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Kinktober 2023, Day 4
The Spike In My Heart
Summary: You could smell him miles away. It was the sweetest scent you have ever breathed. It was addictive. It was a need. You needed this smell. And what you found was Cole….
Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: vampires, stalking, chase kink, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, licking, overstimulating, blood kink (?), creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.7K
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The world stopped moving. Time stood still, and all sins had been erased the second that scent dug its hole into your brain.
Obsession. There was no better way to describe it. It wasn’t close to you, but one drop of that decadent blood had set your mouth on fire. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, while you guess the notes of their blood. Man. It was definitely male.
Delicate. Like a field of wildflowers. Bees that gather pollen to create scrumptious honey that makes your mouth water. You need that blood. Already, you are craving something that you hadn’t even tasted.
Masculine. Like a man bathing in a river. The water cascading down his chest, and creating its own waterfalls. Your tongue lapping up the trail until you see his neck pulsing with his life force. You want that.
Angelic. Like a feathery soft sweetness that tickles along your skin. Creating a trail of goosebumps with every inch it touches. Airy and romantic. You desire it.
Your body won’t stop moving until you find the creature that had the most delicious notes of flavor. Stalking through the shadows until you find the smell. A smell that will forever be ingrained in your body. Your soul. A smell that…
You stop at the edge of the forest, tilting your head to the side. Your fangs retreat, and you can’t deny that was him. Your body had two heartbeats as soon as you saw his face. The almost non-existent beat of your heart, and the hard pulse in your pussy. He was beautiful. You had to admit he wasn’t who you were expecting to see.
You had gone through different scenarios on how you could make this dinner last. Had decided you were going to keep him locked up in the basement. But his cheeks sun kissed and red, deserved to be in the sun. The sun would be jealous if you ever took him away.
He is alone, which is more than you could hope because you needed a taste. But he was a bit skittish. Flinching at every little sound. It was adorable. You could chase him. You purposefully step on a branch, and the shovel he is holding drops to the ground, and he looks along the tree lines to find you. He wouldn’t see you unless you wanted him to.
His eyes hitting the light makes him that much more beautiful. He is precious. You want him. Want to protect him. Want to devour him. Even his trembling hand picking up the shovel makes you want to hold him.
Stepping on another fallen branch, he stands rigid scanning even harder, until you step in the light, “Run,” you whisper.
He might not hear it, but he understood. Dropping his shovel again, he races in the opposite direction of you. Predictable. You’d give the poor sap a head start. Sweet angel, even yelps. He smells so much better with his blood laced in fear and…that’s a new scent. He was in danger from something that wasn’t you.
It takes you seconds to catch up to him. His danger taking the fun in the chase away. His speed already slows down as he looks back at you in real fear. His pulse is off. “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to taste you.”
“That doesn’t make me — feel — better,” he comes to a halt, placing his hands on his knees, “Is there like a — pause button in — this game?”
Deep staggering breaths have him choking before he reaches in his pocket. “It’s not — a gun. I just,” an inhaler. Oh he was a sweet one. He places the mechanism in his mouth, taking a deep puff, but his eyes never stray from you. “Vampires don’t exist.”
“We don’t?” Your fangs expand over your lips as you smile at him. “What makes you think we don’t?”
“So you’re gonna chase me then eat me until I’m dead?”
“Sweetheart,” his cheeks flush back to life as the pink expands over his skin. “I don’t eat people. I suck them.”
“You know, usually sucking sounds fun, but you mean my — and not my…”
“Oh, I could suck that as well if that’s what you required. You’re too sweet to kill. I want to savor you. Nothing has ever smelled sweeter than you.”
“I’m Cole,” Cole is too trusting. He goes quiet while he lets your words marinate in his brain. “Does it hurt?”
“Not if I don’t want it to. I promise there are ways to make you feel nothing but pleasure.”
“And…how — how is that?” You take both Cole and yourself to the ground, giving him a soft little peck to his lips. Your mouth trails across his jaw, giving him the tiniest nibble. And you drag the needle sharp edge of your fang along his skin. Cole arches and whimpers. Tilting his head to the side as he fully submits to you. Allowing you to see the throb of his pulse right on his neck. But it wasn’t the only part of him throbbing.
Sitting up suddenly, you allow yourself to straddle his body. Grinding over his pelvis with a cheeky grin. “Cole, you know the best way to experience this?”
“Wh-wh-what is that?” Your lips start kissing down his body as you undo his shirt. “Can I at least get a name?”
“Call me, Vixie,” you pull apart his shirt completely, marveling at his chiseled physique. Leaning down to lick around each of his nipples.
“So…what…what makes…you know giving you my blood…easier.”
“You’re adorable. Must be why you smell so sweet. Have you not figured out what I’m trying to do?” His head barely shakes no, and you roll your hips over his swollen crotch. “How about now?”
“Uh…w-w-wait…you want to kill me?”
“No, sweetheart, I want to overstimulate you, and give you the best orgasm of your life,” a timid squeaks pops out of his mouth, and just to make sure he understands, you roll your hips again. “What’s that, sweetheart? You want that? Or you want me to just take your blood and hold you captive?”
“Yeah.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“Yes, I want…I don’t want to be a — um — captive. Oh god,” Cole’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you remove your shirt. Reaching behind you to undo your bra, and his mouth waters with need. This was going to go by too fast, but in time, Cole would be able to handle even more.
Getting to your knees, you hover over him. Undoing his pants, you pull them down with ease. Moaning when his cock breaks free, oh he is delicious. Pretty beads of precum on his tip, and even his thick vein is throbbing with need. The need to feel your walls squeeze him tight.
“Where are you going,” he whines when you stand up. But you don’t answer, just shimmy out of your pants before straddling him again. His eyes cast down your body, lingering on your cunt. He watches as you start to sink back down to your knees.
You grab the base of his cock, and he chirps. The sweetest little sound of pleasure and nerves. “Cole, I’ve only just touched you, sweetheart, are you going to be okay with me riding this pretty cock?”
“Yeah. Yes. Most definitely. Ah,” Cole soothes out as you let his tip just touch your weeping cunt. He has the longest drawn out mewl when your body takes every inch. Even your own strangled moan echoes into the wind at how well he fills you up. Giving yourself a moment to adjust, while you look at him. He is struggling.
Biting his lip, his eyes clenched close. “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m trying not to come.”
“You’re adorable,” he finally opens his eyes a bit. Peering up at you. “Cole,” you don’t even bounce over him, just give a dirty grind, and his hands grip tight onto your hips while he seethes. “I’ll keep taking you until I come, sweetie. Just relax. Enjoy the ride.”
Reaching behind you, you fondle his balls as you start undulating your hips. Letting him get used to the feeling. He is vocal, and it feeds your ego. Receptive and letting you know how good you were making him feel. All you can see is red as your vision pulses to the rhythm of his pumping blood. Giving the illusion of a bad quality home video, but it made him more beautiful. He lifts his neck up while turning his head. Showing you what really turns you on.
Hard pounding throbs that you no longer can ignore. His dick is already twitching in anticipation of coming.
Leaning over, you start to bounce over him. Taking every veiny inch of him as you sniff up his neck. His scent was mixed with something even more sweet, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to think about that. Laying your tongue flat, you lick a stripe up the sensitive column before your fangs graze over his sticky skin. His body hums in excitement. He is almost there. Almost to his grand finale. He’d hold out longer in time, but you are still going to make sure he is overstimulated.
His moans are so much closer to you, and you feel the hum of it straight to your core. Timing just when you are going to bite him. He’d never want anyone besides you after this. You would be a drug to him.
Just as his breathing hitches, and his voice goes up an octave, you pierce his skin. His taste blows up all your senses, and your vision blacks out. Your body on autopilot as his seed spurts deep into your womb. Slamming yourself over him, the two of your juices create a thick cream that coats his cock and oozes out of you.
He tastes better than you could have ever imagined. Summer rain, the breeze from hummingbird wings, the buzz of the honeybee, the warm glow of a lightning bug, and even the sweetness of wild honeysuckle. His essence drains down your throat, coating your insides. If it wasn’t for your trembling thighs, you wouldn’t even know that you had reached your own peak. It was just Cole.
Taking in a deep inhale, you lick over his punctures. Your saliva acts as a salve while you close up his wounds.
“Cole? Sweetie, can you see?” With a dopey smile, he shakes his head no. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, if you do that again.”
“I’ll make sure to do this everyday. Every hour. Whatever you want.”
“Yeah…”
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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner
Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!
Title: Smooth Hips Turner
Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
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"Is that who I think it is?"
You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.
Cole Turner.
You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.
Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.
"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.
As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.
The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.
"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."
"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.
It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.
"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.
She just blinked at him.
"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"
Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."
"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."
"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."
"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"
Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.
Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.
"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"
"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."
After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.
"You're welcome," your friend said.
You raised an eyebrow.
"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."
You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.
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Codename: Turtledove - Cole Turner One Shot
"Stay in my line of sight, Turtledove..." Eleanor hears the voice of Roxie who was the agent in charge of her detail. Ever since she graduated from college and her mother was sworn in as President of the United States, she's had a constant tail. She couldn't go anywhere alone, not even on a date. Being not only the daughter of the president, but the daughter of the first female president of a still predominantly patriarchal country made her an even bigger target. Today she donned a brunette wig just so she can walk freely through the farmer's market, and yet Roxie insisted on following along.
Eleanor sighs, looking back to see Roxie about 20 feet behind her, distracting her as she runs into someone, causing them both to fall to the ground. "Oh god..." She looks at the man in the dark blue sweater that brought out the blue in his eyes as he grunted, holding his ribs. She reaches for him but he waves her away and she feels someone pull her to her feet quickly. She already knows who it is as she is pulled away from the man. She rips her arm away, turning to glare at Roxie once more. "I'm fine! Just leave me alone!"
"Are you alright?" Cole watches the girl approach him as he stands, his chest heaving as he pulls his inhaler from his pocket. He shakes it, taking a large inhale as he holds it for a few seconds.
"I'm fine. Are you okay? I'm really sorry. I wasn't paying attention." She watches him nod, resting his hands on his hips and she chuckles. He was cute in an innocent sort of way. Tall, with broad shoulders and hands that belonged to a man that did manual labor, calloused and dirty. She clocked the obvious muscles under the sweater that she wondered were just for show as she followed him to his small stand.
"I'm okay." He began to pack stuff into his boxes as he watched her graze over the few pieces of produce that still covered the table. She seemed to have a sense of being lost about her as she sighed, grabbing a jar of honey from the box in front of him. He felt his heart catch as she dragged her large gray eyes up to his. He noticed they were accompanied by small flecks of amber near the irises as she began to blush under his gaze. "Wow..."
Eleanor froze at his sharp intake of air, his eyes locked firmly on hers and she worries that he recognizes her as he smiles. "What?!"
"Your eyes. They're beautiful. I've never seen gray eyes before..."
"Oh..." She brings her hand up to nervously play with her hair as she hands him the jar of honey. "Thanks," she manages to mumble as he digs around for a bag. "How much for the honey?"
Cole hesitates as he watches her pull her wallet from her small crossbody purse. He hands her the bag as he pushes her wallet back to her. "How about your name? I've already packed my cash box and I don't feel like looking for it."
"My name?" She asks, confused as he smiles.
"Yeah, as payment for the honey." He points to the jar as she laughs, looking down at it in her hand.
"Right... um, it's Chloe," she lies, already regretting it as soon as it falls out of her mouth. But what was she supposed to say? Hi, I'm Eleanor Waddingham, the daughter to the president and I'm wearing a wig... NO. She sighs, shaking her head as she accepts the hand he offers her with a smile.
"Cole Turner. Nice to meet you. I'm here every Friday and Saturday morning..."
"Thank you for the honey, Cole Turner. I'll see you around." She hesitates for a moment before turning to walk away as Roxie comes to walk beside her. "Ugh. Can you not walk so close? I thought the point of you guys were supposed to be hidden."
