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giuliettagaltieri · 3 months

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A Hundred Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Husband!Coriolanus Snow x Wife!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: The Beloved

Warning: perversion, explicit smut, unprotected sex, sexual euphoria

Word Count: 3985

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Coriolanus thinks he might have made a mistake in choosing your honeymoon destination.

Mrs. Plinth apparently owns a private beach down in the south. She insisted that you spend your honeymoon there as it was more private.

Private.

A scowl made it to Coriolanus’ face the moment you arrived in the secluded beach town. He was still in his suit and you were still in your wedding dress. Anybody with eyes can see that you were just married. But the locals knew no shame.

The men, their skin bronze from being on the coast, fit from constantly moving, their faces sculpted manliness. And they seem to have taken a liking to you.

“May I help you with that, Miss?” A man asks you for the third time that night, referring to the handbag you carried. It has your personal effects, you would not trust anyone with it.

“That would not be necessary.” Coriolanus quips, his arm circling around your waist. The man straightens up and looks Coriolanus up and down before he grins

“Her other baggage, then? You won’t be able to carry them all.”

Coriolanus scoffs and you politely smile at the man. You know Coriolanus is more than capable of lifting baggage but there is too much of it, it seems unreasonable to make your husband carry them all.

“Oh, we have more than enough help. Thank you.” You say sweetly and as if on cue, peacekeepers and porters appear to start putting your bags in the yacht.

The man frowns, his mind whirring before he comes to a realization.

“You’re those politicians who just got married.”

Coriolanus looks at him, his eyes now sharp.

“Does the Capitol news not reach this part of Panem?” He raises a brow.

The man chuckles as he rubs his stubble. “Nah, just don’t watch any of that bullshit.”

“You watch your words very carefully.” Coriolanus grins, the iciness in his tone not matching his charming face. “The Capitol is not very kind to those who call our affairs ‘bullshit’.”

You look at the man with much fascination. You have to commend how he stands his ground, now sizing Coriolanus up, but his lax posture was breaking apart on the surface. Ignorance really has a feeble power to it.

Despite the burliness of this person, you are not too worried about Coriolanus as he had his fair share of training. And the peacekeepers are just waiting for the man to cross that fine intangible line, their postures tight and ready to spring.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us. My wife and I have other places to be.” Coriolanus leads you to the yacht where your luggage has been placed.

“The impudence of some people.” Coriolanus spits. “He does not even recognize the President.”

“I will talk to the mayor.” You attempt to soothe him but he clicks his tongue.

His jaw tightens before he takes a deep breath. “We agreed not to work while we are on our honeymoon.” He says but you can see how excruciating it was for him to say.

You grimace before breaking to a smile.

“If you say so, my love.”

You glance behind you and see the man still staring at you. You turn away when he sends you a boyish smile and a wink.

Coriolanus grunts when you cling to his arm tightly.

“Hurry, Corio.”

He straightens his back and slows his pace. “I see no purpose in rushing.” He’s not running away from anything.

It makes you roll your eyes but you match his pace anyways. You enjoy the night stroll, the cool breeze refreshing your skin that is trapped in your wedding gown. You wanted to get out of it the moment the reception ended but Grandma’am almost dropped her turban when you mentioned a change of clothing.

Perhaps it was an old Panem tradition but she said only the groom must free you of your bridal gown.

Again with the superstitions but Coriolanus and you both decided you’d listen. A way to apologize after that stunt you pulled in the middle of the reception. Coriolanus tightens his hold around your waist as you board the yacht.

“I’m hungry.” You tell him.

He nods. “So am I.”

With the pressure of the ceremony and reception, you did not get to enjoy the food served despite them being of the finest qualities.

“I’d love to have that filet mignon again.” You sigh as you sit on a sofa. Coriolanus watches you with a smile. Your face was full of disappointment and you looked adorable as your poofy gown swallowed you. “And posca.”

“Mhh, agreed.” He sauntered over to the glass windows. Watching how the hydrofoil cuts the waters below. The ruffling from your gown makes Corio turn to look at you once more.

You have occupied the entire sofa, now lying on your back as you stared into the tall ceiling. Your eyes have glazed over and he can see how your fingers picked at your gown.

“Tell me what you are thinking.”

Sighing, you close your eyes. He’s always so commanding.

“Nothing.”

He walks over to sit on the armrest. You look up to meet his glacial eyes with your own.

“There is definitely something in there, wife.”

Wife

You bite your bottom lip to contain your smile. Coriolanus raises a brow, his lips quirked up.

“Wife?”

You giggle as you reach up to pinch him but he easily swats your hand away.

“Are you regressing to your teenage self?” He pulls you up and slots himself under you so you are sitting on his lap.

“No.” You answer quickly. Too quickly.

You play with your ring as he watches you, still waiting for you to talk.

“I will hold you the entire night if you refuse to tell me.”

You shrug. “I’m comfortable.” His nimble fingers slip to your waist and your breath hitches.

“Yeah?”

You nod hastily.

“Tell me what is going on in that head of yours.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver to crawl up your spine.

“Corio!”

“Yes?” He flashes you that charming smile again.

“Stop it.” You say, your cheeks are now bubbling.

He tilts his head to the side. He is fooling nobody with this pretense.

You try to get off but he keeps you in place with a hand. He is looking around the room now, acting nonchalant to your struggle. He looks at you with his face passive and you eventually settle.

“Stop making me flustered.” You raise a finger at him and he grins lazily at you. The glint of those rather sharp looking canines had you retreating your finger back.

He sets a steady bounce of his leg, jostling you and you click your tongue at him. “What are you doing?” You grab at his coat to steady yourself.

“Trying to calm your tantrum.”

“I am not a child.”

His eyes return to the carpeted floor and now just leans back on the sofa. “I can see that.” You ignore how his eyes roam to your bosom.

“If you must really know, I was thinking of having a new signature.”

A perfect blonde brow was raised. “Signature.”

“I want to keep my maiden name in it but I also wanted to add yours.”

“Ours.”

“Ours.” You echo as you smile at him meekly.

“You are a Snow now.” He reminds you sternly and your cheeks warm up as you nod.

“I know that, Corio.” You shift in his lap and he rubs your waist.

The air shifts, making it difficult for you to keep still.

A knock pulls your attention to the door.

“Mister and Missus Snow, we have arrived.”

Coriolanus looks at you and raises both brows briefly as if making a point.

You roll your eyes and get off, he lets you this time.

The private beach. Well, more like a private island. It was like how every beach shown in brochures is.

The staff is already waiting by the docks, standing tall and in uniformed clothing.

“Don’t worry, Missus Snow. The staff will be here only until seven in the evening.” The head butler tells you as he escorts you and your husband off the yacht.

“The security?” Coriolanus looks around the island, taking in every face that was present.

The butler nods, a proud smile on his lips.

“Stationed just in this dock and on the ocean.”

You would love to have privacy but not if it meant compromising you and your husband’s safety.

“Peacekeepers are also stationed on the coast.” The head butler reassures you. “This island is also being covered by the most recent security offered by District 3. We have sonars covering the waters. There is no need to be uneasy.”

It was these kinds of over the top operations that reminds you that it is the President you have married. His security can easily topple the peace that President Ravinstill tried so hard to maintain.

“The staff will come to prepare your meals and leave after the dishes are cleaned up. The day after tomorrow, the cleaning crew will take care of the linens and your laundry.” The staff bows at you as you pass by them. “Should you need something else. We are a call away. We are stationed in the ocean to respond right away to your every need.”

You share a look with Coriolanus. It was a bit overkill, you both can agree. But nothing less for the Presidential couple.

“Food is being prepared right at this moment.” The head butler continues.

The villa is nice and airy. Spacious and a perfect place to relax in. And the smell of food, oh it is divine.

“The gods heard you.” Coriolanus jests and you scan the table to see a glistening filet mignon. Coriolanus pulls a chair for you and you thank him. The head butler pours you a glass of posca and you smile gratefully.

Coriolanus and you eat your dinner quietly. Giving compliments to the chefs who are standing in anticipation behind you. You are generous in your praise, just to help in easing their anxiety.

You bid them goodbye as they all board a boat to take their leave.

When they are a considerable distance away, you and Coriolanus are able to drop the pretense.

“Ugh.” You groan as you grip your gown up to head inside the villa. “I refuse to see anybody for twenty-four hours straight.”

Coriolanus follows after you, his hands clasped behind his back in a relaxed manner. “Does that include me?”

You look at him briefly. “What a stupid question.” You link your arms to his and he glances at the clam expression on your face.

Now that he is standing so close, he notices just how much your childhood features remained in your face. Your eyes and lips stayed the same.

“There was this one time I found you under the tables during a banquet held by our fathers.” Coriolanus tells you and you don’t look up to him. “I accidentally kicked you.”

You only hum to acknowledge him.

“I slipped under the tablecloth and joined you.” He recalls. “And you stole my first kiss.”

“Corio, stop talking.” You groan.

“You told me you will be my wife.”

You purse your lips, not knowing how to respond.

Sighing, you finally say, “You were distraught.”

“I was five.”

“In the Academy. You hated me.”

“I envied you.”

Coriolanus opens the door and lets you pass first. You continue to walk until you find the bedroom and he follows suit.

“Is that why you preferred Clemensia Dovecote’s company?” You say sharply and Coriolanus looks at you as he leans on the vanity to undo his coat.

“She was pretty. A nice accessory.”

You walk over to him, throwing your arms on his shoulders as you look deeply into his eyes.

“You think she’s pretty?”

He shakes his head. “Not anymore. She’s more of a snake than a dove now.”

“But you thought she was pretty.”

Coriolanus places a hand on your waist to steady you.

“That was because I did not want to admit my attraction to you.”

You pull away, doe eyes looking up at him meekly as your brows raise hopefully. “You were attracted to me?”

“I am attracted to you. How could I not be when everything about you tells the entire Capitol that you are mine?”

With utmost shyness, you focus your attention on his tie, not quite able to meet his eyes. “You didn’t care.”

“The rosettes you used to wear in your hair were pretty.” He smiles as he tucks your hair to the side. “And so were the rosette patterns on the lace of your panties.”

Your movements have gone still. Your eyes wide as you feel like a bucket of ice was dumped on your head. Your eyes are frantic as you look up at him. His face was passive, not betraying him.

“You think you were sneaky?” He taunts as he starts to pull at your dress. “You thought I would not know about your naughty little secrets?”

You gasp when he rips a stitch of your dress as he tugs it.

“Corio.” You say breathlessly. “How did you-”

“That initiation we had in our first year.” He says gruffly as he pulls your gown once more until your breasts come spilling out. “You were to exit the academy with just your skirts and blouse.”

Your face flushes. “Y-you saw?”

