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sex therapy :: 14. sucker for pain

chapter tags/warnings: misogynistic! naoya. pet names ("bimbo"). dirty talking. nonconsenual undertones. infidelity/adultery. strong language. humiliation. classism.

word count: 3.8k

notes: i published this story for the first time in october 2021 on wattpad, and i'm so thankful for and overwhelmed by the support and love that sex therapy has received over the past year. thank you for watching me and my story grow. xoxo

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Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Repeat.

This would be the mantra Naoya would live by tonight.

The little date he was taking you on was merely a prequel to the chain of bedroom events he had schemed for the evening. Because warming up first was important, no?

As a wonderful husband, Naoya took his precious wife out to dinner at Shibuya’s Cé La Vi, a top-floor restaurant that may not be as vertigo-inducing as its famous Marina Bay Sands counterpart in Singapore, but offered a menu and skyline views second to none.

He had even requested an outdoor table under the fairy lights for the romantic atmosphere, where both the amber hues and soft jazz washed the vicinity with warmth and peace. Exactly what Naoya also needed after his last twenty hours filled with hurried negotiations with publishers, a long flight back to Tokyo, and many private lectures from his outraged father.

At least that was all done now.

Sighing, Naoya gestured at a nearby waiter, who disappeared and returned with a glass of expensive tequila several minutes later. Eight in the evening might be far too early for Naoya to down his third shot of Don Julio, but he needed to reward himself for completing a hectic itinerary without a wink of shuteye in between.

With the drink, he quietly soaked in the low hum of chatter that mingled with the gentle clinking of cutlery. The ambiance was so miraculous that Naoya didn’t know why he hadn’t taken you here earlier.

Now that he thought about it, when was the last time he had taken you out on a proper date anyway?

Oh, when he took you out two weeks ago to skydive in…

No, wait that was with Mari.

He was only two and a half glasses in, but the liquor was already messing with his memory.

So when…?

“We haven’t done anything like this in a long, long while,” you commented when you must have noted his extended silence at the dinner table, although Naoya found it quite funny that you seemingly read his thoughts instead.

He swirled the liquor in his glass but decided against another sip. “You think so?” he asked as harmlessly as possible. “When was the last time?”

Cutting into a scallop on your plate, you bit your inner cheek. “Our…honeymoon.”

Holy crap, that Caribbean trip was months ago. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” you deadpanned.

Oh.

Okay, he might have thought a lot more about spending time with his mistress, and he hadn’t exactly been keeping track of every single date he went on with you, but he certainly did not expect to have such an abysmal track record with his own wife.

Not that he felt guilty about his absence in your life.

Besides, you had the money to entertain yourself as you wished. Whether because you were blinded by sheer stupidity or his bank account, you thankfully didn’t complain much either. All Naoya had to do was to keep you happy and ignorant because—to paraphrase his father’s own words—if Naoya flopped this marriage with the COO's daughter, he would not be welcomed in the Zenin household again.

The difficult part, however, was that you were hard to please.

That was what happened to little girls who grew up spoiled by daddy’s money, Naoya supposed. Mari, on the other hand, would have absolutely been overjoyed in your position. Hell, even Naoya himself—who merely grew up as a spare heir—would have shown some gratitude.

“Sorry that I’ve been so occupied.” The Zenin CEO had to inject whatever sympathy and sincerity he had into his apology before sampling his risotto. “I’ve been buried in work ever since I joined the executive suite earlier this year. I’ve had a lot to catch up on.”

“I know,” you responded very matter-of-factly. “And I understand. You’ve been busy with meetings.”

Right. Meetings with his board in addition to his, well, other more discreet ‘meetings’ where he pounded his paramour into oblivion (but let’s not talk about that, shall we?).

As he pushed the thought away, he placed his fork down in exchange for his drink. “That’s why I invited you for dinner—to spend extra time with you. I’ll make things up to you even more later.”

You glanced up from your meal, blinking rapidly but the ambivalence apparent in your gaze. “Really? Like how?”

Sex, you motherfucking dimwit.

How much more obvious did he have to be?

Of course, he instead replied with, “You’ll see.”

He hadn’t told you his idea to rail your brains out because he didn’t feel obligated to, but if he wanted to a) get his father off his ass and b) be a baby daddy by morning, he had quite the mission to accomplish. Besides, if he calculated the numbers correctly in his head, today was still within your fertility window. A later day in the schedule, but still a fertile time for his wife, nonetheless. This was the perfect time to focus on you, particularly since he wouldn’t be distracted by Mari for some time. Perhaps arriving early from Mexico wasn’t too much of a bad thing.

Tonight, the deed didn’t seem too difficult to do either, thanks to how provocatively you dressed. Since when did you wear off-the-shoulder mini dresses? Was this from your New York fashion haul three months back?

“It’d be nice if you could apologize to me first.”

Naoya froze with his glass by his mouth at your unanticipated comment. What were you even going on about? “Didn’t I already say sorry for not spending time with you?” This was what he meant by how ungrateful you were.

Curling your lips inward, you inhaled sharply. “That wasn’t what I was—”

When the conversation was unexpectedly interrupted by a buzzing at the table, Naoya reached for his phone only to be greeted with a blank screen. Rather, he looked up to see you wiping your hands and staring at your device, mirroring Naoya’s own confusion as your brows creased at an unsaved number.

“Spam,” you concluded and pushed the device away once the caller eventually reached voicemail. “What I was saying,” you began even as your face contorted momentarily with reluctance, “was that you never told me you were away from Japan. I didn’t even know where you were or when you would be back had I not called your secretary.”

Wow, that was what you wanted an apology for?

What an entitled brat.

Admittedly, Naoya should have texted you before he vanished into thin air, but a homemaker like you certainly had no business in his personal schedule. Had he truly had an investor conference to attend, Naoya was certain you would have been just as meddlesome, which was why he found the situation even more sardonic when you confirmed his suspicions by adding, “Sending me a text isn’t too difficult, you know.”

Just who the hell did you think you were?

Don’t think he had not noticed how confrontational you had been as of late, criticizing his actions and then dishing out instructions as though you were anywhere near the place to do so. This change from your typically submissive nature was uninvited, to say the least. Like, at the bare minimum, you could look at your own husband as you spoke, and Naoya wondered if your actions were simply a phase in the relationship or a reveal of the real you. Whatever the reason, he wanted his good and obedient wife back.

“Well then, my apologies." His eye twitched as he spoke, and nothing now could hide the contempt rising in his tone. “Next time, I’ll make sure my assistants send you my entire itinerary from when I sleep to when I use the restroom to—"

Naoya couldn’t even think through his annoyance because, at this point, your phone was ringing for what must be the third time and that irked him even further.

“Please!” he scoffed, his vexation bursting through his voice. “Just excuse yourself and pick that shit up, good lord!”

At least that much you listened to. You pardoned yourself, stepping away just as Naoya pinched the bridge of his nose. On the one date he finally organized with his wife, you just had to ruin his mood with your shit attitude and table manners. Fantastic.

After one long huff, Naoya swung around in his seat and caught the attention of a nearby waiter.

The fuming executive then pointed at his glass.

“Another shot, ASAP."

As much as you were guilty of self-deprecation, you were not masochistic enough to simply swallow your husband’s insults over dinner.

‘Sex, you motherfucking dimwit.’

Simply thinking back to that line sent tiny pricks to your chest.

Did Naoya really think that, just because he mumbled that to himself under his breath, you wouldn’t hear him? What made you even more upset was that, when you asked for an apology, he could not even recognize his wrongs. There was more that you hoped to confront him about, too—particularly about the rumors of his extramarital affairs—but you had half the mind to shut up given his splenetic fury.

Whoever called you, however, thankfully provided you with a reason for reprieve.

You rushed out of the main restaurant venue as you curiously stared at your phone, noticing the missed calls from an unknown number. When the same contact information appeared on your screen in its fourth ring, you pressed the ‘Accept’ button only for the other line to greet you first.

“I still have your dress, kiddo.”

Kiddo.

Only one person called you that.

“Choso?” you nearly shouted in disbelief, unintentionally garnering the attention of some bystanders.

“That’s me alright,” the therapist answered, his reply cool and composed as though he never questioned the fact that his hands landed on your phone number. “I was just about to give up on reaching you.”

Overwhelmed, you sighed. “Sorry, I’m rather busy at the moment.”

“Right, right,” he mulled, a faint rumble sneaking in his tone. Choso then clicked his tongue against his teeth, and you could almost picture the blasé manner in which he would recline in a seat as some shuffling echoed over the line, which would have normally been irrelevant until he added, “Well, I’m downstairs.”

“What?!” was your first reaction. Now, you were certainly getting weird stares. Downstairs, as in, where? “Are you in—”

“Yes, Shibuya. You’re at Cé La Vi right now, aren’t you? Take the elevator down to the first floor. My car’s parked right outside the building’s main doors. That Dolce & Gabbana outfit I made you change out of before the club, I didn’t have a chance to return that since you stormed out of the meeting last night.”

You shut your dropped jaw. “The dress I remember but,” your gaze then narrowed, “how do you know where I am?”

The call suddenly grew quiet, the lull stretching for what must be an hour as Choso carefully contemplated his next words. “When you’re in the right business,” he hinted darkly, no doubt making a reference to his underbelly occupation, “information isn’t hard to come by once you know the right people.”

An assassin with eyes all over the city, huh?

Well, that explained how he got your number as well, albeit you would not be surprised if he had dug through the therapist office’s database for that instead. Sometimes, you had to wonder how an upper-class lady like you got entangled with a man like him, but a five-minute round trip to the first floor could not possibly hurt, right?

“I’ll meet you, then,” you eventually replied and ended the call.

Catching the first elevator car down, you had no trouble spotting the iconic blue Corvette convertible that stood outside the building’s entrance. Upon your approach, Choso rolled down his window and stuck his head out. This evening, his jet-black strands were pulled back into one low ponytail rather than two, his prominent jawline appearing even sharper against the nighttime backdrop.

No wonder this man had a whole harem in the club.

“Hey,” he hummed as his inky eyes ran down your figure, his gaze lingering a little longer on your exposed collarbone before traveling down to your legs. “I like your style.”

At the compliment, you looked away, feeling a bizarre prickle in your stomach. “I’m on a dinner date.”

“With Naoya?” Given how the therapists have recently revealed their disdain for your husband, you were not surprised to see Choso grimace. “Why…would you do that to yourself?”

Great question. “He’s paying, so I can’t complain.”

Choso pressed his lips outward, nodding when he could not argue against that. “I see.”

During the silence that ensued, you clicked your heels together, too busy floundering in the burning presence of your companion that you almost forgot the reason you were here in the first place. “Do…you have my dress?”

Nonchalantly, the man pointed to the back with his thumb. “In the trunk. What? You’re in a rush or something?”

You nodded slowly. “Naoya doesn’t know I’m down here," you explained but, given the psychological pain that your husband had inflicted on you, there was no good reason for guilt to be tugging at your lungs.

Even Choso narrowed his eyes. “You’re going back to that asshole?”

Another great question.

Without saying much, Naoya already made clear that his intention with you tonight was grounded only in sexual gratification, that he viewed you as nothing beyond—as he had put it—‘a motherfucking dimwit.’ Despite the pain, you never failed to find a reason to crawl back to the husband that lashed at your heart.

“Naoya is already angry at me,” you eventually remarked, twirling the edges of your dress. “If I don’t get back...”

“Then what? Even more of a reason to ditch him, to be honest. Maybe that will teach him a lesson for all the times he left you.” Choso was not the type to talk much, but he inevitably had the uncanny ability to leave you dumbstruck once he did. Oblivious to your state (or not), he then casually adjusted the braided bracelet at his wrist. “Better things to do with your time than stay with him.”

