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wideeyedsmile · 2 years

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The Notes You Left

(If you have no idea what is happening please see this post here. Yes a couple people asked for this. You have been warned)

ACTUAL Author's Note: Please note that this is a fic within in a fic. The "author" is a gotham citizen who, like many women her age in gotham, ship the Batman with Bruce Wayne, unaware that they are the same person. Any authors notes from Me, the real life author, will be noted as ACTUAL authors notes. "Authors Notes" are part of the plot, make sure to read them. If you leave questions or suggestions I will clarify whether its Me (the Actual Author, aka Kris) or the fictional author that replies. Also: this has not been edited very well and was written on my phone inbetween shifts at work. If the grammar or spelling is bad just lemme know and I'll edit it.

Author's Note: Hey guys! My name is Melanie, this is my first fic on here! I only recently found the Batman x Bruce Wayne shippers online and MY GOD you guys are such good writers! As with most fics, I'm gonna be using the name that others in the fandom have come up with for Batman. I know there are a few names popping up but this is the one I see the most. ALSO: This fic starts about a year and a half after Batman first started popping up so thats why everyone is so young in this! They'll age up as we go! If anyone has any Batman info that I might've missed or that you think could be useful just leave it in the replies! Same goes for the Wayne family!

Chapter 1:

Despite what the media may think of him, Bruce is not, in fact, a complete idiot. Yes, he's super rich, and yes, he definitely gets around, but he's not as stupid as the public seems to think. He's trusted by the board, and thus knows when things at Wayne Enterprises aren't going to plan.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the tenth time that prototypes have been stolen like this from the company. As with the last nine times, we've already involved the police, but we both know how this is going to go. This man didn't leave a trace behind. We have to start an inside investigation or else this will keep happening" Lucius told him. And it was true, no one could find the missing tech.

Well, that isn't quite true.

They could easily find it, they just didn't have a way of getting it back.

10 times. 10 times Wayne Tech prototypes have gone missing. And 10 times the Batman has shown up with very similar tech afterwards.

By this point everyone knew about him. No one knows who he is or exactly what he is. But for a year and a half he's been doing better at controlling Gotham's crime rates than the police have ever dreamed of doing. Some think he's God's gift to Gotham. Others think he's the Devil himself. Bruce, however, finds him intriguing. He always loved a good mystery, and this man was a mystery in combat boots.

Bruce had a system by now. Make 2 duplicate prototypes of everything. It's worked the past 7 times, with only one per going missing. And even for the first 3 times, notes would be found 3 weeks later, presumably from Him, providing notes on what could be improved and various diagnositic reports that he had run. The only reason Bruce didn't turn those handwriting samples into the police was because those diagnostic reports and improvement notes were always extremely helpful. At this point, he almost awaits the notes him and the tech team will get from the Bat, knowing that it will help make a more marketable product in the end. Maybe even take out some villains in the process.

"How much money are we wasting just letting this continue?" One of the other board members asked.

"We aren't letting it continue, we are buying our time. I don't want an in-person visit from you-know-who." Lucius explained.

"Mr. Wayne, what are we suppose to do about this?"

"Well, the financials from last quarter came back. Those first 2 prototypes were released officially, and did great. Maybe 2 minor bugs reported. And thats much less than the 27 major bugs reported by you-know-who. Who knows, if we really start running the numbers, we might be profitting off him." Bruce said.

"Did he leave another typewriter note?" Lucius asked.

"Yes. Tech team found it this morning" Bruce said. That was a lie. All the notes were handwritten. Done in one hell of a rush with some very shaky writing. Every few weeks, Bruce would spend maybe an hour transcribing it on a typewriter to give to the tech team. He couldn't explain why he was so devoted to helping the Bat, but it was such an interesting mystery to him that he almost didn't wanna know the answer.

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"Mr. Wayne! I've got something I wanna show you!"

Bruce turned to see who was calling out to him, even though he could've guessed easily. Every Sunday after the board meeting, Bruce makes his way to the engineering lab at Wayne Tech. And every Sunday, Abel wants to show him something.

Abel Bates was one of the first hires Bruce made upon returning from his travels abroad. He had just finished his time in Japan when Abel applied for a lead tech engineer position. Fresh out of grad school, he showed potential in applied tech. Both the more experimental things and simplier, household appliances.

"Abel.... why the hell am I looking at a straw?" Bruce asked. Quite literally the only thing on the table was a single bendy straw.

