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dragonmuse · 1 year

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For my birthday could I get a little Eddy slice of life? She's been my fav character since the very beginning 💕💕💕

(a very happy birthday do you! By all means, here's a day in the life of our Eddy)

Eddy was in her closet. When they’d done the renovation, Stede had insisted that of their two (frankly ridiculous, but you would pry them from her cold dead hands) walk in closets, Eddy got the one with the window. He had then surprised her by nesting in it, a generous chair that was a match to the beloved velvet couch in their living room. He had known she would love doing just this: luxuriating in the sun, amid all her beautiful things.

Today, she was still in just her robe, fresh from the shower, hair up in a cotton wrap. Around her, a veritable rainbow of fabric in a myriad of textures. They had their phone in their pocket, but they was just idly looking out the window, watching the clouds drift across the sky. Her legs were thrown over one arm, her neck cushioned by the other and she was utterly comfortable.

“Knock, knock,” Stede said from the open door.

“Hello,” Eddy smiled at him. He was also still in his version of relaxation clothes: silky boxers, a pristine white undershirt and a buttery yellow dressing gown, tied closed at the waist. Such a thing should not be an enormous turn on, but Eddy had long since given up trying to argue with her libido.

“I was wondering if you’d like me to bring you up a breakfast tray?”

“Mmm, you know I’m not going to say no.” She reached out a hand. “Come here first though.”

He crossed to her, sliding his hand into hers. “Anything interesting outside today? Birds giving you their reports?”

“Not this morning,” they grinned widely. “I was thinking that it might rain later. We should take umbrellas to the bar.”

“All right, you always do have a better sense of that than I do.”

“I used the new shaving lotion you found.” She let her robe slide down off her leg and brought his palm to her calf. “Feel.”

Stede ran his hand slowly up her calf, over her knee and then in a featherlight caress up her thigh. When they made no move to arrest his upward motion, he continued up, eyebrows rising into his hairline.

“You got very adventurous with the razor,” he licked his lips.

“Probably itch like hell in a day or so, but it was working so well, figured I might as well go all the way up,” she agreed.

“May I?”

Eddy undid the belt of her robe, pulling it aside. He stared down at her, hypnotized apparently. His hands moved in a very pleasant way which she wiggled into.

“Breakfast before breakfast then?” He glanced up.

“Mm,” she arched into his touch. “Lets.”

The chair had seen a fair few of these moments already even though it was barely a year old. Stede’s undershirt was sacrificed to keep it pristine today, tossed into the hamper when they were done, Eddy more in Stede’s lap than on the chair.

She undid the cotton wrap, letting her still damp hair cascade down. Stede gathered one lock, twirling it around a finger.

“Would you love me even if I shaved all of it off? Even my eyebrows?”

“Of course. It’d be interesting, getting to touch skin that I’ve never been able to touch before,” he considered the lock around his finger, slowly unwinding it. “Maybe I would shave off all mine too, then we could be slippery against each other.”

“Like seals.”

He kissed their temple. “Exactly like seals.”

“What’s for breakfast?”

“I picked up scones, blueberry ones.”

“Mm, I’ll come downstairs,” she decided.

They ate together, legs intermingled under the table. After the dishes were cleared, Stede set about braiding her hair up into a crown. She was wearing a wig tonight and these days doing a tight braid was the only way she had any hope of getting a wig cap to sit right.

She packed her costume for the night, then dressed for the afternoon, more leisurely in yoga pants and flowy top. Stede had settled back down at the kitchen table with his laptop out, working with one of his nonprofit tenant's work by the look of it.

“Headed out?” He asked.

“Mm. Gonna see if my boots are fixed yet.”

“I should hope so. Will you pick up some tea on your way back?”

“Of course,” she dropped a kiss on top of his head. “Just herbal?”

“Please. Enough of the full strength stuff to keep everyone awake for a year in here.”

She pulled a deep purple moto jacket, zipping it up against the wind. The boots she had on were fine, but they weren’t her tried and true favorites. The one piece of gear from their former life that they still wore religiously.

The walk was on the long side, but they liked to get a feel for the city sometimes. They took their time, meandering more than striding. Even in a city full of unusual people, she knew she gathered looks as she passed. There were days when it needled her, but today, she was as relaxed as she could be and it was easy to ignore them or in the case of an appreciative gaze, give a saucy wink before she continued onwards.

The repair shop was a claustrophobic hole in the basement shop. Eddy loved it. Full of forgotten shoes, on offer at slashed rates, which were interesting to paw through and the sharp smell of leather conditioner always made her think of slow days at the old job, polishing chrome and talking shit.

“Teach-Bonnet?” The tiny woman at the register checked.

“That’s me,” Eddy agreed, studying a pair of heels that were definitely too small for her feet, but Frenchie might get a kick out of. They had unicorn horns for heels. Probably too small for Frenchie too. She took a picture and sent it anyway.

“Yes, they’re ready. Give me a moment,” she disappeared into the back which was doubtless a worse fire hazard.

Frenchie: I’m in love. What size?

Eddy: Doesn’t say.

Frenchie: maybe get them anyway? For that price, I can just pry off the heels, use them on a different pair.

Eddy: you got it

They put the box on the counter. When the woman came back, she set down a far larger box.

“Resoled, fresh laces, and polished.” She announced. “Please check them though.”

Eddy opened the box and drew them out. They looked brand new, aside from a few faint cracks in the leather where it molded perfectly to her foot. She itched to put them back on, but there was no room in the shop for her to sit down.

“Perfect,” she beamed.

A parting of money later, she left with her boots, the unicorn shoes and a glossy red zipper that she had ideas for. She stopped at a bench, sitting down immediately to switch out her shoes. Her toes wiggled happily back in the familiar half-moon where they had spent so many hours. There were fresh inserts inside too, cushioning her footfall.

She shoved the boxes into the collapsible reusable shopping bag she’d had in her jacket pocket with satisfaction.

The tea shop was on the way back home and she spent a very enjoyable half-hour sniffing various blends and picking up not only Stede’s regular, but a few packets of interesting new things to try.

Her phone buzzed again as she started her walk home.

Jim: Izzy is trying to convince me that you once ate a scorpion. true/false?

Eddy barked a laugh, startling someone who had been walking near them, she shot them an apologetic look.

Eddy: true. It was supposed to be eaten though. On a stick and everything.

Jim: a stick does not make it food.

Eddy: it was crunchy, tasted like crab.

Jim: huh.

Eddy: 6 out of 10, would eat again. why are you talking about eating bugs?

Jim: stakeout. bored.

Eddy: ask him about the time he drunkenly chased a kangaroo. Should be good for a few minutes of entertainment.

Jim: amazing tnx

Back home, she put everything away, but the unicorn shoes. Stede had already left, but she lingered for a while, in no particular rush tonight. There was a show she wanted to finish watching and she was still slowly stoning a gown that was taking ages. Usually she’d farm it out, but she had a particular pattern that she couldn’t really articulate, so was force to make on her own.

Eventually though, she gathered up her things and headed out. The Revenge was technically already open when she arrived, two patrons at a table, talking over their drinks and pretzels. Lucius was behind the bar, but he was sketching.

“Are we interrupting your other career again?” Eddy raised her eyebrows.

“It’s super rude of you,” Lucius agreed, not even looking up. “Your equally mediocre half is in his office, if you’re looking for him.”

“Thanks.” She leaned in, studied the sketch. “Looks like it’s dying. Is that what you’re going for.”

“I will take that critique from whence it comes,” he said primly, but his forehead did wrinkle up a little as he studied the bird.

“Just fucking with you,” Eddy sighed. Sometimes she still played a little too hard. “Not your usual though.”

It was a study of a pigeon, in profile.

“It’s for Buttons’. He wants a new tattoo.”

“Huh. Where’s he going to put it?”

“That would be in the long list of questions I did not ask.”

“…probably for the best.”

Some of the other queens were already in the dressing room. Frenchie accepted the unicorn shoes with delight, pulling them on, even though her heel hung off a full inch.

“Not Cinderella tonight,” Roach grinned.

“Fuck Cindy, I make my own fit,” Frenchie laughed. “What do you think?”

“It’s a moment.”

“They’ll look good,” Eddy agreed.

She sat down and started the process of painting her face. Before she started, she got on the wig cap which went easily over Stede’s handiwork. She studied her face, stark without the hair in the way.

She knew the person looking back. She gave them a smile and a wink, then picked up her primer spray. Time to start again.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #eddy teach bonnet #stede teach bonnet

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lunacellestia · 3 years

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M!Drider x F!PlusSize!Reader

"Goodbye Mrs. Baker!"

"And to you too dearie! Stay safe!"

The basket rested on your arm as you said your goodbyes to the lonely woman.

A widower she was, left alone by her husband who passed on several years prior.

"He was my first love, and at my age, it's simply too soon to go after another. Besides, he was all I ever needed and he's still here.. Not physically but I hear his voice every so often, telling me to go on and that he'll see me soon, only when it's time." She had said one day, her shaky hand resting over her heart, her face scrunched up with a content smile.

Your eyes glanced towards her ring, the shade of emerald in the shape of an oval.

Somehow it was still gleaming, despite it being decades old.

You wondered briefly if she ever got it polished, but decided to keep that question for another time.

You sipped your tea and smiled at her, nodding as she went into her tales of her past.

"May I see some old photos of you both Mrs. Baker?"

"Why of course! Just give me a moment dear."

Together you both looked at the photos of her beloved and her together.

In her youth, her hair was a bright orange, going from flowy and wild to a nice pixie cut as the pages went on.

Her love, a man a bit taller than her, had on biker clothes in select photos, his hair darker than the women's on boxes you see on hair dye boxes.

"He was such a mad lad that one. Always getting into trouble."

"He was your little trouble maker."

"Indeed he was." She giggled

You let out a small sigh as your memories of that day came to an end, instead opting to focus on the small dirt path in front of you.

"What a wonderful lady. But still.. I wonder, is love really that strong?" You muttered to yourself.

You had never been in love; it was a bit odd to you, but you've just never felt the connection.

You've had crushes, had your fair share of cry days when they were taken. You've had those that fawned over you and vice versa, but its never been like others describe it.

"I guess I'm just too.. Myself for love." You sighed and continued on your journey towards your home.

You checked your basket once you arrived, seeing that the goods you purchased were still in tact, not a thing gone and not a thing broken or spilled.

"Can never be too careful these days, those in the forest are mischievous and take what they want. Pranks and all." One of the local men had told you.

The fairies that inhabited this area were a bit too... Chaotic for their own good.

They loved to play pranks and annoy the people when they could, sometimes getting upset if they didn't get the reaction they wanted.

You headed inside and closed your door, locking it and listening to the click.

All was silent for a moment as you checked around silently for any signs of something.

You didn't want to deal with a fairy that had snuck it's way inside by mistake or even purposely.

Heading into the kitchen, you unpacked your things and put them away then headed to your couch and went onto your phone.

'We can cross that off the list. I need to get some silks tomorrow and get to working on some clothes.'

A knock sounded as you jumped a bit and held your chest, caught off guard and frightened a bit.

"C-coming!"

'Could that be one of the fairies playing pranks? No... I don't want to play their games right now. Besides, I'm already inside.'

You headed to the door, albeit a bit cautiously and peaked out the window first.

You squinted a bit seeing a hint of something but nothing too clear.

Besides, you didn't want to make it obvious that you were staring.

Letting out the smallest of breaths, you unlocked the door and opened it a bit, peering out and up.

"Yes..? Can I.. Help you?"

"Apologies for coming so abruptly my dear. I wanted to catch you before you came all the way to me later tomorrow."

You blinked and opened the door more, seeing your supplier of the very silks you needed.

"Raveed!"

"Yes?" He asked, raising his brow amused.

You opened your mouth then closed it, getting a little shy and embarrassed under his gaze.

'Worried for nothing.' You thought with a small sigh.

"Sorry.. It's nothing. I just couldn't help but to get a little scared. Anyways, what was it that you needed again?"

"Well, I won't be available tomorrow. I have some matters to attend to. So I wanted to provide you with some silk now."

"Oh that's fine! I could've waited though, you didn't have to do that for me."

"Nonsense, I couldn't let my favorite girl go on without her supplies. What kind of supplier would I be hmm?"

"I suppose you have a point. Come in! I'll make you something?"

"I'll just take some water if that's alright dear."

"That's fine, give me a moment." You said and stepped aside so he could come in.

It was a bit of a squeeze, his lower half having to turn a bit in order to come in.

Raveed was a drider, and like many, he had the lower half of a spider.

Though he only had two arms instead of four like some, he had 8 legs, each slim and proper.

His hands as well were slender, with beautifully manicured nails, evident of how well he'd taken care of them over the years.

Just as his appearence had showed, his aura and air were the same, not once betraying him.

He had a handful of admirers, even those who feared driders, mostly due to their fear of spiders.

His skin was like the shade of mocha, his eyes, 6 in total with three on each side, were dark and dreamy.

His hair, long and braided to the side, was the color of night, mixed with some white as he had dyed it in (or, you assume so, you never asked if that was natural for him).

His lower half was also a simple black with some crackles and specks of fuchsia.

You had thought he hailed from a prestigious family with his looks and way of speaking, but he always waved you off and let out a small chuckle.

"Had I been, I would've had you as a queen by now. You, by my side, as we ruled together."

You had brushed his words off each time and chuckled nervously.

He always had a way of making you flustered, so much so that you may have developed the smallest of crushes on him, though never anything too grand to consider it love.

