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im-an-anthusiast · 1 month

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Liar, liar

“Jeez, you alright?” asked the boy, sticking his outstretched hand right up to her face.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good,” Erin replied, plastering a toothy smile on her face. Liar, liar.

“Ah, good. I am glad. Looked like one nasty fall,” the boy said almost absently as he helped her stand. Rising to her far-above-average-for-a-7-year-old height, Erin inspected the boy. He seemed about her age – but looked unlike anyone she had ever seen. His hand contrasted hers as she held it, tan skin far different to hers, pale and freckled; his hair was unlike any she had seen before, stark white waves curling around his face, far different from the dark brown hair framing hers. He was pretty. Whatever pretty even means to Erin when thinking about boys, anyway.

“What’s your name?” the boy asks, pulling Erin out of her staring trance.

“I’m Erin. You?”

“Maxwell.”

“That’s a long name...”

“It’s really not.”

“It so is,” said Erin, her amusement surely apparent. Another thing that was apparent – to her, at least – was what would come next.

“Don’t-” he started, seemingly being able to tell as well – and not looking too pleased with it.

“Max?” Erin interrupts, a grin growing at the boy’s – Maxwell’s – apparent frustration. “How about X?”

“The dangers of getting hit by a football, I suppose. So sad seeing kids with brain damage at such a young age,” Maxwell said with an obviously forced wistfulness, trying to talk over Erin’s quickly growing menagerie of nickname suggestions.

"-Maxy?”

“NOT THAT ONE,” Maxwell said forcefully, blushing up a storm, “PLEASE NOT ‘MAXY’”

“What, can I not use that part of your name? Pfft, okay, Well.”

Maxwell narrowed his eyes, muttering, “Kids can’t go to prison for murder, right?”

The pain in her side made itself more known as Erin lit up, doubling over in raucous laughter. Even so, hunched in giggling fits, she still towered over Maxwell. And despite the sore face he was making, she could see his eyes. Those smiling, steel grey eyes.

“And the winner is... yours truly!” Erin exclaimed tauntingly, her voice almost melodic.

Gasping and panting, Well held up his index finger, before pointing it at her and talking in a manner most people with lungs don’t. “N-no... no... God... No fair...” he stuttered out, a half-hearted glare narrowing his eyes.

She laughed heartily, and teasingly said, “Oh, don’t be a sore loser, Well! I won fair and square!” Liar, liar.

“I’m not,” he paused, getting an impressively large and loud lungful of air, before continuing, “the biggest fan of this game.”

“Makes sense – since you keep losing,” she said, then added with a grin, “just like with every other game.”

“You’re... cheating,” Liar, liar. “-or something. Just... no fair!”

“Well, that, or...” she hummed in mock-thought, lit up, and exclaimed as if she had a revelation, “You suck, and I don’t?”

“You are so lucky I am out of breath right now.”

“What is it?” he questioned, one white brow raised.

“Never mind, nothing,” she said after hesitating. Liar, liar.

His eyes soft as they met hers as he replied, asking genuinely, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Erin answered, the concern in his voice only making the bile rising up her throat more biting. Liar, liar.

“Alright, Inn. You know I’m always here – should you ever need something.”

“Careful, or I might take you up on that, Well.” Liar, liar.

He wasn’t saying anything. Neither of them was. The sound of the rustling of bandages filled the dark room – and was only occasionally interrupted by the sounds of either of their breathing. The not-quite silence hung heavy with unspoken words – with omission. Liar, liar.

Erin hated how silent he was being. How gentle he was being. She hated that he wasn’t asking why or how this happened. And she hated herself for not telling him. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t. He can’t know. For his own good. Liar, liar.

He sighed. “Tea?”

“I- What?”

Sighing again, he tried elaborating, “Tea always helps me when...” he went quiet, seemingly having lost his train of thought, before shaking his head and continuing, “Want some?”

“Uh... yeah? Sure?”

He picked himself up from the bed and left the room. She could hear him making noise in the kitchen – the kitchen she knew so well – even without using Magic and enhancing her hearing, and she was thankful for every noise cutting through the oppressively deafening silence.

Before long, Well pressed a steaming mug into her hands. She hoped that he couldn’t see how they glistened with blood, that he couldn’t see the deep gashes in her flesh that stretched from her hands to her arms, morbidly decorating them – with no bandages to coat them, as her torso had required far more attention than she thought and far more supplies than he had. She met his eyes.

“It’s fine.” Liar, liar. “I’m fine.” Liar, liar.

“I would have-” Liar, liar. “-told-” Liar, liar “-y-”

“Liar,” he cut her off bitterly.

“N-no. No. No! I’m... I’m not a-” LIAR, LIAR. LIAR, LIAR. LIAR, LIAR. “You weren’t-“ LIAR, LIAR.

She looked at him, sorrow and desperation twisting her face. But he couldn’t see it. She looked into his- Liar, liar.

She tried looking into his eyes, but they weren’t there. All because of her. And no voice in her head told her otherwise.

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cherrystylinston · 3 years

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Milk butterchews

You woke up to your stomach cramping up. You were sure that Mother Nature has visited to torture you for the month. You saw your boyfriend,Harry sprawled out on the king size bed beside you. You went to the washroom and did your business. Then you came back for a good night sleep.

The sun was rising through the largest window beside your bedside. You turn to find your boyfriend staring at you with those beautiful emerald eyes. Harry coos, “Good morning m’baby”. You blushed. Even though you and Harry were together for more than a year now, you would still blush hard whenever he called you baby, his baby. “Good morning bub” you reply back. Harry just cuddled you closer. Your head was on his chest. His hands were around your waist. He was cooing sweet nothings into you ears to get you to wake up.

Harry wanted to leave for work soon but he wanted to hold his baby a little longer too. But if he didn’t get his arse up now, he would be late for the interview now.

Harry asks , “What is your plan for the day m’baby?”.

“I have to complete the project for m’graduation. So I’m meeting some friends to discuss something in the cafe near sees shop bubby” you say.

Then Harry got out of bed and kissed your forehead. He needed a quick shower before he went for work. Normally you would shower but considering the bloody condition down there you decided not to join him today.

You want downstairs to make a quick breakfast. You made waffle with a lot of chocolate chips for sees shop which you and Harry loved. Both of you ate while having small talks. The Harry left for work.

You took a slow hot shower to remove the knots on your back. Then took care of your lady business. Then you took off to meet your friends at the cafe to discuss about your project. You met your friends Sienna and Joseph at the cafe. You guys ordered some coffee and some deserts and discussed the finalisations regarding the project. Then you returned home.

Your back was aching. And your stomach was cramping. You wanted to cry. All you wanted to do was cry to Harry and watch your favourite movie while eating milk butter chew and have a long night of sleep.

You were holding back tears. But then you decided to take a hot steamy bath to soothe the nerves. You filled the bath with dried rose petals and some strawberry bubbles. You stripped off your clothes and got in. The hot steamy water did soothe your nerves and removed the knots on your back. You got out and got dressed.

You went down to sit on the massive Ivory couch on your guys’ living room. You were sprawled out on the couch with a pack of potato chips on your bloated belly.

You heard Harry’s car coming down the driveway. The you heard the keys rattling. You heard his shoes.

Then Harry appeared down the front door with tired eyes after working for a long day. Harry hugged you tightly and then kissed your temple.

Harry’s lips were pouty. You kissed his pouty lips. “Take that pout of your lips bubby” you said. “I have a party to attend baby. Please please please accompany m’baby”, Harry asked you.

“I’m tired baby. My back is aching”,you said thinking he would take the hint. “Please baby after getting back from the party I will rub your back and give you a massage m’heart”, Harry said and pouted. He used your favourite nickname knowing your would agree. “My pouty bastard” , you thought.

You agreed nevertheless. Harry went to change into his party attire. He wore a silk shirt and black skinny jeans with Gucci boots. Your belly was bloated because of your period so you wore a maxi dress. You and Harry got into your guys’ car and drove to the party location.

You and Harry entered the party. Everyone at the party were having the time of their lives. You saw Niall and Amelia chatting up,at the foyer. You waved at them and they waved you back. You saw Perrie and Jade. They hugged you. You guys were talking. Harry saw some music producer he wanted to meet. So he excused himself.

You were talking to Pez about her new baby boy and motherhood. She was showing pictures baby Axel. You were cooing over baby axel’s pictures. Perrie asked , “When are we getting a baby styles y/n?”. You cheeks heated up. Jade and Perrie were laughing their asses off at your reaction. “Shut up girls” you said. Jade said she wanted a drink. So you accompanied her.

When you returned Perrie pulled you aside. Before you could ask her what was up. She said , “Love you leaked through your dress.” Your hands went instinctively to your back side. But she assured you that due to the lighting it was not that tad visible.

You thought you should suck it up and enjoy the party but now you definitely wanted to go home and sleep in your comfy bed in your pjs.

Harry wa still talking to the music producer. So you went up to Harry. “Hey bubby. I want to go home. My back is aching. Please bubby”. Due to the lighting at the party harry could not see you clearly.

“ Y/N I need to talk to him about the next music video I am releasing baby. Can we leave after half an hour” Harry said. “ Please baby it’s an emergence I want to go home” you said.

“Y/N I said I am busy. Can you stop bothering me? Stop being so annoying for gods sake” he whisper yelled so that the music producer would not over hear his harsh tone.

Your eyes filled with tears. “Fuck me hormomes” you thought.

“Screw you ,Harry” you yelled at him with tears in your eyes.

You left the party. You called Ronald, your and Harry’s driver. And asked him to drive you home. He happily obliged.

You reached home and went to your guys’ bedroom You took off your dress and got into your pjs. You used your makeup remover and took off your makeup. You thought of the way Harry talked to you and tears started rolling down the apples of yore tear stained cheeks.

You thought of sleeping in the couch and decided against it owing to your aching muscles in the back. You decided to sleep in your guys’ guest room.

You slept once your head hit the pillow because of your long day and your period medications.

Harry came home. He was sweating profusely. He was nervous. He wanted to apologise to his baby. He was definitely out of order, calling the love of his life, annoying. As soon as he got out of the car, he quickly ran up to the bedroom. But he did not find you in the bed.

Harry started panicking. He thought you left him. But your stuff was there and he ran up around the house until he heard the sound of the air conditioner running in the guest room. Then he saw his baby with tear stained cheeks sprawled out on the bed. He wanted to apologise but he didn’t want to wake her either. He returned to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothing.

He went into the bathroom and then he saw the period medications. Harry mentally cursed himself for being such an ass to his baby. He quickly checked the period calendar he had for you. Then his eyes landed on the stained underwear and maxi dress. Now he felt way worse for not talking care of his baby when she was clearly not comfortable.

The next morning you woke up to the smell freshly made pancakes. You rubbed your eyes and woke up. You felt damp lips place kiss on your forehead. You didn’t reciprocate the kiss like you usually would do. Harry whispered , “Good morning m’love. I’m sorry m’heart. I’m really sorry. I feel awful for shouting at you. I’m really sorry baby. You can shout at me all you want. I’m really sorry m’baby”.

Harry’s pupils dilated with regret waiting for you to yell. But you didn’t. You slowly walked up to the bathroom leaving him surprised at your silence.

When you returned form the bathroom. Harry was not in the guest room . You went downstairs and your stomach started grumbling to the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup.

Harry was flipping the pancakes. He was only wearing his boxers. His eyes were a bit red and his face did not hold the golden glow which would always be present.

Harry saw you and gave an awkward smile. You hated this feeling . Uncomfortable in front of your own boyfriend. He placed the pancakes on your plate.

You ate in silence. He started making small talks after apologising. Buy you didn’t reply to any of his sweet gestures.

Your stomach was craving some of your favourite chocolate. So after finishing your pancakes. You went to the cabinet in the kitchen where you and Harry kept the chocolate. But to your surprise it was empty. You were disappointed. Your eyes started to water. But you didn’t want to cry infornt of Harry. So you went back to your guys’ room to take a bath.

Harry saw what you were looking for. He quickly went to the sees shop down the street and bought you your favourite milk butter chews. He then stopped by the flower shop and bought you the daisies which you love.

Harry knocked on the bathroom door. “Baby can I come in?” Harry asked. “Yes Harry” you said. Harry was happy that you let him in but you didn’t call him bubby his bubby, he made a mental note that you were still upset about last night.

“Baby can we talk?” Harry asked. You simply nodded. He sat beside you near the bathtub you were sitting in. Harry cupped his hands on your cheeks and looked into your eyes and said , “M’heart I’m really sorry for calling you annoying last night. I hated sleeping without you by my side and waking up without you near me. I’m really sorry you are no where near annoying. I didn’t check your period calendar, I’m really sorry baby. I hope you can forgive me darling.” His eyes were watering at this point.

You didn’t want your bubby to cry. You hugged him tightly. “ I forgive you. But don’t repeat it again” you said. But then you realised you were naked. You looked into Harry’s eyes and averted your eyes quickly. Heat rose up to the apples your cheeks. Harry was blushing too. He gave you the towel he put in the dryer for you.

You quickly dressed up in your favourite hoodie and a cotton shorts and went downstairs. Harry stood with a cute smile and gave you the daisies which he bought for you. “I’m sorry baby” Harry said . You said, “It’s okay Harry” and accepted the flowers

But the smile in Harry’s face disappeared. His eyebrows turned into a frown and his lips turned into a pout. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “You didn’t call me YOUR bubby” he said. Just to mess with him you said, “Okay HARRYYYYY”.

“Heyyyyyyy baby please call me your bubby” Harry pleaded with cute pouty lips which you wanted to kiss.

You went into the kitchen and harry followed you like a lost puppy trailing behind you. You opened your fridge and there it was your favourite box of sees milk butterchews. You eyes lit up. You quickly grabbed the box. And popped one into your mouth. The yummy flavour melting on your tongue.

“Thank you bubby” you said. Harry’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. And he kissed you, you kissed him back.

He pulled away out of breath and whispered, “M’heart you just taste like milk butterchews”.

You both giggled loudly.

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milkbaer · 3 years

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love to hate you | part 3

„Grateful about the invitation of the queen, they are however not so grateful about her plans.”

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• Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Reader (Princess of Bavaria) • Word count: 4.6k • Warnings: nothing, just the usual

• A/N: Because I’m a total idiot & couldn’t resists … I decided to switch up the collage every 2 chapters or so. C: Hopefully you all enjoy reading part 3 as much I did writing it lol

• Small dictionary: Bärli – a cute nickname, kinda a cute way to say bear Wundervoll – wonderful, lovely, delightful etc. Mein Prinz – my prince Einfach himmlisch – (prob not the best translation) simply heavenly, wonderful, divine … something is just so good that it’s like smth divine

Dear Readers,

You might have heard so already, yet another prince has set foot on English shore. Traveling from the Alps, Karl of Bavaria attended Lady Danbury’s latest soirée. As This Author has heard, they both know each other from the prince’s time at Cambridge. But I fear that I must disappoint all ambitious mamas, having made plans to snatch the other prince. Your Highness has arrived with his wife and daughter, Marie and Y/N of Bavaria. And This Author must admit that amongst the ladies of the ton, the young princess felt like a fresh breath of air. With her gown she truly looked like an edelweiss in the alps. I might say she is able to compete with our Incomparable. But do not fret all my ambitious mamas, I can assure you that the reason for the travels is not the prospect of marriage. There is no intention in looking for a gentleman on the princess’ side. All debutantes must be delighted at that, but I am sure that some gentlemen might not. But who can tell the future? Certainly not This Author, I fear.

– Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers

“I see you’ve left quite the impression, my dear,” spoke the queen, addressing you, but not looking up from the paper she held. It wasn’t the first time that you dined with a queen, but breakfast felt a bit more private and intimate than a banquet. Honestly, Queen Charlotte made you a bit nervous; you didn’t know her, and her palace was enormous and made you feel like you were in a different time. And she intimidated you, a lot. You only knew her for some hours and yet you could tell that she was the queen of giving looks. You were unable to read the queen, maybe she was judging you for something or maybe not. You couldn’t tell.

“Yes? Who did I impress?” you asked, clueless, having no idea who she was referring to. Who could you have impressed that the queen was so delighted?

“Lady Whistledown.” Friedrich’s voice caught you off guard, he hadn’t spoken to you all morning, except for a curt ‘Good Morning’. Even now he wasn’t looking up from his plate. Instead, he shoved some scrambled egg into his mouth. “The paper my aunt is reading.”

Your eyes wandered back to the queen. Indeed, she was still focused on the small, white rectangle in her hand. You wouldn’t be too sure, but she hadn’t looked up from it once. Which means, that this paper must be really good. “Pardon, Your Majesty, but when you’re done reading Lady Whistledown could you lend it to me? I would love to read it too.”

For the first time Queen Charlotte’s eyes detached from the paper and with a quirked brow she looked at you. Was she sizing you up? Was she judging you? Had it been wrong from you to ask for it? To your relief her face turned into a small, amusing smile. “Of course, my dear. You can have it when I’m done.”

The queen was right, this paper was good! You couldn’t connect any of the names to a human being and yet you couldn’t stop reading it. Once you’d knew who this Lady Whistledown was referring to, it would be even better. But you already felt bad for the poor Miss Featherington.

Queen Charlotte watched with pursed lips how you soaked up the gossip of the ton. Solely by your wide, excited but nosy eyes could she, and honestly everyone else, see how much you enjoyed the rag. But the queen wasn’t much interesting in your reading habits. Her royal majesty couldn’t get the words, the praise of the anonymous writer out of her head.

I might say she is able to compete with our Incomparable.

She watched you precisely, examining you from head to toe – or since you were all sitting, your bust. Engrossed by the gossip rag you didn’t notice her sharp, hawk like gaze on you, watching you closely. Nor did anyone else at the table. Friedrich was too occupied by his breakfast, mostly a way to ignore you, and your parents were too engrossed by everything else, the breakfast, the interior.

The queen squinted her eyes, as if that allowed her to see sharp and more of you. She deeply disliked being in the wrong and she counted, she bet on Daphne. But whoever Lady Whistledown was, she was right. You could compete with Daphne, easily. You were a princess after all, nurtured to be flawless. Her sharp eyes moved to her nephew.

She chose Daphne.

You were a princess; you weren’t participating in this game.

She wished, no wanted Friedrich to find his match in Daphne.

The Queen was never wrong.

But …

Everyone likes an interesting season, don’t they?

“Say, how do you know each other?” she asked, leaning back into her chair.

“Oh, they know each other since childhood,” Marie answered. Neither you nor Friedrich were listening. You were too focused on people you didn’t know, and your own appearance, and Friedrich was too focused on ignoring you, blending out as much as possible.

The queen pursed her lips, brooding something under that massive wig of hers. “I see.”

While reading a column about yet another unknown girl, your eyes landed on Friedrich’s name. Curious on what this lady had to say about him, and the girl, you read every line precisely. But it was hardly about him, more about a girl named Daphne and that she has caught his attention. Bridgerton … Daphne … the names sounded familiar, but you couldn’t associate a face to them.

“Who is Miss Daphne Bridgerton?” you asked all sudden. At the mention of Daphne’s name Friedrich looked up, even though he swore he��d never react in any way to your voice again.

Friedrich stared at you in annoyance and disbelief. “Are you joking? You met her at the soirée.”