"I know it doesn't look like it Mr. Wayne, but this is possibly the best thing I've ever invented"

"Abel you've worked here for 2 years please stop calling me Mr. Wayne. I'm 28, I'm not that old." He said. Abel was only 2 years younger, and yet always insisted on calling him "Mr. Wayne". Bruce respected him, and would honestly love to be friends with him, but he can't drink a glass of wine or whiskey with someone who called him "Mr."

"Sorry Bruce. Old habits die hard, ya know? Anyway, I think this could really be something amazing! The chemical compounds took a while to get right, and figuring out the right elasticity and texture, and how the bend should work-"

"Ok listen unlike you I don't have a degree in this, so just tell me why a straw is so important."

"Yeah, ok. So, people with a wide array of disabilities can't use reusable straws. Like if someone has involuntary movements the metal straws could break a tooth. If someone has trouble moving the silicone straws won't work cause they don't bend right. Disposable straws are the only ones that tend to work right, because they bend correctly and are soft. Well, I was thinking about it, and I decided I would fix that! Make a reusable straw that is accessible to disabled people and that won't cause them any sort of pain."

This is why Bruce hired Abel. He's very offbeat, very socially awkward at times, and often in his own head. But due to constantly being left alone with his thoughts, he thinks about the stuff no one else bothers to. Thus he'll invent something you never realized was a necessity.

"Have you done any testing? You know, just to make sure you aren't gonna hurt someone with this?"

"Not a whole lot. We did take it over to Gotham Medical and had some stroke victims try it. They were able to use it just fine. We had the caretakers try to wash it and thats where we're running into trouble. It's a bit too much on the thin side, but if we make it thicker we run into the problem the silocone straws have." Abel explained. "We'd also lose the bending mechanism and I worked hard on that".

"Do you have any ideas to fix it?"

"Not yet, but I'm gonna keep working on it."

"Well, I think it's a great idea. I do have to ask why you know so much about straws and disability though." Bruce asked.

"I saw a story in the paper a few months ago. A teenage girl had a seizure while she had a metal straw in her mouth. Her jaw clamped down, and afterwards her family had to ask for donations to help with the dental work. It made me really sad and so I researched if thats a common problem and turns out it is! So, yeah, working on fixing it." Abel explained. As per usual, he couldn't look Bruce in the eye while speaking. He looks so shy and yet could talk and talk for hours while never really looking at you.

"Didn't expect you to be a newspaper guy."

"Gotta support local journalism!"

"I feel like you could do that by reading a blog."

"Blogs don't pay the bills"

"I suppose." Bruce said. "Hey, were you able to get any of the bugs from the latest note fixed?"

"I haven't, no. I think its Claire who's working on that. Apparently she knows a lot about gas masks cause the second that note showed up she had all sorts of ideas on how to fix it." Abel explained.

"Alright, just ask her to text me when she has updates. Listen, I gotta go. I've got lunch with Lucius. You should come with us one of these days!"

"Maybe. You have a good one Mr. Wayne!"

"Stop calling me that!" Bruce said before closing the door behind him.

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Abel looked around the lab. Logan had just finished a new fabric prototype, meant to be used in gliders. Abel, however, had other plans for this.

Bats can fly. Maybe he should too.

#idk what to tag this fic #bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne/batman #bruce wayne x batman #batfamily #batman fanfic #lowkey crack fic #i haven't written fanfiction in years bare with me #if stuff isn't comic accurate oh well #the notes you left #gotham citizen au