You closed the door behind him once he was safely inside, and proceeded to make your way to the kitchen.

He stayed and instead looked around while you poured him a glass of water and came back out.

"Here you go Raveed."

"Thank you dearest. Now, shall we get started?"

"Huh?"

"With my silk."

"I-I'm not sure how I'm supposed to be of assistance."

He chuckled lightly and shook his head a bit.

"I'm not as shy as I was when I was younger. I used to hate others seeing me produce it. But it is my job now."

You turned away and pretended to busy yourself with a task.

"I-I see! Well! I'll leave you to it! I still don't wish to intrude on you."

"You aren't, and this is your home after all."

"Y-yes but-"

"Dearest, you aren't scared of me are you? I hope I don't frighten you so at times." He said somberly.

You turned back quickly and waved your hands.

You have shied away from him before, but not necessarily because he was scary, you were just a bit nervous to be around him.

"Its not that really!"

He inched towards her a bit and gently cupped her cheek after setting down the cup

"You're so beautiful you know?"

"What?"

"You're so beautiful. And so bashful too. I absolutely adore that about you, my dearest spider lily." He said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You swallowed and felt a nervous laugh bubble up in your throat, not knowing what exactly to say or do.

"Ahh, is that so?"

" 'Is that so' Indeed it is. I would never lie to you. Well, maybe aside from another part of the reason on why I came to see you. I did come to see you to give you the thread you needed for the silk but.. I also came to see YOU. Do you understand me now?"

"I... I think so? I'm - you're here for me?"

"Spider Lily, I'd like to take you on a date."

Your mind felt boggled and your mouth dry; a date?

"Are you sure about that? I mean I.. Don't know if I can give you the best company and-"

"You are already wonderful company dearest."

"I think I'm immune to love!"

He blinked, all six of his eyes in unison as he bit his lip holding back a small laugh.

"And why do you say that?"

"I've never.. Fallen in love."

At that, his eyes widened a bit, before a calm smile graced his lips.

He stepped back for a moment and opted for your hand, dipping his head down and pressing a small kiss to it.

"Will you be so kind as to grant me the honor of allowing me to show you just how you may fall in love?"

You swallowed, a bit scared of his words, scared of disappointing him if you didn't feel the same love he felt.

You had a crush on him... But was that all? Strangely, you felt something growing in you.

"I... Alright."

He grinned, one full of teeth, sharp and on display.

"Oh dearest spider lily, you will not regret this choice you've made. I can assure you of that and then some." He declared, kissing your forehead.

"Now! Onto the silk finally!"

You both laughed a bit; onto the silk he goes.

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theoldgaylion · 3 years

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For the doriax prompts 👀 "seeking each others hands while sleeping" or "dancing together".

Whichever sounds more fun :))

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"That was kind of Mr. Gilmore to invite us, don't you think?" Fearne asked in her usual hushed tone as she finished braiding Opal's long silky hair, who was sitting on a velvety dormeuse adorned with golden details and attentively following her movements.

"Especially after the troubles we caused him." Orym gloomily mused as he leant against the wall next to where the faun and the girl stood, one hand reflexively resting on his hip as if ready to act on whatever upcoming threat, despite not carrying any kind of weapons on his person.

Sitting, too, but in a little, uncomfortable armchair, though as luxurious as the dormeuse, in the farthest corner of the room, was Dorian. As he was trying to not have a panic attack and thus ruin everybody's feisty mood, he barely registered his friends chatting in the background. He was overwhelmed, the rooms and the main hall outside brimmed with people, from enriched nobles to foreign merchants to powerful wizards, and that feeling of inadequacy struck him as fiercely as ever. Although the possibilities were close to none, he was also afraid to come across his relatives, whether distant or not. He didn't want to meet them, he didn't want his friends to meet them, not when he left that life behind his back.

His mind was spiraling as he stared at a blank spot outside the wide window on the opposite wall, nervously twisting his fingers.

"Free food and alcohol are always appreciated." Dariax commented somewhere near his right, he could see him in his peripheral vision as he stubbornly tried to keep his unruly tuft behind his ear with poor results, standing in front of a wall length mirror, his tongue sticking out between his lips and his brow furrowed in concentration.

"We really owe him a gift, though." the halfling sighed and Fearne giggled amusedly as she wrapped a beautiful, bright pink ribbon around the end of Opal's braid.

"Maybe next time we're on an adventure, we can bring something back for him." she suggested, her face lighting up as a soft smile curled up her lips.

"That's a good idea. But!" and the girl stood up from the dormeuse before declaring, hands on her hips and chest puffing out, "But now we must party and enjoy free alcohol and food, as our winged boy here suggested.".

"Yes!" the dwarf exclaimed and winked at her through the mirror, before returning to his previous task.

"Hey, do you need a hand with that?" Opal asked him as she walked over to his side. "I have some wax that'd do the work." she wiggled her eyebrows as she fished out a vial out of her high-heeled opalescent boots.

Dariax gasped as he eyed the vial, then nodded. "You're a lifesaver." he thanked her before Opal uncorked the vial and let him get some wax to do his hair properly.

The genasi jumped a little in his seat when Fearne craned her neck to look him in the eyes, then heaved out a relieved breath. He didn't even hear her approach, so lost in his thoughts as he was.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you, Dorian, but I was wondering…" she tapped her lower lip with a finger as she studied him. "Would you like a ponytail, perhaps? You'd look great in it." she smiled down at him as she unwrapped another ribbon from her own hair.

Dorian blinked in confusion, caught by surprise, before his gaze bounced back and forth between Fearne and the ribbon she was now holding.

"W-why not?" the genasi accepted in a weak tone as he shrugged his shoulders.

Fearne just chuckled at that, then waited for him to scoot forward with the armchair before positioning herself behind him. First, she began brushing and carding his hair with her fingers, letting some loose strands down to frame his sharp features. Afterwards, she carefully gathered lock by lock in her hands before lifting them up at the top of Dorian's head.

"You and Opal have the most beautiful hair, so soft." she admitted, her voice cheerful as she proceeded to secure the ponytail with the ribbon, and Dorian skeptically glanced at her, or tried to at that weird angle. Not that he didn't trust her friend's opinion, but it really never occurred to him before.

Fearne's milky white organza gown rustled softly as she clopped right in front of Dorian. "One last detail." she explained when Dorian frowned at her, not understanding why the faun was vigorously rubbing her palms, a sly grin playing on her lips as sparks of fire flickered at the friction.

Dorian was getting anxious, but that feeling was short lived, leaving room for wonder as soon as realization clicked in. Fearne's hands moved to the sides of his face, then curled the loose strands with her heated fingers and Dorian noticed that it wasn't hot at all. Magic was truly something.

Once she was finished, the faun clapped her hands, satisfied with her work. "You look amazing, my friend." she assured him, her smile softening.

"Wow." a raspy whisper caught Dorian's attention before he could reply to that and he darted his eyes in the direction of it, to his right. Dariax was watching him mouth agape and cheeks flushed, and Dorian wasn't even sure the dwarf was aware he was doing that in all honesty.

Dorian turned incredibly frustrated under that scrutiny and fidgeted in his seat as a suffocating heat spread across chest and down his belly.

"Go look for yourself." Fearne prompted him to stand up with a gentle pat on his shoulder.

Dorian slowly rose up on shaky legs and moved to stand before the wall length mirror. Okay, maybe he should've trusted his friends more, because he looked fine as fuck. He never considered himself a vain person, but, as he stared at his own reflection now, he must've admitted that that outfit highlighted his best body traits, starting with the dark blue high-waisted lace pants he was wearing, not much see-through per se but open to the sides in two slits and with incorporated shorts that ran down to his mid thighs. On his upper body, the loose peach gold chiffon top that wrapped at his middle in a silver waistband with some rhinestones and left his chest exposed, the massive flowy sleeves clung at his sides and made him look so dreamy. At his feet, his beloved winged boots.

Opal helped him with his makeup earlier but he had the chance to evaluate her work just then. She used a silver eyeliner on his eyelids, the ends as sharp as her knives, while she dusted some moonshine highlighter on his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, his pecs and under his eyebrows, following their natural curve.

After a long time spent admiring himself, he felt very observed and turned his head towards Fearne, who was still looking at him, her hands clasped together against her cheek as she smiled merrily like a mother proud of her son.

"Thank you, Fearne. It looks amazing." he told her in an earnest tone.

The faun chuckled delightedly in response, before stifling a snort as her eyes glanced away from him and Dorian quirked one eyebrow at that. Then, he heard frantic fumbling and a loud snap. He spun around and found the dwarf still there, yet turned a little to his side as if he was trying to hide something, his mouth was pressed in a thin line now while tips of his ears were as red as his face as he busied himself with the laces of his vest. Dorian didn't know what to do with that notion.

Once they were all ready, the group finally exited the room, walked down the hallway and crossed the threshold of the dance hall, just to immediately get lost among the swirling of robes and skirts and cloaks, the colorful reflections of the flames that shimmered down from big crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the chattering of voices that mixed with the soft music playing in the air, the tables full of delicacies.

That combination of visuals, sounds and smells rendered the five speechless.

"Okay, this may be a little too for us." Dariax murmured to the group after a pregnant pause, his lips pursed to the side hidden behind his hand. And the genasi couldn't agree more.

"We've been lucky that Mr. Gilmore warned us and let us go on a shopping trip before coming here." Orym pointed out as his keen eyes studied the surroundings, feeling even smaller than he was already.

"Yeah, but, I feel underdressed all the same." Opal whined in a pout, crossing her arms on her chest. "And I'm wearing a fuckin dress." she added as she ran her hands down on her big puffy tulle skirt.

“Where's the wine?" the faun asked out of the blue as she looked around, her ears eagerly perking up, and the group laughed.

"Hey, look, there's Fy'ra!" Opal exclaimed as she pointed with her index finger at her, who was already in the company of Shaun Gilmore himself and a man who presumably was his husband by the way he was circling his waist with one arm.

Orym scolded her about her manners, or lack of, but his words hardly affected her since she was trotting to Fy'ra, Fearne following suit.

He sighed hopelessly, before joining them together with Dorian and Dariax.

They all greeted and complimented each other for their attires, everyone but Orym immediately falling for Gilmore's charme once again and his husband laughed whole-heartedly at their behavior, saying that he fully understood them.

As much as he really wanted to blend in and forget about his previous worries, Dorian felt anxious and uncomfortable, also regretting his choice of outfit for the night since it would've certainly drawn attention to himself, but now it was too late, he would've dealt with it.

His current mood must've been as clear as the empty glass Gilmore was holding in his hand because he noticed Dariax sliding closer to him at some point while the rest of his friends were chatting amicably, and tilting his head up to look at him.

"You okay there, bud?" he asked him in a lower tone, his warm hues regarding him with concern.

Dorian wanted to lie, although it would've been useless. The dwarf could be... slow on the uptake sometimes, that was true, but he always understood when his friends were troubled and that was one of the things he liked the most about him, he was kind and thoughtful and cared dearly for the people he held close to his heart.

So, the genasi shook his head and bit the inner part of his cheek.

Dariax’s mouth twisted in a sad grimace upon his non-committal reply. "Alrighty, let's go grab some food, yeah?" he proposed, nudging him playfully on the thigh while showing a toothy smile.

Dorian quickly warned Orym before walking away with the dwarf to find something to eat among the many, almost too many set tables.

Dorian's uneasiness gradually dissipated thanks to the dwarf's presence. Since that moment he stayed with him the whole time, trying to draw a smile out of him and the genasi really appreciated his efforts.

The two were now standing at a table with any type of meat Dorian could imagine, Dariax was trying his hard to catch a chicken leg with a fork but it kept rolling and rolling and squishing away as oily and dripping with sauce as it was, so he gave up in the end and grabbed it by the bone. Dorian wanted to be grossed out by that, but honestly after what they've been through in the last months that was the least disgusting thing the dwarf had done involving food, or anything else really.

The genasi had to admit that Dariax really stood out in those clothes. As if he was just seeing him for the first time that night, he ranked him up and down with his gaze, taking advantage of his current distraction. The dwarf had chose a white blouse with puffed sleeves and flounce collar, his broad shoulders emphasized by.. now that he took a better look at it, Dorian noticed that it wasn't a vest, more like a corset garment that made him waist look slimmer, the velvety burgundy texture complementing his auburn hair while the golden embroideries on the hems made him look princely, somehow. On his lower half, he wore black tight trousers with a detachable wrap pleated skirt on its left side, at his feet a simple pair of dark brown leather boots.

Dariax was so… dashing.

"Want some?" the dwarf's voice brought him back to the present and Dorian felt himself blush guiltily upon being caught staring so openly. Or maybe Dariax didn't notice him at all, too focused on eating his well-earned chicken leg. The genasi really hoped it was the latter.

"Uhm, no. Actually, I'm not that hungry." he admitted in a sigh and saw Dariax's joyful mood shift a bit. Even though the dwarf was helping him a lot, anxiety was still swirling in his stomach, clutching at it, making him feel nauseous.

"But if you don't eat, you can't drink." Dariax reasoned, his half smirk slotting back on his face, and those words earned him an amused snort from Dorian. As if that ever stopped the dwarf, or anyone in their group, from getting smashed, yet Dorian knew what he was trying to do and was grateful for his patience and consistency.

"I know, but I don't think I can drink either, sorry." the genasi admitted, another sigh falling from his lips, and Dariax gazed up at him, slowly lowering the chicken leg.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then his free hand reached out for Dorian's and that gesture made his heart skip a bit, or a few.

