess it usually caused. Sometimes Cassandra would slaughter her partners in her bedroom or some other place too hard to be cleaned. Daniela fell in love too easily, always having her heart broken when she discovered the subject of her affection was only using her to escape the castle and the fate every servant usually had. In this process, a lot of other things would break too. Such as the castle's furniture and the servant's bones. "I'm doing things right. I even asked her to be my girlfriend."

Bela wouldn't get involved with women so often as her sisters, but when she did, it surely never ended well. They'd become disappointed when they found out she didn't reciprocate their feelings. There would be a lot of arguing, tears and some of them would even dare to call her mother for a talk. In the end, they always died anyways.

She had never been in love before. Until now.

"Girlfriend?!" Lady Dimitrescu eyes widened in surprise and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. Bela finally knew what what her mother should be thinking about. The woman she once loved. "Oh Bela..."

"She makes me happy, mother. Like I've never been before."

"And this is exactly what concerns me, daughter. You know how it ends."

"It doesn't have to end that way. I'm controlling my instincts very well and..."

"But she's human and young. She's going to study abroad, meet new people who are just like her. Then, she'll forget you ever existed."

That was the one thing Bela had accepted since the moment she decided to kiss Aleena. Soon, they'd be saying goodbye and there would be nothing left for her, only the memories. Yet, it was worthy. Every moment by Aleena's side was precious.

"I know that," she assured Lady Dimitrescu. "Mother, the only thing I want is your word you're letting her go by the end of this week. Whatever her brother did, Aleena's innocent."

"Okay, daughter," her mother's hand touched hers. The corners of her mouth curled up in a small smile. "I promise you. As long as you promise me you and Cassandra will stop fighting."

"Okay, I'll ignore her provocations. I promise."

"You know your sister, Bela. Cassandra is very attached to our family. She's only jealous most of your attention is being dedicated to Aleena."

"Yeah, I know."

Bela held her mother's hand and smiled back at her.

"Girlfriend..." she was still muttering to herself and shaking her head in denial as Bela stood up and started to walk away. "Well, I suppose there were worse options."

As she opened the office's door, ready to leave, Alcina spoke:

"Bela, take care."

"I will."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

I asked my breakfast to be served in my room. Going to the dining room all by myself was pointless, as Bela and her sisters were reunited with their mother in her office. I wondered what they could be discussing. Was it about me or Auryk?

Anyways, our time was running out. I only had until the end of the week to prove my brother's innocence and expose Miranda's betrayal against the Four Lords. There was only one problem, if Auryk wasn't stealing from the Lords, he wasn't involved in something good either. The manner he spoke to me on the phone, it seemed dangerous and secretive.

And there was Bela. Everytime I remembered the page I ripped off from those diaries I'd feel my chest tightening a little bit. I wouldn't let my brother, and whoever he was working for, lay a finger on her. From the moment I arrived, she was nothing but sweet to me. She always did everything to protect me and I was willing to do the same.

Mrs. Volkov entered the room, bringing a tray of food. She locked the door behind her.

"Ms. Novak, I'd like to speak to you in private for a moment," she asked.

I nodded in agreement.

"I couldn't help noticing Ms. Bela coming and leaving this room very often lately."

"Yes," now I could understand why Cassandra was always threatening the staff with her knifes. Even if Mrs. Volkov was trying to protect me, what I did inside my room was none of her business. I feared she'd tell Alcina. "We're working on a personal issue of mine. And I'd appreciate if this information stays between us only."

"My mouth is shut, Ms. Novak. I only beg you to be careful, I've seen many girls like you going missing or being dragged to the dungeons after getting involved with the mistress' daughters."

Of course she had to remind me of the fact my girlfriend probably has had enough partners to fill both sides of a book page.

"Thank you for your concern."

And of course she had to run right into 'Ms. Bela' as she opened the door to leave.

"Mrs. Volkov," she greeted, polite as she always was. Sometimes I wondered if Bela was so well mannered even when she was killing her victims. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Everything's fine, Ms. Bela. I was only serving Ms. Novak her breakfast."

"Thank you. I suppose we're good for now. I call you if we need anything else."

Bela shut the door, immediately forcing the woman to go away. I asked her to lock it, just in case.

"Good morning, love," she sat by my side at the table and pressed a kiss on my cheek. "I hope you saved me some because I'm starving."

"Hey, didn't you just have breakfast with your mom?"

"Not actually, I refused it. I was waiting to have breakfast with you, like we do every morning."

She smiled, causing butterflies in my stomach.

"Aren't you sweet?" I was kinda expecting her to come. I even asked Mrs. Volkov for an extra cup and plate. I passed it to Bela. "I was hoping you'd come."

I retributed her kiss.

"So, what are doing today?" She wanted to know. "Are we coming back to your house? Or would you like to do something different?"

"I wish, but we have to finish reading the diaries. I only have a few days left before your mom decides what she wants to do to me."

"I spoke to her. She's letting you go by the end of the week."

"Is she?" I asked, to be sure.

Bela nodded in response.

I should be happy with the information, Lady Dimitrescu wasn't going to kill me after all. But I wasn't. I was expecting her to protest and keep me as a prisoner for weeks, months, maybe years as it seemed Auryk wasn't coming back. I wanted to be stuck in that castle for the rest of my life, as long as I had Bela by my side.

"She has a meeting with Mother Miranda tonight," she added. "She usually doesn't come back until the morning. We should do something special."

"Like what?"

"Like a date?"

The concept of having a date was a little bit difficult when you lived in a village that wasn't even in the maps Your options were very limited: going to the nearest town, going to the pub or do something at home. The first two options could not end well as we'd be going too far from the castle or if any villagers recognized Bela.

We could stay in my house and order some food, there was this restaurant in town that would deliver even in that hellhole of a place. We could also watch movies and make out on the couch.

Maybe more. I was desperate for more. Especially now I knew we'd be separated soon. I wanted to enjoy every second of your moments together. Yet, I was insecure. I couldn't help thinking of Mrs. Volkov comment regarding Bela's level of experience.

"I think I have something in mind," I grabbed Bela's hand. "Ready?"

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's House - Present Days

We rod to the village as were doing every day. I was always concerned some other villager could see me and recognize me. At this point, everybody should know about what happened to me. They'd instantly connect the dots if they saw Bela. When we arrived to my house again, I was relieved. Almost. Until I saw the front door had been forced open.

"Oh fuck," I quickly took my daggers before taking another step into the house. "Somebody broke into my house. They may still be in there."

Bela took some kind of blade from her boots too.

"What? I have my tricks too, love." She asked, noticing I was surprised. "Cassandra isn't the only good hunter."

We carefully opened the door. Before I could even do anything, Bela grabbed me and covered my mouth. Her senses were probably detecting something nearby.

"Shhhh," she pointed to her ears. "I can hear something... in the basement."

"But not all of us are vampires," I muttered. When I noticed, Bela had already vanished, turning into flies. I followed her to the basement, after grabbing a rifle. Before I even got there, I already heard a male voice screaming.

"What the fuck?! What are you freaks even doing here?!"

I recognized it before I could even see the figure. But I waited until I was downstairs to confront him.

"Heisenberg. I could ask you the same," I spoke, pointing the rifle at him even if I knew it was useless. "What are you doing here?"

"You," he turned around from the hidden cabinet where the weapons were stored. "Weren't you trapped at Lady Super Sized Bitch's castle?"

"Have some respect talking about my mother," Bela shaped back into her body. "Not that she has any talking about you. So I guess you both are even."

"Oh great, and you brought one of the daughters with you. At least it's the decent one."

"Are you going to explain what you're doing in my house?" I angered. There was a good reason of why that man was there again. Coincidentally when he had a meeting with Miranda later that day. "Let me guess. You're searching for something to take to the Highest Bitch In Charge tonight. Am I right?"

"Wait, wait..." Heisenberg showed his hand as a sign of truce. I lowered the rifle. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Are you searching for something to take to Mother Miranda in the meeting tonight? Because many things are going missing, under mysterious circumstances that are strangely connected to her."

"Do you think Mother Miranda is the one stealing from the Lords?"

I told him about my conversation with Auryk and his suspicions about Miranda's involvement in the situation.

"I knew it!" Heisenberg kicked away an old wooden chair, shattering it to pieces. I shot Bela a confused glance but she also had no idea of what was going on. "I fucking knew it! She's been plotting against us. I always warned my siblings this day would come but they never believed me."

"We're searching for evidence against her," I explained. "To find out what's her plan. Do you have any ideas?"

"Are you sure you can trust her?" He pointed at Bela. "Her mother is the one who kisses Miranda's ass the most. After Moreau, of course."

"Absolutely," I told. "Bela's with me on the matter."

"Sit down, the two of you, and I'll tell you what I know."

We sat on the armchairs we had down the basement. Heisenberg pulled a bottle of whiskey from one of Adrian's secret hideouts. He was about to take a sip directly from the bottle, but I made him serve all of us. Something told me I'd need alcohol to deal with that conversation.

"All these years serving her and we're only her tests subjects, girl. We were all declared a failure upon bitch Miranda's eyes. Me, Lady Super Sized Bitch, the Moronic Freak, the Ugly-Ass Psycho Doll and even this..." Bela scowled at him, letting him know she wouldn't appreciate any offensive nicknames he could have for her, "this girl and her sisters. We're trapped in this village, being forced to decades of humiliation and servitude."

"Are you telling me you don't worship Miranda like your siblings and the villagers?" I tried to understand.

"No!" Heisenberg shouted. "Can't you see? She has taken everything from me. My humanity, my dignity! And now she has found the perfect vessel for her experiments, she's planning to get rid of us."

I drank the entire cup of whiskey in one sip. I looked at Bela, I could see that deep down she shared the same feelings for Miranda as Heisenberg. She tried to follow me, but judging by her face, she wasn't used to that kind of drink.

"I know what it feels like," she took off her helmet, showing the scar on her head and also the tattoo. "I also hate how she treats my mother and she's always too blind to see it. Whenever she returns from a meeting, I can read it on her face. She's disappointed at herself. She's miserable. She's always feeling she isn't enough for Mother Miranda's purposes."

"Fuck! This is what I'm talking about! Look what she's done to you. Don't you think it's time we end this?"

"Okay," I interrupted their moment of mutual pain. "She really fucked up with you guys, so we need to find a manner to stop whatever she's planning."

"Your father," Heisenberg pointed to me. "That bastard also shared my feelings of revenge and hate against that bitch, but for some reason he never accepted to join forces. I knew he had some diaries that contained some important information, do you happen to know where they are?"

Before I could answer, Bela stepped in and spoke for me.

"This is what we've been searching for," she lied. She looked at me, giving me a signal we shouldn't trust Heisenberg completely yet. "Apparently, Aleena's brother has taken it with him."

"And where's the little criminal?"

"I don't know," I said. "Last time we spoke he was acting shady as fuck. Whatever he's involved with, it's not good."

"Hmmm, drugs probably."

"No! I'm pretty sure my brother isn't... what's a vessel, by the way? You said Miranda has found a perfect one for her experiments."

"A person who can achieve a perfect mutation," it was Bela who answered my question. "One without any flaws, any side effects. Unlike me, the Lords or any person that has turned into a Lycan."

"Exactly," Heisenberg added. "One with a body that will be able to revive her daughter."

"What the fuck..." I always knew Miranda was crazy, but not at that point. All those years, she had been misleading the villagers, the Lords only for her personal uses. "And who's this person? Where are they?"

"I don't know, kid. This is what I'm trying to find. If I destroy the vessel, there will be no ritual. And with the right proof in hands I can lead a rebellion against Miranda."

"You can count on me," I extended my hand to Heisenberg. "If I discover anything, I let you know."

"Smart girl," he shook my hand. "You'll have my full support if you need to escape that demonic castle."

"She doesn't!" Bela angered. "Mother is letting her go."

"Okay. If you need anything else then..." Heisenberg shrugged. Then he looked at Bela. "What about you, little Dimitrescu girl? Can we count on you?"

"Of course," she also extended her hand. "But you can't comment a word about this meeting with my mother tonight. She trusts Miranda above anything, she's going to blow up our plans."

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Bedroom - Present Days

While Aleena was taking a shower, Bela caught herself reading the diaries they found. Such a skilled predator should be proud of her achievements. The reports about her family were gruesome, terrifying, tragic. They were called many things, 'witches', 'monsters', 'abominations'...

"Psychotic bitches," definitely the most creative, a name given by Adrian Novak. Bela never had a personal encounter with Aleena's father, but she had definitely heard nasty stories about him, through Lady Dimitrescu and through Aleena herself. She thought of an appropriate nickname for him too and smirked. "Stupid manthing."

She closed the diary and walked to the mirror. Aleena told her to wear one of her clothes. She looked like a normal girl, one of Aleena's age, maybe two or three years older.

If it wasn't for that scar. That damn scar. When she woke up after the transformation, one of the first things she did was asking her mother how she had gotten it. Was it the reason she died? Later, she found out it was the reason why she was still alive. Something had been implanted in her brain, to transform her into... that. What about that tattoo? Young people had tattoos everywhere but certainly not on their foreheads. She was marked as one of the Dimitrescu daughters. Wherever she went, people would recognize her by that. Especially in the village. Countless times she and her sisters had caused panic among those people.

This was why Aleena couldn't take her out for a date. She couldn't take her to the pub, to meet her friends and do other things couples usually did. Bela clenched her fists in rage and frustration.

"Hey," Aleena left the bathroom, wrapped around a towel. "Sorry for taking so long. You look amazing, by the way."

Before heading to her wardrobe, she passed through Bela and planted a small kiss on her lips. She could live like that forever.

In fact, if the weather suddenly changed and the temperature dropped by the next day, she'd be stuck with Aleena in that house for days, months or even years. She could cook and clean the house while she was out for work. She could even find a manner to earn some money herself. She could be an artist and sell paintings. Or maybe a writer, she was a good one. Maybe she even had money already, after all she was the Countess' eldest daughter.

The idea excited Bela a lot... until she looked at Aleena's desk. If she was stuck in that house with her, she'd be giving up on her dreams of living in California and study in that Art Institute. And Aleena deserved that. More than any person she ever met.

It wouldn't last and she knew it. She always knew it.

"Selfish psychotic bitch," she muttered to herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Living Room - Present Days

I couldn't take my mind off my conversation with Heisenberg. I didn't even know how I was supposed to feel. I already hated Miranda before, but now I got the confirmation of the things Bela told me. She was nothing more than an experiment gone wrong and that woman was about to get rid of her and the others. I also thought about Alcina and Donna, who had no idea of what she was planning and trusted her blindly.

I also wondered, who was her perfect vessel? Was it someone from the village? Was it someone she had kidnapped? A million questions were going through my mind.

As soon as I finished getting dressed, Bela had sunk into one of her bad moods, where she became quiet and introspective, after acting normal all day. I already knew her enough to know something happened while I was in the shower and it was consuming her inside. Because as her own mother described, Bela felt everything very intensely.

"Would you like to go back to the castle?" We were in the living room, waiting for our dinner to be delivered. "We can go after dinner if you want."

"No," she said. I had turned on Auryk's video game console. Bela was quite curious about the game I was playing. Her eyes moved quickly as she observed every detail on the screen. "Not yet."

"Do you need to feed?"

"No, I'm okay."

I paused the game. Whatever happened, nothing seemed to distract Bela from it. She was quiet as in the morning she fought her mom or that night in her bedroom, before we kissed for the first time.

"Okay... why don't you tell me what happened? I left you alone in my room for some minutes and now you're upset."

Bela took a deep breath, as if she was trying to recompose herself and leave her emotions aside for the night.

"I'm not upset, love," she told me. "I'm focused."

"On what?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"If you don't move to the left side, like this," Bela took the controller from my hands, unpausing the game and making a move herself. "You're going to get yourself killed."

And she was right. Apparently her vampire senses worked for literally anything.

"Know what?" I turned off the console. "I'm done with this for the night. I already know I wouldn't be able to beat you if we played against each other anyways."

"What a sore loser," Bela finally let out a laugh. Mission accomplished, I was able to get her out of her bad mood.

"We'll see about that later."

"Will we?"

She lay on top of me, staring deeply into my eyes in an attempt to look dangerous. She pressed her lips against mine and I wrapped my arms around her body pulling her as closer as possible. Bela deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue inside my mouth. The way her tongue massaged mine, the way our bodies were moving together, the way my hands were exploring every inch of her perfect body... I was feeling things I had never experienced before. A heat that spread through every part of me. She finished her kiss biting my lower lip, leaving me stunned, breathless.

"I'm sorry, I got too carried away," she said, when we stopped. "We're almost setting ourselves on fire here."

"No, I want more," as I gazed into her beautiful golden yellow eyes, I couldn't be more sure. "I want us to burn."

Bela raised one eyebrow suggestively, as if she was trying to confirm what I had just told her. I let out a small laugh and nodded in confirmation.

"Then..." she pressed another kiss on my lips, "we should head back to your bedroom. Don't you think?"

I was about to give her an answer when the door bell rang. It was the delivery service bringing our dinner.

"Fuck, I had totally forgotten," I took a deep breath, trying to recompose myself.

"We can resume from where stopped later, if you want."

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I wanted it. I definitely wanted it, but I was too nervous for my own sake. If I didn't calm down, I'd end up ruining things. I remembered the night I invited a girl I was dating to my house. Even after having a lot of alcohol to calm my nerves and get me in the mood, I panicked. I panicked and locked myself in the bathroom until she went away. Needless to say she never wanted to see me again.

To try to distract myself, after dinner I sat down on my desk, reading carefully a page of the diary in front of me. The calligraphy was barely readable. Apparently that one belonged to my grandfather, Erik Novak, during his teenage years.

"March 13, 1962

The Lycan attacks have intensified during these days. It's almost impossible to even leave the house. My poor sister, Astrid, has been attacked while she was outside tending for the animals. We don't expect her to survive. The infection has spread to her whole body. Father suggested we put an end to her misery. Mother is still hoping for a miracle. We called Mother Miranda for guidance."

I felt a shiver going down my spine. It was almost like I could watch that scene playing in my mind, like a movie. I held the picture of Astrid, her beautiful dark hair and soft facial features. Such a terrible fate she was victim of. Why did my family still insisted on living in that goddamn place for generations after such a tragedy?

"Okay, I finally picked one," Bela emerged in my bedroom. She was in the living room, too amazed by my Netflix account. With so many movie options in front of her, she didn't know where to start. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I closed the diary. "I was just reading an entry while you chose. My grandfather's sister, she was bitten by a Lycan."

"It seems to happen quite often in your family. One of the diaries I read also reported a Lycan attack."

"It's like a family curse. In my generation, it was my mom. But in her case, there was not even time to develop an infection."

Family drama. Nothing related to the clues we were searching for. I decided to not think about anything else related to that village, Auryk or even Miranda for the next few hours. I wanted to enjoy my time with Bela, exclusively.

"So, let's see what you chose, Ms. Dimitrescu."

For my surprise, Bela had picked a Disney movie. I thought it was extremely cute, I was kinda expecting her to choose something classical or even an horror movie.

"Do you like this one?" She asked.

"I love it," I wrapped an arm around her shoulders as we sat down on the couch. "And I'll love it even more now it's the first movie we watch together."

I didn't make any interruptions as we watched the movie. Bela seemed so entertained, so genuinely happy. I remembered she probably had never seen a movie before. I didn't see any TVs inside the castle. If they even had one, they didn't have access to Netflix or any other modern features. I simply enjoyed the sensation of having her in my arms or the sensation of caressing her hair. I learned to appreciate the sound of her laugh more than anything in this world. When we met, I'd rarely hear it and now it was something she did often.

