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Desire (51)

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Warning: Brief graphic conversation of detailed murder - just a conversation, no actions, no flashbacks etc, conversation of religions + mental illness including extremally brief mention of suicide - just a topic, nothing major.

This chapter has a lot of dialogue you've been warned lol

*Colby's POV*

"What a way to start my morning" I snickered, pressing my lips against Leighton's pulse point.

"I can't believe you got me to have sex with you in your mother's house" She grumbled, chucking my towel at me.

"You could've said no" I smirked and she rolled her eyes, wrapping her towel around her body.

"It's your birthday, I'm not allowed" She said and I shook my head, grinning, wrapping my arms around her.

"You're always allowed to say no baby"

"Mhm" She sarcastically hummed.

"You just didn't want to. Can't say no to my dick can you?" I teased, her hand quickly going behind her back, pinching my stomach. "Hey!"

"That was for being an asshole" She gave me an annoyed grin and I placed my hands on her hips, turning her around.

"I wasn't being an asshole. I was just stating facts"

"You just called me dick obsessed!"

"That's not what I said, so if that's what you heard..." I trailed off, feeling her hand cup me and squeeze.

"Careful what you say baby-"

"Yeah? Why's that?" I tested, ignoring the pressure of her hand on my dick.

"If I remember correctly... you said I held the power, meaning you could go a very long time without putting your cock in my cunt"

"Please, you think you could hold out?!" I cackled, watching her eyes harden.

"You don't think I could?"

"Leighton, it takes me two seconds to get you on your knees fawning for me"

"Want to make a bet Brock?" She asked and I quickly shook my head. "See!" She laughed.

"Why would I make a bet that would make me lose sex? I'm not stupid" I chuckled, Leighton glaring.

"You're annoying"

"Why? Because I said you're a slut for my dick?" I laughed and she flipped me off.

"I hate you"

"And my awesome dick?"

"Can you shut up already?" She whined and I shook my head.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because otherwise I will murder you"

"Baby you're five foot four. I'm five eleven. I'd like to see you try"

"Don't underestimate an angry girl. There are a lot of ways I could murder you that have nothing to do with height. For starters, I could shoot you. Don't have to be tall for that. The classic olden days way of doing it is poison. Little arsenic in your food, done-zo. I heard chloroform is pretty good. I could invite you to have sex with me, tie you up, slit your throat. What are you going to do then? I heard dying of a broken heart is pretty effective. You know in the olden days these men would go to war and their girlfriends or wives would hear that they died and they'd off themselves just for the man to be alive and come back home"

I was stunned.

"So like..... do you just think about this in your free time?"

"Would you kill yourself for me?" She asked, taking me back.

"What?"

"I'd probably kill myself for you" She said like this was a normal conversation.

"What the fuck are you on?" I laughed, Leighton towel drying her hair like she wasn't speaking some bullshit right now.

"You know there are plenty of girl murders out there Cole. You can never be too sure" She said in a weird tone, goosebumps rising on my skin.

"Hey Leighton?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to murder me?"

"Murder your 5'11 ass? Thought I was too short?" She cocked an eyebrow.

Shit.

"Well that was before I knew you were planning to shoot me, poison me or slit my throat"

"Can you imagine though-" She started, my eyes widening.

Where was this going?

"You come over for a good time, your girl ties you up, you think you're getting lucky. She pulls out a knife and you're like hmmmm knife play. Weird. Or maybe you're into it? I don't know. Are you?" She asked, my whole body frozen. "Anyway, and then she just slits you open and calls it day. God what I'd love to do to my rapist. Both of them, honestly. Slit both their throats after torturing them! Paybacks a bitch man"

"Hey Leighton?"

"Yes Colby?"

"Maybe uh.. add murder-es fantasies to your therapy work, yeah?" I half heartedly joked, Leighton rolling her eyes, slipping her underwear up her legs, catching my attention.

"Colby! Stop!" She whined, quickly pulling her leggings up, complaining when her foot got stuck at the bottom.

"Don't fall on your ass, that's really going to ruin my birthday" I teased and she flipped me off which made me laugh really loud.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" She grumbled, rolling her leggings up over her foot.

"I've heard that here and there actually, yeah" I nodded.

"I hate you so much" She groaned, adjusting her bra strap before grabbing her top.

"I like those leggings. They make your thighs look hot"

"Thanks? — Why are you so obsessed with my thighs?"

"Why wouldn't I be? They look hot. I love when you wear shorts. Kills me every time"

"You're so weird!" She laughed, flipping her hair towards the ground, collecting it in her hands and throwing it back up, doing some sort of twist motion.

"What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"This whole little dance thing you just did with your hair?" I asked, Leighton tying her hair into a high bun.

"I had to put it in a bun somehow. I don't want makeup in my hair"

"You just practically broke your neck" I pointed out.

"No I didn't" She laughed. "Are we sharing the hair straightener or are you leaving your hair?" She asked, pulling out a few makeup products.

"You're doing your makeup first, right?" I asked and she nodded, "Then we could probably share. It's not like it takes me extremely long"

"Should I shave?" I asked her, running my hand over the scruff on my face.

"Up to you" She mumbled back, running mascara through her lashes.

"Do you have to get so close to the mirror? You're in the way"

"In the way of what? You're not doing anything" She snickered, her mascara brush wiggling in her eyelashes.

"God makeup is weird"

"Want some?" She asked, making eye contact with me in the mirror.

"Hell no"

"Why not? You've worn makeup before. Remember when my brother did your makeup? It looked good"

"Because it's my birthday and what I say goes" I put my hands on my hips, not expecting her to laugh so loud.

"Whatever you say buddy" She grinned and I glared.

"You're mean to me"

"Why?! I asked if you wanted makeup, and then said you looked good in it last time! I complimented you! How is that being mean?"

"I think I deserve a kiss after all the mean things you've said to me" I pouted.

"But I just applied my lipstick"

"So?"

"Colby!"

I grabbed her face, placing a rough kiss on her lips, rubbing our faces together, trying to purposely mess it up.

"You're a dick" She frowned and I pecked her cheek, bringing my thumb up to wipe under her bottom lip, cleaning it up a little.

"There"

"You're still a dick"

Leighton and I finished getting ready for the day, both of us mentioning how surprised we were that Gemma left us alone for as long as she has.

"If she fucked up the house, it's on you. You're taking the blame" She warned me, both of us making our way into the living room.

I really did expect the worst, so when we walked into the living room and heard muffled laughter from the backyard, we were both extremely surprised to see Gemma and my dad playing together in the backyard.

I laid on the grass, pulling Leighton into my chest, Gemma and Koki chasing each other around the yard.

"Are you having a good birthday?" She asked, her voice soft.

"I am, why are you asking?" My hand played with hers before resting on her hip, my eyes closing as the sun shined down on us.

"It's the first time I get to spend your birthday with you.. I'm just nervous I'll mess it up I guess"

"How could you mess it up? You're with me aren't you? It's already better than the past 25 years" I chuckled, turning my neck to kiss the top of her head. "The only way you could mess it up is outshining me, and even then I still win" I

"Stop!" She whined, hiding her face in my chest.

"I won't stop telling you you're beautiful Leighton, stop hiding your pretty face from me! You got mad at me for messing up your lipstick, and here you are pressing your face against my shirt"

"Shut up" She laughed, taking her face away from my chest, looking up at me.

"I love you" I murmured, leaning down to kiss her softly.

"I love you too, happy birthday"

"Gemma, say cheese!" Leighton grinned, both of us trying to get a good photo to post on my story.

"Cheese!" She grinned and I quickly snapped the photo.

"That'll do" I laughed, importing the image from my camera roll to my story.

"All of that just to put an emoji over her face" She teased.

"It's my birthday, leave me alone" I stuck my tongue out at her, jumping when her hand pinched my hip. "Can you stop?" I laugh, Leighton setting Gemma down.

"Would you rather birthday spankings?" She asked and I smirked.

"Don't threaten me with a good time"

"Cole!" She smacked my arm.

"You missed" I teased, Leighton rolling her eyes. "What? Remember, it's my birthday" I tried to hold back my smile, Leighton rolling her eyes.

"You're insufferable"

Sam FaceTimed us in the car, wishing me a happy birthday and teasing me about how I let Leighton drive, sparking an immediate defensive conversation about how much I hate being the passenger when she's driving.

"I'm not a bad driver! You're being dramatic!" She declared and I scoffed. "You're just a control freak"

"So let me be in control!" I laughed, Leighton shaking her head.

"That defeats the purpose of a surprise Colby. Sam, one thing you failed to inform me of when I started dating him is how annoying he is!" Leighton called over, Sam laughing.

"He really is a bad passenger unless he's actively doing something else" Sam chimed in, ignoring my glare.

"I am not a bad passenger. I just-"

"Just what? Can't be a passenger?" Leighton cut me off and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't like that you're teaming up on me again" I dramatically declared. "It's like when she first moved in and you were stealing my friend" I playfully complained.

We let Sam go when Leighton pulled into the parking lot, my parents' car parking next to us.

"We're going to an amusement park?" I asked, extremely surprised.

"Well.. it's something you enjoy, right?" She asked and I nodded.

"I love amusement parks, but how did you..?"

"I may have asked Sam what was things you guys used to do all the time that you don't do as much anymore"

"Well thank you, I'm excited. This is Gemma's first time right?"

"Yep, do we want to wake her or should we just wait?"

"Let's wake her"

"If she's a monster she's your problem" Leighton warned.

The five of us got into the park, Leighton and my dad arguing over who was paying, Leigh already warning me that I wasn't allowed today and I decided to just agree and let her be in control.

"Are you excited to go on rides Gemma?" I asked her, expecting her to be ecstatic, so when she said "No" I was taken by surprise. "Why not?"

"Scarry!" She exclaimed and I held back my laugh, hearing Leighton converse with my parents, completely unaware of what we were doing as the five of us

"Why do you think it's scary, bug?" I asked her, holding my hand out for her, my heart melting when her tiny hand clasped mine.

"Big!" She pointed at a roller-coaster int the distance.

"It is big. It's a big kid ride for momma and I" I tried to explain, looking down at the small toddler.

"Gem no go?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Not till you're older. You're too small bug"

"I wittle" She nodded and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You are little. You're gonna be short like your momma"

"Momma no wittle. Momma big" She spoke with this confidence, like she couldn't be wrong, and I loved that.

"Momma is big compared to Gemma, but compared to Coco, Momma's little"

Gemma's lips pursed, turning to look away from me, before her head snapped back at me, her eyes wide.

"Coco! Look!" She pointed at stuffed animals in the gift shop. "Peas?" She asked and I instantly knew I was screwed.

"I thought it was my birthday! Isn't Gemma supposed to buy Coco gifts?" I asked and she shook her head.

"I wittle, I get gifts"

Before I could reply, I felt a hand on my bicep, sliding down my arm and then intertwining with mine, catching my attention.

"What are you guys talking about? You've both wandered off by yourself" Leighton questioned, Gemma looking up at us like she deserved something.

"Gemma thinks I should buy her presents" I stated, Leighton frowning.

"G, Why should Colby buy you presents?"

"Cus Coco oves Gem Gem" She stated and I held back my life, knowing we needed to parent this moment, but god did I want to give her the world.

"Wouldn't it be more fun giving Coco presents? Make him happy? It is his birthday after all" She said and Gemma shook her head. "How about we go have a good day and go ride some things and eat some yummy foods and we'll come back to this gift thing?" She said, Gemma frowning. "Come on, you eat a slushy you'll forget about the overpriced gift shop" Leigh reassured, Gemma's face being all scrunched up with a wrinkle in her nose.

"Slushy?" She asked and I couldn't help but cackle.

"You want a slushy Gemma?" Leighton asked her, letting go of my hand, offering her same hand to Gemma.

"YES!"

The five of us found the toddler a slushy, all of us laughing when she got a brain freeze.

"You ate it too fast baby" Leighton giggled, taking the almost empty cup from Gemma.

"Owie!" She began to cry, Leighton handing me the cup so she could cradle Gemma.

"Give it a minute honey, it'll go away" Leighton kissed Gemma's forehead, Gemma's teary eyes looking over at me.

After a few minutes she was back to her bubbly self, excited about the pretty lights and yummy looking food that other park goers were eating.

"Am I going to get your ass on a roller-coaster, baby?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

"Are you kidding?! I love roller-coasters!" She gasped, a beautiful smile capturing her face.

I felt my cheeks flush at how happy she looked.

"You hate horses, but you'll ride a roller-coaster?" I questioned.

"Save a horse, ride a roller-coaster" She joked.

"I'd rather you ride the cowboy" I spoke quietly, Leighton ignoring me which made me laugh.

My parents hung out with Gemma whilst Leighton and I went on the roller coaster, and to be honest, I was extremely surprised by how much fun Leighton was having.

I expected her to be terrified, but instead she wanted the closest to the back and when I asked why, she said because it was scarier than the front.

"You're an actual psycho" I laughed, holding her hand in mine.

Both Leighton and I threw our hands up, and I caught myself turning to look at her more than focusing on the ride; watching her smile and hearing her scream and then laugh.

Everything about this moment felt so surreal.

She looked truly happy and I felt my mind drifting more towards the ring I had just bought.

We got off the rollercoaster and Leighton expressed how much she loved it, telling me we needed to do it again when Gemma ran up to us.

"Momma! Go ide!" She pointed at one of the little kid rides.

"If you're tall enough"

By the time we left the park, Gemma was extremely grumpy and hangry, throwing a fit the entire way out, completely forgetting about the stuffed animals in the gift shop.

"We can take her and let her go nap and eat if you kids want to go off by yourself for a bit?" My dad offered, surprising me.

"Gemma? Do you wanna go eat nuggets with my dad?" I asked, pointing at him.

"Nugs?" She asked and I nodded, watching her rub at her eye, just like I've seen her mother do a million times before.

We swapped cars with my parents, and this time thankfully Leighton let me drive.

"You're a baby, you know that?" She huffed.

"How can I be a baby, when you're my baby?" I shot back, both of us cringing.

"Was that supposed to sound sexy?" She asked and rolled my lips into a thin line.

"Uh.."

"Oh my god!" She loudly laughed, "Please, never say that again"

"Rude"

"Shut up, we both know that was bad!"

"Shut up" I mocked, glancing towards Leighton, seeing a big smile on her face.

"That's my line!" She gasped, making me laugh.

"I know, it's practically half your vocabulary"

"Well it's not my fault you're annoying!"

"Well it's not my fault you're annoying" I mocked in a funny voice, Leighton's lips pursing before rolling. "Alright, where are we going?" I laugh, realizing we've sat here for too long bickering.

"Well I didn't get dressed up for nothing" She began.

"Okay, and?"

"Can you shut up for two seconds please!" She laughed, turning to look at me.

"Okay, sorry. Why did you get all dolled up for me, baby" I asked, turning to face her.

"Ew! Stop it!" She winced.

"What?" I laugh, watching her whole body shrivel.

"Dolled up, baby" She grimaced.

"You're cute, you know that?"

"Colby! We haven't even got out of the parking lot yet! Zip it so I can speak!"

"But-"

"Zip. It."

"Okay, damn-"

"COLBY!" She shrieked, giggling.

I motioned zipping my lips and locking them.

"So I uh.. I know it's not quite the same, but it still seemed interesting. I found this tarot card reading place? You can like.. get a reading.. and they'll teach you a bit about it? I don't know, it seemed interesting and I know it's not the same as your paranormal stuff.. but I think it's interesting" She began to repeat herself so I spoke up, cutting her off.

"I'm sure it will be fun, and it is actually kind of cool. We've had a few done for video. It should be fun to learn" I agreed, watching her let out a breath of air.

"Really? You're not like... disappointed?"