"I don't know what you're going through, but I think we should enjoy ourselves tonight, we deserve some funny time, don't we?" the dwarf squeezed his hand oh-so-gently as his eyes bored into his as he spoke. "You should enjoy yourself, relax, unwind, relieve some stress." another squeeze of hand and Dorian's heart quivered in his chest. "Nothing's gonna happen, and in any case, I'm here for you. You got a healer in heels next to you." he winked at him as he tapped one boot's heel against the other.

Dorian's whole face was flushed deep purple by the end of his speech and, albeit his frantic heartbeat echoing in his head, he nodded and smiled down at him. The dwarf's hand was so warm around his and his mind quickly drifted back to all those time they slept together on his bed roll, so close yet so far, as Dorian wanted to touch him and hold him and-

Dorian shook his head vehemently and swallowed around a lump in his throat.

At that distance, Dorian noticed that there was eyeshadow on Dariax's eyelids, smudged, of the color of charcoal, in strict contrast to the amber of his hues, making them shine even brighter under the lights of the chandeliers. In the inner part of the eye, a glint of gold that recalled his corset, while a bronze highlighter gleamed on his cheeks. Opal must've done his makeup, too.

The genasi found himself staring at Dariax a lot that night, clearly unable to stop himself as if magnetically drawn to him.

"And honestly, you're really missing out because this stuff is delicious. I don't know when another banquet like this will happen to us in the near future." Dariax added a few moments later, emphasizing his words by swinging the chicken leg he was still holding.

Dorian heaved out a breathy chuckle, rolling his eyes at the ceiling, more for the sake of tearing his gaze away from him than being actually annoyed by what he just told him. "Alright, you got me. No more convincing." he gave up in the end as he picked a clean plate and a fork, before wandering around the table with his look.

"That's my man!" Dariax grinned victoriously, then joined him in the food hunt.

As simple as it was, that praise made Dorian’s chest fill with warmth and affection.

"Thank you, buddy. You're amazing." the genasi said after a while, his voice soft now, and shot a glance at his side to catch Dariax's cheeks turning as red as his corset as he murmured something under his breath that Dorian couldn't quite catch. In that moment, he realized it was the second time that he inadvertently made the dwarf blush and he stopped in his movements as that thought crossed his mind. What did that mean?

Anyway, the two kept circling around the table while chatting and, since Dorian's stomach finally loosened up, he was able to eat something, too. When the genasi lifted his head in a heartfelt fit of laughter after that Dariax told one of his dumb jokes about the turkey wearing socks, his attention was caught by Opal who stood some feet away at another table, watching them with a cocky grin and an arched eyebrow.

His laughter quickly ended up in an awkward coughing as he blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears and the fact that Dariax hurriedly came to his help didn't help his situation. At all.

Two glasses of wine later that embarrassing accident, glasses that Dorian gulped down like a drowning man in the desert, eventually they split up because Dariax decided it was the right time to go and grab some stronger alcohol that wasn't just wine; in the meantime, Dorian found interest in the instruments the band was playing. Despite his eagerness, the dwarf didn't leave him until Dorian assured him he was feeling better so he could go without worrying about him.

When Dorian noticed that it was taking the dwarf a little too long to get their drinks, he searched for him with his eyes, just to find him standing between two individuals, who possibly were courting him if he didn't mistaken the way they both leaned close to him, offering him drinks as they smiled flirty down at him.

He felt a strange pang of.. jealousy awfully twisting his guts as his jaw tensed at that sight.

"Are you going to ask him or not?" Opal's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Blanking out for a solid second, Dorian almost choked on his own tongue. "W-what?!" he cried in a shrill voice and immediately slapped a hand on his mouth.

The girl sighed deeply as she slowly shook her head in disappointment.

"To dance." Fearne replied from his other side on Opal's behalf and Dorian felt suddenly very cornered. "I bet he's dying to. Waiting for you to make a move. Can't you tell?" she tipped her head in a quizzical way as she eyed him.

The genasi's gaze frantically darted back and forth between the two. "I-I don't think that-" he then started babbling out, anxiety coming back at full force, but Opal cut him short with a huffy tsch.

"Please, you two have been circling around this for months, honestly. Now it's your chance to go get it." the girl pointed out as she nudged him with her hip and Dorian's heart started hammering erratically against his ribcage. What were they talking about just now?!

"Get what?!" he croaked out in a squeal and the faun's laugh only made him more miserable than he already felt.

Opal loudly gasped at that question as if she couldn't believe what she just heard. "Dorian, how oblivious can you be?!" she looked like she was that close to rip her own hair off her head for desperation or to choke him with her bare hands in an act of mercy and the genasi thought that he really didn't want to find out.

Thankfully, Fearne intervened once again. As she grabbed Opal's hand to soothe her outburst of anger, she smiled her benevolent smile at Dorian. "Dariax's been over the heels for you for like.. well, pretty much since we met I think?" she confessed in a pensive frown, then had to stifle an amused giggle when Dorian's mouth slacked open.

His head was spinning dizzily as his heart jumped up in his throat, his hands were shaking as he brought one of them to scratch at his neck in a foolish attempt to calm his nerves. He was pretty much freaking out at that point, he'd never actually noticed anything that-

Wait.

Oh gods.

"I'm a fucking idiot!" he yelled as he smacked both his hands on his forehead, and the two girls tried to not make fun of him, just to fail miserably.

"Now that you're caught up, do yourself a favor and <i>go</i>." and with Opal's words ringing in his ears, he was being pushed by Fearne and the girl herself toward the dwarf, still at the same table.

And suddenly, he was in the middle of the dance hall, his knees wobbling as his heart was trying so desperately to break free from his chest. He wanted to hide. He felt.. irremediably stupid. How could he be so blind?!

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. In retrospect, above all the things that had happened between them in the past months, Dorian realized that the dwarf had been looking at him the whole night with such a look in his eyes, something deeper concealed behind his usual fondness that he reserved for his friends.

He was getting itchy. If he wanted to act, he needed to do it now.

Mustering every ounce of courage he had in his body, the genasi walked the last steps that separated him from Dariax at last.

He cleared his throat way too loudly to be spontaneous, interrupting whatever was happening between the dwarf and those two strangers. He didn't even spare them a single glance as he stared at Dariax, who was visibly surprised by his antics.

Dorian straightened up, before bowing a little with his upper body, his left arm folded behind, as he outstretched his other, unsteady hand towards him.

"Dariax, m-may I have this dance?" the genasi asked in a solemn voice that cracked a little at the end, feeling heat rising up on his cheeks the longer he hoped for an answer. He gulped as a bead of sweat glided down his temple, his heart beating so fast right now that Dorian felt like it could stop at any moment.

And Dariax was looking at him like he held the entire world in his hands and the genasi felt himself burn from the inside out under that intensity, his hazel hues gone wide and round in complete shock, his thick eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

There was a moment of terrible, utter silence. Then, the dwarf let go of his drink, which fell and spilled on the floor, and that noise made a few heads turn in their direction while the two individuals jumped back from him. But Dorian couldn't care less as Dariax's trembling hand clutched tight around his as a happy, dazzling smile bloomed on his lips.

"Of course." he replied in a whisper, hesitant yet fast, like he'd been waiting for that question all night but couldn't believe he just got asked.

Fingers intertwined, they sauntered over the center of the dance hall to stand in front of each other like the rest of the people didn't exist.

Dorian's yearning turned out to be pretty much useless since Dariax shared his feelings and he could plainly see it now, written all over the dwarf's face as he hadn't stopped beaming up at him since he accepted his invite.

The genasi had never danced with someone that much shorter than him, or had much experience with balls in general, but they would've managed nonetheless.

They were holding hands, both their arms stretched outward in the liminal space between them as they looked into each other's eyes, full of emotions. Dorian thought he was going to faint here and there from how tense he felt, he was anxious for a totally different reason now.

Then, their feet started moving on their own and the music grew louder and louder, their bodies following the rhythm as they met halfway, their hands locking in the right positions as much as their heights would allow.

"I didn't know you could dance." Dorian said, genuinely delighted by that discovery, as they turned and spinned, completely lost in the music, in each other.

Dariax chuckled, his cheeks flushing again upon that compliment and the genasi had to stop himself from acting on the thoughts that image elicited in his mind. "Me neither." the dwarf admitted as he shrugged his shoulders.

Dorian snorted amusedly, before tightening his grasp on Dariax.

They kept waltzing, staring at each other, smiling brightly, moving freely. They kept waltzing, fingertips brushing on clothes, hands grasping, wanting for more. They kept waltzing, their looks promising.

And Dorian never felt so happy in his life.

#critfic #doriax #lionwrites #critical role #exandria unlimited #dorian storm #dariax zaveon #exu dorian #exu dariax #my writing #THIS TOOK AGES WTF #hope it’s worth the wait

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hentaimommi · 3 years

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ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜʏ | ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ (x fem! reader)

Warnings: trauma, death, monarchy, abuse of power (?)

Summery: After her father's death, the new queen is sworn in. Her new personal knight is assigned to guard her at nighttime. Quickly she learns he is not just any night, nor is she just any queen.

[A/N]: I really hate the damsel in destress type queen/knight stories, so I tried to change up the arch type a little. fantasy au :) sorry if it felt rushed!

[R O Y A L A P A T H Y]

"The death of King (D/N) will forever be a greatest tragedy to our kingdom," My fathers best friend, who was also the earl, had been lecturing for what felt like sentinels by now. Sorcerer Hanji Zoe was at their witts end by now, clearly bored. I also tapped my food below the ballgown I'd been fitted and forced into this morning.

"I have new hope in the shadowing horizon of his beloved daughter, she will lead us to many victories. Let's hope the dragon guards love her!" He clinked the tall tankard with the barbarian man next to him, finalizing the speech. Many people laughed in fancy, but all I found myself wanting to do was visit the garden.

I excused myself, standing up and begging the well known path to the sanctuary. My heels clicked across the cobblestone like a smooth stone on a lake top, all the way until I had been met with the large doors. Built by the Elvish and designed by my mother, the garden was the most sacred room in the kingdom.

Guarded by two large stone gargoyles, watched over by the eye of luck, and cursed beyond point of entry if not completing the ritual. I took two fingers on each hand, palating the tongue of both gargoyle. Then, the eye above the door that was imprinted into the stone began to glow. "Who are you here under?" The entity I spoke frequently to requested. "(F/N) (L/N)." I responded, fingers still on the tounges. "Ah, the soon to be queen. You may enter."

The doors cascaded open, revealing the garden of most beautiful stature. Reds, greens, blues, purples- as far as the eye could see. I only wish I could stay, actually enter and be here. Duty called below, though. The bells were ringing and it was almost evening. The doors closed at lack of entry when I walked away.

Arriving in the meeting room was my next step. Many people of all races and stature were sitting around the discussion table, all watching me as soon as I entered. "Your majesty," The small frog woman, Ymir, hopped from her seat over to me. I raised my brow, indicating her to answer. "We have someone for you to meet, and hopefully show around if you would be so kind." Her voice was rough, you could tell she was of frog decent from a mile away. "Okay."

The room went silent as I turned to face the door, red dress swaying round. The fact attire was picked by my mothers personal designer, Historia. A sweet lady, but boy did she enjoy flowy gowns. The doors opened, revealing two men. One, a tall blonde man, and the next a shorter raven haired man. His gaze was cold, piercing even. "Your grace," The tall one spoke, his voice was deep and unforgiving. Like he'd seen a thousand lifetimes. "I am here to serve you your personal knight, who will serve you endlessly till death."

I looked over to the onyx haired man, who looked as if he was being tortured. "I appreciate your offer so much, thank you sir..?" He looked to me, kneeling on one knee and holding his hand to his heart for all to see. "Erwin. This is sir Levi, your guard." I nodded, walking up to the kneeling men and pressing a light hand on both of their shoulders. "Thank you, you are dismissed."

As the day continued I grew very weary, ready for any point of sleep I could obtain. Before the death if my father, every night I would stop by the sorcerers library. Instead I opted to go to my room this night, absolutely restless from the long and treacherous day. Upon arrival of my room, though, the same man from earlier stood flat out in front of it.

"You're Levi, correct?" I asked, looking into his tone cold eyes. They were so brash, clearly full of pained stories of a lifetime. "Yes, my queen." He moved aside. "You don't have to call me that. You can call me (F/N), and, come inside. It's cold in the halls." His blush was clear as day, nevertheless he followed me as told. I pointed to an empty plush bench for him to take a seat on.

"So, Levi, tell me about your life." I said, walking into my restroom to peel off the dress and change into my nightwear. He hesitated for a moment, clear by the cough let out. "Well, I was raised in a brothel. My mother worked as a lady of the night. She passed at a very young age, my uncle- who was also a knight- taking me in. He would soon leave, too, making me fend for myself. It's tragic and pitiful, I know, but it taught me many things."

"It's not pitiful." I returned changed with my hair graciously braided down to one side, smiling at the man before me. He was handsome, I had to admit. Dark hair offsetting his pale skin in all the right ways, rough appearance only making him that much more attractive. "If anything, you're nobel." He looked up, setting his sword aside, the sighing. "I suppose so. I always wondered what it would be like to guard a queen," He drifted off, eyeing the walls. "I always thought they'd be cold and distant, but it paid well so I didn't mind to take the job. You aren't like that."