“Well, I met quite a few people. I can’t remember everyone.” He didn’t know why but your ignorance about Daphne irritated, no, angered him. How could you not know her?

“Oh, Bärli,” your mother Marie stated, knowing of your difficulties. “Reddish hair, blue dress. I think she was with this one duke.”

At the mention of a certainduke the queen and Friedrich frowned.

“Oh! The one with the bangs?” you asked, mimicking Daphne’s look with your index fingers. Marie nodded, it was exactly the one with the devil, or bee antenna, like bangs. Friedrich groaned in annoyance, he couldn’t cut off the feeling that you were purposely mocking her, and he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t let you mock poor Daphne. “Why are you even asking?”

“Oh, well.” You held up Lady Whistledown. “The lady is writing about her, the duke and you. Something about marriage. – I was just curious, that’s why I’m asking.”

“Lucky Daphne, being courted by a duke and a prince.” You sighed, maybe a bit too melodramatic.

They both frowned even more. Being maybe enamoured or well, , interested in Miss Bridgerton Friedrich didn’t like listening to stories about her and the duke. As a prince he could easily marry her, but he wasn’t one who used his title for love. And the queen disliked being in the wrong, even though she liked her season interesting.

After a moment of silence and peace, the topic of Lady Whistledown and Daphne long died down, Queen Charlotte approached you again. “Say, my dear. How do you like London so far?”

“Sadly, I haven’t seen much of it yet, your Majesty. But it is a wonderful city.”

Marie giggled. “Oh, I assure you, that’s not even all. She was thrilled when we arrived in London. Oh, you must have seen her when we reached Dover!”

Your mama could chatter for hours, especially when the topic were her children. Like so often, when she got caught in her flood of words, you tuned her out and focused on something else. No one seemed to listen to Marie’s rant, expect for the queen maybe, who nodded along with pursed lips. But she looked deeply in thought, like she was scheming something.

“Friedrich,” Queen Charlotte said, eying her nephew sharply. “Why don’t you show our guest around Town? Y/N hasn’t seen it yet and it would be a shame, if she left without seeing its splendour.”

Hearing her words, you couldn’t help yourself but stare at Friedrich in shock. He should be your tour guide? Him? Your papa knew London too, he could do the exact same job.

Friedrich didn’t look as appalled, but he wasn’t so fond of the idea either. His day could be spent with better activities, and people.

“That would be splendid, your Majesty,” you uttered. “But I am sure, that Friedrich’s schedule is filled to the brim.”

“No. – Actually, he has nothing planned,” she stated. “Or am I mistaken, Friedrich? As far as I know, Miss Bridgerton is not in town today.”

He gritted his teeth, wishing it was different. “No, you’re right, she is out with her family. – But I thought about riding …”

She turned back to you, a satisfied, even victorious, smile adorning her face. “Well, my nephew has nothing planned. He will gladly show you around London.”

“B-but what about a chaperone? I mean, even if we have guards accompany us, it would be unproper for us to go alone!” you spluttered, feeling like eight again, when Franziska and you had accidentally knocked over an old Meissen vase and tried to blame Maxi for it.

Sadly, all sucked up in the moment, you had forgotten that you were visiting London with your parents. “Bärli, mein Dummerchen, I will be your chaperone,” Marie chirped. “I, too, would like to see London.”

“Wundervoll…” Friedrich groaned under his breath, resisting the urge to ran his hands over his face and through his hair. His day was ruined.

“Wonderful!” exclaimed the queen, sounding very delighted, too delighted even. “Then it’s all settled.”

Standing in the hall all dressed up in a walking dress and matching pelisse, waiting for Friedrich and your mama to arrive, you were fuming. You couldn’t believe that your planless day had been ruined like that. No activity was pleasant as long god damn Friedrich of Prussia attended to it. And when he finally arrived, dressed in his usual boring Prussian-blue uniform, you glared at him.

No.

You threw daggers at him.

Friedrich wasn’t excited either but never had he seen you in such a sour mood, not since your childhood. And when he saw you, all fuming and mad, glaring at him dangerously, he gulped. Never had he seen you look so threatening.

Stomping your way over to him, you jabbed your finger into his chest. “This is all your fault!”

Already fed up with your attitude Friedrich grabbed your finger, forcefully, and pulled you towards him, chests almost touching. He hadn’t been that close to you since your last dance. Under normal circumstances the small distance of our bodies would irritate you, but now, all filled with your anger and other unpleasant emotions you didn’t even noticed.

“It’s not and you know it,” he snarled angrily, tightening his grip on your wrist. He was so incredibly close that you could feel his breath faintly brushing the tip of your nose and cheeks..

Huffing in anger was all you did, not knowing what to retort to that. He was right and you knew it. But you never would admit it, you were far too mad at him and the whole situation. It was obvious that none of you liked the current situation and yet he did nothing to writhe you out of it.

In anger you managed to forcefully twist and pull your hand out of his grasp. Tumbling back, you gripped, and caressed your tormented wrist with a hiss. He was stronger than you remembered.

“You could have called it off,” you hissed, still rubbing your wrist. “You men always have something important to do, don’t you?”

“I can’t! I gave her my word!” He didn’t. But he was smart enough to not objecting a queen, especially if she was the sister of his mother. It was better to be done with it quickly. Who even said that he had to spend the whole day with you and your mother?

Again, you huffed, and he felt it was the only thing you did now, but it was amazingly annoying. “Of course, you did,” you scoffed, glaring at him.

Wanting to retort to that, saying anything to have the last word, Friedrich opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Yes, he always kept his words but now he was lost of them. He wanted to throw them against your head, coaxing out a reaction, another one of your vexed faces. But he couldn’t. And when his brain finally put some words together, he had to shut it because he could hear Princess Marie approaching. Friedrich had stood there like a fool, like a damn fool and giving by your haughty, mocking grin you knew. You enjoyed it, took pleasure in seeing him like that.

. . .

It was difficult to stroll around London, sharing a coach and sidewalk, pretending not to love the idea to throttle each other. Especially accompanied by a chaperone that was your mother, who not only smiled delightful at the sight of Mayfair, Belgravia and other districts but also at the enforced couple across her. Gladly you would have loved to kick his shins multiple times but not with your mama’s eyes on you.

Briefly Friedrich had shown you Hyde Park, well you drove past it and he told you it was, well, a large park, where people did different activities. He had told Marie, not you, that he sometimes rode through it. Then you stopped at a huge, impressive building called Somerset House. Having been told that inside was a huge art gallery, walls literally painted with art from the ceiling to the floor, Marie and you wanted to visit it immediately. But Friedrich had to disappoint you. It wasn’t like a public museum and only shared its extraordinary art collection with the ton on special dates. Of course he didn’t told you, that as members of royalty, and friends and guests of the queen, you didn’t have to wait for a special occasion to visit. Friedrich wasn’t stupid and certainly not keen to spending hours with you alone, ignoring chaperone and guards, between art hung walls. But he was nice enough to inform you, that Somerset House would open its doors soon enough to celebrate its new wing.

And now you were here, strolling through the streets of Mayfair, or another rich part of Town, accompanied by guards and your dear mama. If the members of the tons, and other pedestrians, haven’t noticed prince and princess by themselves, they sure would do now with their entourage.

Carefully your hand lingered on his arm, you weren’t keen on touching it. You had tried to make Friedrich stumble several times, without success, it was difficult to hit his heels when you had to walk beside him. “You can touch me, you know?” Friedrich grumbled, mentally groaning about his own words. But you looked absolutely ridiculous with your hand not touching him even the slightest.

“My uniform is freshly cleaned and you’re just making a fool out of yourself,” he whispered to you, clearly annoyed by your antics. Quickly he regretted his words, when your hand laid down on his arms, pressing your fingers in it with as much pressure as possible. His uniform sleeve was sturdy enough to caught much of your force and yet it felt uncomfortable enough.

“You’re ridiculous!” He gritted his teeth, cerulean eyes glaring at you.

You smiled innocently at him, fluttering your lashes, but he could see the scorn in your face. “Oh, why? I’m just holding onto you with my dear life, mein Prinz.”

Absolutely flabbergasted did he look at you. That was the most disgusting and confusing thing that has ever left your mouth. It had completely thrown him off the tracks. You were unable to call him your Highness but were now calling him your prince? Yours? He was shocked, to say at least, unable to form any words in response. His brain was wiped out. He felt like a fool and with his lips parted, but no words passing through, he also looked like one. And you were absolutely enjoying it. You were bathing in this moment, enjoying his response proudly.

“Oh, what’s this?” you pulled at his arm and nodded towards a whitewashed building. Gentlemen, young and old, were streaming in and out, but looking at the walls it told you nothing. Some young gentlemen, bachelors perhaps, looked rather dashing, you had to admit.

“Can we go in there?” You asked, your eyes following a charming young man with fluffy brunette curls. Having been annoyed by your constant pulling and asking Friedrich now stared at you like you had two heads. As if you were a maniac … but he wouldn’t be surprised if you truly were on.

“No.”

“And why is that?”

Scoffing at your objection he rolled his eyes in annoyance. You were really testing him today. “Because my dear Y/N,” he stated, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was. “This is a Gentlemen’s club, and you are a woman.”

With wide eyes you starred at the white house. Well, this explained all the gentlemen, and no gentlewoman, swarming in and out of the building. “Oh.”

After the failed attempt of storming a gentlemen’s club, chasing mindless after a curly dandy, the tour around Town was a bit … uneventful. Friedrich showed you around Mayfair, mostly, briefly hinting at shops, cafés and market stalls. It wasn’t like London was boring, but Friedrich made sure to keep everything brief and quick. Not that you were keen on spending your day with him. But his rushed manners annoyed you, a lot. Since the club he was prone to end this as fast as possible.

“Oh! Is that a modiste?” Marie asked joyfully, like the guards she was a good distance behind you. Following her pointed finger, you too saw the small looking shop, all adorned in soft colours. Friedrich sighed, quickly reading the words on the signs above the door. Modiste. It was really a dressmaker…

“Yes, I think so,” was all he said, praying that you two wouldn’t want to go in there.

“Excellent!” Marie exclaimed. “Is she good? Do you know that Friedrich?”

Mentally he groaned, physically he only sighed. “Uh, pardon me.”

“Oh right! I forgot, men don’t go to the modiste,” she giggled.

“Explains why you are always wearing the same blue uniform,” you muttered, unable to hide your grin. You knew that men went to a tailor instead, but you couldn’t waste this opportunity.

He really held the desire to accidentally push you into a muddy puddle, like he did when he was eight or nine years of age. Instead of following his desire he smiled sweetly at Marie.

“Oh, I bet she’s good, but a princess like you surely doesn’t need to visit a local modiste..”

Clearly Friedrich had enough of playing escort for you and if you two would ever decide to visit the modiste he just hoped that you wouldn’t take him with you. Strolling around Town with you, and your death-like grip on his arm, was barely enough for him to handle. You were really testing him and his patience. But as long as Princess Marie was in reach, he was willing to keep up the last crumbles of his peaceful façade.

Almost desperately the prince wished for the day to end.

You, however, thought differently. While you were as much thrilled as he was about spending the day together, you did not like the way he treated you, dragging you around London like a child. Maybe he deserved some more time with you, and sometimes you had to make sacrifices yourself.

Rushing, yet again, through the streets, not listening to Friedrich’s curt explanations, your eyes fell on another whitewashed house. Its windows were rimmed white, and the door was lined with little trees cut into a ball. Different to the gentlemen’s club it had a very telling sign above its entrance.

“Oh! Is that a tea shop?” you asked him, despite already knowing what it was.

Friedrich nodded to that. “I see you can read.”

Feeling quite satisfied with his answer, at least you had rolled your eyes, he tugged you arm to move on. But you kept your feet rooted on the ground. Annoyed he pulled some more until your steal-like fingers left him. “Stop it,” you said. “I would like to go in there.”

Friedrich groaned annoyed, having some tea with you was the least thing he wanted to do. “Come on, we’ve to go.”

“No!”

“We’re not drinking tea, stop making a fuss,” he hissed, not liking that more people stared at you when you rose your voice. As a prince he was used to the stares of civilians, people stopped and stared whenever a member of royalty walked among them. And they were hard not to see with guards following their every step. But being the centre of attention because of a dispute was different.

“I am not fussing!”

“Yes, you are.”

Huffing in anger, he had already surpassed your state of annoyance with his attitude, you were looking for you last straw. Friedrich might be a prince, but he wasn’t your papa, and you would certainly not let him patronise you. He couldn’t forbid you some cup of tea.

“Mama?” you turned to Marie, who’s interest was piqued immediately. “The whole Town tour is a bit long, isn’t it? Quite tiring I would say. A stop at the tea shop doesn’t sound so bad, don’t you think, Mama?”

Friedrich couldn’t believe his ears. You really had picked that card?

For mere seconds Marie seemed to consider your words if the points you made were valid enough for visiting a tea shop. However, you knew your mother the best. You knew when you’d point out the tea shop and refreshments your mama would agree. Marie never refused the chance of good pastries. “Yes, it is a bit tiring,” she nodded. “I have to admit, I do feel quite thirsty. And the shop looks quite lovely…”

“So do I, Mama.”

“Friedrich, don’t you wish for some tea? You must be exhausted too.” The way Marie smiled at him he would feel more than bad to decline her offer. Frustrated he bit his lips knowing his afternoon was sealed. Refusing you, and only you, wasn’t difficult. But refusing Princess Marie and you? He could hardly do it, especially since your mother hold a kind character. It wasn’t her fault that she gave birth to a malicious witch.

Having tea at a tea shop was different than he had expected, mostly because Friedrich and you weren’t sipping tea but eating ice and pastries instead. Well, scones and macarons surely weren’t surprising for having tea but flavoured ice? When he thought about it, he hadn’t had ice for ages. Maybe he should’ve gone to Gunter’s Tea Shop much, much earlier. He should take Daphne here, she’d love it.

“Mama, are you sure that you don’t want any? The ginger ice cream tastes amazing.”

Nipping at her cup of tea Marie smiled and shook slightly her head. “Thank you, Bärli. But I’m happy with tea and biscuits.”

To be fair, their pastries, especially the macarons were as good as the sorbet. Scooping up some more ginger sorbet you enjoyed its cool and sweet, and slight sour, taste with a delightful hum. It felt like eating angels’ dish. Adding a sweet raspberry macaron made it even better. Right now, you definitely were in heaven.

“Einfach himmlisch,” you sighed over a new scoop of ice cream. In Friedrich’s ears your overjoyed sounds were annoying but sadly also distracting. His plan was simply to ignore you until you three were done with your sweet break. But with every sound you made, and you made a lot, all gushing over Gunter’s sweets, his eyes shot to you. It was only brief, yet distracting and annoying.

Devouring delicious ice cream and pastries apparently made you so happy, you looked like a completely different person to him. More at ease, less pugnacious and … he hated to admit it, but you looked kind and lovely.

“Well, it’s good but not that good,” he grumbled, even though he thought of it as delicious as well, and immediately earned a light kick, with greetings from you. He hissed at the brief but sharp pain. Forget nice and lovely, your looks were some kind of ruse or trap to lure in the innocent to torture them with your wickedness.

But Friedrich made the mistake to look at you. It was meant as a glare, flashing you a grim look of anger, but when he saw you all innocent, and ravished by the simple taste of ice cream, he couldn’t stay mad with you. Usually, he’d love to kick you back or do anything else to repay you but now … all desire for revenge was gone.

Hm, that was really weird.

Must be the light and the whole café itself.

Foremost you sat at a very unfortunate spot, right at the window and near a shiny tray of petit fours, scones and macarons. The pastries didn’t do much to you, or him. But he had to admit that your pelisse worked perfectly well with the shop’s colours. You looked like you belonged here, which was only troubling him slightly. But the window … it must be the window. The noonday sun shone right at you, softened by the white curtains of Gunter’s. It made your hair shone bright and warm, as did your skin, especially your cheeks. You were glowing and blessed with the divine sweet taste of sherbet, looking scarily peaceful, content, and lovely, you looked like a painting that belonged to the national gallery. Daphne had been right you looked lovely.

Friedrich stopped. Had he just thought that you looked lovely? Did he just compare your looks to art? No, he couldn’t – he didn’t. You must have bewitched him with a wicked spell or something, or was this a ruse to confuse his poor mind and trick him? It must be. Knowing you the lady sitting in front of him wasn’t you, she was far too calm for that. You were two separate persons.

But your cheeks looked so warm and soft …

“Friedrich, is everything all right? Your ice is melting,” asked Marie, slightly worrying about the young prince. He hadn’t noticed that he was staring at you, very noticeable. For how long had he looked at you, admiring your changes in look?

Clearing his throat, he smiled at your mother, reassuring her that everything is alright, hoping that she didn’t noticed him starring at her daughter.

“Yes, I was just think– ,” Friedrich winced and whimpered faintly, but noticeable. With a pleased sly smile, you enjoyed another scoop. He needed some time to compose himself from your shoes, you had managed to hit the exact same spot as last time. “I was just thinking. Everything’s good.”

Except for the throbbing pain in his shin, everything was good. It was clearly that his eyes and mind had fooled him, because now he knew that you were not merely a wicked, malicious witch. Minutes ago, you had been a mermaid but you were a siren nonetheless, tricking him with your calmness into believed safety only to torment his leg yet again.

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castleofcarlyle · 3 years

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Lightwood Bane's week- Rafe and Max

Art credit to the wonderful @adricarrollart you're amazing ✨💞

@khaleesiofalicante thank you for this you're one of a kind and I may have used David's name is that okay w u? DM me if you want me to change it, Hakuna Matata 🤗

You are my little brother

They were out of popcorn. Raphael could swear he’d seen a packet of it in the top cupboard just yesterday. Maybe he was hallucinating, he rubbed his eyes and still, the popcorn remained gone. If Bapak was here, he could make them appear out of thin air but he and Max were trying to surprise them with an impromptu movie night, and calling Bapa to make some popcorn appear into the kitchen counter might probably be a spoiler. But…this could end up as a bad idea but he could call Max. Max wasn’t an experienced warlock like their Bapa, but he was the only one he had in his reach.

“OI MAXIE!”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT RAFFAELLO.”

“I’LL STOP WHEN YOU STOP CALLING ME RAFFAELLO. YOU KNOW I HATE THAT NAME MAXIEBOO”

“NEVER GONNA HAPPEN RAPHY” It seemed like his brother finally realized that all the shouting was getting nowhere since they were both competitive as a rhino when it came to calling the other obnoxious nicknames because he paused. And a breath later another shout came echoing out of somewhere in the attic.

“WHY DID YOU CALL ME IN THE FIRST PLACE TEDDYBEAR?”

“WE ARE OUT OF POPCORN, YOU NITPICK”

Silence. And then a low, furious “shit”

“MAXWELL MICHAEL LIGHTWOOD BANE, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW”

Rafe knew something was up. Max never swore openly, unless he did something and he knew he was going to get caught any minute. He should know. The last time his brother swore, his boyfriend came tumbling down Max’s blue closet wearing Max’s pants and no shirt and left Rafe, his Daddy, and Bapak to stare at the scene unfolding before their eyes dumbfounded. His Bapak changed the walls of Max’s bedroom into a revolting shade of hot pink for a week after that incident (something Aunt Izzy loved. She even spent a night there until Bapa threatened to transfigure all of her heels into sandals).