"You lied to him about your name..."
"So? Maybe I don't want him to know who I am. He's cute and kinda sweet..."
Cole stands, watching her walk away as he fights the urge to go after her when he feels his father nudge his shoulder. "She's cute. What did you say to her?"
"That I'll be here again in the morning. You think she got the hint I want her to come back? Or should I be more explicit? Mattie is always telling me I'm too explicit and that I should be more coy when talking to women. I don't know."
Cole's father, Donovan, rolls his eyes with a sigh as his son rambles. "Don't listen to your sister, son. Just be yourself. You'll never be too much for the right woman."
Cole nods, chewing on the corner of his mouth before chasing after Eleanor. He taps Eleanor's arm as her friend grabs his arm hard, flattening him onto his back on the ground with a grunt.
"Oh my god! Roxie!" Eleanor yells, pushing Roxie back as she offers her hand to Cole. "I'm so sorry, Cole. My friend is a little overprotective."
"Uh huh..." he mumbles, trying to catch his breath as he climbs to his feet. "I keep... falling for you." He smiles as she giggles at his joke, reaching out to rest her hand on his arm.
"Are you okay, Cole?"
"I'm fine..." He swallows hard as smiles up at him, causing him to lose his train of thought for a second before he chuckles, shaking his head. "I was just confirming that you understood I wanted you to come back to see me again tomorrow morning... as it's Saturday and I'll be at the stand again."
"Yeah, I got that," she confirms with a smirk as his face turns bright red and she drags her hand down his arm to his hand. "I'll be back tomorrow morning." She laughs as his smile widens, nodding slightly.
"Great... I'll see you tomorrow then."
She glances to find Roxie becoming more impatient as she sighs. "I'll see you tomorrow, Cole." She gives his hand a small squeeze before turning to motion Roxie to follow her. "How am I supposed to have a life if you're always hovering nearby, Rox?"
"I'm sorry, Turtledove. I'm just doing my job..."
Eleanor rolls her eyes as she begrudgingly follows Roxie to their car where she climbs into the backseat, holding the small jar of honey. Just once, she wanted to meet a nice, normal guy and go on a normal date without a tail...
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Puppy
Summary: You meet a clingy but sweet guy.
Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader
Warnings: clingy Cole, meet cute, fluff
“Wait, miss. You lost this,” a cute guy chases after you. He pants as he finally catches up with you. “You forgot—” he wheezes. “Phew…I ran faster than I thought.”
“Oh, my wallet,” you smile sweetly at the guy selling you a plant moments ago. “I would forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.” He laughs and hands you your wallet.
“You’re very welcome, miss. Uh-I’m Cole by the way. I sold you the plant.” He nervously babbles. “Do you want me to carry the plant to your car?”
You chuckle. It’s a small plant, and he seems a little too eager for your taste. But you hold out your hand and tell him your name. “Y/N, thank you again. No, the plant isn’t heavy, I’ve got this.”
His face falls, and his eyes sadden. Cole wrings his hands, and he struggles to find a way to invite you. “Maybe next time.”
“How can I thank you?” you try to be polite. Cole seems to be nervous around women, and a little shy. “Do you want to go for coffee? You’re invited.”
“Coffee? Now? I mean,” he flashes you a sweet smile. “Oh…okay…wait. I’ll tell Edna to watch my stall.” He runs off but stops in his tracks to look over his shoulder. “You’ll be here when I come back, right?”
“Sure. I invited you for coffee,” you playfully say. “Remember? It was like ten seconds ago.”
“I’ll be right back.” This time he runs off to talk with one of the other stall owners.
“So…uh are you single?” He walks next to you. Cole holds the coffee you bought him in a tight grip, almost crushing the cup in his hand. “Crap. I didn’t want to overstep. Sorry. I sometimes babble when I’m around a pretty woman.”
“I wouldn’t have invited you for coffee if I was taken,” you stop walking to wrap your hand around his wrist. He’s the right amount of cute and confused. Like a lost puppy and you kinda of like being the confident one for once. “How about you?”
“Free as a bird,” he rolls his eyes at his words and internally curses himself. If he messes this spontaneous date up, he will kick his own ass. “I’m single.” Cole hastily adds. “What brings you here, Y/N?”
“I wanted to buy a plant,” you joke, “and honey.”
Cole smiles widely. His heart flutters a little when you look up at him.
“Shoot, look at the time. I got to go. I need to check on a few e-mails and call my boss.”
He sighs and nods. Somewhere between walking to the coffee shop and going for a walk, he messed things up again.
“That was nice, though,” you lick your lips. “We should do this again. Maybe next time we can have lunch together, or brunch. I don’t know what the kids these days do on their second date.”
Cole furrows his brows. His eyes light up and he grins. “I could invite you for dinner or cook for you. Maybe we can have lunch and coffee… or a walk in the park. I know a perfect spot.”
“Cole,” you place your hand on his chest and look up at him, “relax. You’ve got ten out of ten. I want to see you again, so…relax.” You stand on tiptoes to peck his lips. “Just you know, I don’t kiss a guy on a first date.”
He nods and swallows thickly when you grab his phone to save your number. “I can bring a new plant to our next date.”
“Just bring you,” you cup the back of his neck to bring Cole down for a kiss. “That will be enough…”
“Hey it’s me…uh Cole. I called to ask if we wanted to meet at six or seven. Call me if you have time.”
You checked on your mailbox only to find you missed ten calls from Cole.
You sigh deeply.
Cole is a sweet guy, and you liked him from the beginning, but this is a little much.
It’s been barely two days since you met and he won't stop calling and sending messages.
“Hey, it’s me again…Cole.”
The last message almost sounds desperate.
“I didn’t want to scare you off. I’m sorry. Fuck…I always mess things up. I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”
You are about to delete all of his messages and forget about Cole. He’s a little too clingy for your taste.
Your finger hovers over the button, ready to block Cole but your eyes land on the plant, and you change your mind.
Instead of deleting his number, you call him back. He deserves a second chance.
Cole immediately answers the phone, making you chuckle.
“Hi, sorry. I couldn’t take your calls. I thought about cooking tonight. I have the rest of the week off and wanted to ask if you have time to join me for dinner tonight.”
He tells you that he'll be there. Of course, he does. Cole waited two days for you to answer his calls or messages.
Cole may be a lost puppy, but he’s your puppy and you won’t let him slip through your fingers.
You always had a thing for sweet guys…
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series in progress •
Evans: requests open
⇢ A Dog's Best Friend ☆ (possible series) Dodger meets his best friend at a dog park whose owner happens to be the most beautiful person Chris has ever seen.
Andy Barber: requests open
Steve Rogers: requests open
⇢ Bloodlines and Boundaries ☆☙• You gave up everything for a normal life; your inheritance, your friends, your family. Was it enough to truly separate you from the dramatics of the mafia families littering New York's skyline?
Lloyd Hanson: requests open
Cole Turner: requests open
Ransom Drysdale: requests open
Ari Levinson: requests open
Johnny Storm: requests open
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Speedrunning
It's a secret santa gift for @fandomsareforlife. Happy holidays!
A couple missing scenes, drabbles and possible interactions between Griffin Turner and other Elemental Masters. This is a little all over the place, but I hope you'll enjoy it :)
Also on Ao3
Being around other people for a long amount of time could get really annoying when all the conversations seemed to drag on for far longer than Griffin logically knew they had. Talking with his Ma was an exception, at least growing up; nowdays, even she began to slow down.
But there was something worse than getting a little annoyed, and that was being bored of course. So when one fateful day Griffin received an invitation to competition for elemental masters, for people just like him, he didn't need to think twice. Or even once, for the matter. More like half, the other half too thrilled for upcoming event to think properly.
With a ticket to Ninjago City in hand, the master of speed suddenly felt like his life was going to change forever. He shrived excitingly.
The room was pretty spacious, bigger than any he ever had. And it was amazing! He could zoom around without bumping into furniture, watch anything he wanted on the big flat-screen on the wall, bathe in the ridiculously oversized bathtub or eat all the snacks prepared on the table.
It even got posters of his favourite band on the wall!
Okay. That was a tad concerning.
He was chilling on the bed when suddenly an intercom on the wall sprung to life with Chen's voice.
<Ding ding dong>
<Fellow fighters, hidden around my island are enough Jade Blades for every participant except for one. The one who returns to the Palace Arena empty-handed loses. The tournament begins... now!>
A little confused, Griffin looked at the device. Right now? Just like that? Maybe if he was lucky there is already one in this room... Nah, that would be too convenient.
Not wasting more time, he jumped straight into the corridor leading to staircases. Right in the middle of a brawl between three other masters. Urgh.
He threw his punches blindly until he heard satisfying growl of pain. Stepping back, he finally took in his opponents. Gravity, mind, light, sound; not the most offensive powers but it didn't matter if he couldn't locate a blade in time. He threw his eyes around, cursing his poor eyesight. These four had to be fighting for something!
There! Someone in dark clothes was walking down the stairs, barely shuffling forward, where just a floor below- A jade blade in the vase!
Grinning, he threw his opponent away and rushed downstairs before - What was his name again? Eh, nevermind. - earth guy made a grab for it.
"Ha! Too slow, rocky boy!" Griffin giggled, easily outrunning him. The ninja looked so pissed of! Serves him right for not taking the competition seriously!
He raced toward the main lobby and put his jade blade in assigned place on the central statue. Looking around, Griffin noticed with satisfaction that he seemed to be the first. Hell yeah, baby!
With time other masters filled the room. Orange one, gravity, Jacob, shadow, purple one, lightning, Garmadon brat, Ash, Tox, shadow, mind, nature...
One blade appeared out of thin air, startling him. So Mr. Pale passed as well. No surprise here.
He couldn't help but whistle when earth master staggered inside, clutching his stomach with one hand but with a blade raised in the other. Honestly, he didn't know what that said about the other contestants that that guy wasn't last.
Just one remaining.
And then, when he thought he was going to die from boredom already, the doors opened and metal master proudly strode in. Finally! He joined in the cheers that quickly turned to confusion when one of big guy's gauntlets suddenly fell on the floor, the last jade blade falling with it. Unseen until this point, fire ninja jump out from behind Karloff's back, grabbed the blade and run towards the statue with a self-satisfied smirk. And a screwdriver.
Well, he'll be damned! Griffin didn't expect dirty tricks this early in the game, but he could respect the drive. At least until it wasn't directed at him.
Karloff, who retrieved his weapon already, slumped and whined something about fairness.
Fairness? Come on! They were there to show of, not to philosophize. Really, some people...
Griffin yelped when the floor opened under Karloff, who ended up falling in with a scream. What was that?
"As you can see, lose and you are out. Break any rule, you are out. Never bite the hand that feeds you Master Chen delicious noodle!" Chen announced. "Now rest up. Tomorrow the tournament will recommence."
On the way to his room Griffin had time to recollect himself. Looking with a clear mind, leaving the competition via trapdoor shouldn't have been as shocking. Everything Chen did so far was flashy and almost theatrical; it's only logical that he had something special prepared for the loser.
What happened to him after though?
He shrugged it off. Most likely it was nothing to worry about; probably the worst that awaited Karloff was being a little battered from the fall, getting laughed at by the stuff and being thrown of the island in a shitty boat. Chen was a pretty influential man, but even he couldn't get away with disappearing over a dozen people.
Besides, he thought as he settled under the bedsheets, today was the most fun he had in a while!
-
Well that kind of sucked.
Griffin turned on his bed. If you could even call that stiff board with a shoddy blanket thrown on a bed. He sighed, thinking back to the nice, warm, soft pillows in his room.
Stupid bed, stupid Chen, stupid competition and, most of all, stupid ninja! If they didn't want to fight against each other, why did they enter Crush Everybody Else And Win Tournament! It's not like they were forced to be here!
And now they were all paying for their stupidity and bleeding hearts. Sure, it was Chen who changed the matches at the last moment, but they should have expected something like this would happen sooner or later. Were they this stupid?