I smiled. "Glad you think so, sir Levi. I think you're one of the most brave, and handsome damned men to walk these halls. I bid you a safe night, hope to see you in the morning." I then climbed under the large canopy that cascaded over my bed. It was made of the finest material, soft and warm. The night was cold, leaving me tossing and turning into the daylight unlike I had wanted.

Rising up from my half-slumber, I was met with the vision of Levi sitting exactly how he was before, restless, staring at the wall again. I didn't believe this was lazy- so I rose from my bed and put on the large robe that had been set aside by my maids. "Morn, Levi. How was your night?" I asked, walking over to him. He didn't respond, eyebags heavily present.

I walked closer, lightly touching his scarred face with my soft hand. He was so cold. I took off the robe, laying it over his shoulders. "What's..what are you going my lady?" He asked, thumbing the material that was new on his body. I smiled, standing up. "You were cold. Where do you live?" I asked, undoing the braid in my hair.

He hesitated as he did the night before, only to look away once more. "A- um, hut. Down in the village. I live in it by myself." He proclaimed, rising from his seat. I nodded, "Sleep in my quarters for the day. I insist. The bed is nice and I will have maids deliver a warm outfit to my door." His eyes darted to me, "You can't be serious- I'm not-"

My hand wavered in front of him. "I insist. Keep the bed warm for me, would you?" He nodded. I took the robe, tying it around myself once more. Levi ridded himself of the metal plates, leaving me to see just how muscular he really is. I avoided it, going to my dressing room where all of my dressing ladies already were.

The day passed as before, but this time I had been able to go the library, wanting to give the knight more time to rest up. The bookshelves were dusty, place so empty you would think no one works here.

"Hello? Hanji?" I asked, looking around. Noises came loudly from the behind the counter, making me back away. They were inconspicuous, that was, until the person stood from behind. An Elvin boy named Armin my tropes had picked up. He'd been stranded, left for dead on a battle field. "Oh, hello Armin!" I smiled, lying the book I had picked up on the counter.

"Hello my lady! How are you?" He asked, ears fluttering. How cute. "I'm okay! I've gotten a new knight, I left him to rest in my room for the day." Armin looked at me in a questioning manner. "And his name?" I rested my elbow on the table, looking over to the door through which I had came. "Levi-"

"Levi Ackerman?" He asked, clearly disheveled. I nodded, eyebrow arching as if to question him. "He's a famous knight! So smart and strong. They say during his last battle he suffered life threatening injuries, though, making him tired and worn." Armin gushed, smiling brightly and blushing as I listened.

When returning to my room, he was still asleep. I didn't think I needed him for the night; so I slipped into my dressing room and changed into another beautiful nightgown. Braiding my hair once more, I returned into my room to find him still sleeping. I remembered what Armin had said. He sustained horrible injuries, scars were probably all over his body. I couldn't imagine. Lifting up the edge of the curtain like material, I found him in the clothes my ladies had brought for him. He looked nice, and calm.

Instead of waking him up- interrupting him from his sleep, I decided to sleep next to him. Surely he wouldn't mind if I stayed a distance away, and slept under a different duvet. As I slipped in, his warmth had consumed the whole bed. It was warm in places he hadn't even been in. I tried to rest easy, only being woken up once when he accidentally kicked me; but I didn't mind.

The next morning I would wake up with him completely wrapped around me. His leg over both of my own, his arms around my waist and chest. This made me laugh, pushing his arm around a little to wake up. As I did, his entire body jolted in a gasp. "Where am I? (F/N)? What time of day is it?" He asked, then analyzing how close he was to me. "You slept with- me? I LEFT YOU ALONE?" I chuckled at his worries, him trying to get out of the bed. Swiftly, I gently grabbed his wrist. "Levi, don't worry about it. Just, rest, okay? You've done enough."

Reluctantly, he nodded. I pushed my hands into his hair as he scooted back into me to be the little spoon.

#levi ackerman #fantasy au #levi x reader #hanji zoe #armin arlert #levi aot

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writingkeepsmewhole · 4 years

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The Mark Part 3 Amora

This is part 3 of The Mark

This is from Amora’s POV

Fic Summary: AU where everyone is born with half a mark on their body. The other half being on their mates body.

Part Summary: Amora gets an invitation to the ball.

Dean Winchester x OC Amora Black

Warnings: I don’t think there is any

Let me know if you want to be tagged.@fariesandwanderlust @all-will-be-well-love

Part 1 Part 2

Me and Eva were in my room cleaning. Well that’s what we were meant to be doing. At the moment we were blasting music and dancing like a bunch of teenagers.

Hearing the doorbell I didn’t care to dance my way down the steps and to the front door.

I opened it to find a tall browned eyed man.

“May I help you?” I asked, smiling politely at him.

“Hello?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow after he didn’t say anything.

I sighed thinking that he was staring at my scars. Taking a second glance I realized that he was looking at my mark. The shock covered his face.

At first I thought it was because he may have the same mark but I quickly forgot that thought when I took note of the black rings wrapped around half his forearm.

“Umm did you need something?” I ask again.

“Oh umm right I’m meant to give this to a-” He says looking down at the envelope in his hand.

“A Amora Black.”

“That’s me.” I say smiling.

“So when did the post office start hand delivering let-” I stop once I looked down at the letter.

It was directly from the Capital.

“Umm you have to open it so that-.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I say opening the letter as Eva comes bounding down the steps.

“Who was-. Oh hello.” She says smiling at the man at the door.

“Eva meet-” I stop looking at him.

“Oh uh Sam.” He says smiling.

“Eva, meet Sam. Sam, meet Eva.” I say pointing at them as I introduce them.

“Who is he and why is he here?” She asks not so quietly, whispering in my ear.

“Ask him.” I say pulling the letter out.

I drowned out Eva talking to Sam to read.

Dear Amora Black

We invite you to attend this year's annual ball.

It’s come to our attention that this fall you will be turning twenty-five, allowing you to be apart of the gathering of potential Mates for Prince Adam the third.

Please make haste to the castle where you will be welcomed wholeheartedly, as a beloved guest.

Sincerely Queen Mary

I looked up to see that Eva was reading a letter as well. Made since Sam had one for her as well given the fact she lived right beside me.

“Thank you.” I say smiling at him.

“Do you mind if I ask what made Queen Mary hand them out personally?”

“Oh it has always been this way.”

“My parents didn’t get a letter.”

“Then they were already mated before twenty-five.”

“How did you know?”

“Because only people who have not been mated yet are allowed to go to the ball.”

“Trust me I doubt my mate will be there.” I say laughing softly.

Even though I didn’t know what kind of man he was I could just tell by how much he got hurt he was not a Ball type of man.

“He will be there, it's the law. He has to go.” Eva says smiling brightly at me.

“She’s right. He’ll be there.” Sam says smiling a warm knowing smile.

As if he was talking to his family. As if he knew me somehow.

“We will see. Thank you again.” I say smiling politely at him and shutting the door as he turned to walk down the stone path to the road.

“That was not strange at all.” I say moving to look at Eva.

“What’s with you?” I ask, seeing her still staring at the door.

“Do you think I will find my mate there?” She asks, turning to look at me with a hopeful look in her eye.

“Yes.” I sat truthfully.

“You keep saying you feel different. Your heart knows trust in it.”

Smiling a turn to go up stairs.

“You need to go home and rest, we have a whole day of shopping to do tomorrow.” I say hearing a happy squeal from her then the front door shutting.

Walking into my room I was overwhelmed by a fiery heat rushing through my veins. Grabbing the door frame I had to resit the urge to clench my jaw as pain and anger washed over me.

The feeling of longing mixed in as I wanted more than anything to be there for Him to help him with whatever was hurting him.

I could only compare it to the feeling of when my parents died. Wanted nothing more than to know why it happened.

Using the wall I walked to my bed laying down slowly. I curled in a ball praying it would stop soon.

It was not until new bruises appeared on my knuckles did the feeling fade. I closed my eyes slowly fading into darkness as sleep consumed me.

I woke up to being shook softly. Groaning I opened my eyes to see Kayla smiling brightly at me.

“Guess what?” She asked plopping down on my bed.

“What?” I asked my voice rough from sleep sitting up.

“He is here.”

“Who?” I asked, rubbing my eyes, my mind still foggy with sleep.

“My mate, he is in town!”

“How do you know?”

“Because this morning I woke up really excited for some reason. It has to be him right?” She asked looking at me, her blue eyes bright reminding me of my mother when she would talk about dad.

Smiling, I nod hugging her.

“Go get dressed and you can come shopping with me and Eva but only if you hurry.”

“Okay but don't leave without me!” She yells running out of my room just to run into the door frame.

“Ow.”

“Careful.” I say getting out of bed walking over to my dresser.

I quickly get dressed in a black tank top with a rib cage on it, a black pair of skinny jeans, a fake leather jacket, and black boots.

I walked into the bathroom just as the front door opened.

“Honey I’m home!” Yelled Eva making me laugh and shake my head.

“Up here!” I say already hearing her come up the steps.

“Well don’t you look sexy.” She says winking at me through the mirror.

Laughing I lean over the counter putting eyeliner on.

“Are you getting excited for tonight?” She asks, smiling at me as she jumps up on the counter.

“You know me I don’t get excited for anything.” I say smiling when she glares at me slightly.

“Yes Eva I’m a little excited for tonight but I don’t think I’m going to meet Him if that’s what you think?”

“Aww why not?” She asked pouting.

“Because I haven't felt anything so he can’t be too close.”

“That don’t always-”

“Ready!” yelled Kayla running into the bathroom.

“Oh nice shirt.” She says smiling at me her hair pulled up showing her face better.

“Thanks.” Both me and Eva say ending in all three of us laughing.

“So are we ready?” Kayla asks, looking at me as I pull my hair up into a high ponytail.

“Yes, let's go ladies.”

I walked into the mall behind Eva and Kayla then quickly went to the only dress shop in the whole place. We lived in the small town surrounding the castle so we didn’t have the biggest mall. Just a couple of shops we didn’t even have a food court. It really was just a large building with fifteen or twenty small stores in it.

I sighed not really wanting to be here but I promised Eva. I let her drag me around from store to store until she found everything she needed for her outfit.

We returned home Kayla and Eva skipping ahead of me laughing at something.

I walked into my room locking the door. Eva home, us deciding to surprise each other with our finished work.

Walking into the bathroom I stripped stepping into the shower. Taking a breath I put my face into the water hoping it untangled the growing knot in my stomach. If I let them my nerves would make my heart race and I was trying my best to not get my hopes up.

Once I was clean I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. Walking to my vanity I sat on the chair in front of it. I looked at the mirror, my cherry red hair sticking to my skin. Meeting my dusty blue eyes I took a deep breath having very mixed emotions about tonight. Wanting to finally meet him but also scared of meeting him. Fearing I could never be strong enough to live with what covered our bodies in scars. Fearing I would lose him as soon as I met him.

Literally shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I pressed the button on my MP3 letting the first song fill my ears. It's a soft guitar distracting me.

Grabbing my hair I set to work on getting ready. Twisting my hair, and pinning it here and there I soon had my hair done in a half braid.

The bottom half fell down my back in curls. A few pieces framing my face.

I set to do my makeup. It is a dark smokey eye to bring out my odd color eyes. A soft rose lip color and very little blush. Once I was done with that I got dressed. My dress was simple.

One because I couldn't afford anything else and I was never one for being flashy.

It was strapless, the only dress I could find that showed my mark. It was law to show your mark. So you couldn't lie to the Royal family. My dress was black except for the purple and green glitter dusted on it from the waist down. It was loose and flowy. The top half is sticking to my shape. It stopped right at my knees. Letting me wear black heels. I didn't bother with jewelry not having anything that matched.

Looking at myself in the mirror I took a deep breath.

"Show time." I say leaving my room.

Kayla was sitting on the couch with her best friend, Aqua. A dark skinned beautiful girl. With curly hair you would kill for.

"OMG you look so pretty!" Aqua says loudly with a bright smile on her face.

"Thank you Aqua." I say smiling.

"Your mate is gonna die when he sees you." Kayla says.

"I hope not." I say earning a laugh from both of them.

"Well I need to go." I say heading towards the door.

I stop when I feel arms around me.

I twist to see Kayla hugging me. Smiling, I hug her back, her quickly running back to the couch as if it never happened.

"Be good." I say looking at the both of them.

Leaving the house I'm not surprised to see Eva standing at the end of the path leading to my front door.

She was dressed in a bright red dress that held close to her frame showing off her curves. Her hair was up with long black earrings helping you notice her mark. She had a necklace that matched and black heels.

"You look so pretty!" We both say at the same time making us both laugh.

“Are you ready to go?” I ask smiling.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She says grinning.

The Castle was not exactly a castle. It was once a few hundred years ago. The only thing left of it even standing here was it’s towers.

Two large towers stood twenty feet over the rest of the mansion.

People say that's where they keep the royal children until they find their mate.

That’s something I never could wrap my head around. Locking someone up away from the world. But who was I to tell royals how to raise their children.

I knew things were going to be different after tonight I just didn’t know how.