“Everybody did.” He tells you and you bury your face in his chest. “It worked in my favor. No boys came after you in the Academy.”

You cursed the wind that day.

Coriolanus pulls your gown and his fingers hook on the dainty fabric that cupped your innocence.

You place your hands on his shoulders as he tugs them down. You cover your face as he gets the fabric off.

“Oh, will you look at that?” He chuckles as he examines the lacy fabric. “Still adorned with rosettes.” He twists the fabric in his long fingers and you swallow as your throat has gone dried up at the sight. You grab his arm when he brings it up his nose. He looks at you sternly. “Smells like roses too and feminine musk.”

You have had enough. After securing your gown, you turn back to him and head to the closet, muttering angrily but he chases after you and pulls you to the lounge instead.

“You are a…a sick man!” You say angrily as you pull away.

“If I am sick, then so are you for liking it.” He laughs as he finishes his work with your gown until your torso is bare but he never quite got it off you just yet. “Come here, my love.” He sits on a plush chair and beckons you by patting his thighs.

You attempt to sit sideways but he clicks his tongue and with much reluctance, you straddle him instead.

He keeps his eyes on you as he holds your hips, his fingers digging in the large poof of your gown.

“You look so bridal.” He says. “I’d want nothing else but to ruin you while you still have the dress on.” Coriolanus noses your cheek.

“You’d let me, won’t you?” He asks in a deeper voice, making you nod your head with your eyes closed and lip caught between your teeth.

He chuckles at your startled gasp as he prodded at your petals. His fingers spread to your lips, creating a wet noise that had you wrapping your arms around his neck once more as you hid away.

“She’s wet.”

You buck your hips against his when his thumb presses flat on your pearl.

“You like it?” He smiles against your hair and you hum. “Words, darling.”

“I do, Corio.” You murmur against his chest. “More please.”

He swallows thickly as he lets a finger slip between your folds and he winces lightly when you bite his shoulder. His finger was met with resistance but he pushed it further, willing you to relax.

“There you go.” He says as you start to grind against his hand. You throw your head back as your hands grip his shoulders.

“Mmh!” You mewl, your eyebrows pinched as hot puffs of air escape your lips that have bloated after being nibbled. “F-feels sooo good!”

Coriolanus watches your face as you move above him, his fingers dripping with your sweet honey.

The thickness of his fingers nudged at your quivering walls, it had soft sighs spilling from your lips. He curls his fingers upward and you melt as it massages the sweet spot inside you.

You suddenly gasp, bowing your head as your hands grasp at his hair. “C-Corio…I’m-…Oh!”

Your body seizes up as you pull him close, your walls pulsating around his fingers as you cum. Your honey stains your thighs and he revels at the look on your face.

Coriolanus carries you to your bed as he dips his head to kiss you. You are mewling his name through the kiss as his fingers keep massaging your walls. He gently slips his fingers out of you, the sensation most frustrating.

He slips out of his coat and you admire him for a while before trying to tug your gown off but he glares at you and your hands retreat from doing it. The gown is soon tugged from you and you find yourself covering your feminine parts as his eyes roam around your body.

Warm rough hands cup under your knee to part your legs further. You whine in embarrassment and you make an attempt to pull your knees together. Still so shy from him seeing your body.

“Don’t.” He warns and your bones turn weak, you feel shameful with how much your body responds to him.

“I’m sorry.” You say meekly.

Both of you are thrumming in anticipation as he unbuckles his pants and you wait with bated breath as he frees himself.

Coriolanus grunts as he grips his cock, pumping until you feel a warm dribble land on your stomach.

You watch his face contort with concentration as he guides his leaking tip on your entrance and you bite back a moan as the tip catches, the head slotting itself between your petals.

“If you hold back on your sounds, I would get upset.” He says pointedly and you nod at him, your hand running on his arm to soothe him and to get him to hurry.

Coriolanus hooks your legs over his arms, he holds your waist as he slips himself inside you.

Your pained gasp had him gritting his teeth.

“Just a bit more, darling.”

But that was a lie. He was barely in.

Your nails are biting at his arms, forming red angry crescent moons.

“Almost there.” He groans and you let out a choked sob, feeling the burn from the tight stretch.

Coriolanus inhales sharply as your tightness keeps him from filling you. He places your legs back on the mattress and he clicks his tongue at how your walls reject his size. He glances at your face before he tongues his cheek.

“I’m sorry, my love.”

You don’t get to ask why when he crawls on top of you, his corded arms slipping under you so he can grip your shoulders. He pulls back slightly and your juices, now painted pink with the mixture of your broken innocence, slips to coat your inner thighs.

Coriolanus murmurs apologies on your hair and makes shallow thrusts, your hands gripping his nape with the conflict of pleasure and pain, making you wetter and wetter. And in one full thrust, he sheaths himself.

Your eyes shot open as you clawed on his back, feeling yourself tipping before you came crashing down. Your flower clenches as it pulses around him, your slick overflowing with his tip kissing your cervix.

You are making noises that Coriolanus never thought you were capable of. Your words were more of like babbles as wet sobs spilled from your lips.

The sight of you, so debauched, makes Coriolanus laugh. “You come from just being stuffed full?”

Your glare up at him but your tongue is still unable to form words as pleasure makes tears leak from your eyes.

“Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it?” He chuckles while he rocks his hips against yours.

He watches with amusement at how you throw your head back when he pounds on you. He can see your pulse jumping and he wonders if he knows how vulnerable you are right now. He grazes his teeth on the thinness of your skin and to his surprise, you mewl wantonly, only tightening around him.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckles but you look at him, offended.

“I’m not.”

He kisses your pouting lips. “Hm?”

You shake your head. “I’m not.”

“You’re not naughty?” He snickers and you nod. You are acting no different to a drunk. “That’s right. You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you?”

Coriolanus wonders if the look you are giving him are what they say heart eyes are.

He realized that he feels most powerful when he is on top of you and making you feel good.

Your feet absentmindedly slide to caress his leg and he smiles at your adorable display of affection.

Nobody would believe the sight of you right now.

So docile, so submissive.

The damp fabric under you was uncomfortable and it was too warm, but such tiny discomforts flew over your head when Coriolanus was making you feel too good.

Your big teary eyes look at him as your brows curl in pleasure, you were too adorable he had to kiss you.

You break the kiss with a whine, your heels digging on the mattress as your back arches off the bed.

Coriolanus understood and fucked into you rougher, trying to keep a steady pace but it was getting harder and harder for him to do when your soft wet walls rub against his sensitive cock.

“Corio, Corio please!” You beg him as your hands cupped his face in desperation.

He seethes through gritted teeth, his hands leaving a red print on your shoulders as he crushed you with his weight. You were sobbing, just needing him all to yourself.

And you cum once more. You are lost as every coil in your body snaps. You are unraveling beneath him and Coriolanus grunts, chasing his own high and he slots the tip of his manhood deep inside you and spills his seed.

You wince at the warm spurts of his spend and you pull him to share another kiss.

Coriolanus breathed heavily against your lips. He felt invincible yet ready to go down on his knees for you. No wonder why so many empires collapsed for women. He would gladly die if you asked him to at this moment.

Your sob pulls him from his thoughts and looks at you with concern.

Coriolanus tucks your damp hair to the side as he kisses your cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did I go too rough?”

You shake your head as you pull him closer, your legs crossing over his posterior, burying him deeper inside you, making him groan, the tendons on his arms popping in an attempt to control himself.

“I love you. I love you, Corio. It felt so good.”

He chuckles at your words and he nods, dipping low to kiss your lips once more. “I love you too.” He looks deep into your eyes and starts moving his hips once more, determined to make love to you again.

You give him a tired smile but you encourage him by tracing his nape sensually with your manicured nails.

You share a look of pure fondness, so in love and lost in pleasure.

It was then you realized that you need nothing else but each other and you would do everything to protect this love you found.

Quest for Happiness

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Be Mine? ╝

Premise: Destiny can be a fickle thing. One little mistake while dialing a random shop opened a new door for his desolated heart; one he was more than eager to go into.

Word Count: 3985

Note: This is setup in the Kimetsu academy world, just so you know~✨

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Teaching history can get a bit tedious when your students aren’t as interested in the subject as they should be.

Rengoku was a wonderful teacher, loved by all his students, but their grades weren’t as high as he would like, causing the principal to show her concern, specially for the first years. They were lovely kids, always so cheerful, yet they weren’t the smartest or most dedicated around.

The finals were approaching and if they didn’t get at least a B in his test, they would end up failing, making Rengoku extremely anxious.

A great idea popped up in his head a random Wednesday while taking a shower, what if he held some sort of study session for the kids? It’s not like he would tell them exactly what would come out in the test, but he could guide them in the right direction and make sure they know what’s needed before it was too late.

The Kamado family lived on the same block he had his apartment in, so it was decided that weekend they would hold a study session in the Kamado household.

Browsing in his phone the night before, he found a picture of the very much hyped cake he’s been hearing everyone talk about lately, even in the teacher room it was a popular subject.

Since he was devoted to his beloved children, he decided to stop by said cake shop before the session, get some for the kids, that would for sure keep them motivated, they had a lot of studying to do, feeding their brain with highly sugary treats seemed like a good idea, even if a hyper Zenitsu sounded like a double edge sword.

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Maps aren’t for everyone.

He tried reading the cute artsy map on their website, but that brought him to an unknown side of his neighborhood, he even found a gym he didn’t know it existed with his morning adventure, yet the cake shop was nowhere to be seen.

He then tried looking for the address in his actual maps app, turns out he was walking in the complete opposite direction. But even following every step, it kept recalculating the best route and he just didn’t know what to do with himself.

He happened to know Kocho sensei had been at the place a week before, so he tried dialing her and asking for directions, yet she was taken there by car and her boyfriend wasn’t picking up his phone, so she didn’t know how to help him.

He asked around the area, an old lady told him to turn right and walk for five minutes, then a guy walking his dog told him he didn’t have to turn right but left, so he had to go back to where he started, it was getting hot outside and he’d been walking for over an hour at this point, still cakeless.

That’s when it occurred to him that there must be a phone number somewhere in their website, he’d just give them a call, the workers should be able to give him directions, and if that failed, he would just take a taxi.

Finding the number was easier than he expected, making him innerly scold himself for not seeing it sooner, things could have been way easier if he had called in from the start.

Though, the sun was at it’s highest point by now and 8’s and 9’s look about the same to everyone in the morning sun.

A lovely voice could be heard on the other side of the line making him perk up, you sounded like a nice person, you should be able to help him, he was certain.

His overstimulated self didn’t even notice your lack of branding on the call, in all truth he should have noticed but he was just desperate.

“Hello?” you didn’t really answer unknown numbers, but you were waiting for a package and thought the post guy could have gotten lost as usual.