(He needed to stay angry. Staying angry was easier than thinking back about how desperate earth and lightning ninja looked during the battle. How much Chen controlled everything like it was his own private playground. How devastated the winner was, as if losing meant something more than dropping out of a competition. It was easier than remembering their screams of anguish.)
He turned over. Stupid ninja.
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"I can't believe you actually fell for their bullshit. You don't look all that smart, but that's just another low."
Griffin felt his hand itching to punch Shade in the face. He took a calming breath.
"You heard what the ninja were talking, it all kind of makes sense. Chen clearly has it out for them; maybe they are telling the truth and they did discover something he doesn't want anyone to know!"
Shade rolled his eyes.
"Sure, and they conveniently didn't tell us that until one of them was in a major trouble during the competition."
The worst part was, Griffin did agree a little. The timing was suspicious; it was clear ninja would have held their distance even longer if the deck wasn't so stacked against them. But even then...
("We don't have to keep fighting each other," Green ninja said with an unprecedented confidence. "We can all win.")
The brat really has a way of making me want to proof him right.
"Why can't you just believe that there is something stinky going on here? It reeks!"
"'Kind of makes sense', 'maybe', 'just believe it', do you even hear yourself? Their story has more holes than a plate full of cheese!" Shade looked almost angry at this point. "If anything reeks here, it's them; from the beginning they acted like they were better than us and now suddenly they want to team up? For me it just looks like they realized Chen wasn't going to let them play their way so now they are trying to make the rest of us give up."
"Neuro confirmed that they were telling the truth about the spell. Doesn't that mean anything?"
"Ah yeah, the spell. The one that he learned about from Clause's mind but, again very conveniently, doesn't know what it's for." Shade crossed his arms. "If you are fine with being strung along and getting tied up in someone's scheme, be my guest. But keep me out of it." He turned around and gave Griffin a nasty side-eye on his way off. "I came here to win. I'm not going to give that up just because the rest of you lack any common sense."
Griffin stood there even after the other disappeared behind closed doors, fists clenched in anger. He wasn't a fool for believing ninja, Shade just... couldn't see a full picture. That's all.
With a sigh he finally relaxed his grip and let his hands fall to the sides. He probably should get going, the next meeting would be in a few minutes.
When will all this shitshow be over?
-
For the record, Griffin hated asking people for favours. Which was exactly why he was still standing outside the shop for longer than it took him to get there in the first place.
It was stupid idea anyway. Nobody spotted him yet, there was still time to turn back and leave. Yeah, he could just...
He groaned and hid his face in his hands. What was he doing? He was an adult, that's some middle school level thinking. Just ring a damn bell!
Griffin sighed and finally pressed the button. Then waited. Then pressed again and again, until he heard an annoyed voice from inside the building.
"Coming, coming, jeez! Don't you see the sign, we're closed- Oh, it's you." It seemed Cole was the one send to open the door. "Uh, hi?"
"Hey man, it's been a while! I would have called buuut, turns out we didn't actually swapped numbers after the Chen thing? And I heard you had quite an uproar recently."
Cole made a face.
"Don't even remind me. Lloyd's still has trouble sleeping..." He shook his head. "Anyway, come in I guess? Want something? Coffee, tea? Something to eat?"
"Thanks but I won't be long. Is Jay around? I actually came to talk with him."
"With Jay? Yeah, he's upstairs. Sit here, I'll come get him."
Griffin plopped down on the sofa Cole pointed and waited, eyes wandering over inside decorations. Not bad, but why did they had to have so many snakes?
He looked up upon hearing a patter of footsteps on wooden floor and was met with annoyed look on the lighting ninja face. He was probably pulled away from something.
"What do you want?" he started unceremoniously.
Griffin rolled his eyes and patted empty space next to him.
"Don't look at me like that, it's going to be quick, I promise."
Jay took a seat. "So?"
"Okay, here's a thing. Remember those anacondrai warriors? How they totally beat all of us, powers or not?"
"Well, they were hard to forget." Jay shivered. "But what does it have to do with anything?"
Griffin played with his thumbs for a few moments, silence slowly growing awkward.
"It's embarrassing," he finally said. "I know i could do better. They weren't as fast as me, just really really fast. I've never fought someone like that so I just... kind of froze when one managed to grab me. Like, no one ever did before! I didn't know what to do! So... yeah." He stepped from side to side. "I have an idea how to work on that. Will you help me?"
Jay winced, no doubt also remembering how close that fight was.
"I get it man, I do. But what do you want from me? You don't even like me! Why would ask me for help?"
"I think you're pretty annoying and obnoxious, that's not the same!" The ninja puffed up like an angry bird. Kind of cute. "Besides, you guys and your spinning stuff is like, the closest thing to my speed I can find that won't kill me! Probably." He pointed finger guns at Jay, who looked more red by a second. "Aaaand, you can throw lighting at me! So I can learn to dodge at high speed." Damn, he looks mad. Urgh, he didn't plan to vex him, that's no good. "And you can train with somebody who doesn't need to run in circles to keep up with your kicks, it's a win-win!"
"Ex-cuse me? Like I would need training to deal with someone like you! But fine, I guess I can make some space in my extremely busy schedule." Jay pulled out a notebook from one of his many pockets and skimmed through it. For what Griffin could see from here, all pages were completely blank. "Thursdays after 15 sounds good?"
"Sure does! Thanks dude!" He pumped his fist up in the air. "See you then!"
And before Jay could say another thing, he sped out, giggling slightly. Mission accomplished!
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“And that’s why I don’t use coriander anymore.”
Griffin almost spitted out the drink. He snapped his head around, looking for the source of the scandalous declaration. Finally, his eyes landed on Zane, in the middle of some casual talk with Neuro, Tox and Pale.
He chugged the rest of his soda and run towards them.
"Hey hey, what's going on here? I was summoned by the heresy of the highest order."
They all looked at him confused. Griffin let out a big sigh. Humanity truly was doomed.
"What do you mean you don't use coriander? That's like, the coolest spice!"
Zane eyed him incredulously.
"It does have interesting taste, I'll give you that, but you can't be serious. It goes well with almost nothing, not to mention that the aroma is so intense it can ruin entire meal!"
"You can't be serious!" Griffin started gesticulating. "It goes well with so many things, like soups or cooked vegetables or cheese-"
The argument went on, Zane shooting down most of his arguments, but Griffin found out he hardly minded. It quickly became clear the other was almost as passionate about cooking as he was. It was fun!
"I can't imagine not adding a couple of leaves to dinner."
“If you can’t even phantom enjoying a nice meal with a balanced taste palette then I really don’t see how that’s my problem.”
"Listen, I don't care how much you don't like coriander, there is no good curry without-"
"Guys? Guys! Can you slow down a little?!"
He blinked a few times before the comically slow sentence made sense in his head.
"What are you talking about?"
"That's my line!" Tox gestured between Griffin and Zane. " You were blabbering so fast my ears started bleeding." What?"I think even Jay wouldn't keep up!"
Zane let out a short chuckle.
"Ah, we must have gotten ahead of ourselves. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make your all feel excluded from the conservation."
Ah. So that's what happened, no wonder talking seemed more fluid than normal. Oooops.
"Yeah, sorry guys. But," He turned to Zane. "we have to hang out more. That was the funniest talk I had in ages! Even if your taste in spices is goddamn awful."
White ninja smiled at him
"Sure, I also enjoyed this. But if you are trying to tell me my spices are atrocious when yours-"
Griffin felt the grin forming as all people around them groaned.
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"Bullshit."
"I'm just saying; your powers are kinda redundant. I could get anywhere at least as fast as you."
Griffin stuffed the desire to just go and punch Shade through the wall, if only to wipe off his shit-eating smirk.
"That's not the same, you can't even interact with stuff on the way!"
Shade let out exaggerated regretful sigh.
"Ah, you're right. I just can appear practically anywhere I want to without anything stopping me on the way." He looked up at Griffin. "I guess running pretty fast is so much cooler."
Aurgh, you little-
"Race me then jackass."
Shade raised his brow.
"Excuse me?"
"You, me, right here and now. Let's see how 'redundant' my powers are after I kick your butt!" He leaned over the other man. "Or are you all bark and no bite?"
Shade's eyes sparked.
"Bring it on."
Of course it couldn't be exactly right here and now, but nevertheless it didn't take long to organize the race track and some cheerleaders- I mean, spectators and objective judges.
With a few minor setbacks.
("Hey, will you be our referee?"
Jacob turned to him with an expression of pure disbelief. Shade facepalmed.)
But otherwise everything was ready.
Griffin was stretching on the start line, eyeing Shade by his right. Noticing the staring, master of shadows send him another shitty grin.
"Good luck, speedy."
"Eat my dust."
"Guys, everything's ready!" Ash shouted from the side. "Remember, the first one on the finish line wins! No tech, only powers allowed!
Ready!
Set!
Go!"
The last sound didn't even end and Griffin was already rushing forward. Of course he would win, but no point in giving Shade extra time at the start!
Speaking of the man... He glanced around before spotting him.
Griffin gritted his teeth. His opponent was off to the great start too, but unlike him, he didn't need to worry about uneven terrain and sidelining obstacles on the way. So while Griffin had to more or less follow the beaten path, the other could pretty much ignore twists and turns of the road and just jump from shadow to shadow.
He gritted his teeth and picked up the speed. He's not going to lose at his own special thing!
Left, right, jump, jump, right, higher, faster, go go go!
Shifting between rocks and trees, they finally arrived at the last part: the finish line was on the other side of a lake surrounded by rocky hills. Griffin tried to spot the other man again.
Shade waved at him from the top of the mountain.
That little-
Wait, the lake! Maybe instead of running around it, he could run through it!
With that in mind, he braced himself and took a sudden turn. With a side-eye he barely managed to catch Shade's surprised face but it boosted him enough that even when cold water uncomfortably surrounded his ankles, he sped forward, cackling on the wind.
He began to regret it about ten seconds later; his sneakers were not waterproof. His heart skipped a bit when he almost tripped on a floating branch. But even after he managed to compose himself, before water remembered people were not supposed to be running on it, he could already feel his strength sapping away. There was a reason why he usually didn't try that trick.
The finish line was so close! Just a few more seconds!
He slipped.
Griffin took a sharp breath when his foot broke the surface, landing on a muddy bottom and staggered a few more steps before picking up the speed again. Water was slowing him down but he still rushed forward.
With the last burst of power he hurried on the shore and arrived at the finish line a few feet away. Distantly, Griffin registered muted cheers coming from the sides.
Panting and wheezing, he looked back. Shade just crossed the line, significantly more red than gray this time. Despite the air barely making its way to his lungs, Griffin couldn't help but laugh at the face he was making.
"Who's redundant now?"
Shade puffed further and shuffled closer.
Then pushed him in the water.
Griffin, very pointedly, did not screech and did not scramble around and shudder like a wet cat. Did not.
Hunched over, he heard a strange sound, something between choking and gargling. But when he looked up, his eyes widened. Shade was laughing. He... hadn't heard him laugh before. Griffin was so dumbfounded that for a moment he didn't notice the outstretched hand before him. He grabbed it and let Shade help him up. Still choking a little, master of shadows finally answered.
"Yeah, you were right, whatever. I'm not going to apologize for pushing you in, you looked like you needed a cooldown." He shook his head. "But I take back what I said earlier. You beat my butt alright."
"Well, that was one hell of a show! And both of you look like shit now."
Griffin turned around as Skylor and a few others made their way closer. She smiled at them.
"I bet you burned a lot of energy. If you're hungry we can get something to eat."
He suddenly realized that yeah, he was starving.
"I vote pizza!" Jacob shouted.
"Karloff says barbecue."
"Sushi!" screamed Ash.
"Well, does anyone have cash on them? I think you forgot where we can eat for free-"
"Sky-gal, I love you, but we can't just eat noodles every-freaking-time we meet," Tox argued. "We need some diversity!"