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Plea for My New Self

Sanders sides Vampire College AU - it’s gay - it’s full of fun fluffy tropes - a bit o’ hurt/comfort - mostly fluff

Words: 4,613 Warnings: Extreme sass, Arguing, Alcohol, Drinking said Alcohol, Drinking Blood, Kissing Characters: Virgil, Roman, Deceit Ships: Prinxiety, Anxceit, Prinxietceit, Eventual LAMPD/CALMD Universe: Plea for my New Self Rating: T Genre: Spicy Extra Vampire Nonsense

Chapter 29: Violence

Chapter 1 for New Readers - ffn mirror

“Thank you for the lovely idea, Roman dear. This was exactly what I needed,” Deceit cooed and clinked his plastic glass Virgil picked up at the liquor store with Roman’s, who cheered and happily tapped his cup to Deceit’s. They both took a long drink. Deceit held up his cup to Virgil and Virgil rolled his eyes and took a drink as Deceit leaned it back.

“When exactly did I become a chair?” Virgil asked, somewhere between disbelief and annoyance.

“When you dropped your shield. Hush with that tone, love,” Deceit kissed him on the cheek, and Roman giggled, kissing the other side.

“Fine, it’s lovely to have my two handsome boyfriends pinning me to the couch,” Virgil said sarcastically and Deceit put his cup back in Virgil’s face, having him take another drink.

“That’s more like it,” Deceit smirked and played with Virgil’s braid. “Thank you for keeping this, love,” He smiled softly. “So, we’ve drank, now tell me more about this bitch, Anton,” Deceit looked to Roman and prodded him.

“You already know about that bitch Anton,” Virgil chuckled, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“Hush, that’s not how this works,” Deceit tapped a finger over Virgil’s lips. Virgil huffed dramatically and glowered at him.

“He wears too much black! Virgil looks great in all black, and I think you look quite dashing in it as well, but he’s not a vampire! It’s the vampire look! He’s stealing it! And he can’t even pull it off! And what’s with the dumb goatee? He looks like a freakin’ Disney villain! He looks like he’d cackle on some bank roof somewhere with a sack that has a giant dollar sign on it,” Roman ranted and Deceit smiled, nodding along.

“Dreadful, absolutely horrific,” Deceit said and kissed Roman’s hand that was wrapped around Virgil’s shoulder. “How dare he get the role just because he’s older? Do the people running the show have no sense? You’re clearly the superior actor. And what gentleman doesn’t know how to waltz?” Deceit purred, stroking Roman’s ego.

“Exactly!” Roman shot, pointing at Deceit in agreement and took another drink. He leaned against Virgil and looked up to him affectionately. “Hey. I like your dumb face,” Roman grinned coquettishly.

“Well, your dumb face pisses me off,” Virgil groaned and made a face at them.

“You’re right, he does have a very punchable face. But it’s not charitable to punch someone with no ability to dodge or fight back, even though it’s hard to hurt him,” Deceit kissed Virgil’s temple and kept playing with and tugging at Virgil’s braid with the hand around his back. Roman smirked and flicked Virgil in the nose.

“I regret humoring you with alcohol,” Virgil grunted, leaning back further and resigning himself to the fate of being lovingly harassed by his boyfriends.

“He says he loves you,” Deceit purred, running his hand up through the back of Virgil’s scalp and loosening the braid a bit.

“I know he’s a surly drunk, and I think it’s cute,” Roman chuckled and played with one of Virgil’s hairs that popped loose from Deceit messing with his hair.

“You’re cute,” Virgil hissed an insult back at him. “Wait,” Virgil paused and glowered at Roman when he realized. Oh, son of a bitch.

“Ha! Fooled you!” Roman shot, settling in closer in Virgil’s lap. Damn, he was dumb.

“You walked right into that one, love,” Deceit kissed Virgil again. “You should call them,”

“What?” Virgil grimaced in confusion at Deceit, looking him up and down.

“Not you, beloved. Roman. You should call them, what’s stopping you?” Deceit sipped his drink again, looking pointedly at Roman.

“You’re not seriously-” Virgil was cut off quickly by a dramatic declaration from Roman.

“I’m calling them!” Roman shouted, putting down his drink and wrestling for his phone out of his pants pocket.

“You’re a fucking idiot and you chugged a lot of dumb bitch juice tonight, are you sure you should be calling anybody?” Virgil pushed down Roman’s shoulder so he’d struggle to pull the phone out and flopped his head back.

“I would love to shut you up, darling,” Deceit cooed and stroked his cheek.

“Shut him up!” Roman demanded, standing up off of Virgil’s lap and finally succeeding to fish his phone out of his pocket now that it wasn’t tight against his bent leg.

“Ro, this can’t be a-” Virgil interrupted again, but this time it was by Deceit kissing him, and he forgot whatever it was he was worried about. Virgil wrapped both his arms around Deceit, who shifted to the center of his lap.

“No fucking while I’m on the phone,” Roman said pointedly and put his phone up to his ear. Virgil would have loved to say ‘no promises’, but Deceit’s kiss didn’t relent and he quickly lost interest in sassing Roman.

“Hello, mom? Is dad with you? Yeah, I know it’s late. It’s important. Please get him,” Roman talked on the phone. Wait, what was he doing? Deceit yanked at his braid and intensified the kiss, and Virgil was distracted again.

“You’re a dirty enabler, you know that?” Virgil hissed when he pulled away.

“If I can’t corrupt the youth, then what are we even doing here,” Deceit whispered against his lips.

“I have a few choice ideas,” Virgil muttered back. Roman covered the receiver.

“Hey, I said no fucking while I’m on the phone,” Roman grunted and shot them an angry face.

“So get off the phone,” Virgil laughed airily.

“Am I on speaker now? Cool. Yeah, mom? Dad? I’m like, so gay. So very gay. So very incredibly gay. So very incredibly and fantastically gay. And I thought you should know. And I’m in a play and I’ll see if I can get Virgil to record it and send it to you, since you always came to my plays in high school. Thanks for that, by the way. Also, I’m thinking about changing my major. I’ll let you know what I pick. Have a marvelous night!” Roman hung up on them with a giant grin before they could respond.

“Go Princey!” Virgil cheered.

“Splendid job, darling,” Deceit purred and pulled up Roman’s hand to kiss his knuckles again. “Did you know that something that Patton asked me to pick up the other day in the group chat? I just couldn’t resist getting it,” Deceit said temptingly and shifted back to one side of Virgil’s lap. Oh Hecate, they had a group chat without Virgil. This won’t end well.

“They did?” Roman beamed with delight. “Damnit, we should have brought the good camera!” He snapped his fingers and looked annoyed.

“What are you two demons conspiring about now?” Virgil groaned, rubbing his face in exasperation.

“I bought you a dress for the paso doble. It’s burgundy and silk and I desperately want you to put it on, let your hair down, and dance with me,” Deceit held his drink back up to Virgil’s lip and Virgil took a long drink.

“Fine, you harpies will never let me live it down, will you?” Virgil whined bitterly and flipped his hand aggressively at them.

“Virgil has a DSLR in his room that I think will record if we hook it up to my laptop,” Deceit suggested in lieu of Roman’s 4K camera.

“You can’t be serious,” Virgil furrowed his eyebrows and looked to Deceit in concern.

“What? Patton wanted to see. Who am I to deny them the pleasure of you in a long flowy gown?” Deceit said airily, looking away.

“What is it with dressing me in flowy clothes tonight?” Virgil rolled his eyes, putting Deceit down on the couch to get up.

“It’s the vampire aesthetic, Virge. Read a harlequin novel,” Roman huffed, taking a sip of his drink quickly before heading into Virgil’s Room with him.

“You dressed me up like lonely housewife smut?” Virgil asked incredulously, pulling the DSLR out of one of his boxes of storage for Roman.

“Thank you!” Roman chimed and happily took the camera, turning it on and checking the modes right away. “It does record! Go put on the pretty dress,” Roman demanded brightly while he clicked around on the camera.

“Don’t think I won’t find some way to pay you back for this,” Virgil muttered and put a hand on Roman’s shoulder as he passed.

“Oh no, asking you to dance with your boyfriend so we can record it and make your other boyfriends and Pat happy. Truly something only a scoundrel would do,” Roman said sardonically and headed back into the living room with a huff.

“And they’re not going to question-” Virgil tried to dissent with the fact that they were here because Roman wanted to get drunk.

“Bup-bup-bup!” Roman interjected. “Less talky, more walky,” Roman said, making a walking figure with his fingers. Virgil hissed and glowered at him.

“It’s in my suit closet, love. I’ll help you zip in,” Deceit said. Virgil huffed and followed Deceit into the main bedroom.

“You two are incorrigible together,” Virgil pouted and crossed his arms.

“You love us,” Deceit smirked, pulling down the bag with the dress and unzipping it. It really was a beautiful dress. The quality of the fabric was impressive. “Come on, get in the dress and become my cape, darling,” Deceit pulled the gown out of the bag and draped it over his arm.

“You wanted this from the start, didn’t you?” Virgil squinted his eyes suspiciously at Deceit before throwing off his shirt and kicking out of his shoes and pants.

“I told you I was feeling nostalgic,” Deceit said plaintively, checking his nails. The dirty schemer. He passed over the gown and Virgil slipped in, and Deceit zipped him up as soon as it was in place.

“Where in the world did you even get a custom silk gown?” Virgil asked, noting how well it fit.

“I have my connections. Some of my suits are custom and my tailor was willing,” Deceit smirked and pulled off the hair tie, slipping a finger into the braid and pulling it apart effortlessly. “The waves from the braid will look particularly fetching with this dress,”

“And they didn’t question the completely different measurements from your own?” Virgil shot Deceit a look.

“Money talks, love. And If I send her a picture of how it fits, she’d likely agree to more. Lovely lady, honestly. Just the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. I couldn’t ask for a better tailor. She never compromises,” Deceit kissed Virgil’s neck as he lazily undid the braid.

“Are you two done yet? I need Deceit to log in to his dumb laptop!” Roman called. Deceit nibbled Virgil’s neck lightly and yanked the last of the braid out quickly.

“I’d love it if you put on sparkly glamor to go with the look, dear,” Deceit motioned to the mirror and spun as he left the walk-in closet with a brief wave. Virgil sighed, realizing he wasn’t drunk enough for this. “Yes, I’ll pour you another drink,” Deceit commented after a pause. Virgil switched his makeup to a dramatic cat eye and a bright red shiny lip for Deceit. He may as well look good. He stepped out into the living room and Deceit pushed a plastic highball of whiskey into Virgil’s hands as soon as he crossed the threshold. Virgil threw it back and smirked at Deceit. He was excited to dance with him again, even if snark kept coming out of his mouth. He was glad Deceit knew that, too.

“Wow, Virge… holy shit,” Roman said reverently, looking stunned as soon as he looked up from the laptop.

“Go kiss your boyfriend,” Deceit shoved him forward, looking very smug. “I told you a bright lip would look good. I need to put on the matching vest,” Deceit turned back into the bedroom. Matching vest? Virgil nearly turned around to see, but Roman’s face was too precious and he stepped forward to him and Roman went in for the kiss quickly. Virgil picked Roman up and spun him around once while they kissed.

Deceit returned a few minutes later, much longer than he certainly needed, and posed with his hands while clicking his heel. Virgil pulled away from Roman and turned to look. Deceit absolutely did order a matching suit to the dress. He really was the most extra being in existence. If it was possible to love him more, Virgil would.

“Let’s move the couch. Do adjust the exposure on the camera, darling, it’s not the best lit in here,” Deceit requested and picked up the coffee table to move out against the wall. Virgil picked up the couch and moved it into the front hall. “Is the camera ready to go, Roman?”

“Camera is ready and I await with bated breath!” Roman held his thumb up, sitting behind the laptop. Deceit and Virgil met in the center of the living room and Deceit shot Virgil a quick kiss before stepping back. “A little to the left. More towards me. There’s the center,” Roman said, leaning forward on his fists to watch.

“I hate you both,” Virgil sang sourly, turning around and grabbing the sides of the skirt. Deceit turned around with a click of his heel.

“I know darling, you’re just fabulous at expressing your ire,” Deceit cooed. “Take hold of the camera, Roman, because I will be tossing Virgil in the air and Pat won’t want to miss it,” Deceit said plaintively. A song clicked on after a moment, and they backed into each other and spun back to back while Virgil held out his skirt dramatically. Then they pivoted into each other and started dancing.

Deceit picked a very fast-paced song as usual, and they were shifting across the living room quickly to the beat, Virgil dancing on his toes and taking every chance to flip about his dress. The music intensified and Deceit flung Virgil about gracefully, flipping him in the air to a cymbal crash. Virgil kept his intense expression as he landed and swung Deceit back, then shot his leg between Deceit’s and danced against him before Deceit spun Virgil out and the dress fluttered wildly. He had a blast dancing with Deceit, and Roman’s wildly positive and excited moods just made it all the better. Virgil was mostly focused on dancing, but he caught Roman trying to keep up with the motion and follow them with the camera, arching the lens up when Virgil was flipped over Deceit’s shoulder and Virgil splayed his legs.

Virgil and his dress was out in a large arch and Deceit lifted him off the ground as the song swelled into the finale, and Virgil had to fight to keep his face serious and impassive as Roman fought back a cheer with an odd expression. Deceit flipped Virgil over his back one more time before they landed into a pose, Virgil grasping his skirts and spreading them in a bow, and Deceit poising with his arms in the air. Roman cheered so loud he had to slam his hand over his own mouth.

“Don’t get the cops called on us, love,” Deceit laughed and walked over to Roman. “Thank me later, Patton,” Deceit smirked into the camera before pressing a button on the laptop, probably ending the recording.

“I want photos of you two dancing on the ceiling,” Roman whined, pushing out his bottom lip and pouting at Deceit.

“I’m not getting scuff marks on my ceiling for you,” Deceit rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“Virgil’s dancing barefoot,” Roman huffed, motioning with his arm to Virgil.