“Hi! My name is Rengoku Kyojuro, I’m trying to get to the shop so I can get one of those ice cream cakes, you know the fancy one that looks like a unicorn? My students have been raving about it for weeks now, but it appears I’m lost. To be honest I don’t know where I am, but I can see a fried chicken shop called “Suzy’s” and there’s a pretty bench with a line of trees on the other side of the street, do you perhaps know where I am and how I can get to the shop?”

You were so confused; you were positive this was the first time you’ve heard this man’s name in your life. Oddly enough, you did know the cake he was mentioning, you’ve been going to that cake shop since it opened a few years back and it ended up being your favorite place for sweets, you even got one of those unicorn cakes for you and your friends last week. And even more weird was the fact that your best friend worked at Suzy’s as a part time last summer, so you didn’t only know where he was, but also knew how to get to the cake shop from there. Even if you didn’t know the guy, you’ve been lost a couple of times in your life and wished someone could help you back then, a helping hand wouldn’t hurt, is not like you were busy at the moment.

“Oh you’re almost there, walk over to the bench. You see the side street behind the tree line?” he was following your instructions, a smile on his face as he finally saw the light.

“I see it yes, I also see a clothing store on the corner.”

“Yes! That’s it. Ok, just walk a bit further in the alley, the shop is pink and has a cupcake sign hanging from it’s door.” walking silently, he was taking in every shop while he heard you breathe on the other line, you sounded like a wonderful person, he was excited to meet you.

“I see it! Thank you so much! I’ll see you in a second!”

“Oh, I don’t work there! I just happened to know the shop you were looking for.” you chuckled awkwardly hoping the random stranger wouldn’t be weirded out by you. Not like the opinion of a random guy mattered to you, but somehow you wished he didn’t think you were weird.

His feet stopped on their own accord, disappointment painting his handsome features. He was so excited to meet the cute sounding girl in the other side of the line, now, that was a bummer.

“So you used your precious time to help a person in need just like that? I was right, you sounded like a wonderful woman.” for an unknown reason, your ears burned at the same time as your cheeks flushed bright pink, your free hand idly playing with a lock of your hair in a shyness display, good thing he wasn’t looking at you right now.

“I’m no such thing, just wanted to lend a hand to a very dedicated teacher. I wish my teachers were like that when I was in school.” giggling, you sat on the edge of your bed, holding a pillow to your chest.

“Hahaha yeah well my students are very special, wish you could meet them they are awesome kids, they deserve even more than an ice cream cake.”

“Hey that’s not just ‘any’ ice cream cake, ok? People lined up for hours just to get it when it came out.”

For some reason Rengoku kept smiling brightly, resting his back on the wall next to the shop’s door, yet not blocking the way out. “I know it’s a special cake don’t worry, that’s why I wanted to get it for them, so they could be motivated.”

“See? Gosh I wish I could go back in time and make you my teacher. All my teachers were old and strict, I almost got expelled once for going to school with red shoes, but they were so pretty I wanted my friends to see them.” why were you telling all this to a random stranger?

“That’s why I became a teacher, you know? I wanted the school experience to be more beneficial and overall, a good memory for the youth instead of nightmare material.” even more weird, why was he following the conversation through, wasn’t he supposed to buy the damn cake and hurry back? It was almost time for the kids to arrive.

“I’m sure your students will appreciate it. I don’t want you to be late on my account though, I’m glad I was able to help! Hope you enjoy the cake! It pairs fantastically with a strong coffee.” even if he was disappointed the call was getting shortened, he still couldn’t stop smiling, it was starting to hurt his face.

“Oh really? I’ll get a coffee for myself on the way then. Thanks for the recommendation and for being such a genuinely caring person. You’ve helped me a great deal today.” without much hesitation he finished the call once goodbyes were shared.

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It’s been three hours since Rengoku arrived at the Kamado residence.

The kids were now taking a short break from studying, enjoying the treat their lovely teacher brought for them.

Tanjiro wanted a picture to commemorate the day, a little token of the promise of moving towards the next school year with his friends.

The picture ended up being super funny, Nezuko volunteered to take it so he would be able to join his students. It was very much a representation of who they were, Inosuke was chewing on Zenitsu’s ear after a piece of cake flew over there with his harsh way of eating, Zenitsu wailing in tears, Tanjiro had an apologetic smile on his face while Genya had a disgusted expression on his face, rage radiating from his body. Rengoku seating on the middle, holding his plate and smiling lovingly at his students.

Tanjiro sent the picture to everyone and promised to print copies later on, he really liked taking pictures and collecting the happy moments he spent with his friends and family.

This gave Rengoku a wild idea.

He just couldn’t get you out of his head, he wanted to keep talking to you but couldn’t find a valid reason to call you again, so seeing the picture being this funny, he decided to send it to you via text.

‘Made it safely to the little monsters. See? They’re special.’

Your screen lit up instantly, the notification startling you. It’s not like you saved his number, but you remembered the last four digits, you knew it was from him and it had an attachment.

At first it freaked you out, what if it was a bunch of nudes? Or what if he was some kind of psycho trying to lure you in.

But he sounded like a lovely man, it wouldn’t hurt opening the message, the worse it could happen would be seeing some dick, blocking someone is rather easy these days.

Thankfully the picture was nothing of the sort but the cutest thing you’ve seen that day. His fiery locks were a sight to behold, and the children did look like a handful but also seemed to get along very well.

‘I’m glad. I see you got the coffee too. Delicious, isn’t it?’

Your reply came in faster than he imagined, the kids were now discussing the Sengoku period and their bloody battles when his teacher beamed brightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement, his face didn’t match the descriptions given by the man terrifying his students just a tiny bit.

“Sensei, is the Demon King this amusing to you?” Zenitsu was quivering behind Tanjiro, the horrified tale was enough to frighten the poor boy but the look of amusement in his teacher’s face was even more scary as he described the kills with great details.

“I- no sorry, I just got a text and got distracted. Please read the battle on page 31 and write a comprehensive description on your own words, I will check it in half an hour.” groans could be heard from everywhere in the room, he felt sorry for his students, but he had something important to attend to.

‘It was fantastic, I almost felt bad for the kids that can’t drink it yet, it really enhanced the flavor.’

‘It does! You gotta try their donuts too, they’re delightful, especially the ones stuffed with cream cheese.’

‘Oh, you like cream cheese? I do too. I should go check them out, let me know when you’re stopping by the shop, I could buy you a cup of coffee as appreciation for all your help.’ the shop was a very transited place, and you were a regular there, seemed like a safe environment to meet a random stranger without getting killed.

Yet, it was still too early for that, he would have to work harder if he wanted to meet you.

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You two have been chatting non-stop for the last couple of weeks, turns out you had lots in common not just your love for sweets and coffee, but also your hobbies were similar, your plans for the future seemed to align, both wanted kids, a big house in a quiet neighborhood, a dog. Both wanted to travel before settling down, to see the world.

Talking with you was fun, it was the highlight of every day for Rengoku and a couple nights back he got the courage to video call you.

You were getting dressed for bed when he called you, freaking you out as your top was very much not on you just yet.

He thought you didn’t want to see him as you weren’t answering the call and he knew you were online, but you ended up accepting the call and showing him your bathroom ceiling while you finished getting dressed, causing a fit of chuckles to come out of him.

He was stunned by how beautiful you were, he was aware that you might not be his type, physically at least, but he was so interested in you in a not so friendly way by now that he just didn’t care, he had to see your face, he needed to put a face to that beautiful voice that keeps him awake at night, wanted to get lost in your eyes, but he didn’t expect you to be more than his type, you were a fine woman, lovely face, beautiful smile, definitely more than eye candy too as you were very smart and had a fantastic genuine personality.

The whole package.

Right now, he was sitting on his desk, grading some papers. Texts coming and going discussing the time for your meeting this afternoon. It would be the first time you’d both see each other in real life, and you were both just as excited as you were worried.

Kanae was staring at him from her own desk, a knowing smirk on her face. “Rengoku-kun, didn’t know you were dating~” this got Sanemi’s and Giyu’s attention. Nobody knew about this, not even his little brother did.

“Oh, ehm. I am not. Not yet at least.” his goofy grin couldn’t be contained, he was happy, finally going to meet his dream woman in person, but what if he chose the wrong shirt today? He tried them all out and went for the pale mint one he was currently wearing, a matching tie and a new pair of shoes, still a bit uncertain, maybe he should have gone for a relaxed fit, what if you didn’t like the professional look? There were still many things he didn’t know about you.

“Bullshit, why would he have a girlfriend when I don’t.” Sanemi was grumbling on the background, stretching on his own chair, displeased by the news.

“Well to start off, he isn’t a dickheaded asshole like you are.” Giyuu got up from his desk, glaring over at the very angry looking math teacher as he headed back to his class.

“Don’t listen to him Shinazugawa. You are a great man, I’m sure a lucky lady will appear sooner or later.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“So, are you meeting her later? I noticed you’re wearing new shoes.” this woman, she notices everything.

“I am, yes. We are having a coffee date, she wants me to try these famous donuts.” his smile was dripping honey, making Kanae return it with an adoring expression. She truly wants all her coworkers to find love the way she did, to be happy and have a bright future filled with love.

“Oh from the cake shop! I’ve had them before, they’re great. Treat her well, Kyo-chan. I wanna meet her already! Do you think she would want to come to my wedding? Here, give her an invitation, you can both come together! I’ll make sure she catches the flowers.” her giddy self made Rengoku chuckle as he tucked the little envelope in his bag.

“I will pass on the message, see you guys tomorrow, I had only morning classes today.” he got up, not before checking himself out in Kanae’s mirror a few too many times.

He was ready for this.

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You were already waiting for him when he arrived at the shop, dressed beautifully, a true piece of art, that’s what you were.

He couldn’t contain his blush; with rosy cheeks and a wide smile he walked over to you with determination. “(Y/N)! Did you wait long? Sorry, there was traffic.”

“Kyojuro-san! I just got here myself, don’t worry.” his hand reached for yours almost as a reflex, yet you didn’t pull away making his smile grow even wider in realization, it wasn’t just him, you wanted this as much as he did.

He was taller and broader than you imagined, his cologne spicy and a little addictive.

The donuts were delicious as well as the coffee, but what made the day one to remember was the company.

You’ve never laughed this much in all your life, he just knew how to press your buttons for you to try things out of your comfort zone and was just so relaxing to be around him, not even a stressing day at work could have overpowered those feelings.

And he felt just that as well, all the nerves from the previous night and basically the entirety of his morning, were all forgotten. He was delighted by your company, your smile tasted even better than the donuts, he wanted to see that smile possibly until the end of times.

A weird thing life is.