I shook my head, "So are you interested in witchy stuff or?" I asked and she shrugged, turning to face away from me. "It's cool if you are" I continued, getting her to look back at me, her eyebrows scrunched together.

"But.."

"But?" I egged on, but she stayed quiet. "You know I believe in god, and I know you don't." I started, hoping this didn't bite me in the ass later. "Do you just find tarot card readings intriguing? Or is it something more?" I asked and she still stayed quiet, "Hey" My voice softened, my hand reaching out to touch her thigh, her eyes now looking at my hand as I rubbed the side of her knee with my thumb, "I don't care what religion you believe in baby. Whether you're an atheist or satanist, I still love you. If you think paganism is something you could be interested in learning about, I'd love to explore that with you"

"Really?" She quietly asked, looking up at me from under her lashes, her eyes full of insecurity.

"Babe, I fuck with the occult almost daily. I have no room to judge if you wanna go learn about quote unquote witchy stuff" I chuckled.

"I don't want to be a witch" She said and I stifled a laugh, my chest shaking a little.

"From what I know, paganism isn't being a witch. I think it has more to do with like.. earth and stuff. I don't know much about it like I said, but I'm willing to learn with you. Maybe we'll both become witches burned at the stake" I teased, holding out my hand for her.

She eyed my hand before intertwining out fingers, leaning over to kiss me.

"I love you" She said, my heart fluttering.

"I love you more, now let's go find out our fate"

"You looked like you just had your whole world rocked" I laughed.

"You didn't?! Mine was all like, strength and love and inner peace! I thought that whole thing was bullshit you know. I really thought she was bullshitting me and like.. gave random normal shit you know? But then she started to explain and oh my god"

"Do you think it's telling you your future, or do you think it's planting seeds in your head to try and lead you down a certain path? Like now that you're thinking about inner peace and love, and you're going to become a hippie or are you going to see little things all around you now because you're more hyper aware of it?"

"I don't know but I'm a little freaked out by it. Yours was what... change? and like.... what was yours? Sorry, I'm really caught on my own. I mean, what the hell was that?!" She tossed her hand at the building we were leaving.

"Mine had to do with change, and something fool like and death"

"OH YEAH! You got the death card! I'm wrapping you in bubble wrap. I can't believe you got the death card on your birthday!"

"Well she said death didn't mean literally dying. Just like.. end of an era"

"Death means death Colby"

"Well then I better put a baby in ya before I hit the road, huh?" I teased, her jaw dropping.

"Don't manifest that!"

"Oh, you believe in manifestation now?" I snickered.

"Colby! I don't need two under two!"

"Gemma would probably be three if you got pregnant, by the time you gave birth"

"Can you stop? You're going to make me paranoid! I'm slowly pulling my life together, I don't need a baby right now"

"Even if it was my baby?"

"COLBY!"

"Okay okay, no babies"

"Not yet anyway, I want to be married first" She said, my core tensing.

I opened the car door for her, letting her slide in, waiting for her to move her leg out of the way.

"You still want to get married?" I asked her and I watched her freeze for a moment before turning to look at me.

"Well.. you said— you keep— you don't want to?" She asked and I held my finger up, shutting the car door.

I climbed into the car, buckling her and starting the engine, feeling anxiety build in my stomach.

What if she knows I already bought her the ring?

"Colby?"

"Hm?"

"You don't want to get married?" She asked.

I tried to wrack my brain of how to have this conversation with her without going I bought you a ring already, but instead I was stumbling over my own thoughts.

"I'd marry you in a heartbeat" I quickly spat out, afraid to look at her, not wanting her to read me like an open book.

"Really? But.. you said you never thought about marriage or proposals"

"I never had someone I wanted to think about it for"

She stayed quiet and my heart was beating out of my chest.

"So is it still true that guys only think about the proposal and girls think about the wedding day?"

"I mean, asking someone to marry you is anxiety inducing Leighton. You could be together for years, and they could still say no"

"Do guys hate when girls propose?"

Oh god.

"I think it depends. I grew up always hearing "One day you'll propose to the girl of your dreams" and that I'll have this wedding. When I was younger, It was kind of always in the back of my head? No one ever talked about dating. Or when things don't work out. It's you meet this girl, you fall in love, you propose, you get married, and now you have babies. So in High School I remember thinking "I need to find my one and only love at 14" because we weren't taught that things don't work out. I remember cheating on her and feeling so guilty. Like I just destroyed my whole life, when it wasn't working out, and neither of us knew how to end it. I think if I was raised differently with, sometimes they aren't the one. Sometimes this doesn't work out. Sometimes it's okay to walk away, and really accept change.. I would probably be okay with let's say if you were to propose to me, instead of vice versa."

"So you don't want me to propose to you?" She asked, fiddling with her anxiety ring.

"Do you want to be the one to propose?" I decided to ask, confused why she was clinging onto this idea.

"Well.. I grew up hearing that one day a guy will propose to me and that I'll have this fairytale wedding.. but then life took away that childlike innocence, and it sort of changed my view on how these things work. Why wait for him to propose, if I'm ready? He could say no too" She shrugged.

Oh god, what was she doing?

"What is your fairytale Leighton? If life didn't take away your innocence?"

I saw her eyes get teary, so I held my hand out towards her, letting her hand intertwine with mine.

"What did little you want baby?" I asked quieter this time, a little confused why she was starting to break down.

"To be a princess" She chuckled, rolling her eyes at herself. "That whole big extravagant fairytale. It seems so stupid now"

"It's not stupid Leighton"

"Isn’t it though? That isn't at all what I want now. I don't want extravagant proposals and weddings. I don't want to be Cinderella anymore"

"So what do you want now?"

"I'm going to preference like if we weren't already dating, okay?" She said and I slowly nodded, confused. "I want to find a guy like my dad" She said quietly, wiping under her water line. "He really.. he loved me unconditionally, even when I fucked up. When I was little, and we would do art together.. It's one of my vivid memories with him" She smiled softly, looking over into the distance. "We mixed together this paint and then like.. poured it over a canvas? So it made like this pretty colorful paint splatter? And he was like "Life is the splatter, and the color is the people in it" and I never understood what he meant, and I learned later that life gets messy.. but the beauty in it is the people. It's who you surround yourself with. When I hung out with bad people, my life got fucked, and when I hung around you and Sam and I started working on myself.. the light at the end of the tunnel got brighter. He doesn't look at life like it's hard, but that you have choices. He never told me I had to get married, or that I had to follow this path.. but.. but let me want what I wanted. He let me make the choices, even when they were bad" She sniffled, looking over at me. "You know.. you're the first thing in my life that he knew was good? He's never once made a comment about how you're a life lesson. You're not a lesson to me Colby. I want to get married to live life, not to learn a lesson. My entire family loves you... and that's something I won't find with anyone else. I don't want to find it with anyone other than you. You've seen me fucked up, and you still chose to love me. You love my daughter, the way my dad loves me..." A tear rolled down her cheek, and leaned forward to wipe it away, "The fact that you want to be with me at all, let alone marry me.. it's hard to wrap my head around"

I stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating in my head for probably a second too long, causing her to look over at me.

"What?" She asked, trying to wipe the tears away without smudging her makeup.

"It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that you changed me" I stated, watching her eyes squint. "I met you when I was what, twenty three, twenty four? I still loved to party and hang with my friends... and looking at us now, from where we started.. It's weird to think about. I uh... did something recently that definitely made me put things into perspective. Even talking about marriage with you now, knowing that when we went into the abandoned barn your uncle owned... that marriage wasn't something I would've ever considered anytime soon, to be sitting in this car with you right now, having a whole conversation about it... you changed me. We've had our ups and our downs. You've seen me when I'm stressed beyond belief with work, and I've literally dropped you off at rehab and the reason I know I want to marry you, is because even through all of this... every time you leave, you take a piece of me with you. I used to think my job was my life. Granted it had its perks like all the quote unquote friends and the parties and the fun activities.. but when this all dies down, when we stop and it's just Sam and I... I don't want to say I spent twenty years of my life alone. I know that sounds dramatic, but.. Leighton, sitting in silence with you, is so much better than sitting in silence alone. You're not the only one who has bad days, and I know I don't talk about it with you, and I'm sorry.. but you really do make things better. Having you and Gemma around me all the time makes all of those parties feel so lame" I half heartedly chuckled.

"Can I ask you something?" She said quietly and I nodded, clearing my throat, becoming emotional. "Do you have and or get depression?"

"I go through depression spells, yes" I nodded, feeling my heart race at the thought of confessing this to her.

"You know that doesn't make you weak right? The same way my addiction isn't who I am. I uh.. I've seen you go quiet at times.. I was just nervous to ask. How come you never told me?"

"It seemed minuscule compared to what you were going through" I admitted, hating how she immediately frowned.

"Colby, you can talk to me when shit goes wrong, or if you're not feeling well. Don't compare my issues to yours and belittle yours. Depression is hard, and it sucks. I may have never personally gone through, but I can imagine that it is no walk in the park. Are they long spells?" She asked and I sighed, knowing this was a normal conversation, and that I should be able to talk about it to someone I literally just bought an engagement ring for.

"They differ. Sometimes it's a few hours, sometimes it's a few weeks or sometimes I can feel down and like nothing matters for months. Back in December a few years back, I was stuck in this rut for what was probably three months"

"I'm sorry that you didn't feel like you could share that with me, and I'm sorry that I was too caught up in myself to help you" She apologized and I quickly shook my head, not wanting her to feel shameful or guilty.

"Leighton, I don't expect you to help me. Most of the time I just want to be alone, and I apologize for that in advance. I talk to my therapist, I have an outlet. I don't need you to be my support system" I defensively told her, immediately regretting it.

"Everyone needs a support system Colby" She frowned.

"And I have one"

"And you don't want it to be me" She grumbled, shifting in her seat.

"I don't want to put that burden on you" I tried to explain, but it was no use. I could see she was already pissed.

"That's not your choice! YOU JUST SAID YOU WANT US TO BE MARRIED! OR TO GET MARRIED OR WHATEVER! THAT'S FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE! AND NOW YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE APART OF YOUR SUPPORT SYSTEM?!" She exploded, taking me by surprise.

"Leighton-"

"So what, you can be there for me, and I can't be there for you?! Did you think I wanted you to be my support system?! No! It's just how that shit crumbled and it brought us together! Why won't you let me in on your struggles?! This whole, Leighton's issue is worse than mine is bullshit Colby! Your life can be hard too, without it being catastrophic!"

"Can we please not fight right now" I begged, Leighton glaring.

"You just said you don't want me to be part of your support system! That's bullshit Colby! I don't care if it's your birthday, you're fucking stupid! If this is some dumb macho shit, stop! You're just as important as I am!"

"I didn't say that"

"Then put yourself first! I've known you for almost three years, and you've never once told me that you struggle with mental health issues, and somehow I'm the bad guy for wanting to be there for you?"

"I didn't mean that.. I just.. I barely talk about it with Sam"

"Why? Why is it some dirty secret of yours? So many people deal with depression, Colby!"

"It's not a dirty secret"

"So what, you're too embarrassed to tell your girlfriend that you have depression?"

I stayed quiet.

"Colby" She sighed, letting out a deep exhale. "Why are you embarrassed? Please talk to me. I'm going to push, because if I don't push you, you'll never talk about it"

I groaned, turning to look away from her, only to feel her hand on my arm.

"I love you, you know that, don't you?" She asked and I nodded, not daring to look back at her. "Then please talk to me. There is no reason to be embarrassed that you have mental health issues Colby"

"I know, I know" I urged out, turning back to look at her, not expecting her to be so close to my face.

"Then why is it a secret? So many people would relate to you. It's nothing to be embarrassed of, or to keep hidden and pretend you're fine. Me being your support system doesn't make you weak Colby. It means you can tell me that it's a shitty day and if you want to be alone, fine, be alone, or we can lay in bed together. You don't have to live in silence and suffer alone. The way you wanted to help me with recovery is the way I want to help you with your mental illnesses. It's okay to be bruised. That doesn't make you unlovable, or less of a man. If you found out Sam suffered from panic attacks like you have, or had depression, or was even suicidal, would you think less of him?"

"No"

"So why would we think less of you?" She asked and I sighed, unsure how I feel knowing she now knows this information about me.

"I'm sorry I said I didn't want you to be my support system, it's just... I'm supposed to be the strong one. I'm supposed to be keeping this family together. I'm supposed to be the person you can lean on"

"And you are" She nodded, her hand squeezing mine, "But sometimes even the toughest people need a break. It's okay to need a break sometimes"

"You're not you when you're hungry" I chuckled, Leighton grinning, shaking her head.

"I love you just the same, depression or no depression you're still Colby to me" She smiled sweetly, killing my heart.

"I love you, and I'm sorry for what I said"

"It's okay. Now it's getting late so let me check in on Gemma, and then you and I have a dinner date to attend to.

Leigh left our table to use the bathroom, leaving me to wait for the check, and to drown in my thoughts.

I couldn't get the engagement ring out of my head, and it felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket.

I was practically itching to place it on her finger, but I didn't want to just whip it out here, and have so many people's attention on our special moment. She'd hate that, but I didn't know what else to do.

"Your check sir" Our waiter said, placing a sleek black check holder on the table.

Once I paid, Leighton came back to the table, seeming flustered.

"What happened?"

"There was unwanted noises in that bathroom" She wrinkled her nose, my eyes widening.

"Really?!"

"Yeah. Ready to go?" She asked and I nodded, our hands intertwining as we walked out to the car.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you" She said quietly, leaning her head against my arm.

"It's alright. I needed it" I joked, Leighton staying quiet.

We were driving back home when she turned towards me, "We need to buy you some sort of desert!"

"I think my mom made something"

"Oh"

What's wrong?"

"I feel bad that I didn't do it"

I chuckled, "Baby, you being here is enough. You don't need to run the world today. Like you said, everyone needs a break. I'll have another birthday"

"What if you don't? You did get the death card"

"You've talked about my death today a lot, are you sure you're not the one planning to murder me?" I teased, Leighton smirking.

"It's crossed my mind today after you claimed you didn't need my support"

"I'm not going to live that down, am I?"

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a/n: The toddler face would be covered. I forgot lol

colbybrock: 26 😘

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Once I was back in Nevada I really began to start planning out this proposal to an almost obsessive amount.

"So are these all your failed ideas, or?" Sam asked, looking at my notebook of scribbles and scratched out ideas.

"I don't know what the fuck to do man. I kept looking up ideas, but they were either too cheesy, or too out there, or too extravagant"

"Katrina would definitely want something extravagant, but I can see Leighton wanting something more down to earth? Slower pace maybe?" He suggested and I groaned, placing my hands behind my head as I leaned back in my chair.

"I don't want to let her down. I don't want her to wish I had done something different"

"Colby, I think she'd be happy if you were just laying in bed and asked her to marry you" He laughed, handing me my notebook back, "I get it's a big deal, but if you were having such a casual conversation about it earlier, maybe go that route. Don't pressure yourself into a day, or an event, or the way it's supposed to go. That clearly has never worked well for you guys in the past. Do you want to do it soon, or do you want to wait?" He asked and I groaned.

"I honestly just want to get it over with and I know that's a bad way to look at it, but I've had so much stress about doing it all right, that I just want to let it happen"

"What if you did it on Valentine's Day?" He suggested and I immediately shook my head. "What if you just took her on vacation? Go somewhere and propose there"

"Because she works. She can't just take time off at the drop of a hat"

"Well she lives in California. You have almost everything at your fingertips. What about a beach proposal? Those are popular" He suggested and I yet again turned it down.

"We celebrated her first year of sobriety on a beach before she relapsed"

"So beaches are just forever off limits?"