Shade raised his hand.
"Two for pizza!"
Griffin laughed and joined him.
"Make it three!"
#my stufff#katsu writes#secret santa#ninjago#griffin turner#elemental masters#zane julien#jay walker#cole brookstone#shade ninjago#skylor#tox ninjago#ash ninjago#fanfiction#fanfic#ninjago fanfiction
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Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Charmed (TV 1998)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Phoebe Halliwell/Cole Turner, Piper Halliwell/Leo Wyatt
Characters: Phoebe Halliwell, Cole Turner (Charmed 1998), Piper Halliwell, Paige Matthews
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Phoebe and Cole end up together
Summary:
When Piper is stuck with Cole in Limbo he tells her the real reason he wants to help her.
Cole rushed through the door and froze at the sight in front of him. In a white wooden crib lay a small swaddled up baby, fast asleep as the Angels of Destiny had promised.
#charmed#charmed 1998#phoebe x cole#phole#cole x phoebe#cole turner#phoebe halliwell#phoebe halliwell x cole turner#fan fic#fanfic
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Training Session
This is a little 400~ word drabble inspired by that ol’ episode where Cole and Phoebe are training to prepare for the Source and she's not 100% in it.
Very steamy LOL & Cole is v dominant in this
Kink warning - male dom, teasing, choking, implied orgasm denial, maybe a bit of degradation(?), name calling,
Is this what you wanted? What you basically begged for as you decided to disregard our training?
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“Tell me how happy you are with my cock inside you, sweet girl.”
Phoebe couldn’t summon her own voice to response in such an elated state but her pussy to squeezed around his cock as the words left Cole's lips. “Fucking tell me” he demanded in a growl. He loved being inside her just as much as she loved it. Every time he felt her move back against him to take it deeper, every time her breath choked up in her throat, every time her thighs shook so much that she couldn’t hold her beautiful ass up. Nothing compares to how she felt.
Phoebe’s body tinged with ecstasy and she had to try harder than she would like to admit to utter a word while Cole stroked every inch of her walls. She panted almost adorably as she began to comply with Cole’s command.
“Cole please… I - I’m so happy baby. Thank you for fucking me.”
“So polite when I give you what you desire” he leaned forward, chest pressed against her arched back. She didn't notice when his left hand changed from gripping her hip to cupping her throat and applying deliciously dangerous pressure. He straightened back up, keeping Phoebe against him still, all while stroking the same deep and slow pace, driving her mad with desire. She shook her ass on his length as much as her position would allow in an attempt to control the pace but Cole wasn't being that generous.
“We’re going to take it slow babygirl. Just slow enough for me to enjoy every square inch of your sexy body while you enjoy how much I fill you up.' He follows his statement with small kisses peppering her right shoulder, down her arm, and back up before nuzzling her cheek. “Don’t wanna spoil you too much and let you cum when you want to.” His devious chuckle resounds in her ear and she shudders. This was all she wanted; time with Cole to be intimate and love struck and ravenous for each other.
He adjusts his hand to turn her chin toward him for a kiss, savoring the taste of her mouth and touch of her tongue against his. "So perfect, Phoebe." He said it so quietly she isn't sure it was meant for her to hear.
"Now lay down flat on your stomach and let me fuck you just the way you love it."
#smut#charmed smut#cole turner#phoebe halliwell#fanfic#phoebe x cole#cole x phoebe#phoebe smut#phoebe x cole smut#charmed#so uhhhh yeah#just a little drabble to get the creative juices flowing#its the first thing ive written in years so i hope its not too bad
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Cole brushed a gentle kiss against her forehead. It was a sweet gesture. One that warmed her heart and eased her worries. She didn’t know what troubles they would face tomorrow but right here in this moment everything was good.
#Charmed#charmed fanfiction#fanfiction#Cole Turner#Phoebe Halliwell#Phoebe and Cole#cole and phoebe#cole x phoebe#Phoebe x Cole#drabble#fanfic#My writing
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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 15
Summary: You and Cole reconnect, and everybody finds out
Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, sucking, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, cum play, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 7.7K
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Cole looks into the back seat of your car, watching Waylon kick his feet around while looking out the door, singing some song at the top of his lungs, holding onto his chest for a dramatic effect. Pointing at the road when he stops to look at Cole. “We go daddy’s, shh,” and returns to singing again when Cole looks at you.
“He started to come here with me. I thought it made him get closer to you in some way. He’d sit and play with his toys, while I gave you an update on our life. I’d tell him we were going to daddy’s, and that this was a secret.”
“He’s got toys there?” You nod your head, pulling into the driveway, “Where?”
“The spare bedroom closet. Cleaning takes a long time. He needed something to do.”
“No one was even living here. Why?”
“I wanted to be where…either he was made right here in this house, or in Charleston. Being here made me feel close to you. To us,” Waylon gives you a big smile when you open his door. His fingers going to his mouth, and his feet wiggle around. You still hadn’t gotten over just how much you loved this little tyke.
Giving him a few tickles before unbuckling Waylon, and sitting him on the ground, letting him stomp up to the house, “Mama, baf?”
“Bath first? You sure?”
“No pay,” he gives the door a knock, smiling at Cole, “Daddy not home.”
“Bee,” Cole sighs, grabbing Waylon’s diaper bag for you. “This is breaking my heart. It’s like, he knows, but doesn’t,” you open the door up and Waylon sprints in towards the bedroom, dragging in a box of toys to the living room, and the two of you sit down watching him.
“He can entertain himself. He doesn’t understand. He knows I told him his daddy was Cole.”
“Wayton Toe,” Waylon sings, dancing around with some magnetic blocks.
“But he doesn’t know you. This was our secret.”
“Shh. No Papaw Daddy.”
“Your dad gets everything,” Cole crawls into the floor with Waylon, and your son gets up, and sits in his lap. “He got this life, and now he’s getting my son.”
“No. Nobody asked him to call my dad that. It just happened after I started to bring Waylon here. He hears about a daddy, and what a good man you were, and how much you love him, and his little brain put it together that what I was describing was his Papaw, and I call him dad.”
“Papaw Daddy. Wayton Toe. Toe Wiggle!”
“I just missed everything. And mom.”
“She wasn’t here. I went to the mansion several times while I was pregnant, and even when Waylon was a little baby.”
“She just came back. She would have sooner,” Cole lifts a hand, starting to play with Waylon’s hair, before looking over at you, “Bee, I’m sorry.”
“Bee, my mama.”
“He has a habit of repeating things,” you giggle, and Waylon points a finger towards you, scrunching his face up, until you return the gesture. Pointing your own finger at him before he nods and returns to his toys.
“I should have just come back. I should have made myself see you, I just…I felt that you didn’t write back because you didn’t want to see me.”
“Cole.”
“Wayton Toe!” Waylon holds up a toy, waving it around excitedly, until he gets up, wandering back into the spare bedroom.
“We’re working on potty training. He won’t pee pee or poo poo in front of anyone.”
“Mama shhh!”
“What I was saying,” you start, gathering up some clean clothes, figuring it’s time to just give him his bath. He was fed, and using the bathroom, all he lacked was a bath and he would pass out. “We can’t go back. There’s no point. I would like to know what happened to the letters, and if you even wrote the address right, but…I want the right now. That is our son. We made him, and I don’t want you to miss anymore of his life.”
“The tests?”
“I don't know what was going on with the tests. That weird period that didn’t last long was probably implantation bleeding. I never got a positive test. I could hear his heartbeat, and see this little bean in my belly, and I still got a negative test. But that baby boy, he’s ours. He’s perfect in every way, and he’s ours. Made out of pure love. Because every moment with you, even when we weren’t being careful, we wanted this. Cole, we were dumb for a reason. I know you tracked my periods, but we were dumb. We knew the consequences of unprotected sex, but he is my everything. He is the reason I am still here. And now, our beautiful boy needs his butt wiped, and a bath.”
You leave Cole to think about what you said, while you gather up Waylon. Wiping him clean when his naked butt runs out of the bedroom, and into the bathroom. Grunting as he pulls himself into the bathtub before Cole ever joins you. He never bothered to come into the bathroom. And it was set up for Waylon. Baby shampoo, water toys, a whale on the faucet, and even lotion. You had made your special visits here with Waylon as much for him as you. He leaves the bathroom a moment, wandering around to take everything in.
At first glance it was as if everything was the same, but closer inspection showed bits of Waylon everywhere. A picture of you holding him for the first time and a recent one of Waylon climbing up on the tractor. A little blue handprint on the side of the fridge. The cabinet was stocked with snacks for him, and juice in the fridge.
Walking upstairs, he sees a box under the bed, and pulls it out slowly, opening it up to find pictures of you. Some had Waylon in them, and some were definitely meant for his eyes only. Various poses and undress. He smiles looking at the odd mix of photos when he hears the sweetest giggles coming from the bathroom. He lays back on the bed just listening to the two of you.
Waylon had a fit of belly laughs that he was struggling to control, while you were calling him a silly boy. He wipes the tears streaming down his face, remembering how this is the sounds he wanted to fill in this small house. It was a starter home for sure, but that sound was everything to him. Splashes and more giggles echo up to the loft, and Cole has to take a minute to commit it to memory. The two of you becoming his favorite thing to hear.
Walking down the hallway to see you leaning over the tub scrubbing your giggly boy. “Toe Wiggle!” Waylon points over towards his daddy, and then looks at you, “Toe Wiggle, my daddy?”
“Yes, baby. Cole is your daddy,” you look back at Cole with a tearful smile, and Waylon gives him a toothy grin. Seeing his little brain trying to process that Cole was the man you had talked about, and that his daddy was finally home.
“Hey, daddy.”
“Hey, baby.”
“Hehe, mama’s baby.”
“Can mama share you with daddy?” Cole sits down beside you, reaching over to pet Waylon's face again. As if he had to constantly make sure that Waylon was real, and that he had a son.
“Sh-sh-…”
“Share, baby.”
“Shawe wif daddy,” he gives a solid head nod, reaching his own hand towards Cole. “Nosh,” he points at his nose, giving it a squeeze. “Eees,” he points at his eyes, and then back down to his mouth. “Muf. Kiss.”
“Waylon.”
“Kiss mama!”
Cole looks towards you, and you lean into him, pressing a soft peck on his mouth, but it lingers. If you didn’t have a toddler for an audience, you knew things would escalate up immediately. So much time had passed, so many things had happened, but with that kiss, it told you that nothing that mattered between you and him had changed. You felt every emotion.
“See, hehe,” Waylon giggles, and slaps softly at Cole’s hand. “Top. My mama.”
“Okay,” Cole whispers, looking back towards his son. “Now what?”
“Seep. Me yike seep. Mama uice?”
“Daddy, will you get him a sippy cup, and fill it halfway with juice and half water?” That name now had a different connotation with Cole. He was a father now, and you wanted Waylon to start calling him daddy. It was the best way to get him used to that.
“No.”
“Yes, juice and water. Your naked butt needs to get dressed, and daddy can read your book before you take a nap,” Waylon gives you a pout, and looks towards Cole. “Don’t let him trick you, daddy, he’s got puppy dog eyes.”
“No, fun. Daddy uice.”
“You’re going to get daddy in trouble, little man,” Cole leaves the two of you, knowing it was best for him to just follow your wishes, and mix the two, and you lift your sweet faced angel out of the tub. Circling a towel around him, and head into the spare bedroom. Dropping him down on the bed when you softly dry him off, and add a diaper before slowly putting his lotion on. Rubbing it in like a massage while his eyes get heavier. “Shh,” your voice is so soft, and Waylon’s blinks last longer and longer.
You let him crawl up onto his pillow, and he taps on the bed for both you and Cole. Waiting for his dad to give him a sippy cup, before he fully closes his eyes. Holding on to your hand, when you point at the book beside the bed. “That’s his favorite. He’ll be snoring before page two.”