Funny that your first instinct was to defend Naoya again. However, even if you were to dutifully return to your husband, he would internally welcome you with apathy, his only goal to leave you smitten as a kitten just so he would have a pussy to play with.

Abandoning Naoya also came with one other problem, though. “There isn’t much else for me to do.”

How pitiful was that?

Sure, you had a stack of invitations to various charity dinners and networking parties, but—even with all the riches and respect in the world—you found those events pretentious, repetitive, and dull.

You half-expected Choso to mock you. (Because, really, who were you to complain about first-world problems?) However, the man just paused slightly, a dash of sympathy running over his expression as he then motioned to the empty shotgun seat.

“I could take you out for a ride.”

Your brows shot up. Tempting. “Where to?”

“Since I’m free tonight, I was going to take myself somewhere by Tokyo Bay—one of my favorite spots around,” Choso explained as he ran both his hands through his hair. “Although, if you’re interested, I could show you the area, too.”

At the proposal, you tried not to smile too obviously. Who knew that a hardened part-time hitman actually had such a soft spot?

“Then I’d love to.”

Choso drove off the second you jumped into the Corvette, the convertible greeting you with its familiar ashy honeysuckle scents and a The Neighbourhood tune. With a long exhale, you sank into the red leather seat and stared out the window, watching the nearby scenery transform from skyscrapers to highway signs.

Quietly, you relished the soothing silence in the car that was a refuge from the charged cacophony over dinner, reflecting on the steps that brought you to this moment. What a twist of fate, how the man who had detested you weeks ago was now a warm beacon that offered light in the merciless sea, providing you more comfort than you'd like to admit.

When you unconsciously turned in his direction, you tried to not stare too obviously at the metal on his ears, the piercings gleaming as they caught beams from bypassing streetlamps. You might have had a rough start with Choso Kamo, but you still found him ridiculously attractive with his oversized white sweater and black jeans, hiding his athletic physique underneath.

“Need me to pull up Google Maps?” you asked upon realizing your extended ogling.

“No,” he shot back. “I know this city like the back of my hand.”

And Choso sure seemed like he did.

He was focused solely on driving, his palms clasped around the steering wheel as his fingers drummed to the bass of ‘Sweater Weather.’

This close to him, you noticed how his hands were rough and calloused—almost definitive sign of working out. Right where he rolled up his sleeves, veins also weaved beneath his forearm tattoos, the inked vines something you never had the chance to examine extensively either.

This time, you weren’t too discreet given that he caught your gaze. “What?”

Oops. “Nothing.”

You turned away to look ahead, trying to calm your frenzied heart by observing some uninteresting cars on the expressway. A proper lady like you knew better than to gawk at someone for a prolonged time, yet you still got caught red-handed. How embarrassing.

Slumping further into your seat, you pouted as your weird way in mitigating the internal humiliation. “Just…keep your eyes on the road.”

While Choso did as he was told, he held back a low chuckle. “And you could keep your eyes on me.”

“But I wasn’t—!" A complete lie, but you still shouted with flailing arms, defenses hopeless.

Yet, what really disarmed you was Choso’s faint smirk.

One minute, you were frustrated and flustered; the next, you were simply stunned at the amused tilt in his lips, all because his smile was so rare. There was something enchanting about the cocky way Choso grinned as he stepped on the accelerator, the maniacal gleam in his eyes as he stared ahead, the bright colors of the Tokyo evening that glittered behind him.

“Jesus, take the fucking wheel,” you muttered like a starstruck teenager.

“What’s wrong?” he asked harmlessly because this man definitely heard you over the music. He threw you a quick glance even as the smile on his lips stayed. “I mean, you could keep staring if you want to, bimbo. I won’t judge.”

Mouth opened to back talk, your ambitions immediately got cut short as Choso moved a hand from the steering wheel to your inner thigh. While you hid your gasp at the unexpected contact, you only hoped that he did not notice the way you tensed under his searing touch.

But Choso noticed, alright.

“Hm, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Choso pressed again, his focus still on the lane as though he was not caressing you, massaging you, his thumb running in hypnotic circles centimeters away from the dull throb between your legs,

How he managed to maintain his composure in such a situation was a mystery given that you, unlike him, gripped hard at the side of your seat.

“Because…” you hissed after mustering all effort.

Then, you stopped.

How could you respond while completely distracted by the tightening in your stomach, practically holding your breath as his hand crept up higher? It was not helping that his fingers were so thick, that he had a small dagger printed by a knuckle, that his scent was reminiscent of burning maple leaves during a New England fall.

“‘Because…?’ Because what?” Choso asked, knocking your thoughts loose momentarily because he—on the other hand—did not miss your incomplete answer. His nails dug into your skin, nearly making you yelp at the incredible burn. “What’s the issue? I don’t remember you being this shy with the other therapists around.”

The steeliness that underlined his tone…

Was Choso still hung up about your frisky flings with Toji and Sukuna? Even though you should have never gotten sexually involved with them in the first place, you never would have thought that Choso would hold such a grudge.

In response, you cautiously observed his side profile. “Are…you jealous?”

He closed his eyes momentarily at the question, indescribable salaciousness etched on his lovely face, and he shuddered slightly. His eyes opened back as a sharpened glare, Adam’s apple bobbing as the result of a drawn-out swallow.

“Oh, baby,” he growled, and it was the backward tilt of his head that left your mind spinning, “you have no idea.”

Traveling beneath your dress, his hand roamed a little higher, then higher again, his pinky finger brushing at your panties’ seam such that if he decided to travel up any further, he might just feel how miserable and soaked you were.

Just hurt me, you begged silently, legs squeezing together subconsciously as you feel a delicious heat churning through your body, biting back a moan when Choso gripped hard at your thigh before smacking at the flesh.

“Harder,” you accidentally pleaded out loud, immediately clamping your hands over your mouth.

Unsurprisingly, your insanely handsome driver turned to you. When you met his gaze, you only wished that you hadn’t because Choso had a gaze that left you weak in the knees, the murky pool in his eyes enough to leave you whittled to a frantic and blubbering mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

“Well, I'm curious what your husband would say,” he interjected, debauchery bleeding in his tone, “when I send you home my handprints on your ass cheeks?”

Wow, that really took you aback.

“‘When?’” you bleated. Not ‘if?’

“Yes, ‘when,’” he confirmed with a hoarse thrum. His overflowing confidence clouded your head with something heady, something intoxicating. As much as you think you should tell Choso to stop, words were lodged in your throat once he forced your legs apart with one firm pull, and while you found pleasure in the pain, it was his next suggestion that sent sweet vibrations straight down your spine: “Because I wonder what would happen once I spread you over the car hood and took you right there.”

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A Good Man | Part 10

Pairing: Finan x Ealdorman's Daughter!Reader

Summary: y/n is discovered inside the palace at Aeglesburgh by her brother and the secret union is revealed.

Warnings: SLOWBURN. MDNI18+ NSFW. Oral (F receiving) PinV. Threats of violence and call backs to previous violence.

Wordcount:3.2k

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Authors Notes: Tis the end. (I know I said Monday but have this now)

You walked besides Finan struggling to fight the grin your face so proudly wanted to wear navigating the dark mahogany halls of the palace at Aeglesburgh feeling a mixture of giddiness and love flowing through you as the summers heat clung heavily to the walls with the windows and doors opened wide to allow any type of air entry to help relieve it.

Opening your mouth to speak as you rounded a corner approaching where you had left Aldhelm guarding Aethelflaed, Finan hastily pushed you backwards out of sight against a doorway holding his large hand to your mouth.

“Well when you do find her be sure to send her home to me, Lady.” Your brother spoke replacing your happiness with nerves

“When she is found I will send for you, Lord Aelfhelm.” Aethelflaed clipped back as you heard footsteps disappearing in the opposite direction.

“Stay put, please?” Finan whispered removing his hand and you nodded remaining in place, he gave a quick glance around the corner and you were unable to make out the hushed conversation he had with Aldhelm. He came back a few moments later taking you by the hand and rushing you into Aethelflaed’s private office directing you to sit at the table.

“I’ll be just outside, now the drop from that window will do more than get your dress dirty so no escaping.” He jested pointing at you with a smile as he backed away towards the door

“From you? Never.” You quipped back returning his smile rubbing the ring of his on your index finger

Shortly after Finan re-entered the room behind Aethelflaed, she offered you a small smile as you stood at her presence and she motioned for you to sit back down with a motion of her hand.

“It is good to see you y/n” She offered with a smile and sat opposite you as Finan came to stand behind your chair “Finan has said there is a matter you wish to discuss?”

“Oh, yes, I suppose there is.” You glanced up to the side at your new husband who gave you a reassuring nod and cleared your throat redirecting your eyes to Aethelflaed “Forgive us, for not seeking permission but we are wed.” You delivered quickly and to the point. She looked between the pair of you with wide eyes and pursed her lips before smiling and a small laugh escaped her.

“y/n, when I offered you a place at my side as lady-in-waiting I admit I did have ulterior motives for you which I am sure you figured out long ago. I had only ever spoken of betrothals in front of your father to appease him and advocated for you when the suitor he wanted was not a good choice because I fully expected you to come to me when you felt you had met your match or had taken matters into your own hands.” Her voice was calm and warm and you felt relieved to not be on the receiving end of a scolding of the Lady you had come to respect and care for after a year in her service, Finan’s hand came to your shoulders with a gentle squeeze and you placed a hand over one of his.

“I fear your brother will not welcome this news as I have, he wants me to release you from my service, but I have refused and will continue to do so until you feel ready to tell him of your marriage.”

“Thank you for your kindness Lady. I know you must be busy with the recent unrest, I’m sorry for adding to the stress”

“Do not apologise, I fear I need those I trust must close by so I already have a room made up for you here where you can remain, unless you would like to me to summon Aelfhelm?”

“If I may Lady, I think it would be best to wait until Uhtred has returned before we go summoning the angry brother.” Finan interjected and you agreed with him, it was an intelligent decision.

Having been set up in the same room as your last visit to Aeglesburgh you hadn't struggled to find it by yourself, feeling anxious about your brother potentially discovering that you were hiding away in the palace you only had the shutters opened a crack and chose to rid yourself of the blue tunic you wore over the cream underdress. Finan was to remain on guard until nightfall so as a way to busy yourself and your mind you sat cross legged at the edge of the bed and worked at cleaning the dirt off your dress with a barely damp cloth.

Finan quickly paced his way to your room after being released from his duty as guard for the night relieved to finally be able to spend some time with you alone, to his surprise he found you asleep curled up in the middle of the bed, your tunic now clean laid out over the back of a chair by the dressing table. He smiled at seeing you looking peaceful in your slumber and tried his best to remain quiet removing his sword belt, vambraces and cuirass, you stirred ever so slightly as he crawled up next to you after removing his boots.

Propping himself up on his elbow he brushed the loose hairs away from your face whispering a small hello as your eyes fluttered open feeling the pads of his fingers against your skin.

“Hello, husband.” You responded with a smile, he hummed in response peppering light delicate kisses from your temple to your jaw.

Inching your lips closer to his your hands held his face to yours preventing him from leaving and he smiled into the kiss giving you what you wanted. His large calloused hand ran up your knee to your thigh and hooked it over his waist as his tongue wet your bottom lip asking for entry and you gave it, his taste left you feeling intoxicated as it always does and you knotted your fingers into his hair swimming in the ecstasy of want and need flowing through your veins.

Tightening the grip you had on him you rolled over onto your back pulling him with you spreading your thighs for him and he moaned against you. Finan dragged his lips down to your jaw and neck gracing your skin with smouldering kisses as his hands worked at pulling your dress up past your hips exposing your core. Grabbing a handful of the fabric at your chest you gasped as he pulled you up with him, instinctively you held your arms up as he pushed the dress up freeing it from your body entirely. Giving you a gentle nudge to lay back down you obeyed as his mouth traced its way from your chest, over your navel and skimming your hip to the inside of your thigh.