"It's also cliché" I argued back and Sam rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Colby, if you look at it that way everything is fucking cliché"

"That's the fucking problem! She isn't a cliché, so how the fuck am I supposed to make her perfect proposal"

"What if you recreated your first date?" He suggested, and I knew it wasn't a bad idea, but I had a problem with it.

"I don't even know what our first date was. We hung out so much, I don't know if we really had a first date or if we just started declaring them as dates"

"So what do you want to do?" Sam asked and I huffed, sitting upright in my deckchair.

"I know I want to include Gemma. She's apart of this relationship just as much as Leighton or I am"

"What if you guys made something?"

"What, like a card?"

"You can't ask a girl to marry you through a card, Colby! You might as well just text her the question" He laughed, shaking his head out of disbelief.

"Well I don't fucking know!"

"Aren't you supposed to know Leighton like the back of your hand?"

"I do! Or I thought I did until I had to sit down and figure out a proposal! I just don't want to fuck it up"

"I'm pretty sure if you fucked it up, it would be funny and end up memorable anyway" He joked and I rolled my eyes, wiggling my computer mouse to look at more ideas.

"None of these scream Leighton" I groaned, wanting to throw my computer out the window.

Why was this so hard?

"Colby, whatever way you do it, is your guy's way. You can't compare it to something you know she wouldn't want, even if it is a better story or looks cooler or is more expensive or better for photos. Do something that is very Leighton and Colby. Not I need to impress strangers on the internet"

We both sat in silence for a moment, when an idea popped in my head.

"Do you think sidewalk chalk is dumb? It's how I asked her to be my girlfriend" I asked him, Sam giving me a weird look.

"Sidewalk chalk?" He asked and I nodded, "I mean... It's very Leighton"

It's very Leighton and Colby.

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One more chapter until book 3 starts!

Happy Jail Anniversary to Sam and Colby lol

Written on: January 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th 2023

Published on: January 17th 2023

Word Count: 6982

Part Fifty two

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~Yoshitsune~Main Story Chapter 1~

If you haven’t read the prologue, I suggest you do that first and then start reading this. Also WARNING!!! The following story has violence and attempted murder.

-------Part 1-------

(I’m going to collect the mystical powers that are required to cancel my pact with Tamamo....and I will definitely open my own pharmacy!)

While thinking about my ordinary lovely life, I looked straight with all the courage I could muster.

Yoshino: “Please take care of me, everyone!”

Yoritomo: "If you can answer straightforwardly, that means you're doing well. ----Well, at least for now."

Shigehira: "Are you sure you should be lukewarm with her? The enemy is that Yoshitsune-san."

There is a hint of tension in his eyes as he says this.

(Yoshitsune-sama is....)

-----FLASHBACK----

Yoshitsune: "In order to defeat Yoritomo, I came from the brink of death....by surrendering my soul to an inhuman being."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS----

(Yoritomo-sama's younger brother, right?)

(But he is trying to defeat Yoritomo-sama...... even if it means that he should make a pact with the Karasu Tengu, Kurama.)

Yoshino: "Um, what kind of person is Yoshitsune-sama?"

Tamamo: "I'm curious, too. Even if Yoshitsune has Kurama's powers, he is a force that was destroyed once, and now when he's back, you guys are relying on Yoshino. Are not confident enough to take him down the second time?"

Yoshino: "Wait, Tamamo!!?"

(If you say something like that....)

The rims of Kagetoki-san's glasses gleamed and a sharp look shot through us.

Kagetoki: "It's not surprising that some pea-brain country girl and a jackass fox demon who slept inside a stone for hundreds of years, to not know."

Yoshino: "I'm not some 'pea-brain country girl'... you know what, let's just leave it like that for now."

(His words are so sharp!)

Morinaga: "Kagetoki, don't speak like that to them. They are on our side."

Tamamo: "Yes, yes. Show some respect."

Kagetoki: "I beg your pardon, did my ‘honestly’ let you down."

Morinaga: "Ka-ge-to-ki??"

Kagetoki: "......."

Kagetoki-san took a quick step away from Morinaga-san and closed his mouth grimly.

(He's smiling, but maybe Morinaga-san is actually indicating something else....?)

Shigehira: "You've gone way off-topic."

Yoritomo: "Don't get hung up on it, Shigehira. The one who knows the threat of Yoshitsune best is you. A Heike(Taira clan) who fought him directly."

Yoshino: "Heike...."

(If I remember it correctly, Shigehira-san called himself 'Taira no Shigehira'...)

Even if I'm a so-called 'pea-brain country girl', I do know well that 'Heike' and 'Genji' have been sworn enemies.

Yoshino: "Why did 'Taira no Shigehira' joined Yoritomo-sama, then....?"

Shigehira: "I would've normally brushed off that question saying that ‘it's none of your business', but I'll tell you this much. I fought Yoshitsune-san in the Genpai war and was defeated."

(eh?)

I felt a flicker of blue flame in Shigehira-san's lightly pigmented eyes.

Yoritomo: "Despite his appearance, Shigehira was considered a great general of the Heike clan. The Heiki was already on the decline at that time. It can't be said that it was simply a lack of power on the part of Shigehira that caused them to lose the war, but....It is certain that Yoshitsune kicked the Heiki to the curb and led them off with a flourish."

Shigehira: "I was supposed to be executed there, but for some unknown reason, Yoritomo-sama let me live. So, after all that, we've formed an alliance and I'm here in Shogunate. ...... Do you understand?"

Yoshino: "For now, yes."

(It sounds like a sensitive topic, but I'm not in the mood to ask.)

Shigehira: "The Yoshitsune-san, you're about to face with that confidence of yours is a heedless monster."

(If what you just said is about the time when the Genji clan defeated the Heike...)

Yoshino: "Does that mean, he's incredibly strong..........even before he attained Kurama's powers?"

Tamamo: "Are you meaning to say, that he's a 'one-man army'?"

Shigehira: "That's what I mean. He's already nasty, and now he attained inhuman powers."

Shigehira-san's frowning face had no fear, but only a determination to fight.

(All the others........have the face of a samurai.)

Kagetoki: "....At the same time, I accompanied the sovereign to battle as his valet, under the orders of Yoritomo-sama."

Yoshino: "Did you see Yoshitsune-sama in battle close up?"

Tamamo: "How was it, after seeing with your own eyes?"

Kagetoki: "As he already said, he's insanely good."

(Eh.......)

Kagetoki-san continued his words.

Kagetoki: "He is a general, but he leads the way, wielding his sword fiercely, ready to give up his life. Sometimes he pulls off what seems like a daredevil move. When the men below saw him, they ran after him as if possessed by something."

Morinaga: "There was a rumor at the time that no grass would grow after Yoshitsune-sama had stepped on it. When I saw him for the first time, I was astonished because he had such a graceful appearance and his skill with a sword in battle was superb."

(I can't believe the people who support the Shogunate are saying this much.....)

Yoshino: ".....Such an inspiring person."

Overwhelmed, I murmur, and Yoritomo-sama sarcastically lifts one end of his lips.

Yoritomo: "No matter what the crisis, Yoshitsune is a man who has the potential to turn the tide of war on his own. The fact is that without him we would have lost some battles."

(It's hard to believe that there really is such a person when you only hear about them.)

(But......)

(Yoshitsune-sama clearly had a different atmosphere to normal people.)

-------Part 2 -------

(Yoshitsune-sama clearly had a different atmosphere to normal people.)

Just the thought of those cold eyes on me is enough to make me squirm with fear.

Tamamo: "The soul of Yoshitsune is not that of an ordinary human being, as Kurama said. People like that have no ordinary life."

Yoshino: "And I have to fight such a person...."

Yoritomo: "Are you scared?"

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I'm scared.... (+4/+4)

I'm not scared.... (+4/+4)

I don't know....(+4/+4)

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Yoshino: ".....To be honest, I'm scared."

(No matter how much power Tamamo has, Yoshitsune-sama seems to be more terrifying than I imagined....)

Yoritomo: "You're stupidly honest. But it's better than being lying. Well, for today rest well."

Yoshino: "Is there something you want me to do tomorrow?"

Yoritomo: "Don't worry about it, you can spend your time as you like. I'll give you a room."

Yoshino: "I'm not sure if I'd like that."

Yoritomo: "If you have any inconvenience, tell the maid. If you're bored, I'll arrange a suitable entertainment for you, whether it's music or dance."

(Ehhh)

Yoshino: "That's not what I meant!"

Yoritomo: "Then what did you meant?"

Yoshino: "I just wondered if it was all right for me to wait and fight Yoshitsune-sama. And Yoritomo-sama said that “I'll hire you”, didn’t he? . I can't just sit around doing nothing if I'm hired."

Yoritomo: "......!"

(What? No, wait. I'm having a bad feeling about this....)

Yoritomo-sama stared at me for some reason, and then immediately puts on a happy expression.

Yoritomo: "Heh? If you're that serious, I'll give you a job."

Yoshino: "Really....?"

Yoritomo: "Yes. Kagetoki, if I recall, last night you received a letter from another country requesting reinforcements for the war, right?"

Kagetoki: "Yes, but it is only a skirmish between two small nations. I don't think the Shogunate will have to act."

Yoritomo: "I was tempted to leave it behind, but it's not a bad idea to ingratiate myself with the war effort. Morinaga!"

Morinaga: "Whoa, are we on?"

Yoritomo: "Yes. Take Yoshino with you and check on the situation."

-------Part 3-------

Morinaga: "Whoa, are we on?"

Yoritomo: "Yes. Take Yoshino with you and check on the situation."

(Me!?)

Yoshino: "Wait a minute! Why are you sending me to the war all of a sudden?"

Yoritomo-sama smiles at me when I raised my voice in question.

Yoritomo: "You said you wanted a job right? You know what they say---- "It's better to get used to something than to learn it."

(That's right, but----)

...........................................

Yoshino: "Isn't it a bit harsh to just throw me here, without any experience?"

I was dumbfounded by the stuffy atmosphere of the battlefield.

Morinaga: "Sorry you have to do this, Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Please don't apologize Morinaga-san."

We are in the main camp where the battle has just begun.

Morinaga-san listened to the reports from the soldiers who came incessantly and gave instructions to the troops.

(I heard that he has told the soldiers around me that I'm accompanying him as a pharmacist...)

(I feel like I'm being stared at from a while ago. It's not the right place for me to be after all...?)

I wondered if Tamamo being in the same position would be ordered to accompany me as I did.

But he was to stay at the palace because he was to teach Yoritomo-sama the details of Kurama's unusual ability.

Yoshino: "Everything happened so suddenly. ....... Is Yoritomo-sama always such a forceful person?"

Morinaga: "Except when he's wearing a catsuit."

Morinaga-san smiles with a freshness that would not be out of place on a battlefield.

Morinaga: "Hmmmm, but I don't think Yoritomo-sama sent you into the battlefield out of spite."

Yoshino: "....Then why?"

Morinaga: "The first time you fight, even the bravest warrior cowers in fear. And you're an untrained town girl. It's best to be familiar with the battlefield if you want to be able to survive if the unexpected happened."

Yoshino: "Ah....."

The memory of the night when we all first met, played in my mind.

-----FLASHBACK-----

Yoritomo: "Are you okay, Morinaga?"

Morinaga: "Yeah...the wounds are not deep...but, just be careful with that wind. They are like blades..."

Yoshitsune: "Adachi Morinaga, the fierce warrior. ....I'm impressed at how well you avoided them. It's a bit of a shame to kill you. If it hadn't been for the circumstances, I might have enjoyed playing with you more."

------FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(At that time, Yoritomo-sama and Morinaga-san were calm, even though it was the first time for them to see, Yoshitsune-sama's different ability.)

(Maybe that's because they've both been on the battlefield many times and been in danger.)

Yoshino: "It's true that on the battlefield you don't always have someone with you. So I'd better get used to it soon..."

Morinaga: "This is a small war, and as long as we are in the main camp we are not likely to be overrun. I'm sure you're was aware of that, right?"

Yoshino: "If only Yoritomo-sama had said that from the beginning, it would have made things a little easier for me...."

Morinaga: "That's who he is."

When Morinaga-san saw the next messenger rushing in, he stood up and replied as a matter-of-factly.

(Of course, I don't know anything about samurai or the people of the Shogunate yet.)

And a few minutes later....

(At first, I wondered what was going to happen, but then I realized the sun was setting...)

Morinaga: "Yoshino, Thank you for looking after the injured ones."

Yoshino: "No, please. It's the least I can do."

In the middle of the day, I took care of the wounded and moved around, and the time passed very quickly.

Morinaga: "Thanks to you, I think we're about to win."

Yoshino: "Really!"

(Good, that means we can go home safely...!)

But the joy was only short-lived-----

Soon there was a sense of unease in the main camp.

Morinaga: ".....Strange how noisy the front line is."

As if to affirm Morinaga-san's words, the number of injured people had increased than earlier.

(I'm managing to hold on to it for now, but if it increases any further I'll run out of medication.)

(What the hell happened.....?)

Scouts: "Morinaga-sama! It seems that the enemy has received reinforcements. The number is about a hundred!"

Morinaga: "Hundred? That's too much of a response for me. It’s almost the same as receiving a thousand reinforcement."

(A thousand.... that's how strong the enemy is?)

Morinaga: “.....Yoshino.”

-------Part 4-------

Morinaga: “.....Yoshino.”

Morinaga-san turns to me after I take a breath.

Morinaga: “Will you leave the battlefield for the time being with your escort?”

Yoshino: “What about Morinaga-san....?”

Morinaga: “I’m going to help my allies on the front line.”

(Mm.....)

Morinaga-san’s words are filled with a strong will.

(I’m anxious to leave Morinaga-san, but in this situation, I have no choice.)

(Even at this moment, there are people waiting for help.)

(Let’s at least try not to slow them down!)

I clench my trembling hands tightly.

Yoshino: “....I understand. But please be careful.”

Morinaga: “Yes. Same to you.”

.........................

I leave Morinaga-san and head for the rear with the escorts that were appointed for me.

It’s been a while since I’ve had to hold on to an unaccustomed horse and make it run...

(Huh? I think they’ve got a message.)

As soon as one of the soldiers came riding up and said something, the others began to murmur.....

Yoshino: “Um, what’s going on?”

I asked the soldiers who were nearby.

Soldier 1: “Actually..... We’ve been informed that the rear supply convoy may have been targeted.”

Yoshino: “Eh.”

Soldier 1: “If the rearguard, which keeps track of the battle and supplies the troops, is compromised, it will be a great blow to men who are fighting now....!”

(That’s....)

I think of Morinaga-san and the other soldiers I left earlier.

Soldier 2: “We can’t leave them behind. We must protect our allies. Let’s go!”

Soldier 3: “Our first priority is to protect Yoshino-san. And the quickest way is the beastly road, but it is too dangerous for those who are not used to riding horses!”

(I’m slowing them down....)

I opened my mouth out of frustration.

Yoshino: “...Um, if you can find someplace where I can hide, please leave me there!”

Soldier 3: “But....”

(My voice is trembling...but...)

(But the other soldiers are fighting for their lives. I can’t stand in their way.”

Yoshino: “If there’s a fight, it’s just as dangerous with you all, and I don’t want to inconvenience you by my presence. I’d rather have you come and get me after the fighting has died down....”

The soldiers looked at each other and kept their mouths shut.

After a short silence, one of them spoke up.

Soldier 3: “....What Yoshino-san said is true. Soon it will be night and the war will be over. Rather than keeping her with us, it would be better to hide her in a safe place. I’ll show you the way, just follow me!”

Yoshino: “Yes!”

A short walk into the forest and I was guided to...

Soldier 3: “There’s a hut over there used by the local hunters, so take cover. In case of emergency, send up a smoke signal....Please bear with us, we will come for you after everything is over.”

Yoshino: “....Thank you, please be safe!”

As the soldiers disappear, I realized that I was completely on my own from hereon.