“No nore,” Waylon pulls the cup out of his mouth long enough, handing it up to you when he rolls towards Cole, snuggling into his side when his dad’s deep voice reads the entire book, and just like you had promised, before page two, he was snoring. You reach down to the bed, covering his body up, and look up at Cole who was only staring at his son.
“I wish I could have given you this before now.”
“I’m not mad, Bee. He’s perfect. I don’t know how you did it,” Cole could watch the two of you forever. You seemed so at ease with Waylon in your life.
“I wanted to. He was proof that you were in my life. He gave me hope knowing you would come back. Every month after he was born I hoped that you would come back. He changed so much, and so fast. It would have made life easier, and I missed you so much. Looking at him made me miss you more, and I just couldn’t stop looking at him. I have never loved someone the way I love him. And seeing him walk around, just reminding me so much of you, even his smile. He’s got your mouth.”
“He looks like my dad,” Cole brushes Waylon’s hair over to the side, softly looking at those chubby cheeks. You were thankful that Waylon most likely wouldn’t remember not having Cole in his life, but Cole would remember it. It seems as if Cole was soaking up every bit of him having a son as he could. There was never going to be enough hours in the day for him to gain back all that had been lost.
“Should we be talking with him right there?”
“Probably not, but he can also sleep through a tornado. He takes a good two hour nap. As soon as you leave, he’s going to stretch out on this bed. That blanket will be kicked off, and on the floor in about ten minutes. He’s always hot.”
Cole finally looks up at you, giving you a devilish smile, “What was with those pictures in the bedroom?”
“Okay. That’s enough of that,” you sit up in the bed, walking out of there, leaving Cole to stay behind, only for a minute staring down at the baby that you and he made before he was now looking up at you. You seemed different. He never thought of you as a child, but you had grown. Your hips were wider from becoming a mom. Your breasts look bigger as well. Even your face seemed more mature, but even more beautiful to him.
“You took the pictures.”
“Yeah, and I didn’t think I would discuss them with you.”
“They’re beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You were sexy even pregnant. I hate that I missed it. Did…did you think of me?”
“You mean did I touch myself when I thought of you?” Cole shrugs his shoulders, still smiling at you. “My only thoughts when I was touching myself was of you, and how no matter what I did, it never felt as good as when you touched me.”
You start walking backwards down the hallway, finding it difficult to take your eyes off him. That same coy smile you always used to give him when you would get horny, but were too afraid to say anything. “My fingers just aren’t as good as yours, Toe Wiggle.”
“Why you little,” he playfully spouts out as you run up the stairs. Cole’s arm wraps around you when you hit the loft landing, and he hauls you over to the bed, dropping you down, and he crawls over you. Both of you heaving, and not because you were running. Your fingers slide up under his shirt, tickling over his stomach, and Cole’s lip trembles. “Bee,” he sighs, those pretty blue eyes closing while his body revels in your touch.
“Did you think of me?”
“Every fucking day. My fist, a fleshlight, it didn’t matter, they were never you.”
“I’m right here. My body and every part of me has always belonged to you,” you go from touching his stomach to pulling off his shirt, taking in the new Cole. Tattoos adorn his skin now, and you touch every single one while he reaches under your dress and slowly slides down your panties. Sitting up, you remove the small little sundress, completely bare to him.
Cole licks his lips before kissing down your body, stopping to give your nipples tweaks, and sucks, “These are different.”
“Breastfeeding,” with a mouthful of your nipple, he smiles on your skin, continuing his descent down your body. Spreading your lips, and he stares at your glistening folds. Leaning forward his nose rubs over your clit before he fully dives in. Back lifting off the bed and you release the most satisfying moans. This was the touch that you had missed.
He kitten licks on your bundle of nerves easing two fingers into your warmth, and your fingers card through his hair. Giving the roots a tug, and pulling him even closer as he drowns in your honey. Slurping up every bit of your essence. Eyes staring up at you over your mound, watching as you slowly start to unravel. Moving your hands to stimulate your nipples.
You were more confident than when he left you. The two years and a child had made you a different woman. He was amazed at how you were definitely the same woman, but there were so many differences. Your curves were softer, you were thicker, and you were putting on such a pretty show for him. Keeping your legs spread wide as he feasts upon you.
Curling his fingers he hits that special spot in your core. Hitting every nerve inside your body until your fingers were clinging to the bedspread. Lifting up off the bed as you come undone, and Cole sits up immediately, covering your mouth with his hand while you laugh at him.
“You were so fucking loud. He’s gonna wake up. And I’m aching here.”
You laugh under his hand, pushing it away, and crashing your lips into his. Tasting yourself on his lips, and moving past, nipping at his neck, “I’m being serious. Did you hear the door open?”
“He’s asleep. That kid sleeps through vacuuming, and thunderstorms,” whimpering as you undo his pants, shoving your hand down his underwear, and stroking his beautiful cock, “I want to feel you. I promise, our son is sleeping.”
“I’m still getting used to that.”
“Well, my pussy would like to try and get used to your cock again, Daddy.”
“Fucking hell,” Cole yanks his pants down, letting his cock spring free. It shines with beads of precum. The smooth shaft looks like silk as he crawls back over your body. Pulling your thighs apart as he settles in between your legs, “Don’t take your eyes off me,” he whispers as he guides his thick girth through your tight little hole.
You bite at your lip at the stretch. Your walls conforming to him perfectly. Hugging every vein on his length as tears sting at your eyes. He was finally here. Your body remembered him. Sucking him even deeper, all the way until he’s balls deep, and you whimper up at him. “God, I missed you, Daddy. I feel so full.”
“This…it is so overwhelming.”
“And so good. So so good,” starting to kiss up his arm when he rolls his hips into you. Slow and smooth. Deep as he could possibly go, and your cervix feels whispers of his tip. “Daddy,” you whine while Cole kisses over your body. His hand drifts over to you before you softly suck on his thumb. Muffled mewls ring out in the loft, and you swear you feel him get even harder.
Driving into you with a bit more speed, and he hits all your spots. He stops kissing your salty skin only to slam his hands on the bed frame. Pushing into you even faster, and as deep as you could possibly take him. Rocking the bed, as your walls flutter around him. “Cole Turner, I love you. I love you so much.”
He moans out your real name before he starts to rail into you. Hips slamming into your body while you were saying his name like a forgotten prayer, “I love you, my sweet Bumblebee,” his words were so soft, but his motions were anything but sweet. Your juicy cunt was echoing in the room, and his voice hit a higher pitch. “Need you to come with me.”
“I’m almost there. Harder,” Cole was slamming into your body, and your nails, scratch down his back. “Yeah! Yeah! Daddy, I’m coming! Daddy!” Squealing when a growl vibrates throughout your body and hot coils of his spunk spurt deep into your womb. Leaving you gasping for breath.
Cole slots his lips against yours, swallowing and tasting all your sweet sounds as he continues to softly fuck into you. Letting your velvety pussy milk him dry. He wouldn’t tell you, but he was also listening to see if Waylon had woken up. Hoping he was going to get some more time inside of you. It was never enough. He could have you naked and fuck you every hour, and it wouldn’t be enough. He was never leaving you.
Pulling his softened cock out of you, he crawls down your body, laying his head on your soft belly. A hand absentmindedly playing with your nipples while his other slowly pumps into your pussy as your eyes start to drift close. “I want you to marry me.”
“I’ll marry you tomorrow if you want to. And, I want Waylon to have your last name, and you sign the birth certificate, and we have to tell my parents.”
“I’m not looking forward to that.”
“Me neither, but they deserve to know who is the father of their grandson. And…Cole, your mom has to meet him. Shh,” your hand rubs up and down his back, trying to calm him. His tears pooling on your stomach. “She’s gonna love him.”
“How could she not?” He couldn’t wait to see his mom’s face when she realized she has this perfect little grandson. How he had such a good vocabulary for his age, and how he was such a boy, but most importantly how he looked so much like Dale Turner. “How much longer until he wakes?”
“Another hour or so. Maybe we should get dressed, and cuddle on the couch.”
“Or, shower. Let me clean you off.”
“Cole, I have waited for you to be all over me for two years. I don’t want to shower. I’d rather you put my panties on, and let me feel you for the rest of the day.”
“You have become a minx in the past two years,” you laugh, and Cole sits up to stare at you. Taking you all in like this. Worn and stuffed full of his fingers. Sticky with sweat, and more beautiful than ever, “I really do like the new tits.”
“I really wish you’d suck on them.”
“Bee!” You were perfect. Not quite as shy. You are able to be honest, and flirty with him. Weren’t shy about your cunt spread. “Are you getting two years of flirting out or is this cocky little slut the new you?”
“Both. I just don’t want to waste any time that I did when I was stomping my foot and pouting.”
“You’ll still do that from time to time, won’t you? Daddy may need to punish you for being a brat,” his mouth turns up into a wicked grin as he reaches into the floor for your panties, pulling out his fingers and gathering up the leaked cum to stuff back into your warmth before putting the sweet panties back on, giving each nipple a suck, and biting on them, “I really like these.”
“Stop. Those fed your son for almost a year.”
“And she didn’t tell you anything?” Alan asks his wife before heading to the store. “You just started getting calls asking why the store was closed?”
“Alan, she didn’t say anything. She never even brought me Waylon. Do you think…no, the store was locked up when I checked, and a truck was there, but her car was gone. You don’t think that someone would have taken them?”
“I’m going to check,” he jumps into his truck, ready to head to the store himself. You never went anywhere without telling them. You were supposed to bring Waylon back home after lunch for him to get his bath and nap, and you never showed. It wasn’t like you at all.
He nearly passes the store when he sees you sitting in the back of this truck, with none other than Cole Turner holding onto a smiling Waylon. Waylon Cole. Cole had left town the day he buried his father. The talk of the town was he had been there all summer. Waylon. “Cole,” Alan slings his truck into the parking lot, when Cole hands Waylon over to you, stepping in front of your body.
“Alan, stop,” his hands hold out in front of him.
“Papaw daddy!”
“You mother fucker! You son of a fucking bitch! My daughter! Honey, is he…oh my god! This…you…you took from her and you left her!”
“Dad, calm down,” bile fills Alan's mouth as he looks between the two of you.
“This…this is why you stopped calling me…I’m gonna be sick. That’s my daughter.”
“I didn’t know. I promise, I didn’t know. I couldn’t stop myself. And — Alan, I love her.”
“Dad! Stop it!” “Papaw daddy!”
Cole’s head slings to the side after a hard hit from his former best friend. “Dad!” Another hit to his face has Waylon screaming for his daddy. “Dad! Stop it!”
“No,” Cole holds a hand up to you, and you hold tighter to a kicking and screaming toddler. “I deserve this. Go to your parent’s house. I’ll pick you up in a bit.”
“The hell you will!” Cole takes every hit that Alan swings at him, and he screams at you to go again. You run to your car, strapping Waylon in as you drive crying to your parent’s. “You come back and you think you’re taking her away from me? My grandson?”
“He’s my son!”
“Shut up.”
“He is my son, Alan. Mine. Me and her made him,” Alan kicks dirt towards Cole, putting his hands on his hips as he stares at him. “I didn’t know about him, I wrote to her everyday while I was gone.”
“She didn’t get any fucking letters.”
“Yeah? And why do you think that is?” Alan shrugs, shaking his head. “Fucking Hal knew about us. And that stupid boy mentioned multiple times while I was around that he checked the mail. Is he still doing that?”
“Hal wouldn’t do that.”
“Yeah, well, you clearly don’t know him that well. Fuck, I’m bleeding,” Alan flinches at Cole, and he sighs, “I deserve that. It was never my plan to stay gone. I love her. I didn’t know who’s daughter she was, and I didn’t know she was pregnant.”
“Yeah, but you sure as hell didn’t mind taking her innocence. It’s just like you. Sleeping around with every girl you could get your sticky little fingers on. The difference is that’s my girl. She is mine. My daughter.”