The world was easier when we were alone, just the two of us. Two lonely, misfit and traumatized individuals. Bela seemed to be the only person who understood my feelings, and I was this person for her too.

When the first movie ended, I asked if she wanted to see another one. She told me to choose this time and I picked a romance. With a happy ending.

God, we deserved to have a happy ending too. We both had gone through so much already. I had to stop Miranda. I couldn't let her take Bela from me.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Bedroom - Present Days

It was already two in the morning when we returned to my bedroom.

"Are you sure your mother isn't going to freak out or anything?" I asked as we prepared the bed. "Cassandra is definitely going to tell her. If she gets mad the claws will come out to play and it's kinda scary."

"As long as the dragon remains inside, we're okay," the corners of Bela's mouth curled up in a smile.

"Dragon?!"

"Nevermind, it's a joke. A myth the villagers invented. Don't worry, I don't think she's going to mind. I told her about us this morning and she took it very well."

"This is quite a surprise."

We lay on the bed and my heart started thundering inside my chest. I wasn't sure if she remembered what we started before dinner and that I had intentions of resuming later.

"I wish we could have this everyday," she spoke softly, when we were face to face. "This is the reason why I was upset."

"Why does it upsets you?" I asked.

"While I was here alone, I kinda wished the temperature would drop and I'd be stuck here with you for a while. Then I realized I was being selfish."

"You're not selfish. To be honest, I kinda wished the same. I don't wanna go away. I want to stay with you, forever."

Bela took my hand, holding it very tightly for a few seconds and then, she released.

"You can't, Aleena. You don't deserve this life, in this place. You deserve more. You deserve to go after your dreams, move to California, go to college, be with a girl that actually deserves you."

"I don't want another girl, Bela. I want you. I want you the way you are, with your virtues and also your flaws. That's what made me fall in love with you."

I'd usually let her take the lead, but this time I kissed her, hard and desperate. I didn't want to think about the idea of being away from her. Or being with somebody else. Even if we couldn't be outside most of the time. Even if I had to work on the pub for the rest of my life. Even if she needed to drink human blood. I didn't mind if my friends or my brother never accepted my relationship with her. In that moment, I had everything I ever wanted and I wouldn't waste it. I couldn't wish for anything else.

When I realized, I felt her hand going down my shirt, caressing my stomach.

"Do you still want to do this?" She asked.

"More than anything."

I knew Bela had probably done that a thousand times before, but I wondered if she was always so tender, so careful. She knew that was an important moment to me, I was letting down the last of my emotional barriers for her, so she acted cautiously on every move she made next.

First, she kissed me again for a very long time. I assumed she was giving me enough time to think if I was truly prepared. Then, her mouth placed a trail of kisses for all the way down to my neck.

We undressed each other, Bela lay on top of me and as she kissed me again, I couldn't stop thinking how good it was the feeling of having her naked body so close to mine. This time, I felt confident enough to explore parts of her I wasn't prepared the last time.

"What?" I asked when we parted and she gazed deeply into my eyes. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"I have something to confess, love," she opened a beautiful smile. "I'm a little nervous too."

"Come on. Mrs. Volkov was scolding me this morning, telling me I was only one of the many women she saw leaving your bedroom."

"Yes, but it's the first time I do it with a woman I'm in love with."

It was my turn to smile. With my hand on her chest, I sensed how quick her heart was beating too.

"Well," I whispered seductively in her ear, "she's very in love with you too. So you don't have to be nervous."

"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

I nodded in agreement and pulled her face for another kiss. As Bela's hands traveled through my body, caressing my inner tights, I was shivering in anticipation. By the time she touched me where I wanted her the most, my first reaction was to shudder.

"How does that feel?" She wanted to know. "Do you like it, love?"

"Yes!" I threw my head back as her fingers continued to stroke my center. "Oh my god, yes. Please don't stop."

"I don't plan to. We're only getting started."

I was still nervous. I didn't know how I was supposed to act. Should I do something to please her too? Should I be silent? Because I was fighting so hard against the wild impulses inside of me, that wanted to moan and scream Bela's name as loud as I could. I buried my mouth on her collarbone trying to muffle a moan.

"This is okay," she stopped for a second, looking at me with those gorgeous eyes. "Just relax. You're being perfect."

I simply nodded in agreement. I just wanted her to continue what she was doing, but she had other plans in mind...

"What about now?" Bela inserted one finger inside me and started to move, slow and gentle. "Does it hurt?"

"N-No... this feels great..." I could barely form a coherent sentence anymore. In fact, I noticed I had stopped breathing. Yes, I could die right now and I'd die a happy woman. Was that what my father was trying to protect me from with his sick ritual? I couldn't be more happier to have broken his rules. I couldn't be more happier I waited and did exactly I was told to stay away from.

My heart was racing really fast. I felt all my muscles were starting to become tense. Bela inserted another finger inside me, moving a little bit faster and harder, but still making sure she wasn't causing me any pain.

And in that moment, I completely lost myself. My back arched and my whole body started to tremble under her body. Bela held me tightly. I relaxed too, wrapping my arms around her.

"Are you okay, love?"

"More than okay," I answered between pants. "To be honest, I think I've never felt so great before."

"Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Yes, you can now show me how I can please you."

We switched positions and Bela guided my hand as I tried to follow the same path as she did. She also rocked her hips to meet my rhythm. I wasn't so confident as she was. I was afraid I could do anything that could hurt her. But she was a patient teacher and I was a quick learner. Soon, she was already trembling in my arms too and I knew I had done it right.

I thought we were done with the best part, but I was wrong. After pressing one final kiss on my lips, Bela rested her head on my chest and said words I'd never forget.

"I love you."

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sodasback · 3 years

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Grow Up - Part 6

JJ Maybank x Cassie Routledge x Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank Sublist

Warnings: FICTIONAL character age gap; Cassie’s 21, JJ’s 18

Over the next couple weeks, Cassie and Rafe saw a lot of each other unbeknownst to all of the pogues.

JJ still flirted with Cassie as usual, but now Cassie felt extremely guilty about it. She loved JJ and thought maybe he might be the one for her. But she felt like she was taking advantage of him and that he was too young and vulnerable. She also was really falling for Rafe now too. JJ kept trying to get Cassie alone to talk to her about the kiss they shared and to tell her seriously how he felt about her, but she kept making excuses to avoid having a serious discussion with him.

One night, Rafe had taken Cassie out to dinner and they had a great time. Rafe even agreed to come back to the chateau with Cassie, so they could watch the sunset on the marsh from the dock. Cassie knew the pogues had plans to go on a night time adventure out on the water and she was relieved to see The HMS Pogue not in the water behind their house.

So Rafe and Cassie sat side by side on the dock, looking out at the sunset. Fireflies started to buzz around and the humidity was starting to fade away. Cassie leaned her head on Rafe’s shoulder and they held hands in her lap.

“This is perfect.” Cassie said blissfully.

“You make everything perfect.” Rafe commented and Cassie turned to look up at him. He smiled softly at her. “I really like spending time with you Cassie. And I don’t want to stop.”

“Who said we have to?” Cassie asked.

“Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you... why’d you come back home Cass? ...Don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy you did because I got a chance to shoot my shot with you but I heard you had accepted a spot in the Peace Corps?” Rafe asked. When Cassie gave him a questioning look about how he knew that. He smiled and let out a small breathy laugh. “I’m actually going too. I saw your name on the list, the villages we were going to are right next to each other.”

“You’re doing the Peace Corps? Wow, you really have changed Rafe Cameron.” Cassie asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah, I’m going in August. But weren’t you supposed to already be over there by now?”

“Yeah but my dad died. ...John B. needed me.” You said softly, looking out at the marsh.

“He’s 18 Cass” Rafe said simply.

“Just because you turn 18 doesn’t mean you’re an adult.” Cassie said.

“You’re right. But it seems like John B. is doing okay. Hasn’t it been like a year since your dad? I mean he’s got a good job. You said he’s got classes at the community college lined up. He has the Heyward’s and my sister and Kie and Maybank. Like he has a support system. And I bet you a million bucks, if he knew your turned down the Peace Corps to come back, he’d tell you to go in a heartbeat.”

Rafe was making some good points. Cassie had definitely underestimated Rafe Cameron’s newly evolved emotional intelligence.

“I see those gears turning in the pretty head of yours. You know I’m right.” Rafe said in a teasing tone, bumping into her shoulder. Cassie broke into a smile.

“Come on, say I’m right.” He teased reaching an arm around her waist and lightly tickling her.

“No way!” Cassie exclaimed as he tickled her more, causing her to stand up and squirm in his grasp.”

“Say I’m right or I’m gonna throw you in the water!” Rafe threatened as he picked her up.

“Never!” Cassie squealed.

Meanwhile, at the front of the chateau, JJ had pulled up on his motorcycle, he had lost track of time and wasn’t sure if the Pogues had left without him or not. As he got off the bike, much to his confusion, he saw Rafe Cameron’s shiny lifted truck parked on the street.

“What the fuck?” JJ muttered to himself and then heard Cassie scream.

JJ quickly ran around to the back of the house where he saw Rafe with his arms around Cassie, lifting her off the ground. But he quickly realized Cassie wasn’t in distress and that she was actually ….laughing?

“What the fuck is he doing here?!” JJ yelled angrily as he approached them.

Rafe and Cassie both quickly stopped laughing turned to look at the hot tempered blonde teen storming up to them.

Cassie cleared her throat and instantly felt guilty before then feeling justified.

“Relax JJ, Rafe and I were just hanging out.” Cassie said with a slight eye roll, completely over the beef JJ and Rafe still had.

“You guys were just hanging out?” JJ asked incredulously.

“I took Cass on a date actually.” Rafe said.

Cassie bristled a little at this knowing Rafe partially said that to rile JJ up even more.

“Cass? He’s calling you Cass now? And you’re fucking dating?”

“We’ve been seeing each other, yes.” Cassie confirmed with an exasperated sigh, knowing this was only going to make JJ spiral.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you forget about the party?! And I don’t know, maybe every horrible thing this prick has done to me and John B and Pope?”

Rafe instantly stood up straighter and Cassie recognized all too well the barbarian posturing 2 young guys do when they’re about to fight.

“The party? You mean when you guys kissed for like 2 frickin seconds and then she got up and left?” Rafe asked. He was more exasperated by the drama JJ was creating more than he was trying to goad him.

“You told him that? Wow Cassie.”

“No, JJ. Rafe saw from the balcony. You guys need to calm down.”

“Yeah, Maybank, relax.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do” JJ said as he shoved Rafe’s chest.

Rafe instantly shoved him back as his old temper got the better of him.

Cassie stepped between the 2 quickly.

“Hey! Stop!” And then she turned to Rafe, “Hey” she said softer and Rafe looked down at her, his expression softening. “I think you should go, okay?” Cassie told him gently. Rafe took a deep breath and then nodded.

“Call me later?” He asked quietly.

Cassie nodded and Rafe squeezed her hand before glancing at JJ and turning to leave. JJ scoffed.

“This is a fucking joke right?!” JJ asked his brow tightly furrowed and his jaw clenched.

“JJ-” Cassie sighed.

“Did you hit your head or some shit?! Rafe Cameron? Really?!”

“Why are you being like this JJ?”

JJ scoffed, “Don’t act like you don’t know Cassie. Playing dumb isn’t a cute look on you.”

Cassie just looked at him, waiting for him to explain even though she knew.

“You know I’ve been in love with you since I was a kid.” JJ admitted angrily.

“You’re not in love with me JJ.” She sighed.

“Oh, I’m not?” JJ asked indignantly, folding his arms over his chest. “Please tell me how I feel Cassandra.”

Cassie paused, glaring at him for using her full name. She didn’t think JJ or even John B has ever actually called her that. But she moved past it.

“You’re not in love with me JJ. You’ve just known me forever. And I’m like fucking ...forbidden fruit or some shit for you. I’m your best friends sister. I’m older than you. We’re not supposed to be together. So of course it’s what you think you want because it’s trouble and nothing screams JJ Maybank like running toward trouble.”

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that Cassie! I’m in love with you for a million reasons. Like the way you drop everything any time you see a dog. Or because you pull cookies out of the oven 5 minutes before you’re supposed to and eat frickin warm cookie dough. Because you care about the entire world and have a huge heart but you also flip people off on the freeway for not using a turn signal. ...Cassie I love you for a million little things. And I don’t care about all the other shit.”

Cassie dide everything she could to not launch herself at the blonde boy she loved in front of her. Her eyes getting wet at the heartfelt admission.

“We can’t JJ. You’re 18 and I’m 21”

“Who fucking cares Cass?! What? You think you’re like taking advantage of me?!”

“Yes JJ! You’re vulnerable and a kid and desperate for a family and someone to take care of you. Because someone should and you deserve that! But I can’t-“

“You’re a kid! You need a family and someone to take care of you too! I can take care of you. We can take care of each other. That’s what a fucking relationship is!”

Cassie was quiet. She had one other reason to say no to JJ. The one reason she couldn’t bare to tell him and break his heart.

The truth was she did love JJ and she could be with him eventually maybe. But she was also falling in love with Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron who was her age. Rafe Cameron who had already had fun in college and dealt with his childhood trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Rafe Cameron who was going to the same village to live out the same dream she had of doing the Peace Corps.

“I’m sorry, JJ.” Was all Cassie said with tears threatening to spill out of her eyes as she walked away and went inside.

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darling-dummy-blogs · 3 years

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Being with You- Victor Li

Summary: Victor’s birthday is just a few days away, Cassie wants to spend time with him so she made plans with him. However a sudden business trip Victor needs to attend the week of his birthday ruins her plans. Cassie ends up having to cancel the plans. But suddenly seeing Victor returning the night before his birthday, telling her how he feels about her shocks her..

Paring: Victor Li X Cassie (OC)

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: None!

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Word Count: 2k

Notes: Based on the prompt below:

“Did you just kiss me?”

~ It’s Victor’s Birthday!

~ Happy Birthday to My Tsundere of a Husband~ I love you. <3

Cassie sighed as she gazed at the calendar above her workspace, which had been filled with a lot of important dates and reminders scattered throughout the month of January. However she looked at a specific date in particular.

January 13th.

A day that she grew quite fond of. Why did it seem so special? Well it was Victor Li’s birthday. Her boss and her close friend. She had always gone all out for his birthday, at least ever since she had met him and got to know him as a person and through working with him.

Even though he always seemed to scold her for doing so, she knew that he enjoyed himself. She had noticed in the few years that she had known him, he grew to be more relaxed and comfortable with her.

He was more kinder with her, and even softer. Which ultimately caused Cassandra to catch feelings for her boss. A risky move on her part, but she couldn’t help herself. Or even stop herself from catching feelings no matter how hard she tried.

Not only that but if he were to ever find out and didn’t feel remotely the same, she would risk losing him as a friend. At the mere thought of that, she frowned and winced. That was not a risk she wanted to take at all.

She shook her head, she didn’t want to think about the negatives right now, it wasn’t the time for it.

Cassie wanted to do something with him. She then turned to her phone that rested on her desk. Grabbing it and quickly dialing his number.

Victor sat at his desk, working away as he normally did, he was nearly done with all his work for the day, already feeling exhaustion.

He had quite the long day, having back to back meetings with investors and clients. His brows were furrowed as he worked.

Reading through emails, revising through reports and signing off on papers. Just an average work day.

However, today seemed like one of those days where it felt exhausting. It wouldn't be the first time it has happened.

Just as he finished reading through yet another email, his phone lit up and rang. He looked at it, Cassandra's name appeared on the screen.

He felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards at the sudden call. He took off his reading glasses and picked up the phone, answering it.

"Hello?" He spoke.

"Hey Victor!" Her voice spoke through the phone, sounding cheerful as always. His smile grew a bit wider.

“How come you’re calling? It’s pretty late.” He asked, leaning back in his office chair.

“Well I was calling because I wanted to ask you if you were going to be busy on your birthday!” She spoke cheerfully.

Victor’s eyes scanned over the work that laid out on his desk, it was only 2 days away from his birthday. “I don’t think so. I might have to do a little work but I’ll be available. Why? What are you planning?” He asked, his tone becoming rather playful.

“Umm… That is a surprise!” She spoke, her voice beamed. “But you’re working? On your birthday? That doesn’t seem like fun.” He could hear the pout in her voice.

He chuckled, he normally didn’t care for surprises but when it came to her, it was an exception. “Alright then. I’ll take the day off and I’ll spend it with you. Would that satisfy you?” He teased

She was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, as though she was thinking about it, “Hmm... yes, yes it would!” She let out a giggle. Hearing it through the phone filled him with a warm feeling.

“Alright, then I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Goodnight, Dummy.” His voice coming out soft at the end, a smile on his face. “Goodnight, Victor.”

And with that the two of them hung up, Victor let out a sigh, one that he didn’t realize he was holding in. Along with the feeling of his heart fluttering within his chest. This feeling he grew to be very familiar with whenever he was talking to her. It was a nice, blissful feeling.

However the moment of bliss passed as his phone rang once again, his eyes snapped down to look who was calling. It turned out to be his assistant. His smile turned into a scowl.

Victor groaned as he had to go back into work mode. He picked up the phone.

“What is it?” His voice came out stern, as he heard his frantic assistant’s voice, informing him some bad news.

His scowl turned into a deep frown. As he took a deep breath, before ordering his assistant, “Book me a flight for tomorrow.” He ended the call before setting his phone down, resting his hands on his hands.

Damn it… How was he going to tell her?

---

The overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over Cassandra's heart, a frown appearing on her face.

He really wasn't going to be back for his birthday?

All the plans she had made for that day slowly going down the drain as she stared at the last series of texts he sent her.

'I'm sorry…'

'I really wish I didn't have to go.'

'When I return, I'll make it up to you. I promise ❤'

She didn't reply to them. She didn't know how to. The feeling within her heart only worsened.

His birthday was tomorrow…

She knew it was about a business deal, and she understood that perfectly, but of all the days to choose, the business trip had to take place the day before his birthday.

And she didn't even know when he plans on returning. It's been hours. She hasn't heard from him since she last spoke to him, which was earlier that afternoon. The call replaying in her mind over and over again.

He was already at the airport when he called. Telling her the news...

"I have some bad news." Victor's voice spoke on the other end, sounding quite unhappy.

"...What is it?" Cassie spoke, confused as to why he suddenly called her at 1:30PM. Shouldn't he be at work right now? Or better yet in a meeting?

"I received a call last night after we spoke and there had been some issues with a client. So I'll be going on a business trip,"

There was a pause.

Cassandra gulped as she suddenly spoke, "And…?"

"...I will most likely not be back tomorrow."

A long pause… None of them spoke a word.

"Cassie?" His voice came out much softer, concern evident in his tone.

"I have to go." She finally spoke, ending the call almost immediately, not giving him a chance to reply.

And that was the last that she had heard from him. He tried calling her again but she silenced her phone. Too upset to answer and definitely needing to rethink and cancel the plans she had made for the two of them.

Cassandra huffed, realizing how childish she acted earlier. She should have been more understanding of the situation.

Surely, if he were there with her, he would have scolded her and called her a 'Dummy' for being so childish.

She plopped down on her comfy bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind being filled with thoughts of Victor.

Letting out a groan, she ran her fingers through her hair, "Get… Out… Of... My.. Head!" She muttered as she gripped at her long brown locks.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. Turning her head to the side, she glanced at her clock. Taking note of the time 11:45PM.