Max was visibly wringing his hands, something that did no good except affirm the fact that Rafe was right, Max had indeed done something concerning the last packet of popcorn.

“Should I ask what happened to the popcorn or will you tell me?”

“I-...” Max’s voice broke and for a horrible second, Rafe thought he was crying. He wanted to hunt down the person who had hurt his little brother, but when his brother looked up, his eyes were completely dry. He cleared his throat and loudly and said the most un-Max thing he could ever say; “I miss him.”

Max didn’t say simple things like that. He was kind of like Bapa, dramatic and hiding behind barriers carefully crafted behind humor. He didn’t need to ask who the person was, either. He knew David, Max’s boyfriend was on his travel year and that it had been almost five months now since Max had last seen him. He knew that they exchanged frequent letters filled with sappy and horny things alike, judging from Max’s expression every time he reads one. Sometimes it’s photos of David in different parts of the world. He liked David, he knew Max loves him and that David feels the same way about Max too, but sometimes Rafe was terrified of whether his little brother would get his heart broken like his once had. When it came to matters like love, Max loved with all his being or he didn’t love at all. Rafe knew that his brother was a warlock and he was proud of that fact. But he also knew that one day he, his Daddy and David would die and it scares him as hell to think of leaving Bapak and Max alone in this dark, cruel world. He knows both his father and brother are badass powerful warlocks, but the fear and love and care stayed. So he washed his hands in the kitchen sink and enveloped his brother in a bear hug, feeling his heart swell with love when Max hugged him back just as tight. They stayed like that for quite a long time, neither of them willing to let go. They only released each other when they heard the doorbell ring, announcing the arrival of their fathers. Max looked at him with guilty, wide eyes and Rafe smiled. Rafe chose not to ask about the popcorn since he had a sneaking suspicion that Max ate it all for himself.

“We’ll have to make do with ice cream then”

He winked at Max to show that his little display of emotion was a secret safe in his hands. Max grinned and then said;

“Race you to the door” It was such a Max-like thing to say that Rafe felt himself laughing, and took off after his brother to greet his parents after their long day at work and enjoy the rest of the night cuddled on the sofa with their tubs of ice cream and popcorn that Magnus brought with a snap of his fingers, and when Rafe slept, he dreamt of his littler brother.

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george-mackay-macfine · 3 years

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Let's Play a game - CH.3

Chapter three of let's play a game, as usual pick your own Jude. I know I have!

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If Jude Hastings thinks he can show up at my family brunch and act like he wasn’t committing an act of war, he sure had another thing coming.

I was going to be the best’ girlfriend’ this man had ever seen. I was going to be such a convincing girlfriend that his parents would be begging him to propose to me by the time I break his heart. I was going to be that girl that all his friends, colleagues and all his family compare his next girlfriend to.

I was going to be the girl who destroyed Jude Hastings for other women.

“Hi.” I smiled at the female officer who sat at the front desk. She looked borderline depressed with her piles of paperwork around her. “I’m here to see Jude Hastings.”

“Name.” She drawled out.

“Darcy Edwards.” I plastered the fakest smile on my face as she picked up her desk phone.

“What is your reasoning to see Officer Hastings?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” I held up the picnic basket by my side as the woman eyes widened. “And I brought him dinner.” I put the basket on the bench and riffled through finding the container of cupcakes I’d baked - Oh yeah, I’d also baked dessert - “Cupcake?” I offered the now open container of sugary sweets to the woman who looked at them like they’d offended her entire family. “There is chocolate and vanilla.” She didn’t speak, just kept looking at me.

“Hastings… There’s a woman here to see you.” She looked me up and down. “Claims she’s your girlfriend.”

“Darcy.” I prompted right as she put the phone down.

“He’ll be out in a few minutes if you sit down.” She mumbled before looking back down at her open file.

I guess that’s a no to the cupcake, then.

I pulled the container back, shoving the lid back on and storing it back inside the basket before walking over to the waiting chairs. I put the basket on one and began to fiddle with my dress.

A long summer maxi dress with sandals was the best accompaniment to this whole dinner scheme of mine. Not only was it workplace appropriate, but it gave off this virginesque vibe which would only help me win over his colleagues.

Hastings would have no clue what was hitting him.

“Darcy?” I turned at the familiar voice. Standing holding the door open was Jason Sato. Hastings partner and one of the many people I’d gone to high school with who didn’t seem to want to leave this damn town. “I didn’t actually believe him when he told me you were here to see him.” He began to laugh.

“What do you mean?” I picked the basket up and walked towards him. “Is Jude coming?” I held the basket up slightly. “I made him dinner.”

“Is it poisoned?”

“What?” I faked as gasp - poisoning it would have been too obvious. “Why would it be poisoned.”

“Because the last time you made food for him, you put laxatives in it.” Oh yeah.

“That was high school, Jason.” I gave a giggle. Sweet and innocent. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to poison my boyfriend; he’s too cute for that.”

“It was only two years ago,”

“Was it?” I tapped the side of my head gently. “Bad memory.”

“So you and Jude finally put it all behind you, huh.”

“Sure did.” I smiled as Jude appeared behind him. “Hi Bunny.” I beamed at him. Relishing in the way, his smile dropped at the use of his new nickname.

“Bunny?” Jason tried to hold in a laugh as I nodded idiotically. “Wow.”

“What you got in there?” Hastings pointed to the basket.

“I made your favourite.” I lifted the basket some more. “Egg salad sandwiches and cupcakes.”

“Egg sandwiches are your favourite food?” Jason raised an eyebrow at Hastings. Absolutely not. He hated egg salad sandwiches.

“Picnic food it is.” Hastings amended.

“Did you want to join us for dinner?” I stepped towards Hastings, who wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. “I made plenty for everyone.” Jason looked between Hastings and me. “You don’t mind, do you, Bunny?” I looked up at Hastings with a wide smile, the smile only becoming broader as I heard Jason let out a snort of laughter.

“Of course not,” Hastings grimaced, leaning down kissing my cheek.

“I am only saying yes because I want to see more of this.” Hastings grabbed my hand and led me through the police officers towards their break room. I made sure to smile and wave at everyone who looked at us, cementing myself as the polite and sweet girlfriend I was.

“How has your day been?” I asked Hastings as I began to grab all the items out of the picnic table, laying them out in front of the two seated men. “Catch any bad guys today?”

“Not yet.” Hastings grabbed a can of root beer I put down in front of him. “How has your day been, babe?”

“Babe?” I pushed my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “You never call me babe.”

“What does he call you then?” Jason asked mid-bite.

“He usually calls me wifey.”

“You what?” Jason spun to look at Hastings while I struggled to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.

“What can I say? When I see something, I want I go for it.” He picked up one of the sandwiches. When he sat back down correctly, he looked at me again, maintaining eye contact as he began to smile. “But, baby. If you’re happy to let people know I intend to make you my wife, then I’m happy to call you that in public. I just thought you didn’t want people to know.”

A challenge.

“Of course Bunny.” I walked around the table and sat down in his lap. “You know I want nothing more than to win this big heart in here.” I tapped his chest. “If you want everyone to know you intend to marry me, then I’m okay with it if you tell them.” Do it, Darcy. Win this one. “It’d make me happy, actually.” I kissed his lips, fighting off the bile that rose with the action.

“Sato.” A voice bellowed from beyond the break room, giving me a reason to break the bile raising kiss. “Call for you at your desk, line three.” Jason stood up slowly, looking at us as if we were some mutation.

“Right, coming.” He called back to the voice. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I smiled, watching Jason walk out, the door shutting behind him.

“Is this your feeble attempt at a surprise attack,” Hastings whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“You mean like yours from this morning?”

“I didn’t think we were playing dirty, Edwards.”

“We weren’t, then you crashed family Sunday brunch.”

“You needed your wallet,”

“Then you shouldn’t have lifted it from my purse.” I turned to look at him. “You started this. I’m finishing it.”

“Oh no, this is just the beginning… Wifey.” A twisted smirk covered his lips. “You know that comment I made about no more pranks.”

“Of course,” I remembered everything he said that morning.

“I take that part back.” He nodded towards my outfit. “After this little prank, I think everything is fair game.”

“Prank?” I shook my head. “This is no prank. I wanted to make my big strong man some dinner.” I poked his cheek as I spoke.

“You know I hate eggs.”

“No, I knew eggs give you insane gas,”

“Tamato, tomato.”

“Whoopsies.”

“I’m not eating them.” He looked at the sandwich.

“What’d I miss.” Jason sauntered back in.

“Nothing.” I turned back to him. “Jude was just going to try the sandwiches and tell me what he thought.” I spun around to face Hastings. “Isn’t that right, Bunny.”

“Darcy…”

“It took me a long time to make it all, the sandwiches and the cupcakes.”

“It’s lovely of you, Darcy.”

“Thank you, Julian. If only my boyfriend felt the same way.”

“Try one, man. They’re good.” Julian slid a sandwich over to him. Julian and I both watched as Hastings disgruntledly unwrapped the foil that wrapped the sandwich. Taking half of it, he brought it to his lips.

“Take a big bite! Make sure you get all the flavours.” I clapped my hands together. Honestly, I have never wanted anything more than for this sandwich to react badly with Hastings’s gut. The idea of people thinking he shit himself is nearly funnier than it would be if he actually shit himself.

“Of course.” He muttered, bringing the sandwich to his mouth. To my surprise, he took a massive bite out of it, more than I’d expected him t take. As he chewed, Jason and I watched on. “Wow,” He reached for the root beer, taking a long gulp. “Nice.”

“Try a cupcake now.” I grabbed one of the cupcakes and scooped the icing off with my finger. I was bringing it to my lips before Hastings redirected my finger to his lips. I felt his tongue work around my fingertip, sucking off all the sugary sweet vanilla icing.

“Okay, you two might just be enough to gross me out.” Jason broke us from our moment.

“That was my icing.” I sighed, pulling my finger back. I subtly wiped it on Hastings shirt, thankful that Jason couldn’t see.

“Delicious.” He laughed. “You should try one.” He looked over at Jason.

“Give me your finger, Darcy.” He winked at me.

“Sorry mate, But you’ll need to find your own girl.” His hands wrapped tighter around my waist.

“I should get going.” I unwrapped Hastings arms from around my waist. “I’ve got class tomorrow.”

“I finish in an hour. Why don’t you go to my place.”

“I don’t have clothes, Bunny.” I loved seeing a part of his soul die when I used that nickname, thank you, google.

“Well, go home, and I’ll swing by and get you on the way home.”

“He wants to romance you, Darcy, by the sounds of it.” Jason cackled, unwrapping a cupcake.

“Is that true?”

“Of course it is.” His hand ran down my back, stopping at the swell of my hip. “Romance is my middle name.”

“Now I’m sure your mother told me your middle name was Fredrick.”

“Oft.” Julian hissed. “That’s a sexy name right there.”

“Isn’t it just,” I giggled, throwing my hair over my shoulder. I knew by the look on Hastings’s face he wished I were dead right now, and I knew he could tell by the look on my face that I was loving this more than anything.

Payback is a bitch.

“I better go.” I picked up my purse and walked to the door. “Can you bring those back to me whenever?”

“I’ll bring them by tonight when I come to get you.” Jude stood and walked behind me. “I’ll be back.” He called over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” He swatted my ass, causing me to flinch forward. “Didn’t mind it the other night.” He winked.

“You bloody bastard.” I muttered under my breath as he scooted past me. “I’ll kill you.” I growled as he grabbed my hand, pulling me through the station. “When you get home, I thought we could take a bath together.” I began to rattle. “And maybe I can give you another facial, and we can watch the notebook.” I thundered as we passed by a group of highly masculine-looking officers. “Like we did last week, you seemed to like it. I’ll even use the pink face cream.”

“Jesus.” Hastings hissed, shaking his head. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

“You don’t have to.” I passed him pushing open the same door I’d entered only minutes ago.

“I’m walking you to your car,” He confirmed, holding the door open so I could move through the threshold. “C’mon.” His hand grabbed mine, pulling me along behind him. We passed by the silent woman on the front desk and out into the warming summer air. “You are -“

“Incredible?”

“No.”

“Amazing… Phenomenal… Astounding… bewildering… bewitching…”

“Insane… mad… cretinous.”

“Oh a big boy word.” We’d reached my car by now, but Hastings still wasn’t letting go of my hand. “Can I have my hand back now?”

“I don’t know.” He leant back against the car, pulling me into his chest. “I rather like the way it feels in mine.” His other wrapped around my waist, holding my body tightly to his.

“I think we need to clear some things up.” I tried to pull my hand back from him. “This whole facade thing doesn’t have to happen all the time… only when we’re around people.”

“No, sweetheart.” He nuzzled his nose into the underside of my jaw, breathing deep. “I’m going to make you fall madly in love with me.”

“Whose says I’m gonna let you?”

“Whose says your gonna stop me?” His lips crawled up my jaw before moving across the skin of my cheek towards my lips. He flipped us over, so I was trapped up against the car “Darcy,” When did his voice become so husky, and why is it sending a shiver up my spin. “Whose going to stop me?” Why did the idea of his lips on mine seem so appealing? Why did I feel like I was starving? And without the feeling of his lips against mine, I was going to die. “I don’t think you’re going to stop me, Darcy.”

He was right. I wasn’t going to stop him.

Without a second thought, I pulled his head, so our lips met. His hand let go of mine and ran up, grabbing onto my face, keeping me locked to him. My tongue traced his bottom lip. I wanted more. His lips left mine again, kissing all over the skin on my face.

“Baby.” I grabbed onto his face this time and reattached our lips. My hands wandered the expanse of his body, feeling all the muscles I was reluctant to remind myself about. “Darcy, we need to stop.” I shook my head against his lips, my own going to his neck. His hands left my body completely resting against the car on either side of my head as I kissed his neck. “Believe me, I don’t want to stop this either, but if we don’t - We’re going to end up naked on the street, and I don’t think that’s appropriate for an officer of the law.”

Dammit, he was right.

“Your right.” I pulled away from him, my chest heaving. “I should save shows like that for when people are around.” He let out a chuckle.

“What games do you have planned in that twisted head of yours.” His fingertips tapped my temple gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I pushed his body away from mine, moving so I could open my drivers’ door.

“Well, was your show in there, was that how it was supposed to happen?”

“Let’s just say, it’s not exactly how I planned it - I expected more people wanting cupcakes, I mean they’re cupcakes c’mon - but it’s turning out better than I thought.” I stopped as I was about to step into the car. “You’re going to fall in love with me, Jude Hastings, and then I’m going to break your heart into a million little bits.” Disturbingly he smiled. Not the reaction you really wanted from a man when you tell him you’re not only going to break his heart but also shatter it into a million parts.

“I’m sure you will, Darcy.” He stepped back away from the door. “But I suppose the real question is, will I break yours first.”

“Don’t count on it.” I slipped into the car.

“I’ll see you soon.” He called out as I turned on the ignition. I rolled my window down and stuck my head out.

“You won’t see me if I don’t answer the door.”

“You will.” He winked before turning and walking back down the path we’d walked together moments ago.

As I took off, my mind was consumed by one thing.

Jude Hastings.

Thoughts of him clouded my senses as I drove, and the feeling of his hands on my hips as he pulled me closer to him left chills on my legs.

He was good, but I was going to be better.

#george mackay #George Mackay Imagine #Dylan O'brien #dylan o'brian imagine #Dylan O'brien GIF #calahan skogman #Calahan Skogman imagine #Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #Ben Hardy #ben hardy imagine

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kayliemusing · 3 years

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1: Name - Kaylie

2: Age - 23

3: 3 Fears - Spiders, failure, loss

4: 3 things I love - Reading, writing, Taylor Swift

5: 4 turns on - Kindness, nice hands, humor, someone who has a really warm heart.

6: 4 turns off - Arrogance, moustaches lmao, narcissism, basket ball shorts *shudders*

7: My best friend - Her name is Megan (but also my mom lmao)

8: Sexual orientation - Heterosexual

9: My best first date - I have never been on a date.

10: How tall am I - 5'2

11: What do I miss - My childhood mostly

12: What time were I born - 2:45 pm

13: Favorite color - Red, but sometimes a nice summery, pastel yellow

14: Do I have a crush - no

15: Favorite quote - I have so many that I can't say my utmost favourite, but one that I always think about is from Richard Siken "He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand." I'm not even sure how this is supposed to be interpreted, but I just love the detail of this. Of someone looking at the moon and pointing at it, but you're looking at their hand because you're that consumed by them and also they're like your moon. anyway-

16: Favorite place - My house lol

17: Favorite food - Cheesecake

18: Do I use sarcasm - Yes, but very dryly

19: What am I listening to right now - Nothing actually. I'm just sitting in the quiet.

20: First thing I notice in new person - I used to think it was physical, like eyes or their smile, but I think it's actually their demeanor. i.e., confidence, if they're laid back, talkative or quiet, etc. Or even just how they handle things. Like when I'm at work and I meet a new co-worker I'm always noticing how they are with people.

21: Shoe size - 6.5 US but I can manage a 7 US too.

22: Eye color - Grey

23: Hair color - Ashy blonde, but I usually get it highlighted to be a brighter blonde

24: Favorite style of clothing - I'm super into the French girl vibe right now (elegany, classy, ribbed sweaters tucked into high waisted jeans or dress pants, a blazer thrown over and a nice gold necklace) but I'm also really into a summery boho look (flowy maxi dresses and skirts)

25: Ever done a prank call? No

27: Meaning behind my URL - On this account, it's just my name and then 'muses' because this account is just me talking to myself tbh. My main account is called autumnsletters which is just a combo of my fav things: autumn and handwritten love letters, and finally, my embarrassing taylor swift account is called sixteenavenue which is a lyric from her song I Think He Knows where she mentions her heart skipping down sixteenth avenue.

28: Favorite movie - I feel like i don't have one answer bc I always have a different answer to this question lmao. I think it's called A Christmas Carol (the 2009 version w/ Jim Carrey). It just makes me feel cozy and warm inside. Also: Clueless.

29: Favorite song - All Too Well by Taylor Swift I think.

30: Favorite band - Of Monsters and Men

31: How I feel right now - I actually feel really happy today, which is a change lol. I had an awful week last week, but over the last couple of days I've just felt more creative and happier.

32: Someone I love - My mom

33: My current relationship status - Single

34: My relationship with my parents - Excellent.

35: Favorite holiday - Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing i have -0 :'(

37: Tattoos and piercing i want - I want to get my ears pierced again bc the holes grew over. Low key want a nose piericing and low key want a tattoo on my collarbone (or somewhere around there)

38: The reason I joined Tumblr - Because everyone else had it and I felt left out LOL

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? - I don't have an ex

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - No

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - No i've never been kissed rip

42: When did I last hold hands? - never but it's ok bc i can hold my own hand

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Depending on what I'm doing. If I showered the night before and I'm just doing a very low-maintenance look, roughly 15-20 mins. On a normal day in which I shower in the morning and am trying to actually be presentable, roughly an hour.