“And she’s my everything! Alan, she’s not like the other ones. Hell, there hasn’t been another one since I met her. I don’t even think about other women, I only think of her,” Alan’s nose snarls up, and Cole starts laughing, “She’s a woman. She’s not your little girl anymore.”
“And she’s not yours either. That’s…he’s my boy.”
“No. He’s mine. She named him after his dad. He is my son. My son that Hal took away from me. You and her can deny it all you want, but Hal took from me. He took from my mother, and he took from her, and even Waylon Cole,” Cole lets his anger spew out in lines of tears. Streaking his face in more than just blood. “I wanted her, and I wanted kids with her. I’ve never wanted kids until her. I wanted that little boy.”
“And you sure as hell made sure you got him, you fucking asshole. God, Cole, you realize we were best friends. I know how wild you were. I know how many girls you were fucking back in the day, and some at the same time. You really think I want my daughter to end up with someone like you? You took.”
“No the hell I didn’t. I didn’t just take her the moment we met. We fell in love. And I know you don’t want to hear about that because you think I’m the same as I was then, but I’m not. I would do anything for her and our son,” Alan rolls his eyes, turning his head up to look at the sky with his eyes closed. “You can try to deny it, but that boy is mine. And he was made in love.”
“Shut up. You know what my daughter had to go through, while you were wherever? She walked around this town pregnant and alone. We had to quit going to the church because it was always…”
“Bill? Yeah, well he’s a fucking ass. Maybe you should ask your daughter how he talked to her before. How he asked her out on a date, and how I had to tell him never to come back in the store again. Of course he’s going to preach sermons about premarital sex. Because he wanted her..”
“Can we not talk about my daughter and sex?” Cole nods his head, knowing this was a never ending battle. Alan knew you had sex, but accepting it was with one of his high school buddies was hard for him to accept. “She needed you. You came into that store, and I showed you my daughter, and you…god, she was already pregnant then. You had…I don’t even know where to go from here.”
“Accept it. I’m marrying that woman. Her and Waylon are moving in with me,” Alan’s head swishes back and forth. He couldn’t lose his buddy. “Yes, they are. They are mine. Either they move in with me or I move in with you.”
“Hell no!”
“Mama,” you look out the window before starting to pace around. Looking back at your mother holding on to Waylon while he eats a popsicle. “He was so mad.”
“Cole Turner? Honey, that’s his high school buddy.”
“I didn’t know that. Cole didn’t know that you were my parents.”
“Wayton Toe.”
“I love him,” your mom stares up at you with the biggest smile. Even though you were worried, there was a difference in you. You seemed at peace because Cole was finally back. “I don’t want him to kill Cole. Waylon has his dad back.”
“Toe Wiggle!”
“Why does he say that?”
You look back at your mother smiling, reaching for his popsicle for a bite. “Cole Riggan Turner is his dad.”
“Toe Wiggle!”
‘You’ve told him that?”
“Mom, we go to Cole’s house once a week. I clean. Let Waylon play, he sometimes gets a bath, or we nap. Yeah, he knows that Cole is his dad. If you would have listened to this beautiful boy, you would have known. What was he like in high school?”
“A ladies man. Had a different woman every weekend. He was the star quarterback. Girls would just throw themselves at him.”
Waylon finishes his popsicle, and jumps out of your mom’s lap to throw away the stick before he reaches for you. “Did you ever…?”
“Lord no. That man was too pretty for me. I only had eyes for your father. I did tell him one of these days there was going to be some girl that he couldn’t get enough of, and I was going to smile knowing that he found his one. He did, didn’t he?”
“I wanna marry him,” Waylon puckers his lips up at you, giving you the messiest kiss before he wiggles out of your arms, and back to his toys. “I don’t need to search the world for someone, because he’s that someone. I just want to experience the world with him.”
“Did you tell him about how well the book has done?”
“Uh, we didn’t have much time to talk about the book,” Tracy narrows her eyes at you before laughing. “Listen, Waylon sleeps like a log. It had been two years, and…no, we didn’t talk about the book. We talked about our son, and then we didn’t talk at all.”
“The book is about him isn’t it? It’s not fiction like you made me believe.”
“It’s not entirely fiction, but the parts that are real are every bit about him.”
“Honey,” both you and her lookup, and you run towards Cole when he walks in with your dad, fawning over his cut and bruised face.
“Hey, daddy,” Waylon ignored Alan for the first time ever, stomping over to you and Cole with his bare feet, “Get me,” he tells his dad before he scoops him up, and your mom wipes away tears. You were positively radiant smiling up at Cole. And the way he was holding onto Waylon so proud. “Ouch.”
“Yeah, mommy needs to clean daddy up,” your dad growls, walking over to his recliner, mumbling about how Cole was fine, and you shoot him a glare.
“Bee, I want Waylon to meet my mom. Hey, Trace.”
“Hey Turner. You two…three, go on. I’m sure Alan and I have a lot to talk about. But Honey, clean him up first. Rachel is going to have a fit.”
You look back at your son who was pointing at all the apple trees, a constant cadence of wow with every row you pass. Eyes going large when you pull up to the Mason Mansion. “You ready?”
“Yep!” Waylon shouts, but you shake your head no.
“Bee, it’s fine.”
“I’m meeting your mom for the first time, and telling her she has a grandson.”
“Wayton Toe!”
“Waylon will make everything become a thing of the past. She’ll love you, but this little man…buddy, your grandma is going to love you so much. Come on. You carry him.”
You nervously step out of the car. Opening up the door to grab Waylon out. You try to walk behind Cole, but he pulls you beside him. An arm settled around your waist as he guides you into the house, “Mom! Mom!”
“Cole,” she walks to the foyer, gasping with her hand over her mouth when she looks at the two of you, and back to her son. “What do we have here?”
“Mom, this is my,” you nod your head, smiling up at him. He was perfect. You couldn’t wait. You both had waited long enough. “This is my Bumblebee, and this is our son, Waylon.”
“Wayton Toe!”
“Oh, my god,” she walks up to Waylon, cupping his chubby little cheek, and he gives her a scrunchy face grin. “Waylon…Cole?” You nod your head, and surprisingly, Waylon reaches towards Rachel. “Oh my goodness, aren’t you the most handsome little man I ever did see. Waylon Cole, I’m your grandma Rachel.”
“RaRa!”
“Oh, yes, I like RaRa. I can’t even process that you have a son because…lord have mercy, you are the most beautiful baby I have ever seen, and I gave birth to your daddy.”
“My daddy,” Waylon points back at Cole smiling, “Toe Wiggle.”
“Yes, from now on, his name is Toe Wiggle. Come on, let’s see if we can find you some candy. You two better bring you some clothes, because you’re not going anywhere with this baby. Waylon Cole, what do you like?”
“Umm,” he gives you a quick peek, before looking at his RaRa, “Appies and nee!”
“He really loves apples and honey.”
“Well, you are definitely my grandson. We have trees and trees of apples. I’m sure your mama can help you with the honey. Oh,” she turns to look at you, holding onto Waylon even tighter, “Thank you. I don’t even want to know, I don’t care. This…he’s perfect. Looks like your grandpa Dale.”
“Dawe?”
“Yeah, grandpa Dale is your daddy’s dad. My husband.”
“Him at?”
“He…he’s in heaven. But he would have loved you so much. Pretty sure he told your mama and daddy to go ahead and have a baby.”
“Ahh!” Waylon’s hands slap on his chest, getting the biggest smile on his sweet little face, “Me mama and daddy’s baby. Me baby”
“Yes, you are. Go on. Go get some clothes. You want RaRa to make us some biscuits, and we can have apple butter and honey butter on them?”
“Oh yes! Bye mama, bye daddy.”
“Oh,” you get a slight frown as Cole starts pulling you away. Waylon was already looking at whatever Rachel was saying. “He’s never been like that with me. It’s like he…”
“He’s connected with mom. I told you. She would forget everything. She doesn’t care. Definitely was easier than what I had to deal with.”
“I’m sorry, but dad. He’s just…”
“You’re dad,” you jump into the car with Cole, and he reaches to grab your hand. “I mean, that’s a hard pill to swallow. Find out who your daughter's baby daddy is, and it’s your former best friend. He knows we’ve fucked.”
“Cole!”
“You think we can squeeze a quickie in before we go back?”
“Can I ride you, while you suck my tits and play with my clit?”
“My god!”
“Two years of being completely horny, and never satisfied, Cole. We’re going to be fucking a lot.”
“Are we using protection?”
“I don’t really care,” you jump out of the truck, running into the house, already stripping out of your clothes, turning back to cup your tits, so Cole could see his new favorite part of you. Running up to the bedroom, Cole was already naked, too. “Lay down. I want to fuck you, while you suck me.”
“My god, I love this, Bee! You really are Daddy’s little whore, huh?” He says sitting on the bed, fisting that glorious cock.
“Daddy’s little cock slut. And Daddy’s cum dump,” Cole’s eyes roll back into his head as you sink down over him. His mouth immediately wraps about your bud and you bounce yourself on Cole. Where earlier the sex was rediscovering each other; slow and deep, a sweetness to it. This time it was needy and so fucking fast. You couldn’t take too long. There would be time for that later.
“Where’s the bedroom we’re sleeping in?”
“Upstairs. Opposite side of hers. Why?”
“We’ll…we’ll get a baby monitor. Because I want you to fuck me like an animal later.”
“You filthy little slut!”
“You love it though, right, Daddy?” And he did. He bites on your nipple, slapping at your ass. Obsessed. And he had to make up for lost time. Get some frustrations out on you before he confronts Hal. He knew exactly who kept those letters away from you. Hal could suck his dick. You were always meant to belong to Cole Riggan Turner.
“But…I wanna go with you,” you look back into Cole’s mom’s living room watching her talk with your parents and Waylon. Your hand tight on Cole’s arm as he starts to leave. “I don’t want to be without you”
“I’ll be right back. I can’t have you with me for this.”
“Why?” Your lip juts out, and he doesn’t hesitate to give you a little kiss on the pout. “Cole,” his thumb traces over your mouth, slowly starting to back away, “Daddy.”
“Stop, Bee,” he chuckles, pushing your arms off him. “I promise if this was something you could go with me for, I would let you. I’ll be back. Trust me, I don’t want to waste a moment without you or our baby. Plus, I want to see your mom and mine playfully argue about who is the better Nanny and RaRa. And your dad just keeps glaring at me. Especially when mom brings up high school. I just need a moment, less than an hour, and I’ll be back. Gotta take care of something, okay?”
“Fine,” just for good measure you stomp your foot a bit, and Cole catches your dad narrowing his eyes at him. He gives you a quick kiss to your nose, and lips before he walks out.
“Daddy go?” Waylon jumps up, leaving Loretta behind, and waddles over to you. “Mama, my daddy go?”
“He has to do something,” you scoop up the sweetest little toddler boy you ever did see, and go back into the living room with everyone else. Sitting beside Loretta and she gives Waylon a big lick on his cheek. You try to remain as present as possible when really you were just thinking about Cole, and just how long it would take for him to return.
Cole hated this feeling. He would deal with Preacher Bill another day, but Hal needed to be confronted immediately. Every time he stares at his son, all he can think about was the eighteen months he missed with him. Each time his hands had caressed over your curves, he hated that he missed out on your body changing. He can just see his mom’s pure love towards her first grandson, and that really pisses him off. Hal had taken from everyone.
Hal was the one who got all those moments. Was even at the hospital holding your hand when Waylon was born. Held his son, and Cole wasn’t even aware of his existence. Cole didn’t get to coach you through labor, or wipe away your tears. Cole lost all of that. His mom lost all of that. You lost all of that. And what was worse was the fact that Alan had hated him more because your dad saw you suffer with the absence of Cole. Had put it in his head that Cole had taken advantage of you.
Cole pulls into your parent’s driveway, seeing Hal in the distance on the tractor, and just waits. His truck was recognizable. Hal knew that there had been a reason your father and Loretta weren’t with him today. Noticed that the store was closed. And when he looks up to see that red truck, he turns the tractor off. Waiting on Cole to get over there.