You shifted unexpectedly feeling nervous at his hot breath fanning across your folds before his tongue swiped up through them garnering another gasp from you, a second slower swipe had your body relaxing at the new sensation with a moan. Finan worked his tongue through your folds fighting between wanting to close his eyes at finally tasting you and hearing your sweet gasps and whimpers and wanting to watch the way your chest heaved and hands clutch at the sheets either side of you.

Humming into your flesh he circled and sucked at your clit causing your hand to grab at his hair tightly beginning to feel overwhelmed panting and searching for any type of grounding, his eyes looked black staring up at you from between your thighs and your jaw fell slack pulling your brows together as he applied more pressure to your sensitive nub. Giving into his wants Finan pulled away from your clit with a soft pop and sat up on his knees removing his tunic, sitting up your hands hurriedly worked at unlacing his breeches.

His swollen lips crashed against yours laying you back down as he kicked off the trousers and you felt drunk tasting yourself on him, wasting no time he lined up to your soaked entrance and sank in with a single slow push. You sighed against each other adjusting to your walls stretching around his length and curling your arms under his to hold onto his shoulders as he began to thrust into you at a delicious pace. The once quiet room was now filled with the sounds of soft pants and moans as your bodies tangled together getting lost in the feeling of want and need being met, one of your hands slipped down his back as he brought your leg up to rest on his shoulder and you had to bite your lip to prevent a louder lewd noise leaving you at him hitting an even deeper spot than you thought possible.

Squeezing your eyes shut at that now familiar feeling of yarn being spun too tightly on a spindle he tapped your thigh twice.

“None of that” He breathed haggardly “Eyes on me.” and just like that you obeyed getting closer to the edge of pure bliss. His pelvis rubbing against your clit with each roll of his hips into you had your walls fluttering and clenching around him and his thrusts became harder chasing his own release with yours, with a choked whine your nails dug into his warm skin as he buried his face into your neck muting the curses falling from his lips spilling his hot seed into you.

Feeling content under the weight of Finan you caressed your fingers up and down his back feeling the ridges of his scars as you did when he lifted his head from your chest

“Will your brother try to kill me?” He asked softly without a trace of concern and you laughed

“Try being the main word. Truthfully I do not know, maybe.” He responded with a sigh putting his head back down

“How upset would you be if that happened?”

“I’d prefer it if there were no fighting at all, he would surely loose.” You spoke nonchalantly and Finan snorted rubbing his face into your skin.

In the morning you helped Finan tie the cool leather vambraces to his forearms and stole kisses in between securing his cuirass and sword belt grazing on the breakfast that had been brought to you by Sable, he glanced around the room frowning.

“Where’s your blade?” He asked and you smoothed a thumb over the crease between his brows

“Aelfhelm.” You sighed as he finally removed your silver cross from his neck putting it over your head

“Fine, he can keep it. I will just buy you another” He responded moving your hair out from under the necklaces cord and smoothing his hand over the pendant against your chest

“Oh so you did pay for the dagger?” Your brows raised recalling the moment he refused to answer your question back in Winchester

“Ay I’m no thief.” He cupped your cheeks giving you a soft kiss before walking towards the door “You finish that plate.” he added over his shoulder leaving you in the quiet room to go about his duty of guarding Aethelflaed.

After Uhtred’s return with the Fyrd to further confirm the point that Mercia was Aethelflaed’s and not King Edward’s Finan stood in the main hall of the palace beside Sihtric and Osferth watching his Lord discuss the next steps for securing Mercia with the Lady when the main doors opened and Aelfhelm rushed in with two of his sworn men.

“Is that the brother?” Osferth asked looking between his two friends

“How could you tell?” Finan retorted

“He look’s like he wants to take your head off” Sihtric chuckled lowly

“Like to see him try.” Finan rolled his shoulders fixing his stance

“Lady Aethelflaed, Lord Uhtred.” Aelfhelm called for their attention strongly and the pair turned to look at him unfazed at his appearance

“I have reason to believe the only reason no real search efforts are being made to locate my sister is because she is being hidden here.” He declared placing his hands on his hips

“She is your sister, why are you not searching?” Uhtred responded flatly

“I have been Lord, this is the only place I have been denied access to.” He huffed at the blank stares and lack of response to his statement and directed his attention to Finan.

“You. Irishman, what have you done with her?” Finan glanced at Sihtric and Osferth realising the only other person in the room who knew of the marriage was Aethelflaed.

Growing bored of being stuck in the stuffy room with the summers heat refusing to budge you had decided to wander the halls and as you got closer to the main hall you heard your brothers frustrated voice call on Finan and they began to argue back and forth, sticking close to the wall you inched closer to hear them better.

“Don’t you think maybe you pushed her too far by stealing her away from a place she didn’t want to leave?” Finan responded coolly hooking his thumbs into his belt staring down Aelfhelm

“I brought her here for her own benefit, you have no idea what false accusations I have had to tidy up.”

“False accusations.” Finan scoffed and Osferth looked between him and Uhtred trying to mask his concern

“Finan.” Uhtred spoke calmly as a warning

“Your sister could of done with this care of yours last summer y’know.”

“Is that right?”

“You have no idea what she survived. Your father was trying to sell her off to some piece o-“

“Finan enough.” You called out revealing yourself to the room coming to stand at his side just in front of Sihtric, you hadn’t told him that Aelfhelm was somewhat aware of your involvement with the death of Eadred but you didn’t want him finding out the full details with unknown ears listening.

“Ah so you were hiding her.” Aelfhelm gestured between you and Aethelflaed with his hands getting an eye roll from Uhtred

“y/n you are to leave here with me, I will take you to my wife on our estate.” Your brother demanded calmly

“No. I am staying here with the Lady Aethelflaed.” With his frustration being so clear you also didn’t think now was the time to confess the marriage, especially as you hadn’t had the time to tell Uhtred.

“I’m past asking.” He responded striding forward from the side of the room he stood at as if to take you forcefully

“You will be taking my wife nowhere.” Finan stated loudly putting his arm out in front of you with his face set in anger and determination at your brothers action making time feel as thought it had stopped.

All at once Uhtred’s face fell in confusion and he looked to Aethelflaed with the silent question of her having knowledge of this and she simply nodded shifting on her feet. Sihtric and Osferth looked to each other wide eyed at the revelation and you simply exhaled slowly anticipating Aelfhelm’s reaction, the room had fallen so quiet you could of heard pin drop.

Aelfhelm’s face twisted in fury as he unsheathed his sword continuing his steps forward causing all the other men in the room to do the same, without a split second to think it through you quickly unsheathed Finan’s seax and stepped forward slightly blocking him and held it up underneath your brothers chin in time to stop him doing anything else stupid.

Sihtric and Osferth came closer flanking you and Finan from Aelfhelm’s men and you felt oddly calm staring down your elder brother with the high tension threatening to crush everything around you.

“I will not allow you to do this.” You hissed making it very clear where your loyalties lay willing him to hear you and not make this any worse

“You married him.” Your brother gaped in disbelief

“Yes.” Your voice unwavering

“Willingly?” You barked a laugh at his question

“It was at my request”

Aelfhelm glanced between you and Finan lowering his sword taking a step back, the men waited until you lowered the seax in your hand before doing the same. It was almost as if he was seeing you for the grown woman that you had become for the first time, as children he had promised he would not allow your father to betroth you to anyone that was not decent or respectful. In his grief and determination to see that promise through he failed to see you had already found that and more in someone by yourself.

“Is he a good man, sister?” He queried quietly, eyes searching yours hoping you understood the gravity of what you had done tying yourself to Finan

“Yes, he is.”

“And you truly love him?”

“Why else would I go out of my way to see it through.” You breathed with a small smile and Aelfhelm simply nodded, he went to speak again but pressed his lips together giving a final glance to those watching and chose to leave the hall, a weight had been lifted from your shoulders as you watched him go, taking your old life with him.

Finan stepped around you taking the seax away and coming to look you in the eyes, he had sheathed his sword and placed his hands on your face gently rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly

“Perfectly, are you?”

“Always.” He declared giving your cheeks a small squeeze

He rested his head to yours, his dark brown eyes flecked with warm golden tones holding your gaze and he smiled at you.

“Will you let me give you a rule to follow though?”

“One.” You responded with a smile playing on your lips at his request

“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, stand between me and danger again.”

You thought back to how your life had been before you had met Finan, you were raised to be given to a man of high nobility and be dutiful, committed, only speak when spoken too, and obey that stranger with no expectation of love or respect in return to spend your days lonely in an unwanted life. Yet in the short space of a year you had stumbled into the company of a man you would of never imagined having a life with, he had attempted to show you how to protect yourself, given you a dagger to carry because it would help him sleep better at night knowing you had it, offered you his protection for nothing in return.

He made you laugh and welcomed it, didn’t scold you for your preferred taste of ale over sweet wine, he had even gone out of his way to cover up a death at your hands along with his closest companions, fought against his own desires to take what you freely offered and went against the rule of asking permission from his Lord to take you as his wife, all in the name of love.

Climbing out of a window to escape your brother and marrying in secret was probably only a small gesture to prove what you had said to him, but you really would follow Finan to the ends of the earth and back, for he was a good man, your man.

Final Part

End Notes: I just love them so much.

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quotedfictions · 11 months

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Silver Lining

Synopsis: It had been thousands of years since that battle that killed Shirou and granted him immortality; the love of his life died in that battle. However, a miracle happened shortly after he awoke, but he was not there to witness it, and her certainly did not learn about it until Michiru arrived in Anima City.

Themes: Romance, Lost Love, Fluff, Angst, Happy Reunion, Married Reader, Timeskips

Warnings: Mentions Death, Mentions Violence, Depictions of Violence, Death and War, Profanity,

Word Count: 1,604

Edit: (Forgot word count)

Thousands of years ago, a war between beastmen and humans emerged in a small city where they once had peace, but suddenly fear and anger emerged in the humans. Caught in the fray of violence were a young Wolf and her husband; they had been separated in the chaos, and the young wolf had died hours before her husband; he soon was killed after seeing her body 20 feet away. He was shot with an arrow straight through his neck, while his wife was shot in the heart.

A phenomenon occurred, the blood of the entire village had gifted both with immortality, but only the husband woke; thinking she was still dead, he moved her to where she would have wanted to be in her last moments. She never wanted to be buried right after death. She wanted to spend at least a day in her bed before she was buried, allowing her body the last comforts of life before she moved on.

By the time the wife awoke, she, like her husband, was bewildered, finding herself with new powers and a star-shaped scar on her chest. She looked around the room, expecting to find her husband nursing her back to health, but all she could see was an empty room and hear nothing but the wind blowing through piles of corpses; now, by the time she had woken up, 10 years had passed, although faint she could pick up the smell of her husband, discovering that her smell had been heightened, she stood and embarked on a journey, that would not reunite her with her love until many centuries later . -✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-✧-✦-

Y/n sat on a boat with a mink and a very anxious tanuki, who seemed to be getting offended about being called a raccoon, Y/n could smell the human on her, but something was off since it wasn't leading anywhere. "ah, what did you say your name was again?" the smaller beastmen, still in beast form, addressed the paled skinned female with shoulder length H/c hair. Y/n did not want to reveal her identity to this girl because of her powers, but she had no other ideas. "My name is Y/n Ogami," The wolf huffed quietly and looked back out to the ocean, and the Tanuki finally shut up.

As the boat landed, Michiru disappeared into the festival, but Y/n stayed by the docks. She was scared. She hadn't been around this many beastmen in a very long time, but her anxiety lessened when she was told that no humans aside from Alan Sylvasta were present in the city. Soon a loud boom was heard from the festival, putting Y/n on alert as she began to sniff the air around her, looking for the origin of the sound. Y/n rushed off, seeing a collapsed billboard accompanied by a confused and scared crowd.

