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when we were young

follow-up, part 2 here lovelies

words: 4990

warnings/notes: heart-breaking stuff, angst, fluff, pregnancy, talks about having children, wanted celebrate 500+ followers (thank you from the bottom of my little heart ❤️🤍😭) and thought: write a short husband!vettel but make it angst (i will redeem myself in the future i promise);

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songs i've listened to while writing this: new west - those eyes, the rare occasions - notion, harry styles - love of my life, stephen sanchez - until I found you; matt maltese - as the world caves in;

Where you and Sebastian are co-parenting your sixteen-year-old daughter after your divorce and she comes home one evening telling you all about her little high-school crush, making you two go back twenty-five years ago when you two met for the first time.

present

“No, most definitely not.” Sebastian demanded, angeringly so cutting the steak across the table while not daring to look into yours or your daughter’s eyes, “I am not letting some random boy taking you to the movies.” He then spoke after a short breath, still nervously so chewing on a piece of the food you made for your weekly Saturday dinner together.

Exchanging an amused short glance with your child, you let out a short giggle to escape from in between your lips making her laugh too as both of you were aware that she will get whatever she pleaded from her father no matter how much Sebastian pretended to oppose at first after sweetening him with puppy eyes look and imploring words.

“Dad, please let me go to the movie next weekend and I will never in my whole life beg you of something else!” Anne, your daughter, pleaded with one of her hands at her chest as she tilted her head into her father’s direction with soft widened blue eyes that you were so foolish jealous of being inhered from Sebastian rather than from you.

Anne Vettel was a blueprint of Sebastian Vettel from head to toes although you were the one to carry her for nine whole months, the major thing that you insufflated to Anne was the hot-boiled never-giving-up attitude when there was something to be attained in all matters of life. That, plus the puppy begging eyes were Sebastian’s biggest weakness and you knew how the outcome of Anne pleading would go right before it has started. She will go to the movies; whatever Sebastian liked the idea or not.

“Don’t you laugh.” Your ex-husband warned you as your chuckle filled the space in between your seats, pointing his now empty fork in your direction while looking at Anne trying to resist not caving into his daughter’s sweet tone, “And don’t encourage her in this type of a behavior – she is too young to be dating boys.” Sebastian uttered, glaring at the fork’s tips now away from Anne’s pleads.

You let out a short sigh as you leaned back into your chair glaring at him, you knew that Sebastian never dared to look you in the eyes for the very first three seconds before he calms down when he was nervous or anxious about something, literally anything.

It happened when you two met for the very first time back in high school, when you kissed for the first time in front of your house back then, when you introduced him to your parents after six months of you dating, when he introduces you to his not long after, before any of his important races or after winning any of his four championships, before Anne was born or when she lost her first baby tooth and quite literally any major moment of Anne’s life in the past sixteen years, and also when you told him you want a divorce three years ago.

You were waiting for those three little seconds to be finished, and that was when Sebastian looked at you across the table with worried big eyes regarding your daughter’s safety not being sure what to say next not to upset her and searching for answers from the one that he trusted with his life – you.

“Anne just told you that it is not a date, and that they are going with a group of friends to see a movie, and I see no problem in that.” You answered, taking your daughter's hand to softly squeeze in yours, “Your dad is going to take you to the cinema, and then pick you up when the movie is finished, though.” You firmly added, searching for Sebastian’s agreement that came right away in a short nod of head, “Just to give him a piece of mind.” You continued, throwing a short wink into your daughter’s direction.

Sebastian was fuming still, and yet he continued to inquire Anne about that boy she liked that will tag along with the mentioned group of friends. You two found out that he was in the same class as Anne, and that he picked flowers from the high-school garden to hide in her locker with a note saying that she is the smartest girl in the school, and especially that he is the cutest boy in school but he does not talk that much although he made a habit of saying “hello” to her every single time she choose to stay next to him during Chemistry.

“I promise you dad,” Anne spoke with both hands on her heart now as she was giving the speech about how great of a guy her crush was, “He is a good guy, and I enjoy talking with him about even homework!” She pleaded, the child’s chest lifting in a heavy sigh, “He has not been explicit in saying that he likes me back, but I think he does.” She then uttered in an earnest tone with high-hopes flickering within her eyes, “I hope he does, cause I do like him a lot!” Anne spoke, and you could see Sebastian’s expressions soften a little as your daughter spoke, “Mom, how did you know that dad liked you?” She bluntly then asked, her glare switching in between you and Sebastian, “I mean I know the story,” Anne paused to emphasize, rolling her eyes remembering the many times either you or Sebastian told her about the times where you were young and in love back in the days, “But how were you sure?” Anne questioned, all eyes in the room attentive on you now.

You exchanged one of your typical glares with Sebastian, and then there was a silence spread across the table for a couple of seconds before you spoke. Thinking about the times when you and Sebastian were together-together as often as they were, still managed to shake you both so after the split happened. And yet, you had to tell Anne how healthy love looks like, and how it feels like. It was your duty to guide her in finding what you and Sebastian had, and in some ways or another still have. You both were privileged enough to find the right person to date, and then to marry, and then to have a beautiful child with right from the start, being by Sebastian’s side more than half of your life sheltered you from countless heartbreaks as you often heard people going through their twenties and even thirties, and you wanted that for Anne too: a good old-fashioned type of love.

“I just knew.” You answered while looking at him with what seemed to turn into watery eyes from both of your sides, “When somebody likes you for real, you will know.” You softly spoke, “You will not question it for long, and you will feel it inside of your chest like a wave of energy floating.” You continued with a bittersweet smile of which you managed to hide the bitterness for Anne while Sebastian felt it within his now even heavier aching chest, “When it is right, I can assure you that you will know.” You added, getting back at your steak as Sebastian was not touching his anymore.

Anne went back to her room not shortly after the dinner was finished, and your ex-husband stayed to help with all the dishes and the cleaning as an excuse of discussing the main topic at the dinner privately with you.

“Do you think I was too harsh with Anne?” Sebastian asked, cleaning the plates you handed to him after washing them, “I do think she is too young to be meeting boys, but then again it she it is just the movies.” He spoke, chest lifting in a loud sigh that made you chuckle once again.

You gave him a side look, “Seb, being “too harsh” with Anne does not exist in your vocabulary.” You answered being focused on the plates still, “You and I both know that she can play you with some sweet little words – I am the one that has been “too harsh” with her all the time.” You continued, remembering in flashes the few times when Anne smashed the door of her room after your mother-daughter arguments – not letting her go to sleep-overs, not buying her that new iPhone everyone has, not letting her to stay up at late talking over phone with friends, and telling her that you and her father were splitting up.

“You were not.” Sebastian firmly spoke, touching one of your shoulders in order to give you comfort, “You are nothing but the best mother that exists.” He then added, gently squeezing your shoulder for you to smile, “I – however.” Sebastian then paused, “I have no idea how to navigate this brand-new world where our daughter wants to date boys!” Sebastian added, his hand helplessly so hanging around his body as he let go of you.

You felt him still being nervous next to you, the talk you three had back in the dining room was not enough to calm him down. You stopped the tap, and fully turned towards your ex-husband waiting for him to glare at you back which Sebastian did exactly three seconds after you gave him those eyes of yours that encouraged him to watch you back accompanied by a warm smile and a clasp of hands.

“I have no idea too.” You vulnerably spoke, your fingers gently caressing the back of Sebastian’s hand, “I think we should let her experience for now, support her decisions on regarding whenever she wants to date, and give her pieces of advice when needed.” You added as you felt Sebastian’s grip getting tighter around your fingers, “You know that I do not agree with controlling her – that will only make her get away from us faster.” You added, thinking about the future when Anne will have no choice but depart from you and Sebastian as she grows older and built her own life with you not being the main two characters she sees each day, “Look, you gave her countless examples of how a man should act and behave around women, I think she learned a few good things or two.” You teased as you let go of Sebastian’s hand, him being this close to you managing to somehow still shake you whole, “We will figure this out together, Sebastian.” You determinately spoke, getting back at the dishes now while your ex-husband’s eyes were all on you and your worried self.

Sebastian had always been amazed on how easy you made having control over your emotions from other people’s eyes while you were going through the most unimaginable feelings possible – and especially in front of Anne. You were not fooling Sebastian though, and you had never fooled him before in any matter whatsoever. You were as worried as Sebastian was about the whole Anne-dating-someone thing, and there was something in the shake of your voice that convince Sebastian that he was right back at the dinner table when you tamed that aching heart of yours while speaking about the good old times when you were Anne’s age.

“A wave of energy floating, huh?” Sebastian asked, leaning now on the counter with both hands wrapped around the man’s chest as he was watching down at you hardly managing to get a stain from one of the plates, “I have never heard you describing it like that before, are you working on one of your new novels?” Your ex-husband teased, taking the dish from your hands to make things easier for you knowing how much you hate stubborn stains on your favorited crystal white dishes that you got for Christmas eight years ago.

You chuckled at Seb’s gesture, and it was now your turn to rest on the counter watching him struggle with cleaning, “I have not written a page in the last six months.” You confessed to him, being awhile since you two talked about your writing career, “I guess being single for this long can cause that to a romance novel author.” You joked as you cracked a fake laugh, watching Seb’s little smile sprung on his face.

It was meaningless to say that Sebastian was your source of inspiration for your novels, and since he was not playing that much of a role into your romantic life aside from Saturday dinners and decisions about your teenager daughter’ life, you were going through a writer’s block for quite some time now.

Watching Sebastian, you bit your lip without him noticing.

Your very first novel that got your name out on the market as an author was written five years after meeting him, and you poured all your love for him within the pages of the book – none of your other works ever meant to you as much as the first one.

Twenty years later you were still aside your muse in your kitchen as you did back then, and yet you were now not sleeping in the same bed and dreaming about what future had to hold for the both of you while listening to those jazz tunes that Sebastian adored back in your college dorm room.

“You will find a way; you always do darling.” Sebastian declared, putting the plate aside and resting his hip on the kitchen’s counter too to take both of your hands into his for a minute of silenced comfort as you looked at each other in dimmed kitchen lights.

“Was that how it really felt back then?” Sebastian questioned with an inquiring look after you two exchanged a shy teenager-like smile, “Or were you just pleasing our daughter?” Your ex-husband then added with both eyebrows arched up, as if he was not enough pleased in already knowing that you were telling the truth in front of Anne.

You chuckled, “As if you do not already know the answer to that.” You spoke, not giving him the satisfaction of you repeating yourself but caving in after a short title of head from Sebastian.

“That was exactly how it felt, Vettel.” You teased, getting your hands out from him as it shortly yet surely became unbearable for them to be clasped while memories and feelings rushed back making room into your troubled minds and damaged hearts.

A wave of energy floating – that was Sebastian to you when you were Anne’s age.

somewhere in the past

You met your ex-husband in high-school, and just as your daughter spoke about that little crush of hers, you too were having one on the sweetest quietest boy in school.

You were friends for most of the time spent in high-school, aside from that one little stolen kiss when you were seventeen and he walked with you back to your home although Sebastian was living far across the city – he just wanted to walk you home, and to spend as much time possible as you knowing that school was about to end, and that he will have to go harder on racing since there was no school to occupy his time while you got to have your fun writing short stories and poetry at home not being forced to go to school anymore.

“We are here.” You uttered, nervously snapping your fingers as you kept your hands clasped at your back, “Thank you for walking me home, Vettel.” You added, using the name that everybody at school used for him just to tease him a little, knowing that Sebastian adored how your accent seemed to always mispronounce his last name in the most twisted cutest way he had ever heard someone speaking German.

“Thank you for letting me do so.” Sebastian shyly muttered while scratching the back of his neck, “I think that’s it, see you in three months.” He hesitantly added, noticing your hand reaching for the doorknob and knowing right after the words were spoken that that was not the way in which he wanted to say goodbye, “Wait,” Sebastian then paused to take a full fresh breath of air in while looking above your shoulder for three whole seconds, making you question why was it so hard for him to look you in the eyes – not knowing that this habit of his will make you realize from then one every single moment in which he will need your look to calm him down and bring him back to earth.

“Are you alright, Seb?” You then asked, trying to get a catch of the teenager's glare back on yours.

“I am not.” Sebastian then declared, “Three whole months without seeing you means torture.” Sebastian bluntly declared, glare now on yours as one of the man’s hands wrapped around your waist snatching your hand from the doorknob.

“Something to remember me by, I think.” Sebastian nervously spoke, pulling you closer to his body by snatching your wrist and placing his lips on yours.

That right there.

The first very time when you both felt the energy you were talking about more than twenty-years later in the future – a wave of energy floating within your teenager chest engulfing both you and Sebastian whole.

Smiling into your kiss, you caved in completely by wrapping both of your arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and neck as he wrapped his around your waist, detaching completely from your wrist to hold you dearly next to him.

“Definitely will remember this.” You breathlessly muttered close to Sebastian’s mouth as you departed your lips few inches from him, “Three months are not that long, I think we can make it.” You teased, gluing your lips back on Sebastian’s after uttering the words to him, feeling his shoulders relaxing underneath your touch.

You did in fact made it – the thing was that after summer-break Sebastian was not returning to school. The summer during which Sebastian turned seventeen was huge for the young racing driver as he got even more sponsors to support him.

Focusing on his racing career, Sebastian was home-schooled from then on, and you two had little to no encounters after your first kiss and yet there was this unspoken alliance that you two made – somehow you will find your ways back to each other.

You started dating for real when you were both twenty, right when he got his seat into Formula 1, and you started college away from your hometown.

In between races, and you attending literature and creative writing courses, you found time and space to become best friends first, and then lovers both knowing that that was just the beginning of a beautifully written novel.

“I wrote you a poem.” You shyly spoke, watching Sebastian inspecting your college dorm the very first time he visited, “It does not have any rhyme, and this is my first try – so don’t be that much of a critic.” You giggled, taking his hand into yours to sit both on your bed as you took a deep breath in searching for the notes in your backpack.

“I cannot promise you that, you know that I am a very analytic person and I—” Sebastian paused, watching your trembling hands on the sheet of paper understanding then how much of an important moment was that to you as you have never let anyone else hear or read your works aside from your teachers, “I am sure I will love it.” He then spoke, placing a soft kiss on the temple of your forehead so you can ease the anxious feeling going in the back of your mind.

You took another short breath in as you started to recite the first lines of your little poem that said:

when there is no spoken word,

but just tender touches, forehead kisses

warm smiles and beating hearts

shared in between giggles and laughs,

started by shy stolen glances

when the arm crushes the waist,

and the fingers touch the neck,

the chest lifts in a sigh,

pleading for more with every beat of the heart,

and with every shortened breath

when the soul carries the thoughts,

up on a hill and lies them down,

for the mind to follow the path,

letting go of the burden

heavily pressing down the shoulders,

when all the pain lifts from the chest,

and comfort outs the numbness

the joy takes the place,

and the time stands still,

for a glimpse of a moment

That was what love felt to you for the first time in your young-adult life, that was what Sebastian thought you since the very first time you kissed back at seventeen having no idea how much you would teach each other in the decades to come.

You nervously ended with a shortened breath, “I do not know how to end it, though.” You spoke, looking at a very admiring Sebastian glaring at you back with widened blue eyes, “Does it sound too cheesy?” You had asked him, searching for answers.