He never expected to find someone so wonderful, let alone have that with someone he randomly met by dialing the wrong number.

Your first date went great, after your coffee break you walked along the riverbanks holding hands, enjoying the view of the sun hiding among the dark waters. Even if you weren’t doing anything particularly interesting it felt like you had just won the lottery. You both felt so comfortable with each other, it felt like he could just tell you anything and you would accept it, even forgive him if it was something bad. You were all he ever dreamed of having in a potential partner, besides brains and beauty you were funny, interesting, sensitive, understanding, he had to pinch himself a couple of times during the day just to confirm once more that he wasn’t dreaming.

“So I have this coworker, Shinazugawa, he’s a good guy but so prickly, I feel bad for him, I wish he would find a lovely lady like yourself one day, someone that could make him happy.” you let a fake gasp out, a horrified look on your face, “Are you trying to set him up with me, Kyojuro-san? I thought we….” panicking, he held both of your hands, his eyes trained on yours almost irradiating fire out of them, “Never! I was just thinking about how much of a wonderful day today was and I felt bad for a friend that’s all! I would never!” you let out a cute giggling sound, unable to hold your act. “Oh my God, were you joking? I almost hyperventilate, I thought I screwed everything up!” he was now laughing along with you, his fingers lacing through yours.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s ok, I actually like that about you. Everyone’s usually pretty serious around me, I know they treat me with respect, but I like how this feels, not having to keep up with the ‘perfect example’ a teacher must give at all times facade, being able to just be me, I didn’t know I needed this but seems like I do.” rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb, you smiled up at him, resting your head on his shoulder as you both enjoyed the last remaining rays of sunshine of the day.

“I like it too, I didn’t know I could laugh so much in just one day, my stomach got cramped and all.” chuckling, he rested his head on top of yours, the day was about to come to an end, and he wanted to savor it as much as possible.

“I’m glad you think that way, I’m also glad that you gave the strange man that filled your phone with random messages, a chance.”

“How could I not when he wasn’t just a fantastic person but also pretty cute?” he looked down at you in shock, he’s heard many things about himself throughout the years, but being called cute by someone as cute as yourself threw him spiraling into another dimension.

The way your eyes sparkled up at him, how your pretty lashes framed your eyes to perfection, how your soft looking lips called upon him like a moth to a light bulb, he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore, diving in to press his lips gently against yours while caging your face between his large hands. The kiss started out slowly, tentative, he wasn’t sure if you wanted this or not, but the eagerness behind your actions set a blaze the flames of his heart to its max. One of his hands slid down your body, resting first on your arm, then on your waist; his lips would leave the warmth of your own to travel down your neck, your jawline, your eyelids even, just to return to the safety of your lips every so often.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there bathing in each other’s passionate love, but by the time you were a panting, disheveled mess, the sun was very much asleep, the moon as high on the sky as it would be for the night, the stars twinkling above you, making the dream-like experience even more unreal.

“Is it like too soon to take you to my place?”

Laughing together you embarked in yet another new adventure, one where two end up being just one, where life lessons turn their profit, where emotional gain outweighed the stress of mundane life.

Rengoku Kyojuro now had a girlfriend, but not just any girlfriend, one he could see himself sharing the rest of his life with.

So next time, maybe pick up your phone even if you don’t recognize the number calling~

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Nina's side note: The red shoes story actually happened to me irl, we had strict uniform rules, just thought it would be fun to add it to the story lol.

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of February. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) A Sudden Desire | Explicit | 2558 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Whiskey (Kingsman).

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

2) Whipped | Not Rated | 2595 words

It seems to be a normal day at scenting Inc, but the visit of a certain Omega gives everyone a different look on their boss.

3) Want Another Drink?| Mature | 3528 words

Note: Please take note of any trigger warnings and tags.

Louis finds his way to a club in town, wondering what this night could entail.

4) Historical Kisses, Unforgettable Night | Explicit | 3590 words

Harry has a thing for pregnancy.

He loves the fact that omegas are able to create and bring life to the world, even as fucked up as it is.

So when he spots a pregnant omega in Avenus orium he has to get close to him.

5) 3 2 1 Let's Begin! | Explicit | 3985 words

He went until Harry was red with it, moaning and shifting in his chair. And if Louis knew what Harry liked, he knew his tells even more. The second Harry’s leg twitched just so Louis withdrew his hand and dropped it to his side, Harry’s back arching off of the chair as he was denied any more pleasure so close to his release.

“Fuck,” Harry whined. Louis laughed.

6) Until I See You | Not Rated | 4475 words

Louis and Harry are college sweethearts who live on different continents. Louis makes a sudden, impulsive decision to go on a trip.

7) Excuse Me, Green Tea? | Not Rated | 4765 words

Harry is sure there's a magnetic force pulling him in. So he decides to run a meeting at the café to clear up his doubts and know why he can't get the waiter out of his mind.

8) Obviously, Genuinely | Explicit | 5492 words

Louis never thought he was gay, it just hadn't crossed his mind like that. That is until Harry comes along and discovers it for him. Harry decides that he sees fit into sending Louis into a gay panic causing all sorts of tension and confusion.

9) Back To You | Explicit | 11705 words

"Never underestimate Fate, Louis. As it is one of the things that people take too lightly as. Always remember little omega that no matter what happens, what's yours will always find its way to you. And if it doesn't, it was never yours in the first place."

10) Uncomfortable Truths | Explicit | 18125 words

“I can get him. I know I can, that part’s easy. But what the fuck do I do with him?”

“Do you want an honest answer or a good one?” Zayn asks.

Harry considers his options. “A good one?”

“Once you get him, you do all you can to make him happy.”

“And the honest one?”

“You sink your teeth in. Deep. And you hold on for dear life, because good things rarely last.”

11) Windsor Peaks | Not Rated | 23801 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Harry Styles/OMC.

Louis Tomlinson lost his parents when he was 8 years old. He was moved to an orphanage in London where he stayed until he was old enough to leave. Louis moved back to his home town of Windsor Peaks, to study and make a life for himself where his parents had lived and wanted to raise him.

Louis life was going well, he was happy, until two detectives from London turn up. Harry Styles and Scott Wolf are investigating a string of murders and a car accident that lead them to straight to Louis and his past.

Is Louis a suspect or is there something more sinister going on.

12) The Luna of Which Pack? | Mature | 72696 words

“This is cute, Lou. Really loving this faux innocent look going on. But if you ever want to get back to your beloved Simon, you better start talking. I may be kind to my family, but you, darling, are not family.”

Internally, Harry began patting himself on the back. He praised himself for not only besting the cunning, snarky omega, but also maximizing on this potentially negative opportunity that arose.

Then, Louis chirped up with a slick grin. “Perfect. I’ll shut up. Can I sleep in your bed again? It’s really comfy. Reeks of lonely ruts, though. You should really change your sheets more often, you know.”

13) Nothing Quite Hits Like You | Explicit | 81098 words

For many centuries, Inferis Lamia had been a college strictly for higher magic alphas, where most rulers of the Underworld had reached their Divine Enlightenment to become the alphas they were now. However, that year, for the first time since it was founded many centuries ago, the academy would welcome omegas from the Underworld, giving them the same opportunities alphas had, the same education.

14) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121826 words

In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with.

But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills?

And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

15) No Hello Just Goodbye | Mature | 142502 words

Louis had 9 months to try and convince himself out of it, but he knew from the very moment he saw the dreaded 2 lines that he couldn't raise the baby. Not when the conception took place against his own will.

Adoption was the only answer. He had no problems handing over his child nor did he endure any sort of regret. Or did he? 4 years after giving birth Louis sets out to search for his baby but what he finds instead is something he totally didn't expect...... Love.

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lolatulips · 3 months

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Teen and up. Gen. 3,985

Along Came A Spider (3985 words) by FieldofRoses2992

Data, the Archivist for the Middlesea Division of The Magnus Institute, comes to discover a statement made by one of his assistants, Marie Sanglante, surrounding how she ended up becoming an Avatar for The Web.

Welcome to RD TMA au! Here's one of the first things I've made for my pals to enjoy hehe. Please take caution before reading as it does have someone be stabbed and then pushed into water. They don't die, but still, be careful!

#rhythm doctor #tma au #rd tma au #my writing #rhythm doctor oc #oc data #oc lumey calzone #oc marie sanglante #rhythm doctor au

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blairsanne · 1 year

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Boonies - 3- Locals

For the @deanobingo 2023 event!

Prompts: Will Johnson - "Oops" Wanted - Will Johnson x female Reader 3985 words

Summary: Will accompanies you to the market and gets a taste of the locals. He opts out of another invite, but when you come home drunk he's left with more questions once again.

CW: Alcohol use, drunken behaviour, mention of pain, mention of prior injuries, mention of scars, mention of antibiotics and Tylenol, mention of desired sexual activities, discussion of unwanted sexual attention (not noncon/SA), suggestive physical contact and kissing (T rated, dubcon).

Prev parts: 1, 2

Will woke in the blue hour light of pre-sunrise, the smell of freshly baked bread the first thing he registered. The market, right.

He remembered your comment about having an early morning and rubbed at his eyes, wondering how long you’d been up.

Stretching as he got out of the bed, he winced when his body reminded him of the leg injury he was supposed to be babying.

He wondered what the market setup would entail. Probably nothing too strenuous.

The idea of sitting behind your table doing nothing already made him feel stir-crazy, but he had decided the night before that he wanted to go with you, if only to get off your property and clear his head a bit. He still wasn’t sure if what he’d seen was real, or if he was hallucinating problems now in addition to thinking of them constantly.

He cleaned up in the ensuite and got dressed, then wandered toward the kitchen in hopes of scoring a breakfast that tasted as good as the house currently smelled.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” Will teased, though the groggy rasp of his voice turned what he’d meant as a playful greeting into a tired one.

You wrapped a cooled loaf of bread in cling film, smiling as you looked over your shoulder. “Nothing at the moment. You hungry?”

Will grunted, walking over to lean against the counter near where you were standing. Various baked goods had been packaged up for sale. “I don’t want to put you out. Seems you’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, I was.” You smiled, satisfied with your own efforts.

“Oh, here-” You moved to pull a plate closer, revealing three cinnamon rolls. “I had one earlier, but these are for you. You don’t have to eat them right aw-”

Will took one off the plate before you could finish your sentence, brows raised and scruffy cheeks dimpled by his grin as he started ripping it apart. “Chur.”

“Well, hold on, there’s frosting, too.” You stepped away to grab a bowl from the fridge that you placed on the counter for him. “I wasn’t sure if you liked yours heated up, or what…”

“Beauty.”

You watched as Will slathered a thick layer of frosting on his roll before continuing to pick it apart with his thick fingers. It wasn’t a refined way of eating by any means, but the rapturous look on his face forced you to forgive him any lack of manners.