She should really go to bed, even though now there was no reason to get up early.

However, the sudden ring of her doorbell caught her off guard. It was late at night. Who could be at her door?

She made her way out of her bedroom and to the front door, opening it and coming into contact with Victor.

Her eyes widened.

Victor?!

The two of them stared at each other for a while, that was until Cassie cleared the silence with the most obvious question.

"...What are you doing here???" She blurted out. "Aren't you supposed to be on your business trip?"

"...That wasn't important." He spoke, as he stepped closer to her, shutting the door behind him. "Spending time with you, is more important to me."

She blinked, in utter shock, her heart beginning to pound within her chest. "V-Victor.. But-"

She got cut off almost immediately as he pulled her closer to him, in a warm yet welcoming embrace "Cassie," His voice came out in a soft whisper to her ear. “I came back earlier because I wanted to be with you.”

“Wha-” She was speechless, purely in shock realizing that he was actually standing in front of her. That it wasn’t a dream or a hallucination.

He continued however, “After I called you at the airport earlier, I couldn’t focus on any business.”

“Why? Wasn’t that meeting super important for you and for LFG?” She inquired, her voice being muffled slightly due to being in his hug, she looked up at him as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck to reciprocate his embrace, rather than stand there awkwardly while he held her.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice becoming even quieter against her ear. “Dummy… do I really have to spell it out for you to understand?” He pulled away, staring at her with a soft look. One that held so many emotions behind it.

She could feel her heart skip a beat just from his expression alone. At a loss for words she opened her mouth, ready to say something, anything but nothing would come out. He leaned in closer, their foreheads touching and their breaths intermingling with one another.

“Victor…” Her voice came out in a soft whisper, and it wasn’t long until he closed the small space between the two of them, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Surprising her once more, not expecting him to go this far to express how he felt.

Sometimes it was hard for her to decipher how he felt about her, there would be times when it would be obvious but then there were times when it was as though those obvious moments never happened.

A moment passed, and he pulled away, taking in her speechless expression, her cheeks flushed bright red in that moment, as she stared into his eyes. “Did… Did you really just…” Her voice wavered as she cleared her throat, trying to get her thoughts together. “Did you just kiss me?”

“Yes, yes I did.” He spoke calmly, the corners of his mouth rising into a beautiful smile as he took in her flustered expression.

“I-” She still could hardly communicate with how flustered and shocked she was. She had so many questions and so many doubts and thoughts that crossed her mind. She wanted answers but at the same time she didn’t.

“Cassie, I like you.” He finally admitted. “The main reason I am back so early is because after our phone call at the airport, I couldn’t stop thinking about you… And I didn’t want to be away from you.”

I always enjoy being with you, there has never been a time where I didn’t enjoy being with you…

He thought to himself as he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, reading the time as he looked back at her, with a loving gaze. “Especially on my birthday.”

It was now 12AM on January 13th.

She couldn’t believe this was happening, her heart was beating wildly at this point. He likes her? He actually likes her??

That was what was really what shocked her, but it also gave her a sense of relief. She really feared that she was the only one with feelings and feared that it would affect their friendship and work relationship.

She couldn’t seem to hide the sudden smile that appeared on her face as she pulled him into another kiss, surprising him this time, his cheeks lightly flushing only for her to pull away moments later, a smile on both of their faces.

“Happy Birthday, Victor…” She whispered.

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Welcome to my VERY FIRST fic! This would not have been a thing if it weren’t for the love and the support of my best friend @mysweetcreaturestories. I had a lot of fun writing it and it was therapeutic to be able to escape from the madness that our world is now. I hope that you are able to escape for a little and enjoy! Please let me know your thoughts and any suggestions for the future, whether it be a vic idea or ways that I can improve. As always, all my love!

Enjoy some Dad!Harry from yours truly.

Warnings: smut, overload of cuteness

It was a typical Saturday night plan for you and your best friend/co-worker, Kacie; girls night out. Neither of you had ever been to this bar that one of your other co-workers had suggested for your bi-weekly tradition.

Climbing out of your Uber and interlocking your arm around Kacie’s, you trotted to the entrance, hearing live music come through the open front doors. It was dark the moment you stepped foot inside, the bouncer taking your IDs and providing a neon green wrist band to each of you. You both go straight to the bar; Kacie getting her go-to Captain and Coke while you ask for a Jack and ginger.

You hear the beginning cords to a song you have never heard before, considering it was the vocals of a choir in a downtown bar, automatically making you look to the stage. It’s pitch black but then the white lights start to surround the band, making it look like the lights at the gate of Heaven. When the choir hits the highest of the crescendo, vocals of “HEY, HEY” and harmonies penetrate your ear drums.

You are completely entranced by the front man of this band. He is dressed in all black; wide leg black trousers and a black T-shirt that looks like it could be painted on. He’s holding a beautiful golden Gibson guitar strapped across his chest, forming chords and strumming with long fingers covered in an array of rings. He looked completely in his element; working the crowd and enjoying himself.

~~~

Time froze for Harry when he was singing his song, “Only Angel”, and he saw you standing by the bar, your friend handing you your drink. He felt like it was that scene in Wayne’s World where Wayne sees Cassandra performing and “Dream Weaver” starts to play, except he is the one performing and he is seeing a real angel in front of him. How cliché could he be?

Harry continues to play through his set, ending on his favorite song, “Kiwi”. He watched you make your way from the bar to a table a little closer to the stage. He couldn’t help himself, he was staring at you throughout the whole song.

“Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck. She’s driving me crazy.”

~~~

“Holy shit…” Kacie was watching it all unfold before you.

“What?”

“Singer totally has the hots for you. He hasn’t stopped looking in your direction since you started drooling over him at the bar!”

You look right at Kacie to deny any of the ogling on the singer’s part or the drooling on your part. “I need another drink.”

~~~

Harry said his “thank you’s” to the crowd at the end of his set, putting his guitar pick between his teeth while pulling his guitar over his head. He turned to look at your table to see you were no longer there, your friend looking at her phone. He looked to the bar and saw you leaned over, ordering a drink. He began to walk off the stage and towards you at the bar.

If he thought you were beautiful while he was standing on the stage, you were absolutely breathtaking from the foot away he was now. The spot directly next to you finally opened up and Harry slid in. You seemed to be still waiting for your drink, or perhaps on the bartender to take your order.

~~~

You noticed the front man of the band began to inch closer to you as spots opened up along the bar. You tried to be sly with your glances at him. He was godlike with his curls falling on to his forehead, tattooed forearm and ringed hand resting on the bar.

“Any luck?”

You froze and gave an, “Excuse me?”

“Any luck getting an order in?”

“Oh…” you continued to avoid his gaze, not realizing he had been staring at you since he got to the bar. “No, no luck so far. Pretty busy.”

The front man pulled out the skill of a wolf-whistle, quickly getting the bartender’s attention, causing the bartender to walk right to him.

“Can I get two tequila shots, a La Paloma for myself, and for the angel…” looking right to you, his green gaze focused on your’s. You blink a couple of times, completely enamored by this man in front of you. He raises his brows, as if egging you on to respond.

“Um, Jack and ginger… please.”

He ordered your drink of choice and handed it to you with a beaming smile.

“I’m Harry.”

Taking a sip of your drink with a soft smile, “Y/N…”

~~~

A few rounds of pool, a couple shots of tequila, and picking a range of songs on Harry’s TouchTunes app later, you found yourself pinned to Harry’s front door. Harry held you into place with his hips, his hands running along your waist and hips.

You had an arm slung across his shoulder with your other hand tugging at his chocolate curls as he started to kiss along your jaw and down the side of your throat. You gave a breathy call of his name, causing the vibrations of his moan into your neck to light a spark within your abdomen.

“Harry… Keys…” which he returned with a mumbling of “Mhm” and continued to kiss along your collar and down to your chest.

“Get your damn keys out so you can get me inside and fuck me properly.” Harry’s mouth froze on the part of your chest that he exposed with a nudge of his nose to your shirt. Harry looked up at you with a hungry gaze but obliged by pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Both of you stumbled into the entrance of Harry’s townhouse. Harry wrapped his arm around your waist to prevent you from falling backwards, eliciting a laugh from the both of you. He began to guide you to the closest wall where he recreated the position you shared on his front door.

Harry returned to the spot on your chest he was forced to part with mumbling against your skin, “When I saw you, standing at the bar, I knew I needed you. Fuck, needed to feel you.” He began to pull your shirt over your head and once it hit the floor, he was on his knees. “Needed to taste you, more than anything.” Harry began to undo your belt, enchanted by the twitch to your stomach, the rise and fall of your chest, the warmth of your core.

It was torture how slow he was going, taking his time, etching you into his memory. He was dominating over you and he didn’t even intend to but when “Daddy, please…” whimpered out from your beautifully bruised lips, it caused him to pause all his praises on your skin.

You looked down to see Harry looking up at you with a look you couldn’t decipher; did you take it too far? Was he not into that thing?

“I-I’m sorry, that was too much…”

Harry rested his head on your lower stomach and shook his head back and forth, his nose grazing your panties as he took in a deep breath.

“Say it again…” his voice was husky with a slur, his accent thick. You were frozen, attempting to comprehend what he had just said.

“I told you to say it again.”

As it was about to fall from your lips, Harry took a grip of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. He gripped your inner thighs, spreading you open, taking you in. He pulled both of your thighs on to his shoulders, looking up at you for the magic word.

Your mouth was dry as you were watching his every move. He cocked his eyebrows waiting for you to tell him what to do. He may have control over you in this position, but he was still a gentleman.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Please what, angel? Tell me…”

You couldn’t remember the last time you got good head, honestly couldn’t remember the last time you got head at all.

“I want you to eat my cunt, Daddy. I want you to eat me until I can’t feel my legs. Please, Daddy.” You looked down at him with big round eyes and pout, feeding Harry everything he never knew he needed, including your cunt.

Harry’s tongue grazed your outer lips, sucking one into his mouth with a little nibble. His eyes never left your face, using it as a guide to what you needed. He pulled the other lip into his mouth and pulled away with a pop before licking his lips. He dove into you, spreading you by wiggling his tongue back and forth. Your taste invaded his taste buds and he never wanted to taste anything other than you from now on. He began to lick in stripes up to your clit before he used the tip of his tongue to circle your bud before sucking it in between his lips.

You have never orgasmed so fast before. Luckily, he was still gripping on to your thighs, otherwise you would be a mess on the floor. Your moans were a symphony to his ears, a true angel calling him to heaven. He could stay between your thighs forever.

You began to push his head away; “Fuck… fuck Harry, fucking stop, I can’t! I’m too sensitive! Shit!” He didn’t want to stop, he needed to feel you cum on his tongue again. He was moving his tongue with such vigor, closing his eyes to focus on making you cum again. When you released for the second time in mere minutes, he was satisfied with your hisses and curses above his head.

You had fumbled when Harry began to peel your thighs off his shoulders, Harry catching you to ensure your safety. Once he was upright, he gripped your chin to pull you in for a kiss. You had the gall to nibble at his lip, earning you a moan. “Fuck, I need to be in you.”

You began to untuck his shirt from his trousers, exposing his tattooed covered torso. Your fingers danced along the ink, tracing down his abdomen, along with your eyes when you noticed the prominent bulge.

“You need me Daddy?” Palming his length along the seam of his trousers. The noise that came out of Harry’s throat had caused your core to flutter.

“I need you so bad… fucking hell.” He rested his head on your shoulder, taking a bite of your flesh causing you to whimper at the delicious pain.

You began to undo Harry’s trousers, them falling easily to the floor when they became loose around his waist. “Take me, any way you want.”

Harry turned to pull you up the stairs, tripping on his trousers in the movement. This time, it was your turn to make sure he didn’t fumble, gripping his forearm. You try to prevent the laugh from escaping your mouth, but you were too late. You slapped your hand to your mouth, but the damage was done.

“Oh that’s funny, is it?” You began to shake your head but you let out a snort, ruining any cover that you thought you had. Harry raised his brows and let out a high pitched boyish laugh, “Oh, you’re in for it now, angel!”

Harry had kicked his trousers away as he began to pull you by your hand up the stairs. You tried to keep up but Harry was taking two steps at a time, eager to get you to his bed.

When you got to his room, he turned around to face you, gripping your hips to pull you close. He began to kiss you, leaving you breathless. He began to remove his briefs and you felt him spring against your lower stomach, causing you to look down.

If you thought you were dizzy from arousal when Harry was between your legs, you were about to pass out now. How could a dick look so pretty? Without even a thought, you gripped his girth in your palm, feeling his warm weight in your hand.

Harry’s breath hitched as your thumb grazed his tip to collect his precum. He watched you pull your thumb to your lips to have a taste of him. He continued to watch you as you sank on to your knees, moaning at the piece of art that is displayed before him.

You wasted no time in taking his length into your mouth. You had to rub your thighs together due to the heat created at your core from hearing Harry’s moans. Harry’s chest began to flush with your eagerness, taking as much length as you could into your throat. You pulled off of him to catch a breath and what Harry saw was complete filth.

Your chest flushed to match his, your hair disheveled from his insistent pulling. Your lips a dark strawberry, your saliva mixed with his precum connecting the two of you by your lips and his cock.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He tugged you to your feet by your hair, guiding you to the bed and laid you down. Harry crawled up the length of your body, kissing your skin along the way. He gave himself a few pumps before he settled between your legs.

He paused all his movements.

“Shit.”

Oh no. He hit that moment of regret, didn’t want to go through with this. You weren’t going to be lucky enough to feel his coc-

“Condom. Need to find the condoms.” Harry began to shuffle around his side table drawer. So he was out of practice as much as you were. You began to gently run your fingers along his back as he was bent over looking in his drawer, praying that there was at least one condom in there. He turned on his side table lamp to get a better look. You saw your reflection in the mirror just past Harry. You looked a proper mess; your hair all over, your makeup smeared. You were hoping Harry was going to turn the light back off the moment you heard a triumphant “AH HA!”

He turned to look at you with a boy-like smile holding your face to give you a kiss. Mumbling a “where were we?” against your lips. You watched him roll the condom down his length and return to his position between your thighs. He had noticed that you had coiled into your shell, giving you a soft look.

“Do you still-“

“YES!” You covered your mouth at your eagerness, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, I want you more than anything. Could we just, turn off the lights?” You began to reach for the throw blanket that was on Harry’s bed to begin to cover up.

Harry pulled the soft pastel yellow blanket away from you, “Why would I want to do that? I want to see every inch of you, angel. You're breathtaking.” He began to give you soft kisses to the corner of your mouth and made his way to your lips.

You easily allowed Harry to deepen the kiss, picking up the heated moment you had prior to the condom fiasco. Harry had gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his waist. You felt Harry graze his tip across your slit, rubbing it gently on your clit before sliding back down, moving his hips to push his head into you.

You were breathless. He hasn’t even thrusted all the way in and you were experiencing euphoria. Harry watched your face as your brows pulled together and your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. He bent down, nipping at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth. He began to pick up the pace of his thrust, rolling his hips into you deliciously. He snaked his arm around your lower back to pull you close to him, causing you both to moan at the new angle.

“Feel good angel? Talk to me… tell me, tell me what you need.” Harry began to pant more between his moans, coming close to his end, but he needed to hear you say it. “Need to tell Daddy, angel” taking your nipple into his mouth.

You weren’t holding back any more, you were going to show your true colors.

“I need you to fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck be so hard that I can’t walk in the morning. I need to you drive into me so I can feel you when I make myself cum when I’m all alone, wishing it was you. Fuck me, Daddy. Don’t hold back.”

Harry moaned out at your demands, gripping his headboard for leverage. He began to snap his hips into you, making you move up the mattress and causing the whole bed to shake.

“You want me to fuck you angel? Really fuck you? I’ll give it to you, give you all you need.”

You felt like you were going to blackout from the pleasure flooding over you. You felt Harry’s nails dig into your waist as he continued to pull you closer. You felt the slick stickiness develop between your bodies from exchanging body heat.

Harry removed his hand from your waist, sliding it across your stomach and down your mound to press his thumb to your most sensitive spot. Your thighs clamped around his hips as your orgasm hit you suddenly with the help of Harry’s thumb.

Harry gave a few quick, repetitive thrusts before he released into the condom, promptly collapsing onto your chest. You let out a giggle as Harry let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m out of fucking shape.”

You burst out a laugh at his confession as well as the double meaning behind his statement. You felt him laugh on your chest as he turned to kiss your sternum. Harry rolled off of you, laying on his back and pulled you into his side.

“I’m proper knackered. Let’s get some sleep and then I’ll make you brekkie in the morning, hm?”

~~~

You woke up the next morning as the sun was starting to rise. Harry had been turned away from you in your sleep but your feet were intertwined. You gently pulled your feet away, climbing out of bed and making your way down the stairs. You put on your clothes that were still in a messy pile by the door. You stepped out the front door, gently closing it behind you as you ordered your Uber.

~~~

You were excited for the new school year. You loved to set up your first grade classroom with a theme for the welcoming bulletin board, being the center for the aesthetic of the whole room. “You’re Going to Grow This Year” was at the top of your bulletin board, decorated with different types of flowers in colorful pots with a student’s name, 15 of them.

There were live plants and flowers scattered around your classroom, comforting colors, attempting to make it as homey as possible. You were finishing up putting the students names at their assigned seating when the children began to file in.

~~~

“Alright bubby! First day of the first grade, huh?”

Emmett was sitting in his booster in the backseat, holding his pastel yellow blanket for comfort as he watched other kids line up in their assigned area. He was nervous, to say the least. His dad had walked him to class every day in his first year of school, but now with his dad taking on more clients, he was unable to do so.

His dad had popped out of the car to open the backseat and help Emmett out of his booster. His dad grabbed his bag and his blanket, putting the blanket in the backpack then held out his bag for Emmett to slide on.

“You alright bub? I know this is a lot for a first day. Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you?”

Emmett had nodded, knowing he would have to be a ‘big boy’ and go on his own, sooner or later. His dad gave him a kiss with an “I love you.” Emmett mumbled “Love you too” before gripping the rainbow straps of his backpack and walked towards the aids outside. His dad watched him as he made his way into the school.

~~~

Emmett was walking the hall, following the aid that was guiding him and his classmates to their assigned room. He read the bulletin board outside his classroom, “You’re Going to Grow This Year”. He looked for his name, noticing that names were on the pots, finding that his pot was filled with sunflowers. He began to smile; sunflowers are his favorite.

He walked into the class and huddled with his classmates at the entrance while the teacher made her way over to greet them.

“Good morning class! My name is Miss Y/L/N. It is nice to meet you all!”

Miss Y/L/N had met all the children individually, introducing them to their cubby for their belongings and where they were meant to sit. Emmett thought she had seemed nice and she was really pretty. With the floral dress she was wearing, he thought she could be a princess.

~~~

You get to the last student when you approached with a smile and a “you must be Emmett Styles.” He beamed up at you with a nod. He was a little smaller than the other kids in the class, needing some assistance reaching the hook for his backpack. You showed him to his seat and began the daily lesson.

~~~

Harry had looked at his watch, finishing up with his client.

“That seems to be a good place to stop for today, Jeremy. When we meet for our next session in two weeks, I’d like to hear how you feel your mindfulness journaling has been supporting your goals.” Harry stood and shook his client’s hand then guided him to the door, telling him to stop at the clerks desk to get an appointment card.

Harry sat at his desk, looking at his watch again before pulling his glasses from the neck of his shirt to perch on his nose and started typing his note for the therapy session. He had to pick up Emmett from school and had a special plan for dinner for getting through his first day of the first grade.