(I’m worried....)

------FLASHBACK-----

Morinaga: “It's best to be familiar with the battlefield if you want to be able to survive if the unexpected happens."

------FLASHBACK ENDS------

(For the time being, all I can do is stay here and wait for the soldiers to return.)

(If anything goes wrong, I’ll create a smoke signal. ....So I should be fine.)

I told myself so and headed for the hut through the undergrowth.

When I opened the door----

???: “Who are you.....”

(Eh!?)

In a dimly lit corner of the room, a soldier lay in agony.

(His injuries are severe!)

Yoshino: “Are you okay....?”

As I ran up to the soldier, I noticed a flagstaff that had fallen beside him.

(This is....)

(...No doubt, this is the sign held by the enemy!)

Soldier: “Little girl...? ...What are you...doing..here...?”

Yoshino: “Me...”

(In case if he finds out I’m an enemy he’ll surely kill me.)

When I involuntarily step back, and my back hits the door.

Soldier: “Wait. .... I don’t know what town you’re from,.... but.. you can’t leave until the war is over. ....”

Yoshino: “Eh.....?”

The soldier remains limp, as if he has no energy to move, and throws out words of advice.

(This person is....)

(Even if he doesn’t know that I'm the enemy, he’s still worried about me when he’s the one who’s wounded.)

(I could save him with some medical attention.)

(But that’s not an act you can show to Morinaga-san and his friends who are risking their lives fighting the enemy.)

(What should I do....)

Soldier: “Nghh......”

Yoshino: “........”

Even as I hesitated, the blood from the soldier’s side pooled on the floor.

(I.....)

I took out a piece of cloth I had prepared in case of emergency and applied first aid.

Soldier: “Wh...What are...you...doing...?”

Yoshino: “Please stay still. I’m a pharmacist.”

(I don’t know the correct choice right now. But I’d rather be wrong than regret it....)

....................

After a while....

(I’ve stopped the bleeding for now... but there are a lot of scratches. I have to wash and dress the wound so it doesn’t get infected.)

(I’m sure there’s a river nearby, isn’t there? I have to go out for a bit....)

Yoshino: “Can you wait here for a moment? I need to get some water.”

Soldier: “Ye...Yeah...”

I left the injured soldier inside the hut and quickly headed for the river.

..................

(This is....)

The empty plains were a haunting sight.

A number of broken arrows pierced the ground, the remains of dead soldiers being burned by the fire, testifying to the fierce battle that took place.

(I’ve finished fetching water, I must get back to the hut as soon as possible...)

I pursed my lips and was about to hurry when---

???: “What are you doing here, fox princess?”

(This voice...)

From behind, a bone-chilling voice comes with a mysterious aura. I have felt this same feeling before, and I’ll never forget it.

(No way....Is ‘he’ is here...?)

It was as if the temperature had suddenly dropped and I was sweating so hard I couldn’t even look back.

Only the sound of footsteps approaching on the grass is very clear.

(....I have to run away!)

I force my stiff legs to move, and I start to run as if I were rolling---

Yoshitsune: “Stop.”

Yoshino: “Ah....”

He pulled my arms tightly, turning me around and the impact made me fell to my knees on the spot.

Yoshitsune: “It’s a much quicker reunion than I thought.”

Yoshino: “Yoshitsune...sama....”

Eyes like purple crystals looked down at me.

(...Such cold eyes...)

I tried to turn my head away in horror, but a hand on my chin prevented me from doing so.

Yoshitsune: “I joined the war on a whim, but I didn’t realise there was a hidden enemy lurking in the background.”

Yoshino: “So...the ‘enemy reinforcements’...are actually the rebels?”

Yoshitsune: “We didn’t bring enough men to be an army.”

(Speaking of which, Yoritomo-sama said....)

(.....He said Yoshitsune-sama could turn the tide of war to his favor by putting himself in any critical situation.)

(That’s why the war situation went downhill so fast!)

Yoshitsune: “Does you presence mean that the Shogunate has come to this battlefield?”

Yoshino: “That’s...”

Yoshitsune: “Is he here?”

A chill runs down my spine at the sheer intimidation.

Yoshino: “....Yoritomo-sama is not here.”

Yoshitsune: “----Really. Then it was the fault of Yoritomo-sama that he let his precious trump card slip from his hand.”

Yoshino: ‘Ahh....”

The tip of his sword was kept right on my throat and I stopped breathing.

My skin crawls with fear and my body trembles.

Yoshitsune: “.....You can resent me, Yoshino.”

Chapter 2

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden yoshitsune #ikemen mc #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #main story translations

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nivenor-krosis · 3 years

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OC Interview : Amala

Introduction

Can you introduce yourself?

I am Amala, a member of the Shyhold staff.

What is your gender identity, orientation, and relationship status?

Oh! Well, I see myself as a woman but have enjoyed the company of both men and women. I am officially single (wink wink)

Where and when were you born?

I was born in Ferelden 28 years ago.

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

Knowledge ! And I know how to use a dagger. A deadly combination.

And finally, are you happy?

You know what ? I think I am.

Family and friends

What is your family like? What is your relationship like with them?

My family is all over the place. My mother died in childbirth years ago, and my father has been raising us with the help of other elves from the alienage. All my sisters work as maid or servants for some lords or other as far as I know. I’m very close to the youngest, Risa. I had two brothers but one died during the Fifth Blight and the other is… What’s the next question, please ?

Have you ever run away from home?

Haha. Did I ever want to get away from six other siblings and an overprotective dad ? No, of course not, perish the thought.

“Would you want to get married or have children?

I uh… Maybe, but someone in my situation shouldn’t think too much ahead.

Do you secretly hate any of your friends?

Hate no. Sometimes wishes they would mind their own business ? Hmmmm yes.

What friend knows everything about you?

That would be Ninette, we share out quarters together and she began working at Skyhold at the same time I did. I swear, you chose the wrong person to do this interview, she knows me more than I do myself !

Asked by fans

Can you read and write? Did you go to school?

I do and I thank my father every waking moment for forcing us to learn to read and write. I went to a private school in order to serve the best houses in Orlais and get good recommendations.

The scariest prediction you made that later came true?

That my brother Fayne was going to cause nothing but trouble… I would have given anything in the whole world to be proven wrong.

What is something you embarrassingly realised too late?

I apparently snore very loudly when I sleep, so Ninette tells me...

Do you have mental or physical problems?

My back hurts like hell, not a good sign for a maid like me. And my shoulder sometimes dislocates itself, charming image, no ?

What’s your main goal right now?

Helping out the Inquisition in any way that I can.

Choices

Drink or eat?

Oooh food! But then the wine…. but the cheese… but the ale...and the cakes…

Both ?

Cats or dogs?

Did I say I was born in Ferelden ? I had no choice but to like dogs. I do love those stray cats that live in Skyhold, which makes the winter less harsh to live through. And they can sit on my lap without breaking my knees, which is nice.

Optimist or pessimist?

There’s enough pessimists out there, don’t you think ?

Sassy or sarcastic?

You tell me!

HAVE YOU EVER:

Been caught sneaking out?

I have, but it only made me better at it! At the sneaking part, not the uh, getting caught part. You got that.

Broken a bone?

Oh yeah broke my shoulder once, a horse ran right through me. The cats and conversation with Warden Blackwall are the only reasons I get close to the stables...

Did you get flowers?

I did, and still do sometimes ! Sometimes it’s genuine and sometimes it’s just someone trying to gain access to the keep. I’ve long learned to spot the difference.

Ghosting someone?

The horses.

You pretended to laugh at a joke you did not get?

Haha that’s what my whole job is about !

This is so much fun and actually really useful to get content for OCs ! The credit for Amala’s faceclaim goes to the wonderful Joanne Froggatt and her character in Dark Angel.

Should I tag ? I feel I should tag

@morganlefaye79 I know you did one already, but I also know you have a plenty more OCs, so go crazy ;)

@inquisitoracorn I get the feeling this could be useful for you...

#dragon age #dragon age oc #myoc #Amala #Interview!!!#this is fun!

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dooandpoo · 3 years

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Boo’s clown thoughts about Dan

I just re-watched the Heartthrob video from 2018. I have listened to Dan and Phil playing Heartthrob in 2021. I have watched compilations of Dan and Phil’s liveshows and ✨ gay moments ✨ throughout the years. I am officially qualified to make reaching assumptions about Dan’s psyche, and his taste in men 💅. (I am a clown.)

Dan hides many of his feelings under sarcasm. This essay is predicated on a combination of assuming many of his jokes are actually his real feelings, and also taking into account things he has said with sincerity.

First, he wants to fix people. His whole perspective of Bobby changes when the card “never been kissed” is added — Dan gets all soft and literally says “that’s a game changer”. Phil thinks the same, suggests that everything else of Bobby is bravado, to which Dan heartily agrees. Dan loves himself some 💪 meaty men 💪, but gravitates more to the men that seem soft or personable. “Never been kissed” is a big deal for a cool sexy rich guy in high school, and Dan just knows that he could take care of him. It brings Bobby back down to earth, makes him feel real, makes him someone that Dan could relate to. Dan is obsessed with cleaning, takes forever to plan things, gets worked up when things aren’t perfect, must be in control. But he’s drawn to the imperfect, knows that he can do something with it. Someone that’s already perfect isn’t interesting to Dan. But Bobby, who’s rich and sexy but never been kissed? That’s interesting to Dan, that’s someone he can work with.

Dan is a gold-digger 💷💰 (let me explain). Even before the kissing detail is learned about Bobby, Dan chose him to go to the party with just because he’s rich, because his house would be cool, and Dan could pretend to like him for a night of luxury. Dan is a minimalist, he enjoys things to be simple in his life (as stated in the pizza mukbang video), but he loves opulence .... but not for himself. This is fascinating — Dan doesn’t parade his current wealth around, actively works against it. But. He wants to go to a party at a fancy house with a pool, hang off the arm of some cool guy. He wants to have a “team of stylists” for red carpet events to choose his outfits and dress him up all pretty for the world to see. He loves his fancy trips to beautiful places. He gives his Sims elegant and gaudy accessories and furnishings, splurging in a way he never would in real life. This boy loves him some extravagance and attention, wants to parade around looking like a snack, even though most of the time he prefers being low-key.

Dan loves cultivating a specific image for himself. He spent much of his teenage and young adult life trying to fit in, making sure his hair is perfect, making sure his photos are from the perfect MySpace angle, not being “gay”. His Instagram is a wall of black, broken up by only a few things. This is partially because he doesn’t like choice, can’t commit to things when it’s his decision. He can’t choose something “wrong”. See the mukbang video where Phil suggests just picking different clothes from along the line in his closet, and Dan says “that’s how you get ensembles that look like this” indicating Phil’s absurd get-up. Dan can’t imagine just throwing things on willy-nilly, he must present a completely unified vision of himself to the world. In the Attitude shoot, he was devastated that he couldn’t wear the cool boots, that his hair was too long. He secretly wished that it was a nude or horny photoshoot, joking about this during their first Stereo, because he wants to be noticed in that way. He wants to be seen as sexy and cool, he loves it. He wants positive attention. His mid-2020 thirst post on Instagram is a perfect example of this, playing it off as silly when he clearly was really into it. He does this with most of his photos, needing to look a certain way so that the world sees him as cool and sexy even when he’s masking it behind sarcasm. He knows he’s cute, and flaunts it, even though “flaunting it” means he has to be in control of everything all the time.

Let’s go back to the 2018 Heartthrob. One of the boys’ personality traits is revealed to be “can’t wait to have kids”, and Dan is not having it. 🙅‍♂️ Now, Dan would describe that as his fear of commitment. But let’s look closer. Earlier that year, Dan and Phil met Louise’s newborn baby. Both boys go completely gooey the entire time, entranced by her. Dan gets this look in his eye when he hands Pearl to Phil. He watches Phil closely to make sure he’s holding her correctly, hovers and touches her, needing to protect and feel the inherent trust of a baby. He and Phil keep smiling, and then Dan — out of the blue — gets a far away look and comments that there will be phanfiction of him and Phil adopting a baby. Dan was thinking about having a baby with Phil. But he’s scared, because even though Dan would take care of his baby so well, he’d probably worry his ass off making sure the baby has everything. It’s not just the fear of commitment, it’s that he can’t trust himself to do it “correctly”. Even though he’s been with Phil for years, I think Dan second-guesses himself constantly. A baby, or even a dog, for that matter, would send his anxiety into overdrive, because he can’t be in complete control (even though he’d be the best dad and partner ever).

Time to think about thot Dan. In the end, Dan is horny. He visibly reacts to each of the Heartthrob boys that have their “guns out”, and doesn’t easily deny that he’s interested in Bobby for his arms. And Phil knows that. When Dan asks Phil why he thinks Dan chose Bobby ... Phil stalls. Phil does his best to justify his guess that Dan likes Bobby because of his random personality traits, because Dan would like being driven around in a nice car and to ask Bobby about his dream of being a secret agent, but Phil clearly thought Dan would choose Bobby because he knows Dan loves the meaty lads. Phil knows Dan well enough to know that this boy loves him some skin and some muscle showing. (Hmm, interesting that Dan likes his boys meaty 👀, and frequently refers to Phil as such, even at the beginning of this very Heartthrob video …. hmmmm ... says he’d like to receive a lapdance 💋 from Phil “for the spectacle” .... hmmmmmmmmm.)

Back to “commitment” 💍 issues. During a liveshow from the early danisnotonfire days, Dan is asked for relationship advice. Here, he is surprisingly honest and serious. He says to not stay in a relationship where you’re not happy. It seems simple, but Dan really digs deep here. Dan says that if you’re not going to marry a person, don’t stay with them for even a day longer. Dan said that. Dan is scared of trusting others, he is constantly sarcastic and talks about himself disparagingly, but he is self-aware enough to know that he wants commitment. He wants someone to love him forever, to be by his side. That’s why he says there’s no point in remaining in a relationship if you and the other person can’t see yourself together in 50 years. And Dan had been with Phil (in whatever way that means for them) for a few years at that point, completely comfortable with each other. They were already making huge decisions together, like living together and moving to London and starting a radio show and considering moving to New York together. Dan had committed to Phil at this point, knew that he could see himself still with Phil in 50 years. And Phil had committed to Dan, regardless of if Dan felt sure of that or not.

Even earlier than that, Dan had told a fan on formspring that he loves sleeping in the same bed as other people, not even in a sexual way. He loves human contact, sharing space 😌. We know this because he’s so open to hugs with his fans, wants people around to make him feel safe (by people I mean Phil), and is so exasperated by quarantine because he needs more touch and contact. (Tangent — Phil also loves physical touch, as stated in an old liveshow when he said he prefers cuddles to kisses, and is very handsy 👐 with Dan.)

This doesn’t end in physical touch though. He needs other people around. He wants a companion through life. He misses Phil when he’s gone because he’s scared of the house being empty, because Phil makes him feel safe. He wants another person in his bed because it feels nice to be with someone, knowing they’re there. He wants to have someone to work with, to connect with, to make music with, to share moments with. And now this boy has all of that. He has for the last ten-odd years. But this is scary. Dan isolated himself growing up, built barriers between himself and everybody else. He needs to be control of the situation at all times, embarrassed when he’s not. Dan uses self-deprecating language constantly, complains about his inability to connect with people. But he has Phil. Every day they’re together, I think Dan accepts just a little more that he can deserve happiness, that he won’t lose Phil, that Phil is not temporary. Phil shows him that he is worthy of affection, physical and otherwise, that Dan is allowed to reach out and it’s safe to do so. Dan doesn’t have to be alone anymore, he can reach out and Phil is there.