“That is when you know you are falling in love.” He softly spoke, placing an endearing kiss on the top of your shaky lips, “I am not as much of a writer like you, but I think that is when you know.” He then chuckled, watching your hands wrapped still on the piece of paper that he took now in his hands, “Can I have this?” He then spoke, “I need to brag about my girlfriend writing cheesy poems for me when you will be huge as a writer, darling.” He then chuckled, gesticulating with a tilt of head that he was mocking you and that in fact it did not sound cheesy at all.

You laughed, “Let’s hope you are right – and yes, you can have it.” You added, handing him the piece of paper.

Sebastian received many poems after that, and many signed copies of your books year later when they got published.

And yes, Sebastian loved to brag every single time that they were all about him and your relationship, even the most heart-breaking lines written were about him.

You lived the kind of love that you wrote about, and that you had read about before. Long-lasting, warm and loving.

Falling in love while becoming best friends was everything you wished to happen to Anne too, both of you were thinking about looking into each other’s eyes back in the kitchen as you were thinking about all the moments when that wave of energy floated through your whole entire bodies – one of those many moments were represented by Sebastian asking you to marry him five years later you wrote him that poem.

Sebastian asked you to marry him when you were both twenty-five and although for many it seemed too early and rushed, for you and him was just the right timing.

The proposal was done in one random morning of autumn back at your now shared apartment, even though Sebastian had it all planed before-hand with a dinner reservation at your favorited restaurant and all that. You changed his mind that morning, asking him one simple question, “How do you think I would look pregnant?” You inquired, staring at your belly as you purposely bloated your stomach, “Still hot, right?” You chuckled, caressing your fake pregnant tummy.

“The hottest.” Sebastian was short in answering with a laugh, “You changed your mind?” He curiously inquired placing one of his hands on your fake pregnant belly, “You told me not so long ago that you are not very keen on the idea of having children.” Sebastian uttered, and you could not see anything else in the room but just the man’s wide smile sprung on his face – all he had ever wanted in life was to be a father.

You chuckled, your belly going back to normal as one of your hands cupped Sebastian in between your fingers, “Only if they are yours, Vettel.” You then answered, your other hand making its way to lay on one of his cheeks in order to pull him for a pressed yet unharmful morning kiss.

Sebastian swiftly got on top of you, breaking the kiss just to utter the following words, “Then, let’s make one now.” He then chuckled, his hand hurryingly so going underneath the sheet that was covering your already almost naked bodies.

You giggled back, “Hold your horses, mister.” You then spoke, gripping his wrist to pull the hand back from the sheets, “We need to flight for Singapore today.” You added looking at the clock on the nightstand that was ticking faster than usual, as if the object knew that you were already late, “Win this championship, and we will try.” You teased, knowing how tensed Sebastian has been in the last couple of weeks gathering points to win his third championship with Red Bull.

Sebastian’s eyes slightly rolled, “Ok then,” He then spoke, quickly getting out the bed and rushing to the place far behind his own little personal drawer where he has hidden the engagement ring, “You are not the only one to put conditions, miss.” He added, getting back into the bed with both of his hands back at his back, watching you curiously analyzing him, “Marry me, and we will try.” He spoke, reveling the black velvet books at his back while looking nowhere else but at you, and only you.

You nodded without saying any other word besides “yes, fucking yes”, realizing that this was the very first time when Sebastian was nervous about something and managed to lock your eyes with his without those three seconds existing – because he knew what your answer will be, and there was nothing to be anxious anymore about.

You ended up being late for your flight that morning, of course. You laid in bed thinking about baby names, and about the future home that Sebastian has already promised you to build somewhere in the mountains, and about anything and everything that implied raising a child and whatnot. By doing so, you had no other choice but to race one another in the airport to catch the final minutes of boarding in the plane, as everyone for the team was waiting for you two to show up being anxious that you might as well completely miss the plane.

“This is so not fair!” You yelled from way back at Sebastian, “How are you so fast on your feet too?!” You breathlessly inquired trying to catch your now future husband from behind watching him running backwards so Sebastian could only tease you more.

“Two times World Champion, baby!” Sebastian mocked with a laugh, shouting back at you very much for your audience to confusingly look at two grown-up ass people racing in the middle of the airport.

Seventeen years had passed since that very first moment, Anne was born and now wanted to date, and you gave Sebastian the family he had always desired for which he build the most astonishing home hid in between the threes. But then again, nothing lasts forever and the memories that you two had was all that reminded somewhere locked in the back of your minds and sorrowful chests.

Reality kicked in with age and time, and as much as you would have wanted to remain the lovebirds that you were at seventeen, twenty and twenty-five, Sebastian wanted to race still, while you were at home all the time within your own little troubled writer head while trying to be a good example of a mother for a teenager without Sebastian’s presence most of the times – and things went downhill once your husband decided to stay in Formula 1 for as much as possible, having the hopes of winning championships in shitty cars and even more shitty teams, while you needed him home.

present

You were now thinking about the same memories three years later after your split, both thinking about all the things that you could have mended for your relationship – no matter how harsh it has become after twenty-five years of being together. People do break up and split all the time, and yet neither you nor Sebastian would have ever thought that that moment will come when you were running to catch that plane after what was a promising discussing about what future held for both of you.

“That is exactly how it felt for me too, Y/N.” Sebastian then replied, “A wave of energy floating.” He smiled, stretching his arms ahead as he knew that you were needing a warm familiar embrace too after the talk at the dinner table and every memory that followed, “Come here love, for the good old time’s sake.” Your ex-husband replied, and you followed suit making yourself the usual room at the man’s chest while your hands wrapped around his waist so his could firmly stroke your back while taking your whole scent in.

You were both on verge of crying, and yet hearing’s Anne steps from downstairs made the cries turn into soft sobs. You reminded hugged still as Anne stopped at the kitchen’s entrance being pleasured in surprising her parents that close after years of you and Sebastian not showing any physical affection in front of her not to get her hopes of you two getting back together even higher than they already were. You were not ready to let go yet, and so was Anne of her hopes that you two were getting back together.

Somewhere in the back of your minds, right then and there – the possibility of that happening grew, and as you welcomed your daughter into the embrace quickly after she made her first steps into the room, there was no doubt that the type of love books are written about was still there flickering in the warmness of your hug.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Confessions Of Sin. —

Selina Kyle x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: (sprinkle of) angst/fluff/SMUT.

warnings: vampire!selina, hybrid!y/n (wolf/witch), g!p (selina), degradation, stalking, slight dub-con, mating, sadism, masochism, mommy kink, slight!puppy play, intercourse, slight fingering.

synopsis: she’s been watching you.

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I'd been running from fate my entire life, I didn't believe in it, thought I was destined to trek through life alone, I thrived better in the solitude, that is, until I saw her face.

Been here over a thousand years and nothing quite captivated me like she did, she was the embodiment of everything I was opposite to, she was sweeter than the sour I was accustomed to, that I so admired because within my life, I could never be described as...sweet.

But her? She gave me a damn toothache, and it was worth the cavities. I admit, it turned into a bit of an obsession, an understatement I'm sure the readers will realize soon enough.

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I liked crimson. Red. Blood. I've never been one for sweets, I enjoyed the finer delicacies the humans found disgust in as they continued eating their rare bloody raw steaks without thinking twice, a nice glass of blood could do a body good, but I get it, I do.

I liked my blood like I liked my wine, dry, bitter, it was true but again, you'll find that I changed my tune.

Y/n Y/ln is sweet, made of sugar, spice, and all things nice so to say, with her body wrapped in visions of pink and hues of deep purple, jet black curls framing a deep brown complexion. When she spoke, I swore I could hear birds singing to her pretty little tune, but love is blind, and I was too.

I saw innocence in her eyes, she couldn't have been more out of place in a city like Gotham, with evil lurking throughout every corner, maybe I felt it my responsibility to protect her. That's a nice excuse, right?

The truth was far more sinister, though I guess it's somewhat true, her blood while enticing belongs solely to me and I needed the filth in this dreaded town to know it, so maybe I told a few more lies but you would too to protect what's yours.

And she...was mine.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She worked in downtown Gotham in this slumlord-owned bar, as a barista and despite her sweet exterior I could tell she held her own rather well in a place with gross older gentlemen going from wall to wall, their younger dates passing disgusted glances hoping those pockets went deep and that the discomfort proved worth it.

It was only right that I keep a close eye on her, no? Besides, I needed a job, and Blue Silk had a spot open for a new dancer, it wasn't like I had no experience on the stage; It wasn't all about the pretty-eyed soft-spoken bartender, was it?

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Selina had just gotten off the stage, she was Catwoman to the crowd and Sel to her colleagues, slipping some shorts over her lingerie, she made her way to the floor, eyes searching until she found Y/n standing behind the bar, a smile spread across her face, her lively kind demeanor inviting to the locals that came in regularly as if their lives depended on it. She could see instantly why Y/n was a good fit for the nightclub, that smile could charm a polar bear.

It wasn't until that smile fell that Selina became worried, she sees the woman stiffen when a regular named Lenny walks in, she cocks her head, zoning in on the scene before moving in.

"Hey, Barbara's looking for ya. Said she needs your help".

Selina steps behind the bar, her eyes on the man hard in contrast to the gentleness she displayed when wrapping her arm around her shoulder and pulling her in a little closer, Y/n is more than thankful for the interruption, her smile when she sees Selina is one of utter relief.

"Bet". Is all she says, putting her dish towel down, her gaze never breaking the man's until they leave him and head into the back, her heart thunders through her chest, adrenaline on a 10, Selina hadn't heard everything that was said but she could see the anger and anxiety on her face.

"You okay"? She asked when out of earshot of the floor, letting the other barista know you were taking a moment.

"I'm good, Sel. Got a light"?

"Always".

The air was cold against your skin, light snow was falling over Gotham and neither you nor Selina, in your haste to escape the scene had remembered a coat, grabbing nothing more than a pack of cigarettes.

Y/n was still rattled, but Selina, Selina was thinking about their proximity, watching her blow her smoke out into the air, her eyes remained fixed on the woman's every move, she'd been doing it for so long now it was like muscle memory observing her from head to toe.

"Sel"?

"Yeah, Hun"?

Passing her the cigarette, she lets out a sigh the chill from the air turns her breath into its own cloud of smoke as she turns to face her friend, leaning against the pillars that were just outside the double doors of Blue Silk, "We need to look out for each other. Okay"?

"We will, Honeybun".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

And just like that, Selina was walking her out nightly, sometimes walking her home when she needed to, and within that time she decided, she wanted more than her blood, she'd started this after a whiff of something so tantalizingly sweet, so delectable smelling that it invaded her mind for days on end. God, she needed the poor doe more than anything, and now...She was seeking all of her.

She'd learned so much about the woman she felt she'd known her for years, from something as surface level as her favorite color to the more personal like how she'd ended up in Gotham in the first place — Through an orphanage.

There was more than met the eye to Y/n Y/ln but Selina hadn't found out just how deep the mystery went until the night it all came out in throes.

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Y/n hadn't asked Selina to follow her out in a week due to being out sick, the night she came back the world had become a vibrant place for the vampire again and she wasn't going to waste it, not when she was so close to her end goal, so close she could practically feel the pulse of the woman's veins against her tongue.

She was absolutely drooling for it, as desperate as it sounded to admit it. She was hungry, and the only craving to satiate her appetite rested in the manicured hands of a 5'3 bartender with bright shining e/c eyes that lit up any room she damn walked into.

Selina was at the mercy of Y/n, but in due time she hoped to welcome the opposite.

"Missed ya, Kitty cat".

She was quick to wrap Sel up in her arms, that smile shone brightly up at the Cat, so sickly sweet it made her weak in the knees, why wouldn't she hug her back? Her arms wrapped tightly around her in return and she wasn't shy about nuzzling her cheek up against hers.

"Missed you too, honeybun. Walking homes been so lonely without you, sweetheart".

"We'll fix that. You're gonna kick ass out there, Kit. I missed seeing you in your element".

A smirk threatened to tug at Sel's lips thinking about the younger woman watching her on stage and possibly enjoying it, if that in any way hinted at reciprocation, she'd hold onto hope.

"You're gonna watch me? Be my good luck charm"?

"I don't know what luck I'd bring but I'm for sure gonna watch you, I always do".

When they pull away, Y/n leaves her with the lightest feathering of a kiss on her cheek. Selina feels her fangs threaten to pull, and Jesus is it so dangerous to be so close to her like this. "You always do..."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

It was around time for Y/n and Selina to leave but the bartender hadn't seen a hint of Selina after her last performance that night, even as she looked around for her; It wasn't until she'd gone out for a smoke that she appeared almost out of thin air behind the girl as silent as a mouse, she swiped the cigarette from her hand and slipped it between her own lips that curved into a grin after she exhaled and let the smoke flow freely. "You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you"?

She flinches, the hand that had been on the knife only loosening when she hears the familiarity of Selina's voice, shaking her head, biting back a matching grin at the sudden appearance.

"Maybe. You disappeared, Kit. Where'd ya go? Didn't see ya round after that last performance, you killed it by the way. As I knew you would".

Playfully she punches her shoulder, but the Cat has one thing on her mind and it's pumping through her veins like lava, she licks her lips and throws down the cigarette, stomping on it with her boot, "Fancy a ride home? I had a few loose ends to tie up".

"Mm, a ride"?

Selina holds out her hand, grin broadening when Y/n easily takes her hand; leading her over to her new wheels, a smooth black motorcycle, she holds up a backup helmet and hands it over to her.

"You ever been on one of these, love"? She asked, watching her struggle with the helmet before coming over to help her out.

"Once or twice, one of the kids I was placed in the orphanage with got his own when he was adopted, he was like a little brother to me so when I was trusted to go out on my own, we'd go out riding".

"Oh yeah? So you know I need you to hold on tight, right? Real tight, don't let go".

She was a breath away now, her breath tickling Y/n's skin as she fastened the helmet to her head, eyes locked to hers while she did it.

"I won't, I promise". Y/n mumbles, slightly blushing and happy the helmet could help hide it, but Selina had always had that allure that took her in and refused to let go, anyone could fall victim to it, man or woman, and Y/n was no exception.

Holding onto her hand gently, Selina aids her on the bike and then situates herself as well, Y/n's arms firmly wrapped around her waist. They set off just as it begins to fade into a starless night, few to no bodies on the streets.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Mystique. She threw wrenches into the lives of many but never did I expect myself to be playing her game, I thought I had everything figured out, she was one of many necks, I'm an expert in my selections, but I missed so much, far too much.

When we got to her house she invited me in under the guise of a drink, but I had planned in advance to talk my way in, the fact that she was so willing to gaze at me all sweetly, so trusting, so naive, it was a rush. Something like a drug.

Her hand tugged at mine, and she smiled all brightly, eyes staring up at me so...enticingly. If I could've kissed her then, I would've but that would've ruined the surprise and we didn't need that, no. For this to work I needed her to trust me...fully.

"Coffee...Or wine"? Her neck craned to the side and my eyes capped it immediately, her throat like a lure and I was the fish that had taken the bait, my mouth went dry; It was then that I realized how close I really was.