“What do you want?” Hal squints his eyes looking out into the sun.
“You know exactly what I want.”
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”
“Get off the tractor. Talk to me like a man.”
“You never deserved her,” Hal grimaces, hopping off the tractor. He had gotten thicker himself. His arms much more sculpted than before.
“I know. And neither did you. My son was born without his father. She went through labor without me.”
“They had me,” he doubles down. Hal was not going to apologize if that’s what Cole was waiting for. “I was there. I was a father to that baby. He has a room of toys at my house.”
“He’s my baby!” Cole runs his hand on the back of his neck, wondering if Hal was ever going to understand what he did. “She never wanted you. You did what you did for selfish reasons. My mom went almost two years not knowing that she had a grandson. You took from her, too. You took from a baby that didn’t ask for any of this. You…can you at least admit what you did? You took those letters. You made me look like I abandoned her, and all I ever wanted was her and that baby. I would have been back here that day had I known she was pregnant. You allowed her to become a pariah in her hometown because none of y’all can get out of the past and realize sex before marriage is okay. But I never abandoned either of them. You taking those letters made me think that she was mad, or moved on.”
“She never moved on.”
“And yet you still kept taking them.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can I get back to work?”
Cole waits until Hal climbs back up on the tractor. Knowing his ultimate suffering was going to be seeing less of Waylon. Was going to see the two of you packing yours and Waylon’s things to move in with him, and seeing just how happy you all were. How Waylon would call Cole daddy, while Hal remained just Hal. “It’s time for you to move on, too.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“You figure out,” he says, walking away. Leaving Hal with the decision on whether to confess to you, or see if Cole ever mentions it to you. Wondering if you were going to hate him for the rest of his life, or even if you would allow that little boy that he loved like his own son to ever see him again. It was the ultimate way to make Hal spiral worrying about what he should do. It just became too easy to stuff those letters in his pocket as he carried the mail to the house.
Never feeling any guilt when your heart broke every time at the lack of communication with Cole. Didn’t feel sorry for inserting himself as someone to lean on. And only a kiss had ever happened between the two of you. Apologizing to him as tears rolled down your eyes because he was never Cole. Cole had poisoned your brain, but along the way Hal had been your best friend. And one of Waylon’s favorite people.
Cole steps through the doorway of his mom’s catching you as you run into his arms. “Bee, will you marry me?” He whispers so softly in your ear.
“I would marry you two years ago if you asked,” he sits you back down, sliding his mom’s old engagement ring on your finger while everyone else looks on at the two of you with smiles, minus your father.
“Etta at daddy’s house?” Your father takes a deep breath, brushing the tears off his cheeks. He wasn’t just losing a daughter, but his grandson. He wanted to hate Cole. Wanted to call him every name in the book, but the way you two were looking at each other, the pure love was evident between you.
“Daddy? Etta wif me?”
“Yes, Loretta is going to stay with us. Sorry, Alan.”
“Well, I guess this causes for a celebratory night out at the Vault,” your mom stands, pulling up your dad. “Unless, you two would rather be alone.”
“I just want to be with my family. Waylon Cole, come here, baby,” Cole’s hands leave you only to pick up your son, and then he holds the two of you. He wasn’t ever getting that time back, but he wasn’t going to waste new happy moments to come worrying about it. He was going to cherish every moment.
“Oo Toe Wiggle.”
“And you Waylon Cole.”
“Mama is my bubblebee.”
“No, mama is my Bumblebee.”
“No, mine,” Waylon giggles, laying his head on Cole’s shoulder. “Me yuv Oo.”
You give a kiss to Waylon’s cheek, while Cole swallows deeply, “I love you, too. And I love your mama, and…”
“My baby. Me need a baby.”
“Let’s go to lunch. Cole’s paying,” Alan walks quickly past the three of you. It was a bitter pill to swallow. And it wasn’t something he truly wanted to think about. Not yet. In time. Cole’s face still bruised and battered from your father’s fist. And still he looked handsome.
“Me hungy, mama.”
“Yeah, let’s go. Waylon gets cranky if he misses lunch and nap.”
“And thankfully Waylon sleeps hard.”
“Cole Riggan, your fiancé’s parents are here. Tracy, I apologize.”
“Well,” your mom shrugs, reaching for Waylon, but he shakes his head no, cozying up closer to his dad. “They’re play time did give us this beautiful little boy. Way, you ready to flirt with the waitresses?”
“Yep. Eady!” Cole didn’t know how he got to be so lucky, and nor did he care. He was going to spend his time just being with you and his son. Enjoying the life he was sure he never wanted, and now he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. He was finally home. You were finally his. And his son, Cole Turner’s son, was the happiest little surprise that he could think of.
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Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught
Here is the promised follow up to my drabble Smooth Hips Turner. I did a poll a couple weeks ago to determine what the plot should be and almost half of the votes were for her brother to find out about them dating.
I'm not a drama writer... I'm a romantic comedy writer... so I had some fun.
I'm also checking off a couple squares on my @the-slumberparty bingo card: Sports AU and Night Club.
Title: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught
Pairing: hockey player!Cole Turner x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
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IS SMOOTH HIPS TURNER IS OFF THE MARKET?? The superstar goalie was seen canoodling at a local club with an unknown female while out with friends over the weekend. Our body language expert looked at the photos and said the relationship looks serious and predicts that there will be wedding bells in the off season for the pro.
"Fuck," Cole cursed as he looked at the social media post.
"All my social media accounts were already private," you reminded him. "And I changed all my profile pictures to the beach as soon as I saw that post."
"Someone will recognize you though and sell your name and any dirt they have on you to the tabloids," he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck. Your brother."
"Excuse me?" you asked with a laugh.
"Not literally fuck your brother," Cole replied with a grin. "But fuck, I wanted to tell your brother myself. But if he sees those photos, he's going to know."
Before you could respond, Cole's phone dinged and he glanced down at it, his eyes going wide as he looked at the message. Swallowing, he turned it towards you so you could see the message that had come in from your brother.
YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER????
CALL ME THE FUCK RIGHT NOW!
"I'll call him," you offered. "And I'll tell him to mind his own fucking business."
"No," Cole said, shaking his head. "I have to do this. I should have done it before now."
"You aren't having this conversation without me," you told him. "I get that he is your best friend, but he's my brother. And I get that he's my brother, but you're my boyfriend. You are not excluding me from this!"
"Alright, alright," Cole said, holding up his hands. "I'll call him now."
He sat down next to you on the couch and chose to video call your brother.
You weren't sure what to expect when your brother answered, but based on his text to Cole you weren't expecting the shit eating grin you got.
"Turner. Sis." He greeted you both. Then, to Cole, said, "So you finally grew a pair and asked her out, huh?"
It took a second for you and Cole to figure out what he meant by that but you started laughing while Cole just stared back at him in shock.
"Oh don't pretend to be shocked I knew," your brother told him. "You were fucking obvious, man. It was a relief when she went away to school because you weren't distracted all the time if she was home."
"You knew the whole time?" Cole asked, dumbfounded. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Uh, because it was my sister," your brother replied. "I wasn't going to encourage that when you didn't stand a chance with her. And after, well you lived in two different places and lived very different lives."
"So you aren't mad?" you asked him.
"That you guys are dating? Absolutely not," he replied. "I am annoyed that I found out from the fucking internet though!"
"It's not how we wanted you to find out," Cole said. "I was going to talk to you next week when my team was in town."
"You were?" you said, looking at Cole.
"I was," he replied, looking back at you.
Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him.
"OH YUCK! GROSS!" your brother complained. "Just because I'm ok with it doesn't mean I want to see it!"
"Say bye to your brother," Cole told you, pulling his lips away from yours.
"Bye, butt head," you called.
Your brother was still protesting when Cole ended the call and dropped the phone onto the floor.
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Sliding Into Home - Calahan Skogman AU
– McKenzie Sharpe is fresh out of college and accepts (or forced into) a job from her father, Scott Sharpe, who happens to be the manager of the Milwaukee Brewers. She grew up around sports, being the only child of a mother that died when she was young and a father that wanted a boy to live vicariously through. She comes from a prominent name in the MLB and loves baseball and all sports, but is constantly being underestimated based on her sex and her looks in the industry. Now she runs the social media for the Brewers even though she has her dreams set on something much higher that no one thinks she can do…
Calahan Skogman grew up in Wisconsin, always dreaming of playing for the Brewers and now, fresh out of college, he turned down other offers to pitch for his dream team. He is quiet and keeps mostly to himself, having his own reasons for pursuing professional baseball. When he meets McKenzie, he sees her as everyone sees her; a spoiled brat who was only around because of her father and nothing else. He hates entitled, privileged people that think they are better than everyone else and he pegs her as what he hates most right away. When they start a winning streak however, they start to find themselves spending more time together and they both realize they don’t know the other one as well as they think they do…
Hope In Love - Sebastian Stan AU
-- Esperanza "Hope" Garcia doesn't have time for a proper relationship. Every time she has made time for a man, they've disappointed her. Her last proper boyfriend was 5 years ago in Law School. He worked as an electrician and hated her long hours in the library. She came home to find him in bed with a "friend". She all but swore off men after that.
Sebastian was married for 6 years to his high school sweetheart, Violet. She was killed in a mugging gone wrong. Sebastian hasn't dated anyone since her death almost 10 years ago. He's had random hookups, but always leaves before the next morning and never goes back to a woman more than a few times. That is until he met Hope.
Sebastian and Hope met through mutual friends almost a year ago and sparks flew almost immediately. Neither of them wanted anything serious, so they both decided to remain friends with certain "benefits". Over the last few months, Sebastian has been growing feelings for Hope but never dared admit it to her as her stance is firmly set for no relationship between them or for her and any guy.
Codename: Turtledove - Cole Turner
--Cole Turner is just a farmer trying to live his simple life while also trying to find the right woman to settle down with. He’s a little eccentric and a little high strung, becoming too much for most women pretty quickly. When he meets a woman at the farmer’s market, he thinks she could be the one until he finds out she has been lying since they met including about her name.
Eleanor just wants to meet a nice guy, but being the daughter of the president makes it hard to find people to trust. When she meets the hapless farmer Cole, she thinks she might have found someone she could really love... that is until he finds out just how dangerous it can be to be the potential boyfriend of the president’s daughter and he has to decide if the trouble is worth the pain...
Torn Pages - Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes has survived breaking his Winter Soldier conditioning and Thanos and even managed to keep his best friend through it all. Now he is living in Brooklyn near Steve Rogers and meets an attractive bookshop owner, Serena...
Everything is perfect between them until one of their enemies takes her to lure Bucky and the Avengers to them...
Lloyd Hansen - August Walker with OFC
**What if... August Walker and Lloyd Hansen both went to Harvard together. They were rivals, constantly getting into fights, and all around hating each other. Until... Until Jackie came into the picture. She was a freshman when they were seniors and the only thing they could both agree on was her... And only when they shared time together in the bedroom... I heard Paris is nice all year long...**
Happy Birthday, Captain - Steve Rogers
Steve has been away on a mission for weeks, finally returning on his birthday with a present for his girlfriend...
Sherlock and his cane…
Purely smut with Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes…
Ari/Steve ... Birthday Cake
Ari and Nomad Steve are twins and their neighbor Rosie brings them a birthday cake...
Speak Now - Ransom Drysdale
Brittan and Ransom were inseparable most of their lives. Until he was forced to break up with her to marry someone else. Can she convince him to leave his wedding to be with her instead...
Better Than Revenge
Zoey is a singer and comes home for a short break from tour to hang out with her boyfriend, only to find him in bed with her best friend. So she makes it her mission to enact revenge...
Dessert
Just Jake Jensen smut, nothing else...
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I Fell In Love With The Devil
Anon, sorry this is late but this one is for you!