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? - Have YOU shaved MY legs? No. Have I shaved my own? Yes

45: Where am I right now? - My room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - Most likely I'm not drunk, but IF I WAS, it would be my friend, my mom, or my sister (my sister would probs make fun of me and film me tho tbh)

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - Loud if I'm jamming with nothing else to do but sing along. If I'm trying to do something, I'll turn it down bc I can't focus with loud music (especially if I'm trying to write something/talk to someone/text someone)

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - My mom bc my dads dead

49: Am I excited for anything? - My sister and I are going to Banff in about three weeks so I'm excited for a getaway.

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - No

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? - I work in retail so

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? - I don't know. I think I hugged my mom at some point this week lol

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - Bye bye babyyyy

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - my cat

55: What is something I disliked about today? - I had to go to work

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - Taylor Alison Swift baby

57: What do I think about most? - Probably Taylor Swift.

58: What’s my strangest talent? - I can make stomach gurgling noises with my mouth closed.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? - Nah, pretty generic ones

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Behind the camera

61: What was the last lie I told? - Some lady asked if a product was good and I said yes so I wouldn't have to help her find another one

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Neither what the hell

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - Neither

64: Do I believe in magic? - No

65: Do I believe in luck? - No

66: What's the weather like right now? - It's calm, but a little cloudy. It was really warm and sunny earlier, but it's gotten a little grey.

67: What was the last book I've read? - I just finished this series called The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski and it was so good but so stressful omg. Still 5/5 stars.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? - Yes

69: Do I have any nicknames? - Not really, but sometimes my coworkers call my Kayls

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? - Oh my god when I was like 10 I fell during grounders and the bar hit me right on the cooch. Most painful event of my entire life.

71: Do I spend money or save it? - Spend it bitch

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? - No

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? - yes!! my blanket!!

74: Favorite animal? - I love hippos and I don't know why.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - Reading on my phone to avoid sleeping so I could prolong not going to work

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - Devil. Kind of like Satan The Devil is his full name

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Shake It Off

78: How can you win my heart? - Learning Taylor Swift's entire discography for my sake

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - tbh I really don't know

80: What is my favorite word? - Wonderstruck

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr - n/a

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - stream fearless taylor's version

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? - no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Healing

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - N/A

86: What is my current desktop picture? - it's a misty forest

87: Had sex? - no

88: Bought condoms? - no

89: Gotten pregnant? - no

90: Failed a class? - yes

91: Kissed a boy? - no

92: Kissed a girl? - no

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - no but it's a dream

94: Had a job? - I've had two so far

95: Left the house without my wallet? - Yes, sometimes I do it on purpose so I can make my mom pay for something lmao (chill i'm talking something small like candy)

96: Bullied someone on the internet? - no

97: Had sex in public? - no

98: Played on a sports team? - no

99: Smoked weed? - no

100: Did drugs? - no

101: Smoked cigarettes? - no

102: Drank alcohol? - yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - no

104: Been overweight? - I feel overweight, but technically no

105: Been underweight? - No

106: Been to a wedding? - Yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - Yes, but not since I was younger. I'm mostly on my phone now.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - Oh yeah lmao

109: Been outside my home country? - No

110: Gotten my heart broken? - Yes

111: Been to a professional sports game? - No

112: Broken a bone? - No

113: Cut myself? - Yes

114: Been to prom? - Sort of. I'm Canadian so I had grad.

115: Been in airplane? - No

116: Fly by helicopter? - No

117: What concerts have I been to? - Jonas Brothers when I was about 10 lmao and Marianas Trench when I was 15

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - No

119: Learned another language? - Tried to

120: Wore make up? - Yes. I do work at a makeup store.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? - no

122: Had oral sex? - no

123: Dyed my hair? - not a funky color, no

124: Voted in a presidential election? - Sort of; I voted for a prime minister

125: Rode in an ambulance? - Yes

126: Had a surgery? - No

127: Met someone famous? - No

128: Stalked someone on a social network? - No

129: Peed outside? - No

130: Been fishing? - No

131: Helped with charity? - Yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? - No bc I never fessed up to any crush lol

133: Broken a mirror? - No

134: What do I want for birthday? - A jewelry box

#survey

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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A Second Chance

Part 2

King Liam and Hana had been assassinated, leaving behind their loved ones. Both Riley and Drake are struggling to come to terms with this- but does their future hold a second chance for the two of them?

Series Requested by @kacie-0156 ❤️

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Liam x Riley (Past tense), Drake x Hana (Past tense), Drake x Riley (Present tense)

*Majority of the characters belong to Pixelberry*

Song inspiration: See You Again (No Rap) - Samy Jebari

Warnings: Swearing, suicide attempt mention (past tense), mention of miscarriage (past tense).

Word count: 4,300ish

Tags: If you want to be added or removed let me know: @pedudley @kacie-0156 @ladyangel70 @annekebbphotography @yukinagato2012 @ravenpuff02 @kimmiedoo5 @bascmve01 @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30 @lodberg @cmestrella @axwalker @hopefulmoonobject @rafasgirl23415 @walker7519 @drakewalker04

*****

“Drake! Leave him alone...” Riley pleaded, she knew that he was only protecting his niece- but she also knew what he was like when he was angry. His temper could make the younger generation tremble.

Letting go immediately of Theo, he shook his head assuming that he had gone too far. Thank you, she whispered in his ear.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ayah invited me. I’m so sorry...”

“Mom, you can’t exactly criticise us. You was flitting between my father and Drake!” Riley’s eyes widened, she had never heard her daughter speak to her this way. Never mind calling Drake just ‘Drake’. It was always Uncle.

“Apologise to your Mom, now. That isn’t fair Ayah!”

“No! Myself and Theo are adults. Not kids as you all refer us too.”

“Ayah, shut up!” Louis shouted towards his older sister after seeing his Moms eyes begin to leak.

“Theo, please go home. Or I’ll contact your mother...” Riley began to walk back inside the cabin- knowing she needed to sort this situation out but she needed time to think.

“Mom, wait!”

****

Drake called a cab for Theo, he and Ayah decided to escort him home. The ride was mute, neither young adult wanting to annoy Drake anymore. Deep down Ayah knew that she had deceived everybody. Deep down she knew she shouldn’t have invited her boyfriend without permission. Deep down she didn’t mean to say hurtful things to upset her Mom.

“I’m sorry, I love you.”

“I love you too, Princess. I’ll text you.” Drake watched the two of them express their love, he knew that he couldn’t prevent the two of them falling in love. He knew it was none of his business- she wasn’t his daughter. Believing that he should butt out next time.

“What have you done now? Walker get off my land!”

“Fuck you, Madeleine. I don’t want to be here either. Explain to your son that he isn’t welcome on my land when not invited!”

“My son is going to be your future king! Watch your mouth, Walker!” Drake laughed, hestically out loud. Much to the annoyance of Neville and Madeleine who both provided him with the same expression- a scowl.

“Are you going to explain to the Earl, Ayah?”

“Countess Madeleine, Earl Neville- my brother is taking over the throne. Not myself.” The Vancouver’s jaws nearly dropped to the ground. They wasn’t aware of this ‘news’.

“So looks like you lost out of the crown yet again, Countess.” Drake smirked, he looked at Theo who clearly hadn’t informed his parents of Ayahs decision.

“Inside now, Theo!” Madeleine was more annoyed with the fact that Riley didn’t tell her, whenever they spoke about the social season plans- Riley explained that the suitors were all sorted and asked Madeleine to just concentrate on the event schedule. Now she realised why Riley refused to elaborate on the suitors details.

Drake and Ayah entered the cab again, as angry as he was with her still- he looked over towards her as she was crying. Holding her hand, he assumed that she would push him away- instead she snuggled into him.

“Do... do you think he loves me? Or was he only with me because they thought he would be King? Daddy told me that he is different to them. That he could see that Theo loved me....”

“Your father knew?”

“He knew for years... Mom only knew when I told her that I was abdicating. She had an inkling that I was in a relationship. She believed it was with Jackson though... but he’s seeing Elena.”

“Why didn’t he tell your Mom? You know your Mom thinks that you and Theo are just a fling or so she hopes... Jackson’s seeing Elena?”

“I begged him not to. I know how much Mom hates Madeleine and Neville hence why we kept it a secret all this time. Yeah, I thought you’d have known?”

“What is it with you lot keeping secrets? Any other secrets that I need to know about?”

“Bartie lost his virginity to Chloe...” Shrugging her shoulders it was the only thing she could think about that wouldn’t get her brother or Jackson in any kind of trouble. I’m surprised Leo hasn’t murdered Bartie. Drake couldn’t be a hypocrite towards them all- they all did irresponsible things as children/ young adults too. It’s only natural.

“Okay gossip girl, anything else?”

“You love Mom still?” First Louis, now Ayah. Why can’t they give me a break? Drake thought to himself, believing that sooner rather than later the two of them would be impersonating Cilla Black.

“I’ll always love your Mom, Ayah. Always. As I love all of you. When we get back you need to apologise to her. And next time, keep quiet- your Mom has very good hearing!”

“I will do. I’m sorry. I love you, Uncle grumpy.” Snuggling back into Drake, he held his niece tightly- hoping that Theo wasn’t going to hurt her. If so, himself and Leo wouldn’t hold back.

****

An hour had past since Theo was escorted home. Louis stayed with his mom, they remained in silence.

“Are you going to come back out? I think we’ve all sobered up due to Ayah’s drama - again.”

“I’m fine, Louis. Go back to sleep- or socialise with the others.”

“What Ayah said about you with Dad and Uncle Drake...She didn’t mean it. We all make mistakes, we all fall in love. She should know, I mean she could have had anyone and she chose a Vancouver..” Shuddering at the thought, he wasn’t usually one to pass comment on both of his sister’s relationships.

“I know she didn’t mean it. It was the heat of the moment. I’m fine honestly. Enjoy your last days of freedom.”

“Everyone loves you Mom, some more than others.” Quirking her eyebrows she assumed he meant her children.

“Mom?” Running up to her, her not so little princess pulled her in for a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. I’m a bitch. I didn’t mean what I said. I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you too.”

“You’re not going to lose me. Not yet anyway. I love you, Ayah Olivia Rys. Next time make sure that none of us see his you know what. How are you my daughter? Did I not teach you to be sneaky like I was?” Winking at her, she decided to have a laugh at her own expense. Knowing that she couldn’t change what had happened in the past.

“Difference between you and I Mother, is that I only love, Theo. I can’t blame you though, my Father and Uncle Drake are very attractive.”

“They are. I’m going to check on your Uncle Maxi. I’ll see you both in the morning. Anymore surprises before I go to sleep?”

“No. But....” Ayah looked at Louis, as if they knew what they were both thinking.

“Uncle Drake loves you. You love him.”

“Of course I love him, he’s one of my dearest friends. I love all of your uncles, Aunt Liv and Aunt Beth.” The two of them looked at each other, knowing she was hiding her true feelings. Giving the two of them a tight hug, she paused looking at them both adorably. Even though Ayah was her mini me, she could still see Liam in her as well as Louis and Ellie.

****

Drake was acting like a King’s guard. Impersonating his late father in some way. Making sure that all the young adults were all asleep- alone, with no further unexpected visitors. After his heart to heart with his goddaughter - he really didn’t trust any of them now, after Ayah’s confessions regarding them all. Walking into the cabin, he shook his head as he saw Riley and Maxwell top ‘n’ tailing on the couch. Maxwell was sprawled out- almost suffocating her.

“Hey...” whispering in her ear, she was far too deep in sleep to respond. Knowing he was about to break his back potentially- due to his age, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the spare bedroom. Gently placing the duvet over her, he made sure that she was comfy- before kissing her on the forehead.

“Drake?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. You looked so uncomfortable- and Maxwell could have potentially had a boxing fight with you in his sleep.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time... you look tired. What time is it?”

“Just gone three. I’ll leave you to it. I thought we could all go hiking tomorrow? Or fishing? That’s if you’re all up for it?”

“Sounds great!” Apart from the fishing part. “Can you stay with me? Or wake sleeping beauty up and ask him to stay with me? I know I sound pathetic but ... I can’t sleep, I always wake up. Crying.”

“It’s not pathetic, maybe Maxwell should stay with you though Brooks- because of our past.”

“We’re friends Drake. I’m not going to do a ‘Ayah’ on ya.” Gulping, she saw his Adam Apple bob up and down. Regretting what she said- she bit her lip.

“It doesn’t matter, Drake. I’ll be fine. Night.” Rolling on to her side, she sighed- regretting feeling needy. Hearing the door close, she debated whether or not to go and sleep next to Maxwell again.

“You’re back.”

“Of course I am, I can’t sleep next to the Queen butt naked. I’m always here for you, Ri.”

“I know you are. Ditto...” Slipping next to her, she immediately rest her head onto his chest.

“Thank you, goodnight Drake.”

“Night, Riley.” Holding onto her, she slowly fell asleep-wiping the tears that continued leaking from her eyes he hoped that she would sleep well.

****

A few hours later, Drake woke up spooning Riley. Before she noticed he immediately turned around- he was there to comfort her only, however Mother Nature thought otherwise. As he rolled over, his eyes widened at the figure who would now be nicknamed as Cordonia’s ‘peeping Tom’.

“Morning, Romeo!”

“Max! Get out of here now!”

“What did I tell ya about being too old to fuck. You sneaky bastards....”

“We didn’t do anything! She’s my friend.”

“You’re bedroom is next door though... ya can’t kid a kidder bestie...”

“It was you or I that was going to be sleeping next to her. You had passed out. Nothing happened. I swear, Max. She laid on my chest, fell asleep. Then she rolled on to her side. Why am I even explaining myself to you?”

“Will you both just shut the fuck up? Jesus, Max! Why do you keep insisting on waking people up?”

“Sorry, your Majesty. So besties, what are the plans for today?”

“You’re going home Beaumont!” Drake said sarcastically, already fed up of being accused of something that he hasn’t done.

“Woah, harsh Walker. So Ri, what are we doing?”

“You are leaving this room now, so I can get ready for the day.”

Pulling Drake to the side, she immediately noticed his morning glory. Pretending that she didn’t, he already knew that she had - it was too obvious not to.

“Drake... thank you for staying with me. I really appreciate it. I think it’s first night I’ve actually slept well considering how short it was.”

“No probs... erm... I better go and sort myself out. I’ll come down and make everyone something to eat...”

****

Riley walked downstairs and was immediately greeted by an audience wearing the same cheesy grin.

“What?”

“Did you sleep well, Auntie Riley?”

“Yes, thank you Jackson.” Feeling paranoid, she shot Maxwell a look- knowing that he had gossiped about her sleeping arrangements.

“Hey, don’t blame me. They all wondered where the Queen and Sir was... I couldn’t lie, Ri.”

“To put you all straight, myself and my best friend Drake slept next to each other. He comforted me. I’ve not slept well since Liam di- left...”

“Are you okay?” Feeling his hand linger on her shoulder, she wasn’t sure as to why she had to explain herself. She had slept next to Maxwell plenty of times when Liam was abroad for meetings. But because it was Drake this time, she felt paranoid that they would all criticise her from ‘moving on’ so quick.

“Maxwell, I need your help. Now!”

“What’s up buddy? What do ya need me to do?”

“Stop spreading shit. She seems uncomfortable again. We’ve just got her back slightly to her being herself. You don’t want to push her away.”

“No one is bothered if you both fucked each other. Just saying. But don’t worry- I won’t mention anything more. But if my godchildren ask me questions I’m not gonna lie to them.”

****

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You seem quiet. We aren’t bothered that the two of you shared a bed you know...”

“I’m fine, Ellie. Honestly.”

“How about when we go back home, we all just have a big huge slumber party? Just us Rys’s.”

“That sounds great sweetheart.”

“I love you, Mom. I’ll remind Ayah, no Vancouver’s allowed! Or Beaumont’s - specifically the single middle aged Beaumont.” Ellie whispered, not wanting to cause anymore ‘Ayah Drama’.

“Here, tuck in everyone. I’ll be back in a minute.” Placing the food in the middle of the table, everybody knew that Drake was an amazing host, as well as cook. Not sitting down with everyone, he grabbed some apples from the fruit basket before making his way to the door.

“Where are you going?” Riley questioned him. Not that it was any of her business. She was just curious.

“Just to feed Starlight. Why?”

“I just wondered. That’s all. I’ll round these lot up for that hike and fishing trip.”

****

“Hey, girl... here you go.”

“I swear you love her more than you do me...” Jackson said whilst smirking.

“I swear that you love Elena more than me...”

“How do you know? Ayah....”

“Why couldn’t you tell me?”

“You’re still grieving over Mom and Uncle Liam. My love life isn’t important.” Placing his hands into his pockets, he focused his gaze to the floor. Unlike people such as Lydia Vancouver, he was selfless- his life didn’t need to be broadcasted.

“I’m still your father. I’m still here, for anything.”

“I suppose we are as bad as each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“You and Aunt Ri. I don’t know why you are both hiding your feelings. I love, Elena. I’m only half noble, I’m not sure if Leo and Beth would approve of our relationship- hence why we are keeping it hidden. Hence why I didn’t want to be a suitor for Ayah when she was the next in line. If I can admit all of that now, you need to admit it too.”

“Jackson... Leo isn’t going to criticise you for not being ‘full noble’... regarding Riley... she was the first woman that I ever loved. I still love her, but as a friend. That is it...”

“Okay.” Whatever, he thought to himself. “Come on, they will be waiting for us.”

****

After a long hike, everybody was exhausted and ready for bed. However they all promised to go fishing, one of Drakes favourite hobbies. Riley was hesitant at first- every since her accident she had grown a phobia with lakes/rivers.

The young lady that was pulled out of the Hudson River, early hours yesterday morning has now been named by NYPD as Riley Brooks, a 25year old waitress and barmaid from Manhattan. Miss Brooks is currently in an unstable condition in hospital. Two witnesses who were walking by at the time that Miss Brooks apparently entered the water, bravely jumped in the river and pulled her body to the river bank, where she received CPR after suffering a suspected cardiac arrest. There was support from other witnesses, who helped the two brave people also. Miss Brooks was then immediately rushed to hospital, as were the witnesses for a check up. No foul play is suspected at this time, however Detective David McDonald has requested if any other witnesses could come forward The previous day before this tragic incident, Miss Brooks had reported her ex partner to NYPD for domestic abuse. It is known that the well spoke about Lawyer, Nate Cooper had abused the victim for months, including hospitalising her on more than one occasion. Leo Rhys, a friend of Miss Brooks also became a victim to Mr Cooper’s violent outbursts. The man is currently in custody with the Boston Police Force.

I took my shoes off, and sat on the edge of the muddy riverbank, taking in the last memory of the beautiful scenery surrounding me. Pulling my purse out of my bag, I stared longingly at the black and white picture- my baby. Raising the picture to my mouth, I kissed it- mommy is coming to be with you angel, I’m sorry, I’ll see you soon and protect you and love you like I should have loved you in this world.

Leaving all my possessions on the side of the riverbank as if they were lost property, I timidly walked over to the water. Dipping my toes into the ice cold flowing water, sent a shock through my body. Could I do this, I thought? Having second doubts, I looked up to the beautiful sunrise, looking around making sure no one was there. I had to jump- no more second chances, no more time to doubt. It was no or never. My heart jumped out of my skin as I entered the water. I gave up. I’m sorry.