We were alone. She was mine.

"Dry"?

"You're in luck, I don't enjoy dry, myself but I do keep it for guests that do".

"Social butterfly".

"You aren't the first to call me". Sending a wink my way, I was in hook line, and sinker, and her every movement sent my body into overdrive, I could feel myself pulsing beneath my jeans.

"It is how you got the necklace, no"? I asked referring to the butterfly pendant around her neck, she'd been wearing since the day we met, I could tell by the way she frequently fiddled with it that it meant a lot to her.

"Keen eye. When I finally got adopted, I was a teen, freshly 13, and a teacher from my school became my own real-life Ms. Honey from Matilda, adopted me after fostering me when I was at my worst; Nickname is from her, necklace is from her. I've been Butterfly to anyone I've ever known".

I chuckled, hanging onto every fucking word she said. Her accent was distinct, Nola dipped heat spoken like honey, I wanted to hear it moaning my name, and it would. In due time.

"Now you are Butterfly to me". I got closer, fingers grasping onto the glass she held, our fingers brushing against one another briefly.

"I've never heard it better".

She would be the death of me, I swore.

Even after our hands stopped touching, I could feel her fingers running down my arm, traveling the length while my lips wrapped around the glass, something out of my wildest fantasies if you asked me; I sat the glass down and within a moment my lips were against hers.

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It was finally time, after the first kiss Selina found herself craving much more than a sample taste, she'd waited so long for this moment and she was prepared to savor it, tugging Y/n to her and pressing her lips to the woman's chest, kissing what revealed skin she could reach, and Y/n didn't resist, not with the way a soft whimper fell from her lips, parted to allow her noises to freely drip shamelessly but a whimper was just the tip of the iceberg, Selina wanted to hear far more.

"This, this is what I've wanted since I met you, at the club".

It had always been entertaining to hear prey speaking of their own crushes on her, how they fantasized, and manifested...With Y/n, however, it meant something different, something special. The woman threw her off of her game, she was so used to being in control but it all came crashing down the moment she'd gotten her hands on the one she was convinced fate wanted her to have.

"You're filled with sugar, ain't ya, Sweet thing? C'mere. On my lap".

Moving to sit on the couch, Selina has Y/n sat in her lap, her back to Sel's front, and her lips quickly find her neck just as they'd found her chest, she's damn near quivering with anticipation when she has the sweet girl in her lap at her very mercy, it all feels like it's fallen into place.

"Let's play a game, yeah? I wanna play a quick game, it's simple".

Y/n trembled underneath Sel's touch, her hands roamed her body eagerly, and her body reacted like it was made solely for the vampire and her alone, her core throbbing with a sick need for Selina to touch her. She gulps. "What's the game"?

Selina laughs, her grin akin to the Cheshire cat when she's met with curiosity instead of reluctance. Her claws gently run over the girl's stomach, goosebumps left in her wake. "It's called two truths and a lie, it's as simple as it sounds, I'm going to tell two truths and one lie. You tell me which one the lie is, okay? ...Little pup"?

Y/n's voice is timid, her eyes following Sel's every touch on her skin trying to keep her composure though it seemed for naught the moment she felt Selina's boner poking into her backside, the thought of it inside of her instead sent unwavering unadulterated arousal washing over her.

"I can".

"Good girl. You're too damned sweet, angel. You know that? Listen carefully, love. 1. I hate sweets. Disdain them even...2. Bloodthirsty creatures? They're not...as mythical as you'd believe they are And 3. I...know you better than you'd like to think, sweet girl".

All of this is said while her hands play with the hem of her shirt, allowing her time to think over all of Sel's questions thoroughly, and immediately her eyebrows furrow in confusion, trying to think through a lust filled lense was already hard enough but Y/n could swear she spotted two lies, one truth.

"I'd say...2 maybe, but 3. Are you sure? I think there's more to me than that, no"?

A chuckle leaves the Cat's lips, she leans her head back and squeezes her just a bit tighter than before. "You might be right, but you are incorrect and misguided in so many ways, may I count them as I undress you"?

Letting out her own laugh, Y/n moves Selina's hands from her waist back to the hem of her shirt, and Selina so happily counts the ways.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

Her hands worked your shirt over your head, lace pink bra underneath taking her eyesight happily, smirk on her face she speaks up but her eyes don't leave your chest. "I don't know which will scare you off first but know that this is all I've ever needed, and hear me out before you scream".

Most would've ran from those words alone, but the woman on her lap stayed firmly placed allowing Selina to undress her even while her words became ominous and vague. "We live in a world where superheroes fight villains. Go on then, frighten me".

That was exactly what she meant when she called you trouble, she groans, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, voice raspy when she speaks, "Bloodthirst is all too real, and it's...how we got here today, you see? It ties into my other, pretty little truth, and funnily enough? Also my lie. See...I thought I hated sweets".

"I thought you did too, I don't think I've seen you eat a dessert ever in my time knowing ya".

"You haven't. But you're the reason, the reason I started...craving them. I've been on this earth for over a thousand plus years and nothing has quite lured me in like the scent of your blood, my dear".

It took a minute for her words to register but when they did you almost thought you were hallucinating, it was shocking for all the most insane of reasons, her news.

"I can see you look...disturbed and for all good reasons, I'm sure. I won't confuse you with my vagueness so let's cut it straight, I'm what you humans call...a vampire. I have a bloodlust that I just found cannot be satiated by any other, any other but..."

She pauses to let you answer, humming when you do, "Me"?

"Smart girl. Gotham is filled with monstrosities, I'm sure you're aware, and I, unfortunately, am one of many of the freaks this town has to offer. I've always had a rather strict appetite, but you? You have ruined me".

There was a heat in her voice now, a darkness and danger that settled in the pit of your stomach listening to what no longer sounded like the Selina you knew, and even though you knew you should run, get out. It was like she had you pinned to her lap, under her spellbound with the hypnosis that was her voice; You weren't sure if you could move or if you'd stay compliant even if you wanted to.

"I-I ruined you? How could I eve-" Your words are cut short when her fingers hooked onto your leggings, taking them down with ease whilst whispering sinful truths into her ear.

"I'm hungry and it's all your fault, I haven't looked at another neck in 10 months, sugar and let me tell you...living off blood packs isn't sustainable for a woman like me, and that, I will have to fix and soon. And how, tell me, do you think I should fix it, Y/n"?

Your mind ran, it ran with many things but the first that falls from your lips is fueled by shock, "What do you mean 10 months, Selina"?

From your point-of-view it had only been 3 months since you'd known one another, she'd only been working there for that long so it couldn't have been ten months but the more you ran through it, the more you realized what she'd meant by two truths and a lie, and if she'd been watching you that long, truly...Was all of it true?

"Do you wanna run"?

You'd sat up by now, running over everything in your head repeatedly trying to come to terms with the fact that what seemed to be Satan, herself was in your living room, her fingers running the length of your neck and collarbone watching you put it all together.

Did you wanna run? A normal person would wanna run hell anyone in their right mind would be calling the cops, right now yet you were still there sitting in her lap, watching her hands run over your skin, her fingers now playing with the fabric of your lace pink thong.

"Do you wanna play two truths and a lie, Selina"?

If Sel had a heart it would probably be beating out of its chest right now, how could this innocent, pure little thing be so close to death itself and not completely freak out? "Lay it on me".

Y/n stands up, Selina's eyes following after you when you do, slight surprise on her face as you, instead, take down the pink thong on your own, your eyes dancing with mischief, you speak too calmly for a woman standing in front of the undead who'd apparently been stalking her for longer than they'd even known each other.

"1. I knew that you weren't human...2. I hate all things bitter, sour. And 3. I, myself, ... am not human".

You reveled in the way Selina's eyes widened, how her shock turned into intrigue thinking over your words and making her final decisions before she pulled you in closer by the thighs, her chin resting on your legs, sage green eyes staring up into your e/c ones.

"Tell me a story, mama. I wanna hear it all from those gorgeous lips of yours, and don't leave a thing out, ight"?

Your breath hitches at her words, lips parted but not a peep comes out. 'Adorable', Selina thinks, pulling you back onto her lap and spreading your legs effortlessly, her head dipping down to whisper into your ear. "Ready, set..."

Her fingers move to toy with your clit, a dangerous, sadistic smile spread ear to ear, finally getting what she wanted, and God was it worth the wait. Her cock twitches in her pants, and she's glad she has a semblance of self-control, she just really needs to hear every little thing Y/n says, she finds your words...fascinating. And maybe, maybe she wanted to see your squirming and moaning in her lap, dripping from her fingers dipped into your sweetness all by themselves.

Struggling to get your words out.

"Witches blood. My family's one of the oldes- Selina... I-I'm also half-wolf, I could smell it on you from the moment we met".

"Wolf's blood... and witch? It must be why you smell so damned sweet, a hybrid. I don't know how I didn't peg it sooner". Selina grunts into your ear, her hips involuntarily bucking up against the wolf, now that she knows, she's aware she has something more special than originally thought. she takes a moment to think before dipping her fingers inside your cunt, she knew she couldn't wait too long, she had too much desire building within her own stomach.

"If I were a stronger woman, I'd have you trembling and squirting on my lap before I even thought about fucking you but when it's you..."

Pulling her fingers from your pussy, she puts the fingers in her mouth, fangs popping out when she gets even the slightest taste of your essence on her tongue. "My control— It's evaporated into nothingness so here's what I'm gonna do".

She stands you back up, but this time she follows after you, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway to your own room as well as you yourself could find it.

"I don't want to compel you but I could make it easier on you when I feed. Now is that what you want, Darlin"? When you turn back around, she's lowering her pants, and underwear revealing 7 inches, circumcised and a caramel brown, it's something that leaves Y/n's mouth-watering. She shouldn't want this but she does, and it's intense.

"No".

That was exactly what Selina wanted to hear, she needed to know in her heart of hearts that you wanted this just as much as she did, and even if she had the power to bring you to your knees, herself? She wanted it to be real, fuck this wasn't like her at all but her cock wouldn't let her hold back any longer.

"And you know what that means, princess"? Sitting on the bed, she brings you over to her, stood between her legs, she turns you to face the door, groaning quietly at how beautiful you looked up close and personal, better than any invention of you her fantasies could create. "Spread your legs and talk to me".

You're snapped from autopilot, spreading your legs only to be grabbed swiftly into her lap, and this time she keeps your legs open and breathes into your ear, "I said...talk to me".

Taking her length in her hand, she guides her cock between your slit, collecting your slick and pulling an audible shudder from you as you finally begin to talk, "I-it'll hurt. I know, but I don't...I want it to".

Selina grunts. She grunts, and suddenly her cock is bottomed out and sunk deeply into your cunt, the only things heard are the sounds of the effect she has on you, from the squelching between your thighs when she sinks as deeply as she can to the way you let out the cutest little yelp she'd ever heard, tugging your hair back, she exposes your neck to her.

"It will hurt, but you don't care. You don't even care. Fucking masochist, look at yourself".

Scooting to the end of the bed, a hand firmly around your waist and the other forcing your eyes to the full-length mirror in the corner of your room not allowing you to look away, and the sight is as erotic as Selina made it out to be; You can see her slowly pumping into you, your lips parting to allow soft moans to escape, eyes struggling not to roll back. And when you look up to her, she's already staring back at you, lips curved into a shit-eating grin still leaning down so she could whisper into your ear. "You see that, hun? You're so pretty, baby but my god...You're a damned whore".

Her words though degrading are said with the care you'd provide a wounded animal with, they are meant to lull, to tame, and you were so sick with arousal that you didn't even notice you'd fallen right into her trap; She wasn't about to let you leave.

"You're gonna look at yourself and bounce on my cock, got it"?

Without needing anything more said, you'd been broken out of your stupor and ready to obey her every whim, your hands are braced on the bed in front of you, eyes to the mirror, and back arched; Selina, pressed against the headboard sitting with eyes low and a hand resting on your hips, she watches the first roll with an entranced intrigue, your hair still wove around her fingers, she lets her fangs graze your neck, reveling in the way you slightly flinch but never stop moving.

"Count down from 3..."

Her claw digs into the hip she holds, pricking the skin beneath and drawing your blood with a scent so dizzying she forgets her own words, and with a hiss, she sinks her fangs into your neck.

"T-THREE"! Y/n screams out, pain melding with pleasure, your cunt clenches tightly around her, ensnaring her into a chokehold, the light behind your eyes bright and blinding you feel yourself growing ravenous as the room fills with your collective pleasure and Selina helps you along with the thrusting when she realizes how distracted and clouded you are with her feeding from you.

She doesn't let up, she speeds up her pumps, pulling herself back from your neck, your ass pressed to her pubic bone, she savors the way the blood looks against your complexion, licking you clean, her hands move from your hair and underneath your chin, tilting it up slightly. Raising your leg for better access, she angles her hips deeper inside you, drinking in the way you moan her name. "I knew it, shit, I knew it...so. damn. sweet".

"S-sel, I need a little more, I need—" Your head is on fire, you didn't even notice that it wasn't only the lack of blood clouding your judgment, but something more, Selina's pheromones carried a floral scent to it that sent you into a world of your own, enhanced the already natural chemistry the two of you already had.

"Ah, say please, pretty thing. Mommy can make it all better".

Her voice is like a siren's song, a snake charmer. All you can do is succumb to her efforts, your cunt soaking the bed and in kind, Selina's stomach and thighs, as well as your own; You feel her throb inside of you, swelling at your words. "Please...please mommy".

She couldn't deny that, now could she?

This time, her eyes lock in on her target, the space between your shoulder and the nape of your neck, the final nail in the coffin of your lovestory, then it would all be set in stone. "Mm, since you asked so nicely".

"Cum. for. Mommy".

Selina growls into your ear, pushing herself to the hilt and sinking her fangs into your neck again, this time harder than she had before, on a mission to make you hers for good. Your body quivers in response to her power, moans loud yet strained, she can feel the moment you let go; Your legs wrap around her torso, and your cunt turns into solitary confinement, keeping her in an inescapable hold, hole twitching around her.

She could cum at that alone but it takes a few more rough pumps, her body leaned over yours, she holds her wrist up to your lips and compels you to bite. "It won't hurt me, I promise".

And so you listen, not as though you had much of a choice; It's when the black de-oxygenated liquid spills onto your tongue that she finally climaxes, rope after rope flooding your womb whilst you feed from each other shamelessly, heads filled with only thoughts of sin.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

She watches over her sleeping figure, a crimson-splattered soft grin spread across her face, she watches Y/n's mate mark swell and glow as it all settles down, and leans down to whisper in her ear.

"The midnight won't be so bad, not with you here, sweet deer".

All she gets in response is all she needs, Y/n turns in her arms and wraps herself up in Selina's grasp, mumbling incoherently; she presses a kiss to Selina's shoulder.

She falls into a dreamless sleep.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: let's call this your birthday fic, love you more than the moon loves the sun, happy 21st grandpa bear~ <33 @u4iuh

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The Royal Romance, Bk1 Ch1: Once Upon a Time (Pt. 3)

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Story Summary: In this novel-style retelling of TRR, beloved scenes with original commentary from the Choices stories including your favourite group of royals and friends will be expanded upon. Contains extended commentary and scenes from the original story, in-depth descriptions of bonus scenes, and premium choices and outfits.