Y/n started running around calming people down, worried for the place she wished to call home, where she wanted to base the operations of her search. Over the centuries, Y/n had never stopped looking for her husband, with the slight hope in her heart that he was blessed with the same miracle she was; after all, how else did she end up in the one place she wanted to rest in after death. Although the chaotic evening had delayed her search, she would never run out of time to find him if he was still alive.

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After spending the night with the mink who owned the boat, she headed straight for the Mayor, hoping to gain an audience with her and the Mayor would have information about her husband. She had the luck of filling out a citizenship form before arriving. Unfortunately, she still had to watch others fighting over petty crap in city hall. They were already fighting when she came, but she was so distracted that she didn't notice the familiar scent leaving the building.

As she enters the Mayor's office, guided by a security officer, she looks around curiously before stopping a small distance from the desk. "Uh…" While Y/n was looking for the words to greet herself, the Mayor turned to look at her and smiled softly. "You must be the beastmen who arrived during the festival last night; such a terrible incident must have dampened your mood; how can I help you?" Y/ smiles softly; unlike her husband, she had become shyer over time. Although just as serious as he was, she still had trouble talking to new people.

"I'm looking for my husband, I lost him a long time ago, and I was wondering if you would have any information on him? His name is Shirou Ogami" Mayor Rose lifted an eyebrow in surprise, so this was Shirous infamous wife that he refused to talk about. "Although I cannot give you much, I would suggest heading to the Beast Co-op until you can find a place to settle down; the people there are wonderful and full of surprises; I hope this aids in your search," Y/n smiles brightly, although it wasn't much it was a start.

Wandering through the city, Y/n buys some pastries as she heads toward her new destination and soon-to-be temporary home. The smell of food always made her hungry, and considering the poor girl hadn't had a proper meal in about a month, she thought it would be best to treat herself to finding a somewhat reliable lead to finding her husband.

Y/n walks up to the lovely building, reading beastmen co-op in finely printed letters, and enters, immediately being greeted by a happy couple who had received word of her arrival; Y/n was surprised at how fast word spread to people if it concerned the Mayor or new beastmen. The nice woman, Melissa, offered her a nice meal while they waited for the other two residents to show up, wanting to ensure there would be no conflicts in sleeping arrangements. Y/n smiled up at Melissa and asked if she could find a place to read, and Melissa took her to a room filled with books, an office that, when Y/n entered, smelled incredibly familiar, like she had encountered the scent before.

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Hours had passed, and Y/n had fallen asleep sitting next to a bookshelf, a book lying open in her lap and her head leaning off to the side. The door to the office opened, and in walked a tall man with white hair, a black collar, and a small crow on his shoulder. Adjusting his gloves and removing his coat before noticing a new smell in his office. Melissa did say they had a new resident. He looked around and saw a more petite figure, about two inches shorter than she was, sleeping with a book. The male placed his coat on his chair and walked up the steps to the second-level shelves.

As the male approached the sleeping figure, her physical appearance shocked him. She looked a lot like his wife, with a modern clothing taste. He gently picked up the female, causing her slumbered state to stir, the book hitting the floor quite loudly. She stretched her arms before rubbing her eyes and squinting at the person holding her above the ground. Unable to identify who was holding her, she sniffed before jumping out of the man's arms, tears forming in her eyes.

Shirou was really confused; why was this woman crying at the sight of him, and why did she look so shocked by his scent, Y/n squats to the ground and started rubbing her eyes and calming herself down. She hiccups and rubs her cheeks before standing back up and walking up to Shirou, placing her forehead against his chest, giggling softly, "I found you…" although quiet, it was picked up by Shirou's ears, confused he gently grabs her shoulders and pulls her away from his chest to get a good look at her.

Surprised by his reaction, Y/n tilted her head slightly to the right, curious about what he was doing. The taller male inspected her face; of course, he hadn't recognized her right away, it had been hundreds of years, and at the time, they didn't have the technology to produce photos. "Shirou???" Y/n was concerned about her husband's failure to recognize her. Shirous eyes went wide when she said his name. That's what made the whole thing click in his memory.

Shirou hugged her tight and buried his face in her hair. "How?" his voice was quiet as she hugged back. "I was granted the same things you were… it took me so long to find you…" Melissa opened the office door to check up on Y/n before noticing the two in a loving hug before closing the door quietly to leave them be. The two pulled apart and placed their foreheads against each other "You know, it was courageous of the mayor to not tell me you live here" Y/n smiled up at Shirou as he rolled his eyes and picked her up, heading towards his room so he and his wife couple could get their rest "Mayor Rose has her ways, maybe she wished for you to be surprised."

Placing Y/n down in the bed, he sat down next to her and introduced her to Kuro as they caught up on hundreds of years apart from each other, and for once, Shirou found a silver lining to being the silver wolf, that being his wife turned out to be alive and that she's been looking for him all these years. That night they fell asleep next to each other for the first time in centuries, reunited.

End.

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aita-blorbos · 9 months

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Are we the assholes for not saying we’re siblings?

I say “we” because I am writing on behalf of my brother [M22] and me [F15]. Also, technically, we’re half-siblings, but eh, we’re siblings.

So, going to the beginning, when my brother (who we’ll call A) and I met, we didn’t know we were siblings. He was just a guy who wanted a job with my dad (M33).

Then as we got to know each other, we realized that he had a gift that as far as I know, only people in my family had. Plus, he has a bracelet that looks just like one my mom had that was supposedly one of only two in the world (my mom had both at one point, but she lost one before I was born.

Lining up backstories a bit: turns out A’s parents were traveling musicians until he and his dad got caught in a fire that killed his dad, and his mom couldn’t be found. Lines up with my mom having left her father for a few years because she married someone my grandpa didn’t approve of before she came back, remarried, and had me.

A didn’t know his mom’s name, but he knew his dad’s last name (because it was also A’s last name, duh). So we went to marriage certificate office. Sure enough, my mom was once married to someone with A’s last name.

So by now I bet you’re wondering why we don’t just ask our mom. Well, my mom disappeared about 10 years ago when I was 5… and now is where we get into the “us not telling people we’re siblings” part of it.

We think we actually met our mom. Or at least we met someone that matches the age and physical appearance we assume our mom would have based on 10+ yr old pictures. [let’s call her L, she’s F41]

And she has a bracelet that matches A’s and my mom’s. And she’s had amnesia for the past 10 years.

Also, as far as asking my dad, my current dad adopted me. My birth dad (aka mom’s second husband) disappeared 7 years ago. Since then, my adopted dad is just my dad… and that’s why I don’t want to ask him.

In theory, A and I could tell my dad and we’d get DNA tests to confirm and maybe even talk to L and all be a big happy family! But also, we’ve just had a crazy few months and things have finally settled down, and we kinda don’t want to stir things up again so soon.

Plus, my dad has been the most steady thing in my life for the past 7 years. We may not be family by blood, but we are the definition of “family is who you choose,” and I don’t want him to think that I’ll ditch him just because I’ve found bio family.

Not to mention, how do you go to someone who doesn’t remember the first 3/4ths of her life and go “Hey, we think we’re your kids!”? L has started a new life and has practically adopted a new kid (I’m not sure about legal technicalities), who admittedly I’d be glad to have as a brother as well, but we don’t want L to feel like she has to abandon him for us.

We feel kinda bad whenever someone comments on how alike A and I look, or pokes fun at how we act like brother and sister, but it just seems like it’d be better to not really say anything, at least not yet. Still, we feel bad keeping it a secret, especially from my dad and L.

So AWTA for not admitting we’re related?

((OOC Note: Yes, this is headcanon, OP and A don’t canonically know, but I think they’re smart enough to figure it out.))

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irenethewoman · 7 months

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 10 - Comeback

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June 1920, London

I watched as unfamiliar buildings flickered past on the familiar streets. Even though I was back in London, everything still felt unreal, like the events of escaping home and marriage were just from last night.

The Barton estate was located in Belgravia, and the familiar white villa stood proudly on the street. Led by a servant, I ascended the stairs and sat in the drawing-room, waiting.

The furnishings seemed unchanged; my mother's picture still hung on the wall. She remained frozen in the past with her beauty. After five years away from the trends and expensive cosmetics, I wondered how much of Elizabeth Barton's dominance in London's social season remained on my face.

Five years ago, in haste, I left without taking her photo. Over these years, whenever I looked in the mirror, I felt she had vanished from me.

"Mother..."

It wasn't like my mother and I were close. At home, she seemed like a faint presence. The upbringing of the four of us siblings was handled by the governess; Dad occasionally offered guidance. With chefs, maids, housekeepers, and Dad's private lawyer, the affairs of the house didn't concern her. Her existence seemed solely for birthing and being a beautiful hostess, adorning her beauty with her husband's wealth. From my earliest memories, the most common praise for her was, "Your mother is truly a stunning beauty." Even after her death, people still reminisced about her. Beautiful, unparalleled beauty. That's all Lady Elizabeth Turner Baroness left in this world.

I looked at the photos for a while, then sat on the long sofa by the window, looking outside. The streets were deserted, filled mostly with cars, devoid of the lively atmosphere of Small Heath. The streets here were clean, spacious, and orderly, everything I knew, but I couldn't find the sense of belonging to a home here.

I heard footsteps and turned my head. My maternal grandfather walked shakily, supported by two men. One should be his only grandson, my cousin Adam Barton, the other man I didn't recognize.

Looking at the old man, I felt a mix of emotions. For a moment, I didn't know how to face him. He had once shown me around his factories, introduced me to his business partners, and would always bring us little trinkets when he visited Turner Manor. But it was also him who, when I had no way out, ordered his son to send me away when I knocked on his door, his cold attitude treating me like a stranger worker striking in his factory. For five years, he didn't care about my whereabouts, allowing me to disappear from the world.

It was also him who, suddenly after five years, desperately searched for me, wanting me to come back and inherit his legacy.

I looked at him, tears streaming down, finding it somewhat amusing. A person of his age acting out this play in front of his juniors.

But I still cooperated and squeezed out a couple of tears.

Then he joyfully introduced my cousin to me, speaking with an intimate tone that gave me goosebumps. The boy was only 17, still studying at Harrow, but he looked bewildered, lacking the shrewdness of his grandfather.

He enthusiastically expressed how much he missed me, going from my mother, who passed away ten years ago, to me, my foolish brother, and my deceased younger brother who should have inherited the title and had a promising future but unfortunately died.

He circled around the topic so much that everything he said seemed superfluous. I couldn't get any information from it—except what I already knew.

I couldn't sleep.

This was my bedroom. I lay on the soft bed, dressed in comfortable silk pajamas, the fresh scent of flowers lingering on my nose. Everything was quiet, and there was no noise outside. There was also a bedside lamp that could be turned on at any time.

But I couldn't sleep. I wanted to go back to Tommy. Even if it meant squeezing onto a small bed with him, lying naked on rough cotton sheets, breathing in the smoke from his body, occasionally hearing noises from outside, we could only rely on the moonlight to see each other clearly.

I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about everything in Birmingham. It would only make it harder for me to fall asleep. I counted sheep in my mind. After counting to three thousand and fifty-six, unable to endure the agony of insomnia, I put on a coat and left the bedroom.

I wanted a glass of whiskey.

In the study, I met my maternal grandfather's personal lawyer, Edward Collins.

He looked surprised to see me.

"I can't sleep, so I came for a drink," I explained.

He nodded. "What will you have?"

"Whiskey, Irish."

Collins seemed quite interested in me. I could see him stealing glances at me.

I could understand. A female heir who disappeared for five years and suddenly reappeared, it was quite attention-grabbing. Everyone would be curious about her story and then gossip about her misfortunes or good fortune.