~~~

Harry stood there patiently waiting, pulling his lip between his thumb and forefinger, anxiously awaiting his son to walk outside. Harry certainly wasn’t expecting his son to be running out with a beaming smile, straight into Harry’s arms.

“Daddy!”

“Hi bubby! Did you have a good day?” Crouching down to catch his son into his arms for their favorite bear hug.

“I had such a good day, daddy!” Handing Harry his bag to put in the car while he was climbing into his booster. Harry has never seen Emmett so eager and excited. The last time Emmett was close to this excited was when they went to see Trolls in the theaters.

“Tell me all about it, yeah?”

And he didn’t stop talking about it. “And there was a pot of sunflowers with my name on it!”

“That’s awesome, bub! Your favorite!”

“And I sat by a girl named Riley and a boy named Jaxon, and we got to write our names, and we read a book! One that we have daddy! Miss Y/L/N has it too!”

“Wow bubby! Sounds like fun!”

“And Miss Y/L/N played us songs on the guitar, and we did some yoga at calm time! I showed them the move you taught me daddy! This one!” Emmett grabbed his foot and kicked it up into the air. “Miss Y/L/N couldn’t do it because she was in a dress, but she said the next time we do yoga during calm time, she will try.”

Harry was happy to hear that his son had a good day, and it seems like he is enjoying his teacher.

“Miss Y/L/N is a princess daddy! She had flowers and plants everywhere and she even has a pet for the classroom! His name is Gus and he is a pet mouse, like in Cinderella! I got to pet him!”

Harry doesn’t think Emmett took a breath the whole car ride home. He may have taken a drink from his yellow-glitter water bottle just to keep talking without a dry mouth.

Harry parked in the garage attached to his townhouse and helped Emmett out of his booster. Emmett ran straight for the door, reaching up to let himself in. They had their routine of, “shoes off, potty time, wash your hands” before they make dinner together. “Daddy too.”

Harry set Emmett up on his spot on the island for them to start making dinner. Harry pulled out the sauce, cheese, and premade pizza dough along with all of their favorite fixings for them to make personal pizzas. Emmett picked broccoli and peppers while Harry opted for mushrooms, onions, and peppers, stealing peppers from Emmett’s pizza to put on his that Emmett promptly grabbed back to put back to where they belonged.

Harry had put the pizzas in the oven while Emmett set the timer shaped like a chicken and extended his arms out for assistance getting off the island. Harry grabbed their favorite cups and filled them with celebratory juice for a successful first day.

~~~

After getting full bellies and cleaning up after dinner, Harry followed Emmett up the stairs to go promptly to Harry’s en-suite. Emmett already had his duck-hooded towel hanging on his designated hook. He went to his spot under the sink to get out his bubble bath, occasionally using Harry’s bubble bath when he isn’t feeling well. Emmett carried the bottle to his dad and started to undress.

Harry set up the bath and helped Emmett climb in to not slip and fall. Harry grabbed the Bluetooth speaker, putting on “Emmy’s playlist”. Both beginning to sing the calming toons emitted by the speaker.

“Miss Y/L/N likes The Beatles too daddy! She says they are her favorite!”

“Does she?”

“Uh-huh! She likes the same music we do! She has a playlist for the class for calm time too and I like all the songs!”

Emmett continued to talk about his teacher while cleaning up and winding down for the night. Harry grabs Emmett’s towel as Emmett unplugs the tub, standing up and waiting for his towel. Harry picks him up in the towel, pulling the duck bill over his head to dry his hair. Harry carries his son to the vanity where he plants his feet, looking in the mirror.

“Alright bubby, you know the deal.” Looking slightly up at his son, smiling at each other. Harry begins to rub the towel on Emmett’s shoulders and head while Emmett looks to the mirror.

“My name is Emmett Robin Styles. I had a good day today. My favorite part was doing yoga and singing with Miss Y/L/N. My least favorite part was saying bye to daddy because he couldn’t walk me to my classroom but it is okay because he is helping people.” Harry couldn’t help but get a little choked up as he wrapped his arms around his son’s tiny waist and resting his head on his shoulder, Emmett laying his head on top of Harry’s.

“I’m going to make tomorrow better by giving daddy an extra long hug before school.” Harry smiled and kissed his shoulder, prompting the last part of their pre-bed routine before brushing their teeth.

“And what are we bub?” In unison, “we are smart, we are kind, we are beautiful, inside and out, and we are loved.”

Emmett turned in his dad’s arms to wrap his little ones around Harry’s neck to give him a hug, pulling away to give him a kiss. Harry helped him sit on the edge of the vanity so that they can both brush their teeth.

~~~

After reading a story and giving multiple good-night kisses, Harry makes his way downstairs after getting in lounge clothes to prep their lunches and bags for the next day. Harry opened Emmett’s backpack, pulling out a folder that had not been there this morning. The folder had puffy letter stickers combined to read out his son’s name. Harry opened it to see a hand written note on floral stationary.

Dear care-giver to Emmett,

Emmett had an amazing first day! He was kind and courteous, helpful to his classmates, and was eager to learn. He enjoyed yoga, showing us some different positions, and made requests during music time (he has good taste with requesting Dreams by Fleetwood Mac). I look forward to seeing Emmett grow in my classroom!

Attached is a sign up form for a parent teacher conference I will be holding throughout the first few weeks of school to discuss Emmett’s growth and development. Please let me know what works best for your schedule. I look forward to meeting you.

All the best,

Miss Y/L/N

~~~

Harry was running late, so fucking late, for the parent-teacher conference with Miss Y/L/N. Emmett had talked about how excited he was that his dad was FINALLY getting to meet “the best teacher ever!” It had been a few weeks since Emmett started school and it seemed like Harry was the last to participate in the conference due to his schedule with work. And now he was running late.

Harry had parked his car close to the entrance of the school, starting to jog while pressing the button on his key to lock the car. Harry was looking at the door numbers while slowing his jog when he heard Emmett’s laugh and some Sam Cook playing through the door to the right. Harry ran his hand through his hair, parting in the center on it’s own even though he tried to fluff it. He stepped into the room seeing Emmett sat at a table with his teacher, her back to the door.

~~~

“Daddy!” Emmett shot up from his chair, running right into his dad’s arms as you stood from your chair. When you turned around, you weren’t expecting to see…

“Harry?” Holy. Shit.

And he looked good. He was in yellow wide leg trousers and a royal blue button-up, top few buttons undone, and a white suit coat covering his broad shoulders and long arms. Only he would be able to pull a look off such as this.

Harry’s eyes went wide as he looked up at you from his squatting position, bear hugging Emmett, who was apparently his son. “Y/N!” with a scoffed laugh. “You’re Miss Y/L/N… Emmett talks about you constantly.”

“She is the best teacher in the world, daddy!” Harry pet the top of Emmett’s head as he was trying to take you in. You both stood there for a moment, soaking the other in, until Emmett broke the awkward silence. “I’m going to play with the blocks…” walking away and going to the building area of your room.

You get right to work, clearing your throat before grabbing Emmett’s folder from your desk and guiding Harry to a table for you both to sit. You open the folder, avoiding Harry’s strong stare on you.

“Emmett has-”

“Why did you leave? You snuck out. Why?”

You finally looked up at him and he looked, well, he looked hurt, like he has been waiting for this opportunity to confront you.

“You didn't even leave a number to call you. I was going to make you my famous french toast. I thought that we had something, something special and you didn’t even give us the opportunity to possibly explore that. I get that maybe you didn't want more than just that moment, but, I certainly did.” Harry was rotating the rings on his fingers while spilling his heart out. “I would have called you.”

You sat there stunned. When you were putting Emmett’s folder together to prepare for this meeting, you didn't know that you would have been confronted by the best one night stand that you have ever experienced. You were excited to finally meet the person, or people, that have raised such a special boy. You know that you shouldn't pick favorites in your students, but how could you not love Emmett with all your heart?

“Harry…”

“Just tell me why, that's all I ask. Was it something I did or said?”

“No, no, not at all Harry. As cliché as it sounds, it’s me, not you.” You tried to lighten the mood with a light giggle, but Harry was still stoic, with those damn soft eyes… “That night scared me, okay? I was able to be completely myself with you, in all aspects of the night, and it scared the living shit out of me”. You looked over to the block area to make sure that Emmett was still preoccupied and didn't hear you curse in your classroom. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you Harry. I was being selfish when I walked out that morning.”

Harry reached his hand across the table, grabbing your hands that were resting on Emmett’s folder. He began to smile as he was looking at your hands together. “I was scared too, really. But waking up without you next to me, I think that’s the worst I have ever felt.” He ran his thumb over your knuckles before he let go and leaned back in the chair. You noticed that Emmett was making his was over, breaking the little moment you and Harry were having.

Emmett began to climb up Harry to cuddle in his lap, “Daddy, I’m hungry.” Emmett laid his head on Harry’s chest, playing with his emerald cross necklace as Harry kissed Emmett’s head and rubbed his leg.

“We will be heading home soon bub, just let me talk to Miss Y/L/N for a little longer, okay?” Emmett nodded but cuddled closer to Harry. You took it as an opportunity to actually have the parent-teacher conference.

“I must tell you that it is a true joy to have Emmett in my class room. He is always the first to help anyone, including myself. Emmett is polite and is eager to learn every morning he walks in.” You go to pull out some of his art and workbook from Emmett’s folder to prove all of his hard work and growth he has had in the few weeks he has been in your class. You turn the work to show Harry as he continues to rub Emmett’s back and kiss his head.

To say Harry was proud was an understatement. Emmett had issues with some of his letters when they practiced over the summer, but now he is a pro! His artwork is colorful and vibrant. You continue to talk about Emmett in the class and his progress and Harry is beaming, especially when he hears how kind he has been to his classmates.

“A true sweetheart.” Harry looks to you at your sentiment and sees that you are smiling at Emmett who is smiling right back at you.

“Join us for dinner.” Causing both you and Emmett to perk up for very different reasons.

“Oh, Harry. I shou-“

“Please Miss Y/L/N! It’s brekkie for dinner night! French toast!”

Harry smirking at you, “You can see what you had missed out on. I’m a proper chef when it comes to brekkie, angel.”

Emmett had fully perked up at the idea of having you over for dinner, offering up his favorite blanket as well as your favorite Disney movie for movie night. Both boys are looking at you with a pout, though you try to be professional.

“Harry, I’m your son’s teacher…”

“You met me first. Please angel, have mercy on us poor boys. We would love your company.” Emmett resting his cheek on Harry’s, both throwing a pathetic pout.

~~~

You were cursing yourself the whole time you were following Harry’s car. Were you doing the wrong thing? Was it the right thing? You cared for Emmett more than you ever cared for any other child. You love all your students but, Emmett... Maybe because he was his father’s son? There is a resemblance between the two and both are so sweet. Not that you knew he was Harry’s kin before tonight.

Would they notice if you turned around? You couldn’t break Emmett’s heart like that, or Harry’s. Again. God, being in the car alone, driving to the best fuck/father of your student’s home really takes a toll on your anxiety and overthinking.

You pull up and park behind Harry and before your engine is off, Emmett is running to your door to open it for you. After he used all his strength to open your door, he was beaming up at you with a hand out for you to take.

Harry was standing there with both his and Emmett’s bags slung over his shoulder; he looks quite cute with rainbow straps. Harry was smiling at the image of you with his son, letting Emmett lead you into their home and he followed close behind.

Emmett went right into his after school routine while Harry walked into the kitchen with you following. Harry pulls out a pan along with the fresh bread and eggs to begin dinner. “Can I make you tea? Coffee? Glass of wine maybe?” Smiling at you over his shoulder.

“Tea, please.” You are still standing there with your hands straightening out the skirt of your dress before sticking your hands in the pockets of the dress, the reason why you bought the dress honestly.

Emmett walks out and goes right to Harry with his arms up for Harry to pick him up and place him on the counter to be his “little sous chef”. Emmett reaches for you to come closer and Harry hands you your cup of tea. Emmett shimmies his way closer to you before he cuddles into your side, you subconsciously wrapping your arm around him.

Harry wishes that he could see this image every night.

~~~

You’re looking at the pictures Harry has along his wall, a gallery of his family. You smile seeing a picture of Harry holding Emmett in his first few days on the earth. Another of Emmett on Harry’s back, both bent over laughing and sharing the same smile and wrinkled eyes. You see Harry with his mom and sister, Emmett in pictures with each as well. The whole family is so beautiful.

You try not to think of Emmett’s mother and that potential situation as you find yourself standing by the wall. THE wall. The wall you were pinned to with quivering thighs and labored breathing. As you turn to return to the kitchen to get away from that wall and your thoughts, you hear the little pitter-patter of feet coming down the stairs.

Emmett clad in Paw Patrol pajamas runs right into your legs, hugging them. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the living room then gently pushed you to sit down while he ran to his backpack to get his blanket. He came running back and covered both your laps with the blanket before cuddling into your side.

Oh, this blanket. It was on the bed when you and Harry… you tried to cover your naked body with Emmett’s favorite blanket! If only the ground could open up and eat you whole.

“Daddy is making popcorn and then he will put on the movie!” Emmett pulled your arm so that you could wrap it around him to cuddle closer. You rub his shoulder before Harry makes his way with popcorn in his arm, Emmett’s juice sip cup in one hand and two glasses of wine in the other. Why did you find that so sexy?

Harry handed Emmett his cup and you your glass of wine before Emmett sat up to hold the popcorn on his lap. “What is this? No cuddles for daddy?”

Did he just?...

With the smirk he was giving you over the edge of his wine glass, he certainly did.

“After popcorn daddy! Then you get cuddles!” Emmett fisting little handfuls of popcorn in his mouth as the opening credits to “Beauty and the Beast” started.

~~~

Harry had been watching you the whole time, especially when Emmett had laid on your lap and fell asleep. You were playing with his hair as little snores slipped out from his mouth.

“I should have known he was your son from all the pouting he gives me in class.” You begin to smile as you continue to look down at the little cherub on your lap, knowing Harry is giving you an offended face.

You turn to look at him but he didn’t have an offended look on his face, he had a face of adoration. He was also moved closer to you than the start of the movie. You clear your throat but not wanting to disturb Emmett while he’s in dreamland. “I should get going.”

“Please stay, stay the night.” Again, with the pout.

You sat in silence for a moment, “I don’t have anything with me.”

The smile on Harry’s face slowly crept to show his dimples. “I have stuff for you, angel.” He stood up, grabbing Emmett from your lap to carry him to bed and then put his hand out to you to assist you in standing up. He held your hand behind his back the whole way up the stairs. It seemed like dejavu being in this position but more at a tired pace. Harry went to Emmett’s room to lay him down before guiding you to his room.

Harry left a crack in the door before making his way to his dresser. He handed you a pair of his boxer briefs and an old T-shirt before he stepped into the bathroom to pull out towels and a spare toothbrush he had under his sink. “Help yourself to anything. I’m going to properly tuck in Emmett.” He kissed the side of your head before shutting the bathroom door behind him.

You got ready for bed and made your way into Harry’s room. He was sitting on his bed with his glasses perched on his nose, reviewing emails on his phone. He was pulling his lip between his thumb and forefinger and had a slight furrow to his brow. He looked up at you and his face instantly softened, giving you a lopsided smile. “All set, love?”

You nodded and made your way to his bed, climbing under the covers. Harry laid himself out so he was level with you, laying on his side and putting a hand on your hip. His glasses were skewed due to him laying on his side so you did the favor of pulling them off to fold them and place them on his side table. You laid back down to look at him, resting a hand on his face, stroking his stubble with your thumb.

“Thank you.” You must have pulled a face because Harry started to giggle. “Thank you for being an amazing teacher to my son.” He began to melt into the bed and pulled you closer. “He had a rough first year of school and hated it. He was always disregarded by his peers and had a hard time making friends. I always thought it was my fault because I raised him to never be ashamed of what he liked and to be who he wants to be. Kids made fun of him because he loved bright colors and wore them everyday, and he was small so he was an easy target.” Harry looked like he was on the verge of tears, eyes darting across your face. “You let him do that in your classroom, it’s a safe space for him. He has friends, he is getting invited to birthdays and playdates, not out of obligation but because they want him there. He is so happy coming home and talking about his day so openly,” Harry lets out a giggle, “and he doesn’t shut the hell up about you.”

You now have tears in your eyes as you let out a wet laugh and a sniffle. Harry wipes your tears with his thumbs before kissing their tracks, then your nose before pulling you by your jaw to plant a soft kiss to your lips. You feel the sigh leave his nose against your skin as he pulls you as close as possible. “Thank you, for caring about Emmett and for staying the night tonight.”

You cuddle closer to Harry as he turns his side lamp off and wraps his arms tightly around you before you both fall asleep.

~~~

You woke up on your side, facing away from Harry. You feel his arms pull you closer while he is in the process of stretching. He began to kiss between shoulders, humming happily with a murmured rasp of “Morning”. You push yourself closer to Harry in the cuddle, holding his arms that are wrapped around you.

Harry moves one of his hands to rub up and down your side as he continues to kiss along your spine. His fingers find the hem of the shirt before they begin to creep along your skin, creating goosebumps. He hums as he moves his way to your neck, giving you soft kisses. You roll to your back, allowing Harry to hover over you slightly, gripping his jaw and pulling him down for a kiss.

Harry’s leaned on his elbow as his other hand moves up your stomach and begins massaging your breasts. His tongue grazes your lip, causing you to open your mouth further for him to taste you. The morning heat in your stomach starts to bloom. Harry’s hand begins to trail down your body and dip into the boxer briefs he had provided. His fingers begin to graze yo-

“DADDY!” The door slammed against the wall as Emmett climbed up the bed with his blanket draped over his shoulders and climbed on Harry’s back. Harry quickly removed his hand as both of your faces blushed. Emmett gasped seeing you in Harry’s bed and then began to pout. “You didn’t tell me we were having a sleepover! I wanted a sleepover with Miss Y/L/N!”

You began to giggle as Emmett climbed over Harry to lay on you. You covered him in his blanket as Harry was watching you care for his son. “I didn’t know I was going to be sleeping over either, but I got so sleepy after cuddling with you that your daddy was nice enough to let me stay.” Emmett seemed to have settled for that response and asked that since there was a guest if they could go to his favorite diner. “They have smiley pancakes and they put extra blueberries in them for me!” Harry agreed that it was a good idea, helping Emmett up to get ready but not before leaning over to give you another kiss.

~~~

It had been a couple of days since you had stayed at Harry’s. You were sitting in the art area of your classroom assisting the kids in the Picasso project you had picked for your lesson plan. The children were slowly mingling out when their parents came to pick them up. Emmett was the last one so you sat in the “comfy chair” with him in your lap, listening to music and having him read you stories.

Harry walked in, smiling at the sight before getting Emmett’s things together. You look up to see his back turned to you and you begin to smile. He was in brown trousers with a red sweater and a plaid button up under the sweater, sleeves rolled up. His bum looked really good in those trousers. Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled back at you, knowing you were checking him out.

Harry made his way to you and was about to interrupt Emmett’s reading but Emmett put his hand up to stop his dad before he had even opened his mouth. Harry's jaw dropped as you began to giggle, covering your mouth. “Almost done daddy, shhh.” Emmett was bouncing on your lap due to your giggling.

Emmett finished his story, closing the book and climbing off your lap before putting it back to where it belonged in your library. You stood up as Emmett walked to Harry, giving him a hug when Harry squatted down. You smiled as you watched the scene then went to your desk grabbing your bag and coat.

Harry walked to your desk and you turned as you pulled your hair out from under your jacket. Harry had his arm extended with a bouquet of tulips in hand. “For you, from me and Emmett. He told me to get you tulips.” Harry had a slight blush to his cheek. You accepted the flowers, putting them in a vase on your desk and filling it with water from your water bottle.

“Thank you!” You bent down to kiss Emmett on the cheek and you felt Harry’s hand on your lower back. You stood up and turned to Harry, placing a hand to his jaw before kissing his cheek as well. “Are you ready?” Grabbing Harry’s hand as you walk out the door.

Harry was dropping Emmett off at his sister Gemma’s for the night before taking you out for dinner. You met Gemma when Harry was saying his goodbyes and good nights to Emmett. She was gushing over how much both of the boys talked about you, saying that it had been “so long” since she has seen her brother this happy. “Harry was devastated when Emmett’s mom said that she didn’t want Harry or the baby. She left Emmett with Harry at the hospital the day he was born. She never even tried to reach out.”

Emmett ran back over to you to give you a hug before running back to the kitchen to help Michel make dinner. Gemma gave both you and Harry a hug and wished you a good night before Harry walked you outside and opened the car door for you, helping you into the car before going to dinner.