Will thought to himself that he might get fat staying here, but he didn’t care if it meant eating like this.

The sun finally rose above the horizon, bathing the kitchen in a golden glow as it shone low through the windows. Will looked up to see you looking outside in the direction he’d seen the figure the night before and swallowed.

“Do you get many trespassers?” “What?” “Well, you’re-” He gestured. “Out in the wops, don’t have the best fences. Get many people on your land?”

You let out a laugh. “No, you’re the first squatter in my coop so far.”

“No theft, or- anything like that?”

“Nope.” You flashed him an easy grin. “Safe as houses. So relax.”

Will’s brow furrowed, keeping eye contact.

“I know you checked the locks last night. But I promise, nobody’s out here but us and the hens.”

He hesitated, still unsure. If he told you he thought he’d seen someone, that would either scare you or make you think he was crazy.

He forced a false laugh into his voice, turning his attention back to his food. “Right.”

You watched him for a moment, wondering what had happened to make him so vigilant.

Possibly related to those scars…

You pictured his naked torso, the image of him ripping out your fence the day earlier still fresh in your mind. He was fit and strong despite his injury. You had no doubt he’d be capable of defending himself against most people. Then again, something had clearly torn through him in the past.

Must have been something bad.

Will leaned back in the folding camping chair you’d offered him, enjoying the fresh morning air as people milled about in the paved area being used for the farmer’s market. He was subtly watching the crowd, knowing rationally that nothing was likely to happen, and trying to appear relaxed.

It hadn’t taken long for you to set up your table, batting away Will’s attempts to help. You had done this the same way every Saturday for months now, and you had a system. You had even packed you both coffees in travel mugs to keep you warm.

You looked over to him, thinking he looked every bit like the rugged outdoorsman he was. You could see him sitting exactly like that, relaxed beside a campfire somewhere. As you looked over his strong frame, you wondered if the chair would support both of you if you decided to sit on his lap.

I bet he gets really worked up after a hunt; all that testosterone…

You forced yourself to look away, scanning the booths and noting all the familiar faces as you pushed the idea from your mind. Your life was here, in the boonies. His was in Dunedin.

Will sipped at his coffee, thinking idly that he looked forward to eating another cinnamon roll later.

You turned to him again, dropping your voice so nobody would hear.

“Thanks for coming, eh? It can get a bit boring sitting alone.” “Nah, no worries.” “Oh, but- feel free to look around, too.”

Will hummed, not really interested in the wares and trying to ignore the pain in his leg. He had taken the antibiotics, but no Tylenol that morning, and he was starting to regret it. Without work to distract him he was over-aware of the swelling and thrumming of his skin. Maybe I overdid it yesterday.

Not that he’d ever admit it. He’d just be sure to take something when you got back.

Soon you were trading greetings with customers, selling them roughly the same things they bought every week, or at times trading wares with another vendor who you had arrangements with. Will kept quiet, but offered polite smiles to anyone who looked his way.

Eventually Pete walked over, his large frame making his presence somewhat overbearing.

“Mornin’ love.” “Morning.”

He gave a nod to Will. “You keeping off that leg?”

Will gestured at it from his seat. “More or less.”

Pete’s gaze turned to you. “And all’s well?”

You smiled. “Mmhmm.”

Pete narrowed his eyes at Will. “And you’re not giving her any trouble?”

“Pete-” Will raised his hands defensively. “It’s like staying at a bloody hotel. I told her not to fuss, but-”

“It’s no trouble,” you argued, slight irritation in your voice. “Just chill.”

Will snickered, shrugging at Pete as though to say ‘my hands are tied’.

Pete hummed, thinking the two of you were getting chummy, but saw to his business with you rather than pressing the issue.

“Busy day.” He tucked the loaf of bread he’d bought into a tote bag and scratched at his cheek. “Mac wants me to shave before the dance. Speaking of- Pick you up at the usual time tonight?”

“Tonight? I thought it wasn’t til the fifteenth?” “Today is the fifteenth, love.”

You checked your phone to see the date displayed above the time. “So it is.” You tucked some hair behind your ear, feeling embarrassed. “Where’s the month gone?”

“Well, I suppose when you have company, it can be a bit distracting,” he teased, raising a brow at Will to make it clear what he was implying he thought was going on between you. “See you both tonight.” He gave a pointed look to Will, then walked off before you could say anything to confirm or deny his implication.

You turned to Will and smiled. “You should come with me. It’s always a hoot.”

He grinned at your phrasing. A hoot.

“Once a month, everyone dresses up nice and we have a big dinner and dance.”

Will sucked in a breath, pretending to be disappointed. “Aw, and here I didn’t pack my suit.”

You laughed. “You don’t have to dress formally. We just do it for fun. You look great just as you are.”

Will chewed his lower lip, tearing his eyes away from you to try to think rationally. He had an uneasy feeling he couldn’t shake, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the odd encounter the night before, or the idea of being in an unknown place full of strangers. He knew he’d spend the evening eyeing exits and sizing up every person who came within a hundred feet of him.

“Still, I think I’ll give it a miss, if it’s all the same.” “Of course. Sorry! I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, I just-”

He shook his head at your apology. “All good. Not my scene, that’s all.” He patted his knee. “And I reckon I should rest this so I can get out of your hair.”

You pursed your lips. “Fair enough.”

You couldn’t deny being disappointed, but he was dealing with enough without being forced into awkward social situations on top of having to stay with you when he clearly hadn’t wanted to.

“You gonna dance with Pete?” Will asked teasingly.

You laughed. “Not likely. I think his husband will eat up most of his dance card.”

Will raised his brow but nodded. That explains who ‘Mac’ is.

“Kia ora, beautiful.”

You both turned to face the man who had walked up to interrupt you.

Will first took note of the out of place attire. While most people were milling about in casual clothing, the tall, spindly man standing at your table was in an expensive looking suit. It was perfectly tailored, and, paired with the flashy watch and sunnies he was just removing, he looked like someone you’d find in Auckland, not the wop-wops.

“Mornin’, Dan,” you greeted him casually, though your voice didn’t hold nearly the level of interest that you’d been greeted with.

Will glanced your way and took note of the placid smile on your face, a stark contrast to the way Dan seemed to be undressing you with his eyes.

“Always good to see you.” Dan turned his attention to Will, tilting his head. “Though I don’t believe we’ve met.” He put out his hand. “Dan Coates.”

Will sat up straighter to shake his hand. “Will Johnson.”

“You new to town, Will?”

“Ah- no.” Will gestured dismissively. “Just visiting.”

Dan glanced between the both of you. “Oh! Family?”

“No. Will’s a chicken coop enthusiast,” you answered lightly. Will laughed while Dan tilted his head to figure out what that could possibly mean.

“I’m imposing on her hospitality,” Will corrected.

“Not even! I’m very happy to provide three square meals in exchange for free labour.”

Will narrowed his eyes at you playfully. “Maybe you’re taking advantage of me, then.”

When you snorted, Dan shifted and cleared his throat. “It’s not often you have visitors,” Dan remarked.

You shrugged, uninterested in elaborating.

“I hope you’re still coming tonight?” “Yeah, I’ll be there.” “And Will?”

Will met his gaze. “Think I’ll give it a miss. Don’t want to impose.”

“That’s a shame,” Dan lied, relief washing over his features. He gestured to your stock. “I’ll get a dozen eggs?”

You replied with the price, and made no particular fanfare as you accepted it and said a quick thanks.

“See you tonight.” Dan winked, then walked off, head held high.

Will waited until Dan was out of earshot to lean over. “That jafa seems to like you.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion as you tucked the money in your cash box. “What’s a jafa?”

Will laughed under his breath. “Uh- nevermind. It’s not a nice thing to say.”

You raised your brows and turned to him again. “Dan Coates is a pillar of the community,” you began, in a mock-chastising tone. “And I’m told - repeatedly - that he is sorely lacking in a wife.”

“Must be ‘cause he blends right in.”

You covered your mouth to try to silence your laugh, and Will found himself smiling as he took note of the way your eyes wrinkled at the effort.

“You’re terrible,” you whispered, pulling yourself together as another customer made their way closer to your table.

Will smiled to himself as you seemed to light up for this new person, and he thought idly that Dan must have been dense to think you were interested in him given how your demeanor had changed so drastically when he’d shown up.

He looked out into the crowd and spotted him chatting up an older woman who was practically fawning. The man seemed to have everyone else eating out of the palm of his hands, so maybe it just didn’t occur to him that you’d be any different.

When you were alone at the table again, Will drummed his fingers against its edge. “Why don’t you fancy Mr. Coates, then?” he asked quietly.

“What?” You’d already forgotten about him, and was surprised by Will bringing him up.

“If he’s such a fine, upstanding man?”

You rolled your eyes. “He is, you know? He’s very good to everyone. I don’t dislike him, exactly. He’s just not my type, that’s all.”

“Oh, you have a type.”

“Well- No, that’s not- I just…” You winced, shoulders raising in discomfort. “I dunno, he doesn’t do it for me.”

“And what does?”

The air was thick between you as you met each other’s gazes.

Oh, you know… Piercing blue eyes and golden curls and thick muscles… The kind of man who can rip out fence posts while recovering from a leg injury and still feel restless. Someone who would rather hunt to provide than pick out luxury sunglasses to wear to the farmer’s market…

Will’s eyes darted down to your lips and back, and you licked them unconsciously. He tilted his head the other way, but just as he parted his lips to say something, another customer appeared at the table.

“Kia ora!”

“Oh- g’morning.” You shifted in your seat and forced a smile that slowly became genuine as you chatted up the woman who was picking out baked goods.

Will leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee, reminding himself that it was probably better he drop that particular line of thinking.

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Late that afternoon, you stepped into the living room after having gotten ready for the evening.

Will stilled at the sight of you, momentarily rethinking declining your invitation. You looked almost like a different person, your hair perfectly styled, sporting smokey eye makeup and false lashes, and looking completely out of his league in the backless dress you were wearing.

“Pete and Mac are on their way to pick me up. Dinner’s in the fridge, and help yourself to whatever,” you greeted, worried he wouldn’t eat without your insistence.

He blinked as though coming out of a daze. “Uh- yeah, ta. Will do.”

You caught the way he was looking at you and chewed your lower lip. “Is it too much? Should I change?”

“No! No, you look skux.”

You scrunched your face in confusion. “Skux? Is that a good thing?”

He laughed under his breath, hanging his head and shutting his eyes momentarily before looking up through his long, pale lashes.

“Yeah. You look great.”

He shifted and licked his lips. “Pete’s a lucky man.”

You laughed. “I’ll be sure to tell him you said so.”

He chuckled but shook his head. “Oh, no, don’t.”