These nonsense ramblings are just to say that Dan has the perfect life partner in Phil. Phil balances him out, lets Dan be himself loudly and quietly, jokes when Dan is too serious. Phil will never leave him, proving that every day, making plans with Dan in mind. Phil is confident and self-assured where Dan is not. They ease each other’s anxieties, approach their fame in similar ways. They genuinely enjoy being together, not just in their personal life, but professionally as well. They are a perfect match, soulmates. 💕

#i refuse to tag this as d*n and ph*l in case those two lurkers see it #this is complete clownery #i know this and accept this #we can't know what's actually going on in these boys' lives and honestly that's a good thing #this is just for fun #and because it makes me feel soft #i relate hardcore to Dan #so I'm projecting sjkhhsdajfl #long post #mine #rambling

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In an abo world do you think deans an alpha or omega, what about sam?

Hmmmm for me personally I've always seen Dean as an alpha and Sam as an omega.

I just think it fits their dynamics best as a pairing. Dean is constantly caring for Sam and being generally fiercely protective, literally killing people if it means Sam's alright and threatening anything and everything that brings any sort of harm to his baby brother. That just always screamed an alpha looking after his omega vibes.

Even ignoring their dynamic and looking at them as individuals, I think dean fits alpha and Sam fits omega really well.

Dean has generally quite a possessive personality (see Baby, and Sam ofc), and he is very determined to protect what is his (John nd Sam in the first season especially, his family was all that really was his). Hes incredibly loyal to the things that matter to him, and very much possessive of them which screams alpha to me. Dean's also just incredibly confident and self assured, obviously he has 'chick flick' moments here and there but generally hes very confident even in the worst situations - being sarcastic and throwing out jokes - whereas Sam seems to panic a little more.

Sam fits the omega personality type a bit better I think. One of the central traits of omegas is to want validation and love, and Sam searches for this in every relationship he gets into (ruby, jess, that werewolf girl in heart who he literally knew abt 48 hours nd was already very attached to). And obviously at the end of it all though, hes very attached to his alpha (dean) and would do literally anything for him. When an omega is without their alpha for long periods, they fall apart usually and struggle to function. We have seen this so many times with Sam.

The shis generally also tries to paint Sam as this really sweet and caring person and dean as someone a bit more tough and closed off, mirroring basic omega and alpha traits. I also do think that while Sam would be an omega, he would have adopted a few alpha traits - partly from John being determined to make him go against biology and act like an alpha, and partly because he was raised around two men who had very strong alpha characteristics and it would be natural for Sam to pick up some of these traits (the central one I believe being leadership, bc Sam is an amazing leader even though this is usually more an alpha trait). Dean obviously picks up some omega traits from looking after an omega his entire life too, like his nesting instincts in the bunker and too extend his desire for validation (not so much from sexual partners, mostly just from the things that are important to him like his family, he doesn't go and seek love and validation from pretty much anyone whereas Sam kinda does).

But yeah, that's my personal opinion on it apologies that this is so long lmaooo

#this got too long and rambly #sorry lololol #sam and dean #sam winchester #spn #dean winchester #supernatural #wincest #john winchester #a/b/o #mywriting

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damienward-ffxiv · 3 years

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FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #14 - Commend

Stepping around a giant rock Damien lets out a heavy sigh and rolls his eyes once they fall upon the violet gaze of Antoinette who was leaning against the rock. “What now? I’m busy.”

“I know. Though I don’t understand why you are wasting your time with such a menial job, finding some old woman’s son’s necklace?” Antoinette shakes her head and sighs, “We need to continue your training. Or have you forgotten the threat to this star is growing?”

“I’m aware, Antoinette, but that doesn’t mean I can’t stop to help those who need it.” Damien responded quickly looking around, “And by the way stop with the mind tricks, the horrible visions, and nightmares. They do nothing but irritate me.”

The Elezen shrugged her shoulders and pushed off the rock, “They are simply motivation to remind you of what’s to come if you don’t take this threat seriously.” Antoinette passed him and then sighs, “Hmmmm. Damien?”

“What?” He turned around to see her pointing at a cluster of men approaching in ragged assortments of armor and weapons.

Within moments the men were upon them and surrounded the two brandishing their weapons, clearly to intimidate them, four of them in total and the one that looked to be the leader finally spoke, “Well well what have we got here? You picked a bad time to get lost.” He gives a toothy grin and his fellow comrades let out a chuckle.

“Quite the contrary, I think you picked a rather bad time to find us.” Antoinette retorted, “I’m in a terrible mood, but I commend your little show of bravado here trying to scare us into giving up our valuables before you kill us anyways.” She beings to clap her hands sarcastically.

The leader frowned clearly not entertained by her mocking as he stepped closer with his sword at the ready, “I don’t like your attitude.”

“That you think your opinion means anything to me is insulting..” Her tone dripped with irritation as she held out a hand in front of her and within a second it was engulfed in flames before she turned it to the side and blasted two of the men with fire that burned black and red. Their screams of agony echoing out through the desert of Thanalan as they fell to the ground and tried to extinguish themselves in a futile effort. Before the leader could even react she was upon him and with ease drove her hand into his chest and ripped out his heart... she examined it for a moment before dropping it to the ground as the man’s corpse fell over.

The last remaining bandit then quickly turning to run away.

“No you don’t!” Damien exclaimed as he drew his gunblade and attempted to give chase only to be stopped in his tracks by Antoinette’s hand on his shoulder.

“Let him go. We have more important things to worry about, like finding that necklace so you can return with me to Ishgard and continue your training.” Another sigh was given from the woman as she flicked the blood from her hand before adding, “I really hate Thanalan.”

“That we can agree on.” Damien says as he looks around at the dead bandits and how easily she disposed of them, “Good job...”

“Thank you.

#ic #ffxivwrite2021 #Antoinette the Voidsent

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missingartist · 4 years

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Witcher’s Mate Chapter 16

It wasn’t how she thought she would be making her way back from the tavern, on the shoulders of a very disgruntled man. Her annoyance grew with each person who pasted them, some gave her piteous looks of sympathy, other disgusted glared and most laughed and joked.

‘You didn’t have hit him.’ Adva grunted out, weakly kicked out at Geralt as he marched down the road, ignoring the looks from passerby.

‘Hmmmm.’

‘Geralt let the fuck go.’ Adva growled squirming in his hold.

‘Respectable ladies don’t swear.’ Geralt bit out, and a short sharp slap echoed again the tree that lined the road as the Witcher’s hand came down firmly on her backside.

‘Geralt…Arghhhh’ another slap came down on her bottom. ‘Geralt!’ the wide eye women gasped and tried to manoeuvre her way around and shove his hand away from her rear, but the Witcher hold kept her effectively restained in a tight grip, one arm clutching her around the knee and the other hand firmly placed on her behind.

‘Since I am your ‘patron’ I can discipline you as I wish.’ Another blow jolted against her skin. Causing her to gasp louder this time.

‘Jaskier said that I didn’t…’ Another smack.

Adva growled at his brutish behaviour, as Geralt began to massage the area that he had just assaulted. They had not been hard, but just enough to pass an electric shock from her body and for a moment, stop her struggling. For a moment she thought about blasting him across the road, but in his state with whatever was wrong with him, it was no telling what might happen. Triss had told her that Witchers were made to resistant magic, and using it against him might make him angrier.

Listening carefully, she could hear him muttering under his breath, about Triss and Jaskier but mostly about her. ‘why couldn’t you just behave…the things I have done to protect you…that dress…what a prick…bloody bard…gonna tie you to the bed…cold bath…need to up my dosage…burn that dress, no tear it to shreds…no I’ll lose control….I can’t…I’m too weak…I need.’

Adva was convinced the Witcher had lost his mind as they made their way up the gravel path to Triss’s manor. Not a single candle was lit which made the house look desert and the probability Triss might intervene pretty much zero. Vague she wondered is there was anyone home at all, Triss might have had a meeting with the Marquis which meant she would have given the night off. Which meant she was alone with a possibly demented and powerful Witcher who had dragged her out of a tavern after punching out a Earl and slapping her arse. Adva held her breath as Geralt ascend the stair with heavy footsteps against the oak panels. In the dark and on the shoulders of Geralt, it was hard to tell precisely where they were going. With several long strides, Geralt entered a room and placed feet by his bed before he began to pace, crossing the room in three long strides.

‘Geralt what the hell do you think you are doing? What gives you the right to….’The scolding remark died on her lips as he stopped in front of her. Geralt eyes were wild and frantic, his body seems to be shaking, and his chest was rolling with a continuous growl like some beast. It terrified her. Never had she seen a man look so….so feral. Take a step back she moved across the side of the room, he didn’t follow, but his black eyes remain fixed on her as she watched him observed her quietly.

Geralt let his eyes roam over her. The dress was perfect; it showed off her curvy figure, and the colour was hers. The vibrant red compliment her paleness and made her blue eyes shine—a vision of pure beauty. The bodice pusher her tits up and showed them off though the fine material. With every heavy breath he was sure they would spill out. His little mate was delicious, so lush and fertile, staring up at him with wide glistening eyes, lips parted and chest heaving. Then he remembers, her flaunting herself in the tavern letting the men drool at her wearing that, he would have to destroy it, after all, he was the only one that should be able to see her dress like that.

‘You wore that into town’ Geralt lowly spoke. It was deadly calm as he continued to circle her, with slow and heavy footsteps.

‘Geralt…. You are scaring me.’

Geralt stilled at her side in the dark she couldn’t see him, but the silver beams of moonlight let her see his form shrink back from her with a muttered ‘I am sorry.’

The sound of his voice was so small and scared, it made Adva’s heart clench. In the dark, she could see the Witcher move to sit of the bed, even with her eyes she could barely make out the mans features. The figure was slumped and hunched over himself.

‘Geralt can you light the fire. Please’ Adva tentatively asked as she threatened at the end of his bed.

‘No’

‘Please’ she begged.

Adva watched as the spell was cast and the room began to glow with a soft orange hue. Revealing the pained Witcher staring determinedly at the floor. Adva watched the man for a moment he seemed to have calmed down or at least his eyes were no longer a solid black. Slowly she moved till she was kneeling in front of him she covered his hand in hers. Adva was surprised her did pull away, but his eyes still were trained ahead and refused to acknowledge her. For several minutes she tried to get a response from he remained passive. Huffing in frustration, she gripped his head between her palms and forced it towards her, Geralt eyes slowly focused on her. They were sad and melancholy matching his features which were pinched and tired.

‘Geralt, you have to tell me what is wrong, …please.’

‘I can’t any more… it's too painful to stay away…. Adva I find you totally and utterly beautiful and captivating; I want you to be mine. Every time I am near you, all I want to do is touch you…please put me out of my misery.’ Geralt lovingly declared with as much tenderness it almost made her want to cry.

She blinked several times and inhaled deeply, ‘Are you drunk?’ She sniffed the air, but all she could smell was pure Geralt, a mix of earthy and spices, warm and soothing.

‘It disgusts you.’ Geralt sneered and pulled his hand away from hers. Flinching as if he touched burnt him.

Adva had never seen Geralt like this. She had seen angry, wrathful, serious, sarcastic and even on occasion bashful and happy but now he seemed injured, hurt. The revelation was as much of a shook to her as anything in her life, never had she thought she would get that answer from him. It was said with as much hope and sincerity as anything she had heard; she dared not to believe it. Uncertainty surged deep within her, Geralt was not the type of man who would lie and lead her on, he knew what he wanted and took it, by why would he, after all, this time tell her now. If his feeling were effecting that much, why try and fight it? Was he ashamed of his feeling and want to hide them? Or some notion of not wanting to take advantage?

‘No no, I am just…very confused. I thought you and erm Yennefer…’

Geralt leaned forward with a stern face ‘I. Adore.You.’ The word seemed to be sounded out as if they were unfamiliar and strange to him and to make the statement all the more solemn ‘I wanted to protect you, but I am a selfish man an in the tavern….I….I want you all to myself… I need you all to myself.’

Adva gazed across at him; his face remained firm and impassive, golden eyes always moving, taking in every minute detail of her face as a wave of emotion crashed down onto her body. Never had she thought anyone would say those words to her, she was dreaming surely. The thought that this beautiful man wanted her filled her with joy, casting away all the self-doubt and uncertain. Did he really like her like that? Could he?

Geralt watched in hope, but the silence was her answer; his little mate was repulsed and sickened by him. Shifting up Geralt nodded, face emotionless and grimed. ‘I understand. I will leave in the morning. Triss will…’

Geralt stopped as her mouth pressed against his. The feel was almost indescribable; plush full lips moved against his trembling, all velvety and soft. Wide eyes slowly drifted closed as he curled his arms around her curvy form and pulled her against him, his mouth playfully teaching against her inexperience mouth softly humming as she moaned so prettily for him. Slowly he let her weight push him back onto his back to have her straddled his waist, groaning as he felt her body pressed against her.

Pulling back, blue eyes met gold. Geralt couldn’t help but smile as she blushed a crimson red, shielding herself with her mane of curls. Reaching up, he drew her hair over her shoulder so he could look up at her as she beamed down at him. Adva laughed as he stared down at Geralt; his face lighted up in a gorgeous smile as his eyes glazed up in adoration. Bringing her hand up, he traced her cheek, groaning as she felt the warmth of her flesh underneath his fingertip the way she leaned into his touch, yearning for it.

Entangling his hand in her hair, she leaned up, brushes his lips once more against hers, trailing Geralt flipped her, so she was on the top as he let his hand roamed her body. Geralt smirked against lips as her body shivered in desire as his hand caressed her arse firmly, growling into her mouth as he ground into her. His other hand rubbed and massaged her hip and side, occasional brushing his hand against the swell of her breast. Adva panted hard as she pulled back, her lips tingled as she tried to catch her breath. Geralt looked at her with hooded eyes his hands still caressing her delicate flesh; the thin barrier meshed of her dress made her roll her hips in frustration wanting to feel flesh on flesh. Gazing up at his eyes stood transfixed, and with shaky hands, she tumbled with the strings of his tunic, fingertips tracing the lines of his chest, stroking the muscles with a lustful curiosity.

The Witcher leaned up and dragged his nose across her throat, as he tore at the shirt he wore, more caring as she pulled the shredded remains from his body. The smell was intoxicating him and gave him a high he didn’t know was possible; he was unable to wipe the smile from his face. Follow his nose he found the spot that he wanted to mark, it oozed her sweet smell, once they perform the ritual and he sank his teeth in right there she would be his, that thought alone was enough to make him nearly come in his pants.

‘I could smell you that you touch yourself, your scent was drenched into your skin, the lust, the want... the frustration. Did you play with your clit, finger yourself, tease your nipples. God that smell. I bet you did all three? My greedy little Goddess.’ He nuzzled her throat. ‘Hmmm? Yet, still, you couldn’t come, could you? Need me, don’t you? Tell me to stop before its too late.’ Geralt grunt out against her neck as he rocked his hips into her.

‘Please… don’t stop’ Adva gasp into the hair on the top of his head, she buried her face into the silk strands, clinging to him for dear life.

‘Hmmm’

Pulling back, his eyes roamed over her; her clothes were rumpled and disheveled, her skirt was bunched up around her waist. She was panting hard with a deep blush spanning across her neck. Curls were tousled and fingered through to giver her an untamed beauty. Reaching out he combed his figure through her hair ‘I am going to take care of you, my needy little nymph …’ Geralt whisper against her lip ‘But after that, I am going to worship you,

Geralt flipped her over and pulled up her skirt and settled himself between her legs. ‘Love, anything you don’t like to tell me.’ Kiss ‘You have no idea how many hours I am going to spend worshiping and exploring your body. I am going to have you laid bare in front of me. Only for me to see.’ Geralt smiled as a furious red blush smeared its way against her skin, making it glow. ‘But for now, I will satisfy myself with this.’