~~~

Harry had taken you back to his place, saying he had dessert at home. He pulled out a bottle of wine with glasses and grabbed the cheesecake from the fridge. He tried to pull off that he had been the one to make it but you knew better since it was from your favorite bakery.

Harry had put on a movie for you to cuddle and drink your wine to. He was feeding you cheesecake from the plate you were sharing, making sure you got the last bite. He sunk further into the couch, pulling you with him. You had a leg draped over his waist and your head on his chest. His hand was caressing the bare thigh that was on his waist while his other arm was wrapped around you.

You noticed as the movie progressed that Harry’s hand began to sneak higher on to your thigh. The skirt of your dress was up past your hip at this point. Harry starts to place kisses on the top of your head, rubbing your arm with one hand and begins to caress your bum with the other. You smile into his chest, “What are you doing, sir?”

Harry hummed as he gripped the back of your knee to pull you on top of him, straddling his hips. He started to rub up and down both of your thighs when you sat up to look down at him. You raised your brows at him, still waiting for a response. “I'm gonna make you feel good, that’s what I’m doing.”

Harry sat up while he caressed your face with both hands, pulling you in for a kiss. He undid the zipper of your dress, letting the sleeves loosen before he assisted in removing the garment, pulling the dress over your head and letting it fall to the ground. Harry had taken his sweater off when he got home, so you began to undo the buttons to his shirt. He was taking his time, kissing you softly and slowly. He began to kiss down your sternum as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Once the shirt was off, you took a hold of Harry’s hair, massaging his scalp as he continued to kiss the skin along your chest.

His hands returned to massaging your hips and thighs as his kisses became eager against your skin, trailing to your lips. He began to pull you to lay down with him and moved his hands to your bum, massaging and pulling you down to grind against him. You let out a moan at the feeling of his bulge pressed against you, your hips moving on their own chasing the pleasure.

You whine as Harry pulls away. You kiss along his jaw and neck as your hips continue to roll against his. Harry is panting your name but you don’t stop your actions. The only thing that makes you stop is Harry begging you, “Sit on my face angel.”

You moan at the demand, tugging at Harry’s hair causing him to hiss. You sit up and Harry assists you to stand up as well as taking your panties off. Harry maneuvered himself so that you could straddle his face comfortably. When you went to straddle his face, he wasn’t expecting you to turn to face his feet. He couldn’t see what you were doing but he could feel you undoing his pants and begin to push them down his thighs, exposing his hard on. He bit into your ass cheek as he heard you spit into your hand and felt you begin to stroke him.

Harry felt you take him into your mouth as your wet center hovered over him. He threw his head back into the couch as he felt you tongue his tip. Harry wrapped his arms around your thighs and used his hands to spread you open for the taking. He licked his lips before giving you soft, sucking kisses to your outer lips. He can feel you moan around his dick, urging him to dip his tongue into you.

He pulls you so close to his face, you think you’re going to suffocate him. You pull off Harry to pump him a few times as well as to let out a moan of Harry’s name. His mouth and tongue are everywhere; kissing your thighs, teeth nipping your ass, his tongue trailing from you dripping cunt up to your puckered hole. Harry moves one of his hands so that his fingers can fuck into you as he is lapping at your ass.

You give Harry a firm squeeze, causing him to pull off of you to let out a guttural moan. He thrusts his hips up to you, causing his tip to graze your lips before you take him fully, causing him to lick and finger you with fervor. Your hips begin to roll on their own accord as your orgasm flooded over you. Your movements on Harry pause since your orgasm is overwhelming but the moment you start to come down from your high, you take all of Harry into your mouth. You pump what your mouth can’t handle, focusing your tongue on his tip. You hear Harry mumble something but can’t make out what he says before he is cumming into your mouth.

You pull off of him, giving him a few gentle pumps through his orgasm before climbing off of him to straddle his waist. When you turn to look at his face, you can't help but laugh. He had his eyes closed with his head tipped back and a smile gracing his face. “That good, huh?”

He let out a laugh before lacing his fingers with yours as you climb back on top of him. “Unexpected was what it was, and yes, it was THAT good.” He kissed your fingers before he gently pulled you to lay on him. He pulled the blanket that was behind his head over the both of you before he began to rub your back. Both of you began to doze off while the movie continued to play in the background.

~~~

When you woke up, Harry was kissing your cheek. “Rise and shine sweetheart.” He continued to kiss over your face until you squirm away. “Let's get you up to bed, hm?” You nodded as you climbed off of Harry, wrapping the blanket around you. You're sluggish in your movements up the stairs but seeing Harry’s naked bum in front of you puts a little pep in your step.

Harry plops onto his bed ungracefully, opening his arms for you. You climb into bed to cuddle into Harry. He tips your head up from his chest to give you a kiss, deepening it as your thigh grazes his naked member. He whimpers into the kiss before he turns to his side to pull your thigh around his waist. He fully settles between your thighs, laying you on your back, when you pull him closer with your leg.

He rubs his stiffening member between your folds with rolls of his hips as he continues to kiss you. He is slow and gentle in his movements, wanting to savor the moment. You are the one to reach for the side table to turn on the light as well as to look for the condom. They are front and center when you open the drawer, causing you to bark a laugh. “Prepared this time, I see.”

Harry began to blush and bury his face into your neck, “hopeful is more like it.” He began to pepper your neck with kisses as you unwrap the condom. As he sat up for you to place the condom on him, he began to smile at you since you looked so concentrated with your tongue sticking out to the side. You looked up to him with a smile and a nod, causing him to lean on his elbows, hovering over you. You held his face giving him a soft kiss that both of you were smiling into.

Harry rubbed his nose against yours as you squeezed his hips with your thighs. Harry brushes your hair from your face then reaches down to line himself up to gently push into you. He looks back to you when his tip is inserted, kissing you as he rolls his hips to be completely enveloped by you.

Harry is kissing every inch of skin he can touch as your soft pants brush past his ear. This time is completely different than your first time, this was intimate. You lace your fingers into his hair as his hand is rubbing up and down your thigh, hooking it around his waist to pull you closer.

Harry pulled his face from your skin to watch you. You turn your head to look at him and you start to smile as you continue with your soft, quick breaths with each thrust of Harry’s hips. He starts to smile down at you before leaning to give you a kiss to your lips. He pulls away and continues his movements. You push his hair off his forehead before you kiss every inch of his face, causing Harry to giggle.

He leans so that his body is surrounding you, kissing your shoulder as his pace quickens. He pulls you closer to him by gripping the thigh wrapped around him, pulling you at an angle that hits your inner spot perfectly. His pelvis is grinding against your clit with the movements of Harry’s hips, giving you everything to push you over the edge. You grip Harry’s hair pulling him closer to you, whimpering out his name.

Harry began to suck on your collar, quickening his pace, leading Harry to moan out as he began to feel your light pulse on his shaft. He pulled his face from your skin to watch you as you come undone. The grip on his hair and his waist from your thighs tighten while your face scrunches with your orgasm. Harry quickly pecks your face with kisses before he locks his lips with yours and releases into the condom.

Your pants mix with Harry’s in the air between you before you lean up to gently place a kiss on his lips. He begins to smile as he continues to peck your lips, causing you to giggle out and grip his face.

Harry rolls off of you and pulls you into his side. “You’re not going to leave me in the morning now, are you?” He had a smile on his face but you knew he was still concerned.

You began to pet at his face, getting him to look at you. “I’ll be here in morning. Every morning if you want me to.” He smiled and kissed you again with a hum.

“I would really like that.” Harry kissed you again before getting up to get ready for bed, turning off the bedside lamp and cuddling you close as you fell asleep.

~~~

Harry had brought you coffee to bed in the morning along with the newspaper. You stole his glasses from his face when you found an article that suited you and placed them on your own. Harry rested his head on your shoulder as you read it aloud, him feeding you pieced if jellied toast between lines.