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violetsystems · 1 year

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#personal

Of all the things I'm known for here including writing three paragraphs long form and researching the taxonomy and order of fruit? Not a lot of people knew it was my birthday this week. I don't have an active Facebook anymore so I don't think anyone would know. People find ways to show it even when they can't be high key about it. I can't really be too high key anymore about things I'm known for. Mostly because I'm sure it's pretty much understood at this point. That and active sabotage and retaliation by jealous people including the police and the people that work with them. When people forget you then you tend to focus on the people who don't. And Tumblr has been a refuge for me in terms of friendship over the years. Not a lot of people would be held captive this long to me ranting and understand the character arc of it. But a lot of what's happening around me in real life is rooted in populism and some form of social justice cucking. Like you haven't done enough for the community. So much so that people want to make sure they grief the birthday you had that they pretend to not know the day of. So much so that people out here in all walks of life make me out to be a villain they'd never even address by name. I'm some legend. Some terrorist. Some spy. Some mentally ill writer on the internet. Some lone wolf. Someone who doesn't follow subliminal and forced peer directions from a bunch of people hiding from the consequences of their actions over time. Most of what I experience on a daily basis is isolation, intimidation and retaliation because I haven't fallen in line with the herd. But it's gotten so bad that I've resigned myself to rely on what I already know. That even if people like to show in public that they can bully me behind the scenes online it's a different story. I'm sure people try and I've blocked a lot of people trying to make me think they're side blogs. But as a genuine person who knows nothing else other than being hardcore, you begin to innately know when someone is full of shit and when someone is being nice to you. I think it comes down to the fact that I think before I click. Just like I think and talk a lot in my kitchen to myself about how I feel about the world. I want to be sure when I interact with people. Just like I want to be sure people aren't using my birthday for some organized crime organization's initiation. Nobody baked me a cake and made me an offer I can't refuse. At least not in real life. But about a year ago around this time, I started taking my interactions with certain people a little more seriously. A vibe I'm sure that's grown over time in an unspoken friendship. Enough for people to quietly whisper just what this old, weird guy on the internet is all about. I don't feel old. Not as old as the people flailing around me. And they're younger than me.

People go along with populism in difficult times because things are rough. Around two and a half years ago I was let go from my job and forcibly retired. I didn't really understand what retirement was because I worked solid for twenty years. My friends at my old job distanced themselves out of fear. And I started to learn that a lot of my life was just forgotten about. I still had a roof over my head and resume. I created a company to try to work for myself. I got shunned more than I could possibly explain. The motives are clear. People in this neighborhood that I've lived in for over twelve years now compare themselves to me. Claim I don't belong here for probably more obvious reasons than we'd like to get into. I definitely don't own property. My situation is an experiment in population density which explains why I feel like a lab rat for politicians and protestors alike out here. The secret with everyone is that they think everything is a protest and every protest is a provocation. And people with tax payer funded jobs think it's their right to follow suit especially when they have a whipping boy. I am that scapegoat. I've lived it for years on this blog even before the accusations switched from being white and affluent to being attracted to women and posting fashion related pictures about them. People are always looking for something to neg you about. They probably learned it from men who control and dominate women in relationships with that same fucking stupid technique. You feel awkward and self conscious around someone you think has it all. So you constantly and subliminally break their balls if they have them. I'm no different. I was always trying to learn from the critique I thought was valid from the community I was part of for over two decades. The arts community or as I like to call it... a tax write off charity case for rich people to fuck with. You'd think leaving that community would be less pretentious. But I'm out here defending my right to breathe because I don't own property that has lost it's value over the last two years that also is being taxed unfairly. That is if you don't understand that people like me were the Petri dish for politicians to claim they created communities focused on walkable streets, public transportation, and diversity of culture. All for a tax break that people didn't get the memo for because the alderman was too busy calling me on my birthday in New York to ask me to vote for him in a run off. That's no lie. Nothing I've ever written about has ever been all that untrue. I'm never going to vote again if that's what rich politicians get away with doing at the expense of their community. And yet I'm the one who gets punished and isolated year after year for being right. I'm right about spending my time on my birthday alone. Because nobody outside of Tumblr has ever even tried to interact with me. I have to live with knowing people in this community actively tell other people to ignore me. That's beyond cucking. It's something worse than domestic terrorism.