Pinning her hip to the mattress with his, the Witcher position her legs as far apart as they would go, slowly rolling his hip against her core, his golden eyes searching her face. They only barriers between them were her underclothes and his breeches. His cock pressing against her heat as the sounds of panting and soft moan filled the air as their hip ground into each other. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help but give herself over to the sensations that poured across her body. The friction was almost unbearable, sinfully good. Thrusting her hips up to his another wave of pleasure tingled against her core as she felt his hard hot throbbing cock. As his cock brushed up and down, she could tell how long and thick he felt against her, biting her lips, she stared at him as he stared down at her, brows furrowed in concentration.

Though his trouser he felt how drenched her core come and it clenched and pulsated against him ‘gods you're wet.’ He muttered, eyes pressed shut tightly, as he tried to focus on her pleasure. He easily he could come just like this pushed against her heat, but this was about her, about making her feel the exquisite pleasure that he had brought to her. Adjusting his hips, he placed his cock firmly over her clit and teasingly bucked against her, sending her into a series of shivers. Adva’s body convulsed and trembled; she inched closer and closer to the edge. Her small hand gripped his shoulder, his hips, his arse, the sheets and the pillow she rested against. The pleasure was too much, too good, so many feelings run through her to care about anything other than the overwhelming pleasure she felt.

‘Geralt….I cant….I’ she cried, nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to wiggle away from the overpowering feeling that was building up in the pit of her stomach.

Geralt pressed his torso down on stopping her from escaping his ministrations ‘You can’ he gritted out, his pace never faltering as his hips pitoned against her. ‘Come for me, Little Flower, My Little Goddess, my Nymph moaning for me so prettily.’ He purred, driving his hips forward to chase her release.

The feeling came out at her from no were. It was crushing and brutal, nothing like anything she had ever felt. It rolled over her in waves of heat. Her pussy tightened around nothing as the Witcher’s hips continue to rub his cock against her, pushing her through the tremors that wreaked her body. Adva was vaguely aware of Geralt soothing tones cooing softly at her and one of his hands gently gripping her face as she came, eyes unable to look away from her face.

Feeling the bed dip beside her disturbed Adva from the tremendous pleasure she felt rippling through her body. Forcing her eyes to open, lazying her eyes lingered and the golden skin of Geralt. His eyes never left her face as he draws her limp form onto his chest and arranged the blankets over her body. Adva smiled at him in her daze as he doted over her comfort. With her last ounce of strength, she snuggled deeper into his body, her thigh brushing against the thickness that hung heavily between his legs.

‘Geralt…I can…’ Adva glanced up biting her bottom lip.

‘Shhh, we have all the time in the world, little flower.’ Geralt purred, pulling her body tightly to his.

Notes:

I was supposed to update tomorrow, but honestly, I could stop myself.

Thanks to everyone who liked my last chapter @uncoolcloudyhead your comments always make my day same with you @ayamenimthiriel

I hope you like this! I will try and update the next chapter Wednesday.

As always please leave a review xx

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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immj2 02.11.20 lb

this fucking episode my dudes. i just went through it like...

business maharani is doing some more bitchification of bhaabi, ki dekho phir nikal gayi aapke peeche. even used the same lameass mandir excuse, the idiot, instead of coming up with something new.

hubs like riddhima is a major pain in the ass, but she's MY PAIN IN THE ASS, where isss sheeee, why isn't she back yet???????? is she ok????????????

ishani getting a call about someone in the hospital and......

bitch, it's her friend who's in the hospital. why the fuck would anyone call ISHANI of all people if riddhima was in the hospital????

lo aa gayi.

gujarat registration gaadi waale bhaiyya was a careful driver. unlike literally everyone else on tellywood. good for him.

concern!maxxxxxxxxxxx about her haalat.

asks about her bleeding hand and she's like i'll tell you if you tell me about how YOUR hand got hurt. noice.

again, rrahul's not putting on the vansh voice in this scene and it's 300% more watchable. for the love of god stop directing him in a way that impedes his performance!!!!!!! LET THE MAN MOVE HIS FACE AND TALK IN HIS NORMAL VOICE!!!!!!!!!!!

cliche dialogue about “shareer ke ghaav jaldi bhar jaate hain par dil ke ghaav..........”

this asshole is like yeah who would know that better than me???? BITCH WHAT IS THIS, THE TRAUMA OLYMPICS???

she's thinking ki yeah, i'm not gonna fall for your fakeass parwaah anymore. good. i like. she needed this stupidass illusion of her's broken longggggggggg back.

ohohohohoho ib waala mangalsutra breaking and slipping off trope idhar bhi hai.

“tooti hui cheezein kabhi kabhi dobara nahi judti.”

dialogue maarke chali gayi, lol.

but notice she's the one who caught it anyway. which makes me think she's gonna choose him/this relationship YET AGAIN. *deeeeeeeepest sigh in the world that sucks up all the oxygen in the atmosphere*

“jaise mera dil.”

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH.

“lekin ab waqt aa gaya hai bohut se cheezon ko sahi karne ka.”

again, he looks menacing and all, but is probably just talking about making sure all the paperwork is up to date for upcoming end of year audits. he's a very rich accountant, remember???

ragini's medical reports have come.

lol being married to ishani is taking yearssssssss off angre's lifespan. roz naya tension, naya drama.

also, angre refers to vansh as "vansh bhai" when talking about him to ishani, but calls him "boss" when referring directly. interesting. veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy interesting. you guys need to sort out that relationship, my dudes. it's the only stable, healthy one in this whole damn show.

ishani is like you're his right hand, what the hell are you doing about riddhima spying on him and getting all up in his business???????? dang, this might be the first conversation they're having about their only common interest: vansh's well being.

also i notice ki shivaay ke saare shirts angre ko diye gaye hain. huh, the shirts must have a kanji eyed wearer clause in their contract.

“mujhe shakti dijiye ke main apne emotions se upar uthke sahi ke saath khadi rahoon.”

damn, first time i've had a lil respect for riddhima. i mean, i know ultimately it's all gonna go to shit, but she's trying.

lmao a dhaarmik aarti version of the title track is playing. a version for every situation!

“main ragini ko bacha ke rahoongi. yeh mera aapse, ragini se, aur apne aap se vaada hai.”

YESSSSSSSSSSS BITCH, SISTERS OVER MURDEROUS MISTERS!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG WHY WON'T Y'ALL JUST DRESS HIM LIKE THIS, LIKE ARNAV, WITH THE SHIRT AND SWEATER COMBOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PLS GODDDDDDDDDDDD STOP DRESSING HIM WITH THAT STUPID SCARF WAALA BLAZERRRRRRRRRRRRR I BEG OF YOUUUUUUUUUU

he's talking to some shadow (def a woman) about how they're his humraaz about the whole ragini issue and nothing is hidden from them and how everything is going as they planned and the story will end soon.

it might be siya but omg i hope to goddddddddddddd it's ishani. i really really reallly want it to be ishani and see the hot demon siblings do some scheming and planning together. the sibs that conspire together, stay together!!!!!!!!!

menacing growling about riddhima and how he needs shadow chick's help in "handling" her, so that she doesn’t leave the house.

“chaahe VR mansion uske liye jail bann jaaye, i don't care.” cool, real healthy. also copied from this week's naagin 5. i'm telling you, these two shows be copying their homework off each other.

vansh leaning real hard on how he trusting shadow chick. hmmmm. reallyyyy hope it's ishani. though can’t say i wouldn’t be delighted if siya also turns out to be just as fucking twisted as him.

ofc ms. snoopy here has come to snoop. SIS TUM THAK NAHI JAATI KYA ISS SAB SE. MUJHE TOH DEKHTE HI THAKAAN HO GAYI HAI AND I NEEDS ME SOME GLUCON D.

“ragini riddhima se jeete-jee milna toh door, usse dekh bhi na sake.”

uh a little too late for that my man, lol. your girls already had a catchup session this afternoon. they're going for brunch and manis next weekend!

oh ho, she knows that angre's gone out. so this is def someone else in the house. DAMN, I'M REALLY INVESTED IN THIS SHADOW NOW.

yaaar, kya haalat bana rakhi hai shivaay ke room ki. best room hota tha iss set ka, aur isko bas ek random space banaa rakha hai.

ASLKFJSLDKJFLSDKJFLDKSF

this fucker crazyyyyy. like fulllll on flipping cray cray!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wow ok he's shaking from rage. more unhinged than i've ever seen him. which is really something. something scary as fuckkkkkkkk.

kudos to riddhima for just being like same old, same old, instead of being scared. i'm really liking i-give-no-fucks-riddhima.

DUDE. THIS FUCKER HAS COMPLETELY LOST IT.

also knife play copied from shivaay. this dude like a much much worse version of shivaay. never thought that would be possible, but never say never with ITV and the year 2020.

ok i don't like this angry version of him that's outta control, all shaking and growling and panting. not only is it really bad acting, it's hard to take seriously as menacing. ppl are always scarier when they're ice fucking cool with their anger.

blah blah blah some more growled warnings and riddhima and i are just here like............. “ok and????”

she's not even allowed to leave the room.

oooooh brave sis questioning him back and provokingggggggggg himmmmmmmmmm. got a death wish, this one, but i like her like this. i was sick of her just collapsing all over the place weeping. thaaaaaank god she found her longlost backbone.

“tum jaise haiwaan ki baat kabhi nahi maanungi.”

sarcastic slow clapping and slightly turned on by this show of dheentness.

“chalo aaj tumhari bahaaduri ko celebrate karte hain.”

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

“piyo, zeher nahi milaaya hai ismein.”

OK NOW THAT YOU SAID THAT I'M DEFINITELY THINKING THAT YOU HAVE.

omg ridhhimaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you idiottttttt.

ok he's def put something in it. his face almost looking pitying as he takes the glass back.

“jaao. jahaan jaana hai jaao. nahi rokunga tumhe.”

ohhhhhhhhhh boy.

dslkfjsdlfkjdslkfjdslkjflkd her legs don't work no moreeeeeeeee.

THIS FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. JESUS CHRIST THIS CRAZY ASS FUCKING D;SLFKJ;SLDKFJ;LDSKJF;LDKJ

EVEN THE CHANNEL PUTTING BIG BOLD DISCLAIMER OVER THE SCENE LIKE THIS SHIT IS SERIOUSLY UNHINGED AND FICTIONAL THE CHANNEL ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT CONDONE THIS FUCKING MADNESSSSSSSSS

I CANNOT STOP SCREAMING THIS FUCKERRRRRRR IS OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS THIS THIS SHIT IS MAKING 4 LIONS MEN LOOK LIKE SOFT CUDDLY LIL SOFTBOIS I AM LITERALLY GOING OUTTA MY MIND WITH RAGE AND ANGUISH WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

i need a break. i seriously need a break to go cuddle my cat coz my god this deranged fucking showwwwwwwwwww.

ok cuddle break done. i’m not feeling any better but at least the tears of blood have stopped flowing from my eyes?

all i gots to say at this point is that CHEELANSHU SINGHANIA FROM NAAGIN 5 WOULD NEVER DO THIS. ONCE AGAIN SANKIIII CHEEL BOY >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> HUMAN MEN.

“haiwaan hoon main. rakshas hoon. aur rakshas kuch bhi kar sakta hai.”

electric chair for you, dude. ELECTRIC FUCKING CHAIR, GREEN MILE STYLE.

he literally gave her a paralytic.

“isse ek luxury relaxing spa treatment ki tarah enjoy karna.”

OMG I WISH I HAD SOMEONE MAKE ME SLIP INTO A PARALYTIC COMAAAAAAAAAA WHAT ELSE COULD A GIRL WANT FROM PRINCE CHARMING UWU TRUE WUVVVVVVVVV

omg inn paplu taplu ka chip waala naatak abhi bhi chal raha hai BIGGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED IN THE HOUSE YOU IDIOTS KEEP THE FUCK UP LITERALLY NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR SADAA HUA MEMORY CARD ANYMOREEEEEEEEEE

anyway they decide to put it in the bank locker. omg why though, under the mattress was suchhhhhhh a safe and secure spot!!! badal kyun rahe ho tum log?!?!?!!?!?

“good morning.”

sis, lower half is paralysed. haath abhi bhi kaam kar rahein haina??? PICK UP WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU CAN GET YOUR HANDS ON AND HURL IT AT HIS FUCKING HEADDDDDDDDDDD

“don't worry, bas kuch der ki baat hai. uske baad tum apne pairon pe khadi ho sakti ho. main tumhari help kar deta hoon.”

TELLL HIM SIS. TELL HIM TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY AND NEVER EVER COME WITHIN A 3 DISTRICT RADIUS OF YOU.

“phir se zidd. tumhara naam riddhima nahi, ziddhima hona chahiye tha.”

ok can't deny i lol'd at that.

OK NO BACK TO HATING HIM. PUNS WILL GET YOU NOWHERE WITH ME, YOU BLOODY PSYCHOPATH.

“abhi toh bas ek chota dose diya hai jiska asar sirf 10 ghante rehta hai.”

oh how sweet. such a considerate husband. Star Parivaar Pati of The Year you are. haan behen, aur rakho aise pati ke liye karwachauth.

“agar baat nahi maaani, toh agla dose double hoga.”

seriously though, where can i get one of these? all i want is to be put in a coma so that i don't have to be conscious anymore. esp with the USA election today............ give me a 5x dose, daddy.

YEAH RIGHT LIKE SHE'S EVER GONNA CONSUME ANYTHING YOU OFFER HER EVER AGAIN LOL

“tum chaahe kitni bhi koshish karlo vansh, main tumhe ragini ko nuksaan pohunchaane nahi dungi.”

determination toh behen ka top classssssssssssss hai. where do ppl get such mental will from? i face the slightest inconvenience and i need a 6 hour nap to cope.

LMAO VANSH YOU DUMBASS YOU LEFT HER WITH HER PHONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. YOU KNOW SHE'S A SPY AND HAS SOMEONE ON THE OUTSIDE. YOU WANTED HER NOT TO GET TO RAGINI BUT NOW SHE CAN JUST CALL WHOEVER SHE’S WORKING WITH TO GET RAGINI THE HELP. GOD, BEWAKOOFON KI TOLI HAI YEH SHOWWWWWWWW.

ab yaad aayi kabir ki. my god, he seems like such a mellow weirdo now compared to vansh, just into some casual costume-changing and quasi fratricide. almost a tolerable level of deranged compared to this other fucking madman.

sent a voice note to him.

SHE HEARD SOMEONE COMING AND FLUNG THE PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM INTO A PILE OF CLOTHES. OH HO WHYYYYYYYYYYYY, YOU COULD HAVE LITERALLY JUST HID IT BACK UNDER THE PILLOWS WHERE YOU FOUND IT!?!?!??!?!?!?

“hi riddhima! tumhe iss haal mein dekh kar, dil ko bohut sukoon mil raha hai.”

asldkfsjflkjdslfkjdl i honestly love her the most. she's so fucking petty and hilarious.

ishani is like thank god bhai has seen fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinally seen your real face.

“sirf vansh ne hi nahi, inn sab mein maine bhi vansh ka asli chehra dekh liya hai.”

“kya matlab hai tumhara?!?!!”

ok, i'm thinking ishani is shadow girl. from day 1, she’s wanted riddhima to see vansh in a certain way; as someone dangerous, the way he projects himself. (as opposed to dadi and siya who want her to see his soft side.) this statement from riddhima makes her wary that did she get close to the actual truth. INTERESTING. VERYYYYYYYYY INTERESTINGGGGG.

she's now grumbling about how vansh treats her much better than she actually deserves. I REALLY WANT MORE INSIGHT INTO THIS BROTHER SISTER RELATIONSHIP THEY HAVE IT'S SO INTRIGUINGGGGGGGG

le, kapde chale gaye laundry. phone ke saath.