I didn't mind telling the story if the audience could give me an equivalent return.

For example, the content of my maternal grandfather's will, the current situation of the Turner family.

I turned my head, coincidentally making eye contact with Lawyer Collins.

His hands twitched nervously, and his young face turned red.

"How long have you been working for my grandfather?"

"Since... since I graduated."

Since he graduated... I had no interest in when he graduated. I rolled my eyes silently in my mind, continuing to ask him, "Do they still have connections with the Turner family?"

If he was smart enough, he should understand what I was asking.

I saw him gulp down a big mouthful of alcohol and choked.

Well, he was quite clever, and his mouth was sealed tightly.

"What are his next plans? You can tell the truth; I am his heir."

"Miss, you might as well directly ask me about the contents of the will," the young lawyer smiled bitterly.

Since the conversation had reached this point... I nodded, finished my drink, and got up to leave.

My maternal grandfather, after my return to London, never mentioned his plans, treating me as if I were just a guest he invited.

He always liked to intentionally or unintentionally let me interact with his grandson, allowing us to be alone. Let me teach him piano, guide him in painting, and so on. It seemed like the more I got in touch with this inexperienced little cousin, the more he thought I would fall in love with him.

Lawyer Collins gradually became my late-night drinking companion. Although he still refused to reveal a word about the will, I roughly guessed something from our small talk—my maternal grandfather wanted me to marry into the Barton family, to marry this boy who hadn't even entered university.

Since he didn't say it explicitly, I pretended not to know. The expenses of staying at Barton Manor didn't come from my wallet, and my maternal grandfather cared more about the title of Baron Turner than I did—whether the future mistress of the Barton family would be Miss Turner or Lady Turner made a big difference.

So, what was there for me to worry about? Good food, good drinks, living comfortably in Barton Manor, enjoying the life of luxury and leisure that belonged to me.

Maybe because I had no family affairs and business to worry about these days, I felt like I had gained weight.

It wasn't just me; my maternal grandfather noticed too.

Finally, during dinner, he subtly brought up the society ball. He chose the ball hosted by the American ambassador for my comeback.

Now was the end of London's social season. In his view, I didn't need to find a suitable husband; I just needed to use a platform to announce that Miss Turner had returned to the London aristocracy.

It was also a declaration of war against the Turner family.

For me, it was harmless, and I could wear fashionable and beautiful dresses and jewelry. Why not go?

"Diana Turner!"

I gracefully entered the ballroom.

According to the information Lawyer Collins told me, my sister Helen had married a common politician two years ago, and she was now Lady Burgess—an underage Lady Burgess, something only that scoundrel William could achieve. So, the only Miss Turner in all of London was me.

Even after five years away, I was still adept at self-indulgence and socializing.

In the luxurious ballroom, I chatted and laughed with the aristocrats, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

Night after night, I reveled in luxury.

After attending the ball hosted by the American ambassador, invitations for other balls poured in. Turner Baron's family once again became the talk of the town. People, like hyenas catching the scent of meat, tried to get a share of the Turner family's fortune.

Among the visitors were my Aunt Miller, Uncle Jacob Turner, paternal uncle grandfather, and other relatives.

They claimed to be willing to help me inherit the estate.

"They speak so high and mighty, as if they're willing to help me," I sat in the tasting room, shaking the glass in my hand. "But it's just because they think I'm a young, single woman, and after inheriting the estate, I'll be ready to be divided."

Lawyer Collins, hearing my words, nodded in agreement. "Forgive me for being blunt, Miss, but your sister Lady Burgess is indeed easily manipulated by her husband. With Mr. Burgess around, they probably can't extract much from this couple."

He said it politely. I, during these days of socializing, heard a lot about the Burgess couple: the stingy and shrewd Mr. Burgess, and Helen, like a puppet, capricious and with her brain merely for decoration.

"So, that's why they came to me." I tilted my head back and finished the drink.

My maternal grandfather, after my return to London, never mentioned his plans, treating me as if I were just a guest he invited.

So, what was there for me to worry about? Good food, good drinks, living comfortably in Barton Manor, enjoying the life of luxury and leisure that belonged to me.

Maybe because I had no family affairs and business to worry about these days, I felt like I had gained weight.

Finally, he gently mentioned the comeback dance to me over dinner. He chose for me the dance given by the wife of the American ambassador meeting. It’s the end of London’s social season. In his opinion, I don't need to find another husband, I just need to help him A platform announced to the dignitaries in London that Miss Turner had returned. It was also a declaration of war against the Turners. For me, there is nothing wrong with this, and there are fashionable and beautiful dresses and jewelry to wear, so why not go? "Miss Diana Turner!" I walked into the banquet hall. According to what Attorney Collins told me, my sister Helen was married off by our brother two years ago. Ordinary politician, she is now Mrs. Burgess - the underage Mrs. Burgess, well, the only one who failed was William. Things that only human beings can do. So I am the only Miss Turner in London. Even after being away for 5 years, I still know how to enjoy and socialize without a teacher. In the luxurious banquet hall, I chatted and laughed with the dignitaries, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by stars. Shengsing and singing every night, drunken and ecstatic. After my high-profile appearance at the American Ambassador's wife's ball, invitations to other balls began to flow in. turner of chelsea The Baron's family once again made a family affair known to the whole city. These people were like hyenas on the scent of meat, trying to get the most out of the Turners' Get a piece of the inheritance. Also visiting were my aunt Mrs. Miller, uncle Jacob Turner, cousin, and other relatives. They said they would help me inherit the inheritance. "You heard what they said was high-sounding, and they looked like they were willing to help me." I sat in the tasting room, shaking my head. Wine glass in hand. "Just because they thought I was a young single woman, after I inherited the inheritance It can be divided up. " Attorney Collins nodded in agreement after listening to my words, "With all due respect, Miss, your sister Mrs. Burgess does In fact, he is a person who is easily manipulated by his husband. With Mr. Burgess around, they probably wouldn't be able to get out of this couple's life. 10/2/23, 3:18 PM Mrs. Shelby 10 Comeback – Vanessa’s Poplar https://xinruoxiangyangwuweibeishang257.lofter.com/post/200277e1_1cc09bb9f 6/8 How much property is extracted from the government. " Everything he said was polite. I have also heard a lot about Helen and his wife at dances these days: Stingy Congressman Burgess, a shrewd and mean-spirited man, is like a puppet, with a moody temper and a brain just for decoration. Helen. "That's why you found me." I raised my head and drank all the wine in the glass.

The red brick house at 10 King's Road has remained unchanged in five years, standing tall on the Thames just as it has for more than two hundred years. He stood aside, silently observing the people coming and going inside. It is history itself. I was born and raised here, watched my parents die, was imprisoned, escaped for freedom, and now fight for Come back for revenge. I pushed open the study door, and the people arguing inside stopped and turned to look at me. Their expressions are interesting Extremely. "You…" William's eyes widened and he staggered towards me. He must have thought that over the past five years I had Buried in some unknown corner. I sneered in my heart, but didn't show it on my face. I smiled gently and warmly. It seemed that our relationship was really good. I really miss him. "Long time no see, my dear…brother."

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #fanfiction

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Okay 6 & 70 and make it Gastina while your at it

Someone recalling a childhood memory

There’s nothing more heart wrenching than watching your fiancé cry because her mother is regressing into the woman she was when she was a kid

“When I told her we were getting married she flipped out, she started screaming at me that I was a child, and that I was making a mistake and I needed to focus on my career, and suddenly I was seven again and she was yelling at me about writing fantasy stories instead of focusing on school because I had a 7 instead of a 10, and that made me stop writing nine years, until I got the guts again, when I met Luna and she helped me be brave and create Felicity” she smiles through the tears, sniffling

“Remind me to thank Luna for that, I’ll be in her debt forever at this rate, for how much she has helped me find you” he kisses her knuckles and pulls her into his lap, stroking her hair as she falls asleep, exhausted from so many emotions

Someone gets injured due to a stupid reason

They were watching a movie in his couch, just cuddling and taking a break from their crazy friends and enjoying their vacation until he had to fly back to England, that peace was interrupted by both of their phones ringing and they sigh, looking at each other and saying at the same time “those idiots got in trouble again” and picking up the calls

“Luna/Matteo did WHAT?!?” They yell, making eye contact again as he scrambles for his car keys and she grabs coats for both of them to not get sick in the biting wind of a Buenos Aires winter

The drive to the hospital was tense, she squeezed his hand in the gear, they got their quickly due to some light violations of traffic laws, but one look at who’s child was driving the car, the pigs police officers turned a blind eye to the infractions

They stormed the waiting area and circled in on the receptionist, Gastón barked “here for Valente and Balsano, came in half an hour ago” “room 241, take the elevator, end of the hall to the right” she provides, not looking up from where she’s fiddling with her keyboard, before she disappears to answer the phone, but by then the young couple is already long gone, Nina rushing to keep up with her husband, who was stalking through the hospital like a man on a mission

They finally burst into the shared room of their reckless best friends, who were surrounded by cops while laying in their beds

“Is someone gonna explain what happened?” Nina inquired, and before Luna could launch into her messy storytelling, one of the officers cut in “These two criminals stole a boat that belonged to a very important political figure and proceeded to crash it into a beach, when they lost control of it and both jumped ship, leading to the little lady who can’t swim to almost drown, and this little idiot got stung by jellyfish in six different places while trying to save her, as soon as you sign the discharge papers as , we are arresting them”

“But we didn’t steal anything!” Matteo protested, just to get whacked in the back of the head “quiet, perp”

“With all due respect sir, they didn’t steal anything, I can get a signed document to you under an hour, proving that the owner of that boat authorized the use of his property by Ms Valente and Mr Balsano” Nina piped in, embodying her mother and the confidence only a lawyer can have

“Listen, young lady, just because you talk fancy doesn’t mean I’m just gonna give up my arrests for you” he replies, his tone patronizing

Gastón joins the conversation “first of all, don’t talk to my wife like that, second of all, and I hate pulling this card, do you know who you’re talking to??”

“Two idiots who got married young, probably because she got pregnant or somethin’” he shrugs

“I am Gastón Perida, son of law maker Catalina Perida, that boat is mine, I am taking my stupid best friend and his girlfriend home and I am sending you the paper work I had to do for the dumb boat this idiot convinced her to buy, because he worked his way into my family” he ranted

“I am so sorry sir, the discharge papers were left in that table in the corner, you and your wife just need to sign them and drop them off in the reception on your way out, me and my men will be taking our leave, I apologize for the inconvenience” and all the officers leave

“Matteo, you asshole, just because we have money doesn’t mean you can just crash a fucking boat”

“Luna, what the heck? I told you not to go on the boat without a life vest or me there! You know you can’t swim, and I am the only one who knows how to actually drive it” they lecture their friends and then turn around to sign off on their discharge, ignoring the protests behind them

“I didn’t know boats were so hard to control!” Matteo whined

“You know I can’t resist doing stupid stuff!” Luna said

“Let’s go home, and you can break the news to mom that you crashed the boat in the first week, before we even got it insured” Gastón snarked

“Fuck”

#soy luna #thanks for the ask!

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actually pax i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a Bit but can you gimme like a basic rundown of the whole whispers/millennium saga. like your wip for dummies

of course!!! it looks long, but i promise i boiled it down as much as i could while keeping all the important stuff 😭

The Millennium Saga:

A fantasy series that starts with the promise of a revolution story, except the revolution itself (at least the part the characters are able to participate in) is over by the end of part one of book one (of ~7), and it quickly becomes a game of cat-and-mouse running from the military retribution that THEN becomes the classic "oh fuck the world/magic is gonna end" plot. Which ends up really being a world-wide societal revolution, because the world was supposedly saved from that shit already, like, 1000 years ago. The Chosen One just lied about it because he ran out of time, begged the Goddesses for more, and is struggling to figure out how to Actually Save It For Real while juggling being an immortal king who is in way out of his depth and has never had, like, friends. Or anyone to tell him what to do without the expectation of being their puppet.