“Clicking the heels is part of the style, love, and I don’t do things halfway,” Deceit said, clacking his dress shoe heel for emphasis.

“Then waltz! I would just fall to the floor, I can’t do it with him,” Roman pouted. “Please?” Roman drew it out with a rising inflection, worrying his bottom lip. “It barely affected you when Virgil flipped up with you last time, I saw!” Roman said pointedly, begging Deceit. Virgil wasn’t surprised Roman wasn’t pleading with him as well. Roman probably knew Virgil would give in. That theory about baby steps of escalation to get Virgil to give in was probably right. He may as well get this over with.

“He did a great job as a cameraman and you know he’ll get what he wants eventually,” Virgil chuckled breezily, walking up to Deceit and kissing his head.

“Because you’re so wonderful at resisting his charms,” Deceit rolled his eyes. “I can’t lead up there,” Deceit grumped and oh Hecate, he’s so cute with that pouty face. Virgil couldn’t resist kissing him again.

“It’s just the once, love,” Virgil smiled and held out his hand.

“Your dress will be in our faces in a hot second,” Deceit protested again, pulling at Virgil’s skirt which fluttered back down.

“I’ll extend it to a hot few seconds. Record it with a high frame rate so we can slow it down, Roman,” Virgil said, flipping his fingers towards him.

“You are a massive pushover,” Deceit glowered at Virgil, but softly smiled back after a moment of exasperation. Virgil and took his hand despite his multiple objections.

“Whenever you’re ready, Ro,” Virgil smirked and leaned down for a kiss. Roman trained the camera on the ceiling right above them.

“Ready!” Roman clicked the button and Virgil flipped to the ceiling, focusing hard on keeping his skirt up and twisting around in 5 seconds of waltz before they inevitably began to drop in his face, and Virgil flipped to the floor before he completely skirted himself on camera.

“Do you have telepathy or something? How did you do that?” Roman asked quickly as Virgil leaned in to kiss Deceit again on the ground.

“It’s arguably better, but less functional,” Deceit shrugged. “Come on, Roman. Let’s head to sit down in the bedroom. I think we can get another thing you want, if you’d like to join me,” Deceit said, pulling Virgil into the bedroom with him. Virgil groaned loudly in disapproval. Deceit shoved Virgil down to sit on the bed and took his place back in his lap like on the couch in the living room.

“Oh, let’s,” Roman smirked and sat back into Virgil’s lap as well.

“Do it,” Deceit hissed. “You know you’re just being stubborn,”

“Do it,” Roman echoed into his other ear.

“How in the actual fuck did I get two shoulder devils? You guys will be the end of me,” Virgil moaned, feeling in peril from these bastards.

“Come on, Virgil, you know you want to,” Roman smirked and held his wrist up to Virgil’s face.

“Oh, it’s more fun from the neck,” Deceit purred, pushing Roman’s arm down and pulling back Roman’s shirt.

“I can’t believe you two!” Virgil hissed angrily and tried to get up, but Deceit pushed back down on him, hard.

“You won’t care for long. AB-negative and whiskey? It’ll be amazing,” Deceit tempted him further, and Virgil froze. Damn it, he was right. “I know I am. If you won’t do it, I will. I have absolutely no qualms about drinking from Roman. He does smell delightful,” Deceit whispered. Hallowed fucking Hecate, somebody save him. Deceit just raised his eyebrow and kept his impish grin.

“I’ll need a huge breakfast, but I don’t mind if you want to try it,” Roman shrugged, unbuttoning the top buttons of his dress shirt.

“I will get you so many pancakes you’ll hate yourself,” Deceit smiled widely, flashing his fangs.

“This is happening whether or not I want it to, isn’t it?” Virgil sighed.

“Most definitely, quit being such a bitch and bite me. I want a gift, too,” Roman said proudly.

“Being drunk isn’t consent,” Virgil hissed.

“He wanted to before he was drunk, don’t be so stubborn,” Deceit kissed his ear and ran his hand through Virgil’s hair.

“Oh, just go for it D. He’ll give in if you do,” Roman shifted more of his neck to be available from his dress shirt and angled his head towards Virgil.

“Hey!” Virgil shot and tried to separate them, because Roman was so desperately and extremely right. Deceit ducked around his arm and bit Roman right in front of his face before he could stop them. Virgil winced and closed his eyes, but he could smell the blood and he already knew Roman had won. Deceit ran his nails across Virgil’s head and drank appreciatively, looking significantly drunker when he pulled back.

“Holy shit,” Roman muttered, looking dazed.

“Whoo!” Deceit shook his head. “That is potent,” Deceit pulled back and smirked, shifting out of Virgil’s lap, and wrapping Virgil’s arm around Roman, moving behind Virgil and laying his head on Virgil’s shoulder. “Go ahead, love,” He whispered softly, pushing Virgil’s head down lazily.

“Go on, Virge, D knows when to stop,” Roman goaded him forward again.

“Did you plan all this to get me to give in?” Virgil groaned, leaning in. Why all the schemes tonight, honestly?

“You would have given in eventually, you admitted it yourself. You just needed a little push,” Roman smiled and Virgil bit him. Roman let out a soft gasp and held on to Virgil tighter. It was extremely potent. It punched Virgil in the face with the first sip. It tasted so good it was unfair to his next twenty meals.

“You’re probably right about that,” Deceit smiled against his neck and kissed it. “Stop, darling,” Deceit whispered sweetly after a moment. Virgil stopped drinking and let a little more venom flow before pulling back.

“Hecate, I think I remember some Spanish,” Virgil shook his head in surprise after closing the puncture marks.

“Mm, I should have drunk after you. I’m slowly forgetting Danish,” Deceit cooed.

“I’m not a language remembering machine,” Roman rolled his eyes and lolled slightly against Virgil.

“Lay back, love,” Deceit cooed to Roman.

“’Kay,” Roman rolled off of Virgil’s lap and on to the bed.

“Go get him his food from the fridge. You’ll have to put it in a mug to nuke it. I still don’t have plates,” Deceit smiled against Virgil’s neck and planted another kiss there before pushing Virgil off the bed. Virgil shook his head and blinked again, heading to the kitchen to go throw Roman’s noodles in a mug to heat them up for him.

“Bring me water, too,” Roman grumbled and shifted into Deceit who laid back after Virgil got up.

When Virgil got back with a mug of hot penne and a mug of cold water, he rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorway. He was so done and too drunk for this. Roman and Deceit were kissing gently as they laid back on the bed.

“If you two hate each other again tomorrow, I’m not helping pick up the bloody aftermath,” Virgil groaned and shook his head slowly and bitterly.

“You think I’d kiss someone who didn’t like me back? You wound me. Roman would have kissed me sober, if I would have stopped snarking at him long enough to let him,” Deceit said, after pulling away stroking Roman’s face.

“Pat’s gonna be so jealous,” Roman chuckled, looking absolutely dazed and nearly glowing with joy.

“Virgil’s still extremely oblivious, don’t bother,” Deceit rolled his eyes. Virgil sat on the bed and held out the mugs for when Roman was ready to take them. Deceit helped Roman sit up and Roman reached for the mug of water first.

“Does Pat like D or something?” Virgil asked. Roman spit out his water laughing, and Deceit cackled wildly.

“That’s an understatement, love. You should hear the ideas they have,” Deceit cooed, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s neck and kissing him softly. “They’re just very shy as far as I can tell. I haven’t spent enough time with them to know how I feel, but I can’t say I’m not tempted by some of the scenarios,” Deceit pressed another few kisses into Virgil’s neck.

“Well, are you seeing D now?” Virgil asked, passing Roman the mug of penne.

“Were we not already seeing each other?” Roman laughed. Virgil shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Quit being a bastard and enjoy being drunk on Roman. Come cuddle me,” Deceit held his arms open and Virgil huffed and laid back into Deceit’s arms. Deceit laid down on the bed and enveloped him tightly, pressing kisses into his hair. Roman leaned against him while he ate his noodles, looking a little disheveled and extremely satisfied with himself. He was definitely blissed-out, missing every third giant bite of food.

“You got everything you wanted, didn’t you, you sneaky mother fucker,” Virgil looked up to Roman while Deceit affectionately nibbled his ear.

“Almost,” Roman smiled lackadaisically and tilted a bit. “I’m still owed enough pancakes that I hate myself,” Roman said offhandedly.

“And it will all be yours, my shimmering star,” Virgil hummed in satisfaction and rolled to kiss Deceit back.

“You know… Roman’s not on the phone anymore,” Deceit whispered softly after a few kisses.

“You two need a cold shower,” Roman chuckled, finishing his penne and laying back with them.

“We’re already cold, what would that accomplish?” Virgil looked at Roman with amusement.

“I wouldn’t mind taking a shower with you, Virgil,” Deceit raised his eyebrow salaciously.

“That’s it, I’m laying between you two,” Roman laughed and rolled over Virgil, sliding in between them. Virgil and Deceit smiled to each other and hugged Roman, planting kisses on either side of his cheeks.

“You think that’s going to stop us, Princey?” Virgil whispered into Roman’s ear and Roman shivered slightly.

“Be nice,” Roman huffed.

“We can be very nice, thank you very much,” Deceit smirked. “How nice would you like us to be?” Deceit slid a hand in Roman’s unbuttoned shirt.

“He really is an affectionate drunk,” Roman muttered, leaning in for the kiss Deceit offered.

“And I’m a bastard, what’s new?” Virgil chuckled. “It’s just kissing,” Virgil shrugged.

“It is? Skip your classes tomorrow, Virgil,” Deceit pouted, looking over Roman to Virgil like a sad puppy.

“I’m not sending Ro alone, that’s so rude. He’s drunk and blissed out, it’s not safe,” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“So is not spending more time with me,” Deceit pulled Roman closer, tugging Virgil with him.

“That is a conundrum,” Virgil mused, tapping on Roman while he thought. “Don’t you have clients tomorrow?”

“Fuck them,” Deceit reached over for Virgil’s hand and caressed it with his thumb.

“Gentleman, we’re all drunk, let’s not make plans for the next day,” Roman rolled his eyes, but he looked extremely pleased. Virgil could relate.

“It’s not that far until the next day, technically,” Virgil mused, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Shit, then we need to get me to a waffle house, stat,” Roman said resolutely.

“I suppose I will need a serious amount of black coffee to get you home soon,” Virgil mused, nestling slightly into Roman’s neck.

“That’s not getting me to waffle house, Virgil,” Roman laughed. Deceit nestled into his neck, too.

“Shh, you smell good,” Virgil muttered.

“You’ll wrinkle that silk gown if you lay on it too long,” Roman said off-handedly and smirked at Virgil.

“Shit!” Virgil shot up and retreated to the walk-in closet right away.

“You really are a crafty one,” Deceit cooed, and it sounded like they were kissing again while Virgil carefully hung the dress back up in its protective bag.

“That vest is silk, too, D,” Virgil reminded him as he slid his earlier clothes back on.

“Shh,” Deceit hissed and Roman giggled gaily from the bedroom.

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The End of Wanting pt 8

Hello there!!!! Long time no see. 2016 was crazy and then beginning of the year was not as crazy but yea. Thanks so much to everyone who wanted an update. I do this for you and because I love this story too.

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Michonne hummed softly to herself as she threw open the balcony doors to her room. The early, morning sun was making its ascension into the sky, its rays of light poured into her room. Michonne inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh tropical air, a hint of the sea and exotic flowers scenting the pleasant morning breeze. Michonne turned away from the balcony to finish getting dressed. She had already bathed with warm water provided by her lady’s maid and now she needed to find something to wear.

Michonne finally decided on a rose colored, flowing skirt, and an off the shoulder flowy, white top that barely covered her flat stomach. After Michonne was dressed she sat at her vanity and starred at her reflection in the mirror, wondering what she should do with her long dreads this morning. Humming to herself still, she gathered her hair up and began to fashion it into a side braid. As she worked on her task, humming happily, her eyes fell on a slender little vase she that sat on her vanity.

Michonne had crafted it herself several years ago, during an art lesson at her boarding school. The little vase wasn’t that well-crafted, but this particular morning it held a single red blossom, its middle a sweet yellow, that was already slightly wilting. It was one of the many Rick had given her over the past month during which the appraisal process had taken place. Today Rick was bringing over the final draft of the documents for her approval.

Another warm breeze swept through Michonne’s room, this time rustling the flower and Michonne smiled again, lost in her thoughts.

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Michonne opened the balcony doors of her room as she did every morning, surveying the land of her given when she spotted Rick. He sat tall atop a beautiful, reddish-brown stead as he galloped closer to her home. Michonne glanced over at the clock on the fire place mantel. It was only a quarter past 7. Rick was early for their 8am meeting.

Rick arrived in front of the mansion and dismounted his horse.

Rick lovingly stroked the horse’s flank. “Good job, Flame.” Rick spoke to the creature who enjoyed the praise. Rick stood tall, leaning closer to the horse. “Listen Flame. There is a very lovely horse in the stables called, Nellie.” Rick caressed a spot between the horse’s eyes and nose. “Perhaps you should put in a good word for me.” Rick said and laughed at the creatures uninterested look.

From her view point on the balcony Michonne nearly laughed at Rick’s conversation with his horse.

Noah came from the direction of the stables, already informed that Rick would be at The Kingdom most mornings.

“Good Morning, Sir.” Noah said with a smile. “I can take your horse for you.