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precap: kabir listened to the voice note and now him and mummy are in panic about ragini disclosing the truth about 3 years ago. RE DEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. OFC THESE TWO WERE INVOLVED IN THAT KAAND TOO. LITERALLY EVERY ONE IN THIS SHOW IS A DERANGED MENACE TO SOCIETY.

kabir coming to meet riddhima.

but ofc.

ugh she turned back saying “K.........” and he's like there's literally no one in this house whose name starts with K.

*facepalms for allllll eternity till my godforsaken face itself falls off.*

i think i’ll go watch s2 of mirzapur now. i need something ~~~light and fluffffffffffy~~~ to take my mind off whatever the FUCK this was.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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afewnovelideas · 4 years

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Drakestroke: The First Summer Vacation (part 10)

(Previous)

- approaching Columbus, OH -

"Personally, I think Shakespeare is overrated."

Jason shared a scandalized gasp from the other car.

"How can you say that?" Jason whined. It was a good thing Slade was driving this leg of the trip because Jason was getting agitated.

Tam shrugged. "Because he is," she insisted. "Sure some of his works are 'timeless classics' but I really don't feel like he should be placed on pedestal and exalted as the greatest playwright who ever lived over other more interesting ones before and since."

Slade nodded "I can respect that perspective. I don't agree, but I respect it."

Tam yawned and stretched as best she could in the car. It was what... Two... Three in the AM? "Plus, some of his works are just really awful."

Jason sputtered. "Blasphemy! Which ones?"

In the background Tim snickered from the passenger seat while his mother drove. He was wide awake and helping Tam monitor for cops and speed traps since she was getting tired but this conversation was just too entertaining. He filed away "criticizing the Bard" in his head under "ways to get immediately under Jason's skin" for future reference.

"Titus Andronicus for one. Timon of Athens is another. Oh and don't even get me started on Cymbeline."

Jason went quiet as he contemplated Tam's least favorite Shakespeare plays. Slade spoke up. "I can understand distaste for Titus and Timon. Titus is like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre of Shakespeare and Timon is incredibly depressing. Not something you read or watch for pleasure. However, I don't think I've seen or read Cymbeline." He glanced at Jason. "Have you?"

Jason shook his head. "Definitely never seen a performance. I don't think I've read it either. What's it about?"

"Umm..."

"Problem?"

"Well... It's kinda hard to put in words. Imagine if Shakespeare decided to put all his previous plays' plots into blender, added some cross dressing, threw in a copy of Snow White, and then hit the frappe button. That's Cymbaline to me."

Tim glanced back at Tam. "So... if Titus Andronicus is the Texas Chainsaw Massacre of Shakespeare, does that make Cymbeline the... I dunno... The Scary Movie parody of Shakespeare?"

There was a long moment of silence between the two cars. "What's going on over there?" Janet asked suspiciously.

There was a long suffering sigh from Rose. "They're making me download the fully cast audiobook of Cymbaline."

Tam groaned. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

---

The next three hours forced a change of heart in Tam over Cymbeline. It ended up not being so bad, so long as you were enjoying it with other salty sarcastic fans of theatrical stories who helped riff the entire production with you.

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"Wait... What's the Queen's name?"

"She doesn't have one."

"Why?"

"Cause she's the villain?"

"That doesn't make sense. Even Disney villains have names."

"I guess Will didn't care enough about her to make her a proper noun like the rest of the cast."

---

"Why is this play called Cymbeline when it has little to do with the king Cymbeline and everything to do with the princess Imogene?"

---

"Wait wait wait... So what Imogene thinks is a headache medicine is what Queen thinks is a deadly poison, but that is actually a sleeping potion?"

"You know calling it a headache medicine is actually not inaccurate."

"How do you figure?"

"No matter what it is, if Imogene takes it she won't have a headache anymore."

---

"Umm... Did Imogene just blow off Clouten by saying he wasn't as good a one of her husband's ugliest outfits?"

"That was a really dumb insult."

"That's because it's actually a really dumb foreshadowing."

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"Oh my god! Posthumus you stupid gullible dumbass!"

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"Ah! I see the Snow White reference now."

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"Oh look! A headless corpse!"

"Dressed in her husband's really dumb foreshadowing."

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"So the only one in the entire court who recognizes Imogene dressed in boy's clothing is the butler?"

"Imagine if Cymbeline was Bruce, Posthumus was Dick, and Pisanio was Alfred."

"Ok. I can see it now... But does that make Tim Imogene?"

"You shut up right now. Why can't Steph or Cass be Imogene?"

"One: Because we all know neither girl would put up with even a fraction of the shit Posthumus and the other jackasses put Imogene through. If either were Imogene then they would rewrite the play to where Cymbeline is eventually overthrown by his daughter due to his own stupidity and hubris and all stupid men are sent into exile and it'd probably be a better play."

"Fair. And two?"

"Two: I've seen you pull off successful cross dressing disguises. I can totally see you pulling off a guy-dressed-as-a-girl-dressed-as-a-guy disguise that can fool B if you really wanted to."

"Hmmmm..."

"Wait, are you considering it?!"

"Maybe...?"

(Continued)

#fanfiction #drakestroke #janet drake #janet drake is a good mom #tim drake #jason todd #slade wilson #rose wilson #tam fox

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A pretty perfect date:

Is that a napkin or the tablecloth? Sorry, it just looks like he’s not using a napkin lol also I’m sorry about the poor quality of the screencaps

The fact that he has to ask her what does she like to do, reminded me they really don’t know each other. I mean, yeah this is their first official date but not the first time they’ve had alone time to talk and get to know each other. And of course they don’t know each other, since this is ep 5 and they met 3 eps ago.

I’m just being salty annoying here for no reason other than she’s clearly not into this date and her mind is still very much in that appartment with Lee Soo.

A refusal/rejection is coming! She says that if this were the past, she will date him and get her hopes up about the prospect of liking him but... CEO stops her and implies *wink wink* you never know, she could like him for real. hmmmm ‘kay.

Wooyeon: “I won’t be able to have a good relationship”

CEO: “Then how about we do a test? I’ll be the man you can test on”

Me: *gasps*oh my goodness, such improperty!

Wooyeon: “I won’t do something like that.”

Me: she’s being pretty clear about this. Like really, I can tell she doesn’t want to.

CEO: “You said you don’t dislike me.”

Me: Yeah, you need a clear answer for what you’re looking for. A YES for consent, my man. A vague answer or a timid one is not a yes. And not saying NO is also not a YES. What’s happening here?

“Any heartbreaks I’ll have to face is something I’ll deal with. Then, at a certain point, you’ll learn to like me. Because I’ll make that happen.”

I- um, what?

Wooyeon: You sound so confident I almost trust you.

CEO: “I’m just acting like I am so you’d trust me.”

Yeah. I’m not torn anymore. I’m on team Lee Soo hahahahaha

Let me explain. CEO is still a great good guy, if a bit pushy (thanks to @fierycavalier and her post for planting that idea in my mind, and I’m not being sarcastic, I’m genuinely thankful). This is more personal than anything, which I don’t tend to do when talking about dramas hahaha BUT I've met someone that mr CEO reminds me of and... well it was not a joyful experience. I’m not saying CEO is gonna go crazy or obsessive or anything like that, but going forward I know that, from time to time, he’s gonna have this vibe(or attitude?) that I just don’t like in men. Hey, we all have our reasons/things.

I hope Mr. Nice remains Mr Nice and Perfect TM till the end of the drama, that way I can feel bad for him and his broken heart instead of just jumping out in happiness when Lee Soo and Wooyeon end up together. Because I know they will, I’m positive.

I hope that you’d be honest, dear Lee Soo, by the end of the drama and say you hate the word “friends” when it comes to Wooyeon. I hate seeing him sad omg

#more than friends #kim dong jun #shin ye eun #ong seongwu #kdrama #seriously i'm sorry for the bad quality of the images hahaha

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What He Holds Dear Ch. 2

Summary: Word around the city tends to spread like wildfire. Everyone knows Illinois keeps a lot of secrets. Up until now his lack of a constant weakness has kept those secrets under lock and key. But now he has a fiancé. The Host is a foreboding force in the city with many of the Author’s enemies looking to get revenge. And word spreads fast that the Host is dating a doctor.

A/N: It’s Valentine’s Day. Instead of doing an all-couples event like I did last year I’ll focus on just two of them.

Warning for kidnapping, and a very scared Eric.

Chapters: 1, 2

Chapter 2: Disaster Date Night

Eric was having a normal day. It was Valentine’s Day and Illinois had promised Eric an amazing dinner.

Which to Eric. Illinois could have taken him to a fast food restaurant in sweats and Eric would have thought it was the most fancy thing in the world.

But he’d been given a suit, one that didn’t quite fit him but he had put it on. Illinois took him to a really nice Mexican restaurant and Eric felt so nervous and out of place, and thought that Illinois looked so amazingly handsome.

Currently his only real problem was that he was so enamored by Illinois just being there that all he was contributing to the conversation was smiling and nodding.

But eventually he slipped off to go to the bathroom. A combination of actually needing to go and the anxious claustrophobia of other people in the room.

So he walked into the bathroom and while he was washing his hands, noticing that some dirt had gotten into his nail, he was hit in the back of the head by some force and in an instant he was out.

The next time Eric came to, he had a minor headache blooming in his head. He felt disoriented and scared. Everything was black and in that fear, his hands started making little explosions. Since they were tied behind the chair he was sitting on, his arms and back bloomed with pain.

And he wasn’t the only one.

“Fuck! Fuck! Stop!” In Eric’s panic he didn’t recognize the voice. It was Dr. Iplier. He was tied back-to-back with Eric. The young man’s hands almost on top of the Doctor’s arms. Iplier’s eyes were similarly blindfolded.

A strong smell was placed almost right underneath Eric’s nose and as he inhaled the substance it calmed him down, magically drugging him so he stopped freaking out.

“Hey kid,” Iplier tried to help. “It’s me, Iplier, you okay?”

“Hmmmm,” was Eric’s only response.

Iplier gently tapped Eric’s hands before gently taking it. Eric’s hand felt dangerously warm. But he was calmer — by force — he couldn’t keep hurting the doctor.

“Who’s there?” Iplier demanded. “I know someone’s there! What did you do to him?”

“He’s merely calmed with a very mild sedative,” a voice told him. “You’re welcome.”

Iplier tried to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. It sounded distorted.

“Look, I hate the Author but this is dangerous, you fuckers are all crazy. If we don’t clear out fast enough.” One of the voices, a deeper one, sounded angry.

“All we need is information,” another voice, slightly lighter but no less determined. “That’s the important part.”

“I’m not saving you if this goes tits up,” the mobster grumbled and walked over to Dr. Iplier. A smile on his face.

“Okay lover boy, let’s make this easier for all of us,” the mobster grinned and grabbed Iplier by the hair roughly, craning his head up. “We’ve got some questions. You’re the old bastard fucking that freak of nature aren’t you?”

“That’s none of your business,” Iplier spat.

Iplier got punched in the face for that, making Eric whimper in fear at the sound of Iplier getting hurt. He was trying to fight the haze over his mind but it felt like a weighted blanket he couldn’t kick off.

“Don’t be a smartass,” the mobster snarled. “Everyone knows who you are. You’ve shacked up with that sadistic freak.”

“He’s not who you think he is,” Iplier insisted.

“Yeah I bet he’s a real sweetheart,” the mobster patronized. “A Libra who likes to take long walks on the beach.”

Iplier gritted his teeth and fought the urge to sarcastically remark that Host wasn’t a Libra.

“If you could ask the real questions, we would appreciate it,” the second voice ordered.

“I could shoot you and I would probably get away with it,” the mobster snapped.

“We outnumber you right now, don’t try it.”

At that comment, Iplier tried to listen for another person but there were no signs to let him know if the person was bluffing or not.

“Fine,” the mobster snapped. “To hell with you and your stupid questions. Is the Entity’s body dead?”

“What?” Iplier asked.

He was punched in the face again, this time breaking his nose and making him scream in pain and anger.

“The Entity,” the mobster growled. “Is he dead?”

“How should I know?” Iplier snapped. “I’m not that asshole’s doctor.”

The mobster opened his mouth to speak, which is precisely when an aluminum bat made contact with the back of his skull. Cracking the man’s skull and killing him instantly.

Then the Host glared at the only other occupant in the room, a demon hunter in a mask. The hunter took a fearful step back at the sight of the blood running down from the Host’s face and the narrations that left them as metaphorically bare as a newborn, and felt the muzzle of a handgun pressed against the back of their head.

“Our turn for questions, asshat,” Illinois threatened.

“Ills?” Eric was semi-roused from his haze.

Illinois glanced at him, “Just taking out the trash, dulcito.”

“Illy,” Eric pleaded, starting to cry and limply started to struggle in his chair.

“Illinois should tend to his fiancé,” the Host told him and with a signal from the Host the Entity dragged the hunter through and into the Void for a nice, long interrogation. The hunter’s scream echoing in the room as they were violently and painfully dragged in.

Illinois raced over to Eric, waiting for the Host to thoroughly clean up the blood and evidence of death from the mobster before lifting his blindfold. “Eric, dulcito, honey. I’m here now. Don’t worry I’m here.

With a few, careful words the blindfolds and binding disappeared and Iplier blinked in disorientation.

As delicately the Host could he used his words to reset the doctor’s nose, setting it back to normal. Then with a few more words all the people in the room disappeared from it and suddenly appeared on the back balcony of the Manor.

Eric and Iplier were sitting on the comfiest seats as their partners stood in front of them. Illinois rushed back in to comfort Eric as the Host hovered around Dr. Iplier.

“I’m so sorry I let them take you dulcito, can you ever forgive me?” Illinois begged desperately as he frantically kissed Eric’s hands, almost begging wordlessly for permission to move further up his arm. “Did any of them touch you?”

“I-I’m fine,” Eric was hiccupping through his sobs.

“Does the Host’s doctor have any other injuries?” The Host asked. “The Host regrets not being able to remove the assailants sooner.”

“I,” Dr. Iplier paused. He knew that the two of them had killed his assailants. Iplier knew it, and the Host knew it. “I’m fine.”

“Is the Host’s doctor sure?” The Host asked.

Unsure of what would actually leave his mouth, he nodded.

The seer let out a controlled sigh, “The Host could not bear it if his doctor was grievously hurt for something the Author had done.”

Iplier planned to say something reassuring, that killing people who meant to do him and Eric serious harm didn’t exactly qualify as a heinous act. That it was self defense. But at that exact moment Dark stepped through, his ringing shrill and his usually greyed out effect even more saturated.

“I have some more names, we’ll discuss the details later,” Dark promised and pulled out a small wooden case and passed it to Illinois. “I have business to attend to, I’ll be with Google if anyone needs to speak with me.”

“Alright,” Illinois said, noticing that Eric was curing protectively into him.

Then Dark was gone, heading through the balcony door and disappearing into the house. Leaving Illinois and Host with their partners.

Illinois sat next to Eric and popped open the box to find two little pins inside. Both of them were silver quill pins.

The adventurer took one of them out and offered it, pleading, “Eric, I’m going to make sure no one can hurt you again.”

Eric nodded, but Iplier spoke up. “What are those? What do they do? And why should we put on anything Dark gives us?”

Looking conflicted, Eric stared at the quill, and then at Illinois. Illinois looked back at Iplier. “They’re the same as our trackers except Host and I can track them. I guess yours is mostly cosmetic, Ip.”

“And that has your aura?” Iplier questioned. “Won’t that allow Dark to teleport to us?”

“Ours allow him to know where we are, his aura does the rest,” Illinois admitted. “If he feels one of us going through an anti-magic barrier like that one you all have down at the station, he’ll go to the other side of the field and figure out how badly he needs to intervene. In your base, I think the two of you should be safe. No intervention needed.”