The main narrator of book one, Ember, volunteers for said revolution, but is dragged into the rest of The Bullshit because they are physically incapable of a) leaving their friends behind and b) not telling authority figures like said Chosen One to be better or fuck off.

The other narrators include their long-term boyfriend, Gab (an acrobat/actor/prostitute that's very emotionally intelligent but Not when it comes to his own feelings), their mutual polyam love interest Iceberg/Isa (great grandson of another immortal and grandson of the general that is hunting them after the revolution), and more as the series goes on and slowly switches from their storyline to that of their younger siblings/friends.

You see a lot more of the world in this than in Whispers, and get a shit ton more worldbuilding cause it's, like, plot-relevant. Also we get to meet the Goddesses (x6) and help the Chosen One and his ex-husband work through couples therapy. And collect a found family along the way.

Oh, and save the world through the powers of love (in all its different forms) and intersectional solidarity being the thing the Goddesses admire most about mortality.

Whispers:

Set in the same world, this time it's a standalone and starts ~11 years after the start of TMS. The Fantasy Mafia (the Whispers) has been a problem since before TMS and is actively a problem during it, but is still kicking and getting Worse by the time this book happens.

Our main narrator Marika owes a life debt to them, but has managed to avoid the debt collectors for 10 years... until her ex, Ivan (the dude who indebted her without telling her), shows up with another new recruit to take them to the Mafia HQ up at the north pole. All of them have Issues because no one with a good life has any reason to go to the Whispers for help, and she ends up falling back in love with him while committing terrorism on behalf of the Whispers and their leader, the Shadow.

Our other narrator, Lorelei, is basically the Batman to the Shadow's Joker. Except she wants to kill the Joker, because she recognizes there's no other way to fix That Problem. (Unless...?) She's ALSO got a bit of a dual-timeline story going, because as we see the events of Whispers play out, we also see the events leading up to and after her little sister Meerin's traumatic disappearance 30 years ago, which Lorelei still hasn't stopped searching for answers to. Also her dad was a dick who earned the name Vowbreaker, and she's trying to Not Be Like Him.

Plot Happens, and Marika, Ivan, and their new friend Dakarsa have the chance to get rid of their life debts... if they help the Shadow fuck up Lorelei's best friend's life and also terrorize the entire city she's in.

They agree, of course.

Lorelei has no idea this is coming. She's too worried about this guy who went missing whose description matches Dakarsa's almost perfectly and who apparently died 10 years ago, according to the only record of his existence at all.

#a&a #talking with: ren #i swear to God this is the short version #im on book three of TMS right now and ive skipped over literally so much of the stuff to get the Point across #just know that we get to see shit like possession via the whispers tattoos BE INVENTED in TMS #as well as major backstory-influencing world events for whispers and how/why they happened #also u get to follow the person who literally invents airships in TMS #and my beloved boy dusk who is so chill with the goddesses that he doesnt use capitalized She/Her for them anymore

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Chapter 6

Closer at Last

The ceremony was beautiful; Shuri will make an excellent Queen. She holds herself as equal to her people and does a great job of respecting tradition but still has a scientific mind. Her brother would be incredibly proud.

I approach the royal table and bow, "Queen Shuri"

She covers her eyes in embarrassment "Hey you stop that, please just call me Shuri, nothing changes except my title."

"Everything changed, you are one of the most powerful people on Earth. Accept that title, you earned it. Now, will the queen hug her friend?" She reaches in and we embrace each other," I am so proud of you, everyone is."

"Thank you, Millie"

We eventually break the hug and I look towards former Queen Romanda and bow, " Queen Mother I was wondering if you could lend me your knowledge on a personal matter.

"Of course child, what can I do for you?"

"Do you have any info on a woman named Ororo or the "walker of clouds"? I think she was a witch who could control the weather."

"Ahh the Windrider." she looks at me curiously "Why do you want to know about a former Queen of Wakanda"?

Queen?

Too stunned to speak I just stand there in confusion until Shuri speaks up, "Millie?"

"I'm sorry. I'm just a little shocked." I hold my hand out, "Permission to bring you both up to speed rather quickly?" I ask.

They nod and both touch my hand. I call it 'memory transference'; It only activates by physical touch. With this ability, I can share my memories directly without having to waste time explaining. They see everything from my beach dream, the voices, my initial encounter with Namor, and the small info about my possible mother.

"So that's how you know about our mutual fish friend," Shuri says,

The Vibe:

Stepping on Glass

Queen Romanda looks at me stunned, "Ororo may be your mother? How can that be she disappeared more than 300 years ago."

"I'm older than I look, your majesty. Is there anything you can tell me about her? Anything. I've been searching for answers to my past for nearly 10 years now." I sigh," I have lost my way and I don't know who I am."

Romanda begins to speak, "Ororo daughter of N'dare, was the former Queen of Wakanda back in the 1600s. She hailed from a tribe of witches and priestesses who possessed knowledge of magic rituals. She is the ancestor of the Rain Queen and former Sorcerer Supreme, Ayesha of Balobedu. Ororo and her husband ruled peacefully until he, a former black panther, unfortunately, was lost in battle. Just as the legend says, she wept for days due to a broken heart and caused terrible storms for a week. Consumed in grief she started searching for ways to bring her love back," She pauses, " Unnatural ways that led her to the Darkhold"

What the fuck...

"She eventually disappeared without a trace."

Shuri speaks up, "She must have been pregnant with you, it's probably why she took it so hard."

"My sweet child," Romanda grabs my hand," If this is true, you belong here with us. Queen Ororo in some way has returned to us, the elders will be pleased."

"I need a shot.... or 5." I nervously laughed, "Thank you for your insight I appreciate it."

"Tomorrow please feel free to peruse the royal library. I may be mistaken but there may be some personal books and diaries there."

"Thank you so much, I am forever in your debt" I bow

Shuri speaks up, "We are about to rap up the ceremony. You and Peter go change into something comfortable and meet the rest of us for a small gathering on the beach. Fair warning Bucky will be there but, alcohol will also be there"

"... I don't know, I'm pretty tired now that I'm thinking about it."

"Nonsense, I am only crowned Queen once, come celebrate with me. I miss us dancing together!" She leans forward and giggles," I invited Namor too. Not that I particularly want him there but as Queen, I've got to keep the peace. Took some convincing, but he agreed to come. You know why?" she teases.

"Why?" I ask

"I said you'd be there. You know he's been staring at you all night." she says

"Oh god stop it, you didn't"

"I absolutely did. Come onnnn, hang out with us, flirt. It may make you feel better about Bucky being here. Besides you are officially Wakandan now, do your part in keeping international peace."

I burst out in laughter, "By flirting with the hot mysterious fish man?"

"So you do think he's hot" she exclaims

"Forgive my daughter, she is still so young." Romanda laughs

"Please? For me" she begs

I take a long sigh, "Fine. But this is the last time you whore me out."

"Yes! Meet us there in 30. Wear something cute"

"Yea yea yea." I bow to them both and walk away looking for Peter.

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Peter and I quickly changed and head to the beach. He's wearing a pair of shorts and a cheesy red Hawaiian shirt that he stole from Happy from forever ago. I'm wearing a yellow 2-piece swimsuit with a long white, almost sheer, beach dress over it. We both opted for no shoes since we will be walking in sand.

"So, who all is going to be here?" Peter asks

"Me, you, Shuri obliviously, Nakia, Riri, Okoye, Anika, Ayo, M'Baku and his men, Namor, various scientists from Shuri's labs, other Dora Milaje, Agent Ross, and some more of her friends." I list, "... and bucky"

"Bucky? Are you going to be okay?"

"Yea, I'll be fine. Shuri promised me liquor and dancing, so I'll be focused on that"

"Say the word and I will web his arm up."

Laughing and nudging him I say, "Thank you for the support brother"

When we arrive we see several people sitting down around a campfire and a few others at the beach bar. Music is playing and people are dancing, There were several tiki lamps and string lights all around the area which set the vibe very nicely.

"Millaenyia!!" Shuri yells and runs toward me

"I'm so happy you are here. Come, let's get you a drink." She begins to pull me away

"Wait I can't just leave Peter!"

"He's fine! Peter, my friend Riri is over by the campfire. She recreated Stark tech in a run-down garage. You both may have a lot in common; she would love to hear about your spider abilities. Go, mingle, be free." She says with a wave of her hand and continues to pull me away

"I'll be okay Mills! Have fun!" Peter yells back

I mouth the words 'thank you back at him.

As we make our way over to the bar I see Bucky talking with Ayo off to the side of the party. They were always close, she helped him in his recovery from the winter soldier program. He admires her greatly.

I wonder what they are talking about.

We make it to the bar and I see Okoye sitting there sipping on something strong, looking like she's having a hard time.

I whisper to Shuri, "Is she okay?"

Shuri quietly responds, 'Her divorce is officially final. Bittersweet I suppose?"

"I can hear you both you know." Okoye annoyingly states, "And I'm fine, just thinking"

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask

"Does talking involve my spear?" Okoye retorts

"Um, no?"

"There's your answer."

"You walked yourself into that one." Shuri laughs

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be getting me a drink?" I sarcastically ask

The Vibe:

Harry Styles - Woman (Audio)

We sit and join Okoye over a couple of drinks... and a couple of shots. Just laughing, catching up, and reminiscing about our previous missions. Genuinely having a good time.

I hiccup a little bit and say, "Okoye I cannot keep up with you, otherwise ill be making out with the porcelain God before the end of the night." We loudly laugh.

Namor and 2 of his people walk up to us and do a small bow. They are all dressed down in flowy robes; this seems to be Talokan's version of loungewear. Namors plus one's are blue skinned and were wearing the same face masks like the people I saw at his temple.

"Queen," Namor says

"Namor." Shuri dryly responds

"Okay, drop the bad vibes, you'll ruin my buzz. This is a celebration let's be nice. Okay friends?" I happily say

Oof I'm starting to feel those shots

"Fine." Shuri says, "I'm still not over you throwing water bombs at my mother & Riri; they could have died. But I can forget that for the night."

Namor says nothing but smiles and we kind of just stand there in silence for way too long.

I speak up to cut the tension, "Nice to meet you both, I'm Millie" I say to the new faces with a small wave.

Namor finally speaks "These are my top fighters, Namora and Attuma" Namor states

"Lovely to meet you" Namora speaks

Attuma just nods his head and diverges his attention to Okoye, "I was hoping to see you again warrior."

Smiling Okoye responds, "Were you looking for another ass whooping?" she quips

He chuckles, "If that's how you'll have me."

Oh, okay sir

Okoye stands and begins to walk away, "Come. I let you borrow one of my spears."

Nodding at Namor he quickly follows Okoye

Namora laughs, "She's been on his mind since they first fought."

Us ladies begin to laugh. Namor just stands there and stares at me, like he is not sure what to say. Shuri notices and speaks, "Namora, please walk with me, I'd love to get to know you a little bit." She then looks at me, "Millie you can keep Namor company." and with that, they begin to walk away.

I gesture for Namor to come and have a seat next to me, and he obliges.

"I'm glad you came tonight." I say," AND you brought friends. "

"It will be good to get our people acquainted with one another." he plainly replies

He looks tense. He's been out of his element for a while I'm sure he feels outnumbered.

I look to the bartender, "can you make him a drink, please? Something mild." The bartender makes him a tequila sunrise and places it on the bar. I pick it up and take a sip to make sure it's not too strong and hand it to Namor

"Try this, I assume you don't drink. This is super light mostly juice, but it will help you relax" I say

He takes the glass and has a sip, "This is awful, you willingly drink this?" I laugh and nod "why?" Namor asks

"I don't know. Society says it's good for you, so I blindly follow." I joke

He chuckles, "Ki'ichpan, You are no follower"

"There goes that flattery, sir." I laugh and playfully nudge his arm

"It's not flattery." Namor says, "I simply find you beautiful."