When Drake suggested fishing, he had completely forgotten how irresponsible it was of him to suggest this.

“We could do something else, we don’t need to do this..”

“It’s fine, just promise me that you and Max will hold on to me if I panic.. I’ll be fine...” I hope.

“If you change your mind, I’ll take us back. I promise, I’ll be next to you.” Drake walked into the water to hold onto the boat, and to also assist Riley safely on it.

“This is so relaxing...” Riley sighed, as she sat back on the boat. Drake provided her with a soft smile as he held on to the rod. They had been on the boat for a while now, and she seemed to be enjoying it. In Drake’s eyes he was relieved that she had overcome a fear, he was also relieved that Maxwell decided to get so drunk on the hike that he had passed out. Again. Silence is bliss.

“Hopefully we’ll catch something. I think I’m losing my touch looking over at their collection of catches...”

“It’s because you’re old now, Walker.”

“I maybe old, but I’m still talented at things Brooks...”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Blushing, he didn’t know what to say. He assumed that she wouldn’t call him out in a response.

“I.... Erm....”

“Have I rendered you speechless?”

“Maybe?”

“Let me have a go....”

Maxwell woke up from his slumber, forgetting where they were. Forgetting exactly what they was doing. Seeing his two friends incredibly close to one an another, he wondered how long it would be until they found solace with each other. A mischievous grin formed on to his face- deciding to rock the boat. Not realising how much strength he had until both Riley and Drake fell into the lake. “Oops!”

“Riley!” Drake swam up to the surface immediately scrutinising for Riley- unable to find her location, he dove under water. Finding her, he raced over and helped her. Knowing that she was panicking, his main aim was to quickly get her to safety and back to the cabin.

Coughing as they got back to the surface, Drake wiped her damp stray pieces of hair away from her face.

“Are you okay?” Stupid fucking question. Of course she isn’t okay.

“Yeah. Fucking Maxwell...”

“I thought I’d lost you, I couldn’t see you at first.” Unable to stop crying, flashbacks roamed through her mind.

“You’d never lose me.... thank you, for saving me.” Holding on to Drake for dear life as he tread water, she eventually wrapped her legs around him. Needing to feel safe. Luckily, Drake was a strong swimmer.

“Guys, I’m so sorry.... I’m like the Hulk and didn’t realise it...”

“Pull a trick like that again Beaumont, and I swear you won’t make it to your next birthday! Help me get Ri, back onto the boat...”

****

Arriving back at the cabin, shock from the events had soon disappeared- instead along with their children they laughed about it whilst providing Maxwell with dagger eyes every so often. Both Riley and Drake sat close to the fire, both feeling as if they had pneumonia. Once they got back on their boat, Jackson took his shirt off and threw it to them for Riley as she was shivering like a shitting dog.

“Hey, blossom. So when I was looking for some clothes for ya to wear- I was debating whether or not to ‘borrow’ one of Drake’s infamous jackets... but then I came across this... I believe it is yours anyway...”

“Aww I’m so in love with her already. I can’t help but snuggle her... Congratulations to you both.” Hana said to Liam and Riley as she held a new born Ayah.

“Hana, I hope you’re going to be snuggling her until she gets too big.. myself and Liam was hoping that you and Drake would be two of her many godparents...” Hana began crying, Riley was aware as to why the over dramatic expression from her best friend.

“We’d love to be.. thank you both so much...”

“I’ve got a present for you as well Han, but I’ll need to wash them all first. I don’t want to offend you so if you don’t want them it’s fine...” Hana provided her with a perplexed expression- Riley would never offend her, they were the best of friends after all.

“My maternity dresses, the ones that you always admired. I don’t think we will be having anymore children- if so it won’t be for a while. So they are yours if you want them. Drake didn’t tell me by the way, I figured it out - he just confirmed it.”

“You are the best friend anyone could ask for! I’d be honoured to borrow your dresses. If it’s a boy, there may be wedding bells in the future.”

“It’s... its .... one of my dresses... I gave it to, Hana. She insisted on giving me it back- but I refused... she suited it so much better anyway... even after having Jackson she wore them well with her fashion sense... I’m sorry, I need some air...” Everybody jumped up, hesitating whether or not to follow her before sighing at Maxwell in unison.

“What, I didn’t think I’d upset her... I just seem to be fucking up a lot recently...”

“No shit Sherlock! I’ll go and see to her...”

“Drake, I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too Max, you wasn’t to know how she would react... just see if all of her clothes are dry. Don’t cause anymore calamities...”

****

Hey, handsome. You will never believe what happened yesterday- I’m sorry I didn’t ring you as I usually do. I wish that you could be here to berate our daughter. Myself and the kids, Maxwell too- decided to spend time at the cabin before the social season. Ayah decided to invite Theo without telling anyone- we caught them doing... you know what... oh, Liam. What am I going to do with her? I imagine her antics are what you had to suffer with Leo when he was that age. Maxwell nearly killed me today as well. In a fucking lake. Typical. I panicked but I didn’t want anyone to know. I know how protective you would have been. Drake was furious with him. Why'd you have to leave so soon? Why'd you have to go? Why'd you have to leave me when I needed you the most? Give me all the strength I need. To carry on. I need it, Li. I’ve just broken down because Maxwell gave me my old maternity dress to wear that I gave to Hana. You remember, that flowery one that she adored. I’ve come out of my shell a bit, I’ve got all these muppets supporting me- especially Drake. I feel guilty but I slept next to him last night. I hope you don’t mind. I love you with all my heart, Liam. I miss you every second of each day. Everything’s going to be a bit hectic from a few days time- I’m not sure if I’ll be able to ring you every night. But you will always be on my mind- guiding us all, helping Louis become King. When I see you again.

“Hey... what are you doing?” She’s just rung Liam, shit. Perfect timing Walker.

“I needed to talk to Liam. I’m also feeling embarrassed for my emotional outburst over a maternity dress.. it’s little things like that, that trigger off happy memories. If it was the other way around, Hana wouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I suppose Maxwell didn’t want you wearing my commoner clothes.. remember you always used to take the piss?”

“Heh, yeah that shit. You look handsome in a suit though...”

“I still managed to make you fall in love with me once upon a time, wearing that shit...”

“You did...” Pausing, she didn’t want to elaborate. Their relationship was happy memories but was overruled by negative ones. “We all love you Drake, we just take the piss because you get so arsy easily. With Maxwell he just accepts that he’s the ‘clown’ of the group and laughs at his own expense.”

“Don’t I know it... why do you think I still call you Brooks? Because it annoys the hell out of you... it’s my little revenge...”

“I don’t mind it, not really. It’s our little thing.”

“I’ll have to think back to everything that annoyed you- just to get my own back then...”

“I’ve got a long list about how you annoyed me in the past. How you hurt me. But it’s all in the past...”

“I was a jerk... I grew up a lot after everything that I put you through. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise. You’ve made up for it a million times over. Besides, you brought me back to Liam. You found happiness with Hana. This year we’d have been celebrating our child’s twenty fifth birthday...crazy isn’t it?” Closing her eyes, a few tears leaked and fell down her cheek. Not only due to the miscarriage. But how it occurred.

“Yeah, every day I imagined what it would have been like. I didn’t like to think about it that much, especially in front of Hana and Li. It wasn’t fair to them. But I always did, Jackson is my child - but ours was my first child. I will never forget about it even if we never met it.” Hearing him say that, broke her heart. She had the same thoughts- she still had the picture of the scan in her memory box. Unknowingly to anyone, she looked at it on the anniversary of the day she lost their baby. As well as the baby’s due date. Knowing that Liam would have comforted her, if he knew that she did this- but as Drake said, it wasn’t fair on their spouses. Taking a deep breath, she decided to change the subject before she became an emotional wreck- yet again.

“Why didn’t you and Hana have anymore children?”

“We we’re blessed with Jackson. He was healthy. Obviously I’d have wanted more, but Hana didn’t after the labour. I love my wife so if she was happy I was happy. I had a vasectomy shortly after that. Besides I’ve got my godchildren who are practically like my own anyway.”

“He’s a credit to you both.... this is getting far too sentimental. I’m ready to go back if you are?” Holding his hand outwards her, she intertwined her fingers with his as they ambled back towards the cabin. Content in each other’s company.

#choices trr #trr fanfic #drake x riley #liam x riley #drake x hana #tw swearing #tw attempted suicide #tw miscarriage #long post

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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Do you have any Facebook friends that have profile pictures of someone / something other than themselves? Yeah. How do you dress when you’re not at work?   So, how do I dress everyday? Leggings and oversized graphic tees. Tell me about the shirt you’re wearing?   It’s a red Coca-Cola shirt. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?   Eh, I’m not a big fan of “baby.” I think it’d be cuter to makeup our own little cute nicknames for each other. Do your parents actually knock on your door before entering your room?  My door is usually open unless I’m changing, sleeping, or in an extra moody mood and want to be alone, but yeah they do.

Where does most of your family live? Same state as I do, most of them right here in the same city. I only have a few family members who live out of state. What brand of digital camera do you own?   I use my iPhone XR camera. Do you spend more down time at home or out with friends?   At home; I haven’t had a social life (or friends) for the past few years. However, I did at least go out a few times a month with my fam or just my mom, but this year I’ve left the house twice since March because of everything, so now I really spend all my time at home. Have you ever tried the cinnamon challenge?   Nooo. I would never. Glad those dumb challenges are no longer a thing. Do you hate it when guys treat girls like crap?   No, I think it’s great when people treat others like crap. .... Do you get drunk every weekend?  I haven’t had alcohol since 2013. Are you listening to music right now?   Nope. Do you like maxi dresses?   No. Does it bother you when you forget something that you should know?   Yes, super frustrating. Do you think the last person you texted loves you?  I know she does. What’s the closest object to you that’s green?   My baby Yoda plushie. Are you reading anything at the moment?  No, I finished a book about a month ago and have been meaning to start a new one. Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now?   No. It’s almost 8AM, I’m perfectly fine being right here in bed. I should be asleep, but ya know. Would you rather live in a cabin up in the snowy mountains, a busy city, or a house by the beach? House by the beach. But I’d love a cozy cabin in the snowy mountains as well, though. Can I have both? Do you know anyone who works/has worked in a fast food restaurant? Do you look down upon people who work in such environments? Not currently, but yes. No, of course not! As a child, did you have a dollhouse?    Yes. Is your whole family at home right now?    Yep. Was the last person you talked to in person related to you? Yes. How often do you go to the local public library?  I haven’t been since I was in high school, which was over 10 years ago now, so clearly not very often. I loved going all the time as a kid, though. Last color you dyed your hair?   Red. Could you go out in public looking like you do now?   I’d change and fix my hair first. What are you wearing? Leggings and a graphic tee as per usual. What is your mom listed under in your phone? “Mama Bear” with a bear and purple heart. Are you afraid of speaking to large audiences? Yes, I’m afraid of speaking in front of any size audience. What are you listening to right now? Roseanne. Will you keep your last name when you get married?  I don’t plan on ever getting married, but IF I did I think I’d hyphenate cause I like my last name. Would you rather have orange juice or milk with your breakfast?   Blech, neither. Give me coffee! Are you excited about anything today?   No. Are you texting anyone?   Nope. How is your hair right now?   Up in a bun like always. Has anything upset you in the past week?   Yes. What are your plans for your next birthday? I just had my birthday at the end of last month, I’m not thinking about next year. Do you like hugs or do you freak when people hug you? I like hugs from people I know and feel comfortable getting hugs from. Have you ever been called a tease?   Actually, yes. I was the furthest thing from one; though, I was always clear about things. I’d say the person that called me one was the tease; he led me on and made me think he liked me and that we had something, but nope. Do you cry easily?   Yes. My emotions control me, not the other way around. :/ Are you a dark-haired, dark-eyed person?   Naturally, yes. I dye my hair a brightish red color, though. Would you ever dye your hair blonde?   No, it wouldn’t look good on me at all. The closest thing I ever had was highlights. Do you live by yourself?   No. Have you had your birthday this year yet?   Yep, like I said I just had at the end of last month. Have you ever crawled through a window?   Nope. Are you planning to have a kid?   Nooo. Do you think you’ll be a good husband/wife?   I don’t plan on getting married. Do you like to sleep?   Yes. Do you miss the way things used to be?   I miss the way a lot of things used to be. How old will you be in five months?  Still 31. Do you always have to have something to drink when you eat?   Not really, but I always have a bottle of water nearby anyway, so I’d be good if I did need/want something. Or depending on the time of day I might still have my coffee or a Starbucks energy drink. Basically, I always have something to drink nearby. Do you like sushi?   Nooo. Is your bed comfortable? Yes. I spend most of my time in it, so it better be. Where are you located right now?  In bed, surprise, surprise. Would you rather run or walk?  I’d rather not do anything, ha. Do you have a twitter?   I do. Do you cry about your past? Yeppp. Are you so flexible that you can put your feet behind your head?  No. Would you rather watch basketball or play basketball?   Neither, I don’t play or watch sports. Do you like fish or chicken more? Chicken all the way, I hate fish/seafood. What was the last thing you watched on TV? Roseanne. Did you talk to someone on the phone today? Who was it?    No. Not as of yet, anyway. It’s possible that my mom will call me later on during her lunch break or something. What color are your eyes?   Brown. What scares you more: snakes or spiders? I’m afraid of both, but I have a lot more encounters with spiders, so they’re a more active/pressing fear.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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wintaejk · 4 years

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Maxi’s BTS Asks

I’ve been tagged by @joopiterjoon (thank you for that love, this is so nice that you thought about me). I’ve received Animal Crossing two days ago and that’s why I haven’t done it before hehe. But I’m glad you included me, Maxi 🥺

(also, i’m always a bit anxious when doing that. i don’t like talking about me and i’m always scared to be weird with my answers. i’m sorry if i am)

Which BTS member makes you think “I can’t even” the most? 100% Namjoon when he breaks something. And I love him even more for that.

What about “lord help me // somebody save me from this demon”? Kim Fucking Taehyung. God dammit, this man owns my uterus (yes, my uterus). And my heart. And my thoughts. And my everything. I can’t even think straight when I see a picture of him.

What about “must protect at all costs”? Yoongi. Because even if he asks strong and has a bad boy face, he has a soft heart. And when I read the songs he writes (for shadow or eight for example), I just want to protect him at all costs. Also, Jungkook. Because that boy is never happy with himself and thinks he always can do better. I would love for him to see how well he does and how much we all appreciate his hard work.

Who could step on you and you’d say thank you? Kim God Taehyung. Do I really have to explain myself? This man is just... crazy beautiful. Inside and outside. So, Taehyung, I’m not gonna say thank you if you step on me. I’m asking it. Step on me, please.

Do you have the same zodiac or horoscope as one of the members? Do you see similarities? Nope. I’m a Leo. And nobody has been blessed enough in BTS to be a Leo. Sad for them...

Who would you want to be stuck with for a work/class project? Why? Hmm... I don’t like working in group for a project tbh. I’m still gonna say Yoongi, because this man works hard and all the time (even if they all do, let’s be honest). A quality I appreciate a lot in a school partner.

Besides Yoongi being a dumpling, do any of the members remind you of a specific food? I don’t knowww. I’m so bad with that kind of things :( I can’t think of anything rn

What is your favorite catch phrase from BTS or a BTS member? “iNtErNaTiOnAl pLaYbOy”

Why are your bias(es), you know, your bias(es)? So, I’m Taekook biased. And,,,, Those men are charming from head to toes. But what I love espicially with Jungkook is his cuteness, the fact that he keeps trying hard, that he stays humble (have you ever seen that video of Jungkook helping cleaning after events? that man has my heart), his bunny behavior... Ima stop because I can go on for hours. Taehyung? That man is crazy like me. We do the same weird shits and have the same mind. Plus, the flirting. I love flirty men, and he’s been giving me a hard time recently. But I’m all for that!

What’s your favorite hair color on your bias(es)? Cherry for Kook and blue for Taehyung.

What’s your favorite nickname for your bias(es)? Kook/Kookie and Tae. I also call Taehyung “my bitch” in an affectionate way sometimes. I apologize deeply for that

Do you have specific tropes you like with certain members? Roommate au for Kook and friends to lovers for Tae; Also, hybrids au and werewolf au.

Do you reblog photos/gifs of your bias the most, or someone else? I reblog a lot of Jungkook pictures. And I love tagging my lil pollito (aka @jjungkookislife) under Tae’s reblogs so she can suffer with me :)

Have you ever tried to dress like a BTS member? No lol wearing clothes that go well together is already a big deal for me so I don’t add more difficulties to that

What’s your favorite RUN episode? I really loved the last episodes, especially 100 and 101. And 97 and 98.

Favorite BTS “accident”? That time Joon ripped Jungkook’s shirt. That time

You may not want to admit it, but is there a BTS song you usually skip? Not today. People have been telling me my whole life that I don’t have tastes. So, it’s okay if you want to hate me or bully me lol

What’s your favorite album concept photos? I know it’s not an album concept, but I love 2019 Season’s Greetings photoshoot. It always gives me good vibes. And otherwise, I would say The most beautiful moment in life pt1 :))))

What is your favorite BTS MV? On, I think. I loved the story of it and the work they put into it

So, I do not have a lot of friends here (so if you’re in the same situation as I am, ). So I’m gonna tag my pollito @jjungkookislife and @fortunexkookie @gukslut @jinpire @jincherie (because they’re my favorite authors even though they don’t even know who i am lol). Lots of love babes 💜

#about me #tag game #ask game

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hoodie-lover · 4 years

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A Friend Like Me Ink Edition

“Looks like such a beat-up worthless piece of junk.” Maxie said as she inspected the old wooden paint brush.

“Hey, I think there’s still some use out of it, but it’s hard to paint with.” Beatrice said as she dipped it in dark paint and put it on a canvas. But it glowed a bright light, and burned her hand.

It shot sparks of all colors, exploding into fireworks.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Zack screamed as he ducked under a table in their small art studio.

It spun as a dark smoke emerged from the brush, revealing a brown clothed skeleton floating in mid air. He wore a shirt shirt with a yellow stripe and brown top. He also had a brown artist's glove with mint-green fingers. Though he did have brown overalls, the top part fell over him and wasn’t secured. Rainbow paint vials with heart-shaped tops were secured to a black sash.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” He screamed, his eyes glowing and a sinister grin on his face.

“Oy! 10,000 years will give you such a crick in the neck.” He said, cracking his neck, however that worked and his mouth didn’t move as he spoke. He got up close to the trio, giving them a quick look over as he got excited.

“Hang on a second.” He said as the three friends were placed onto invisible wall hooks.

“Whoa! Whoa! Does it feel good to be outta there!” He said spinning his head and stretching.

He had a long scarf that trailed into a puff of smoke, it also was a dark brown and transitioned into a pale brown. He then turned the end of the smoke trail into a microphone and held it to his mouth.

“I’m telling you, nice to be back, ladies and gentlemen.” He said, waving to a crowd that wasn’t there.

“Hi. Where y’all from? What’re your names?” He said, bringing the mic to them and waiting for the stunned trio to speak.

“Uh… Uh, Maxie.”

“Zack.”

“Beatrice.”

They were all hopelessly confused at this stranger.