You showered together and began to get ready as Harry was calling Gemma to let her know that you were on your way.

~~~

Emmett was running out of Gemma and Michel’s front door when his aunt had opened it, seeing Harry and you were approaching. Harry had feigned hurt when he saw Emmett run right for you. If anything, Harry was ecstatic to see the exchange. You picked up Emmett and carried him to the car, assisting him to get into his booster.

When Harry approached Gemma, he knew she had something to say. “Don’t fuck it up, Harry.

She’s good for the both of you.” Harry’s jaw dropped at Gemma, hurt at the idea that he would fuck up such a perfect thing. Gemma gave Harry a hug before waving at you and Emmett over his shoulder.

Harry climbed back in the car to see Emmett eagerly telling you all that he had done with Aunt Gem and Uncle Michel. Harry made sure that both you and Emmett were buckled up before he started to drive. Harry reaches his hand over to your lap, squeezing your thigh before lacing his fingers with yours.

“Daddy? What are we doing today?” Emmett was looking out the window, having an idea of what they were going to do by knowing what day of the week it was as well as by their surroundings, but he wanted to hear his dad say it.

Harry looked back in the rear view mirror while giving your hand a squeeze. “We are going to go to the park for a while before going to our diner.” Harry began to smile as he saw the excitement grow on Emmett’s face.

The Saturday tradition that used to be strictly meant for Harry and Emmett now was made better by having you with them.

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Puppet Strings

Please don’t police the shit out of me for this one (I’ve read and seen all of what’s happening in Tumblr with the talented authors 😭😫---either way, I DGAF if I get judged for writing this. Y’all are getting this for free. LMAO. Welcome to my freakin’ kinky world. 😭

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Characters: Stephen Colley x Reader

Summary: You’ve had Stephen wrapped around your finger by using your family’s kindness to your advantage---keeping him guilty and complying over whatever wishes you wanted---he was giving it due to your manipulative, cunning persona. You were being head-over-heels for him that made you have your reasons, thinking that being the way you are was fine for your strong obsession.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Manipulative reader. Obsessed reader. This is quite dark for me because she’s using our puppy to her benefit (somehow?)---using Stephen as if he’s her boy toy. Spitting. Sub!Stephen. Porn with a plot. (Though, this was planned to only be porn without a plot LMAO) Dub-con. Exhibitionism. Angst? Thirsty ass reader. Not connected to the plot of the movie.

Words: 3,810+

A/N: I didn’t know what happened that this ended up this way. Please don’t judge my soul for this.I was all ‘oh my baby stephen’ to writing this filthy shit. Also, Stephen’s 20 in this and the reader is 19, okay? So, legal. (In my country it is) ENJOY, FILTHY LADIES! This made me pout because of how soft Stephen is and the reader is quite...Eh. 😭 I think this will be a 3-5 part fic. Heehee. Or maybe not----lmao. We’ll see.

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THE SMELL OF BLUEBELLS WAS ARDENT AND SWITH, it's scent thoroughly withstanding and wafting through your nose with the odor of sweat. Stephen's earthy and musk scent adding more stimulation to what was being given down south and around the canvas of your breasts.

An ample amount of slime trailed a path from the swell of your knockers through the meander of your neck, feeling a pair of soft, delicate lips having its way and paving to have a suck; thrilled and exploratory over giving you a mark that you surely ordered him around to.

You've felt the tiny nibbles on your neck, feeling full over being filled by the cock of your family's lackey who happened to be under your manipulative, presumptuous fingers. Stephen was having his way with you, as he was commanded to do so in the middle of harvesting crops; all sweaty, dirty and masking in his domestic labor as your fingers hooked along his belt hoops, pulling him away from the field towards a veiled place where bluebells were filled.

The first time you've had sex with Stephen, he was beyond hesitant. His rosy cheeks fueled as if it was on fire from the moment you've asked him for more of his services; to be the one to take your virginity rather than a rich, middle aged man who had terrible mustaches that crept the heck out of you.

Stephen and his pure innocence understood your favors of help by wanting him to accompany you in the city while you buy things for yourself or stuff that your mother asked to buy.

Much to your dismay for his lack of apprehension, It wasn't the type of aid you were asking for.

How pretty his face flushed a lot more from how you've frankly told him that you needed a different type of assistance to satisfy that curiosity of yours made you giggle, the desire pooling more in the pit of your stomach, filling in the prurient passion as if it was enough to stimulate you.

Stephen Colley was utterly pretty, beyond God's work as he was sculpted with a face of a Greek God as people have been saying. Your family even admiring God's work of art by how he was created; enough to be painted and inspired to be sculptured in the museums. He was the first boy in your fantasies and the only one that could make you breathe deep breaths in between rubbing the itch in your mound as you explored your body by yourself that nobody ever had yet.

He was your fantasy. The boy in your dreams that you would gladly want to have in your life for years end.

After welcoming the afterglow of an orgasm, such debauched thoughts came into your head in the same time you've wanted to rub onto that button again for thinking about him.

You were going to have him. You wanted him, you've mindlessly convinced yourself. Stephen was a plague that could infect your precious little mind---the facade of an innocent, kind and shy sweetheart that your family has been seeing from you was ruined when you've reached puberty.

It wasn't helping that Stephen walked around the house with clothes that you surely want to ruin. Your mind being influenced by your older sister's experiences with men and how her sex life have been.

She was a wild one and deep inside---no matter how much you tell yourself that it was a deed that people respectfully hold onto, the untamed part of you wanted to experience it with the boy who had adorable rosy cheeks and a gorgeous accent that could make you gush.

Being in line with the heavens, you were lucky Stephen was quite naive despite being a year older than you and with all the plans you had inside your head, being manipulative and guilt-tripping him till he would obey was the only answer for him to accept your offers because the boy was beyond nice and respectful, innocent---delicate as he may seem in being a rose without thorns amongst the bundle of daisies growing along the field.

You weren't his first to be honest; hearing that he had his virginity taken by a lady when he was taking a trip to the city, the woman being older than him and enamored by his beauty, she was very pretty as Stephen saw her the first time---growing a little crush before the lady has offered him a night filled with pleasure, leaving him alone the next morning and a ton of cash that has left him heartbroken by expecting a number or a sweet filled morning with her.

Was this obsession you had for Stephen? you couldn't tell while having the luck of being boffed by him no matter how tentative he may been. The phrase you've been telling whenever he was reluctant held a powerful will for making him capitulate over your wishes.

'You're working for us---I'm your miss. Shouldn't you always follow what I have to say, Stephen?'

Guileful and conniving for you, but you've had no other choice especially when you've heard your sister gossip about how he was starting to take a liking over a girl across the neighborhood, the lady living in a castle---going way back with him and her family because they've known each other since they were kids until they've moved away and came back to their hometown.

Cassandra. That was her name. It was a name that should be left forgotten in Stephen's mind.

Your boy shifted in between your opened legs, your dress hiked up and his trousers unbuttoned; stopping on the end of his derriere as he stuck his swollen cock inside your tight folds, kissing and licking along your throat and breasts that had you mewling beneath him.

Begging him to take you in the middle of the grass to relieve that fantasy only he could satisfy, you've laid beneath him and promised that he could take his time and do whatever he pleases. Exploring every inch and depth of your body with your dress being in a bunch and unfastened by Stephen. Today, you've just wanted to feel him, touch him and let him be inside you because of certain feelings that can't be resisted.

He was patiently taking his time, both of you basking in the afternoon glow before dusk and never bringing in a gas lamp before night even arrives. Stephen was licking your taut nub, his mouth close to your nipple as his hot breath was fanning along his own saliva, bringing pleasure and satisfaction. Another weak whimper erupted from your mouth, watching his eyes closed; tongue darting out to flick your other hardened nipple before deeply moaning out his approval as he devoured your breasts with a tight, strong suck.

The lewd action was enough to make your spine and toes curl.

You've flexed your cunt, tightening around his girth and you've heard him lowly groan with your nipple in his mouth. He immediately pulled his mouth off your breasts with a pop. Innocent, lust-filled baby blues stared above you, the flicker in his eyes asking and waiting for your next behest.

"Stephen," was the only word you managed to croak out, sounding like you were being choked as you felt him slowly pull out of your thirsty cunt. He leaned his head to the left, dipping his head and giving you a kiss which caught you off-guard; it was plain and enough to take your mind off his throbbing cock that has slithered in. After being explored by his mouth on your body, Stephen's lips that landed on you to give a peck surely felt unfamiliar because you both rarely do share kisses in the midst of intercourse.

His crimson colored lips on yours felt divine. The sudden smooch probably involuntary in his part because of how sexually intimate you were being with him. You've swallowed the moan forming in your throat by feeling him wholly pull out, moaning and whining from the lack of imbue and by forcing yourself not to have your way with his lips---wanting nothing but to dance your mouth with his.

You knew this was a one-sided affection and he didn't entirely adored you like how you do for him.

Your fingers gripped onto the grass on either side, it traveled and clasped around Stephen's neck that felt balmy beneath the pad of your fingers. Drops of perspiration smoothening out as you watched him pant above you, breathless and in a daze. His cheeks turning rosier and crimson from such scabrous act you've brought him in.

He was heavy and scathing on your thigh. His hand grabbing onto the growing base of his throbbing, uncut, hard cock as he looked between you both, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he was feeling his cock on his hands, fingers enclosing around his girth to give it one jerk that made you salivate.

His neck was sweating, drops of perspiration falling along his temples and to distract yourself, you've darted your tongue out to sweep the sweat off his face, catching him off guard that made him throatily groan and cast you a look, his eyes withdrawn and thoroughly focused on what taboo you tried to help him be accustomed with.

The place you decided to be ravished on was rather risquè but also getting you more thrilled to know that your sister knew this spot as a location you always spend time with whenever you were reading. You've heard tiny shuffling of bushes which made Stephen look away and observe whoever that was with his eyebrows knotted together---distracting him and pushing the worry away just like you always do, you've quietly whispered in his ear.

"Put that cock in me, Stephen. Please,"

At the sound of you pleading, it was enough to pull his thoughts away from being concerned over your family catching you both in such a raunchy moment. Their daughter laid amongst the land, being ravished by their worker who they've trusted for all their heart---a boy whom they didn't expect to be salaciously connected with you.

The both of you were in for a tough scolding if caught.

Pointing the head of his cock in your entrance, he'd swiftly drove in. You were wet enough for him to slip inside with the right tightness of your cunt that pushed him to grunt as he filled you in one go. Your back curled from the penetration, the thirst for sexual gratification being answered by Stephen when he started to thrust his hips, experimenting over the pace that could make you moan around his arms before pummeling like how he wanted to.

"Oh yeah---yeah---yes, just like that," you've choked in your own moans and pleasure, licking your lips and watching how he was defiling your cunt with his cock, your slick moisturizing his---the filthy sound of your juices coating his, thrusting in and out of your folds; becoming music to the sound of insects probably watching how you were both sending each other raptures.

Stephen knew how thrilled you were becoming by the audible sound of how filthy he was making you feel. Being aware of the obscene sound whenever he tries to fasten the pace, slowing down to let you both appreciate the erotic sense of debauchery has gotten you biting your lip up at him.

You were his miss and whatever you wanted was his job to give.

He'd slip a hand in between you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and when he did, Stephen started rubbing that throbbing nub of yours in rough, circular motions making your core jerk, your hips chasing his hand with each thrust he gives; entirely accepting and embracing the sheer pleasure he was giving.

Your boy was deeply grunting with each shove of his hips, his cock befouling your scheming soul and you were loving every moment---cherishing the sounds he create that only you could muster.

Only you, not Cassandra---not anyone.

In the midst of such onslaught and currently trapped in your own bliss, you've never took heed of Stephen panting out your name; thinking that he was bemoaning his desperation for continuously prodding your hole in a greedy pace, his carping had a flicker of perturbation in his diluted, lust-filled baby blues as he tried to catch your attention.

"Miss---Miss," Stephen couldn't stop his smutty assaults. Too concentrated on reaching both of your highs as he peered down at you with his peepers growing larger when he heard your name being called from afar; being an echo of warning that what you were both caught up with was utterly unchaste.

"---your family---ugh---they're seeking for you," he grunted with every word and plunge; his pace never stopping and his fingers reaching further down to polish your clit. Your leak being spread all over your folds as he licked his lips, admiring how you were writhing beneath his body---how you reacted to his ministrations.

Their voices echoed from afar, alerting you both that they were closer than you imagined them to be. It was the dead of the night already, the time after nightfall as you both welcomed the sins of passion that you have gotten Stephen to be involved in again. Being in the shadows of the night, the moment was easier to covert from your family as you laid to satisfy your mania. The ruffle of grass being stepped on repeatedly actually has been the sound of Stephen ardently violating your cunt along the land of dew.

You've both turned your heads to see light coming from the far distance. A buzz of incomprehensible words of unknown from your sister who was mindlessly telling her hunches as to where you both went; remembering that Stephen was also not around for her to ask if he could buy stuff around town because it was already night time.

"Oh, yes!---don't mind them!---just do me,"

He slowed down his pace, skeptical over being caught but never stopping his thrusts while his features turned conflicted over being dubious and also feeling like he was floating for the twist of elation written on your face from his drives. You've grabbed onto his hair, roughly turning his head to face yours as he loudly grunted and groaned above you, the sound made you slip a finger on his lips to shush his moans.

"You're not going to get caught---we're not going to get caught. Just stifle your moans. You can do that. You're a good boy---our good boy and you'll make me cum, right?"

The whispers you've managed to slip past your lips made him stare down at you, understanding what you were trying to point out and it has not been seconds before he'd nodded before you, starting his relentless pace that made you sigh as he was trying to build up your orgasm again, grabbing onto your ankle and hooking it around his hip as he continued to forge himself in you; his breath hitting your face with every push---grunts being uncontrolled from the actions.

You've heard a twig break from behind, not wanting Stephen to be distracted---you've grabbed onto his face and forced him to look at you; your heart beat never ceasing to run fast whenever he stares into your eyes. The fast heart beat also being the cause of your orgasm coming.

He'd shifted in between you, your hips bucking to meet every thrust he offered. Mewling out lewd moans whenever he hits that spot that felt so heavenly. Reaching for his hand, you've guided him back to where he has been flicking---your clit that he immediately rubbed on as you were approaching your high.

Loud, rough grunts came from his throat, feeling his own coming as your cunt gripped him hard for the sounds he was creating. Your mouth and face contorted in sheer pleasure when you've violently thrashed against his hold. Stephen's unconscious response was to grab onto you, keeping you closer to his lean, muscular body---a wiry sculpted body from all the hard work that he does for your family; convulsing in his arms as you gushed around his penetrative cock.

Rambunctious ugh's came from the both of you, especially from your boy who was in the midst of coming. Your sensitive cunt was jolting as Stephen went on in propelling himself, his face of bliss bringing you ecstacy as it was hot for a beautiful face to be debauched like that. You've forgotten your family who was in search for you when he wholly pulled out just in time for him to spill his warm seed over your torso, his load shooting out in spurts as he breathed heavily above you.

You've both shared silence after a moment of paradise. As a habit you've held Stephen accountable, he'd delicately held onto your jaw with his calloused fingers, pinching them together to set forth over opening your mouth. It was an understanding and idea that you told him about after an act of pleasure. He was against the idea at first before you've basically convinced him that there would be no moment as if you were being degraded. But, he somehow has become used to it after quite some time.

Besides, it was one of your wishes. His miss surely needed to have it when she wants it.

Gradually opening your lips, Stephen has lined his mouth on you. Drawing down a line of spit and aiming to shoot it inside; thoroughly not bothered about the fact of it already as he spat inside your mouth, making you grin as he gathered his spilled cum on your torso with a finger, slipping them inside your vermillion, his eyes in a daze as he concentrated over the mouth that has sucked on his cream-filled fingers---swallowing the mixture of his saliva and release like it was food for your tainted soul.

He certainly didn't expect you to be ribald and deceptive from such a religious family---But, considering your sister and her liberated moments, maybe it was probably in the blood.

"Was it how you liked it today?" he simply acknowledged, tone curious over the fact of being caught by your family was thrilling you which is why you've dragged him along the meadow while he was working, asking him for a quick frigging in a deserted, furtive space.

Stephen helped you wear your dress after snapping his breeches back, keeping himself decent. He still wore his white, dirt-filled tank top. Slipping over his suspenders on his shoulders, the latter remained sitting on the grass as you stood up. The expression on his face mixed with a look of a puppy who was blushing under the moon light, his hair utmost unkempt and clothes looking rumpled as if he had a wild night.

"It was everything, Stephen." you softly muttered, flattening the stresses of your dress with the back of your hand, erasing any proof or evidence that you had a nooky with your family's beautiful helper. A sigh left your lips as the ache of thirst was probing your spine, yearning for more than once today.

"---But, can you do me one more favor?"

"Anything, Miss Y/N."

Stephen waited and watched for your response, seeing you ogling at his beauty as he sat silently, catching sight of those suggestive flicker of your eyes under the night.

You've knelt before him, having your height differences obvious from how you tried being eye to eye as he was still taller than you. He'd simply studied your face, changing into an expression that he wouldn't get to reject---not that he ever does because he had no other choice but to follow what you wanted because you were still his patron.

"Can you visit my chambers after dinner?"

He was quick to become uncertain over the service being asked. His thoughts hastily going to what happened in the middle of fornication a while ago; the risk of being exposed by your family for what you both decided to tumble through the afternoon, "But, Miss---"

His protests were cut short when you've distracted him with a delicate kiss to the lips, using it to your advantage as it left seeing him swallowing his apprehension down in the pit of his stomach. Kissing you back with a soft peck that got you sighing when he pulled away to wait for your answer, his complains never being risked to be told. Currently disoriented from the kiss you've given him out of the blue and from the feeling of being confused over what he should feel for letting you have him explicitly.

"My family won't be awake in the middle of the night,"

"Would...you wish to be ravished again?" he understood what you wanted. Another part of his services that he only gives you because you were artful enough to manipulate him into thinking that the idea was fine---that giving you his body and soul was fine.

Stephen had his utmost respect for everyone in your family because he was thankful for them to be employed in the household. Which is why he was even helping you in this part of favor that he surely could have no say about.

"Yes. Can I have you for the night?---I need you tonight,"

He gave a small smile, his fingers reaching for a couple of bluebells from behind. Completely helpless to be under your demands, "If you are in need of it, then I suppose it is fine. Will it help you sleep at night?" the latter slipped the flower behind your ear, his beam so precious with a soul valuable enough to be exploited or influenced by your manipulative ploys.

"Yes---Yes, it does. It'll keep me in deep slumber rather than sleeping like I never have slept at all,"

"---Then you can have me again if you want to---all night if you wish so,"

You've let him tuck the flower, appreciating how handsome and charming he sweetly smiled when you've taken his fingers and kissed every pad of it.

"Thank you, Stephen. You're amazing,"

"Anything for you, Miss."

There will be no place for Cassandra or any other women in his mind. You were determined to swarm his thoughts with only you---where he would worship no other woman nor let him have the desire to feel pleasure over others. From the moment he came into your lives, you've already marked him as your person when you were younger; having this toxic affection for him from the moment you've seen his sweet, seraph face. His personality and characteristics being adding more to your fixation when he was so kind to be gullible---fastening him in a physical-venereal connection that would aid to your benefit.

Stephen Colley was only yours and a puppy---your puppy that you would gladly take care of forever even if it means to be the bad guy in the house.

So, what’s cooking? LMAO. Leave feedbacks to give me power to write the second part. HA!

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wandercrss · 3 years

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‹ kathryn newton. cis woman. she/her. muse 1q. › cassandra ‘cass’ mitchell is back in rochdale for the summer. they’re currently twenty two years old and are known as the lot soul of the rioters, especially after they were constantly skipping classes and smoking during school hours. they graduated in 2017 and since then they’ve been nomadically moving from place to place working odd jobs. they decided to come back for the summer because she’s alone and secretly feels like the rioters are the only family she’s ever had. let’s hope they have the summer of their dreams! ( jess. she/her. 24. est. )

trigger warnings: death, abandonment, drug mention

full character page here

G E N E R A L

FULL NAME: cassandra elaine mitchell

NICKNAME(S): cass

TROPE: the lost soul

B A S I C S

AGE: twenty-two (22)

BIRTHDAY: november 1, 1998

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: caucasian

GENDER: cis-woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: liberal

RELIGION: atheist

OCCUPATION: moves from job to job / currently looking for something new

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

PARENTS: kristen mitchell (mother - estranged), biological father (unknown)

SIBLINGS: penelope mitchell (older half-sister - deceased)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): none.

CHILDREN: none.

CLOSEST FRIENDS: tbd.

RIVALS: tbd.

ENEMIES: tbd.

P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S

FACECLAIM: kathryn newton

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR COLOR: blonde

HEIGHT: 5′5

BODY BUILD: slim

NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: eyes

AESTHETIC/STYLE: casual (punk undertones...yes, i’m making that up)

P E R S O N A L I T Y

POSITIVE TRAITS: brave, determined, adventurous, loyal

NEGATIVE TRAITS: resentful, secretive, deceptive, isolating

TYPICAL MOOD/EXPRESSION: neutral

ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful evil

ENNEAGRAM: type eight - the challenger

MBTI: entj

HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

SKILLS: getting out of trouble, making something you’d least expect an adventure, thought-out pranks, ‘hangover cures’

HOBBIES: sketching/photography, pulling a prank on friends, smoking/drinking, more to come

FEARS/PHOBIAS: being left completely alone, losing those she loves

FAVORITES: iced coffee, burritos, thunderstorms, sunrises over sunsets

B I O G R A P H Y

cassandra elaine mitchell, mostly known as cass, was the second child born to kristen mitchell on november 1, 1998. cass’s upbringing was known to be rocky, at best. kristen was a single mother to cass and her older half-sister, penelope. cass and penelope were almost seven years apart in age, but that couldn’t get in the way of their bond.