Ship- Cole Turner x Reader
Based on the song ‘I Fell In Love With The Devil’ by Avril Lavigne
Shotguns and roses make a deadly potion, heartbreak explosions in reckless motion. Teddy bears and ‘I’m sorry’ letters don’t seem to make things better. Don’t bury me alive, sweet talk and lullaby.
But I can’t stop the rush and I can’t give you up. No, I know you’re no good for me; you’re no good for me.
She was setting herself up for heartbreak, which was blatantly obvious from the start. Cole was a bad guy; in fact, he was probably the worst guy. The roses he bought her were always blood red, often displayed in a vase right next to the shotgun. When he would walk out and try to be so adamant that she would never go back to him, most of the time it wouldn’t take long for a teddy bear and an apology note to be on her doorstep. They didn’t always work, but his bad-boy charms were enough to get her back. She knew he was no good but she was in so deep that it was impossible to give him up now, even if she wanted to.
I fell in love with the devil and now I’m in trouble. I fell in love with the devil, I’m underneath his spell. Someone send me an angel to lend me a halo. I fell in love with the devil, please save me from this hell.
Got me playing with fire; Baby, hand me the lighter. Tastes just like danger, chaotic anger.
It was like she had fallen in love with the devil himself. How it happened, she could never know. It was probably a spell he cast on her just to put her into the amount of trouble she was. Sometimes all she wished was someone to save her from the hell that was dating Cole. It was good at times but others, it was like being trapped in a cage with a rabid dog. It was like dining on chaotic danger and he was changing her. He was helping her play with fire but he was the one passing the lighter.
But I can’t stop the rush and I can’t give you up. No, I know you’re no good for me; you’re no good for me.
I fell in love with the devil and now I’m in trouble. I fell in love with the devil, I’m underneath his spell. Someone send me an angel to lend me a halo. I fell in love with the devil, please save me from this hell.
Angels and devils always fight over me; take me to heaven, wake me up from this dream. Even in sunlight a cloud shadows over me, it’s now or never, wake me up from this dream.
She fell in love with the devil but she wanted to wake up now. Cole was out of control, he was living up to his devil persona. She wished that an angel would come and move the cloud that loomed over her. It was like she was in a perpetual dream state but now she wanted nothing more than to just wake up and have it be over with.
I fell in love with the devil and now I’m in trouble. I fell in love with the devil, I’m underneath his spell. Someone send me an angel to lend me a halo. I fell in love with the devil, please save me from this hell.
Dig deep, sink, sink, fear. Dig deep, it’s killing me. I fell in love with the devil and now I’m in trouble. I fell in love with the devil, it’s killing me.
Being with Cole was killing her slowly but there was nothing she could do. She was under his spell and there was no way she could stop the rush that she felt when she realised that instead of the smart, loyal man that she thought she was in love with, she had instead fallen in love with the devil.
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EMPIRE CHAPTER 01
_Hey guys. _
_ My name is Bruna, I'm Brazilian and I've been writing fanfictions for fun for years. Several people came to me for a message and suggested that I translate my stories of Prince William and Prince Harry into English, but I always lacked time. _
So I decided to give it a go with ‘Empire’ my Gangs of London fanfiction.
_The first part of Sean and Lexi's story is almost finished and it's not that long. So I decided to make the attempt to post the work in English, even though I'm not a professional and I don't even have formal knowledge of the English language. _
_ I count on your understanding if you find errors. Be sure to notify me and send me suggestions for improvements - both in English and for the story.Without further ado, let's go to the first chapter. I look forward for you to meet Alexandra and her family. _
_ _
2004
We were just kids when we fell in love...
"Give it back!"
"Try and catch it, ugly girl"
"Give it back right now, Billy!"
The girl's squeal could be heard all over the floor of the house, however most of the adults were outside, where a Sunday barbecue was taking place the adults were probably engaged in some greedy conversation.
Lexi had always preferred to play indoors. She liked to sit on the carpet in her godmother's living room, brush the hair of her Russian dolls, and hum softly to herself.
Normally she could calmly spend her Sundays. There was no insane traffic of people inside her house, no parents coming and going at odd hours. Sunday was a holy day, according to her mother. They even went to a church service to thank God for their lives, and afterward they woul usually head to the Wallace's.
Billy Wallace was her godmother's son, and he was definitely the nastiest boy Lexi knew. Always pulling her braids, calling her bad nicknames and taking her dolls.
"I'll throw it out the window. You can catch it if you make it in time." Billy said with a devilish grin and approached the skylight. "Do you think you can make it in time, Foxy Lexi?"
The eight-year-old girl's fists clenched. And she honestly thought about attacking Billy Wallace in what he had between his legs. But she'd already done the same to Dmitri once, earned her a lecture from her mother and no dessert after dinner.
"I'll count to ten. See if you can catch it." Billy continued his malicious prank and psychological torture. "One... two... hurry up, girl! You're wasting time."
There would be no time. Lexi knew Billy, well enough too, to know he wouldn't keep his word.
"Five... six... seven... Oi!"
A tall, thin young boy emerged from the door near the window and took the doll from Billy's hand.
"Enough of this mess at my bedroom's door" he snapped, his voice slightly husky and his freckled face contorted in anger. "Stop being a pain in the ass, Billy. And leave Lexi alone! Ain't you ashamed? She's younger and smaller than you."
The thirteen-year-old held the doll out toward Lexi, not even looking at the girl. He was busy scolding his younger brother, as usual.
"Thanks, Sean" she said softly, just barely a whisper that Lexi doubted the boy had even heard her.
Billy burst into tears. He ran off after his brother's lecture to hide somewhere.
Lexi felt sorry for him. Billy always cried for everything.
"He got sad and now is crying" Lexi said looking at Sean.
"It shall pass. He's just being childish." Sean said, still annoyed.
She started to walk away slowly. Still a little stunned by what had happened, as Yelena had almost been thrown ten feet tall and Billy had had a sentimental fit.
But Lexi was especially stunned by Sean. She couldn't explain it, but the boy had always provoked her curiosity. He was friends with her older brother and was locked in his room because Dmitri and Alex still hadn't returned from boarding school for Easter break.
Her godmother justified as it was a "rebellious phase" wWhen Lexi's mother wanted to know what was up with him.
Lexi was thinking of going out into the garden to join the adults. She wanted some lemonade, as the day was particularly hot, but as the little girl walked towards tthe back of the house, where it would lead her to the garden, she heard sobs coming from the library.
Billy.
Lexi was afraid the boy would do something mean again. Normally Billy couldn't stay more than ten minutes near Lexi without upsetting her, but she couldn't stand seeing other kids cry. When Dmitri cried, she always hugged him, even though her older brother sometimes pushed her and cursed her in Russian – he was the only one of the two who had been to Russia.
"Billy?" the girl called, sitting down beside him, squeezing Yelena tightly against her.
"Go away!" the boy roared, his face streaked with tears and his thin body shaking with sobs. "Y-get out of here, ugly girl!"
"I'm just trying to help" Lexi said softly.
"GET OUT!" Billy yelled tearfully, getting to his feet and pulling at his own hair.
Lexi curled up on the library sofa, feeling her eyes getting wet. At her house no one was allowed to scream. Her parents never yelled at her and neither Dmitri.
"Come on, little boy." They heard a voice coming from the door. "That wasn't very nice. We will have to talk in private, yes?
Marian Wallace was there. Tall, serious and Irish.
The girl watched Billy obey his mother and walk over to her, still rubbing his eyes and crying. Annoyed by the hostility of the moment, Lexi opted to make her way to the gardens.
Her mother, Tatiana, was sitting next to her father, Alexei. The two were leaning slightly toward Finn Wallace and Ed Dumani, listening intently to what appeared to be instructions.
She decided to keep her distance because she knew her parents didn't like "children meddling in adult affairs," but Lexi's godfather seemed to notice her presence and said.
"Finn... Finn, wait." Ed Dumani said in a low tone and then turned towards him. "Lexi. You can come here, darling".
"What's wrong, sweet girl? Finn Wallace asked with a sympathetic smile, but Lexi always had a bit of trepidation around her.
He wasn't always good with his own kids.
"I want some lemonade" she said softly so that only her mother would hear.
"Oh...I'll get it for you, honey." Tatiana answered, offering her daughter a hand. "I'll be right back, Finn".
"Take your time, Tatiana" Finn said with a kind smile "Our dear Lexi needs her mother. It's all right".
Lexi didn't say anything, just took her mother's hand and went to get the glass of lemonade.
"Is everything all right, Króchka?" her mother asked softly, smoothing Lexi's light hair, which slowly took on the same shade of blonde as her mother's.
"Billy took my doll. Sean took it back and scolded him. Billy came out crying. I tried to cheer him up a little, but he yelled at me and autie Marian listened. I think he is getting another scolding" Lexi confided in a tone of secrecy just to complete "It was my fault."
"No." Tatiana denied with a calm smile "It's not your fault. Yyou can only be responsible for what you do. Did you yell at Billy?"
"No. I mean...I ordered him to give me back my doll"
"But were you aggressive?"
"No," she replied.
"Billy didn't act nice, now Marian is disciplining him. When you do things that aren't nice, the two of us always talk, right?"
"Yes."
"Do not worry. It wasn't your fault. And your godmother loves her children, she would never do anything to hurt any of them."
Lexi nodded.
Her mother asked her to join Jacqueline and Shannon. The two girls were doing their nails next to the pool. They usually didn't give much thought to Lexi, as they thought they were far superior for being almost teenagers.
It was a very lonely Sunday, Lexi thought with a sigh. She preferred it when she was at school, where she had several friends with common tastes and the boys were in separate buildings.
Her presence was not even noticed by the girls. She performed the ritual of undoing the doll's braids and starting them again when her godmother called the three of them for lunch.
"Lexi, before you eat could you come with me? Billy wants to apologize to you, but he's too embarrassed to do it in front of everyone".
She nodded and Marian smiled, taking her by the hand and leading Lexi into the house again.
Billy was in the library again, now curled up on the couch and reading a book when Lexi and Marian arrived.
"I'll leave you two alone." Her godmother said in a warning tone. "Lexi. Once you're done, come have lunch, okay? You too, Billy."
The two children were, again, alone in the library. They stared at each other a little sheepishly, as if all the Christmases, Easter holidays and birthday parties spent together hadn't ever existed..
The Wallaces and Dumani were in absolutely every Dragomirov photo album. They were on every birthday and every important holiday, like one big lonely family.
The edge of society. Russians expelled from their country, Irish and blacks breaking down closed doors.
"Your mother said you wanted to apologize to me" She said in a friendly tone.
"Yes." Billy agreed. "I am sorry for yelling and stealing your doll".
Lexi smiled and nodded her acceptance of the order and then was on her way to lunch – her belly was already rumbling – when Billy called her back.
"Lexi?"
She had never heard Billy call her by her name, let alone her nickname. It was always very offensive and unpleasant nicknames.
Stilt, for her long legs and arms.
Ugly, for her appearance.
Tooth, through her teeth.
"I told my mom that...the reason I steal your dolls is because I'd really like to play with them" The boy said, his cheeks getting very red and still not daring to look at Lexi. "They're so pretty and... could you let me play with them for a little while?"
In response, Lexi just walked over to the boy and handed Yelena over to him. She didn't take long, just gave the toy into Billy's hands and went bouncy to lunch.
From that day forward, a few things changed: Sundays were now readily waiting for Lexi to get to know her new best friend, Billy. Yelena had also abandoned the silly braids and now she sported unusual looks like mohawks and dreads.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Charmed (TV 1998)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Phoebe Halliwell/Cole Turner
Characters: Wyatt Halliwell, Benjamin Coleridge Turner, Benjamin Turner
Additional Tags: Fix-It, Alternate Universe, Alternate Timeline
Summary:
Cole asks the Avatars to change the timeline, but he asks it to be changed before he is possessed by the Source (because the Paige thing never made sense let's be real).
Not beta'd. I have been sitting on this one so long thinking I'm gonna improve it but I never do so I'm just posting it.
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