“O-Okay,” Eric allowed, uncertain. He let Illinois replace the little star he usually wore with the quill. The adventurer held the star out to the Host.

The star disappeared without the Host needing to take it. Only taking a couple words to accomplish. Illinois delicately kissed Eric on the cheek. “I thought for a bit that when we’d find you again, my luck would have run out. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“The Host can return Dr. Iplier to his hospital, or would he rather the Host take him back home?”

“The hospital, everyone’s probably worried about where I went,” Iplier sighed.

“As the doctor wishes,” the Host’s eyes bled a bit more and the case Dark had given Illinois in the seer’s hand. The two men gone from the balcony.

It left Illinois and Eric cuddled up together on the balcony. Eric was happy to see Illinois again, and Illinois happy to just have Eric alive. That he was still holding someone who was breathing and their heart was beating.

They wound up on the couch in the living room. Illinois calming down to the gentle sound of Eric’s still beating heart.

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Epimetheus : Not so discreet (part 2)

Pairing : Avengers x Plus Size Reader ; Steve x Plus size Reader (potential)

Warnings : Language, Pubic hair mentioned

Word Count : 1.6k

You reached out to your anti-stress roll on, your phone and entry card before exiting your new quarters. Since your room was on the same level as the living room and right next to the elevators, you hoped no one was chilling in the common room. You were on the end of the corridor when lucky you, all the Avengers were in the living room. You face palmed yourself and thought about another excuse to leave the compound. You look at the floor like you didn't see them but Sam called you out. "Where are you sneaking to?" You let out a slow breath and turned around discovering all of them looking your way. "Oh hi, I didn't notice you guys", you lied and saw their not so convinced expressions. "Hmm I call bullshit", commented Tony and the others agreed. "So, where you going to?", asked Natasha. "Oh just going for a drink with a friend, talk about life, bitch about everyone, you know the usual."

"And we're not invited? I'm hurt", exclaimed Wanda. You nervously scratched the back of your head and said, "Yeah well it's been a long time since I saw the friend in question, soooo", "That sounds like an excuse to go on a date", replied Bucky with a smug smile, his comment making Steve clench his fists. The elevator doors opened at the perfect timing and you entered inside quickly. "BYEEEE", you shouted. The team locked eyes with each other and after a long silence, "Anyone wants to join me and figure out where she's been wandering around?", asked Tony who stood up. "We can't do that", replied Steve in his Captain voice.

"You telling me, you're not curious where she's been spending a good part of her nights to?", smirked Nat. "Of course he is. Look at him, he's clenching the armrests so tight that I'm afraid it might break", exclaimed Sam amused. Steve gave him a knowing look who made some of them laugh. "I'm in", chanted Wanda. The other members stood up except for Steve that was still figuring out if he should. "Come on man, I know you're dying inside to know", told Bucky. Convinced the First Avenger joined them and followed you. "You put a tracker on her?", Steve turned towards Tony. "Duhh. I put a tracker on everyone", he answered proudly, ignoring the looks of the others.

They entered the bar, trying to find a place to sit when the room applauded the next stand up comedian. They saw you enter the stage with a bright smile on your face.

"Hi everyone, you're having fun?", you asked and heard the audience affirm they were. "Awesome, I'm so happy to be here. All having a good time, except for this guy", you pointed at a man in the front row. "He saw me enter and immediately thought 'Oh no another fat bitch with her fat jokes'." The guy in question and some other people laughed. "Don't worry I won't. Ok maybe just one joke that will last…hmmmm… 20min", and pointed at yourself. You laughed with them until your 'laugh' turned sour. "No just kidding. I'm actually going to talk about pubic hair"

You looked at the man you pointed earlier and declared "Now you're like 'No please just tell us fat jokes. No pubic hairs, nooooo pubwic hayrsss please'. Haha, once you go hair, you won't go bear". You let the magic do its course and began. "Yeah, so I believe in the ecosystem and that's way I mostly let nature do its purpose and don't shave. It doesn't mean I never shave, no but like it's not my first priority in life, you know. The last time I decided to do the great fall cleaning…*laughs* was not so long ago, which means if you see my hand go down there, I'm not a pervert I swear, it just my hair that is growing back and it tickles." You let your hand slowly travel down and checked the people's reaction but stoped when they hollowed. "You bunch of pervs you really out here waiting for me to go for the fupa's baby hairs."

"Yeah so like I was saying, I shaved not so long ago because I had a date with a guy. I went full hardcore and was like 'Ok I'm gonna try waxing'. It was the very first time I would wax down there, that's why I prepared my testament in advance. *Laughs* I left the guy I had the date with all my debts. That's right, what comes around goes back around baby."

"I challenged all my courage and called to the beauty institue to make an appointment. I called and then the usual : Hello, I would like an appointment for waxing, bla bla bla, and then she asked the million dollar question : Alright, Miss on which areas?" You let the room laugh it out before replying, "Well … all of them." "Alright, in your opinion how long is your hair?" You let another moment before replying, blinking your eyes frantically. "9 inches?", you joked. "I swear to good, she must have been taking a gulp of water or something because I heard here cough her lungs out through the phone. I went immediately 'Are you alright Miss? I'm joking, they're not really 9 inches. But like baby monkey kinda hairy, not much not much." You saw the audience cracking up and smiled smugly.

"Flash-forward the day of the sacrifice. I go there and saw her look at me up and down, trying to take the temperature. 'Ohhh bitch you about to take it honey', I thought to myself. I told her a joke again but really it was to calm myself down and asked her if she was a real pro she would manage to finish by 6pm. It was 9am ladies and gents." "Anyway, I lay down totally not feeling uncomfortable", you sarcastically. "Can you believe she saw me and went back shouting 'I'm gonna need more wax'. Like bitch, you thought this was Jaws or something…. Out-fucking-rageous."

You saw a woman on the front row nod and pointed at her "Sis you know what's about to come right?" "I do, I do", she pissed herself. "For the fellas that have no clue let me explain the process : The beauty lady warms the wax, you lay there and begin praying and then she comes back, looks at you like the worshiper of Satan and says 'Alright here we go mwahahahah' ". "And you be there like * nervous laugh* "Oh Lord have mercy." "And then…the moment has arrived where you see that bright light and your life flash in front of your eyes, the Holy Motherfucking Grail, the first rip. *Moooooommmmmaaaa just killleddd a mannnnn*. Guys if you think I'm exaggerating, ask any woman in your life and you'll see WE ARE NOT. It feels like your soul is getting sucked out of your body."

"It hurts", you whined and jumped on the spot like a three year old. "All what I kept thinking was 'WHYYYYYY'. I know why… for that dude. Honestly guys you don't realize how dedicated we are even if it's a first date because we too expect some D by the end of the night, especially if the date is going great.

I think most of the guys are scared of pubic hairs", you said and made big eyes to the first guy. "You think I forgot about you, didn't you?" *Laughs* "They be like 'I'm so strong, who's the boss, call me daddy, arghhhhh wuarghhh' but then they see a hairy pussy and be all suddenly like 'ewwwww omg nastyyyy'. Come on man! You really think men, I don't know how long ago, I'm not a mathematician ok, would not hit that just because of hair. Hmmmm I don't think so José."

"It's crazy going through so much pain for that. Of course, there are other reasons to do it : hygiene, esthetic, self-love, etc but still. I came up with a solution. I think that…wait for it… *Laughs* I think that we should test them. I mean if he can handle me with the bush I might reconsider waxing. Because going through so much trouble to get bad dick, nope I'm out. You can handle me I'll open the smooth heavenly doors for ya, if you can't…then…Welcome to the Jungle pal. Thank you so much and have a nice night", you finished your number and bowed in front of the applauding audience.

Backstage, you let out a deep breath, happy to have made so many people laugh. The manager found you and congratulated you. "There are some customers that are dying to meet you", he told you. "Really?", you replied shocked. He nodded and told you which table. You made your way to the table when mid-way, you recognized them. You felt the heat creep up all over your body and it didn't help seeing them smirk in amusement. Your gaze landed on Steve who was timidly switching his eyes between you and his drink. His attitude told you, they heard your number.

"Well well well if it's not our new Avenger member / secretly stand-up comedian", joked Sam. "Hmmiii, what are you doing here?", you mumbled incoherently. "We were curious were you'd go and that led us here", replied Bruce. "Great", sarcasm lacing your voice. "Why didn't you tell us?", asked Rhodes. You sighed and told them the truth, "I just wanted to have something independently from the whole Avenging thing. I love my job but sometimes it gets real hard, always being emotionally invested, risking our lives every single time and doing stand-up helps alleviate those feelings."

They nodded in understanding and affirmed you that you shouldn't be afraid to talk to them whenever there was the need to. "Thank you guys for understanding, I appreciate it." Your eyes landed once more on Steve who looked elsewhere. The thing that the others didn't know was that the guy you had a date with was Steve. And let's say that it didn't went as expected.

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WIP Wednesday (11/20/19)

Thanks for the tags @ao719 and @sirbeepsalot!

In addition to my WIP list (I may be down to 20 fics/WIPs there), 4 Riams, Driam, and Drake x Hana, I am also working on the fics below. Everything is subject to change...they are WIPs, after all. :)

Cold Heat (It will eventually be foursome smut)

Liam’s eyes glanced over at Drake, frustration and a touch of wonder in them. Drake, so tall and brooding and….sexy. His denim shirt had a couple of the top buttons undone, offering a peek of muscled skin and hints of curly chest hair.

“I’m in”, Riley replied, her eyes still on Liam. Liam’s eyes snapped back to Riley.

“Where are you going?” Liam asked curiously.

“To find some food! We’re going to raid the kitchen, and then the wine cellar.” Drake answered briefly.

Liam wore a look of confusion. “Was dinner insufficient in some way?” He looked around at the trio.

“That bitch didn’t feed us. The three of us had to split a bowl of lukewarm soup!” The words burst angrily from Hana.

“The Duchess would do no such thing. All of the sponsoring houses know that they need to show hospitality to all of the participants!” Liam protested.

“Look, the entire court knows by now Liv is creaming her panties to suck your dick and have your babies. Tonight, she proved she was snobbish and desperate. Fuck her and fuck Lythikos. We’re getting our dinner and our wine. With or without her permission. You can stand here and defend her ass, or you can join us.”

Drake began walking away from the group, headed to the exit. With one last look at Liam and Riley, Hana quickly followed him.

It was just Liam and Riley left. Riley arched an eyebrow as a smirk curved her lip.

“Have a good evening, Your Highness.” She slipped out of her heels and ran after her friends.

Getting Well (Maxwell x Kiara)

Kiara burrowed herself under her bedcovers. She was home, sick. She wasn’t sure if she just had a really bad cold or the flu; all she knew was she felt like death. Kiara had a fever, but was constantly chilly. Her throat was so sore it felt raw. She had congestion from her head to her chest. She had a terrible cough, and horrible coughing spells.

She was home alone, except for staff. Her parents were in Geneva for a Summit Council meeting and her brother, Ezekiel had taken Penelope out for a date night. Kiara had just found the perfect spot in her bed when there was a knock on her bedroom door. She rolled her eyes at the intrusion. It’s probably staff checking on me.

“Come in”, she croaked weakly.

The door opened slowly, almost hesitantly. Kiara kept the covers over her head; she couldn’t muster the energy to move. She waited for her visitor to announce themselves, certain it was the majordomo, Eduardo.

“Ki?” The voice was uncertain.

Kiara’s bleary eyes flew open. Maxwell! What is HE doing here? I feel like shit and look even worse. He can’t see me like this!

Gobble Gobble (A Thanksgiving Collective)

Dralivia

“What do you miss most about America?” Olivia asked as her tongue licked his nipple.

Drake chuckled softly before Olivia’s tongue elicited a moan from him. “You act as if I came from America yesterday. You do know I have been in Cordonia most of my life?”

“Still, there must be something or even some things you miss about it.” Olivia wrapped her arms around Drake’s waist.

Drake’s arm was draped around Olivia’s shoulder; his fingers traced light circles on her upper arm. The firelight basked him in a warm glow. He looked golden in the semi-darkness. He pursed his lips as he thought.

“Hmmmm…I guess I miss American holidays the most. Especially 4th of July and Thanksgiving.”

“Tell me about them”, Olivia requested in a soft voice. The warmth from both the fireplace and Drake’s body was making her drowsy.

Laxwell

“I need food to keep her attention!” Maxwell protested. “Betty loves food. And reptiles and scorpions.”

Liam looked at Maxwell, an expression of disbelief on his face. “Fresh out of scorpions and reptiles”, he said sarcastically.

“We can just sit here until she falls asleep. It’s almost time for her nap.” Max stretched out on the bed, his head falling back against the pillows.

Liam was still watching Betty suspiciously. “Can she climb up here?”

“Naw, the dais makes the bed too high for her.” Maxwell pulled out his phone. He scrolled some, then spoke.

“Did you know today is American Thanksgiving?”

“Why would I know that?” Liam inched up on the bed; Betty followed him, her eyes never leaving his.

Betty screeched. Liam jumped.

“We should celebrate!” Maxwell declared.

“We’re not American, and we should’ve known about the holiday we don’t celebrate but you suddenly want to celebrate long before now. It involves lots of food, which requires preparation.”

“It’s just as well, I guess. You know Bigfoot comes out on Thanksgiving night.”

Riam

She sat down to review her menu; Liam kissing her temple before handing her a glass of water tore her eyes away from the paper. She leaned her body into his, her head resting briefly against his upper arm. He felt strong and warm; she felt blessed to be the one allowed to lean on him.

Liam read over her shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise and darkening in disappointment at the menu: fried shrimp, crab cakes, turkey, ham, dressing, homemade gravy, potato salad, candied sweet potatoes, green beans, corn on the cob, and biscuits. Desserts were a variety of pies, and a devil’s food cake, Riley’s favorite.

“That’s…that’s a lot!” he exclaimed. “And very…American.”

“That’s nothing! And what do you expect from an American holiday except American food?”

“I thought we could incorporate some traditional Cordonian dishes….”

“Those godawful sour potatoes or that fish stew you love that I can’t stand?” Riley fussed. “This is my custom, Liam! My tradition! You do what you want with yours.”

“Riley….” Liam began. He was quickly interrupted.

“You know what? Get out of my kitchen! RIGHT NOW! Go find someone to play with while I take care of dinner.” Riley pointed her finger towards the door.

With a sigh of defeat, the King went in search of Maxwell as his Queen and ladies of staff prepped and cooked away.

DC AU Gang (8 years ago)

Riley watched the exchange with jealousy and resignation. When she first saw Liam two years ago, her heart had leapt into her throat. She had never seen a man as gorgeous as Liam; he put models and actors to shame. Or maybe not. Riley’s taste in men sometimes left some things to be desired. But in Riley’s eyes, Liam was perfect: tall, dark hair, beautiful features, humorous, kind, intelligent….Riley could write a list for days about his Liam qualities.

Which is why she knew she would never stand a chance with him. She was tall, curvy with some chubbiness, her hair didn’t flow down her back. She could be loud and brash and didn’t dumb herself down. Men like Liam…..they wanted the exact opposite of Riley Brooks.

So Riley didn’t even try with Liam. She kept everything neutral and friendly, keeping her interest in him at bay. They were friends, and she wanted to keep that at least. One thing about Riley Brooks, she knew to stay in her lane.

But now, watching him flirt with Teresa…..she wanted to be more than friends. She wanted Liam to flirt with her, she wanted Liam to lift his lips in that smirk while looking at her.

Why are you thinking this way about Liam? You know you aren’t his type! How much wine have you had to drink, girl? Maybe you need to call up Keith for a booty call.

What are you guys working on @hopefulmoonobject @boneandfur @janezillow @msjr0119 @texaskitten30 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore

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