He looked you over again and raised his brows. “I bet Dan Coates will be all over you,” he teased.

“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes and groaned. “Probably. What a drag.”

He snickered, secretly relieved that you thought so.

You pouted playfully. “You sure I can’t twist your arm into coming? You’d save me a lot of trouble.”

He contemplated it, but shook his head. “Nah. Not my scene.”

You sighed dramatically. “Well, alright then. It can’t be helped.”

You both perked up at the sound of a vehicle on the gravel road.

“That’ll be Pete. See you tonight!”

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Will heard the crunch of a vehicle on the gravel road, but frowned when he realized it didn’t sound like the truck you’d left in.

He got out of bed still naked and walked to the window to peer through the sun-faded curtains.

A shiny red sedan pulled up the driveway out front, and he saw you get out the passenger side as Dan Coates opened the driver door.

He watched you gesture dismissively at Dan, looking grumpy and out of sorts as you made your way to the house. Dan simply stood watching, finally climbing back into his vehicle as Will heard you unlock the front door.

He let go of the curtain and returned to the bed, wondering if it would be odd of him to greet you. He sat in the dark, listening, but after several minutes, you still hadn’t made your way down the hall to your room.

He huffed. It wasn’t like he was going to be able to sleep now anyway, too many scenarios running through his mind.

He took a pair of grey joggers from his pack and pulled them on hastily before opening the bedroom door.

The kitchen light illuminated the end of the hallway, and he could hear you making some unfamiliar noise there. As he approached, he realized what it was.

He stepped into the room to see you leaning against the counter beside the sink, an open beer in one hand, and the other pressing at your face as you cried quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

You dropped your can in alarm, beer spilling over the tiled floor. “Jesus-”

Will moved to deal with the mess, righting the can and throwing the kitchen towel from your oven handle over the puddle.

He gazed up at you from his crouching position by your feet.

“Oops. Didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“No, I-” You sniffled, wiping at your face. “I just forgot you were here. Sorry.”

How you could have possibly forgotten about the dreamboat houseguest for even a moment, you weren’t sure. And now he was wiping the floor clean for you in nothing but joggers, looking like he lived here. As if. That would be lovely, but you told yourself not to be deluded.

You moved away, pulling a clean towel out of a cupboard as he placed the sullied one - and your half-empty can - in the sink.

When you both were done, he stood before you, his impossibly blue eyes searching your now-reddened ones.

“What’s wrong?” he repeated. “Doesn’t matter.”

He shrugged, a smile playing on his lips, eyes soft with affection. “Tell me anyway.”

You sighed, hugging yourself as you looked away. “It’s just- There comes a time in the night where everyone just… pairs off. So I’m standing there, alone, watching all the old couples dancing…” You shut your eyes as you trailed off, wincing as you recalled how awkward you’d felt and what had happened next.

Will hummed. “And you with no date of your own.”

“That was part of it.” You shrugged, feeling stupid. You’d gotten wasted in an attempt to ease your discomfort, but it had just made you ornery.

Will stepped over to the boombox that sat on top of the sideboard buffet. He pressed play, unsure what to expect when the CD whirred to life inside.

You laughed when Michael Bublé’s version of ‘Put Your Head on My Shoulder’ started playing. “Oh god, Aunt Macy…”

But Will stepped over to you with his hands out to invite you to dance, his expectant expression telling you he was serious about the offer.

You took his hands and swallowed as he guided one to his shoulder so he could grip your waist on that side, your other hands held fast, palm-to-palm. You let him lead you in slow, careful steps on the uneven kitchen tiles.

“You’re a better dancer than I would have thought,” you murmured. Especially with a leg injury.

Will smiled sardonically. “Picked it up cuz chicks love to slow dance, and loads of guys won’t do it.”

You snickered, moving closer to hug him close like you did at school dances as a teen. Lost in the euphoria of pressing against his bare torso, you shut your eyes to stop the room from spinning.

You could feel his body radiating heat, warming your bare shoulders and arms as you tried to identify what he smelled like.

“It’s nice,” you murmured. You wanted to stay like this for a long time.

He swallowed, moving his hand up your back to hold you close. It happened to find the exposed skin, and he wondered suddenly if this was alright.

You were clearly drunk, and you barely knew each other. He thought again about how vulnerable you’d made yourself, letting a strange man into your home like this, knowing what other men might do in this situation; how they might hurt you.

His hand twitched against your bare back and he pressed his chin to your shoulder, his beard tickling your skin.

You should know better, he thought. You should be more careful.

Of course, you weren’t at all concerned about him being a threat. You were completely comfortable in his hold, despite only knowing him a few days. Blissed out, your sour mood had completely dissolved thanks to his kind gesture. To you, Will was just further proof that the world could be good to you if you gave it a chance.

You pulled back a bit, moving your head to try to meet his gaze. He mirrored your actions, tucking his lower lip under his teeth briefly as you searched his pale blues.

“You should have come,” you lamented. One of your hands moved up to cup his scruffy cheek. “I would have liked that much better.”

He frowned, still unclear what exactly had happened to upset you.

Then you tipped forward, catching him off-guard. He stilled as your lips met his, his eyes closing as he kissed back automatically before he could think straight. It was only when he identified the taste of alcohol in your kiss that he stopped.

Fuck, what am I doing?

He pulled away suddenly as the song ended and hit the stop button on the machine. He wiped his mouth with his hand as he took a deep breath, then turned to face you again.

“We should get you to bed,” he suggested.

You pointed at him, then stepped closer to boop his nose. “I will get myself to bed.”

Will nodded, tense with discomfort. That had more or less been what he meant, but he understood that you may have taken that as him trying it on. “Good.”

“Thank you for the dance.” “My pleasure.” “Good night Will Johnson.”

“Night,” he nodded. “Oh! Bring your water bottle.” “For bed?” “For the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow.”

You gestured dismissively.

“Pahhhh.”

Still, he pulled your bottle out of the fridge and pressed it into your hands before watching you stumble down the hallway.

Your nonchalance made him question what you’d been thinking when you’d kissed him. Were you too drunk to realize? Though he couldn’t deny he’d wanted to kiss you for days now. A conversation for tomorrow.

He shook his head, smiling to himself, but after a moment he leaned against the counter and sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

His mind raced with impossible scenarios; Kel Morrison and his men surrounding the cottage, trying to get in. Trying to get him. Or you.

He winced at the pain in his leg - maybe dancing had been a bit ambitious when it had already been giving him grief - but knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he checked all the doors and windows again.

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DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

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🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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A New Sort of Camp

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XoTtwD2 by Grey_Wind_Wolf Words: 3985, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Demigods in Araluen and Ranger's in Long Island Fandoms: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Halt O'Carrick, Will Treaty, Tug (Ranger's Apprentice), Abelard (Ranger's Apprentice), Baron Arald (Ranger's Apprentice), Jennifer "Jenny" Dalby, Duncan (Ranger's Apprentice), Gilan (Ranger's Apprentice), Horace Altman, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Chiron (Percy Jackson), Clarisse La Rue, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Will Solace, Nico di Angelo Additional Tags: Ranger's - Freeform, Rick Riordan Demigod Universe | Riordanverse, Demigods, Bandits & Outlaws, Magic, Minor Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XoTtwD2

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Magnolia In May ~ Chapter Five

Chapter Summary: Jessie attends her first dinner with the Shelby children, also we find out that Thomas has a bit of a sweet tooth??

Chapter Warning(s): None.

Word count: 3985

Chapter Five

Dinner was going to be served at six o’clock on the dot, which meant I had a few hours to get myself ready until then. After getting undressed, I stepped across the floor to the porcelain-coated cast-iron tub, separated from the rest of the room by a partition. I dipped one foot into the hot water, then the other and then sat down, leaning back against the rim. The water went up to my breasts and it soothed the tension in my back.

Plunging the sponge into the water and rubbing some soap on it, I scrubbed my arms, my legs, my stomach, getting all the dirt off of me. It only took a few minutes, and I considered staying in the water for a while, but I promised Frances I would get Ruby and Charlie dressed at around five-fifteen, since she had errands to run.

Earlier, when I tentatively asked her if we were having company, and by that, I meant if Miss Carleton would be joining us for the meal, she sounded relieved as she answered me. “No, she appeared to be in a hurry tonight. All the better. You don’t need to listen to the two of them carrying on, it will spoil your appetite.”

Ruin? I wondered, and then I sensed the hidden meaning behind her words. She was so abrupt and blunt about it, though maybe I was the only one she could trust to not rat her out for her opinion. It should have been obvious that she didn’t care for the woman much.

I couldn’t necessarily disagree with her statement, either.

The two of them were an item at one point, this much I knew, and I had no doubt that they, like most couples, flirted, both in private and in public. I wouldn’t mind if they chose to show their affections in front of me, I had, unfortunately and in most cases accidentally, seen my fair share of couples, locked in romantic embraces, kissing, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears.

Of course, I am a grown woman. Whereas Ruby and Charlie are only children, therefore, if Miss Carleton did choose to stay for dinner, it might be better for her (and Thomas) to withhold such comments while in their presence. Especially since they’re evidently both old enough and smart enough to pick up on what’s going on around them.

Bathing was now complete. I went into the room a little further down the hall and saw Charlie pacing up and down in front of his closet, tapping his chin in thought. It took me a moment for him to notice me, so I knocked softly on the open door. He turned to me and shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t decide what I should wear.”

“Hmm,” I said, “Maybe I can help. What did you have in mind?”

“Daddy always wears suits when he goes somewhere fancy or if he has guests over at the house, but I don’t have any suits like his.”

“Then we’re going to have to improvise.”

“Improvise?” he asked, tilting his head to one side.

“Come up with something new,” I explained. Reaching into the closet, I found a grey tweed vest, a white dress shirt and a dark blue tie and held them up, awaiting the young man’s approval. “Will this do?”

“Yes!” He grinned from ear to ear, doing his best to stand still as I dressed him and combed his hair. “I look just like Daddy, don’t I?”

“Indeed you do, sir,” I responded. He gave me a confident grin, showing off his little set of teeth and his little boyish charm.

Ruby was standing, patiently waiting for me in front of her bed. On top of the quilt was the dress she’d chosen to wear. It was red, almost the same shade as the ribbons Marie and Alice wore in their hair; it also had short sleeves and the waistline was trimmed with frilled lace.

Then I asked her to sit on her bed while I put on her white stockings to go with the pair of Mary Janes. Charlie came bounding in a few minutes later, as I was putting some white bows in her hair, with his grey tweed vest, blue tie and crisp white shirt. “And don’t you look dashing!”

“I look just like Daddy,” he said, going over to the mirror and making sure his tie was on straight. Ruby did the same, admiring her reflection in the glass. “Are you going to eat dinner with us?”