"Good Morning.” Rick said returning the smile. “I am sorry I couldn’t introduce myself last time we met. I am Rick.” Gesturing toward his stead. “And this is Flame.”

Noah and Rick exchanged firm hand shakes. “I am Noah. Yea, Michonne didn’t think it was a good idea at the time.” Noah paused. “She said you were here to help?” Noah said, more question than statement, eyeing Rick.

“I am.” Rick said.

Noah and Rick looked at one another for a moment, a silent agreement of trust passed between them, before Noah nodded. Rick handed him the reigns and Noah began to walk away with Flame.

“Good morning, Michonne!” Noah suddenly called out. Rick frowned, looking around for where Michonne could be.

“Good morning Noah! Good morning Rick!” Michonne called down from the balcony. It was then Rick looked up the tall structure and noticed Michonne leaning against her balcony railing. Rick could feel the heat under his skin.

How long has she been there? Rick wondered in a panic. “Good Morning Michonne!” Rick called up to her, running his fingers through his brown hair nervously. “I’m a little early.”

“That’s good, that means we have time for Granny’s breakfast.” Michonne said with a smile. “Noah I will bring you some as well.”

A huge grin broke on Noah’s face and he waved. “See ya later then.” Noah said as he led Flame away to the stables.

“Oscar, will you see in Rick.” Michonne said “I will be down in a moment.”

Michonne grabbed the flower Rick had given her the night before in her garden, arranged it in her hair, and made her way down the stairs where Rick was in conversation with Oscar. Rick’s eyes found her immediately and they seemed to light up. Michonne felt a slight flutter in her heart.

Stop being foolish Michonne. She thought, admonishing herself.

Michonne and Oscar exchanged pleasantries before he excused himself, leaving the two alone. Michonne watched as Oscar walked away, turning to Rick, Michonne watched as his soft blue eyes traveled over her form, observing the flower he had given her the night before.

“You look beautiful.” Rick spoke softly, a smile on face.

“You’re too kind, Rick.” Michonne said, smiling back. “Come on, breakfast, then we have work to do.”

The two had a delicious breakfast courtesy of granny Jacqui, and headed to the stables where they dropped off some food for Noah. They mounted their respective steads and took a path through the cottages to land Rick would be appraising for the day.

Michonne was explaining harvesting practices when the two came across children heading to the schoolhouse located on The Kingdom property.

“Good morning everyone” Michonne said with a smile, dismounting Nellie. They all hugged Michonne, full of chatter. Rick dismounted Flame and stood watching Michonne with the children. They all clearly adored her. Rick looked at Michonne’s glowing face. She clearly adored them too.

“Who’s that, Ms. Michonne?” A little boy asked pointing at Rick.

Michonne looked at Rick. “This is Mr. Rick Grimes.” Michonne smiled at Rick as she turned back to the children. “Can you all say hello to Mr. Rick?”

A cheerful chorus of “Hello Mr. Rick” rang out. Nellie nervously moved back. Rick couldn’t help but smile.

“Why hello there.” Rick said smiling at the children, waving.

“Is that a royalty seal on your ring?” A little girl in a bright pink dress asked Rick, pointing to the signet ring that adorned his finger.

Rick looked down quickly at the ring then back to the child who asked.

“Yes, it is. It just means I have a title.” Rick answered as he smiled at her. “How did you know?” Rick asked as he absent mindedly twisted the ring on his finger.

“We’re learning about the English monarch and hierarchy in our history lessons.” A little boy in a green tank top and blue shorts said, a frown on his face.

Rick couldn’t help but laugh. “Not a favorite lesson I gather.”

The boy vigorously shook his head no which caused Michonne and Rick to laugh.

“I get good marks on all my lessons though.” The boy said quickly.

“Yes! Ms. Michonne gives a schilling if we do well on all our lessons.” The little girl in the bright pink sundress added.

“Yea! So, I work very hard in school.” The young boy in the bright green tank and blue shorts said.

“I do too, mon.” A child next to him said.

“I get higher marks than you!”

“Nah mon, Mrs. Becquet says I am her best student.”

The children were soon in an uproar, debating who was the better student or who their beloved teacher liked the best. Michonne looked at Rick, a small smile on her face, shaking her head. He smiled in return as she turned back toward the children.

“Now, now, now!” Michonne said loudly, the children immediately quieted down. Nellie neighed nervously and moved away from the commotion. “I remember getting a report that you all did well and giving all of you schillings.”

“Well is that so?” Rick said as he comforted Nellie, caressing the horse’s nose. A gesture not unnoticed by Michonne, who smiled at him. He gave her a wink as he kneeled in front of the children. “I tell you all what, if Michonne gets another good report from…Mrs. Becquet?” Rick paused and the children nodded affirming he had indeed said their teacher’s name correctly. “…I will give a schilling in addition to the one Michonne gives you.”

A chatter arose from the children. As Rick stood grinning at them and he looked over to Michonne who smiled at the children’s excitement.

Rick had an effortless charm and it was infectious as the children smiled up at Rick.

“So, we would get two whole schillings?” The young boy in a bright green tank and shorts asked Rick.

“Yes, sir Mr…” Rick confirmed, pausing so the child could say his name.

“I am Omar.” The boy said then pointing to the little girl in the pink sundress. “This is my sister, Deisha.” She waved at Rick, smiling, and one by one the children introduced themselves to Rick.

A bell rang out in the distance. The chatter among the children stopped.

“That’s the school bell. We better get going.” Omar said. “Bye Ms. Michonne, bye Mr. Rick.” The children all said their good byes and waved, running toward the schoolhouse.

“Have a good day in school!” Rick and Michonne called out in unison. They looked at each other smiling.

Michonne mounted Nellie again.

“Well you’ve certainly made their day.” Michonne said, as she watched Rick mount Flame.

Rick simply smiled “Learning about the monarch was my least favorite lesson as a child. I sympathize.” He replied, settling on flame.

“Come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Michonne said laughing.

That first day was spent exploring a few of The Kingdom’s fruit fields. Rick observed the production process and spoke with many of the farmers. He even held the soil the fruit was grown in, in his hands, observing its’s texture and moisture. The day was hot and long, they had barely even covered a 1/10 of The Kingdom property. Rick had arrived in normal English attire, his thick brown curls coifed perfectly, and polished boots. However, by lunch the jacket was gone, the sleeves of his pressed white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, his brown curls dripped with sweat, and the shine of his boots was gone.

They arrived back at the white mansion an hour before dinner. Oscar showed Rick where he could freshen up, having been invited by Jacqui the night before. After the meal, Rick and Michonne decided on another evening walk, this time adjourning to the beach just beyond the dining hall. Rick and Michonne left their shoes on the veranda. They each enjoyed the soft sand under their feet, together they took in the sounds of the island. The sea against the beach, the birds singing, tree frogs croaking, and the crickets created a soothing lullaby to the end of a long day.

Reaching the halfway point of the beach, they sat in the sand side by side and watched the waves against the shore. Rick breathed in the air and exhaled slowly.

“What a beautiful night.” Rick said

Michonne looked over at Rick. It was so hard not smile looking at him. He looked so young, his legs pulled up, his forearms resting on his knees, his head resting against them, his mess of brown curls grazing his forehead, as he gazed out to the sea. It’s surface glittered as the starlight danced on its surface.

“It really is.” Michonne said, still looking over at Rick.

Rick could feel her eyes were on him, no longer on the sea in front of them. He turned to look at her and struggled against the involuntary feeling of his breath being taken away. Michonne lay against the sand, propped up on her elbows, her form long and lean, her rich brown skin glowed against the sand, the moonlight made her skin shimmer in its light.

Her beauty literally took his breath away. Rick took a deep breath as he looked at the flower in her hair. The little flower Rich had gotten from the garden hadn’t survived the long day. Rick reached over without thinking and caressed the wane petals.

I can’t believe she kept this since last night. Maybe… Rick thought, allowing his mind to wonder.

Michonne’s breath hitched when she saw Rick reach for her. She couldn’t move, anticipating his touch, his skin upon hers, but he merely caressed the flower still in her hair. Then his eyes found hers and they couldn’t look away from each other. Michonne reached up to pull the flower out of her hair, their fingers touching fleetingly, sent a current of energy through them. Their mouths opened in a silent gasp and they broke eye contact, Rick took his hand away, as Michonne pulled the flower from her locs.

“This flower has seen better days.” Michonne mused, holding the flower gently in her hands.

“I will bring you more.” Rick said, as he sat up straighter, stretching his legs in front of him, his body tilting towards her in the sand. “I quite like the look of flowers in your hair.” His blue eyes shone bright against the glowing night sky.

Michonne looked at him, captivated, she could feel her heart beginning to beat faster in her chest.

I’m surrounded by flowers. Every morning there is fresh cut flowers in the vases around my home. I could go to the garden right now and pick entire bouquet of flowers for my hair if I wanted.

Michonne ignored her thoughts. He already knows that.

Michonne’s eyes searched the face of the man beside her. She smiled.

“I would like that. Thank you, Rick.”

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Michonne smiled at the flower in the vase as she finished her braid. Rick kept his word and brought her flowers for her hair every day. Since today Rick was only bringing documents for Michonne to make her final assessments and sign them, he would arrive after lunch. Michonne felt an ache in her chest but it went away just as suddenly as she had felt it.

Michonne stood from her vanity and reached for the blossom.

I love our evening walks, he said as he reached over and plucked the red blossom from a bush in her garden. It will be strange not to see you every day, he said handing her the flower.

Michonne closed her eyes, forcing the memory away and arranging the flower in her locs. She observed herself in the mirror one last time before heading about her morning activities.

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Rick stood in Paul’s study at Hilltop as Paul and Gregory looked over the contract he had been working on for a month. Paul nodded. “This is very good Rick. Everything appears to be in order.” Paul said looking from the document. Gregory frowned to himself before standing up. He opened his mouth to speak but he caught sight of Rick.

Rick stood rigid like a tiger ready to pounce. Since that evening in his billiard room Gregory did his best to avoid Rick. Obeying Rick’s command that when Michonne was present for her assessment of the Hilltop that he be out of sight. It was a blessing that working on the appraisal had kept him busy and away from his home. Rick was usually gone before breakfast and returned well after dinner which suited Gregory just fine. Gregory quietly lamented bringing the Grimes family into his business. Gregory still wanted The Kingdom land but with Rick acting as their personal guard dog he was uncertain as to how that would happen.

“Is everything ok, Gregory?” Rick asked, his voice polite and concerned but when Gregory looked in Rick’s eyes they were cold. Gregory nervously cleared his throat.

“Yes Rick. You did a fine job. Everything appears to be in order, I am going to take my leave.” Gregory nodded to his son and Rick, quickly leaving the room.

Paul was busy blowing the ink dry on the documents. “He’s still afraid of you.” Paul said not looking up from his task.

Rick sighed as began preparing his attaché for the documents. “I try to imagine what kind of man he would be if more people challenged him.” Rick said as he walked over to the desk. Paul looked at Rick then, handing him the documents.

“I can only imagine. You’re the only one brave enough to do that.” Paul laughed as he watched Rick arrange the documents in the protective leather satchel. “Please do send Ms. Moreau my regards. I certainly hope and her father accept our dinner invitation.”

Rick swallowed. I was planning to forget all about such an invitation, He thought.

Michonne and Paul got along quite well whenever she visited for her assessment. Rick supposed they, being the children of merchants and then running their family businesses they did share a great deal in common. However, he couldn’t imagine subjecting her and her father to an entire evening of his family and the Rovias.

“I’ll be sure to ask.” Rick said as he turned from Paul heading toward the door.

Rick inhaled the afternoon air and smiled as he rode Flame. Rick was ecstatic to be away from the Hilltop estate and on his way to The Kingdom. He gotten used to being there every morning well late into the night but as his appraisals were coming to a close he no longer had any plausible reasons to be there as often.

Rick loved every second he got to be there. Rick loved how happy everyone was. Everyone who worked for the Moreaus did nothing but praise them. Ezekiel was revered for his hard work. Rick was told he was born with nothing but ambition and he turned it into The Kingdom. Rick found that especially inspiring considering what Jamaica had gone through to earn its independence.

Rick more than anything loved being around Michonne. He had never known a woman more brilliant. He could listen to her plans and dreams for hours. Michonne is patient, kind, and stern when she needed to be. Rick smiled recalling her playful nature. Sometimes they greeted the children after school and when the day’s appraising was done. They would all play games, running and laughing. Oh, how she laughed and made silly faces with the children. God, he loved her laugh, her smile. Rick sighed softly to himself as he tried to refrain his self from thinking of her beauty, her gorgeous figure. He longed to touch her and hold her. To press his lips against hers.

Rick desperately wanted to declare his romantic intentions, he wanted to court Michonne properly. He observed no other suitors which would have surprised him if he didn’t witness for himself just how little Michonne socialized with anyone outside of her family and friends who worked with the Kingdom.

As Rick continued down the path to the Kingdom he came upon a single white flower in a patch of tall grass. Rick halted Flame and dismounted. Rick plucked the little flower from the earth, an exquisite, exotic blossom with a rich, floral scent. Rick smiled as he inhaled its fragrance, his thoughts of Michonne.

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Michonne sat in her study waiting for Rick’s arrival, suddenly feeling forlorn. She tried to busy her mind. Throughout the day, it raced with intrusive sad thoughts, she simply didn’t understand why she was so sad. Michonne sighed as she tried to review a map of the Kingdom. It detailed every single piece of land her family owned.

I was perfectly happy this morning.