Chapter Synopsis: Love awaits in the royal court of Cordonia as Riley competes for the Crown Prince! Will she accept his proposal, or will someone else win her heart?

Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: All rights to original commentary, scenes, and characters from The Royal Romance series reserved to Choices and Pixelberry Studios. No copyright infringement intended.

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On the other hand, Riley headed over to the table where the three guys sat, talking. She put on her best smile and set down a few menus in front of them.

“Hello, gentlemen. I’ll be taking care of you this evening,” Riley politely introduced herself, pulling out her pen and notebook to write down their orders.

Maxwell grinned at her, bouncing in his seat with excitement. “Waitress, steaks for the table.”

“How about some filet mignon, medium rare and prepared with a bearnaise sauce?” Tariq suggested, before pondering his choice for possibly something much more extravagant than he initially asked for.

Riley laughed. Clearly, this group had never been to a casual New York dive bar before. They were a breath of fresh air, compared to the drunk locals who also came in at the same time demanding pints of beer and sloppy Joes. “The closest thing we have to filet mignon is the deluxe burger.”

Tariq frowned in disappointment, hesitating to look over the menu to see if the unfortunate news was true. “Dare I ask for your wine list?”

Back in the restaurant, Liam noticed that Maxwell, Drake, and Tariq had found a table and were talking to a waitress. Her dark brown hair hung in waves almost like a waterfall down her back. She wore a cream-coloured work shirt, black leggings, and a red work apron around her waist.

“We’ve got an excellent vintage house red,” Riley slowly answered, having the feeling his frown would continue to turn downwards with her reply.

Tariq gasped as if he couldn’t believe the words that came out of Riley’s mouth. “House red?”

Riley shrugged her shoulders, smiling sheepishly at the three men at the table. “It also comes in white.”

Drake laughed at Tariq’s woeful reaction, turning to Riley. “We’ll be fine with a bottle of whiskey… and four deluxe burgers.”

Glancing at the three men at the table, Riley furrowed her eyebrows in curiosity. Who was the fourth person? “Four?”

In response, he nodded behind Riley and Liam took that as his cue. There, Riley turned to see the man walking towards the bachelor party and her eyes widened.

He had eyes as blue as the deep sea, a straight pointed nose, and a hint of a stubble on his face. He was dressed in a black blazer, white dress shirt, navy blue cravat, black dress pants, and black Oxford shoes. His copper blonde hair was neatly swept into a right-sided part and his thin lips were already working into a smile that radiated such genuinity and charm that Riley’s stomach immediately filled with butterflies.

Whoa. He’s really cute, Riley thought.

“Sorry I’m late,” Liam apologized with a shy laugh, making his way towards Riley. “Thank you for your patience, Miss…?”

Riley blinked before snapping herself out of her daze, mustering out a simple, “Uh, Riley.”

“My name is Liam. Charmed to make your acquaintance, Riley,” the handsome stranger flashed a dazzling white smile.

“Trust me, the pleasure’s all mine. It’s nice to meet you.” Riley shyly replied, her cheeks flushing. Liam had looked down, biting his lip with a smile as bashful as her own. “Now let me go put your order in. Be right back!”

Liam watched as Riley walked away towards the restaurant kitchen window. She tore away the paper where she had written the guys’ order in her notebook, sticking it on to a steel order wheel where other orders hung in preparation and letting kitchen staff know what their order was.

For some reason, he couldn’t help but observe in almost a trance-like state how Riley almost seemed to float across the room. She was handing out menus to new customers one moment before balancing dishes on her arms and gracefully setting down plates in front of other tables.

“And now that I definitely am down to get a face tattoo, that’s how we’ll end the night!” Drake exclaimed, noticing how Liam had hardly said a word during their conversation at the table.

Maxwell excitedly grabbed his friend’s shoulders. How exciting was it that Drake had finally come around to his wonderful idea! “Yeah, Drake! That’s the spirit!”

“What do you think, Liam?” Drake questioned, arching an eyebrow in curiosity in his direction.

With his eyes still fixated on Riley, an autopilot response slowly came out of Liam’s mouth. “Sounds great…”

“Okay, now we know he’s definitely not listening,” Drake stated, taking a swig from his whiskey. It wasn’t hard for Drake to know when something else had preoccupied Liam’s mind. Not when he had known his best friend for his entire life.

Maxwell pouted, letting out a disappointed sigh. “You were kidding about the tattoos, weren’t you?”

“Hush, Maxwell. Something’s going on with Liam. He’s distracted,” Drake informed him, keeping him in the loop of things.

Liam’s eyes widened, as he sat up straighter in his seat and cleared his throat. Why had his throat suddenly gone dry? “What? No. Of course not. Brotherhood. Bonding. Where were we?”

“You can tell us what’s wrong,” Drake offered to him, knowing that every once in a while Liam needed to confide in people he trusted. “Is it the rumblings in Lythikos? The water rights over the Royal Orchard? The controversy over the location of next year’s Art Festival?”

“The fact that Drake’s not going to get a tattoo with us?” Maxwell added. Maybe Liam could possibly change his mind? Drake was known for going along with things the second that Liam took an interest in them.

There was no use lying to his two closest confidants. If anything, perhaps they had some wise words for him to help deal with these newfound emotions. Liam took in a deep breath before quickly exhaling. “It’s… our waitress, Riley.”

“I knew it!” Maxwell triumphantly cried out, looking at him with a smug look. “Now it’s a bachelor party!”

Drake leaned back in his spot, thinking to himself for a few seconds before speaking up, “Huh.”

“What?” Liam asked, wanting to know what he was thinking.

“I’ve never seen you get this way about a girl before,” Drake commented. It was true; Liam had met so many ladies at court over the years as a prince, yet this was the only time he seemed genuinely interested in one before. Especially one who was across the ocean in America working in a New York dive bar.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Liam sat up straighter in his spot. He felt a warm blush across his cheeks and he was certain that he looked absolutely flustered. “I’m not any way. I’m just worried that we’ve imposed on her good nature.”

Finally catching on to what Drake meant, Maxwell commented, “Uh-huh.”

“Sure…” Drake added, as he and Maxwell exchanged knowing looks.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind being impositioned on further…” Maxwell noted, waggling his eyebrows in a playful manner. Hopefully they knew what he meant to say…

Maxwell could be clever, but this was unfortunately not one of those times. Drake sighed, running his hand down his face. “Maxwell…”

“Or you can just leave her a nice tip when we pay the check! You know a Beaumont never shorts a bill!” Maxwell briskly suggested, with a hint of nervous laughter. “Water bills, phone bills, car bills, dinner bills. We’ve never shorted any of those before! With all the money we have, of course. But even if we did, that wouldn’t be a bad thing…”

That was an uncharacteristically long answer for one simple suggestion. Drake eyed Maxwell suspiciously. “Of… course…”

Maxwell knew he had said too much. If Bertrand was there, he would reprimand him with words like, “Maxwell Percival Beaumont, why must you expose the true nature of House Beaumont’s finances in front of important company?” He could feel Bertrand’s glowering gaze at him all the way from Cordonia. Giving another uneasy chuckle, Maxwell fiddled with the collar of his shirt before taking a giant bite out of his burger. That should shut him up for now.

Drake leaned over to Liam, whispering with a concerned expression, “Is Maxwell acting weirder than usual, or is it just me?”

“It’s hard to tell what the baseline weird level is…” Liam admitted, though he did notice that Maxwell had been quite anxious whenever money was mentioned.

Drake stared at Liam hard for a moment. Of course Liam was still absentminded, his eyes following Riley across the room. Drake stated, “You really are distracted.”

“Perhaps…” Liam replied, only half listening to his friend. Riley giggled in front of a table of elderly women who had complimented her, making his heart warm at the sight of her smile.

Drake noticed the look in Liam’s eyes, before he advised him, “Okay, go. Talk to her.”

“I couldn’t,” Liam declined, shaking his head. There was absolutely no chance he could talk to her without making a complete fool of himself.

Moving on from his little comment about his house’s money, Maxwell asked, “What’s stopping you?”

“What’s stopping me?” Liam repeated, before instinctively saying, “The crown.”

“There’s going to be a revolution if you have one conversation with a waitress?” Drake responded, trying to put things into perspective for Liam. “Besides, none of that matters tonight. If only for one night, this is the moment when you get to be human.”

“Also, the tattoos…” Maxwell quietly suggested, taking a sip from his drink.

Drake groaned, as he lightly smacked his friend on the back of his head. “Maxwell! Anyway, it’s just a conversation. What harm could there be? It’s not like one little choice here is going to change the entire fate of Cordonian history.”

Feeling enlightened by their conversation, Liam answered with relief on his face, “You’re right.”

“I usually am,” Drake plainly responded, knowing for a fact that he was right. It was very rare for him not to be.

Liam breathed in, feeling a slight hint of nerves coursing through him. “I’ll… go talk to her.”

“Perfect. And then we’ll be on our way,” Drake responded, setting the plan in motion.

“It’s a plan,” Liam stated, before placing a gentle hand on Drake’s shoulder. “Thank you, my friend.”

Drake smiled, reciprocating with his own hand on Liam’s shoulder. “What are friends for?”

Liam nodded, grateful as always for Drake’s steady presence. Drake had been through the best and worst times that Liam had ever experienced in his life. He always knew what to say whenever he doubted himself and this time was no exception.

Liam stood up, feeling oddly nervous for an inconsequential interaction with an almost stranger. “I’ll be back. This’ll just take a moment…”

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❝ △ — HEADCANON : miscellaneous / i.

here is an overview about my rendition of the hero of twilight, i will expand further on these concepts at some point in the future but this is just to serve as a general overview on how i write link :)

link found that the more and more he took on his wolf form, the more it seemed that the abilities tied to it also became apart of his mortal being as well--he can understand and even speak to the animals not just in ordon but hyrule overall… the goats can be quite chatty. also, he still has the sixth sense from his wolf form, though it can be a bit overwhelming sometime, causing him headaches. when in human form, if he see's a stray cat or dog or any cute cuddly animal really link will pick them up and love on them--he has always been extremely found of animals but even moreso now as he feels they better understand him than people.

paired with the above, link has developed a strong taste for raw or damn near raw meat ( blue rare steak, beef tartar, exclusively eating fish as sushi, sashimi, or ceviche style ).

while being apart of the destiny tied to hyrule and the three golden goddesses--he doesn't really have faith in the religion aspects behind it ( kind of hard to believe in something that you are ): with this, he'll attend meetings at hyrule castle as the hero but does not partake in the political discussions regarding the kingdom nor give opinions. now, depending on the topic, link can actually be a bit of a chatterbox but he is always wary of damaging the image of 'the green garb he wears/the kingdom's savior' so he chooses to remain silent in the vast majority of situations, allowing others to do the speaking. plus, he still views himself as a simple country boy with an obvious southern-slang ridden accent and isn't the most proper mannerisms wise outside of being a strong fighter.

while a shepherd / farmhand by trade link is actually very smart in a plethora of intellectual pursuits—if not playing with the kids in ordon or working, he can usually be found at home with his head stuck in a book on a variety of subjects, his favorites being those of magic and swordplay…because of this he was able to put a lot of book knowledge into actual practice during his journey, shown when he is highly adapt at using the various tools in his arsenal: bombs, boomerang, bow, ball & chain, clawshot, dominion rod, etcetc ( though as the inheritor of the triforce of courage i believe it also comes with the past knowledge of its past wielders / his incarnations ).

my thoughts on lila: he does not love lila in a romantic way, he definitely views her as a very close friend, even as a younger sister. she helped him a lot when he first came to ordon as a young child with his parents ( his mother was frail and his father thought the peaceful village of ordon near the spirit spring would do her health better ): and has always been kindhearted, he admires that about her—even with everything destiny has tossed his way, link is glad she was apart of it. even if at times the things she says can make him flustered, out of the sheer boldness.

the hero shade (hero of time link): spent a good deal of time actually talking with link, outside of just teaching him the seven hidden skills of the blade. specifically about the true burdens of the destiny he was born into and his own regards as the legendary one, as well as how to cope with the whole wolf think ( as he, too was once transfigured not of his own digression ): the relationship is even greater than mentor and student, but a grandfather to his grandchild. note: if you play 'hero of time link' while this is true for this blog's canon, i can always omit it in threads with you, if you have a different version of the hero shade.

you will rarely find link out during morning. he has become a strong night owl, preferring dusk-the witching hours (12-3am) after his adventures with the twilight princess, he longs to see it again and while, searching for a way to see midna / the twilight realm again, he clings to the brief spans of time when it seems the world of light and shadow coexist.

he has frequent nightmares, leaving him in a constant state of sleep deprivation and dark bags under his eyes. he knows he defeated ganon, he knows zant is long dead but he worries for the world he no longer as access too as well as the future fate of his own.

link wishes that another 'soul of the hero' is never needed. he wants to spit in the face of the golden goddesses and even hylia to a degree ( from what has been told to him from zelda about her, she's as bad as the rest but not as much ): to tell them the next time they need a hero do not look to him or any of his descendants. his talks with the hero shade have helped a lot regarding his feelings but link's unable to go back to the life of easygoing peace he once knew, he craves adventure--even if also terrified by the notion of needing to save the world again.

#△ — headcanon › ❝ secrets kept close beneath boundless courage ❞

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Can we try? (Zuke x Purl-Hew drabble)

Below the cut! Also, what's their ship name? ZukeHew? Purlzuke? Idk

Summary: Zuke's relationship with romance is complicated, but he's goingg to try again. (More of a warm up oneshot this time. Might do Zuke x Zimelu next)

Author’s note: Rarepair time baby! I was originally going to do Rin x Zuke, as I’ve seen lot’s of cute media of it, but then I had an idea: What about a ship I haven’t seen yet? (It’s so rare, if it were a steak, it’d be mooing.. Either that, or I somehow just didn’t notice it before.)

Zuke's relationship with romance was… complicated.

He didn't dislike the idea of romance. Quite the opposite, really. He wanted to have a partner in life.

The thing is… he was afraid. His last relationship resulted in a bitter, fiery, frightening end.

He shivered at the thought, subconsciously running his hand through his hair.

Needless to say, he didn't need a repeat of that.

After a while, he came to the conclusion that romance… probably wasn't for him. Even if he wanted it to be. He just gave up trying.

He met Mayday, his best friend, band partner, and roommate. He was glad he met her.

She was a great friend to have, he felt comfortable around her. Safe. As they shared their love for Rock together. Eventually the idea of romance drifted away from him. He stopped thinking about it.

Then the revolution happened.

It started with Sayu's comment. While she was wrong about his feelings being for Mayday, she did have a point, in a way.

"Ba-bump! Ba-bump!"

"Ba-bump?"

"It means follow your heart Zuke!"

He started thinking about it again briefly, before Mayday refocused everyone on the fight at hand. The revolution continued to be a distraction for Zuke, Yinu and DK West took his mind off it, (even if his brother brought a whole different kind of baggage) it gave Zuke something to prioritize. Until they met 1010.

“Haters gonna hate. When we show up, we get the sexy mission done. You better put on your tactical thermal goggles, ‘cause we’re gonna bring the heat!”