from a young age, penelope felt very protective over cass. part of that was out of necessity. see, kristen wasn’t exactly committed to the whole mother-gig. penelope and cass weren’t apart of her plan, just byproducts of drunken one-night-stands. kristen often had trouble holding down a job and seemed more invested in finding herself a relationship to dive into. when it came to being a mother, though, she often didn’t even try. she relied on penelope a lot as the girl got older, even leaving the young child in charge for days at a time as kristen went off on another bender or to another party. penelope tried to shield cass from a lot of it, but that wasn’t an easy job.

when penelope turned 19, kristen was even more of a mess than usual. she had lost her job completely, their home was about to be repossessed, and the woman just couldn’t handle it all. so, she disappeared. packed up and left, leaving cass under penelope’s care.

it was less than ideal for a 19-year-old to now be on her own taking care of a 12-year-old child, but penelope and cass were closer than anything. they knew they could make it work. now that it was just the two of them, they didn’t have to worry about their mother coming in and screwing things up. penelope began working two jobs in town so she and cass could rent a tiny one bedroom. it was tough, but it brought penelope and cass together.

with penelope at work so often, cass was suddenly on her own more and more. it was lonely and isolating, so she decided she would find adventure for herself. cass was always an explorer. a wanderer, as penelope would often call her. she liked to dive into unknown territory, discover new things, and jump off high places just to see how it would feel. it drove penelope crazy, but it made cass feel alive.

cass always prioritized herself over school. it wasn’t that she wasn’t smart. it was that she hated the idea of being cooped up in a classroom for eight hours every day. she became known for her skill in cutting classes.

when cass was in high school, she started to make more and more friends. eventually, she found herself apart of the group known as the rioters. other than penelope, cass had never really had a family. and slowly but surely, the rioters really became to feel like one. she was their very own sarcastic, jaded, adventurous lost soul. some of her best memories ever were with the rioters.

as high school came to a close, cass had to decide what was next. most of her friends were off to exciting things, but cass didn’t have a plan. neither did penelope. but the older girl was exhausted all of the time, having spent half of her 20s just working to put a roof over their heads. so, the two decided to leave rochdale behind and actually see what else the world had to offer. after graduation, they jumped in their car and were off.

they spent many years travelling...setting up shop in small towns where they could earn some money, spending nights eating one-dollar cheeseburgers and sleeping in their car. it was far from glamorous. but it was exciting. all they needed was each other. cass would take photos, documenting their journey. they would pick up jobs in retail during the holiday season or waitress at a local diner for a few months until they decided to move on. they lived their lives month-to-month. week-to-week. minute-to-minute.

eventually, penelope felt like they should think about settling down somewhere. as much as she enjoyed the adventure with her sister, she craved stability. cass didn’t agree. this was the life she liked. nomadic. impermanent. nowhere they could hang around too long and risk getting hurt. they fought about it. weeks went by, and the two still couldn’t agree. hurtful things were said, accusations were made. cass and penelope had finally found the thing between them they just couldn’t settle.

one night, cass stormed out of their motel, having had enough of her sister. little did she know, penelope went after her. she drove around all night looking for her sister, but it was no use. penelope was starting to feel tired behind the wheel. she decided to go back to the motel, thinking perhaps cass had returned. on her way back, penelope was drifting, trying like hell to stay awake. she didn’t even realize when she had run the stop sign. then...crash.

the police were already at the motel when cass decided to head back. she found them there, lights flashing, waiting. they told her about penelope and the crash. they told her about how her sister, her person, died instantly from the impact. and that day, something inside cass broke.

as soon as she could, cass packed up her stuff and left. she was full of anger and resentment. she hated the world, but mostly, she hated herself. cass continued to travel around, now on her own. she spent a lot of time in colorado, working on a horse farm. but she couldn’t let anyone get close to her. she was incredibly lonely. after almost a year of life without penelope, cass felt herself drawn back to rochdale. for how long? she didn’t know. maybe just the summer seeing old friends would do her some good. but she was afraid to admit the truth. she needed them. the rioters. the only family she had left.

C U R R E N T L Y

cass has just come back to rochdale for the summer. she is looking forward to seeing her old friends again, but she is more than scared to admit how much she feels like she needs them. she intends to play it cool...exercising her usual bit of not letting people in. at least, not enough to see the pieces of her she keeps hidden away.

having been on the road for a long time, cass isn’t used to staying put, so she might start to feel a little restless. despite her loss, she still craves adventure and maybe even a bit of recklessness.

C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

partner in crime: i would love for there to be someone who was cass’s ride or die, her partner in crime while they were in the rioters.

on-again-off-again: cass is bad relationships, but there could have been someone she was in that classic on-again-off-again relationship with. she probably cares about them a lot, but just couldn’t let her go there.

unrequited love: come on, she would also be the type to have head a friend that was like in love with her or something, but she never knew or never wanted to admit that she knew.

frenemies: someone she bumped heads with a lot. maybe they got in each other’s way or just couldn’t stand each other.

exes (flings, hook-ups, brief relationships etc): anything like this i’m totally game for.

hateship: am i a sucker for a hateship/enemies-to-lovers trope? perHAPS

anything at all: i am truly open for anything. please don’t be afraid to ask if you think she fits something you want for your character too. i can be bad at asking for plots so please don’t hesitate to hit me up!! :)

#backhomeintro #death tw #drugs tw #abandonment tw #cass mitchell — ( intro. )#open for plots come at me !!#also i proofread 0% of this thank u

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jawsofhakkontranscript · 3 years

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Ameridan’s End: Assault the Jaws of Hakkon

(Previous quest - On Ameridan's Trail)

Main questline: Ameridan’s End: Assault the Jaws of Hakkon

This is the first part of "Ameridan's End" questline.

Characters involved: Svarah Sun-Hair, Lace Harding, Bram Kenric, Gurd Harofsen

Preparations are in place to wage assault on the Jaws of Hakkon and search for Inquisitor Ameridan.

Part 1: Speak with Svarah Sun-Hair

Svarah: When you are ready, you have our blades, Inquisitor.

Dialogue options:

Special: Hakkon connects to Ameridan. [1] (If both “Storvacker Caged” and “What Yet Lingers” have been completed.)

General: Let us begin the assault. [2]

[1] Special: Hakkon connects to Ameridan.

PC: You said that the Jaws of Hakkon first tried binding their god in mortal form hundreds of years ago?

Svarah: What of it?

PC: In our search for Inquisitor Ameridan, we learned that he came here to fight a great dragon 800 years ago… A dragon that came from the mountains with Avvar warriors to attack the lowlands.

Svarah: (Laughs.) Your last Inquisitor must have fought well to stop Hakkon himself! [3]

[3] Subsequent dialogue options:

Investigate: This is all right with you? [4]

Investigate: Does this happen often? [5]

[4] Investigate: This is all right with you?

PC: You're not bothered by the idea that our Inquisitor killed your god?

Svarah: He didn't kill him. That would have been easier. Whatever fight your Inquisitor finished, the Jaws of Hakkon started. I find no fault with a warrior defending his people. [Back to 3]

[5] Investigate: Does this happen often?

PC: Do the Avvar gods take mortal form on a regular basis?

Svarah: No. The gods belong in the land of dreams. Whether it is their wish—or some augur's—that brings them here, battle-tears will be shed. The skalds say the Lady of the Skies took mortal form when Tyrdda Bright-Ax first led the Avvar to the mountains. They say many things about Bright-Ax and the Lady. [Back to 3]

[2] General: Let us begin the assault.

PC: I'm ready to attack the Jaws of Hakkon.

Svarah: Good. They will pay the blood-price for what they have done.

(Kenric and Harding enter the Thane's hall.)

Svarah: Your skald and your scout are here. We can plan the assault.

Kenric: Oh, I like the sound of "skald." It's more dramatic than "professor."

Harding: (Coughs.)

Kenric: Yes, well. Everything we've found about Inquisitor Ameridan suggests that he never emerged from that Tevinter fortress.

Svarah: If that is where your Inquisitor defeated Hakkon, that is where the Jaws of Hakkon must perform the rite to free him. [6]

[6] Dialogue options:

General: We can stop them. [7]

General: Or hopefully not. [8]

General: We have a target. [9]

[7] General: We can stop them.

PC: Inquisitor Ameridan saved the lowlands from an Avvar invasion. We cannot do any less. [10]

[8] General: Or hopefully not.

PC: Ideally, we stop them before that. I'd rather not fight an Avvar god if we don't have to. [10]

[9] General: We have a target.

PC: Good. We know where to strike. [10]

[10] Harding: You really have no problem with us killing your god?

Svarah: Gods cannot be reborn until they die. (Laughs.) Hakkon needs a good rebirthing.

Harding: If you say so.

Svarah: With its ice-wall melted, the fortress is open to attack. We must strike soon, before our foes recover.

Harding: They're already trying. I've got most of our forces defending the shrine from Hakkonites who want to restore the wall. [11]

[11] Dialogue options:

General: We're going to take losses. [12]

General: I'm open to ideas. [13]

General: A siege seems unlikely. [14]

[12] General: We're going to take losses.

PC: The fortress was built to be defensible. It's going to cost us a lot of people to take it.

Svarah: Why? [15]

[13] General: I'm open to ideas.

PC: If anyone has suggestions, now is the time.

Svarah: What gives you fear, Inquisitor? Is this not the battle you wanted? [15]

[14] General: A siege seems unlikely.

PC: We don't have time to drag siege equipment through the forest to take down those walls.

Svarah: A siege? Bah! We have no need of rock-throwers and rams. [15]

[15] Kenric: I am no warrior, but with Lady Harding's forces defending the shrine and no way to breach the walls...?

Svarah: (Laughs.) Lowlanders. Why not climb the walls?

Harding: Your warriors can get over those walls before the Hakkonites stop them?

Svarah: This is not a war, Stone-Daughter. This is a raid. We strike at night, clad lightly. We climb the wall and open the gate from inside. [16]

[16] Dialogue options:

General: We are in your debt. [17]

General: I guess this is our plan. [18]

General: Let's move. [19]

[17] General: We are in your debt.

PC: If Stone-Bear Hold can open the gates, we would be grateful.

Svarah: The Jaws of Hakkon have been bugs in my bedroll for months, Inquisitor. We owe you thanks. [20]

[18] General: I guess this is our plan.

PC: Well, then. Unless anyone has something that sounds easier than climbing the walls...?

Svarah: I would not offer what I could not give. It will be done. Perhaps my climbers will earn themselves a legend-mark! [20]

[19] General: Let's move.

PC: Agreed. How soon can we attack?

Svarah: As soon as the sun sets, Inquisitor. This will be a good night. [20]

[20] Harding: Inquisition forces will feign weakness near the shrine. That will draw some of them away from the fortress.

Kenric: Not too many, I hope.

Svarah: Yes. Save some for us!

Harding: (Nods.)

Part 2: Assault the gate.

(The Inquisition’s soldiers and the warriors from Stone-Bear Hold gather in front of the gate of the Tevinter ruin.)

Parve: Right, Inquisitor. Hask and I will climb over.

Hask: I'll be there to catch Parve when he slips.

Parve: 'Course you will. You'll be behind me, after all.

(These two are the same Avvar men who participated in the Test of the Lady - the climbing contest used for settling disputes - that took place when the Inquisition first arrived in Stone-Bear Hold - see “Avvar Allies” main quest.)

Hask (to Parve): 'Ware the guard.

Parve: I've got him.

(The Avvar sneak ahead and start climbing over the walls of the fortress. Meanwhile, the Inquisition leads the assault from the front to distract the Hakkonites.)

Male Hakkonite: There! It's the lowlanders!

Female Hakkonite: Kill the Inquisitor! Death to her/his hold, for Hakkon's glory!

(Storvacker joins the fight.)

Party comments:

Varric: Storvacker, good to see you again!

Dorian: And we have a bear. Hooray!

Sera: Eat them, not us! Got it?

Cole: I'm happy to see you, too!

Svarah Sun-Hair: Greetings from Stone-Bear Hold, you shit-eating goat-lovers!

(The climbers continue scaling the walls.)

Parve: Watch your grip. It slips a bit.

Hask: Bah, you can't grip anything more challenging than your mother's teat.

Parve: (Grunts.) I was aiming for his throat. We'd best hurry.

Hask: Nicely done.

Parve: Be ready, Inquisitor!

(The gate is opened from the inside by the climbers from Stone-Bear Hold.)

Hask: Lady take you, goat-lovers!

Parve (to the Inquisitor): As you please, Inquisitor.

Hask: I'd not tarry. More will be coming.

(Walk through the gate and defeat the Hakkonites defending the battlements.)

Party comments:

Cassandra: The Avvar were true to their word!

Iron Bull: Nice work, Stone-Bear Hold!

Blackwall: Your Avvar friends pulled it off!

Varric: Our Avvar friends came through!

Svarah Sun-Hair: We have your back, Inquisitor! Fight well!

Part 3: Find Inquisitor Ameridan’s resting place.

(Walk towards the Tevinter ruin.)

Party comments:

Cassandra: No sign of the dragon. It must be in there.

Cole: She doesn't want to be him. He doesn't want to be chained. Tied together, wracked and raging.

Solas: The ritual must be underway. There is a great deal of magical energy coming from the bottom of the crater.

(There are ice wards in the field between the gate and the main building. If destroyed, they freeze everyone in the vicinity.)

Party comments:

Dorian: Watch the wards! We can't afford to be slowed down!

Vivienne: Watch out for the ice wards! We cannot let them slow us!

Sera: Pissing freezing magic!

Solas: Beware the wards! They will sap your strength!

(An ice ward is destroyed.)

Party comments:

Cassandra: The ward is destroyed!

Iron Bull: How do you like that, frosty?

Blackwall: That should end the wards!

Cole: You can't freeze us!

(Enter the Old Temple. The interior is covered in frost.)

Party comments:

Vivienne: This frost is magical in nature. If we do not make haste, we will freeze to death.

Cassandra: This cold is magical in origin. It will kill us if we do not hurry.

Sera: We stay here, our bits will snap off. Get moving.

Solas: The cold is magical. It will kill us if we do not hurry.

Cole: This isn't real, but it still hurts. We have to be fast.

Dorian: Even colder than usual. This is magical. We need to keep moving.

Varric: This isn't natural. We'd better hurry, unless you like freezing to death.

(Stay by the fire to warm up.)

Party comments:

Sera: Better, right? Might even keep our toes.

Iron Bull: (Grunts.) Cold's not so bad here.

Varric: The cold isn't so bad here.

Cole: Yes. False cold, but the real fire keeps it away.

(Gurd Harofsen begins the ritual.)

Party comments:

Varric: We should probably hurry. There's no good kind of crazy ritual chanting.

Vivienne: They are performing the ritual. I suggest we hurry.

Solas: We must hurry. The ritual to free the spirit of Hakkon is underway.

Dorian: Sounds like they've already started the ritual. Best hurry, then.

(Gurd chants the Song of savage Hakkon.)

Sing the song of savage Hakkon, born in battle, bloody bladed.

Wintersbreath to wrack the lowlands, cold to cut and kill the hated.

Meet the might of Mountain-Father, crush the creed of Korth the callow.

Leave the Lady lost and lonely, scour the skies of spirits sallow!

Gurd Harofsen, called the Cutter, wyvern-slayer, lowland-bane

Begs of Hakkon, bring his body bloody blessings, cold and pain!

(The chant ends.)

Party comments:

Vivienne: The barbarian is allowing himself to be possessed by Hakkon!

Solas: The Hakkonite leader is calling the spirit of Hakkon into his own body!

Varric: Harofsen's summoning Hakkon into himself!

Dorian: He's summoning Hakkon into his own body!

Cassandra: Is he insane?

Iron Bull: Who does that? That's a terrible idea!

Blackwall: He's mad!

Sera: Don't care. Stupid gets arrows.

(A dragon can be seen in the distance.)

Party comments:

Sera: There's the dragon! It's... frozen or something?

Cole: The dragon. She's stuck, still, a statue. Hakkon is angry inside her.

Varric: There's the Hakkon dragon! At least it's not moving yet.

Iron Bull: There's the dragon! Long as it holds still like that, we should be all right.

(The fight begins. Gurd continues the ritual while being protected by Hakkonites.)

Party comments:

Vivienne: Hakkon is invulnerable until we disrupt those around him!

Solas: We cannot harm Hakkon until the ritual is disrupted!

Cassandra: We must disrupt the ritual first! Then Hakkon can be harmed!

Dorian: We have to take out the others! We can't hurt Hakkon until they're out!

(Gurd summons the spirit of Hakkon into himself and transforms into a revenant.)

Gurd: Face me and die, Inquisitor! Your predecessor could not stand against me. You shall fall as well! I am the cold bite of winter! I am Hakkon reborn! Death to the lowlanders!

(The revenant casts powerful ice spells.)

Party comments:

Sera: Ranged, right? Too cold up close!

Cassandra: The cold is worse near the creature!

Blackwall: The cold gets worse the closer you are!

Iron Bull: Careful! Cold's worse up close!

(During the fight, the revenant freezes the braziers as he loses health.)

Party comments:

Vivienne: He's putting out the fires!

Varric: Watch yourself! He's putting out the fires!

Dorian: The damn thing's dousing the fires!

Solas: Be careful! He's dousing the fires!

(Next quest - Ameridan's End: Talk to Ameridan)

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kingreywrites · 4 years

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Some Kind Of Change

@riverxdoctorforever sorry, this ended up focusing on new dream wedding fluff a lot more than anticipated fgshjdsk Cassandra does come though, and I hope you’ll like it!!

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 1922

Summary: A lot of people would be appalled at this image, Eugene thinks distantly - appalled at them, taking a break from the biggest event the kingdom had known in decades, which is also coincidentally their own wedding; at Rapunzel, the Princess, sitting on the grass shoeless with a priceless white dress which could easily be stained. But what Eugene sees, instead, is the love of his life -his wife now!-, radiant precisely because she's not what people expect of her. What he sees is Rapunzel being free, and happy, and in love, and he's struck all over again by the fact that it's him she's looking at with so much fondness.

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"We've got approximately five minutes before the entire kingdom collapses because of our absence," Eugene announces jokingly after closing the door to the gardens behind them.

"Five minutes?" Rapunzel laughs, already skipping over one of the trees as the moon shines bright over them. "When did you become an optimist?"

As she says that, she reaches the tree and sits under it, her beautiful wedding dress scrunching up with the movement. A lot of people would be appalled at this image, Eugene thinks distantly - appalled at them, taking a break from the biggest event the kingdom had known in decades, which is also coincidentally their own wedding; at Rapunzel, the Princess, sitting on the grass shoeless with a priceless white dress which could easily be stained. But what Eugene sees, instead, is the love of his life -his wife now!-, radiant precisely because she's not what people expect of her. What he sees is Rapunzel being free, and happy, and in love, and he's struck all over again by the fact that it's him she's looking at with so much fondness.

When did he become an optimist, she asks?

"Probably when you first hit me with your frying pan," he says, and he can hear the overwhelming affection in his own voice. Rapunzel smiles, lighting up his life with her happiness, and he can't go sit next to her quickly enough, not caring about the state of his clothes either. She takes his hand in hers, putting her head against his shoulder, and he thinks life can't be more perfect than now.

"We're married," Rapunzel tells him breathlessly, fiddling with his ring carefully.

"We are." He looks down at her face, and sees the way her eyes are shining as she plays with his hand gently. His own eyes feel a little wet at this, because the days when he could control his emotions are long gone, and he still can't believe how terrifyingly wonderful it is to love and be loved by Rapunzel. He's her husband.

Time seems to be passing too quickly and soon, he knows they'll have to go back to the party - but for now, it feels like it's only the two of them, sitting outside with the fresh evening air, revelling in each other's company, like they will do for the rest of their lives. Yup, his eyes are definitely wet now.

"This is the best day of my life," he repeats, because he had already whispered it in her ear when they had their first dance together, and the sentiment holds true.

She snuggles closer to him, smiling, and whispers "It's mine too", only for him to hear. But he also sees the frown she lets appear for barely a second; he feels her shoulders slump fractionally against him, before she stops herself. And Eugene didn't wait to get married to understand Rapunzel more than anyone - he knows exactly what's bothering her, what she's trying to hide even now.

"Cassandra's going to be here tomorrow, Sunshine."

"Am I that obvious?" she laughs, before shifting to lay her head on his legs, gazing up to him from this new position. Gently, he fixes the crease of her dress near the collar, and takes that chance to move one rebellious strand of hair out of her face.

"I know you," he laughs, "and, don't repeat it, but I wish she had been here too."

Going by the emotion in Rapunzel's eyes, he knows she may not repeat it, but she's definitely going to paint it somewhere. To be truly honest, he can't even pretend to be annoyed - he is sad that Cass wasn't here today. They had planned everything months ago, and she had assured them she would come back a few days before the celebration. But, a week ago, a storm prevented her from taking the boat she had planned to use, and though she could still make her way to Corona thanks to Fidella, it delayed her enough that she knew she wouldn't be there on time.

Her letters -because yes, she writes to Eugene too, even if it's less often than to Rapunzel- were deeply apologetic, and Eugene has no doubt that Cassandra wishes she could be here too, that all three of them regret the circumstances. While Rapunzel doesn't want to complain, he had seen all day through these little hesitations and quickly hidden frowns how much she was missing her best friend.

"Do you think she would have enjoyed running after the cake?" he wonders aloud, trying to lighten the subject, and he manages it when Rapunzel can't contain her giggles at the idea. That was certainly a moment they won't ever forget, and that no one had anticipated.

"I'm hesitating between her catching the cake, and her standing around and laughing at you," Rapunzel finally answers, brushing out the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"You're definitely underestimating her ability to do both."

Rapunzel laughs again, and they spend the next minutes debating this scenario, before recounting the events from not even a few hours ago. They lived through practically everything together today, but hearing Rapunzel describes the day still feels inherently different from what he has experienced. He loves to see her face liven up as she talks, loves to see a blush grow on her cheeks with the cold and the excitement she can't contain.

He loves her. The word doesn't feel like enough to describe his feelings, and yet says everything essential.

Soon, they realise that they have to go back to the party. They already took so long, and Eugene is sure that his in-laws are the only reason no one has come to bother them yet, but the peace won't last and, anyway, they want to have fun and dance again - they just needed a little break. Eugene already feels more energised than before, and he's about to joke something about it, when a movement on his right distracts him. When he looks, an easily recognisable silhouette makes him smile even more than he was already.

"Looks like your last wedding gift is here, Sunshine," he says, amusement shining through his eyes and turning into a real chuckle when Rapunzel scrambles to her knees, and gets a glimpse of Cassandra - who looks just as surprised to see them here. If Eugene had to guess, he'd say she probably wanted to sneak in and change before coming to the party, and hadn't expected to find anyone in the gardens, least of all the bride and the groom themselves.

"Cass?" Rapunzel whispers, incredulity and happiness plain to see on her face.

The scene seems to be frozen for an instant, as Cassandra looks at her with as much wonder as she does, eyes softening visibly even from a distance. She lets the bag she was carrying fall to the ground, and opens her arms herself, inviting Rapunzel for a hug before she can try to ask if Cass wants one.

"Hey, Raps," is all she manages to say before Rapunzel literally pounces on her - and despite her preparation, Cassandra falls to the ground with her in her arms, both of them laughing.

Eugene gets up too, cheeks hurting from how hard he's smiling. Rapunzel's joy makes his heart flutter like nothing else ever does, and he's so glad that she's going to have exactly the wedding she wanted, with her best friend at her side too.

"A hand?" he jokes, when the hug ends and Cassandra and Rapunzel are still sitting on the ground. Cassandra raises an eyebrow, but even she can't maintain their usual game of pretend, and grabs his hand as Rapunzel jumps up by herself.

"Did you finally learn manners, Fitzherbert?" she asks without any heat, and he gasps dramatically, putting one of his hands over his heart while Rapunzel grabs the free one.

"I'm sorry, but I'm Eugene Der Sonne now." Saying it out loud always makes his heart skip a beat, and going by the way Rapunzel squeezes his hand, hers too. He didn't have to change his name, they could have found a way around the tradition, but there's something truly special in the way Rapunzel will forever be a part of his identity now - and though he spent a lot of these last years trying to reclaim Fitzherbert, he can't wait to explore this new path with Rapunzel, as her husband.