I nervous laugh and look away, I'm honestly kind of embarrassed. My resolve isn't as strong when alcohol is involved. If he keeps this up he'll know I'm a nervous mess under my stoicism.

He laughs again "Why do you look away? Do you not know of your beauty?"

All I can do is shrug as I was too embarrassed to speak. Gently but firmly, he takes my chin and turns me to look him in the eye, "I asked you a question."

Is he serious right now?

He repeats, "Do you not know of your beauty?"

I begin to sweat and get butterflies in my stomach, "I- I do know of my beauty." I quietly say

Without letting me go Namor says, "Say you're beautiful." he softly commands without breaking eye contact

"I'm beautiful," I basically whisper

"Be firm, wheres all that confidence Ki'ichpan?"

I clear my throat and sit up, "I'm beautiful." I firmly say

"There it is. There's that confidence and power " he releases me and takes another sip, "You are more powerful than you know, act like it."

Good lord, I hear something purring...

"Thank you... I think?"

"So, Millaenyia, what had you in distress earlier?" he asks

"Ooof, It's kinda a lot. I don't want to trauma dump on you when this is the 3rd time we ever spoke." I laugh

"I want to know all of you good and bad."

he is gonna make me act up

"long story short, my ex is here. It ended badly and this is the first time I've seen him since our breakup."

"I see. Can I ask what happened?"

"Yea. He left me. We both lost some important people in our life after the battle of the Earth. He took it hard and he couldn't handle both his mental health and nurturing a relationship." I take a long swig of my drink, "He broke it off in a letter. Isn't that shitty? Couldn't even do it in person. I swear it came out of nowhere, I was blindsided. I almost gave up my powers to grow old with him. Maybe he wasn't ready for that or it was too much too fast, but I was all in and he wasn't. On one hand, I can't be mad at him because I get where he's coming from, but on the other, I'm just sad. I'm thankful that it ended when it did, don't want to be in a relationship where the love is one-sided."

"You deserve better." Namor nonchalantly says

"Yea, Yea. I know, I know." I brush him off

"I'm serious. You deserve a man who will worship the ground you walk on. Someone who will end civilizations simply because you wish it so. You deserve an equal; give up your power for no man who wouldn't do the same."

I look at him in awe and he looks at me back. There was no hint of sarcasm in his voice, he was very serious. Before I could respond, Shuri yells for me to join her on the dance floor.

"Go have your fun." Namor states

I nod and get up to go to Shuri. Walking away I swear I feel him staring at me; I look back and he meets me with his gaze.

This man is doing things to me.

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The Vibe:

Cults - Gilded Lily

We were out until 3 in the morning, I had to practically carry Peter back to his room. He played flippy cup all night with Riri and the scientists, poor thing didn't realize he was sipping on jungle juice all night. The rest of the night was great I danced, drank, and I made new friends. Overall one of the best nights I've had in a while. Back in my room I change out of clothes and rinse off the sand from my body and wash off my makeup. I wrap a towel around me and head to my bedroom until I hear a knock on my door. I go to look out the peephole and see it was Bucky.

"Fuck" I whisper loudly and cover my mouth.

Maybe if I don't move he'll think I'm sleeping.

"I hear you in there."

I don't respond

"You can't avoid me forever Mills, I just want to talk."

Against my better judgment, I open the door, "James, it's late"

"It's James now?" he says shocked "Can I come in?"

I open the door further and let him in. "Respectfully can this be quick I have had a long few days"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing. Make sure you're okay."

"Don't pretend to care." I scoff

"Come on that's not fair. "

"You know what else is not fair, being broken up with over the 1940s version of a text."

"Admittedly I could have done it better." he says, "I'm sorry Millie. This hasn't been easy for me either. Just because I broke it off doesn't mean I stopped caring about you"

"Don't do that, you don't get to play the victim." I sneer

"You don't seem so hurt hanging out with the 'Royal Fish Man' tonight or with your weird London friend." He says "Fuck" he whispers to himself

"How do you know about that? Are you fucking watching me?" I yell

"No!" He yells. He brushes his hand through his hair and looks down, "Okay yes, but only once. I found out you were coming tonight and I got curious. I'm sorry I just missed you; my intention wasn't to stalk you and your little boyfriend."

"Impact over Intention Bucky!" I yell "I will not apologize for fucking another guy. You don't get to come in here and make me feel bad for trying to move on. You hurt me, you left me, and you made that decision on your own. You don't get to heal and come back and pick up where we left off, I am angry with you. You know when I saw you this morning I felt like shit because I missed you, but I'm realizing I deserve better. I'm not angry that you left me, I'm angry that you didn't talk to me, and not doing it in person robbed me of my closure. I'm glad you are figuring your shit out but I am a person with feelings too and you disregarded that. Bucky part of me will always love you but you fucked up and there is no coming back from that." I breath. That was a lot and felt so good to get out but he looks like a puppy with his tail tucked between his legs. I feel kinda bad, but not bad enough to take what I said back.

Bucky finally speaks, "I'm sorry, I really am. I broke it off because I couldn't give you what you needed. You were going to give up everything for me. What kind of man would I be if I allowed that? You're right, you do deserve better, and I will never be able to give you what you need."

"What the hell is that I need huh? Since you like making decisions for me."

"An equal." he says

Whoa. I hear Namors voice in my head, "You deserve an equal; give up your power for no man who wouldn't do the same."

I get the chills. Eventually, I calm down, "Look I'm sorry for yelling but I won't apologize for what I said. I'm taking back my power and moving the fuck on, you should too." I go to the door and open it, "One day we will be friends again but today is not that day, please leave." I say holding my hand out to the door.

He nods and walks out closing the door behind him.

I let out a long sigh and begin to cry. It wasn't a sad cry or a remorseful one; it was a cry of relief, I may have been harsh but he needed to hear that.

Hopefully, he'll do better with the next girl

I begin to walk away and finally head to bed. Just as I was about to drop the towel I hear a knock at my door again. Frustrated I march over and irritatedly open the it, "Bucky please stop, I've had enough yelling for the night"

Oh shit

It was not Bucky. It was Namor standing there looking increasingly annoyed. "Bucky was here?"

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cornymiebhie · 2 years

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10 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐨𝐟 '𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞?)' 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Genre: Fluff

Wc (Word Count) : 393

Rt (Reading Time) : 1 min

Warning!: Grammatical or Spelling errors

𒊹︎︎︎ A/N: So nervous to post this, but here it is. A peek into your life as Haitani Y/N after a lovely conversation with Haitani Rindou 10 years ago that foreshadows both of your future together. Enjoy!

Rindou: Y/N, whats your type?

Y/N: [confused] Why are you asking?

Rindou: [clears throat]…. for future purposes

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩

"Do you remember when you asked me that question ten years ago?" Y/N teased, holding Rindou's ring finger, which was wrapped in a diamond-silver ring that illuminated by the light under the moonlight.

"I remember it well, my love," Rindou chuckled as he relished the warmth of her skin against his own. He gently turned her around to face him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck.

Under the watchful eyes of the moon, shone by the moonlight, the couple gently swayed side-to-side, seemingly proving that they were the main characters of the night. Only love can be seen in each other's eyes. The warmth of both bodies close to each other, despite the cold winter wind blowing by. Their bodies' harmony came to a halt, their eyes twinkling with happy and loving emotions. They pressed their foreheads into each other, and when their lips were about to meet, when-

"Mommy! Daddy!" Rindou chuckled softly, pulling back slightly to look at Y/N and leaning forward to give her a small but passionate kiss before turning to face his 3-year-old daughter.

"What is it Rina?"

"Unkie Ran is here!" exclaimed the child, who dashed towards her parents, who were standing on their room's balcony. Rina wrapped her arms around her mother, Haitani Y/N, and hugged her. Both parents looking at their daughter with love and adoration.

"Oho~ Am I interrupting a family bonding time?" Ran asked, smirking at his younger brother and sister-in-law as he entered the room. Riha drew away from her mother's embrace and into her uncle's arms, where she was carried.

"Unkie Ran! did you know that I made a lowt of fwends in my school-" then she proceeds to tell Ran about her first experience in her school as the adults laugh at how adorable she is.

"Then I'll be taking your daughter away," Ran smirked one last time at the married couple before disappearing down the corridor.

"Shall we go, my love?" Y/N looked at her husband, who was smiling at her, which was unusual for him to do so, but she was an exception. Y/N smiled before taking his hand into hers and intertwining their fingers together once again.

"We shall"

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callofdooty · 1 year

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For the ship bingo, I'm gonna ask for the Ghost Husbands, Elias x Rorke

OKAY GHOST HUSBANDS LET'S GO

SPOILERS FOR CALL OF DUTY: GHOSTS!!!

Ahhh, my favourite divorcees.

This shit has so much fucking potential. We've got the memes, we've got the angst, we've got the potential genuine FEELINGS.

A well-rounded ship, and one that I can't help but adore despite its ridiculousness.

Like. Thinking about Elias who loses his wife, a woman he loves so dearly. He's a man with a lot on his shoulders. And then it only doubles when Rorke falls. Not only has his (probable) best friend just disappeared and probably even died, but he has reason to believe it's his fault. He probably feels like it was all on him. He was the one to drop Rorke, whether he wanted to or not. Doesn't matter if it was "for the better of the team" that man went through Hell with him. That man built a team - near enough to a family - with him.

And now he has to fill in the space left behind. He has to lead the Ghosts, he has to raise and protect his two sons alone. He has to prepare his sons for the worst. Elias shoulders a lot of heavy burdens upon Rorke "dying".

And oh? What's that?

Knock knock, it's the angst mallet! Time to break your fucking heart into smaller pieces because Rorke isn't actually dead, and it's sooooo much worse than if he'd just died!

Rorke went through another kind of hell. And it's one he went through alone. No doubt in my mind that Elias felt responsible, even though the Federation are the ones that actually fucked him up.

And Rorke. Rorke was left behind. Dropped. Discarded. By his own team. His family. The people he spent years training and surviving with. They'd left him to die.

And now he was going to make sure they suffered just as he did. Especially the man he thought he could trust the most.

I think the both of them individually knew that one of them would die by the other's hand. In Elias' last moments, he was filled with fear for his boys; filled with fear for their future- the world's future. But I also think a small part of him, right in the back of his mind, knew that it would come to this sooner or later. An inevitable fate that he should die by the man he'd failed. A man that he'd stuck beside for years, through so many hardships.

In a sense, it was only fair that one of them would be the other's end. Long awaited justice; or a conclusion that should have occured over 10 years ago.

Unfortunately, the pettiness of Rorke was only worsened. He didn't want fair. He wanted retribution. So Elias does not die with any relief, as he knows the feud does not die with him; does not leave the Earth as he does. And instead it plants its roots in his corpse with the sole desire to flourish and gruesomely bloom in the hearts of those he loves most.

Is it a selfish desire, to wish yourself as the one to vanquish bitterness - to shatter darkness - with your last breath?

Well. Rorke did say Elias only thought of himself. Perhaps, in a twisted way, he was right.

Anyway these two are goofy as shit I really hope to see more of these dumb bastards in the future!