Ugh. So cheezy. It was just like 1010 to say things like that. May fawning over them didn’t help. Neither did the factory constantly dropping more bots each time they broke one, making the whole ordeal last even longer. The whole situation was aggravating to Zuke. At the time, he didn’t get what so many people (including May) saw in these guys.

At the time.

After 1010, there was the battle he dreaded, more than he did Tatiana.

Nadia.

He missed her. He respected her. He understood her. He loved her…

Then he feared her.

He ran from her. He hid from her. He fought her.

“There is no one… Not even him.”

He comforted her, but still kept her at arm’s length.

When the rock revolution ended, he and May went indie again. Eventually, they became friends with various members of NSR. He began talking with Eve again, even if it was a bit tense. He also found himself bonding with Sayu’s crew, as well as Yinu and her mother. May, of course, quickly got attached to 1010.

Speaking of 1010…

That was what all these thoughts accumulating were about. Zuke had a bit of a dilemma going on.

One of the 1010 members, while as flirty as the rest, had chosen a different target to show his affection to. While most of them focussed on Mayday, one chose Zuke. The blue-haired, sunglass-wearing, boy band android: Purl-Hew.

Yeah, he didn’t know why either.

Well, at first, he didn’t even realize that was the case.

A tapping on the sewer cover brought Zike out of his nap on the couch. Grumbling for a bit, he climbed up the ladder and pried open for the unexpected guest.

He had to squint as he was met with a bright blue light. A synthesized voice pierced into Zuke's ears.

"Why does something so beautifully radiant hide away in the sewers rather than gracing the world with your light?"

Zuke rolled his eyes, "Dude, May's not here, you can stop. She'll be back later, I'll tell her you stopped by."

Then he closed the sewer grate, and descended back into his home.

'Huh. Wonder why it was just one of them this time.. Don't they usually do things as a group?'

He figured it was just a weird, one time occurrence.

Then, weeks later it happened again.

The tapping, Zuke opening the grate. Purl-Hew humming out a cheesy pickup line, Zuke telling him that May wasn't home again, and him closing the grate.

Then again.

And again.

It became almost a routine at some point.

Weeks of Purl-Hew randomly dropping by. Almost every time it was when Mayday happened to be out.

Another few days went by, and May had gone to see a movie. Originally they were going to see it together, but Zuke's back and legs started acting up and he wanted to stay home and rest.

May offered to stay and help him with anything he'd need, but he insisted he would be fine and she should go still. It took a bit of convincing, but she eventually agreed, on the condition that he'd call someone if he needed help.

So, once again he was alone at home, laying on the couch.

And the tapping happened again.

He let out a frustrated groan.

Reluctantly he pried himself from the couch slowly. If he was careful (and lucky) maybe he'd be able to climb the ladder without hurting himself too much.

The climb was slow and cautious, yet still sharply shot pain up his back as he moved.

He pushed the manhole cover aside, poking his head out into the world above.

Once again, Purl-Hew was back.

Before the android could say anything, Zuke let out an exasperated sigh, already preparing to close the sewer's entrance.

"Dude, again, May isn't here-"

"I know."

Purl-Hew's hand caught the metal cover, preventing Zuke from closing it.

Zuke froze.

"... What?"

"She took Eloni to the movies, so I knew she wouldn't be here. I want to see you." Purl-Hew stated, his tone making it seem like that was an obvious fact.

Zuke tried to read the robot's expression, but with him wearing his signature tinted glasses and his silicon lips pressed into a thin line, it was impossible to read him.

"I uh… why uh… why though?" Zuke quizzed.

The android, despite not needing to breathe, did so just so that he could let out a frustrated sigh.

His hands practice shit to Zuke's sides, hooking under his arms.

Just as fast as he grabbed him, he yanked him out of the sewer and held him above the ground.

Zuke's feet dangled over a foot above the ground. Stunned and shocked, he could barely utter a question before he was interrupted again.

Purl-Hew held Zuke close, almost slamming his lips into Zuke's with a firm but chaste kiss.

Zuke might have been human, but he felt like a computer program crashing.

All thoughts left him, all he could do was look at the blue bot wide-eyed.

Purl-Hew pulled away, looking Zuke in the eyes.

"Does that answer your question?"

"I- I guess? I mean, yes? But also, why me? When did this," Zuke pointed at himself, "Become a draw for you?"

The android's jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right?"

"Aren't you?"

"No!" He protested.

"Is it really that hard to believe that I find you attractive?"

Zuke paused, thinking of his response. Purl's tone sounded so genuine, despite his mechanical voice.

"I.. I'm just not used to this. It's not that I see myself as ugly, but I know I'm not anything too special. I'm just… me." Zuke confessed, shrugging as best as he could in his position. He still was hovering over the ground in Purl-Hew's grasp.

Purl pulled him close, touching their foreheads together.

"I'm very drawn to you, Zuke. You're not only a good looking guy, but you're also loyal. Kind. You have a relaxing atmosphere I've grown to appreciate about you. I like you… I want to spend more time with you, I want to know more about you. Zuke.."

He pecked Zuke on the cheek.

"Will you go out with me? On a date?"

Zuke's heart jumped into his throat.

Could he date someone again? After all this time? Did he want to?

… He wasn't sure how to feel.

But..

He chewed the inside of his lip. Purl-Hew's been trying to get his attention for months, relatively politely too.

He too was putting himself out there. Flirting with someone who's shown zero reaction to it till now. Opening himself up, and letting him be in a vulnerable position.

Zuke took a breath.

"Okay, we can give it a try.."

"Wait- really!?" Purl-Hew's voice raised. Excitement bubbling to the surface, his cheeks glowed a brighter blue.

Zuke nodded, avoiding eye contact.

"Y-yeah.. Let's try it out.."

In a matter of milliseconds, he was pulled into a hug.

"Thanks Zuke. You won't regret it~"

#nsr #purl hew 1010 #1010 #no straight roads #nsr zuke #nsr eve #nsr mayday #implied that zuke has multiple sclerosis #zukehew #purlzuke #purl hew x zuke #rarepair #so rare that if it were a steak it would be mooing #drabble #can we try?#oneshot #fanfic #might add more later idk

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Temptation Pt12

Trigger Warning! Mentions of abuse and sexual assault/rape at the beginning- doesn't go into detail

Bella's safe, she spent a few nights in hospital, but is now home with a cast on her broken leg. Carlisle had told her parents that she fell down a flight of stairs and through a window. Now it's time for the prom. Alice and I are helping Bella get ready for the prom. I'm doing her hair and Alice is doing her makeup

"Kat?"

"Hmm" I hum in response

"Why weren't you bothered with the blood?" Bella asks looking at me

"I guess I never really told you my story did I. Well, it's kinda hard for me to talk about, but I have never been bothered with blood really. I'd much rather eat food, maybe if I had both I wouldn't have to eat as much, but it doesn't bother me. I would much rather eat a rare steak, but as you know my family aren't the best cooks"

"Hey" Alice nudges me

"But we get by, Carlisle will buy me raw meat, which I'm not overly keen on, but it really helps me build my strength up"

"How did you turn?"

"She hasn't even told us the whole story. Just that she was dying and a vampier bit her"

"Carlisle?" Bella ask looking at me through the mirror. Sadly I shake my head

"No, James" I reply "1930 my pack here in Forks was attacked by another, everyone either fled or died. The leader of the enemy pack had lost his mate, the one he imprinted on, so he wanted someone younger, me. I lived with them for 2 years enduring everything from beatings to sexual assault. One day I found out I was pregnant and I managed to escape" I look up from brushing Bella's hair to her face in the mirror, even Alice had stopped doing Bella's makeup to look at me "months went by and I managed to hunt and live on my own, but things got hard when I was due to give birth, I wasn't able to move as quick. Then one night when a storm had blew in, I went into labour. I guess I was never caught because I don't give off a sent, but when I started to bleed I was found. That night I gave birth to a baby girl" I smile remembering my babies blue eyes. My face quickly changes "they thought I was dead. Thats when I heard fighting, wolves fighting. Eventually it was over, but I was lying in a wood, bleeding to death. I was praying that my body could heal it's self, and it was just slowly. A vampier came, James, took one bite of me then let go. Another vampire came, who I later learned was Carlisle. He saved me, but I refused to go with him because I was half wolf"

"I'm so sorry"

"Things go better eventually"

"So how did you meet the Cullens then if you didn't leave with Carlisle?" I look at Alice who smiles

"I stayed in Forks for a bit, kept an eye on my daughter, her name was Judith. It turns out that the enemy pack was run out of town. I thought it would be better though if I left so I moved to Tenasee where I saw Emmett for the first time. We didn't meet till many years later of course. I went back to Forks, lived on my own for so many years in the shadows watching my daughter grow, fall in love, get married and in 1955 she gave birth to a baby boy Billy Black" Bella and Alice both gasp "I stayed watching over them for another 5 years, before I started to get lonely. Knowing they would both be safe in the pack I left, fled to Alaska of all places. Then my first day of school I met Edward and Alice". We finish helping get Bella ready and jump out of the window running back to our house so we can get ready ourselves.

At the prom Emmett and I walk along the red carpet and have our photo taken, Alice and Jasper are behind us. We go over to the the drinks table

"Is there food?" I ask taking a cup, Emmett smiles shaking his head

"Come on lets go dance" I drink my drink and taken Emmett's hand as we walk over to the dance floor

"All right, slowing it down" Eric says as the upbeat music turns into a slow song. Emmett wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap mine around his neck. I place my head on his shoulder

"I'm so glad Edward decided not to kill you that first day of school

"As am I" I chuckled "Emmett"

"Hmmm" he hums into my hair

"I want to tell you and the others about what happened, how I became, this"

"You don't have to tell us anything"

"I'm guessing Edward probably already knows, due to the mind reading thing, but I told Alice and Bella tonight. I'm ready to tell you" I look up into Emmett''s eyes

"Later, lets enjoy now" I nod my head before placing it back on Emmett's shoulders "I love you"

"I love you too"

#twilight x reader #twilight #emmett cullen x reader #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jasper cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #rosalie hale #breaking dawn #new moon #eclipse

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the-starry-seas · 1 month

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okay the curiosity has finally gotten to me. Tell me about Winter. What's their gender situation? Sexuality? Favorite food and color? Opinions on wet floors? Opinions on rare steak? Feelings about heights? Literally anything else too.

Winter's first gen and it makes him feel so old sometimes <3 He's the responsible dad in a usually-vaguely-exasperated way, he worries a lot, especially about the younger clones. He's well aware that their squad is ragtag and experimental and they could very well all be decommissioned at a whim from the Kaminoans if they're deemed a failure.

When Order 66 happens, he's the one who hears about it first, and he's the one who immediately gets them all as far from the rest of the GAR as possible. Being Force-sensitive means the squad's chips don't work properly so O66 didn't affect them like all the others. His worry was that O66 would lump them in with the Jedi and their vode would be coming to murk them.

He's somewhere in the realm of agender but he's not super aware of what's going on there. He has so many other things to focus on (like keeping the twins out of trouble, which is a full-time job) that figuring out his gender is a non-issue for him. He's well aware he's gay though, he's a blushing mess when a pretty boy flirts with him.

He loves chicken parmesan, it's got that nice combination of meat, cheese, and pasta. Hates lasagna though, there's no reason for pasta to come in sheets like that, he has strong feelings about it.

Favourite colour is that sort of fluffy pastel blue that you sometimes see right after a sunrise. He likes sunrises too but he doesn't really watch the sun itself cause it tends to hurts his eyes.

Wet floors are his enemy but it's mostly because he has to do a penguin-y sort of shuffe to feel like he's not gonna slip and the twins simply never let him live it down. He threw his bucket at them it's fine they'll all live.

Disapproves of rare steak but that's because he's under the impression that it's bleeding and that's just not appetizing to him. Even if he found out otherwise, he still wouldn't like it.

He doesn't mind heights except when one of the twins are piloting. Zenith does a great job in the cockpit, the kids not so much, they have a lot of energy and excitement and they make it everyone else's problem, bless their hearts.

Also since I mentioned he's Force-sensitive, there's a few abilities that he's particularly strong in! Force barrier (a defensive Force power composed of Force energy), alter environment (various techniques for manipulating nature [generally stable character who snaps and calls down lightning on threats? yespls]), cleanse mind (negate an on-going mind-affecting Force power from themselves or an ally within their line of sight), Force empathy (sense the emotions of others, and potentially even manipulate them [mostly used to make other Jedi be nicer about Star cause fuck the generals and not in the fun way]), and Force jump. Which is last on purpose cause his knees ain't what they used to be and he can't go hopping up onto roofs and shit like he used to.

#clone force m #ct winter #i just copy-pasted all the ability descriptions from wookieepedia cause i'm kinda tired

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mh-the13thyear-au · 2 years

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MH: The 13th Year: Clawdeen

Clawdeen Wolf is one of the many children of the Werewolf (second daughter), and she is one fierce ghoul. Growing up with a big family, she is naturally loyal and looks out for those she's closest with. However, beware of her fierce temper if things get out of hand or if someone messes with her friends. Clawdeen is also fierce with her sense of style and fashion, dreaming of being one of the best designers in the world.

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-BIOGRAPHY-

Name: Clawdeen Wolf

Age: 15 (at start of AU; 19 years at the end of AU's main story)

Gender: Female (uses she/her pronouns)

Hair color: Brown with auburn highlights

Eye color: Golden yellow

Notable traits: Brown fur (extra fur in ears, chest, and around wrists and ankles), slightly curvy body, sharp claws (that retract), sharp and large canine teeth

Height: 5'7"

Birthday: April 30th

Freaky flaw: Hair and body tends to grow out of control, so a lot of styling and grooming occurs and becomes a part of her daily routine. Due to her temper, Clawdeen easily lashes out and loses control when she sees a full moon (but that only happens when she's in a bad mood)

English voice: Salli Saffioti

-FAVORITES-

School Subject: Economics, Art

Activities: Fashion design, shopping, hanging out with friends, makeovers, playing soccorpse and baseball

Color: Purple; gold

Food: Steak (polter-house cut, cooked rare)

-RELATIONSHIPS-

Family: Harriet Wolf (mother), Clawrk Wolf (father), Clawdia Wolf (older sister), Clawd Wolf (older brother), Howleen Wolf (twin sister), Howlbert Wolf (younger brother), Lunette Wolf (younger sister) Apollo Wolf (younger brother), Barker Wolf (baby brother), Pawla Wolf (baby sister)

Pet: Crescent

BFFs and Friends: Frankie Stein, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Ghoulia Yelps, Abbey Bominable, Spectra Vondergeist, Toralei Stripe (frenemy), Jinafire Long, Skelita Calaveras, Venus McFlytrap, Marisol Coxi, Silvi Timberwolf, Bonita Femur, Viperine Gorgon, Betty L. Geuse, Gertie Gremlin, Lucille DeVille, Sandy S. Quatch, Pawline Graywolf, Em Westeros

Romance: Catrine DeMew (friend and later girlfriend), Thad (ex-boyfriend)

-OTHER NOTES-

started coming out as lesbian after her trip to Scaris (she knew she was attracted to ghouls a few years prior but didn't realize that she doesn't have the same attraction to boys until then)

social media username is "thatwolfclawdeen"

on top of being part of the Fear Squad, she is also a member of the school's Soccorpse team

founded the Monster High Fashion Designer club

#kimmy's mh au #mh the 13th year characters #mh the 13th year clawdeen

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celestialspecial · 2 years

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These Beautiful Torments (Pt 2)

Recovering from the fight that has left him badly wounded both physically and mentally Billy tries to piece together the parts of his past. To remember who he is, or was, but it’s never that easy is it?