“Maxie, Zack, and Beatrice. Hello Maxie, Zack and Beatrice. Nice to have you on the show.” He said, making a billboard with their names and glowing in rainbow colors.

“Can we call you Max? Or maybe just Xie?” He said, fiddling with his scarf as he spelled the nicknames in the air with sparkles.

“How about Trixie?” Sounds like ‘Heya Trixie!’” He said, making himself look like a traditional high school prep girl as he laughed.

“We must have hit our heads harder than we thought.” Zack said, he was rubbing his head as he looked at the girls, they nodded as well.

“Do any of you smoke? Mind if I do?” The skeleton said as he poofed and returned to his normal self.

“Oh sorry guys. Hope I didn’t singe the canvases.” He said, looking at the run down shed he was in as he surveyed the sketches.

“Yo, Broomy. Haven’t seen you in a few millennia.” Ink said as he waved to the brush which came to life and grew to his height, which was four feet.

“Give me some bristles. Yeah. Yo, yo.” Ink bumped hips with the brush and high-fived the brush.

“Say, I’ve never had more than one master.” He said, counting them off.

“Either that or I’m seeing triple.” He said, sprouting two more heads before quickly dissipating them.

“Hold on one moment, how many rocks do you see?” he said, pointing to the three rocks Maxie brought in for a diorama she needed to make for a school project.

“Wait a minute. We’re your masters?” Zack said, even more confused.

“That’s right. They can be taught.” Ink said, snapping his fingers as graduation caps and diplomas appeared in their hands before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

“What would you wish of me?” Ink asked, gearing up for a few tricks.

“The ever impressive,” He made large muscles for himself as he flexed.

“the long contained,” Getting smaller as he was in a glass box.

“the often imitated,” He ventriloquist doll was in his lap as it said the words in a high pitched voice.

“but never duplicated...” Duplicates of Ink said the word duplicated in a weird echo effect.

“Guardian of the Brush! Name’s Ink.” He said, summoning sunglasses that he slid down as he winked.

“Right here direct from the brush, right here for your very much needed artistic assistance.” He said, bowing.

“Thank you.” Ink waved at an imaginary crowd.

“Wait. Artistic assistance?” Maxie said, and Ink nodded.

“As much as you need, to be exact. Per master so that’s infinity times three.” Ink said, question marks in his eyes as he contemplated what he had just said.

“No substitutions, exchanges, or refunds.” He said as he had three beaten wooden signs appear in front of the three.

“Now we know we’re dreaming.” Zack said, and everyone nodded.

“Masters, I don’t think you quite realize what you’ve got here.” He said, gasping as he held his hands to his face.

“So why don’t you ruminate whilst I illuminate the possibilities.” He sat them down on the floor and began to glow.

“Well Avatar had them three seasons. Gravity Falls had a thousand mysteries.” Ink said, duplicating himself three times before they surrounded the tiro, holding brushes dripping with paint and pointing at them.

“But masters you’re in luck 'cause up your sleeves, you got a brand of magic that never fails!” Ink said as he snapped his fingers and the duplicates vanished.

“You got some power in your corner now. Some heavy ammunition in your camp. You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how.” Fireworks and rockets went off inside the shack as it seemed to get bigger, the things in it fading to black. Ink himself was a firework as he exploded and pulled up his living brush.

“See all you gotta do is use that brush!” Ink cried out making the three shake hands with Broomy.

“And I'll say ‘Mister Creators, sirs, what will your pleasures be?” Ink said, appearing in a puff of smoke as his voice boomed.

“Let me take your orders. Jot it down,” Ink was now a french waiter who had them sat down at a table.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!!” Ink cried out, winking at nobody.

“Life is your restaurant. And I'm your maitre d'!” Ink cried out, placing a turkey on the table, but his head became the main part of the chicken before they could eat it.

“C'mon whisper what it is you want.” Ink grew an ear that grew bigger.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!” Ink said, once again making more duplicates as they surrounded the trio.

“Yes sirs, we pride ourselves on service.” Now the three friends were in a spa and being cared for by the Ink clones.

“What the hell is going on?!” Zack cried out as he tried to kick one.

“You're the bosses!” Ink said, propping them on large fancy chairs made of gold and velvet.

“The kings, the gods!” Ink once again said, duplicates fanning them with large palm leaves.

“Say what you wish, it's yours, true dish.” Ink said, making more food appear before them.

“How about a little more buttsctoth pie?” And the dish in question flooded the room.

“Have some of column A,” They found themselves on top of a large pillar, about to fall off any second.

“Try all of column B!” Which they did into a pile of art supplies as they continued to fall.

“You bastard!” Maxie cried out, she hated heights.

“I'm in the mood to help you dudes.” Ink said, catching them on a pillow as he opened his mouth.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!” A smaller but more dapper version of himself came out and began to dance.

“Can your friends do this?” Ink took off his head and began to juggle it along with more copies of it.

“Do your friends do that?” He threw the heads at them, and miraculously they could also juggle them, before Beatrice screamed and threw them at the headless body. And Ink’d was right where it was supposed to be.

“Do your friends pull this out their little hat?” He turned into a hat and popped out as a big pink rabbit.

“Can your friends go poof?” The pink rabbit became a dragon which spewed a large stream of flames.

“Well, looky here~!” Ink said as the flames took vaguely humanoid shapes and began to dance very suggestively.

“Can your friends go, Abracadabra, let 'er rip!” Ink ripped himself in half.

“And then make the sucker disappear?” Right after he literally split the flames poofed out.

“So don't cha sit there slack-jawed, buggy-eyed.” Ink’s jaw fell off and he grew organic looking eyes when he said the corresponding phrase.

“I'm here to answer your all nighter prayers.” Ink said as he summoned a desk with a drawing tablet and gave himself disheveled clothes and large bags under his eyes.

“You got me bona fide, certified.” Ink was now a certification sheet and wrapped them up in the paper.

“You got a helper for your struggling affairs.” Ink unrolled and the three were released as they tried to get their footing.

“I got a powerful urge to help you out.” Ink was still large and used a finger to steady them.

“So what-cha want?” Ink leaned in as if he were trying to hear better.

“I really want to know!” He leaned in closer.

“You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt.” Ink pulled a piece of paper from Zack’s ear and used it as a jump rope before he popped it on the ground.

“Well, all you gotta do is use like so - and oh!” Sparks flew from the ground and the trio were transported to a new place.

“Mister Creators, sirs, I have a master, two and three.” Ink counted them off, each turning a different color as he did so. Maxie was blue, Beatrice was yellow, and Zack was red.

“I'm on the job, you big heartthrob.” Ink said as he did the equivalent of a kiss on Zack’s cheek, causing Zack to slap Ink.

“You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend. You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend.” Ink said as he summoned a circus and had dancers and dancing animals.

“You ain't never had a friend like me!” Golden buildings and music filled the area as more and more dancers came up and fireworks went off.

“You ain't never had a friend like me! Hah!” All of it vanished in a flash and Ink was floating on air, with an applause sign above him as he grinned smugly.

Broomy clapped enthusiastically, which earned him a slap from Zack.

#ink sans #Creators #Zack #Maxie #Beatrice #They appear in My Multiverse #If you want to see more of them

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figchn · 4 years

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CHAPTER 2

April Showers: Expect the Expected and then Some...

continued from Chapter 1

“Did you see how her face turned white like this?” Faustina’s poor attempt at imitation did little to calm Puri’s nerves.

“But you’re all right now, aren’t you?”, Faustina’s eyes crinkled into half-moons as she turned towards the other girl and patted her on the shoulder. Puri replied with a small smile and a nod.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like it with your hands gripping so tightly on your cup.” The faintest of lines formed on Faustina’s forehead “Say, did my brother say anything strange or funny to you earlier?”

“Why do you always think so lowly of me, Tining?” Fabian groaned.

He had been smoking in the far end of the room beside the large windows that looked into the garden below. The next moment, he was leaning over the center table and taking out his cigar on the carved ashtray that lay on it.

“She’s just shy. Aren’t you, Puri?, he smiled as he glanced towards her.

Puri restrained flinching. There was something uncomfortable being given a nickname by someone who was, after all, practically a stranger. She stood up and set her teacup and saucer on the table.

“May I excuse myself for a moment?”

Puri locked the door behind her and glanced at her reflection. The mirror’s gilded frame did nothing but highlight her frazzled appearance. She made a face at her faded dress that had the color of, and looked as fresh as a bunch of dried leaves. Usually, she dressed up as nicely as she could because she did give a lot of importance to appearance. It was just that she didn’t think she had to worry so much about that when she took the early morning train that day. She felt some shame being in the same room as the Fajardo siblings and the realization made her think even smaller of herself.

Puri could not help but wonder at how she got herself into this situation in the first place. Was not the fence built to keep strange people like her away? Even with how polite and charming they had, so far, been to her, she knew enough to know that they inhabited a world quite different from hers.

For one, theirs was a world with the true marvel that was indoor plumbing, she thought while staring at the sparkling sheen of the porcelain toilet. Maybe they had invited her in out of pity after they had seen her tattered suitcase and had heard the badly timed growling of her stomach. Puri shook her head at the memory. Consoling herself, she thought, “They probably asked me on a whim. These rich people are always bored. If they want someone to play with, and then play with them I shall.”

Puri took one last deep breath before stepping out of the washroom. Feigning confidence, she strutted down the hallway leading back to the living room. Before she could turn the corner, a figure emerged from the opposite direction causing her to stumble backward. Puri stopped her backward momentum a step before crashing into glass case of a life-sized statue of Saint Anne who soon received a short prayer of apology from the girl.

When Puri looked back, she saw the man from the corner turned towards her. She couldn’t quite make out his face with the light of the open windows coming in from behind him. Puri opened her mouth to apologize but before she could make any sound, the man turned and walked away. She decided it best to wait there for a few moments lest they suspiciously return to the living room together.

She looked around and the saints that lined the hallway looked down on her with their unblinking but kindly eyes. Her earlier resolve at not letting the situation get the better of her had dissolved almost completely. Scared that she might make a fool of herself once more, she walked slowly without making a sound.

“Who allowed you two to let strangers into the house?”, Puri heard a man’s voice hiss in a low tone as she neared the living room. He sat on one of the solo wicker chairs with his back turned against her and she recognized the figure belonged to the man from earlier.

“Aren’t you being too much, Milyong?”, said Faustina, pouting.

Fabian, who was still pacing around the chairs followed “Yep, and besides, Puri isn’t a stranger. Look, there she is now!”

“Well, don’t just stand there! Sit here beside me”, Faustina patted the space next to her with expectant eyes.

Puri shuffled to the chaise and hesitated a bit before sitting down. She lowered her eyes and kept them fixed on her shoes.

“My brother and I have been terrible to you, Puri. We forgot to mention that we are also guests in this house. We’re the Fajardo children, by the way, and we live down the street.”, Faustina sounded too casual to be sincerely apologetic. “But don’t worry, everyone’s welcome in the good doctor Tayson’s home. Well, at least, downstairs, anyway. Our old friend Maximiliano here just has a nasty bark, but he never bites.”

“Well, now that’s out of the way... Maxi, meet your new number one fan!”, Fabian cheered.

“We know the stuff you play isn’t much appreciated yet around these parts, so we got excited when we heard someone clap right after today’s morning performance”, Faustina added. “We thought maybe you could be friends.”

“Wouldn’t it a refreshing change from the usual jeers of the old man next door?”, Fabian chided. “Puri, go tell him how you felt about his playing. He always thinks we’re just joking when we tell him he’s good.”

Puri finally looked up and saw Milyong’s eyes studying her face behind his round spectacles. She trained her eyes on the crystal ashtray on the table, instead. “To be honest, the song you were playing had been stuck in my head all morning even before I passed by. I couldn’t remember the words to it, and I wondered if I might ever hear it again ...so I .. I was amazed to hear it here and I clapped. That’s all ”.

Milyong scoffed.

“Oh, come on, now...Milyong, is that any way to treat your guest?” Faustina frowned at him and was going to say more but was interrupted by the clock striking eight.

“Shouldn’t we be going by now? I’ll call the chauffeur.”, Fabian was out of the room in seconds.

“I almost forgot! I told you earlier that you could have one of my suitcases. I must go check if they’ve already been brought in.”, Faustina quickly rose from her seat.

“Oh no, Ma’am Faustina, thank you but I can’t accept. You’ve already given me so much ...so much food”, Puri tried to reason.

“But you only took exactly two sips of the coffee. I was watching you the whole time. Do you not like the food?” Faustina suddenly wore a grave expression which made Puri want to run away from her.

“Also, don’t call me Faustina ...” .

“I didn’t mean t-”

Faustina broke into a breathy laugh. “Just call me Tining... was what I was going to say. I’m sorry for doing that. You’re just so uptight that I couldn’t help it.” She heaved a long contented sigh before walking out the room.

Puri could see now how the two Fabian siblings were indeed related. She wondered why she didn’t dislike them even if they had acted almost like bullies, and she chided herself for making excuses for them just because they seemed to her like seraph statues escaped from church.

Thinking this, she became aware of a malicious entity that stayed with her in the room. She considered telling him goodbye then sneaking out of the house and just forgetting about the whole morning altogether. She should have been back in her own home an hour ago. Milyong was probably wishing her gone, too, which would explain the dark aura he was emanating.

The thought that he should dislike her when she hasn’t done anything began to annoy her a little. Sure, maybe she had trespassed, but that was not entirely her fault, was it? In any case, she told herself, he is the rude one in the situation. She wondered how such beautiful music could come out of such an unpleasant person. Puri glared at the grandfather’s clock in the corner and watched its pendulum bob with each long second. She heard his teaspoon swirling around his cup in an uneven rhythm. This did nothing to calm Puri’s nerves.

She was just about to ask him if he had not stirred his sugar enough yet, when he started. “The song I was playing is actually one of my favorites.”

Puri took her first good look at him. His black coat hung loosely on his frame that was slender, almost fragile, compared to the robustness of the Fajardo siblings. His features, though smaller than most, sat harmoniously on his pale face, the contrast of which, with his dark hair, eyes, and accompanying shadows, added to a general aura of melancholy, if not sickliness. His parted his hair in a style that had been last popular during the turn of century and his equally old-fashioned spectacles sat a little too large on his face. Puri thought he rather looked like the opposite of his house which she found amusing. The corners of her lips turned up involuntarily.

“Getting along well with your new friend, are you, Maxi? I hate to interrupt you two, but we have to leave now” Fabian had suddenly walked into the room.

Milyong stiffened in his seat before abruptly standing up. He paused as if he wanted to say something before leaving the room with his hands clenched to his sides. The sound of his footsteps pounded heavy and fast on the grand wooden staircase.

“Geez, what was that about....” Fabian spoke to no one in particular.

Puri tried to not visibly squirm in the backseat of the Tayson’s roomy six-seater sedan as it rolled out the driveway. She sat beside Faustina who had coerced her into being driven home by refusing to return the suitcase and its newly transferred contents that were now snuggled comfortably in the compartment.

“If it’s not too rude asking, why were you out walking so early, suitcase in hand?”, Tining’s eyes shone with curiosity.

“I was on my way home ..from Manila. I study there but we’re on our break now.”

“Oh really? Fabian and I actually study there, too, and we’d also just driven home this morning. We thought about staying there for a few days more to have some fun and all now that school’s out but we figured Milyong would miss us too much.” Faustina let out in a stream.

“Even if we see him every weekend. He may not look like it but he actually likes us” Fabian interjected from the back seat where he sat alone.

Puri thought it sensible to not reveal her address to these people she just met when Faustina asked her where she would like to be dropped off. She asked them to stop at the corner of the main road but Faustina refused on the grounds of the sky being as dark as it was midday. In the end, they eventually reached the very street of Puri’s home. It was a narrow dust road that was too narrow for the car to enter.

“Ooh what bad luck, it just started raining. Can one of you help Puri walk home? I might have packed in a fair bit of, erm, gifts in the suitcase I gave her”, Faustina watched the droplets roll of the window.

“Unfortunately, I’m stuck here so Maxi will have to do it. Besides, he is the only one not in white today.” Fabian almost but shouted from the back.

The driver gave Milyong a look as if to apologize for also being in white before the boy could whine.

Milyong climbed out, slammed the door shut and trudged to the back of a car. Moments later, he was under an umbrella and knocking impatiently on Puri’s window.

“How could you pack only one umbrella?!”, Milyong shouted over the rain.

“Oops. I guess you have to walk beside together then. The umbrella looks large enough.”, Faustina said.

“What if I just walk alone? I’ve alrea-“

“No. You won’t do anything like that.” Puri could not say no to Faustina when she used that tone of voice so she got out and quickly got under the umbrella with Milyong.

“If he gives you any trouble, just bully him like we do, and he’ll stop.”, Fabian shouted.

Milyong glared at him and shut the door even louder than before and started walking. Puri caught up with him to the back of the car.

“Well, go get your stuff. We haven’t got all day.”

Puri gave a great huff as she took the suitcase Faustina had given her. It was twice as large and probably thrice as heavy as her original luggage. ‘What in the world did Faustina put in there?’, she thought. In any case, she felt a little thankful she didn’t have to walk home alone because she indeed needed her two arms to lift the damned thing.

As soon as she had slammed the compartment shut, Milyong started walking again at a rapid pace. Puri tried to keep up but the weight of the suitcase slowed her down significantly.

“You’d get mud in your pants if you keep that up” Fabian shouted from the back window. That seemed to do the trick.

Soon, Milyong and Puri were walking side by side and saying not a word to each other. The water poured down in torrents for a few minutes and it slowed them down greatly. The strip of bare soil they were walking on had turned muddy and they spent a good deal of time trying to skip over them. Rice stalks grew tall on either side of them and seemed to drink up rain. It was still what could only be called the middle of a Philippine summer with its glaring light and stifling humidity. The rain was a welcome respite.

The smell of wet ground permeated the air. All around can be heard the sound of amphibians that had awakened. They hopped gleefully around the fields and out. One of these frogs jumped right in front of Milyong who himself jumped back. The creature hopped away unbothered to the sound of Puri’s laughter.

“How much further is this house of yours?”, Milyong fumed.

“Why? Are you scared of running into more frogs?”

“No. I just think they’re slimy and their splashing around might make my pants dirtier.”

“It is amazing how your pants are still clean.”, Puri eyed his trousers which were still immaculately black. “It would be a shame if I were to-”

“You wouldn’t dare.”, Milyong’s eyes narrowed.

Puri gave a little stomp of her foot on a muddy puddle, whose resulting splash Milyong deftly dodged.

“Stop it, you crazy woman!”

Milyong had by then taken more than a few steps back from Puri who was quickly getting wetter by the moment. Laughing under the rain like that with her disheveled hair plastered all over her face and neck, she indeed did look quite mad.

“Fabian was right. Annoying you is great fun.”

Puri suddenly found herself having enough energy to run while carrying the suitcase. She leaped at Milyong who had brought down the umbrella like a shield. The game continued on for a minute or two and greatly hastened their little expedition.

The rain, meanwhile, had quieted into a drizzle, which itself quickly faded as the sun peeked out behind the clothes. Soon, all that remained of the downpour were mud and a certain quality of stickiness to the atmosphere that was almost oppressive.