Well, yes of course, when you remember how much you enjoy Rick’s company. Michonne frowned at her thoughts.

You’re going to miss him

The realization made Michonne gasp.

Knock, Knock

A knock sounded at her study door then, startling her. Michonne rose quickly from her sit. “Please come in.” She called out. Marie opened the door. “Lord Grimes to see you ma'am.”

“Oh, Marie you know by now you can call me Rick.” Rick jested as he walked into the room. He looked at Marie with a grin on his face an eyebrow raised, his blue eyes sparkled playfully.

“My apologies Lor- Rick” Marie said as she giggled. “It’s hard a habit to break.”

Rick smiled at Marie. “Well try harder, young lady.” At this Marie giggled harder, amused at being called young being twice his age.

Michonne watched Rick effortlessly charm the housekeeper. Marie giggled more as she shook her head. “You need to watch this one” Marie said as she pointed a finger at Rick. He made a face if to suggest “Who me?” It was Michonne’s turn to laugh.

“I will keep an eye on him don’t worry Marie.” Michonne said as Rick gazed into her eyes.

Marie took her leave and Rick approached Michonne’s desk, pulling the paper work from his attaché. Michonne’s study was a cozy little room. Cherry wood furniture, mahogany wood floors, two book shelves filled with books, a little fireplace, and a white settee adorned with soft pink pillows with beautiful embroidery. There were fresh cut flowers in vases, elegantly arranged around the room. Rick had grown quite familiar with space, on some long days they would retire to her cozy study, their conversations changing from business affairs to their favorite pastimes and their dreams for the future.

Michonne gestured toward a chair across from her desk. Rick took a sit placing the paper work on her desk as he sat. As Michonne sat, Rick seemingly pulled a flower from nowhere, offering it to her, smiling sweetly at her. Michonne laughed as she settled into her cushy chair. She reached for the flower and their fingertips brushed ever so slightly against each other. Rick’s skin reddened and Michonne suppressed a gasp because as usual something powerful flowed between them.

“Thank you, Rick.” Michonne smiled at him before she gazed at the little white flower, she began to place the flower in her hair just near the red blossom he gave her yesterday. “It’s beautiful.”

Rick simply smiled back, basking in her beauty was a privilege he felt he didn’t deserved. Incidentally the two flowers matched her attire perfectly. The white top that she wore revealing her luscious brown shoulders, he marveled at the slope of her neck, the strength of her arms. Her smile was so captivating he sat mesmerized.

“Michonne it’s your exquisiteness that truly enhances the beauty of that flower.” Rick spoke softly his voice deep and husky.

He had always wanted to speak these kinds of words to her but could never find the courage. Perhaps because Rick knew that instead of seeing Michonne everyday their time was limited. It pained him deeply.

Michonne’s eyes grew wide at his words. Her heart began to beat faster. “Rick…” Michonne began to speak, breathlessly.

Knock Knock

A knock at the door startled them both and the door began to open Michonne sat up straight in her sit to observe who it was as Rick turned his body toward the door. Ezekiel entered the room.

“Hello papa.” Michonne said smiling, trying to calm her rapidly beating heartbeat. Rick stood to greet Ezekiel and the two men shook hands. Rick resumed seating in his seat and Ezekiel towered over his daughter’s desk. “Papa, Rick is just showing me the final contract.” Michonne said as she gestured to the papers Rick placed on her desk. “Would you care to review them with me?” she asked.

“No, no baby girl. The Kingdom is in very good hands.” Ezekiel smiled at his child. His gaze fell upon the flowers in her hair as Rick busied himself arranging the papers over her desk. “So, once we sign this contract we’ll not have any further…complications with Hilltop?” Ezekiel asked Rick.

“Yes, sir. The Hilltop and The Kingdom will be partners.” Rick said flashing a quick nervous smile to Ezekiel.

“Excellent. I bet it will be nice to finally settle into your life there and not have to be here so often.” Ezekiel said, smiling down at Rick. Over the past month, Ezekiel had begrudgingly accepted Rick’s presence in his home and around his child for the sake of getting rid of the Rovias, but it had pleased him none.

“Why my boy, I saw you more in my home then my own child. You were at my dinner table more than me!” Ezekiel said as he chuckled. “Your family will be so relieved to have suppers with you again.” Rick and Michonne glanced at one another, the sadness palpable between them, not at all lost on Ezekiel.

“Yes sir, but they know that I am working. My absences haven’t troubled them at all.” Rick lied, remembering a conversation he had once with his mother.

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Rick arrived back to the Hilltop from another late evening at The Kingdom, he had had supper, and then Michonne and he wondered aimlessly on the beach. To his surprise his mother had been up waiting for him in the sitting room, the fireplace roared in front of her.

“My dear son, you’re working far too hard.” Georgina Grimes fussed at her child, as she sat swinging her lace fan about her face.

“The Moreau’s have been kind to let me have supper with them after a long day’s work, mother.” Rick said thinking about his now routine nightly walks with Michonne after dinner.

Tonight, it had been the beach and he regaled her with a tale of eating the spiciest pepper in the world while he was in India. The enthusiasm with which he told the tale made her laugh aloud, the musicality of the sound made his heart race, he so delighted in being the one to elicit the sweet melody.

His mother wanted him to become more acquainted with the other European settlers living on the island. Something he couldn’t do if he was always away when his mother and Mrs. Rovia held dinner parties.

“Darling, it seems we will be here for some time and we need to maintain our good name in society.” Georgina Grimes said as she stood, walking over to her son, looking up at him as she caressed his face. “Who knows my darling, perhaps you may meet the next Lady Grimes here. There are so many families from home here. I know more than one of them has a daughter-”

“I understand, mother.” Rick said quickly, he leaned over and kissed her check. “It’s late. You should get some rest.”

Georgina Grimes smiled at her son. “Stop avoiding my dinner parties, Rick.” She said pointing at him as she walked away.

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“In fact, to celebrate our new partnership The Rovias are having a small dinner with some partners and friends,” Rick said, looking back and forth between Ezekiel and Michonne, trying to gauge their reaction. “They would be most honored if you’d both attend.”

Ezekiel began to frown.

“I am sure they believe since Mr. Rovia apologized for his appalling remarks, and you both accepted his apology, you would be more inclined to join the dinner,” Rick said, he swallowed nervously “but I know that apologies don’t always guarantee forgiveness.”

The room was silent was for quite awhile. During their past month working together and before Michonne was to go to Hilltop to assess their operations, she explained to Rick the reason for her intense dislike of Gregory Rovia.

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During a meeting between the Rovias and Moreaus that had taken place at the Hilltop settlement, the group had once again been unsuccessful to agree upon an arrangement between their two businesses. Michonne and Ezekiel departed Gregory’s study, escorted out by their housekeeper.

On this particular day, Michonne wore a garment she worn a great deal while she was in Paris. An airy, flowy day dress that was often worn with long gloves. Michonne had taken them off once they were deep in negotiations and on her and her father’s hasty departure she had forgotten them. They were a present from her schoolmate Maggie and Michonne wanted to retrieve them. The housekeeper, who was quite elderly, had merely shown them the door and hobbled away. So Michonne headed back to Gregory’s study on her own.

At this precise moment, Gregory Rovia was lamenting to his son how he detested doing business with the Moreaus. “My Goodness in my day…we wouldn’t have this…complication with these darkies!” Gregory said pacing back and forth.

“Well father according to my historical lessons the way things would have happened in your day ended with the Jamaicans and French defeating us.” Paul said, amused seeing his father so frustrated as he paced back and forth.

“Blasted French, cowards!” Gregory huffed angrily. “If I had still been in service to the crown during that, believe me we would’ve won. We’d-”

“Murdered innocent families and enslaved the good people of this island!”

Gregory and Paul’s head snapped up, looking toward the doorway. Michonne stood there, head high, shoulders back, her breathing quickening in the midst of her rage.

“You would have murdered mother.” Michonne spoke the words quietly but loud enough for them both to hear. Paul’s eyes widened in horror at her statement as he watched her.

Michonne walked into the room, quickly locating her gloves on the table. Michonne leaned over to retrieve them and then she turned to the now silent men. “I am afraid The Kingdom has no interest in doing business with Hilltop Trading Inc.” Michonne said as she stared at the Rovias, Gregory’s eyes faltered and he looked away from her. Paul opened his mouth to speak but Michonne then turned on her heel and walked out of the study.

Michonne’s vision began to blur but she wouldn’t allow a single tear to spill over Gregory Rovia’s callowness. Michonne moved quickly to the front door but Paul managed to catch up with her.

“Please, Ms. Moreau, I am deeply sorry for your lose and my father’s ignorance.” Paul said “I do not share in his way of thinking, I give you my word on that as gentleman.”

Michonne blinked back her tears and turned to face Paul. “Unfortunately, Mr. Rovia we can’t do business. I despise your father.” Michonne said as she turned to leave but Paul ran to block her path.

“Please, forgive me, Madam.” Paul said as Michonne gawked at his attempt to block her exit. “Michonne, my father is an insufferable bigot and I won’t pretend he is otherwise but Hilltop will not be under his management forever. It barely is now.” Paul took a deep breath as spoke again and Michonne relaxed her shoulders as she listened to Paul’s reasoning’s.

“Ever since I was a little boy my dream has been to run The Hilltop. The key to us making it here is the Kingdom, I know it. A partnership with your company will open up an entire new world for us.” Paul said as he searched Michonne’s eyes eagerly “Please reconsider.”

Michonne had reconsidered as Rick had learned. Well of course she had or he wouldn’t be here “We both want the betterment of our family’s businesses and in truth I’ve wanted European partnership for the Kingdom, it would mean more buyers, I had hoped with the French but they’re in no position for new trade business at the moment.” Michonne revealed to Rick when she had told him of Gregory’s misdeed.

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“I am not one for these sort of dinner parties.” Ezekiel snarled, stroking his beard.

Rick nodded despondently, as he looked at the papers on Michonne’s desk.

“Well then, I must attend on the Kingdom’s behalf.” Michonne said looking up at her papa. Rick’s eyes shot up to look at Michonne, wide with surprise and glee.

Ezekiel frowned but Michonne continued. “It’s important to know more about new business partners, papa.”

Ezekiel looked into his child’s eyes. This was a battle he would not win and he sighed. “You’ll need a chaperone.”

“Papa,” Michonne said as she now sighed.

“I will be in attendance. I will be certain that Michonne is looked after…uh that everything goes well.” Rick spoke up quickly, easily.

Ezekiel’s frowned deepened, his entire demeanor cloudy but Michonne turned to Rick, smiling brightly.

“See papa, Rick will be sure that I am well looked after.” Michonne said as the two stared into each other’s eyes. Rick couldn’t help but smile. Michonne returned his smile and then looked at the papers on her desk. “Now it’s time to finalize this deal.” Michonne continued just as Ezekiel opened his mouth to protest.

“Papa, I think you should still go over these with me.” She said turning to look at him. “This a big change for the Kingdom.”

Ezekiel looked at his child and nodded, taking the seat next to Rick in front of her desk. Michonne went through all the important details of the contract with her father. Michonne paused waiting for her father to ask any questions once she finished but Ezekiel only gave a somber nod. Michonne dipped her quill into the inkwell situated on her desk and signed the document just below the signatures of the Rovias. Then Ezekiel did the same. It was done.

The trio sat in silence again for a long moment. Then Rick turned in his seat to partially face Ezekiel, his hand out stretched to shake Ezekiel’s. “Welcome to Hilltop/Grimes inc” Rick said looking up at the tall man beside him. Ezekiel eyed Rick’s hand for a moment before he shook it.

“Thank you.” Ezekiel said, as the two released hands and he stood. “Well I am going for a walk. You take care, Rick.”

“Michonne I would like you to join me.” Ezekiel said, as he reached the door to her study.

“Yes, papa. Just let me file these papers, show Rick out, and I will be right with you.” Michonne said smiling at her father.

Ezekiel laughed loudly. “Busy girl, eh.” He said as he opened the door to her study. “In the garden, yea?”

“Yes, papa.” Michonne said smiling at her father before her eyes returned to the papers she signed. She blew softly on the ink to ensure it was dry.

Ezekiel lingered a moment at her door watching his child who was no longer a child and his eyes then fell on the Englishman who pretended to be interested in the time on his pocket watch. Ezekiel sighed softly to his self and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Michonne and Rick listened to him walk down the hall. Rick put his pocket watch away and Michonne no longer paid attention to the paperwork. The ink had long since dried and she quickly put the contracts away in a protective sleeve. She took a deep breath and looked at Rick.

Immediately their eyes found one another. “So, this is our last time working together?” Rick asked, a sad smile on his face.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Michonne replied, sliding a map across the desk to Rick.

He raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes suddenly alight as he leaned over the desk to observe it closer. He recognized it as the one Michonne used to keep track of how much land the Kingdom owned, where it was located, and how to get to each location. Rick eyed the map and then looked at Michonne, quizzically.

“Do you remember when you first dined with my family and my papa mentioned a cottage?” She asked starring into his eyes before her own fell back unto the map.

“Yes.” Rick said following the gaze of her eyes.

“I believe it’s here.” Michonne said as her fingers ran over a hand drawn image of thick trees against the back drop of a mountain, located several yards from the white mansion. “I want to find it and I want you to go with me.” She said looking up at Rick, trapped in the spell of his blue eyes, her eyes exploring his, his eyes searching the sweet brown eyes she possessed.

Without thought or preamble Rick spoke. “I am with you.”

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