I'm not going to be the one to sit here and tell you I can fix it. Everyone else would be crying no one baked them a cake. There's enough I've caked on my own since last Valentine's Day. People seem to persecute me in public for that too. In fact, so many people seem to know everything about me including my masturbation habits. That's beyond fucked up. It's like they've camped out on my doorstep to usher in their Ron DeSantis fueled civil war. And for all the things we think about Chicago being progressive? It's the front line for all the domestic terrorism from January 6th on. We have a Florida governor speaking to a police union in the midst of a chaotic election. We're part of some horribly fucked up rich people's transgressive art that jet sets in it's private plane to here and Miami Basel. And I've been at the center of its unintelligent and belligerent tantrum for years. So much so that I have no life. No joy. No pursuit of happiness. No real reason to be anything other than invisible and that has been helped by people working together in this neighborhood across international borders and law to actively destroy my life. I'm still alive. I turned forty nine. That's pretty fucking old if you made the wrong decisions for yourself like everyone else. I'm not married. Never have been. Don't have kids. It's not like I don't want to start a family and live cozily ever after. Maybe I just want to be cozy for a month long cuddlefest and see how it works out. Maybe I've been happily connected for years and just didn't realize it because nobody was ready or at the stage of their life to admit it. Maybe I've been actively sabotaged every waking moment of my life desperately trying to fight it off and finally stood up to it. Now it's an irresponsible and illegal mess of incompetence and excuses. Just like people tried to actively excuse the last three years of my life as being insignificant so they could wait for me to die and resell my entire narrative back like Van Gogh. This is how these rich people work. You will never break through to them. You will never be their equal unless you have millions of dollars in stock they control the markets with their goddamn fat faced twitter feed and poses next to Ghislaine Maxwell. The simple fact of the matter is that I'm here not by choice. But I'm still alive. And I don't have to fucking explain to any trust fund charity case hipster fuck what it is I'm into and why other than the people I love. If those people want to give me a birthday present they can go fuck themselves. I have a shovel to bury your shit if it ever snows again. Just like I'll have another birthday again where you could bake me a real cake. For now. I don't have a fucking life to celebrate other than with you. And that's not something that bothers me really. <3 Tim

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canadian-riddler · 3 years

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I yearn for the worldbuilding skills of George Lucas

#so says Indy #obviously there are other people who are really good at it e.g. JRR Tolkein but I was never able to get into LotR #I tried but I think I don't like high fantasy #writing angst #sort of lol #there's... George RR Martin but that's also high fantasy so I'm not in a rush to try GoT though I THINK he wrote sci-fi before that #and JK Rowling but the world is very #there's a lot to it but it's also all in Britain kind of thing #and when she tried to expand on it she just sort of did 'it's Britain but in another country'#which you see a lot in fanfiction where someone tries to write a property from a country they don't live in #Valve is good at worldbuilding in a similar way #they have a very big world but in a very specific context #they have this huge planet-spanning conflict but there's not really a sense of what's happening outside of what they tell you about #it's not mentioned how they got from New Mexico to Europe or indeed how the rest of the world is doing #like where are the locals why is everyone in Half-Life someone who used to work at Black Mesa #are we supposed to infer the Combine sent everyone in the world to Europe? why? is some Russia-adjacent place the best place to keep people #but I already know the reasons things aren't explained in Half-Life is because the writers don't know and are going to figure it out later #when they deem it important #so maybe the world will get bigger later idk #check back in 13 years #anyway tldr of the best worldbuilding I can think of I like George Lucas's the best

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elijahs-wife · 4 years

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I Like You A Latte

Requested by @dumble-daddy - “coffee!!!! shop!!!! au!!!! where the barista keeps writing bad pickup lines on bby elijah’s cup every time he orders a drink!!! and he just looks at them like!!!! dAMN!!!!” I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!! I hope you like it!!!💗💓

Like/reblog if you enjoyed reading <3

Pairing: Human! Elijah x Female! Reader

Word Count: 2370+

Warnings: hmmm none

Monday mornings in Manhattan can be one of two things: they can either be an inspiring start to your week or sheer hell, and for Y/N it seemed to be shifting towards the latter today. She dashed out of the subway and started running for her life – she was going to be late for her shift at Starbucks, and her insufferable manager would have her head. Six minutes to 8 am, she thought, checking her watch, okay, I can get there in four. "Shit, I'm sorry!" she yelled as she bumped hard into a woman's shoulder, who gave her a dirty look, but she couldnt risk stopping.

The infamous green logo was finally in visibility, and in a minute she was bursting through the side doors into the kitchen, then bending from the waist clutching the excruciating stitch in her side. "Damn, girl", her friend and colleague Cami said, laughing and looking concerned at the same time, "what happened to you?"

Y/N couldn't speak from all the panting, she staggered over to an empty countertop and tied her apron strings while she caught her breath. "Oh God", she said, still slightly breathless, "I woke up so late today, I had to run all the way from the damn subway to here." Cami shot her a sympathetic grimace. "We should probably get out there before Tristan has a cow", she said, and both of them rushed through the door to the front counter. As usual, the place was fairly crowded with college students and sophisticated professionals alike. Y/N saw Tristan glare menacingly at the two of them, but since they weren't technically late he couldn't make a comment.