“Is that an invitation?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“In that case, I would be honoured to join you both for dinner.” I straightened up and then put my hands on my hips. “The only trouble is, I have no idea what to wear to such a grand occasion such as this. Do you think you can help me?”

They followed me to my room and I opened the closet filled with my brand new clothes. The basket was no longer in the corner, someone must have come in to collect it earlier, there was also hot water in the tub. The children examined all of the outfits, before pulling out a red dress.

“This is the one,” said Charlie.

“We can match!” said Ruby.

“You’re right. Very well, I shall choose this dress. Why don’t you two hurry along and play for a little while and I’ll meet you shortly, I need to clean myself up and that.”

I put the dress down on the bed and waited for them to leave the room and close the door so I could change. Once I was alone again,

I lifted the dress up over my head. The neckline was a lot lower than I expected and showed off a little more cleavage than I was used to. The sleeves swept past my elbows and dropped down to my wrist.

The woman staring back at me didn’t look like me. She looked like a completely different woman from the one who showed up at the estate, more confident, more sure of herself.

Taking a breath, I stepped out the door and thought I heard the kids talking in the hall. Soon enough, I saw them waiting for me near the end of the hall, close to the staircase. Ruby ran over to me first, her eyes shone like stars in the dim light and her cheeks were rosy. “You look like a princess.”

“So do you,” I said, crouching down to her level and cast a quick glance at Charlie. “And we can’t forget this handsome prince!”

“I’m a knight!”

“Of course, we need more knights in shining armour to protect the palace from our enemies.” He straightened up and his smile widened. Come to think of it, he did look more like a knight than a prince. He had that determination in his eyes, that fearlessness. Two qualities I found admirable.

“Does that mean Daddy’s the king?” I let them walk ahead of me down the stairs. “I mean, he’s always in his study, which is like his throne room, signing papers and sometimes he rides in the vardo to see people, like how kings and queens go to visit the other kingdoms.”

“Is that so?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Ruby answered, a tinge of sadness in her voice as she stood on the bottom step. “Mama told me not to bother him while he’s working, but I wanted him to play Tea Party with me.”

“Well, your mama’s right, Something tells me he really, really wants to play with you, he just has a lot to do. A big list like this” —I stretched my arms out for emphasis — “but tell you what, I can play Tea Party with you tomorrow and then your daddy can join us when he’s all done, okay?”

She nodded. That seemed to cheer her up a little bit.

I had no doubt that Thomas had a lot on his plate, both with work and family matters, and as much as he wanted to play with his children and relax for a while, there was too much holding him back.

“Right, let’s hurry along then, the king is waiting for us.”

They sprinted toward the dining-room and a few seconds later, as I followed them, I heard them both giggling. The walls were a deep green, like the colour of the trees in the woods and white panelling, in the shapes of arrows, were nailed above the entrance, the window was covered by thin white curtains. A fireplace, framed with two small pillars, provided some warmth to the space.

On the wall just above the head of the table, was another portrait.

This one had a continual looming presence about it. Thomas stood by a beautiful white thoroughbred, not unlike the one I saw in the stables earlier. Their friendship could be seen in their body language. In the distance was a chapel, presumably the one that he and Grace married in. And the table? It was enough to seat my entire family and all of my friends.

Sitting beneath it was the head of the household himself, wearing a long dark overcoat that looks like a cape, a white button down shirt and black trousers. His hair was combed back and a smile graced his features. My muscles tensed, my heart pounded and I could feel my skin flush. Ruby leaned over and whispered something in his ear, something I didn’t quite catch, then he stood up from his chair and his blue eyes met mine. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you,” I said, hoping I didn’t stutter and praying that I wasn’t blushing while I approached the chair he’d pulled out for me, though the expression on Charlie’s face, like he was this close to laughing, told me otherwise. Ruby was giggling, too and I turned to them with a puzzled expression. “What’s so funny?”

“You are!” Charlie laughed, “Your cheeks are all red.”

“Like a tomato,” Ruby added, shifting in her seat.

“A tomato, eh?” I chuckled.

“Good enough to eat,” Thomas replied with a cheeky wink and a boyish grin. Charlie pretended to take a bite out of my shoulder and I let out a feigned gasp of surprise as he scooted around the table and settled back to his chair and sat down next to his father, digging into the meat and potatoes the cook spent hours preparing.

Thomas and I didn’t talk much, we just listened to the kids talking amongst themselves about how much they were looking forward to seeing their uncles, aunt, and cousins again once the school year was over, while I kept my eyes on my plate. I hadn’t realised how hungry I was until now and I wanted to devour the whole thing at once, but it wouldn’t be polite to do such a thing in front of such refined company.

We traded subtle glances when we thought the other wasn’t looking, until I got caught before I could look away in time. His stare was piercing, and hypnotic as if he could see right through my soul, and was pulling me in further.

There was something so warm and comforting in his eyes, and it made me feel an instant peace and serenity just from looking at him, but also a volt of electricity. The blood rushed to my face and there was a strange sort of tingling that made my toes curl underneath the table.

He sensed it, I know he did. The way he was smirking at me and his eyes twinkled, told me he was trying just as hard to control himself as I was.

“Daddy,” I heard Ruby say. He stopped eating for a moment and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her response. Pouting in disappointment, she looked down at the water in her glass. “Why can’t I have a drink like you and Jessie?”

“It’s a grown-up drink, love,” I answered. “You’re not old enough.”

“But you said we’re growing older everyday,” Charlie insisted.

“Not old enough to have alcohol,” I said.

“Please?” Ruby begged.

“Now, I already told you ‘no’ my love,” her father said in a firm tone, and she turned back to her plate, sulking and digging through the mashed potatoes. He observed her for a moment and Charlie went back to eating, also a bit less cheerful than he was a few minutes ago.

I watched his expression change from stern to somewhat playful.

“Do I see grumpy faces?” he asked and stood up from his chair, stalking over to Ruby, who was pouting more now. I saw his hands sneaking to her sides and the giggles bubbled up inside her as she squirmed in her chair. “What did I say about grumpy faces, eh?”

Her soft gasps turned into laughter and Charlie scrambled away, but not before his father managed to catch up with him and lift him up, making him laugh as well with his quick fingers.

I smiled, my eyes sparkling as a hint of pink crept onto my cheeks.

His joking demeanour restored peace and order once again. The three of them caught their breath and then he said, “When you’re grown up like your dad, you can have a drink like Jessie and I, but not yet, alright?”

They nodded and continued to eat the remainder of their food while Thomas glanced up at me over the rim of his glass.

Frances returned just after dinner was finished, just before I took the children upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes and Charlie asked if she might stay to watch the recital that he and Ruby had planned. She relented the second she saw them pleading with their eyes, and said she would be in the music room once she finished putting the fresh fruits and vegetables she bought from the market into the kitchen.

Ruby led us into the music room so she could show us all the piece she was working on, playing it to the best of her ability and flinching whenever she made a mistake. She wasn’t one who got easily frustrated, unlike Charlie, she just went back and corrected her mistake. Her brother left momentarily to retrieve his violin from his bedroom, and they played the next song together.

Thomas and I sat side by side and Frances sat on the other side of me. I sucked in a breath when I felt his hand resting on my knee. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled as he leaned in and whispered in a soft, almost laughing voice, “They’ve been practising for weeks.”

My eyes were trained on the kids, but my whole body remained alert. Frances seemed too preoccupied to notice. I thought about giving in, about looking over at him. “Yes, Charlie gave me a preview just before dinner.”

“Did he?” He straightened up again at the same time they finished their performance. Smiling, we both stood up and applauded, and they took a bow before coming over to us.

“Did you like it?” asked Charlie.

“We loved it,” I answered and tapped his nose.

“You were both incredible,” said Thomas, lifting Charlie in his arms, twirling him first, and then doing the same with Ruby. “Incredible enough to deserve some milk and cookies.”

“Cookies!” They both said at the same time and then when he put her down on the ground again.

Charlie wiped his brow with one arm. “Can they be chocolate chip ones? Those are my favourite!”

“Mine, too!”

“First of all, we need to put your violin back in its case, and close up the piano, then we can make any kind of cookies you want, right Frances?”

“Indeed, sir,” she replied, smiling. The kids put their instruments away and before either of us could say or do anything else, they took off, sprinting away to the table.

Frances scurried after them, which I must admit, was no easy feat since they were both fast runners.

“Something tells me they won’t be going to sleep anytime soon,” he said and ran a hand across his face. I laughed softly and then his eyes fell on me once more.

“Let’s go see how the cookies are coming.”

Milk and cookies, a special treat reserved for music recitals and the arrival of a new governess, as well as other occasions, were served presently. Thomas had been explicitly clear in stating that eating snacks anywhere other than the dining-room was not allowed and that they must all stay seated until they were finished so they didn’t get crumbs everywhere. Frances set the plate down in front of them, and they dug in without missing a beat, snatching a perfectly round cookie. I sat with them and took a cookie from the plate and bit into it, feeling the melting chocolate explode. Charlie took a big bite out of his, practically stuffing the whole thing into his mouth.

“Slow down!” I said with a light laugh, “you might get a stomach ache if you eat too quickly.”

He smiled and then elected to take slower bites after that.

“Are you gonna save any for me?” I heard Thomas ask. Ruby swallowed the current bite of the cookie she had and looked over at me with a big, bright smile on her face, and then reached for another cookie, handing it to her dad as he took his place between them, letting out a sigh of relief that was almost palpable.

“Daddy loves cookies, he eats them all the time.”

“Does he? I mean, I can’t say I blame him. When it comes to cookies, I can eat an entire tray.” I finished my own cookie and turned my attention over to Thomas with a cheeky little smile and teasing look in my eyes, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to tease the older man. “Is this your guilty little secret?”

“Eh? Did she tell you that?” he asked, and looked at his daughter and she nodded her head in the affirmative. “Did she also mention I go down and steal them from the jar and bring them up into my office?”

“No,” I laughed, “she didn’t mention that.”

“Well, there’s no point denying it,” Thomas confessed teasingly, his tone light and his eyes full of laughter. “You’ve discovered my secret.”

“Well, you’d better take one before they’re all gone,” I said and pushed the plate his way.

I couldn’t help but smile back at the warmth that I saw in his face while he looked at his children and dunked the cookie into the glass of milk before drinking the rest of it. The kids were grinning from ear to ear and he furrowed his brows in confusion while he set his glass down.

“Is there something on my face?” he asked.

“You have a moustache, Daddy!” She picked up a napkin from the corner of the table, sat down on his lap and then wiped it away. “That’s better.”

“Thank you, my darling,” he whispered, kissing the side of her forehead and she leaned her head on his shoulder. It was clear she was a daddy’s girl and that she stuck to him like glue. He loved his children more than life itself, he indulged them without spoiling them.