#doot's bingo shenanigans #call of duty ghosts #gabriel rorke #elias walker #long post

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lolohe12 · 9 months

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In honor of Good Omens Season 2 coming out I'm sharing my Very long and ever increasing Ineffable Husband's playlist

Somebody to Love - By Queen: "Take a look in the mirror and cry. Lord, what you're doing to me? I have spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord... Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

2. (You're The) Devil in Disguise - By Elvis Presley: "You look like an angel. Walk like an angel. Talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise"

3. Rewrite The Stars - From The Greatest Showman: "No one can say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight"

4. Old Devil Moon - By Frank Sinatra: "Just when I think, I'm free as a dove Old devil moon, deep in your eyes blinds me with love"

5. Earth Angel - By The Penguins: Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you"

6. From Eden - By Hozier: "Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

7. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - By Queen: "Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) I will pay the bill, you taste the wine. Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely. Just take me back to yours that will be fine"

8. Take This Waltz - By Leonard Cohen: "And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty. My cheap violin and my cross. And you'll carry me down on your dancing to the pools that you lift on your wrist. Oh my love, oh my love take this waltz, take this waltz. It's yours now, it's all that there is"

9. A Thousand Years - By Christina Perri: "I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more"

10. Black Wedding - By In This Moment Ft. Rob Halford: "I would've loved you for a thousand years. I would've died for you. I would've sacrificed it all my dear. I would've bled for you 'Til death do us part. You were unholy right from the start It's a nice night for a black wedding."

11. Transatlanticism - By Deathcab for Cutie: "The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how. The clouds above opened up and let it out... I need you so much closer"

12. All This and Heaven Too - By Florence and The Machine: "All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I'm hearing. Words were never so useful so I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before"

13. Sun and Moon - By Jon Walker: "I could have been a lot of things. I could have seen the world with broken wings. You're the only one who understands. Yeah, you're the only one who understands"

14. When The Day Met The Night - By Panic! At The Disco: "When the sun found the moon she was drinking tea in a garden, under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer"

15. Still Into You - By Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox: "Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together. I need the other one to hold you make you feel, make you feel better"

16. Come With Me - By Chxrlotte: "And after six thousand years, if the world disappears I'd fight angels and demons to find you, my dear. I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near. I'm alright now you're here"

17. Halo - By Ane Brun: "It's like I've been awakened. Every rule I had you breaking, It's the risk that I'm taking I ain't never gonna shut you out"

18. Like Real People Do - By Hozier: " Iwill not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"

19. Time After Time - By Iron & Wine: "If you're lost you can look and you will find me time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting time after time"

20. Longer - By Dan Fogelberg: "Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean, higher than any bird ever flew, longer than there've been stars up in the heavens, I've been in love with you"

21. The Book of Love - By Peter Gabriel: "The book of love is long and boring and written very long ago. It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes and things we're all too young to know"

22. Heaven in a Place on Earth - By Belinda Carlisle: "In this world, we're just beginnin' to understand the miracle of livin'.Baby, I was afraid before but I'm not afraid anymore"

23. And I Love Him - by Benjamin Gibbard: Bright are the stars that shine dark is the sky. I know this love of mine will never die. And I love him"

24. You're my Best Friend - By Queen: Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine and I want you to know t hat my feelings are true I really love you. Oh, you're my best friend"

25. A Nightingale Sang In Barkley Square - By Tori Amos: "There were angels dancing at the Ritz. And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square"

#Playlist #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphel #good omens #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #aziraley #azirowley #fan playlist #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #my playlist #Spotify

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theheelerbooklifereads · 2 months

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⁉️ 𝐐𝐎𝐓𝐃: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭?

✨ AOTD: It's awful here and we got over 10 inches of snow in 24 hours. 😬

😵🔪

Thank you Atria Books for sending me this ARC. 😊

Kill For Me, Kill For You by Steve Cavanagh is a new Hitchcock-inspired psychological thriller that will be released on March 19th.

😵🔪

Here is the synopsis from Goodreads:

“One dark evening on New York City’s Upper West Side, two strangers meet by chance. Over drinks, Amanda and Wendy realize they have much in common, especially loneliness and an intense desire for revenge against the men who destroyed their families. As they talk into the night, they come up with the perfect if you kill for me, I’ll kill for you.

In another part of the city, Ruth is home alone when the beautiful brownstone she shares with her husband, Scott, is invaded. She’s attacked by a man with piercing blue eyes, who disappears into the night. Will she ever be able to feel safe again while the blue-eyed stranger is out there?”

If you're a fan of The Silent Patient and Gone Girl, then this book is for you.

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Although I usually love fantasy, romance, and romantasy books, I used to be obsessed with thrillers and read them constantly. However, after being burnt out on them years ago, I rarely pick them up. Nonetheless, I am always eager to read a gripping psychological thriller. This book sounds like it will be excellent, twisty, and delve into how far someone will go to seek revenge for another.

I plan to pick it up soon among the many other books I want to read this month. I will update everyone on my thoughts and share my review once I get around to it.

Have a great weekend!

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#bookstagram #book review #booklover #bookworm #bibliophile #booklr #bookish #books #book #psychological thriller #thriller books #booktok #book tumblr #bookblog #bookblr #book mail

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sweetdulcets · 1 year

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Nefarious pt. 4

Aaron Hotchner x OC

summary: In a constant game of life and death, two people meet. Changing their lives and those of everyone around them.

Warning: mentions of murder, death, talk of mental health issues, angst all over (its Criminal minds after all)

AN: this is a filler chapter. Its mostly angsty but nothing really bad happens yet.. I hope you all enjoy. As always, let me know what you think!

disclaimer: I do not own criminal minds or its characters. The only thing originally mine are the characters and storylines I created!

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Where does the good go?

Janice Lee wrote ‘draw a monster, why is it a monster?’

Stepping into Natalie Baum’s home a trail of goosebumps ran over Derek’s back. He looked at Rossi, who stood next to him uneasily. As they walked in, a few things came to notice. The room held a cold grey color, not too much furniture and it was squeaky clean. If someone came along mention they had to use it as an operation room Derek would believe them.

David observed the room quietly. His hand rested on his holster, ready to act on his nerves as they were telling him something was wrong. The living room of the cute 80-year-old grandma who worked on her roses everyday held no warmth or life. There were no photographs or signs that a life had been lived in this house. Those beautiful roses outside were nowhere to be seen inside in the house.

“What can I do for you boys?” Natalie smiled at them.

Derek looked at David before answering, “Ma’am as stated before, we need to ask you some things about your neighbors.”

“Your home is very clean Natalie; it doesn’t look very cozy.” David remarked.

Natalie frowned, “It hasn’t been cozy since my husband died 2 years ago. He had a stroke, died on his way to the hospital.”

Derek and David shared a look once again before Derek took the initiative to start the conversation.

“Mrs. Baum, I wanted to ask you about your neighbors. What were you doing the night they were murdered?” Derek asked softly. He didn’t want to scare her, but he needed to confirm her alibi first. It wouldn’t have been the first time he had seen people of age surprise him.

“I was with my niece Christy; she is my sisters’ daughter. She has 3 kids, they’re such angels. We never had children of our own and when my sweet John died, I was all alone. Now I visit Christy and her kids a few times a week. We eat together and sometimes I watch the kids while she does something nice. Her husband left her a while ago, the little shit goblin.” Natalie snarled.

Before Derek could let out a laugh at the last remark, David interfered.

“Do they live nearby?”

Natalie smiled “Oh yes! They live a 10-minute bus ride away. That sweet bus driver always makes sure I’m on time. You can imagine I’m not the fasted walker at this age.”

David smiled back at her while nodding his head. He stood up from his seat to look around.

“We gathered from Ben that you sometimes babysat for the Taylors, is that correct?” Derek asked.

Her smile quickly disappeared when the Taylors were mentioned. “Yes, I do. I’ve met them when they moved here, sweet family. They started inviting us for the holidays a few years ago.”

“So, you’d say that you knew the Taylors well?” David inquired.

“I would say so, yes. Meggie even cleans my house. Poor soul needed a distraction, we talked about it over coffee once and now she comes by once a week.” Natalie answered sincerely.

This made Derek and David look at each other.

“Meggie? You mean Megan Barlow, Allison’s sister? What did she need a distraction from?” Derek asked this time.

With a sigh Natalie answered, “Oh, I don’t like to tell other people’s business. But since you’re from the FBI I’ll tell you. Megan was in a horrible accident 6 months ago. She lost her husband and her two children. I believe she was pregnant at the time too, but when their car hit the water, she was the only survivor. Took her months to recover, just got out of hospital last month. She was a stay-at-home mom, so you can imagine she wanted something to distract herself.”

With a buzz of his phone, Derek stood up and nodded to Rossi.

“Thank you for telling us, Natalie. We will be in contact if we need more information.” David said as he touched her shoulder in a comforting way.

As they made their way to the door, they heard Natalie mumble an “of course” before slowly following them.

Once Derek and David reached the car, Derek pulled out his phone.

“Hey Baby girl, Megan Barlow only got out of the hospital last month, can you send me everything you have on that please?” Derek spoke to Garcia in a rushed tone.

At the station it seemed like time wasted away. Emily and Spencer were still staring at a map of the area as they tried to work out a geographic profile. Hotch was still bowed over a pile of files with JJ. Josie and agent Cole stood together in the lunchroom, both a cup of coffee in hand.

Derek and David arrive at the station with a haste, smashing the door behind them. This seemed to draw the attention of a group of officers and the BAU team. In a beeline Derek and David made their way to Hotch’s office, with Spencer and Emily in tow.

With furrowed eyebrows Derek spoke, “Megan Barlow has been in an accident six months ago. Car to the water, she lost her three children and her husband. Apparently, she was pregnant too. We were just with Natalie Baum, the Taylors neighbor. She told us about it. Megan seemed distraught when she arrived here. Garcia just sent me information. Apparently, she was a stay-at-home mom and after she got out of the hospital she stayed with a friend for a month. Megan refused to speak to her sister, they only spoke at the night of murder. Hotch, I have a bad feeling about this one”

The stoic look on Hotch his face remained as he listened to the story. Once Derek was finished speaking, he grabbed his phone to dial their technical analyst.

“You’re speaking with your personal Wikipedia, you ask, I answer. How can I help you Sir?” Garcia answered cheerfully.

“Garcia, please send me all you have on Megan Barlow, including her files from the hospital.” Hotch ordered.

With a small sigh she answered, “Sir, some of these are sealed. Shall I-“

“Garcia, give me everything you have. Unseal them, I need all the information I can get.” Hotch interrupted as he hung up the phone after.

With a small sound coming from the laptop that was open on the table, the files Garcia sent started flooding in. Ready to be examined one by one by each team member.

As Hotch took a stance next to the laptop, he started giving out instructions. “Alright everyone, start searching through those files. See if you find anything that can lead us to creating a profile.”

While finishing his last sentence he made a run through the door of his office, his eyes searching for a brunette agent. He wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to speak to him again after the way he lashed out towards her last night. He had been so stressed, he missed Hailey and Jack, Jack mostly. His wife had been acting distant lately, but that wasn’t what occupied his thoughts right now. He needed to find Josie and tell them what they discovered.

There she was, seated behind a desk. Her hair now loose, no longer in the ponytail it was in this morning. With a focused look on her face, she worked on whatever was projected on her screen.

“Agent Lovejoy, can we have a word please?” He hushed as he reached her desk. In all truth, she had seen him the moment he came out of the office. However, after he had been such a dick, she decided to ignore his presence for as long as she could. Apparently, that was until now. He called her name, he wanted to speak to her. The critical look on his face didn’t make her feel any better as she nodded while standing up to follow him to the office.

Once they reached the office, agent Cole had already found her way there. She was ready to hear whatever news Hotch had to bring.

As he told them their recent discovery, Hotch saw their faces fall with a horrified expression. Too many times had they seen awful endings involving kids in trauma cases like this one.

“I would like for you to call to the social worker that has visited them. Talk to them and ask what their insides are. After that we will go to the hotel, you two should get some rest too” He finished.

An icky silence fell upon them as an anxious feeling filled the room.

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#aaron hotchner #Nefarious #aaron hotchner fanfic #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner x oc #spencer reid #derek morgan #original work

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