Warnings: Trauma, Depression, Eventual Smut, Violence, Unplanned Pregnancy- Canon? We don’t know her. (If I missed any feel free to let me know)

“Did I like meatloaf, before?” You looked up from the book you had brought to read to Billy today, Wuthering Heights because you couldn’t find one of the lighter books you’d been reading to him. The Hobbit, The Divine Comedy, even a few scattered fairytales when he was asleep.

“No. You didn’t.” He pushed up against the pillows, staring out the window.

“Well at least some things never change.” You muffled a chuckle, flipping the page. He turned back to you, growing disinterested in whatever he’d been staring out outside.

“What did I like?”

“To eat?”

“Anything.”

Over a thousand thoughts flew to mind that you wanted to share with him. How he enjoyed his coffee black, even had a favorite mug, how he loved the thunder and when the clouds made daytime look like night, that he claimed to hate pie but every time you’d make it he’d finish every bite.

How he loved grocery shopping late at night so it was just you two in the store, how he’d joke with his buddies about how you’d dragged him to the theater to see some musical when secretly he enjoyed every second, you’d hear him whistling tunes from the show the next morning when cooking eggs.

And yet, you couldn’t share any of that with him, at least not yet. Drawing in a deep breath while in thought.

“You liked rare steaks and single malt whiskey. Your favorite color is dark blue.” You hummed in thought sifting through more surface level things, “You are good at baseball. You’re a good driver and you can have a wicked sense of humor.” A small cringe wondering if you took it too far on that last one. He doesn’t seem to notice as he turns over all this information in his head.

“How did we meet?” You almost found yourself waiting for Krista to walk in so you could avoid this topic. Not sure if it was wise to respond.

“We met years ago. We have mutual friends and then we ugh… we became friends.” He nodded. When he wasn’t looking at you and you couldn’t see what his eyes were doing the rest was hard to discern beneath the mask. That stupid mask. You didn’t know how he got it, but that doctor, the therapist had said it was a coping mechanism.

“We became friends-“ he repeated back to himself, maybe making it sink into his mind more deeply. You wanted to tell him more, to tell him how when you two were introduced you fell head over heels for him, how he swept you off your feet, then kissed you so deeply your toes curled in your shoes and you were his ever since.

Your hand twitched in your lap, the ache, the urge to just, touch him. Caress the side of his face and rip that god forsaken piece of plastic from his face. To see how much the scars had healed since you last saw him without the covering.

When he didn’t push further and ask anymore questions, you picked up where you left off reading. Rain started to patter against the windows, soft but then picking up ,loud enough that it started to drown out your voice. When it seems like a fruitless effort you placed the bookmark between the pages and closed the book silently.

Billy had turned to look out the window a while ago, head resting against the pillows so quietly you assumed he’d fallen asleep. Beginning to slowly pack up your things in hopes to not wake him until you heard his voice.

“Wicked sense of humor, huh?” You ceased your motions, lifting your head to see him staring back at you. Dark depthless eyes beneath stark white plastic. Pretending to play it off like it was just another of the simple facts you’d shared earlier you continued packing, putting the book in your bag, and gathering your coat, hoping to leave before his therapist arrived within the hour.

“Yeah. Sometimes downright filthy.” You quipped, buttoning your jacket, grateful you brought something waterproof today. “I’ll see you soon. Unless you had any more questions?” Chuckling lightly as you made the way to the door, hand braced on the knob.

“Was I a good kisser?”

In the elevator to the parking garage you were still turning over Billy’s question in your head. He might not remember his fight with Frank, the 6 years you’d been together or that he had been the CEO of a mega corporation but his mind was still sharp underneath that mask.

You’d never been able to hide things from him, he could always read your body language and whatever seemed to be running through your mind at any given time. Even as he was healing it seemed that perceptive nature that always ruled was still at work, seeing through your ‘just friends’ game.

Or maybe you were overthinking it, maybe he didn’t know and enjoyed getting a rise out of you like you’d heard he’d done to his therapist once or twice. You hadn’t answered his question, turning so he couldn’t see your small smile, for fear that you’d break down and end up spilling all of your past with him.

A wave of nausea washed over you, you knew why and it could be added to yet another item on the list of things you were keeping from Billy. Pulling out your car keys, hands shaking a little as you slipped into the drivers seat.

Your phone buzzed and a string of emoji texts came pinging onto the screen. Karen.

“Dinner???” Followed by no less than 5 pizza emojis. Taking a moment to gauge if Pizza would stay down if you had it, eventually giving it and saying what the hell, asking where to meet.

Your stomach grumbled loudly as you pulled into the pizza joints lot and the smell of garlic and fresh baked bread tinted the air. Karen stood on the steps up to the place, practically bouncing in place. You ran out of the car into the pouring rain and up the steps, smiling widely as you both stepped inside, escorted to a booth up front to watch the rain from.

“How are you? Did you see him today?” Karen asked, pulling apart a mozzarella stick as you nursed a glass of water, scanning the menu avidly.

“I did see him. He… was more talkative today. It was nice.”

“I’m noticing you’re ignoring my first question.” You rolled your eyes at her, giving a half smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“It’s hard. Every time I go I think it’ll get easier but it hasn’t yet and-“ you trailed off wondering if it was even worth your time mentioning it.

“It feels like you’re running out of time” she ventured a guess. Karen was one of the very few people that knew your plight. That your boyfriend had been painted as a monster, had been nearly killed by his former best friend and you were carrying a part of him with you. He could barely remember your name, how were you to tell him that something else had transpired before his disfigurement.

“ I AM running out of time. I’m already-“ just touching 4 months. And was he any closer to getting his memory back? And if he did and was fully healed, he’d almost certainly just be put in jail, taking the fall for all the crimes that had been committed by his former officers and commanders.

Karen reached across the table taking your hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m doing everything I can in my power to make this right, to contact-“

“Frank ISNT gonna talk to you. He did this, he” your voice cracked and you realized how crazy and emotional you must have sounded. Frank had every right. At least if these things that were being pinned on Billy were true. You prayed they weren’t. Couldn’t be.

“ I know this is hard for you.” Karen continued,” I’m not going to pretend that I can even begin to understand what you must be feeling, but being constantly stressed and worried about things that are out of your control, we’ll they’re not good for you and not good for the baby.” And there it was. You’d spent so much time denying it, fighting it, but you couldn’t anymore.

Billy was a good kisser, too good in fact. He’d always wooed you, taken care of you in whatever way you needed, so when he came home stressed and frantic it was your turn to ease his worries. You’d kissed and fucked on nearly every surface of your apartment. He kissed you like a man that knew his end was near, showering each part of your body in adoration and attention that no one else ever could.

His mouth tasted like heaven but his body only understood sin that night. Then after you’d fallen asleep, drunk on the sensations that overtook your body, he was gone. All he left was a note saying he loved you and would be back. Then the next morning you were sitting outside of the operating room waiting to find out if this man you cared about more than anything in the world would make it through.

You’d denied the morning sickness, denied the moodiness, anyone would be feeling unwell if their boyfriend was in a coma after being beaten half to death. Not to mention the friend you’d had in Frank was now gone. He’d been Billy’s closest confidant and you’d grown to see him as a brother as well. You thought when this time came you’d be married, surrounded by Karen and Frank, and other close friends, with two stable jobs. You two had mentioned moving out of the city or at least getting a small vacation house.

All those dreams were dashed the moment life support had been brought up then not a month and a half later those pink lines showed up. You’d cried, all night and all day, then you’d gone to see him a few times after that and the day he’d yelled at you, confused and angry that he couldn’t remember who you were had crushed you.

Taken aside and even though it might not have been meant as such, were reprimanded by his therapist. Admonished it seemed for just…existing. For wanting to be by the side of your boyfriend, even if he didn’t know who you were. If Krista knew you were…we’ll you’d held off saying anything for as long as possible but you began to notice a softness under your shirts that hadn’t previously been there. The promise of a full blown bump inevitable.

When you’d first found out the thought had been there, that it didn’t have to be like this. That this wasn’t the right time, that if things worked out you guys could try again, in a few years. Something. But you watched Billy unconscious in his hospital bed, the memories of him knowing somehow deep down he’d want this. Maybe he’d never get his memories back and you’d just be the nice girl with a toddler coming to visit him. Then what?

A lump formed in your throat, somewhere between anger and wanting to burst into tears. Karen immediately saw your face change and gripped your hand tighter.

“Hey, hey- I’m here for you. You’re not alone in this.” But a few stray tears escaped and trailed in long lines down your cheeks.

“I can’t even tell him we were together, cause it might set him off. The stress might push him over the edge and damage him even more.”

“That’s bullshit. He’s a tough guy, he’s still here isn’t he? Yeah maybe you can’t dump it all on him at once but little by little.”

“His therapist told me not to say anything.” Karen’s face showed the disgust she must have been feeling.

“Does she even have a degree? I know you might not agree…but you know Billy better than anyone, I think for certain things you can decide what to share with him.” Your mouth opened in response but Karen held her hand up continuing, “I know you’re afraid of hindering his recovery further but you’ll regret not saying anything to him down the road, cause if he never gets his memory back it doesn’t hurt to say anything now and find your peace.”

She was right. Unless of course this new info triggered an aneurysm and did actually kill him but his doctor had been reassuring that Billy was on the mend, so the only thing between you and Billy was Krista.

“You’re right. You are. I’m just afraid. It’s pathetic.” Karen shook her head fixing you with a loving and sympathetic gaze.

“It’s not pathetic to have gone through so much, and be worried about ruining it somehow.”

“Maybe I’ll say something. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow on the 4th floor anyways so I’ll already be there.” At that Karen’s face softened, a sweet smile reminiscent of an older sister, at least that’s how she felt to you.

“Let me know how he’s doing.”

“If he talks to me.”

“He’s not the one I’m referring to.” You laughed taking a heaping serving of pizza onto your plate.

“And if it’s a girl?” She laughed as well following suit and grabbing two slices onto her dish.

“It’s Billy. It’s gonna be a boy.” Take a huge bite she made a goofy face at you. “I’ll put feelers out for frank, and to dig up some more info. I know that Rawlins guy was a piece of shit, there’s gotta be dirt and info hidden somewhere. Something to clear Billy’s name.” She wasn’t saying or doing this just for you, she had been close with Billy as well, grown close to Frank And in doing so befriended those around him. “Plus I know a guy, he’s good at blending in with the shadows and knows his way around the uh… the law, as it were.”

You didn’t know exactly what she was referring to or even if there was another side to this story. But maybe there was, maybe there was a chance.

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undead-merman · 3 years

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⸸Jersey Devil Asmodeus and Leviathan⸸ GN- Reader SFW

Asmodeus

Appearance

At seven feet tall Asmodeus has long equine-like legs with massive hooves as large as a man's head and just as capable of crushing one as well. His fur is rather long on his legs, especially around his hooves, but it’s well groomed.

He has a long tail which has three barbs at the point which are razor sharp and when whipped can leave massive gashes in nearby trees and rocks. The barbs on his tail are polished a pearly white.

His back which is slightly slouched has a set of large leathery wings with barbs on each finger of the wing. His wings are as dark as a moonless night but along the fingers of his wings they have a pinkish tint.

His mouth is littered with large pointed teeth, porcelain white and made for tearing and ripping. He also possesses a black prehensile tongue with a tip of pink at the very end. His eyes are goat-like with horizontal pupils that glow a wine red.

On his head are goat ears that twist and turn to any sound but he also has a pair of horns that stretch back past his head a few inches with a few ridges along the length of them.

Monster habits

Living in and around a swamp like biome is a bit difficult for him since he has a distaste for uncleanness but he’s happy that because of his presence humans are scared to come near his domain. He does get lonely though so venturing out isn’t out of the question and he always has a good laugh seeing humans clamoring about after seeing him.

He enjoys singing to the song birds every once in a while. They sing back to him and he’ll mimic but when they sense his presence as they approach, they quickly turn to flee wildly, leaving him alone. He always feels a bit dejected afterwards, his tail falling sadly to the ground.

Sometimes though when he’s bored or in a bad mood he loves attacking humans and terrorizing them, driving them mad. He takes great pleasure in seeing how his mere presence can cause terror and kill the people around him. His laugh sounds like a mix of tearing metal and a hyena laugh. He takes livestock as payment for their annoyance.

He’s very wary of nosey humans wandering in since he relishes in the many bounties that grow or can only be found there. Rare herbs and flowers as well as the beauty of unspoiled nature. He has a love hate relationship with humans hating them for being tiny pests to him bothering his home but thriving off their terror and fear of him. He craves to hear them talk about him in fear over and over.

Spending time with you

At first, he just sees you as another annoying human deciding to go where you don’t belong. He was excited to terrorize another human and perhaps ready to rip them apart but you gasped and had a look of terrifying wonder and you stupidly took out your camera to take a picture of him as he leapt to you and knocked you over pinning you to the ground. Instead of anger on his face and showing his teeth his face was hot and flushed. He asked you why you came out so far and by yourself. Unlike the others who had tried hunting him down you were simply curious and wanted to see him.

It was right then and there it felt like he was struck with cupid’s arrow. Right at that moment he had to make you his. He grabs you by your shirt or shoulders as you're laying on the ground and flies back to his home. He takes you to a burrow underneath a collection of trees which is surprisingly spacious. He’s all over you calling you all sorts of pet names and just adoring you.

He takes you to some of the more romantic looking locations. His favorite is sitting on the ruins of an old building long since forgotten overlooking the forest in fall. The leaves dance around you both and it feels like only you two exist.

He’s willing to do whatever it is you enjoy doing, bird watching, treasure hunting, simply just exploring the splendor that nature has to offer. He just begs of you to not drag him into the mud or make him play with bugs. He treats you like royalty ready to do everything for you since you’re so small and fragile compared to him. Plus he can’t hide how much he adores seeing your sweet face smile when he helps you down from ruins or trees or when he feeds you.

His favorite thing to do is to have you both groom each other. He'll brush and style your hair and wash your back making you look as stunning as him but he enjoys it if you do the same to him, both working on each other lovingly he can't help but shake his tail like a happy dog.

If you want to fly he’s happy to let you. He’s face lights up with a huge grin and takes you in his arms as he flies over the tall tree tops and soars over marshes. If you're feeling brave enough he’ll let you swing from his arms and the whole time he’ll laugh with you as your feet swing trying to make splashes in the water.

Dark tendencies

Ever since that encounter he and you were now partners forever bound to one another in blood, body, and soul. So he’s now banned you from leaving the forest. And he tells you as he lovingly takes your chin into his fingers that he will know. He knows everything that happens in the forest. He plays it off with a kiss and a smile but with that cold seriousness tells you he will hunt you down if you even try.