Once the milk had been drunk and the cookies had been eaten, with everyone having their fair share, the three of us played quietly for a little while and I read them a short story before it was time to go to sleep. They shared the same bedroom, and it was a fair size, so they each had their own side of the room to themselves, their own personal space where they could put dolls, trains, and books of their choosing.

After the story, Ruby yawned and rubbed her eyes.

“Looks like someone’s getting sleepy,” said Thomas with a soft chuckle.

“No, I’m not,” she protested, but I could tell she was getting drowsy.

“Yes, I think you are.” I watched as he stood up from the side of his daughter’s bed while holding her, gave her a loving, gentle kiss on the forehead and tucked her small body into bed, making sure she felt safe and comfortable, then he turned to Charlie with a soft smile. “You, too, young man.”

Charlie did as he was told. He snuggled down underneath the sheets and yawned, laying his head down on the pillow as I tucked him in and kissed the top of his forehead. He turned to his father, who stood in the doorway for a couple of minutes. Thomas stepped over to the side of his bed and leaned forward into the mattress, moving some hair away from his forehead. “Daddy, is Jessie staying with us?”

His blue eyes searched my face while I went over to Ruby to do the same, making sure she was nice and comfortable, and she was already sound asleep. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief that was almost palpable. I couldn’t help but smile back at the warmth that I saw in his face while he looked at his son. “Do you want her to stay?”

“She’s like family now. And she reads us stories.”

“I read you stories, too,” he joked and Charlie shrugged.

“She tells them better,” he giggled.

“Oh,” he pouted and hung his head, pretending to be sad, but looking at his son’s adorable face, he ended up breaking into quiet laughter himself. “Well, I guess it’s up to Jessie whether she wants to stay or if she wants to go back home.”

“Please stay with us!” he begged.

“How can I say ‘no’ to that sweet face?” I asked and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Yay!” he said and grinned, snuggling deeper down into the sheets and shortly afterwards, he was asleep, too. Thomas and I turned to each other and we tiptoed toward the door, closing it behind us.

We stood in the middle of the hallway for a while, nothing but the ticking of the grandfather clock and the wind howling outside to break it. He looked down the hallway, ran a hand through his hair and folded his arms across his chest as we walked down the hallway together to our rooms. I saw him watching me from the corner of his eye. “You seem to have won them over already, I shouldn’t be surprised, though, you apparently read stories better than I do. What’s your secret?”

I considered his question for a minute or two. We arrived at my room before we knew it, but I wanted to keep this conversation going for just a little while longer. It wasn’t that hard for me to do since I’d grown up looking after children and knowing how to keep them engaged with activities, including storytime.

“Doing the characters’ voices works wonders,” I replied with a shrug, “and don’t worry about being perfect, you can even go the extra mile and exaggerate how they talk, make it silly and fun.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said and then nodded toward the open door. “You should get some sleep, too. No doubt it’s been a long day for you as well, with all that travelling and playing with the kids. You must be tired, but I will expect you up bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Alright,” I answered. We said our goodbyes and I went back into my room and changed into a simple white chemise. It was made of silk and the material rubbed against the curves of my hips. Then I took the pins out of my hair and put them on a small tray to prevent them from getting lost, then I sunk into the mattress and next thing I knew, I’d fallen asleep.

To be continued!

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Not So Long Ago by Joe McMillan Via Flickr: Friday, July 19, 2002: not so long ago, but many changes since. The three Ski Train F40s are in their second year and are in position for the weekend Summer Ski Train run to the mountains the next day. UP Challenger 3985 is in Denver for the Saturday round trip to the Cheyenne Frontier Days Rodeo. Photo by Joe McMillan.

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Day 10: Union Pacific Challenger

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The Union Pacific Challengers are a type of simple articulated 4-6-6-4 steam locomotive built by American Locomotive Company (ALCO) from 1936 to 1944 and operated by the Union Pacific Railroad until the late 1950s. A total of 105 Challengers were built in five classes. They were nearly 122 ft (37 m) long and weighed 537 short tons (487 tonnes). They operated over most of the Union Pacific system, primarily in freight service, but a few were assigned to the Portland Rose and other passenger trains. Their design and operating experience shaped the design of the Big Boy locomotive type, which in turn shaped the design of the last three orders of Challengers.

Two Union Pacific Challengers survive. Union Pacific No. 3985 was restored by the Union Pacific in 1981, then operated in excursion service as part of its heritage fleet program. Mechanical problems forced it out of service in October 2010; it was retired in January 2020 after the restoration of Big Boy 4014. UP No. 3977 is on display in North Platte, Nebraska.

The name "Challenger" was given to steam locomotives with a 4-6-6-4 wheel arrangement: four wheels in the leading pilot truck to guide the locomotive into curves, two sets of six driving wheels, and four trailing wheels to support the rear of the engine and its massive firebox. Each set of driving wheels is driven by two steam cylinders. In essence, the result is two engines under one boiler. Union Pacific developed five types of Challengers: the "light" CSA-1 and CSA-2 classes and the "heavy" 4664-3, 4664-4, and 4664-5 classes.

The railroad sought powerful locomotives that could handle mountain grades at high speeds. Previously, articulated locomotives had been limited to slow speeds by their design. Technical breakthroughs allowed the UP Challengers to operate with 280 lbf/in2 (1.93 MPa) boiler pressure, something usually reserved for passenger locomotives like the FEF Series. They had 69-inch (1,800 mm) drivers, mammoth wheels usually seen on passenger locomotives only because freight engines normally require the extra torque provided by smaller wheels. Speeds in excess of 60 miles per hour (100 km/h), while unheard-of on most other railroads using articulated steam locomotives, became commonplace on the Union Pacific.

When the first Challengers entered service in 1936, on the UP's main line over the Wasatch Range between Green River and Ogden, the locomotives had problems climbing the steep grades. For most of the route, the maximum grade is 0.82% in either direction, but the climb eastward from Ogden, into the Wasatch Range, reached 1.14%. Hauling a 3,600-short-ton (3,300 t; 3,200-long-ton) freight train demanded double heading and helper operations, and adding and removing helper engines slowed operations. Those limitations prompted the introduction of the Big Boy in 1941, as well as a redesign of the last three orders from 1942 to 1944.

Using the experience from the Big Boy, UP chief mechanical engineer, Otto Jabelmann, redesigned the last three orders of Challengers in 1941. The result was a locomotive in working order weighing some 317 short tons (288 t; 283 long tons) accompanied by a tender weighing 174 short tons (158 t; 155 long tons) when 2/3 loaded. Calculated tractive effort is 97,350 lbf (433.0 kN). From 1941, the Challengers were intended to speed up freight operations on the grades across Wyoming; the Wasatch Range climb east from Ogden was to be conquered by the Big Boys without helpers.

The 105 locomotives were ordered in five batches: the first two of light Challengers, and the final three of heavy Challengers. Along with the Big Boys, the Challengers arrived on the scene just as traffic was surging in preparation for American participation in World War II.

As part of Union Pacific's fourth order in 1943, ALCO built thirty-one locomotives for Union Pacific using the same specifications. However, the War Production Board diverted six locomotives after completion to the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad via a lease through the War Department's Defense Plant Corporation. Locomotives 3900-3905 formed the Rio Grande's Class L-97.

Only two Challengers survive, both from the 4664-4 order built in 1943. No. 3977 is on static display in North Platte, Nebraska. No. 3985 was restored to operating condition by Union Pacific in 1981 and used in excursion service until mechanical problems sent it back into storage in October 2010. It was officially retired in January 2020 and is stored in Cheyenne, Wyoming, but has since been acquired by the Railroading Heritage of Midwest America (RRHMA), who have plans to restore the locomotive to operation once again.

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So I’ve been sucked into the Railway Series fandom and had the stupid idea of making a fan railroad loosely based off the Denver & Rio Grande Western Railroad but run with the same “refuses to merge with other railways, refuses to give up its steam fleet, and keeps ending up with a hodgepodge of engine classes from other railways and weird experimental designs” attitude as the NWR, and I’ve been doing research on railroads now as a result, and thoughts so far are as follows:

Jesus the scale of US geography compared to British/Sudrian geography is fucking ridiculous in general and I chose to base this off Colorado railroads which are on their own level of ridiculous. Like, the real life basis for this is “Line literally gains a fucking mile of elevation” ridiculous. “The standard gauge lines have to deal with 3% grades, the narrow-gauge ones get up to like 4%” ridiculous. “The new tunnel means trains ‘only’ have to deal with sustained 2% grades and 4,000 ft of elevation gain” ridiculous. And the engines are probably insufferable about it. Imagining them hearing about the infamous Gordon’s Hill and then finding out that it’s a 1 in 75 gradient for 5 miles and being like “You... named that? That’s literally just a random part of the main line over here.” Their pastime is probably making fun of ‘flatlander’ diesels who show up and complain about the hills.

On a very related note the scale of the engines is fucking ridiculous. I was thinking “Oh well this is based off a relatively small railway they probably wouldn’t have the really big engines” but then I did research and it turned out that due to the need to move heavy freight trains up said absurd elevation gains while the D&RGW didn’t have Big Boys or Alleghanies they had just about everything short of that including at one point leasing some of Union Pacific 3985′s siblings and the Duluth and Iron Range ‘Yellowstones’ as well as owning some similarly gigantic engines. Also some of the fucking narrow-gauge engines are almost the size of Gordon and Henry and might win a tug-of-war with them.

Also imagining the engines being horrified by some of the NWR’s stories about the stunts trucks pull, because apparently those are based on air brakes not being required for freight rolling stock in the UK at the time but the US mandated air brakes in 1900 so many of the steam engines would only have heard stories about a time before them from the older ones.

American engines have such different lamps from the Brit ones. Some US engines have their lamps above the smokebox but some have them on the front of the smokebox, which is a problem in the RWS-verse because that’s where the engine’s face is. So I’ve decided that in the RWS setting any engines that IRL have lamps on their smokeboxes instead have their lamps in their eyes. Some crews really like working with these engines because they can just look at whatever, but some crews hate it because when their engine looks away from the track the crew can’t see it either and they really have to rely on the engine’s situational awareness. And also the moment of darkness when the engine blinks is kind of disconcerting.

Also the bells and whistles and couplings are quite different. Are... American locomotives able to push a train or bunch of rolling stock without being coupled to it?

I saw one website say that “funnel” is not actually real terminology for a locomotive’s smokestack IRL and was popularized by Awdry. If that’s true than my new headcanon is that it’s a quirk of the Sudrian language and dialect in-universe.

#The Railway Series fandom #Thomas the Tank Engine fandom #trains #silly ideas

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