“Look.”, said Puri, out of breath. The sun had come out triumphantly and cast a golden clear light on everything. The rice fields now positively glowed and seemed like they had grown even taller.

“Oh, thank God.”

Milyong turned around to see the thatched roof of Puri’s house peeking behind a large mango tree. When he glanced back at Puri, she found her hunched over with her hands on her knees.

“Hey, are you ok?”

Puri suddenly felt light-headed and she remembered that the only thing she had eaten all day was two sips of coffee at Milyong’s house. She mentally noted never to refuse free food again.

“No, it’s fine. I can carry it on my own, thank you for your concern. “

“Ehm...are you sure? You really don’t look well.”

Milyong had started to take the suitcase handle off her hands. She quickly swatted him away.

“Yes, besides we’re almost there.”

“If you say so.”, Milyong shrugged.

Puri collected herself and her stuff for what she hoped was the last time that day. She comforted herself with the thought that she was finally almost home after an unusually long morning. She started her walk again, but it did not last very long. The last thing she saw before everything turned black was Milyong’s equally dark silhouette getting farther and farther away.

For Chapter 3, click here

Author’s Note:

this isn’t the 1920s song from the first chapter also entitled “April Showers” but I think this one fits the whole mood of the chapter better than the song that appears in the story.

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#unfeatured #ihtby #story #alonehun

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theimgonnapregal · 5 years

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15 questions tag game!

I finally got around to this and had a bit too much fun. Blame the roleplayer in me! So the characters I chose are my OC, Sira, and her twin sister Tira from Soul Calibur, based on my currently untitled WIP which is essentially a love letter to some of my favorite video game franchises (so there's tidbits of canon info from Soul Calibur specifically mixed with what I have below). I hope it's acceptable to use a canon character here though. I've worked with Sira and Tira for so long and due to the circumstances of how they were raised - among other things - having one without the other is nearly impossible, especially for something like this. Thanks for tagging me @coffehousecreations!

1. What is your full name?

Tira: Uh-oh! How unfortunate!~ If that info got out, you'd hav'ta die *giggles* We just got here, can't have ya killed so early in, right?

Sira: You'll have to settle with calling us Sira-

Tira: -and Tira! Mmmkay?

2. What does your name mean?

Tira: Mine is the feminine form of Týr, Norse god of combat. Alternate spelling though

Sira: I read somewhere that mine is derived from Seirios which means sun-bright. And Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. Either way you slice it, it's irony at its finest. 3. What are your nicknames/other names?

Tira: Hmmm, got too many to list. I'm Jolly but only Gloomy *gestures to Sira* calls me that. Got lotsa bird nicknames too! Hahahaha, most people call us The Tiras since they're too lazy to tell us apart. Can't say I blame 'em. We look a bit -too- much alike, 'specially when we're in the same personality at the time.

Sira: Thing One and Two, Griffon calls us that.

Tira: A fun one we've been called is the Double Mint Twins 'cuz of the teal we put in our hair sometimes!

4. What’s your gender?

Sira/Tira: Cis female.

5. What’s your sexuality?

Sira: Ugh, labeling is sooo stupid.

Tira: We like who we like as long as they're not boring. Or loser goody-goodies.

6. Where are you from?

Sira: Again with wanting classified info? Tch, I should just kill you right here n' now, save the guild some trouble.

Tira: Gloomy, it's still too soon for that. Wait a little while longer.

7. How old are you?

Sira/Tira: Seventeen!

Sira: ...as far as you know.

8. Any special talents?

Tira: Murder's a talent! We can also tell your exact measurements just by lookin at'cha. If we like you enough, we'll make clothes for you~

Sira: We can recite Rap God flawlessly.

Tira: We're also leagues above Disney Princess when it comes to animals~

9. Do you have kids?

Tira: We kidnapped one for Soul Edge if that counts! Her mother wanted her back but we wanted to keep playing. So too bad for her! Her daughter's the only worthy heir of Soul Edge!

Sira: Could her face be any more annoying though? Makes me sick!

Tira: If that doesn't count, there's our Watchers. Malfested crows and ravens that our master gave us. Best present ever! Gloomy and I even raised some of our own.

Sira: We'll definitely be held responsible for what'll happen if you hurt 'em.

10. What’s your aesthetic?

Sira/Tira: Bird feathers, crows, ravens, hula hoops, circuses, carnivals, witchcraft animals, pentagrams, harlequins, blood, animal bones, scars, body paint, hair dye, torn clothes, skulls, Satanism symbols, duality, fairytales, dancing, musical techniques, and gymnastics

11. Who’s your best friend?

Tira: Besides each other? Well, there's the DMC Crew! They're our flockmates!

Sira: Hmph, I suppose I don't hate them as much as I do everyone else.

Tira: They're all so cool! Got a new guy in our circle now. Name's V! We gravitate towards each other, sometimes without even meaning to.

Sira:...Strangely enough...

Tira: He's noticed it by now too. But yeah~

12. Would you ever get a piercing / tattoo?

Sira/Tira: Used safety pins for our eyebrows once.

Sira: Before your gripe, pipe down! We cleaned 'em!

Tira: We don't do that much anymore though. But we like piercings and tats on other people!

13. When are you happiest?

Sira/Tira: During a killing spree!

Tira: It's our favorite hobby! Killing's so much better when it's not work! Have you ever sat down and watched someone bleed out? *giggles* Better than watching paint dry! Pure heaven~

Sira: It's so peaceful. Jolly gets too carried away with the fancy stuff though. She can't even kill without opening her trap.

Tira: Yeah, Gloomy gets angry when I go overboard. But I can't help it when I'm having so much fun slicin' and dicin'! >.< You act like you're not having a great time, Gloom, but I catch ya laughin'! 'sides, you nearly get us into trouble too, goin' over the top with people around!

14. What’s your biggest secret?

Sira: The thing about secrets is that you ain't gotta know unless you wanna die! You clearly look like you wanna!

Tira: Can we kill 'em now, puhleeeeeze? I'm getting bored-uh.

15. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Tira: We usually notice a trademark thing about someone. Like this guy - think his name's Maxi - he has Elvis hair!

Sira: Our friend, Juri, has this super sick implant in her left eye!

Tira: Are we done now?...Great! Now then, let's get started okay? No point in dragging this out any further *summons her ringblade*

Sira: Finally! *summons her ringblade* Where shall we begin?!

I'm too lazy to tag anyone right now. So if anyone wants to do this, feel free! Just tag me ^.^

This was fun, I'm glad I did it!

#tag game #15 questions #oc in character #Tira tags along for the kill!

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nimarasnetherworld · 5 years

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Vampire Deetz part 5

Delia finds out the truth.

You can read this part and the otherso Ao3 right here : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18820957/chapters/45723574

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They had drink their last drop of blood almost 3 weeks ago. And the new shipment wouldn’t arrive until next week. There had been delays in the deliveries due to vampire hunter’s attacks near Maxie’s activity zone. Charles could have gotten the blood himself but after the attack that had cost Emily her life, it was still not recommended to hunt in their area. He didn’t want to take any risks, he had still his daughter to protect.

Lydia and Charles had gone longer than a month without drinking fresh blood before. Mostly by eating raw meat. But the problem wasn’t the hunger, it was Delia. She was still unaware of their unique nature, and smelled very, very good. Having her in their house almost every day was putting a huge strain on his self-control. Over the last week, he had seen Lydia struggle with the urge to bite the life-coach. And since his daughter didn’t really like Delia to begin with, he didn’t want to give her an excuse to kill her, so he had given Delia a few days off.

Of course, with their developing relationship, Charles was almost in constant contact with Delia, but over the phone rather than face to face. The vampire had last seen her eight days ago and he missed her. He missed her laugh, her cheerfulness, kissing her and having her in his arms. He missed her. But he was sure that if she came to visit right now, the life coach would be dead before she would have even crossed the threshold. And that was definitely not something he wanted to happen.

Thinking about Delia made Charles realize that he hadn’t called her for two days now and was barely answering her texts. She was going to be worried. But even with her gone from the house, the urge to hunt was too strong to keep clear thoughts. He had spent the whole day searching for the last two small bottles of blood he was sure he had put in the refrigerator, without any success.

Charles was so focused on breathing and not ripping the throat of that stupid neighbor who was playing loud, and bad, music, that he almost didn’t hear the phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Charles, my pal!” Maxie’s voice exclaimed from the other end of the line.

“Hi Maxie. What do you want?”

“Oh why so upset Charlie?”

Charles groaned. He hate this stupid nickname, but before he could respond, Maxie continued;

“I’m actually calling to announce some good news”

“Did you find yourself a fourth wife yet?” deadpanned Charles.

“No the third one is still there.” Maxie sounded actually disappointed about that. “Anyway, I was able to get the shipments back on track! Yours should arrive tomorrow!”

Charles sighed in relief “Thank you Maxie”

“No problem Pal.” said the other man before hanging up.

The vampire felt like a weigh had been lifted from his shoulders. They would have fresh blood tomorrow and wouldn’t have to worry about attacking anyone. And he would be able to see Delia. The thought of the woman in his home once again brought a smile to his face. He was about to go tell Lydia the good news when the doorbell ranged. Still euphoric about getting some fresh blood soon, Charles went to open the door, not thinking about the possibility that a mortal could be behind it. He regretted his decision the moment he opened the door to reveal Delia on the other side.

Immediately, her sent took over his senses and he had to grip the doorframe to keep himself from attacking her. The wood cracked in protest under his fingers but he ignored it, focusing his attention on the woman in front of him.

“Delia? What are you doing here?”, he asked with a shaky voice. He could hear, almost feel, the blood pumping through her body.

“I was just worried. You haven’t answered any of my calls or texts and neither did Lydia. I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong. You can go.”

But the life coach ignored him and with a concerned look added “Are you sure? You look like you have a fever.” She extended her arm to check his forehead and Charles quickly took a step back to avoid the contact. But by doing so, he gave her the space to enter the house, the door closing behind her.

“This is bad.” Thought the vampire, her smell was already filling the room, “This is very bad”

“Delia you have to go! Now!” he snapped.

The life coach flinched at the ton he used and couldn’t help but ask “Did I do something wrong? Do you want to break up with…”

“No Delia!” he interrupted. He wasn’t going to hold very much longer. “It’s not you. It’s us. We’re not… like you.” He couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Lydia and I are not mortals! We are vampires. That’s why the sun burnt my face when I lost my umbrella. Usually we keep our urges in check but for the last week it’s been really hard. Our shipment of blood was delayed. I was sure I had two small bottles left in the fridge but I can’t find them! And… god you smell so good!” he turned his back to Delia who was watching him with wide eyes.

He keept on talking, to himself or to her, he didn’t really know “I don’t know if I can hold any longer. I don’t want to kill you. I’ve already lost someone I love, I don’t want this to happen again.” When he turned back to face her, he knew by the look of terror on her face that his fangs were out and his eyes slightly glowing with his powers. His control was slipping away from him.

He could hear her breathing and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. She would probably taste so good. He didn’t realize what he was doing until Delia let out a small scream as he pinned her against the wall, his fangs stopping merely an inch away from her throat. Becoming aware of what was happening, Charles quickly moved away from the terrified woman.

“Please go. Before it gets worse” he was breathing so hard he could barely get the words out. He quickly transformed into a bat, and flew away, leaving a stunned Delia alone in the living room.

When he reached the roof, he transformed back. The fresh air was helping him to wash away Delia’s sent. He had almost bit her. The thought of that made him shiver. With the almost non-existing self-control he had right now he would have probably killed her. And after what just happened she was probably never coming back. A sudden sadness filled him. At least Lydia was going to be happy. No more Delia to annoy her. He didn’t know how long he stayed on the roof but a voice suddenly cut the silence of the night.

“Charles?” It was Delia. He smell reached him but before he could fly away again, the woman extended her hand toward him, revealing a small bottle. A bottle of blood.

With shaky hands, Charles reached for it. “Where did you find that?”

“It was in the fridge. It had fallen behind some other stuff. It actually took me a while to reach it. I put the other one in front of Lydia’s room.”

Charles uncapped the bottle and drank almost all of it in a few seconds. He felt his mind clear and the urges being relayed to the back of his mind. His senses felt sharper, and he regained some control over himself. He turned toward Delia who slowly sat down next to him.

“Do you feel better?” She asked. He could still tell she was a bit shaken by what had happened.

“Yes. Thank you so much Delia.” He took her hand and was relieved when she didn’t pull away. “I’m so sorry about what happened. It’s been a tough week.” But before he could continue she interrupted him,

“No it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have come. But I was just… worried.”

He was touched by the concerned look she gave him. Even outside, her smell was strong and Charles quickly took another sip from the bottle. He looked into her eyes and with a sigh said,

“If you want to leave and not come back, I would completely understand.”

“Actually I think I’d like to stay.” He was surprised, to say the least, but let her continue, “After all you’re my employer and I really feel like I’m going somewhere with Lydia. I mean, knowing that she’s a vampire is also going to help me, I think. And it actually explains a lot of things!” He couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiast.

Delia turned to look at him and gave him a small smile. Giving his hand a small squeeze she added, “And I care about you. I think I might even be a little bit in love with you.”

The vampire felt his heart beat a little bit faster at the declaration. He returned the squeeze, “I think I might be a little bit in love with you too.”

They probably stayed a few minutes like that, smiling at each other like idiots, before Charles stood up offering his hand to Delia.

“It’s not that I don’t want you here but I’m not sure if the blood is going to keep me, or Lydia, in check for very long.”

“Oh! No problem.” She said taking his offered hand.

They both got off the roof, back into the house. The little bottle Delia had left in front of Lydia’s door was gone.When they reached the front door, Charles opened it for her.

“I’ll call you to tell you when you can come back here safely”

“Don’t worry lesson learned. I’m never going to come here uninvited ever again!” standing on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips, pulling away with a slight grimace of disgust.

“I don’t know how you can drink blood! It tastes terrible!”

Charles couldn’t help but laugh at the remark and Delia joined him soon after. He could feel the effect of the blood slowly going away. After all it was just a small bottle.

“You should really go Delia.”

Understanding what was happening, the redhead nodded and turned away with a small goodbye. Charles watched her fade into the night before closing back the door, hoping the next time he’ll open it, it was going to be for the long awaited blood delivery.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #delia deetz #charles deetz #lydia deetz #fanfiction

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insanityvirus13 · 6 years

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Absentia Phantom The (Resistance’s Assassin) King’s “Loyal Subject”

HEY LOOK WHAT I FINISHED LAST NIGHT! I finally finished that WIP I showed you guys like 2 weeks back. I was supposed to post it last night, but I was really tired by the time I finished it, and was… really lazy 😅

In all honesty, this is pretty high on the “best pieces I’ve ever done” list, especially in the short time-frame I did it in. Hope you guys like it 💛 **I tried following in Genevieve’s footsteps with a little hidden detail. Hint: It’s partially hidden behind an accessory, let’s see if you can find it~ AU King Drye: @dryeguy @kingdrye Fic Writer: @dex-ter-ous Creator: @undertale-cat

(click the “Read More” to know the bio on her. Warning: It’s long XD)

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~Profile~

Real Name: ??? Code Name: Absentia Phantom Nicknames/Aliases: Tia, Abby, Phantom Girl, “His Loyal Subject” Gender: Female Age: Early to Mid-20’s Details: A former assassin of The Resistance. She specialized in taking out her targets quickly & quietly, and - if possible - to get as much information out of them as she could. During one of her missions to interrogate & assassinate an enemy spy, she got outnumbered & captured by the King’s men. With her capture, she now reluctantly serves under the King as his “Loyal Subject.”

Backstory: Tia remembers very little from her childhood. Due to a large fire causing childhood trauma, she is now an amnesiac to her life before The Resistance. The only thing she remembers is sitting alone in a burnt house, crying her eyes out. That is when a Resistance member, who would soon become her most trusted companion, found her. She was apparently the only survivor in a village-wide fire. After that, she started to train with other Resistance members, and feeling like she was an adopted family member She quickly realized how much easier it was for her than most to slip away from others unnoticed and surprise them of her presence at the same time. She could become unnoticed in a crowd, slip away without a word, and easily be unheard by others. She turned this silent aspect of herself into a weapon, becoming a great assassin for the Resistance. She did many missions for the Resistance & fought with them in many battles during her time with them. While she cared for her fellow-members like family, she honestly saw no point to the Resistance. She felt it a fool’s dream to believe they could actually defeat the King’s army, even if she wasn’t a fan of the current King’s rule. She only stayed & fought with them because she owed the Resistance her life, from all those years ago. During one of her missions to interrogate & assassinate an enemy spy, she & two other members with her got outnumbered by the King’s men. Unlike her colleagues, who - in her eyes - left her for dead, she was captured, beaten, and thrown in a cell. With no other means than death to pledge her allegiance, she now serves under the King as his “Loyal Subject.”

Quotes:

“Most do not know of my real name, because most do not deserve the privilege to speak it, so why should they be even allowed to hear it? Only 1 man deserved that trust from me, and he’s long gone now. So tell me, my King… Are you truly worthy enough to keep my name?”

“Insanity is like a deathly virus. It’ll infect your body, your mind, and before you even realize what has happened, your soul will have already started to succumb to it. That is why I fear this kingdom & it’s king, because I’m afraid that their madness has already infected me.”

“You will remember me. One way or another, I’ll be written into history. Whether I die the hero or live to be the villain matters not to me. All that matters is that my name & legacy lives on. I will be remembered.”

Skills

Highly skilled with handheld weaponry. Any type of close-ranged, handheld weapon, she can be considered a master in. Prefers to use knives & throwable items for their light weight & easy concealment.

Can easily disappear/hide from others. Whether it be in plain sight, the shadows, or just places you wouldn’t expect, she can always stay on the down-low if the situation calls for it.

A manipulator. She can easily manipulate others to make herself seem trustworthy & innocent. She hates to do this, but it has gotten her out of some sticky situations. She will only use this technique in emergencies.

An entertainer. Whether it be with her music, acting, or artwork, she can easily entertain a crowd & distract someone from whatever troubles ails them. She’ll gladly step up to the plate to entertain others at a moment’s notice.

Flaws:

A mask-wearer. She feels as if she would be a burden to others if she told them her true feelings, her problems, and etc. Because of this, she’s becoming used to masking her true emotions, while trying to face most of her problems & anxiety on her own.

A soft-hearted individual. She always feels obligated to help others who are in distress or any type of pain. This has led to sticky situations in the past. She can also easily be susceptible to manipulation due to this.

Has a snarky attitude. She’s always had some wit with her, and she isn’t one for taking someone’s crap for long. While she quickly learned to hold her tongue when the King is around, she usually likes to slip in some subtle sarcasm here & there.

Unhinged. The longer that she stays under The King’s influence, the more his own madness starts to take a toll & effect on her. She’s torn between her hatred of what the King has done to her & the country, and her admiration and growing affections for him. Include this with his “training” for her, it’s no wonder she’s about to fall off the edge into the deep end.

Relationships:

Rogue: ”My old leader, master & King… he was always so loving, courageous, & kind. He stands as a great King to me, one this country desperately needs. I loved working for him, & I honestly miss him at times. Even as I am now, I still sometimes find myself praying that he & his people can win this war somehow. I’ll always have only the highest of respects for my old King… And I pray to God that he forgives me for my betrayal.”