"My god are you two sappy tonight," Cassandra groans, and it's so unexpected that they all laugh.

"It's our wedding Cass, what did you expect?" Rapunzel retorts, and they begin to make their way back inside.

As they talk, Eugene takes in Cassandra's appearance - she looks tired, probably from riding all day to be there before midnight. Except for that, though, she looks… Good. Happy, in a way she hadn't been when she left. He notices a new scar near her ear, but her adventures are probably a subject for another day. Anyhow, it's a relief he didn't know he needed - he was hoping Cassandra was okay out there, but having it be a certainty feels like a weight off of his shoulders.

"Oh!" Rapunzel exclaims. "I have an outfit ready for you Cass!"

"Uh," Cassandra cringes, and Eugene knows she's looking for excuses, her hatred of dresses only inferior to her hatred of fancy ceremony dresses.

"Don't worry, it's a suit!" Rapunzel says. "If that's okay? It has little swords on the cuffs."

Of course that convinces her, and before Eugene can even realise what's happening, Rapunzel is off to find the suit, and he's alone in the hallways with Cassandra, who looks as stunned as he currently feels.

"She didn't change, did she?" Cass sighs, the gleam in her eyes betraying her true sentiments on the matter.

The thing is, Rapunzel did change, they all did. They grew, and learned, and became better people because of what they went through. But once all was said and done, once Rapunzel saw how cruel and dangerous the world could get, she still chose to see it for its beauty, letting her optimism guide and inspire others too. So she did change; and she didn't, in a way. Eugene thinks Cassandra knows that.

"I'm glad you're here," he says, giving her a light push with his shoulder, for which she glares at him as if he just killed someone.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," she snorts, pushing him back two times harder, drawing a yelp and half-hearted protestations from Eugene. "I'm only here for Rapunzel. And the cake."

"Ah! Do we have a story about that!" Eugene exclaims, and like that, they start talking about what she missed, the jokes flowing between them natural and oddly comforting. Soon, Rapunzel will be back with the outfit, and they'll have to go back to the party and explain why they disappeared for so long, but for now it feels like nothing has changed, while everything has. Perhaps that was how Eugene would describe his wedding - nothing had changed, because they had loved each other way before any ceremony tried to make it official, but everything had, from his name to the ring now adorning his finger. This is the best day of his life because he knows it's the beginning of many others that he can't wait to discover at Rapunzel's side.

His smile must have been a little too sappy again, because Cassandra makes a fake gagging noise and he has to chase her down the hall to make her regret it.

#tangled #Rapunzel #Eugene Fitzherbert #Cassandra #tangled the series

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pettyprocrastination · 4 years

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Rip Out Our Seams and Stitch Us Together

Maxwell Lord x Valerie Lord x Black!Reader

Chapter Four

Word Count:

Warnings: Angst, Val is a bit of a bitch, also poorly written smut. Oral sex (fem receiving) be gentle with me I went lite on the smut because i’ve NEVER WRITTEN THIS BEFORE.

Summary: After a long day at work you get a visit from your richest customer and learn more about the ruthless trophy wife than you’d expect.

Tag List: @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa @captainsamwlsn @readsalot73 @zeldasayer @cinewhore

Chapters: 1/2/3/4

“So what are they like?”

You raised a brow at Cassie, who you were currently walking to her car. It was something you did each night after the shop closed, you would usually stay for another hour or so but you wanted to make sure she got home safe before late. Mostly to make sure she wouldn’t wake up late for school the next day.

Cassandra was a good kid. Smart as a whip and dedicated as hell, she was saving up for college so she worked any time she was free, which was right after school every single day. You knew that eventually, you'd have to bring more people on board for the shop, but right now you had a comfortable level of close knit customers that the pair of you could handle with ease.

“Who?”

She snorted and bumped her shoulder against your arm. “You know, the Lords.”

“You tell me, you see them every time they come into the shop.” Which was true, but each time she seemed to freeze up and lose the ability to speak. Upon learning what they were actually like, the glitz and glam wore off pretty damn quickly in your opinion.

“But you get to talk to them!” She unlocked her car before clamoring in and poking her head out of the window. “Seriously though, how are they?”

You pondered for a moment before giving her a dignified response. “Dickish. Goodnight Cass!” The teenager laughed before pulling out of the parking lot and driving home, you watched until her car was out of sight before turning around and walking back to the store. The only light you had was the streetlamps passing the corner and the flickering neon signs of the twenty four hour restaurant across from you.

Until the bright headlights of a car driving right up to the sidewalk in front of your store.

There’s a brief moment of panic in your heart before you steady yourself. It’s late, you're alone, a black woman in D.C with nobody at her side, you've been in this position before and will continue to be as such. The door is only a few paces behind you, if you had to, you could turn and sprint to make it in time.

Your planning process melts away when the engine of the car turns off, the driver side door opens and a long leg wearing a red stiletto heel steps out, followed by another.

“Mrs.Lord?”

Sure enough, Valerie Lord walked up to you at ten thirty at night, heels clicking with authority against the asphalt and a smile.

She looked...off-put.

“Hello Stitches.” Maybe it was the lights of the lamps above playing tricks on you, or just your lack of sleep, but you could’ve sworn you saw a little tremble in her painted lips. “Mind if I come in?”

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“I just figured I’d pop in.” She set her purse on the counter, looking around the store before her eyes settled on you again. It seemed like she was trying very hard to be nonchalant with you and it made the entire situation seem even more off. “See how much you’ve gotten done.”

“How much I’ve gotten done?” You quirked a brow at her. Last time you saw them they spent more time arguing with each other than actually giving you feedback. “Well I’ve got a few ideas but-”

“Lovely!” She clapped her hands together and you fought the urge to cringe at her voice. It sounded too shrill, too high pitched and forced, all the other times it has been smooth, an almost husky lure, but tonight, it seemed tense.

In fact, all of her did.

Her smile was a touch too wide, you could see the strain in her cheeks, her hair mussed and face slightly raw, as if she had rubbed all her makeup off just to put it all back on. Her blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were glassy, as if she was fighting back tears.

You knew the feeling a little too well.

“Why don’t you bring those out for me and I can have a look.” She sniffled and turned her nose at you, most likely to hide the tears building in the corners of her eyes. “To make sure I’d actually wear them of course.”

“Oh, uh, yeah sure.” You turned on your heel to go into the backroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Right before the door you froze, pondering for a moment before an idea, albeit one that could easily blow up in your face, formed.

“Is something the matter?” Her voice quivered as she spoke, but she covered it with a sharp hissing tone.

“Uh, no.” You turned around and let out an awkward chuckle. “I uh, just forgot where I put the book is all, don’t worry. I remember now!” You spun on your heel to the door across from it, opening it quickly and clamoring up the stairs.

Valerie watched your form disappear up the stairs and scoffed. “I hope your sewing skills are better than your organization skills!” She heard a series of clinking and frantic footsteps coming from whatever was above your store that you were sifting through to find the design book. She took a deep breath, taking a moment to dab at the corner of her eyes.

Keep it together goddamnit. You didn’t lose it in front of Maxwell's business partners, or your own fucking son, so you certainly wouldn’t lose it in front of a seamstress with a shop smaller than your kitchen. You're Valerie fucking Lord. Act like it.

The last words rang through her head like the church bells on her wedding day, the same day they were first spoken to her by her new and oh so charming mother-in-law.

“You're about to become Valerie fucking lord.” The elder woman hissed, gripping the tearful bride’s wrist so hard Valerie feared it would break. “Act like it! Quit sniveling, smile happy for the photographers and say ‘I Do.’! It’s not that hard, my son that has to do all the heavy lifting!” The woman who somehow only came to Valerie’s shoulder but still made the psychiatrist feel two feet tall. She sneered at Valerie, with her hair perfectly done, makeup immaculate, and a designer wedding gown made to fit her body like a glove.

“If your sorry excuse of a mother was still alive she’d be appalled by what you became.”

She laid a hand on the counter to ground herself in the situation. She was here, at your shop. She’s fine, she’s fine.

Her hand came down on the smooth cover of a notebook, her plucked brows scrunched up when she realized this was the same one you had during their consultation. Another loud thunk from above her.

So what the hell were you looking for?

The stairs creaked as you walked down them, arms out and your focus solely on not dropping or spilling anything on the tray in your hands. Valerie felt her heart clench, you carried the tray over to the counter, gently setting it down. It held two cups of what seemed to be steaming hot cocoa, along with bags of marshmallows, big, small, and colored.

“What-” Her voice came out watery and weak, she cleared her throat before she spoke again. “What, the fuck is this?”

You looked up at her with a sympathetic smile. “I uh, had a rough day today.” One hand came up to hold the back of your neck. “Hot chocolate usually helps me feel better, would you like some?”

She knew you were lying. She wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself. She didn’t need your help, the useless pity of a woman who couldn’t even dream of owning half of the things she did. She was Valerie Fucking Lord.

But when she looked at the tray that you had put together, all for her, she couldn’t find the strength to say the words.

You had already begun to set a cup in front of her. “Big marshmallows or little ones?”

Valerie finally let her voice crack as she spoke.

“The little ones.”

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The pair of you drank in silence for the first few minutes. Valerie was thankful for that. Every time she tried to find her voice it would die in the back of her throat. You didn’t seem to notice, or at least you pretended not to.

“It’s got to be hard.” You answered a question she didn’t ask. Why did you do this? “Living the way you do.”

Valerie scoffed. “Oh yes it’s very hard living with a walk in closet, endless funds and a staff that waits on me hand and foot. It’s a struggle but I do survive.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Of course it isn’t. You wouldn't know how I live. Because you live like this.” Valerie waved a hand around the store. “Meanwhile I live in a house so big my husband and I can live on separate sides and not even see each other for a month! I look like this-” She gestured to the designer red dress that fit her body and had a slit up the leg before pointing to you. “Meanwhile you look like-”

Her voice vanished in her throat when she looked at you, a woman who worked for her, a black woman living on her own and making it her way in a world that didn't want her to, a woman that owed her nothing besides the service of sewing, that had extended an olive branch to her when she came to you late at night because she didn’t have anywhere else to go and she repaid you in the classic Lord way.

By being a class A bitch.

“A chick who shops at thrift stores?” You finished for her. She looked down at the mug in her hands, her thumb trailing over the cartoon hearts that danced along the brim.

“Like somebody who doesn’t have to hide.”

You laid your hand on the cool surface of the counter top instead.

Your hand released the handle of your mug to reach across the counter, so close to holding her hand in yours, feeling her smooth skin and the way it would flush under you. But you worried you would instead feel the way she would rip it from your grasp, shouting obscenities and those words at you, before promising you that her husband would hear about this.

“Just because we have different struggles doesn’t mean we don’t still go through them.” Your voice was gentle, like a wrap being laid over her shoulders that took away her tremors and shakes. It made her feel warm all over in a way she wished it didn’t. “We all get days where everything feels like it’s too much. It’s nice to have somebody in our corner when we do.”

She looked up from the mug to finally meet your gaze with a watery smile. “And here I thought I was the one with the degree in mental wellness.”

The corner of your lips tilted up and Valerie pretended not to notice the way her heart hammered in her chest. “I’m afraid I don’t know as many big words as you do Mrs.Lord, but I do know that a good cup of hot cocoa and a friend to talk to can help on a bad day.”

“Valerie.”

“What?”

Her watery smile was replaced with a confident grin. She leaned over, plucking a marshmallow from your cup and plopping it into her mouth with a wink. “My friends call me Valerie.”

There was a split second where you were frozen, simply staring at her and she wondered if she had overstepped, if she had gone too far but then a big grin grew on your face and she felt her heart pick up again.

“Valerie it is.”

“And for what it’s worth-” Her eyes ran over the rings on your fingers, to the chain on your chest with an impish smile. “-I think you look pretty good in thrift store clothes.”

“Do I now?” You settled your head in your hands and grinned at her. Valerie squeezed her thighs together at the way you smiled, preening like a prize animal under her attention.

“Good enough to eat.” She purred, you dipped your head back and laughed at her words. The moment was interrupted when another heavy noise came from above them.

“Okay, this is driving me insane.” She pointed to the door you had come through. “What in God’s name is up there!”

“Oh!” You waved a hand in the air before answering. “It’s my apartment.”

“You live above your shop?” Her eyes looked ready to shoot out of her head and you snorted.

“Well not all of us can afford a giant mansion Mrs.Lord, besides, the shop was my pop’s and when he died I took it over.” You smiled wistfully at all the memories you had in the shop growing up, as well as the tiny two room apartment you and your father lived in above it. “It just didn’t seem right to leave it.” You waved a hand through the air dismissively.

“The noises are probably from my dog.”

“You have a dog?” Valerie’s voice was a combination of fear and awe. You puffed your chest out and smiled wide.

“Sure do! Cujo is my pride and joy. He was a rescue but he’s got a heart of gold.”

Valerie stared at you for a moment.

“Cujo?”

“Yeah! You know, from Stephen King?”

She shook her head at your reference.

“Seriously!? The movie came out last year, it was phenomenal!”

Valerie scoffed. “I'm afraid I have more important things to do rather than see a movie about some dog.”

You tsked, shaking your head solemnly. “That’s a sad way to live.”

She knew you meant it as a joke but the words weighed heavy on her heart. It really was.

“Do you want to meet him?”

As you asked the question she was already slipping out of her chair and making her way to the door.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!”

Valerie never had the chance to own a dog. Her parents were always out on sets, filming movies and going from place to place for photo shoots, interviews, and premieres. A dog would fit into that life just as well as a child would.

Even though she never had a pet, she absolutely loved dogs.

Every time she went on the street and saw somebody walking a dog, there was an internal battle within her to stop herself from crouching down and petting whatever canine her eyes landed on.

“Uh fair warning though.” You unlocked the door and looked behind you at her. “He’s very big, and very affectionate. But he doesn’t bite! People just see him and get scared at first but-”

“I’m not some little girl stitches.” Valerie huffed. “I know not to run screaming from a puppy.”

You shook your head. “Whatever you say Val.”

Valerie was so struck by the nickname you gave her, she didn't even have the time to register the positively massive dog that jumped at you the moment the door opened.

“Oh hello my handsome boy!” Your voices was at least three octaves higher than she was used to. “Did you miss me! I missed you!”

The dog in question was a pit bull, a large black mass with eyes that could almost be described as gold, that jumped and butted it’s head against you.

You gripped the dog’s collar in one hand while setting the other on his rear with a little tap. “Alright settle boy, settle.” The dog plonked it’s bum onto the hardwood floor, tail wagging from side to side and it’s tongue lolled out in a happy grin. “Valerie, this is Cujo.”

Cujo looked up at her, panting and practically vibrating with energy. She looked over to you, who held such adoration in your eyes for the dog it made her own heart hurt.

“It’s okay.” Your voice was soft, gentling coaxing her forward. “You can pet him if you’d like.”

She reached out with one hand, slowly setting it atop his head and bringing it down in one smooth motion, when she pulled it back the dog turned his snout down and lurched forward, presenting his head to her in search of more pets.

“Looks like he’s got a favorite Lord.” Valerie ran her hands over his smooth fur, and even let him lick her! Oh if Max could see her now.

“That’s not a hard contest.” Valerie scoffed. “Maxwell is petrified of nearly every animal and bug in existence.”

The image alone of Cujo bounding after Maxwell in search of tummy rubs, only to see the multi-billionaire run away while shouting for help was enough to make you cackle. “Why does that not surprise me?”

“Maybe next time you all come down to get your measurements down I’ll let Cujo come say hi.” You turned to the pitbull and began talking in a baby voice again. “Hear that buddy? If you scare the funny looking business man, mama will give you a treat!”

As you spoke, Valerie flicked her eyes over the hallway that welcomed her into your home. It was lined with posters of bands she didn’t know, small mugs and souvenirs lined the bookshelf and window sills, a small quilt laid folded up on a table. The colors clashed, the theme was overbearing and cluttered, but it felt more like a home than her own house did.

But it was a home that she didn’t belong in.

“I think it’s time I head home.” Valerie turned to you and swore she saw a frown flash over your features before you nodded.

“That’s probably a good idea, it’s getting late.” You turned and pat Cujo on the head once more. “I’ll be right back buddy, will you be good for me?”

The dog let out a deep ‘boof’ as a response and you grinned.

“Atta boy!”

Maybe it was the fact that you asked her what marshmallows she wanted, or that you took the time to reach out to her instead of using that moment of weakness as leverage like anybody else would have, or the way you smiled at her when she pet your dog, or the way you preened at her compliments, but Valerie couldn’t get out of your house fast enough to escape how you made her feel.

Her heart didn’t stop beating frantically until your shop was nothing but a dot growing smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror of her car.

It was almost midnight, Alastair was no doubt asleep and Maxwell would be soon enough. Whether it be in his office passed out on a stack of papers or in his bedroom on the other side of the house, neither one would worry where she is.

She turned into the parking lot of a hotel before turning it off. She didn’t bother trying to sneak in through a back exit or pay the front desk employee off, she simply waltzed in with her head held high straight to the elevator ahead. The employee didn’t bother to welcome her, or even ask if she needed a room, they knew if they asked her anything they’d be fired the next day.

Any hotel employee in D.C knew if they saw a Lord at their establishment, they kept their mouths shut about it or else they’d end up penniless within a week.

The moment the silver doors shut behind her, Valerie fluffed her hair, wiped away any tears and adjudged any smudges on her makeup. She stared at her reflection in the compact mirror

You may have been allowed to see her moment of weakness, but nobody else would.

The elevator stopped and she snapped the compact in her hand shut.

This was her deal with Max after all. They didn’t meet their side pieces at home or in public, for the good of their name and simple respect for one another. Late night rendezvous became normal for Valerie just like quick fucks before a meeting became mundane for Maxwell.

She only knocked on the door once before it was opened wide, revealing a grinning shirtless man who was built like Adonis.

“You're late.” The man answered, the moment the door shut behind her his hands were on her, roaming her body and yanking up her skirt while his lips attached to her neck with a needy groan. “I’ve missed you so much baby.”

Robert was a model, a handsome man from the deep south who came for a fresh city start. He quickly found a job in flexing his farm-bred body and smiling pretty for the cameras. Valerie found his voice, deep grit with a southern lilt, alluring at first. But tonight it just annoyed her.

It wasn’t the voice she wanted to hear.

She pushed her way out of his grip with a scoff. “I’m a busy woman Robert, don’t expect me to come running every time you need to get your dick wet.”

The man began to unbutton his pants with a smile. “But I’m not the one who called for this little meet-up, am I honey?”

Her eyes, cold as ever narrowed into slits. Valerie laid down on the bed, not even bothering to take off her heels before pulling up the skirt of her dress and spreading her legs. “Why don’t you put that fucking mouth to use for once,-” She shot him a venomous look, plump lips bent in a frown.

“-And quit it with the fucking pet-names Robert, I’m not your high school sweetheart.”

The man shook his head. Valerie was never sweet during their trysts, but she seemed especially bitchy tonight. He didn’t make an effort to ask why, instead he simply pulled her lace panties to the side and ran his tongue along the seam of her cunt.

He looked up, already opening his mouth to make a comment on just how fucking wet she is for him, when her hands tangled in his air and shoved his face back between her legs.

“Not tonight.” She breathed out, her eyes shut and head dipped back. She gripped his hair hard enough for him to feel a sting in his scalp, but he said nothing. “Just..not tonight.”

Valerie didn’t have the time nor the patience for Robert’s frat boy peacocking tonight, to hear him boast on how ready she is for him and how she takes him so well when all his voice would do is pull her away from the images in her mind.

Instead of the short, gelled hair of a model between her fingers, it was yours. Long, soft, curls threaded in her hands as you sucked on her clit. The gentle husk of your voice coaxing praise and sweet words against her thigh, pulling away from her core to tease her legs with feather-light kisses. She’d want to complain, order you back on her, but with the sweet smile and look of adoration in your eyes it would vanish.

Would your eyes flutter shut as you slide your fingers inside her pussy while you sucked on that beloved little bundle of nerves, curling just right so that she’d cry out for you, or would you watch? Eyes open and focused solely on her as she fell from ecstasy.

It wasn’t the heavy hands of a farm boy turned coke-snorting model that gripped her plush thighs, but the slender palms of a seamstress, so used to creating beauty but now working on unraveling it. Would the cool metal of your rings bite against her flushed skin? Would you moan against her dripping core, breathe fanning out against her as you groaned out just how sweet she was?

Her hips bucked up against your mouth, thighs tightening around your head as you pulled her closer and closer to her climax. Your fingers setting an unforgiving pace inside her that she didn’t even know she needed so goddamn bad from you until you gave it to her.

“Fuck!” Her back arched like a woman possessed, toes curling as you pulled away only for a moment to coo out her name.

“That’s it Val-” You nuzzled between her thighs, the tip of your nose just brushing against her clit in a way that pushed her over the edge. “-cum for me, baby.”

The great Valerie Lord bit down on her lip as she came, so desperate to keep your name from falling off her lips that she felt her own blood on her tongue.

She laid there in a haze, tremors of the after shock slowly subsiding, a small smile grazed her lips when she felt your lips press to the inside of her thighs. But the bliss was broken when the sound of a zipper met her ears along with a cocky voice crooning out.

“I got you good, didn’t I baby?”

Her eyes shot open and sure enough, the fantasy was gone. She wasn’t finding ecstasy in the cluttered home with you between her legs, but instead laid spread open on silk sheets in a five star hotel while a dazzling super model with washboard abs in front of her.

The bottom of her Louboutin heel pressed against his bare chest, pushing him back and back until he nearly slipped off the edge of the bed.

“Not tonight.” She said simply, getting up and ignoring the slight shake in her knees as she did.

The man furrowed his brows, before turning his head and scoffing. “You know if you were anybody else I’d be offended, but I guess it’s expected from a Lord. Ain’t it?”

Valerie looked at her reflection in the mirror, swiping away the smudge of lipstick against her cheek and setting each stray hair back into place until she looked just as flawless as she did when she walked in. She didn’t bother looking at Robert as she spoke.

“If the way I fuck is so tiresome, go find somebody else cowboy, I assure you I’ll have no trouble doing the same.”

She grabbed her purse from the night stand, opening the door before freezing in the doorway. She turned to Robert with a sultry smile. “One more thing Robert baby.”

At her sweet coo, the man puffed out his chest and grinned. “What is it sugar?”

Her face fell as she plucked a cigarette from her purse and set it between her teeth as she spoke with disdain.

“Call me Val one more time and I’ll fucking ruin you.”

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