Asmodeus might even invite you to terrorize nearby humans be they camping or living in random houses or even the whole town he doesn’t care as long as they are suffering. If you refuse or try to scold him he frowns and pouts asking why you care for those nasty little things. He’ll try to pull you out of the den gently to take you and join him but any kind of resistance or protest his frown turns into a scowl and he’ll fly out.

If you allow him to take you he’ll take you to

If any humans start coming near you for any reason he can sense it, and no matter where he is or what he is doing he darts through the forest branches before ripping them apart in a fit of rage. He despises such nosy humans. All of them are awful, you're the only expectation.

Misc stuff

Despite hating bugs he does like butterflies. He’ll care for them, leaving them flowers or small dishes of blood to drink. He names each one and can recognize each one.

He doesn’t cook his food but taking care of you and making you food, he finds he quite likes cooked food. He enjoys a nicely cooked and lightly seasoned steak and his wings shiver every time he eats it.

Leviathan

Appearance

Standing at an impressive seven and a half feet, his long legs are cervine and have short fur and it’s dark like dusk turning to night with some hints of navy blue when light hits them in the right way.

His tail is long, much longer than his body and has three terrifyingly sharp serrated barbs on the end each barb is serrated and can slice through nearly anything like it was paper.

His wings are large and he can articulate every finger inside his wings with impressive range. The webbing is torn all over and gives his wings a more rugged appearance though they have a tinge of blue to them, looking closely his veins are navy blue and he bleeds blue blood.

His mouth is filled with the same serrated teeth just like his tail. His teeth are also prehensile; he can flex them to make his teeth longer and coming more out of his gums and his long tongue is a dark indigo. His eyes are a rust orange with horizontal eyes that leaves a light trail as he moves.

His horns are exactly like that of a buck, they’re large yet velvety in texture. His ears are drooping goat ears reaching to about his chin and their the same black as the fur on his legs.

Monster habits

He enjoys the serenity and quietness of the swamps, the dark waters, he prefers to be alone. Sometimes when he’s alone he’ll enjoy just lounging in the marsh submerged in cool water with no one around except him and his imagination.

He enjoys watching the fish and underwater animals swim about. He mutters to them since they’re the only creatures that don’t flee or startle themselves to death just by seeing him, plus they’re quiet and pretty to see swirling about. Even when he’s hungry he doesn’t eat the fish, he enjoys them too much.

He absolutely despises humans but likes their possessions: books, small little trinkets, he collects them after either scaring the humans off or just eating them. It depends on how they act. But the things that he collects from them he keeps, he enjoys learning about the strange things humans make or collect. When he gets a bit antsy he hunts them down to strike fear into them, terrifying them, and taking livestock to devour or even raiding their things.

Spending time with you

It was seeing the way you treated the creatures of his domain so carefully. It made his heart race with how such a human could exist, so tender and loving. His face heated and he took off into the tree canopy not caring if you heard him he just couldn’t handle how precious you were.

Every time you came into the forest he would quickly dart to you to watch everything you did, fishing, camping, taking a walk. He admired everything you did and oh how he wished he had that thing called a camera so he could immortalize this moment.

He has to work himself up to interact with you but he panics in the moment jumping out and startling you. He’s terrified you’ll run from him so he just grabs you and flies off to his home with you. His home is a cave with a wide opening yet covered in vines and tree roots from the trees above and the floor is covered in a leaf litter of bright fallen leaves. He explains everything trying his best to not scare you.

He takes you to see some of the beautiful waters teeming with fish and life. The water crystal clear as you see the sea grass brushing each fish. Leviathan’s proud to admit he’s the one to have protected it and kept it pristine.

He pleads with you to let him share his "acquired" collection with you. Showing you the things he's found or explaining some stories he's heard. Every time his face lights up with wonder.

Dark tendencies

The forest, the swamps, the trails, everything in the forest is his. Especially you. It is all his and no one else's and he grits his teeth when people interrupt his tranquility. Humans are just so annoying yet how come they get some of the most interesting things? He hates it, it's not fair! He makes sure to let his frustration out in the most gruesome ways. Though he doesn't want you to see. He doesn't want you to be scared of him.

He'll do anything to keep you in the forest offering you an easy life with just him. Tell him all you like that you have a home to go back to or other responsibilities to take care of and he'll find a way to keep you there. After all, you love him too, don't you?

When other humans start getting too close he’s quick to deal with them so you don’t get any ideas of leaving him. He can’t have any humans trying to steal you away so he just bites into them and thrashes them around before leaving the other animals to deal with them as he quickly returns back to you. Though he makes sure to wash himself before he comes back.

Since he met you he’s been scaring off humans less so he can just enjoy your presence and spend time with you but if you two have some kind of argument he takes it out on anything in the area. He enjoys the suffering he may cause and revels in it. Enjoying every scream and sob. Then returning to you like a sad dog begging for forgiveness as if it was just a game to relieve stress with.

Misc stuff

He has very few manga but he treats them like they’re treasures. He absolutely adores them but he never knows how they end since he’s only gotten one or two of a series but if you know the stories he acts like you're a divine being with all knowing knowledge and asks you for every little detail of it.

Leviathan likes the cold and often swims during cooler weather, he simply just enjoys colder water, not freezing though.

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat.

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

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mitsukui · 3 years

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honey droplets | b.w.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x reader.

Summary: when the full moon hits the night sky, Bill can’t help but suffer a little. Thanks Merlin you are always there, right beside him.

Word Count: 1,3k.

Warnings: none! Bill and the reader bath together and mention sex, but it contains no sexual content below.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: feeling a bit iffy about this one, so I’d love to hear your thoughts on it! Domhnall Gleeson’s existence offends me in a whole new level. I’d give him my soul if he asked for it. My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention! ♡

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A tall and well-built figure could be seen standing in the balcony of their shared apartment. The full moonlight hit his face, and one could see he was a very handsome long-haired man. He had a few scars on his face, which strangely only made him look even better. However, he carried a weary expression on his face.

Bill Weasley, once again, could not sleep.

And you sensed this. You sensed he was not there, right beside you.

You woke up in the middle of the night, and searched for him with your hands patting his side of the bed. The fact that he was not there did not make you startled. Somehow, you had grown used to the fact that, once a month, he would have trouble sleeping. Sometimes, he did not even sleep at all. Such a thing shattered your heart into a billion of pieces.

After being attacked by Fenrir Greyback, Bill had not exactly turned into a werewolf. He had been lucky enough only to develop some wolfish traits; for instance, he would rather have his steaks rare every now and then, and his body had gotten a bit more of hair, which you absolutely loved.

He was also unable to have good nights of sleep during the full moon, something he had loathed ever since the attack. It was difficult for him to exactly pinpoint what he hated so much about it. Perhaps, it was the fact that the sleepless nights reminded him of how he had been marked for eternity. Losing sleep was plainly annoying as well. Or, maybe, there was a connection with how you would always stay up to keep him company.

That night was not any different.

Alongside the cool breeze that hit his shirtless body, he felt your warm arms wrapping him in a back hug and your cheek being pressed against him. The combination of cool and warm touches caused shivers to go down his spine. He smiled to himself, but guilt soon started to run in his veins.

“Go back to sleep, darling.”

“Not without you.”

“You know I can’t sleep.” His voice manifested both frustration and firmness, especially because he did not want you to face the morning to come feeling tired over him. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I can always try, right?” You leaned back, breaking the comforting connection between your skins. Your hands traveled to the sides of his body, and gave them a light squeeze, silently asking him to turn around and look at you.

His Prussian blue eyes, inherited from his father, found yours in a matter of seconds, and a grin suddenly took over your lips. You absolutely adored his eyes and, if given permission, you would spend hours getting lost in them.

While looking at his eyes, you saw deep and beautiful oceans, summer skies, and balmy waves.

Bill Weasley made you feel like you were in heaven.

“Let me take care of you.”

He slowly gave in to your request, and accepted to be taken care of. With your hands guiding him to wherever you went, you did your best to distract his mind off his frustration a bit. You talked about things that had happened at work, or about the cute baby you had seen on the streets earlier that week.

Just like that, before any of you could realize, the old bathtub that occupied most of your small bathroom was filled with hot water and bubbles. Taking baths together was a pivotal element of your ritual for sleepless nights. You would usually spend quite a long time in the water. You would talk about unimportant things, and he would laugh carelessly at your high-spirited personality.

At that moment, both of your bodies were submerged in the temporary alleviation the water offered. Despite being taller and more muscular than you, Bill had his back leaned against your chest, being extremely careful not to hurt you. Your fingers ran across his fiery long locks, and you pressed your lips gently on his temples.

“Damn, William, you’re packing.” The vibration of his laugh resonated in your chest, and you laughed along with him, feeling relieved over his relaxation. “Your significant other must be very lucky, huh? I bet that, having such a fat cock like that, you’re a love machine.”

“I’m a fuck machine.”

You laughed loudly and even snored a little bit, bringing fresh warmth to his heart. After murmuring he was, actually, ridiculous, you decided it was time to leave the bathtub, due to the falling temperature of the water.

He was the first one to stand up, and he offered you his hand as a support for you to stand up as well. In no time, you were dry and your bodies were covered by matching pajamas.

“Aww, how cheesy!” As you stared at your own reflections in the mirror, you realized how he looked a bit better. He still carried the same weary expression from before, but he did not look as dreadful as before.

“Honestly, you tear up my reputation.” He shook his head to himself, but it was crystal clear he was not upset over anything that was happening then. It was amusing how Bill held a somewhat intimidating image, but still managed to be so soft and romantic.

Deep down inside, you were wholeheartedly thankful for his behaviors, and for him never blocking you out. Although there were moments when he dismissed your cares at first, this would never last for too long. He had always accepted and embraced all of you. Even your childish comments, your desire to wear tacky matching pajamas, and your constant tries to help him as much as you could.

“Be right back. Gonna prepare ourselves some warm milk, because I’m dating a big baby.” You stood on your tiptoes and pecked his lips before leaving the bathroom.

You left him with a smile on his lips, which, however, soon disappeared. There was still a pang of guilt in his chest, but he could not lie and say he was not feeling any better after sharing a bath with you. Your touch was always so gentle and caring, and you did not seem to be bothered by his situation by any means.

How on Earth had he gotten to be so favoured, even after so many bad events that took place in his life?

A few minutes passed by, and you returned to his presence with two mugs, one on each hand. Your beaming face assured him everything was alright, and that you got his back no matter what. You would be by his side even in the middle of the night, after having an exhausting day at work, or with your heart overwhelmed by your own problems and feelings.

You would always be by his side because you loved him.

“There you go, babe.” One of your hands gave him a black mug with a steaming liquid inside of it. Another part of your ritual was to end the night with a mug of warm milk with some drops of honey. You had read somewhere that honey could help with sleeping problems, and that stuck with you for a long time. You had always eagerly grasped at things that could help him somehow.

Your own mug was taken to your lips as you sipped the drink, and your chest felt full of a sympathetic warmth. Bill, on the other hand, did not sip his drink and this did not fall into ignorance for you. When you were about to ask him what was wrong, his voice echoed in the room first.

“Come here.”

You stepped closer to him with a puzzled look on your face, but he only dismissed it with a charming wink. His fingers ran along your jawline, and his hand cupped your face right after it. He pulled you closer to him, lips soon connecting to yours.

After dedicating one or two minutes to a kiss in which you had to focus on both your lips moving in sync, and mugs being balanced in your hands, you broke away. Your eyes found each other once more, and your nuzzled your nose up against his. He rested his forehead on yours, his next words being softly whispered.

“You taste like honey.”

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Head of the Table

A/N: So here’s a fun little fic focused on sucking Raymond Smith’s rich-ass dick! 😋 This is based on the below requests – in which you and Ray have been keeping your relationship a secret, since you’re the little sister of Ray’s boss... Somehow this whole setup results in you at a nice restaurant, hidden under the tablecloth, sucking him off.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Raymond, you sucking his cock under the table at a restaurant Requests: anon request + part of a prior request from @my-name-is-alice-ayers (reader being Mickey’s sister)

Word Count: ~1k

“Just face it, Ray. You’re basically his bitch.”

Ray can see you’re in one of your rare moods today, so he takes it in stride with a quirk of his brows and a smirk on his lips. The insult doesn’t cause him so much as a twitch. It’s insulting to you just how few fucks he gives. Offensive, to be honest, the way Mr. Smith carries on enjoying his hors d’oeuvre of expensive olives.

Well, he sure as hell isn’t the only one who can offend. You continue berating your bearded, bespectacled boyfriend. “Second in command shouldn’t mean you have to act like you’re less of a man. Take some shit in your own hands.”

He smirks again. That smirk of absolute sex, working those fancy specs, and that damn mustard cardigan. “Y/N, it’s called loyalty.”

“No, it’s called treating your boss like he’s royalty,” you retort, taking a sip of the wine that your waiter just poured. “Ray, I’m one of the few who can honestly say that I know Mickey Pearson far better than you. You would earn more respect from him if you’d just stop behaving like a bug under his fucking shoe.”

It’s a point Ray refuses to take. “Just for argument’s sake, let’s pretend what you’re saying is true. What would you have me do?”

Where to even begin...? “Well, stand up to the man, as often as you can. Speak your mind. Convince him that you have every right to be shagging his sister; it’s not your fault you can’t resist her. My body is mine, not my brother’s. Just ‘cause I’m a Pearson that doesn’t mean we can’t be lovers. It’s not out of line.”

“I see now—that’s what this is about...” he realizes aloud. “You’re just tired of sneaking around, fear of us getting found. Want your man to parade you through town, loud and proud.”

“Don’t dare patronize me,” you reply, indignant and icy. “Raymond, I’m asking you nicely.”

Your guy blinks his bedazzling blue eyes. “Nice? That’s rich. Love, you called me his bitch.”

“Would you rather I call you a shit-eating cunt?” you shamelessly respond. “I’d be happy to get mean if that’s what you want.”

“Thought that's my job. You've always preferred me on top,” he reminds you, and it’s all too true. “Being dominant... dishing out punishment...”

Once he goes down this road he has already won. You won’t let him keep turning you on with his taunts. “Raymond! We mustn’t speak of such fuckery in a respectable restaurant.”

You really mustn’t, to be sure. And yet you have no clue just how much fuckery is in store. Before this night is done, you’ll be down on the floor, serving Ray as his cocksucking whore.

***************

You and your secret boyfriend aren’t here for a romantic dinner at this fine establishment—rather, a small family gathering, one that your drug lord big brother had planned, with the Pearsons and some of their most trusted friends. It’s a weekly event. And it goes without saying that King Mickey always invites his kid sister Y/N and his right-hand man Raymond.

The two of you always arrive early, say half an hour before—separately, of course, so as not to stir any suspicion. Spend some time all alone together in the lounge before your table is even ready for Mr. Pearson’s reservation. These brief chats over bar snacks and pre-dinner drinks are the closest thing you’ll get to dating; otherwise you and Ray can’t be spotted together alone in any public setting. The stress and the secrecy of it have gotten infuriating.

By the time your table is all set, no one else in your party has gotten here yet. As usual, Big Brother Pearson is far too important to bother with trying to be punctual. Ugh, fuck it all.