Lieutenant Eris: “She’s definitely a professional when it comes to her line of trade and fieldwork. I heard she helped Lieutenant Cat when he got his throat injury. She reminds me of King Rogue in a lot of ways. Kind, caring, parent-like, intelligent, a good sense of morality. I’d more prefer her as an ally than an enemy. She’s definitely hiding something though, I can feel it. She’s keeping something behind a sort of mask, but I can’t tell what.”

Jenny: “We’ve never met in person, and I’ve only heard mere rumors about her. If the rumors about her… Practices, are true though, she’d… definitely be an interesting person to meet.”

Hawker: “I don’t know much about them. I did hear something about them being a creation of Mage Maxis, but that’s about all I know. If that is the case though, well, then I’ll keep cautious and on their good side if I ever get the chance to meet them.”

Court Mage Maxis: ”He frightens me. Don’t get me wrong, his work has caught my interests in many way. I’ve always loved magic and the arcane, and necromancy is extremely hard to learn. It’s like an art, in the sense. Though it’s the way he presents himself & acts around me, it can be offly nerve-racking. He also has a tendency to describe what he does to the dead bodies he collects, & how mine’s would be of a ‘special interest’ to him. I respect him, but I’m honestly afraid he’ll try to dissect or curse me or something, if given the opportunity.

Lieutenant Cat: We respect each other, even if it’s a bit of a strained respect. We got off to a rocky start, both of us distrusting and disliking the other, but we’ve slowly let our guard down around one another. I know he’s still keeping a close watch on me though, in case I want to try anything, but at least he’s willing to help me pick out a good book, or give me feedback on a piece I drew. Though I still always have a feeling of unease in the back of my mind when I’m around him. I feel he thinks of me as a sort of competition for the King’s affection & attention, & I honestly don’t know how to feel about that.”

King Drye: “…Complicated… to say the least…. How he feels about me, I know not. I know he wants to use me for… something, but he also treats me so kindly & hides almost nothing from me. He seems so genuine at times. I can’t tell if he truly cares or not. How I feel about him is even more of a mystery. On one hand, I fear him as much as I would fear The Devil himself. He’s a complete and utter madman, & everyone knows it. Hell, I think even he knows it himself. He’s a manipulative, violent, arrogant, impatient, psychotic, intolerant, oppressing, megalomaniac with a helluva God-complex. The list can go on with what’s wrong with his head. And yet, with that fear… also comes a great respect & admiration for him. Someone with that intelligence, that charm, that power of persuasion, that skill on the battlefield, someone who can manipulate his people to both fear & love him, the way he takes his weaknesses & turns them into strengths… that’s something to truly admire. Plus, his past makes me both pity & proud of him. Even after everything, he still stands. He’s hurt & scarred for life, but still standing. I admire that courage… but I so wish I could take away those pains. There’s so much to fear admire about him, so much to learn that I can’t help but be intrigued. I know shouldn’t be falling for such a tyrant, and yet my heart cannot help it. His madness is honestly infectious. I’d swear to you that if I didn’t know any better, I’d think the man really is the Devil himself… or an Incubus at least.

(BONUS) Genevieve: “She’s too pure for King Drye, too innocent. She’s too kind, too caring, too loving, too… too much of an Angel for someone of the likes of him. She honestly doesn’t belong in a war such as this. I feel as if we could be good friends, and that she used to be a good member for the Resistance. I pray that she can escape soon. She doesn’t deserve to be manipulated by the likes of him… And no one deserves what is about to be coming her way next.

Trivia:

She’s an insomniac due to her anxiety & constant nightmares. It’s not often she can get a good night’s sleep.

If she can’t seem to sleep, she likes to pass the time by either reading, writing, or drawing.

If she is not singing, she will most likely be humming a quiet tune to herself.

She joined the Resistance after one of their members - who would become her trusted companion - saved her from a fire.

Her companion has been missing for over a year, after a large battle with King Drye’s army that left many casualties. Most believe he is dead since they never found his body, but she likes to believe that he is still out there somewhere, just waiting…

She got her scar in the same battle her companion went missing in. She was caught off guard by one of the King’s knights and had a knife slice her eye. She is now completely blind in the right eye.

She’ll usually try to cover the scar with her hair. She mostly does it as to not draw attention to herself, but she has admitted to being embarrassed about it, believing it to be a sign of weakness.

It’s been widely said that the name she uses is a code name. No one knows what her real name is.

It’s also been said that only 1 person knows her real name, but no one know who it could be.

#dryeguy #evil drye au #evil drye #king drye #oc #original character #character insert #my art #art #digital art #portrait #I'm honestly really proud of this piece #the shading's a bit inconsistent due to complications but other than that #i'm very happy with how this turned out #^.^#absentia #Absentia Phantom

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Teacher’s Pet

Author’s Note: This is my entry for my dear @noodlecupcakes writing challenge. My prompt was Teacher and when I wrote it, I imagined Negan to look like this.

Word Count: 3,285

Warnings: NSFW, Fingering, sorta. Language. Bratty behavior like me.

Tagging: @genevievedarcygranger, @noodlecupcakes, @i-am-negan-trash

*************** A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over at your nephew. He was nonchalantly doodling in a notebook like nothing was wrong in the world; Like he wasn't facing suspension. When your supervisor had told you the school was on the phone, you knew exactly what it was for. All you could do was groan as you snatched up your car keys and raced to the school. As you rounded the corner to the teacher’s classroom, your nephew was sitting on a bench outside the door with his head in a book. The click of your heels on the tile floor alerted him to your presence and he looked up to greet you with a crooked smile. All anger in you dissipated and you rolled your eyes as you smiled back while taking a seat next to him. Pulling him in for a hug, you couldn’t help but start thinking of excuses to get your nephew, Christopher, out of trouble. Again.

His family life wasn't picture perfect right now with his parents going through a nasty divorce. His father, your brother, had moved on to a new woman and his mom was taking it hard. You had tried to warn her on the eve of their wedding that your brother wasn’t exactly the “settling down” type but she didn’t listen. No one listens to the baby sister. When your phone rang at 2am five years later, you knew what the reason what the call was for before you groggily picked the phone up to your wailing sister-in-law. “Wait, slow down Patricia. Jackson did what? Well, I hate to say I told ya so, but…. Ok shit, I won’t say it then. Yeah yeah yeah, I’ll keep the little punk. Bring the kid over.” As soon as she hung up, you called your brother and cursed his ass out. From then on, you involuntarily became the kid drop point. You made sure to lay ground rules down; No fighting in front of the kid and no bad mouthing each other to the kid. Other than that, you actually enjoyed spending the extra time with your nephew. “He’s a lot like you and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad yet, sis.”

You smiled to yourself as you thought about having a clone from hell and reached over to rub his head. He froze in place before jerking away from your touch. Feigning to be hurt, you poked out your lip and folded your arms over your chest. Side-eyeing you, he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t do that, Auntie. I’m not a little kid anymore. It’s embarrassing.” he whispered still not making full eye contact. You scoffed before crossing your legs, your grey maxi skirt rising a little over your heels.

“Please Chris, that’s not embarrassing. I can show you true embarrassment.” you threatened, a wicked smile forming as you raised one eyebrow. He looked over at you warily, knowing not to test you. You waited a few seconds to see if he would call your bluff. When no reply came, you decided to push on. “Ya know I should embarrass you for getting in trouble. Correction. More trouble. This is like the what? Third time this quarter? Let’s see... what should I do?”

As his eyes widened in fear, the classroom door opened and a deep booming voice from the other side beckoned for Chris to come in. Groaning he packed his sketching supplies and stood, stretching lazily. Sucking your teeth, you also stood and straightened your black shirt over your skirt. Chris walked in front of you and stopped at the door to let you in first. As you passed in from of him, you stopped and leaned down to him to whisper. “Let me take the lead and if all else fails, plead the 5th.”

Stepping into the classroom, nostalgia hit you and you immediately hated being there. There were five rows of desks, about six per row, and they seems perfectly aligned. The walls were covered in various posters of maps of varying locations and colors. There was an unrecognizable sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach and you realized just how much you disliked school. You frowned as you looked around the room and down at the desks. Christopher had already plopped down in one of the front desk and propped his head in his hands. You assumed you’d sit in the desk next to him and moved closer to it but paused before you could sit. The desk looked too small to fit your fuller frame and it added to your further loathing of being there. Christopher watched you curiously as you stood examining the desk before you turned and sat on the narrow top surface of the desk and crossed your arms. Christopher snickered and shook his head.

“Where’s this so called teacher?” you asked your nephew in a hushed yet annoyed tone. He pointed towards the front of the classroom and for the first time you noticed a man standing at the whiteboard, his back to you two. He was tall and lean, not like any teacher you ever had in school. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and black slacks. You scoffed as he continued to write on the board without acknowledging you and Christopher’s arrival into the room.

“Sir, glad you could make it in today.” the teacher started before turning around to face you. He frowned deep as confusion played on his features. Clearly he was expecting your brother not you and he was temporarily taken aback. You took a few seconds to appreciate his good looks before he spoke again. “Who the fuck are you?”

Christopher clapped behind you as you squeaked in surprised. “EXCUSE ME?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” you retorted, eyes widening with anger. Pushing yourself off the desk, you crossed your arms over your chest and jutted your hip out, attitude fully activated now. The man eyed you from head to toe, his gaze washing over you.

“You don’t look like his fucking guardian. You look like a secretary.” he stated dismissively.

“You don't look like his fucking teacher. And this secretary can kick your ass!” you snapped back.

The man scoffed and looked you up and down again with an unreadable expression and when his eyes finally made contact with yours again, he smiled wide which threw you off.

“Chris, wait outside.” he addressed your nephew while never breaking eye contact with you. Christopher glanced between you and the teacher before shuffling out of the door. “Looks like we got off on the wrong foot.” he started again once the door closed. He walked around the desk and leaned against it in a similar fashion to how you were leaning on the student desk. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes scanned over your body once again and it began to make you feel self conscious.

“Hi, I'm Negan. And you are? Friend? Sister?” he asked.

“No, neither. I'm the aunt. He's my brother's kid.” you answered with an edge to your voice. He began to laugh to himself and ran a hand over his salt and pepper beard. You frowned and resisted the urge to ask him what was so damned funny.

“So it's you. You're the source of that bad ass attitude. Rude. Bratty. Knew it came from somewhere.” he sighed before running his tongue over his bottom lip. You forced yourself to maintain eye contact with him and not follow the path of his tongue. Still frowning, you sighed and shook your head.

“My nephew doesn't have a bad attitude. He has a low tolerance for bullshit and so do I. He's a good kid as I’m sure you can see by his grades.” you defended your nephew and yourself. This elicited a low laugh from Negan and you felt like you needed to defend your family’s honor. “And if I'm not mistaken, you cursed first.” you finished with an indignant shrug.

“Because you surprised the shit outta me. And if I'm not mistaken,” he mocked while taking a step forward. “You threatened me with bodily harm. Did you not, bratty secretary?” You grit your teeth at the nickname as he smiled smugly. You really did want to punch him. You scoffed and placed your hands on your hips.

“So now you're gonna say that you're afraid of me? Right?” you asked condescending. You rolled your eyes as you flipped your hair over your shoulder. Who was this guy anyway? “Anyway what are you going to do to him? Stay late after school? Extra assignments? What subject do you teach anyway?” you asked rapid fire. Looking around the classroom, you tried to guess the subject that this man could possibly teach but the array of maps didn't give any concrete evidence.

“Civics.” Negan responded as he watched you survey the maps. You crinkled your nose as you gave him an incredulous look. Mirroring you, he held his hands up in defense. “What? You don’t like Civics? It’s a well rounded subject!”

“You don’t look like a Civics teacher. I was thinking Physical Education or something.” you responded while still looking about the classroom. Nothing about the posters on the wall gave a “This-Is-A-Civics-Classroom” vibe. Negan scoffed behind you and you looked over your shoulder at him. He had crossed his arms over his chest which cause the buttons to strain against the material a little. You looked away quickly and squinted to read one of the maps in front of you to distract yourself from the heat rising to your cheeks. ‘U.S. Cities Ranked by Their Incorporation Into the Union’ Oh, that sounded very much like a topic in civics.

“Funny you say I look like a PE teacher. I fucking coach the boys wrestling team.” Negan proudly declared behind you. You turned back to face him and placed your hand on your hip.

“I knew you were a jock. You have that whole ‘I am an asshole’ thing written on your forehead.” you teased as you traced the words across your forehead with your index finger for emphasis. A wide smile spread across Negans lips as he shook his head. He began to move towards you with his arms still crossed and your mouth suddenly went dry. His eyes never left yours and he had the aura of a hunter stalking its prey. Feeling your heartbeat pick up, you frowned as he stopped right in your face.

“There’s that sass again. Someone should really teach you some manners, brat.” he mused as his eyes wandered to your lips. You cleared your throat, louder than you intended, to divert his attention. He was laying it on thick and while one part of you secretly delighted in the attention, in the back of your mind you wondered how many single mothers he had in his little black book. His eyes drifted lazily back to your face and you attempted to give him your best uninterested facial expression.

“Let’s cut to the chase.” you spoke trying to make your voice stern. “What is Chris’ punishment? Extra homework? Staying late?” Negan hummed as he placed a hand on his chin and appeared to be deep in thought. Every few seconds he would tap his index finger against his cheek and with each tap your anxiety grew. Shifting from one foot to another, you placed your hands on your hips. “Any day now, Mr. Civics.”

“Fuck. I simply cannot decide.” he smirked as he took a few steps backwards before fully turning his back to you. Your jaw dropped and you gawked in disbelief. Negan sauntered to the front of the classroom and shoved his hands in his pockets. His shoulders shook as a low but audible laugh came from him. Anger began to flood your better judgement and you stormed off behind him. As soon as you were standing behind him and reached out to touch his shoulder, Negan spun around on his heels to face you. You yelped in surprise as he grabbed your outstretched arm and pulled you closer to him causing you to stumble forward. Once close enough, he bent your arm behind your back, holding your wrist in a firm grip. You struggled in his grip, trying to break his grip but to no avail. You free hand moved to his chest and pushed in a futile effort. He stared down at you with an unreadable expression as he watched you struggle.

“Let me go, damn weird ass!” you toiled still held steadfast in his grip. He continued to watch you and tilted his head as if in deep contemplation.

“Keep that shit up and you’ll break your fucking arm.” he warned. You grimaced as you stared up at him defiantly. “Now there’s that bratty look I was hoping to see!” Negan jeered and his hand on your wrist flexed which caused a dull pain to shoot up your arm. You fought the urge to wince at the pain and held your stare. “I can’t fucking punish the kid when it’s learned behavior. And who is he learning that shit behavior from?” When you didn’t answer him, he pulled you closer to him. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, brat. It’s not fair to punish the boy when he sees you acting out. So you’re going to take his punishment.”

The whirlwind of emotions where flying through your mind so fast that you couldn’t focus on one long enough to form a cognitive opinion. Anger. Confusion. Dread. Excitement. Lust. How dare this man, this stranger, make you feels these things. You wanted to scream at him to let you go and kick him in the crotch but when you opened your mouth, your own words surprised you.

“Get on with it then.” Releasing his hold on your wrist, he spun you around and pushed you forward onto one of the student desks.

“Hands flat on the desk.” he said sternly, his deep voice sending wave of excitement through your entire body. Your mind screamed at you to resist but you shocked yourself as you compiled and placed your palms flat on the smooth surface. Humming in approval, Negan kept a hand on the small of your back to keep you bent over as his other hand worked at pulling your skirt up. He purposely allowed his fingers to gently glide over the back of your legs as his fingers brushed you skin lightly and you inhaled sharply as goosebumps were left in their wake. When he reached your thighs, he let his fingers linger a little longer at your panty line before pooling the fabric of your skirt around your waist.

“Now this is a fucking sight to behold.” he muttered behind you as he teasingly traced the lining of your underwear from your waistline down your hip. You shifted away from his touch, the notion annoyingly arousing and unsatisfying. “No. Nope. That’s not how this works.” he chastised as the hand on your back pushed you down further on the desk so now that your chest and stomach were pressed against it. You whined in protest as you attempted to stand but his hand kept you pinned to the desk. You were more exposed to him now and your body flushed with embarrassment. Using his foot to kick your feet apart, you were push forward on the desk and rushed to grip the edges lest you fall over.

“Lemme see.” he said low and for a moment you wondered if he was talking to you or someone else. It didn’t take long for you to get your answer as he moved your underwear to the side and completely exposed you to him. Running a finger along your exposed sex, he chuckled darkly. “So wet and I barely touched you. Bad girl.” he taunted as his thumb traveled over your clit and rubbing it gingerly. You moaned and bucked your hips, begging for more of his touch. He continued to glide his fingers up and down your slit while drawing small circles around your clit before he started the journey again. Annoyed with the slow build up, you began to grind into his hand to help alleviate the friction.

Sucking your teeth in frustration, you began to drum your fingers against the side of the desk in an act of defiance. Negan hummed behind you and stopped his administrations. He grabbed the waistline of your panties and yanked them down, squatting as he lifted each foot to remove the fabric. He moved to stand behind you and the movement set your nerves on fire. You began to writhe in anticipation as his hand left your back. Your mind ran rampant with lustful images of him taking you from behind. After a few moments of nothing, you wondered what the delay was and looked behind you.

“What the-" you trailed off not believing what you were seeing. Negan wasn't behind you. At all. In fact, he had went back to the whiteboard and resumed writing. Your face contorted in anger and bewilderment as you stood to fix yourself. He acted as if nothing had happened. Tears of frustration stung your eyes as you stared at his back. You wanted you smack him, to throw him out the window, to ride him into the sunset. Balling your fists, you began to approach him and he held a hand up to stop you. Turning to face you now, he held up your panties and twirled them around his index finger.

“How's that for a punishment?” he grinned. You crossed your arms and pouted which caused Negan to laugh out loud. “You can't always get what you want, you fucking brat." He added. You reached out to retrieve your panties when he pulled them back and placed them in his pocket. “Tell Chris to cut the shit and..” he handed you a business card. You snatched it from him much to his amusement and examined it. It had his contact information on it along with an address. You looked back up at him with a furrowed brow. “Call me so we can finish. Maybe I just might give you what you want, brat.” he smirked before winking at you and turning back to the board.

Sucking your teeth again, you shoved the card in your bra and stormed out the door unaware of the set of eyes following you out. Throwing the door open, Chris jumped as the force of the door from opening it too hard sent it into the wall. Staring at you with fearful eyes he scrambled to his feet to follow you as you stalked towards the school's exit.

“So? What happened? Do I have detention?” he asked in a panicked hush. He had taken hold of your arm and halted your angry march towards the exit. You looked down at him and sighed.

“You're off the hook kid. Just be good ok?” you answered, your voice more shaky than you wanted it to be. Your hand rose to your chest and subconsciously rubbed the outline of the card through your shirt. Your mind wandered to what just happened and you suddenly remembered that you didn't have any underwear on. You sucked your teeth as your frustration began to build again but with it your arousal. You whined before crossing your arms and stomped your foot. Chris stared at you in total confusion. You shook your head before pulling him close to you and the both of you began walking again towards the exit. “God, I really hate school.”

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