Before you leave the lounge for the dining room as the bright-eyed hostess beckons, Ray sheds off his mustard sweater and asks her to please check it. Reckons he looks better-suited for dinner without it, in his chocolate corduroy jacket.

The man likes his layers. Sometimes just to get him undressed for a proper fuck you have to fumble through five shirts and ten vests and twenty-one blazers.

Meanwhile you can tell that the hostess is struggling to fight back the impulse to bury her face in Ray’s fucking magnificent cardigan, and you can’t blame her. That thing is the Sweater of Snuggles™️, and smells just as good as he smells—you’ve been guilty of cuddling with it time and time again, whenever Ray is absent, out on a job somewhere. As your thoughts drift in that direction at random, you realize that you love him so much it’s really not fair...

But you also hate him, and you’ve made it your mission today to enrage him. To piss him off so hard that maybe the alpha male animal in him—the one that he mainly reserves for the bedroom—will come out and go fucking crazy. Announce to the world without shame that you two are dating, that Little Miss Pearson is his little lady.

You know you’re insane to imagine that such a thing would ever happen. But that doesn’t stop you from trying your hand. Trying to make a real fucking man of your man.

“You should sit at the head of the table, my love,” you propose as the hostess leads you to your seats—then quickly scurries off, as she senses the tension between you two building and burning with furious heat. “Have you ever in all your damn life?”

Every feature on Ray’s face implodes in a shook-as-fuck blink. Clearly you just pushed him to the brink. Looks as if he just swallowed a whole set of steak knives.

You have no way of knowing, in light of how spitefully business between you is going... but that was the moment he knew that he would someday make you his wife.

Not today, though. Good Lord no. Today you’ll be filling quite a different purpose. Performing a very particular service...

As it happens, your plan to push his buttons worked and was so fucking worth it. The rest of this night is going to be so fucking perfect.

***************

... Continued in Part 2!

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thebrochtuarachs · 3 years

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Something in the Rain - “Interruptions”

A/N: I hope you like it. As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

A modern day meet cute instance between Jamie and Claire.

AO3 / C1: A Day In June : C2: Definitely, Maybe : C3: So We Meet Again : C4: Friday Lunch : C5: Finding Solid Ground : C6: Situations

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“What should I wear tomorrow?” Claire texted Jamie on the eve of their first official date. She wanted to have an extra time to shop should the need there be.

“What do ye mean?” he replied.

“I want to dress appropriately to wherever you’re taking me, James Fraser.”

“I see. Smart casual would do. :) Sorry, I dinna thought of informing ye earlier but wouldn’t it be hilarious if you dressed to the nines and we’re going to some sort of cattle farm”

“Exactly.” Claire replied with the eye roll and laughing emoji. “Can I know where we’re going?”

“Don’t ye want to be surprised?” Jamie messaged back and saw three dots typing afterwards.

“Hmm, thinking about it, yes. I’m excited to see the Jamie Fraser Date Experience.”

“Hope it doesna disappoint. I, too, am excited to see the Claire Beauchamp Date Experience. ;)” he replied, knowing the use of emoji will make her smile as he rarely uses one.

“I hope it doesn’t disappoint, too.” she replied with a winky face too. “Are you back in Edinburgh?”

“Just about to arrive home. I might just wash and then hit the sack.”

“Rest then, Jamie. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Sassenach. I’ll message ye tomorrow when I’m on my way”

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It has been four weeks since their accidental meeting at the sidewalk. After countless run-ins, lunches, and an absurd amount of consumed soy chicken, the day of their date has arrived.

When Claire accepted his invitation three days earlier, Jamie went into a slight overdrive trying to plan what to do. He meant to ask her out when he got back - but when he found out that she met Laoghaire, something pushed him to go for it before Claire had any wrong idea about his connection with Mrs. Fitz's granddaughter.

His first idea was to go all out - book the fanciest rooftop restaurant in the city, get the best chef he knew, and plan a private dinner for them. Fancy and exclusive seemed like a safe choice and a sure hit.

Then he thought about Claire and all their interactions so far - hole in the wall kitchens, asian street food, very light and casual. Jamie pondered on the idea and realized that jumping from that to an uber private dinner might not be the best, so he kept that card to play for later.

It was then he decided to just take their casual lunch to a casual dinner. He’ll just exchange one-hour savory chicken meetings for a comfortable, popular city restaurant and longer conversations. He also decided on wearing more casual clothes, opting out of his office suits that she’d seen him often in for a navy turtleneck, khaki pants and white sneakers.

Arriving at her front door, Jamie took one last stock of himself, suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness, and knocked on her door.

What he saw next knocked him out.

Claire opened the door wearing a burgundy sleeveless jumpsuit that was both modest and sexy, yet casual enough. Pairing the ensemble with black heels, the garment hugged Claire’s curves in just the right places that left Jamie staring for a hot minute.

“Hi” Claire broke through his thoughts and he remembered his manners.

“Hi, Claire. Wow, ye look beautiful”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself. Going to stop traffic pairing blue on blue like that”

“Ye ready to go?”

“Yeah. Are we going to walk?” She asked as she locked the door to her place.

“Yes, I hope ye dinna mind. Ye live close by all the nice places to eat.”

“No, I don’t mind and also, very true.”

It was a short 10-minute walk before they arrived at Howie’s Restaurant.

“Howie’s. Interesting choice.” Claire commented as they walked to the hostess.

“We can go somewhere if ye dinna like it here.” Jamie offered.

“No, I actually quite like it here” she had to stifle a laugh at how adorable she found his tenseness was.

The hostess pointed them to the bar to wait for their table. Claire excused herself to the bathroom and Jamie ordered a light whisky for some liquid courage.

When the bartender served his drink, a familiar bloke sat beside him and greeted him.

“Jamie Fraser, hello!”

Jamie gulped the drink and turned to the man beside him. “Joe! It’s good to see ye, man!”

The two shook hands and exchanged more pleasantries.

“I’m actually meeting my wife.” He looked at his watch and then to the front door. “Oh, good, she just arrived!” Joe quickly waved her in and introduced her.

“Jamie Fraser, meet Gail Abernathy. Gail, Jamie.” he paused when Jamie extended a hand to her. “He was the guy who volunteered at our center two weeks ago. All the kids were just drawn to him.”

“No wonder.” Gail observed, her comment earning a jokey sigh from her husband. “So, Jamie, what brings you to this side of town on a Saturday evening?”

Jamie was about to share that he was on a date, but then right on cue, Claire arrives to greet the trio.

“Hello, everyone!”

“Claire!” Gail squealed as she gave her friend a tight hug.

“Lady Jane, you clean up good!” Joe remarked.

As they finished their greetings, Jamie quietly whispered to Claire to order any drink she’d like. The husband-and-wife duo caught on and couldn’t resist to pry.

“You guys on a date?” Joe asked frankly.

“First one, actually.” Jamie replied as Gail raised an eyebrow while Claire returned to his side, drink in tow.

Joe leaned closer to Jamie and pretended to whisper in his ear, “My date advice is don’t challenge her or don’t allow her to challenge you to a drinking game. You will lose”

Claire groaned while the rest laughed at her expense.

Just then, the hostess approached the pairs and told them their tables were ready. They exchanged their goodbyes and were led to their areas.

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Jamie had been a perfect gentleman.

He opened her seat, allowed her to order and choose whatever she wanted from the menu (They both went to the steak and fries!), and is making just the right amount of banter.

Claire actually liked this dining choice - Howie’s comfort food really brought out the easy ambiance and conversation to their date. She didn’t mind going to a fancier place but she knew that if they were there, things would be too formal, delicate and shy. This was much better and she’d Jamie props for this.

Moreover, what made this official first date a little bit more fun is much of the first date awkwardness is gone. They’ve covered much of the basics about their life during their lunches - their families (both their parents are alive and have retired away from the city, Claire’s an only child while Jamie had an older sister), how they chose their careers and where they went to school (Jamie is Oxford Law while Claire is Cambridge Med, the school rivalry something they joke about), their current or main interests (horses for Jamie, herbs for Claire) and many other things.

So the evening was more or less less a continuation on what they’ve normally done - catching up on their days, sharing an interesting story at work or a photo they found on the web, asking more random questions - the only difference now is, there’s a more clear and intentional purpose for knowing these things and whole lot of shameless flirting in between.

Forty-five minutes in and halfway through their steak, a man approached their table. “Dr. Beauchamp, it’s nice to see you here!”

Jamie and Claire looked up and saw a slender man, not much older than they are with grey eyes.

“Tom, hi!” Claire swallowed a fry and grabbed a cloth to clean her mouth.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening but I saw you from the bar and just had to pass by and greet you. I mean at least, this time, not at the hospital or during check ups”

Claire smiled and made the introductions. “Oh, I’m sorry. Tom Christie, this is Jamie Fraser. Jamie, Tom. He is a teacher at the public elementary school. We met when I did the annual medical checkup for the kids. Also, I’m the peds of his kids, Allan and Malva.”

The mention of the word kids made Jamie release the tight fist he didn’t know he held beneath the table. He didna like the way the man eyed Claire but it was not his place - not yet at least.

Jamie gave the man a nod but ultimately wished he’d go. When neither said or did anything, Tom said his farewells and confirmed his kids check-up schedule in two weeks.

---

They decided to share a slice of chocolate cake and one last glass of wine each to cap off their dinner.

As they waited for their order to arrive, they got startled with a loud noise.

“Jamie, is that ye?!” one man said.

“Oh, heavens, tis!” another man replied.

Jamie could not hide the embarrassment he felt as the two blokes approached their table. Once they noticed Claire, they did not waste time introducing themselves.

“Hello, I havena seen ye before. My name is Angus” the thin, beardly man extended his hand. “And ye are?”

“Hi, I’m Claire.” she reached out but eyeing Jamie for confirmation that he knew these people.

“I’m Rupert.” the other man said. “We’re Jamie’s cousins”

“Distant cousins” Jamie retorted back. “What brings ye here?” he asked while glaring at them to leave.

“We have a double date” Angus shared, pointing to the table where two ladies were indeed waiting for them.

“Then I suggest you return to your dates then.” Jamie replied then proceeded to converse with the two men in Gaelic.

When the conversation was apparently over, Rupert sighed and turned to Claire. “It was nice meeting ye, lass. Please ask Jamie here to bring around one of our office events and meet the rest of the clan. I’m sure they’d love to get to know ye as well.”

Jamie stood up quickly and had to push the two back to their table before they said anything else that may ruin the evening.

“I’m sorry about them, Claire. They are quite the more, erm, rowdy members of my family.” he said as he sat down again.

“It’s alright. They seem really nice” Claire said, smiling. “So, clan huh? Just how big is that family of yours really?” She brought the conversation back up again hoping it would ease his discomfort.

Jamie visibly relaxed and then, they were back in their bubble, “How many generations back?”

---

Desert went by swimmingly with the chocolate cake and red wine proving to be a winning combo. After an almost three-hour dinner, Jamie asked for the check and insisted on paying for the meal.

They were one their way out of the restaurant then Claire was greeted by incoming guests.

“Dr. Beauchamp!”

Claire turned to look who called her. “Oh, please call me Claire. It’s nice seeing you here”

“Likewise. Please call me Meredith.” she quickly signaled to the man beside her. “This is my husband, Derek.”

“Of course, Dr. Shepherd.” Claire politely acknowledged him with the man insisting to be called casually as well.

“Anyway, I’d just like to say that I just read your latest paper in the Journal of Pediatrics. I look forward to hearing all about it in your visit to Seattle.”

Claire graciously accepted the complement with a smile and bow. “Thank you. We’ll catch up in Seattle in a few weeks, then.” Remembering her companion, she turned to her back where Jamie was patiently waiting for her. “Oh my, where are my manners. Meredith, Derek, this is Jamie Fraser. Jamie, this is Meredith and Derek Shepherd. They’re visiting doctors from Grey Sloan Memorial in Seattle.”

Jamie returned the pleasantries and shook hands with the doctors.

“Alright, I’ll let you guys go on with your evening. Sorry for the sudden call out” Meredith said.

“It’s no problem at all. A good night to you both as well.” Claire replied as she looked at Jamie and motioned for them to head out.

Once they we're out of the restaurant, Jamie lets out a light laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I was just thinking that I’d never unexpectedly run into that many acquaintances in one evening, let alone in a date!” he shared, chuckling more as the thought further sank in his mind and Claire joined him in his mood. “It isna exactly part of the Jamie Fraser Date Experience”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be, there’s nothing to apologize for. I mean, who would’ve thought, right?” Jamie retorted, his humor infectious.

She was touched by his honesty, not just with the situation but the entire night. He was caring, makes great conversation, and is always authentic with who and how he carries himself. She cannot make a full judgement of his character yet, as that is something she is still getting to know, but she likes what she is seeing so far.

Taking a bold step, she wrapped her arm around his as they started walking side by side back to her place.

Jamie looked at her hand, smiled and hoped it conveyed to Claire the joy he felt at the moment. “Is this part of the Claire Beauchamp Date Experience?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Only to a rare few” she said as she slightly tugged him closer.

The walk back seemed shorter than the one they did earlier. Before they knew it, they were already standing in front of Claire’s building.

“Oh, before I forget!” Jamie exclaimed as he fished out his car keys and a grey miata lit up open beside them. He pulled out an exquisite posey bouquet of red roses and handed it to her. “These are for you.”

Claire took them and smelt it, “The flowers are beautiful”

“I hope ye had a good time, Sassenach”

“I had a great time, Jamie. Thank you”

After a beat, Jamie took a deep breath, gathering strength to what he was about to say next. “Claire, we’ve known each other for about a month now, became unexpected friends in a short amount of time, had our lunches and now, our first date. I hope ye dinna think this is too forward of me but...I like you and I would like to see you again or keep seeing you, I guess.“ They we’re holding each other’s gazes as he laid out his intentions and waited for her reply.

Claire sighed and was just amazed by him. Her previous encounters are usually with male friends who constantly hang out with her then a few months down, asks her “what they are” as if she had to know or feel that something was happening from the get go. So, Jamie's forthrightness and old-fashionedness was truly refreshing and she was more than willing to give it a go.

As a final check to their chemistry, she stepped closer, tilted her head and leaned in to him. Quickly responding to her actions, he held her face on one hand and placed the other on her hips to pull her closer. He followed her lead until their lips crashed into each other in a single deep kiss.

In that moment, both Jamie and Claire knew something big shifted in the dynamic of their relationship.

This was not usual.

This is different.

And oh so good.

They felt each other smile against their lips just as they pulled apart for air.

“I like you too, Jamie and yes”

A/N: Maybe not the first date you might've thought of but hope you liked it! As always, thank you for reading! Your comments, suggestions, and questions are always welcome. If there's a story or scene you'd like to know, feel free to drop it! :)This was my original idea for the date but as I was writing it, I was going back and forth about scraping the entire thing and think about something else. But the original thought kept developing in my mind so I went back and stuck with it and cross-fingers, hoped it worked and made sense. I knew she had doctor friends but adding the Greys Anatomy characters just came about since I've been binging the show and thought it'd be fun to crossover. Hope you're keeping safe and in line to get vaccinated for the COVID-19 shot! See you all in the next one!

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