In an hour's time, Y/N felt as though she had served about three hundred Americanos and sugary sweet Frappuccinos, and she was already tired of it. In all honesty, she hated being a barista, but it was a means to an end, so four days a week she plastered a smile on her face and made people's coffee and mopped floors and took out trash. She needed the money to help pay off her student loans, not to mention rent. She saw her next customer walk up to the till out of the corner of her eye. "Good morning!" she said, keeping her voice unbearably chipper, "I'm Y/N, how can I help you today?" Her voice wavered as she got a proper look at him – he was probably the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He didn't look that much older than her, maybe three or four years at most, but everything about him screamed 'money', from his perfectly coiffed hair to the tailored suit to the expensive watch on his wrist. "Hello", he said with a crooked smile. His voice was deep, with an unusual yet captivating accent. "I'd like a tall latte with an extra shot, please." Y/N mentally pulled herself together and quickly took his order down.

"Can I get your name?", she asked, half because it was her job and the other half out of personal curiosity. "I'm Elijah", he replied. "Elijah. Cool name", she said, her wide smile becoming borderline manic with every passing second. God, he's hot. Who let him walk in here looking like freaking Adonis? "Excuse me", she heard him say distantly, snapping her back to reality. "I'm running a bit late, so if you wouldn't mind..."

"Yes! Of course, um, that'll be $3.75", she told him, feeling the embarrassment creeping up her neck. He handed her a five dollar bill, and slipped the change that she gave him back into the tip jar. Walking over to the coffee machine where Cami was working, Y/N swooned silently while she took a peek at Elijah. "Holy crap, that guy you're serving is crazy hot", she whispered. "I know right?!" Y/N whispered back, as she pushed a few buttons, waiting for the machine to pour out his drink. She fidgeted nervously, debating the extremely bad idea that was running through her mind. "Okay, you know how you say I never do anything crazy, or take risks? I'm about to do something crazy", she said in a rush, picking up his latte and slapping a lid on it. She scribbled his name on the cup, plus a little something extra, and headed to the other end of the counter. "I have a tall latte, extra shot for Elijah!" she called out. He made his way through a small crowd of people to the front. "Thank you", he said to her, giving her a friendly smile as he took the cup from her. "You're welcome and have a great day!"

"What did you do?" Cami asked, confusion on her face. "I may have written a coffee-related pick up line on his cup", she replied, covering her mouth with her hands. "Y/N! You did not just do that!" Cami said, shocked at her friend's sudden courage. "Well he's never been here before and I'll probably never see him again, so I figured why not?" she reasoned, as Cami burst out laughing. A furious voice suddenly boomed behind them. "I do not pay you two to chat." Both of them nervously turned around in unison. "Get back to work", Tristan scoffed. "Sorry, Tristan", they muttered apologetically, and back to work they went.

Elijah got in the back seat of the car waiting outside, and motioned for the driver to start moving. He was already ten minutes late for his first day at work: not a great way to set a good example. The traffic in Manhattan was so much heavier than back home in New Orleans. His feet tapped the floor of the car as though of their own accord – he was nervous to head an office on his own, without Father's help, and when he was nervous, coffee helped. As he took the first satisfying sip, he noticed something scrawled on the side of his cup, and took a closer look. Right below his name in small, untidy writing read, If you were ground coffee, you'd be espresso cause you're so fine. He almost dropped the cup in his initial shock – he wasn't used to such boldness – but then couldn't help but let out a long, loud laugh. Smooth move, Y/N, he thought sarcastically. He decided then that he would be coming back to that particular Starbucks a lot more in the future.

‐The next day-

Through the onslaught of yesterday's business meetings, Elijah found his mind continually wandering back to that terribly corny line on his coffee cup, and to her – and that's why he was standing outside the coffee shop again, in the hopes of seeing her. It took gumption and a certain lack of shame to take a shot like she did, and he liked that. But it was when he walked through the doors and caught sight of her behind the counter that he realised just how pretty she was, with eyes like stars and skin that glowed like a sunset. He waited in line impatiently for his turn.

Y/N was having a decent morning so far: thankfully she managed to get to work on time, and she was feeling weirdly cheerful after her stint with yesterday's hot guy. Thank God I'll never see him again, she thought, inwardly snickering, could you imagine the horror– "Hello", she heard a familiar voice say from behind. She froze at the sound of it. Good Lord, that's him.

Elijah noticed her eyes widen at the sight of him for just a moment before she composed herself. "Good morning!" she said in an unnaturally chirpy voice that he assumed was solely for the workplace, "I'm Y/N, what can I get you today?" He gave an amused chuckle. "I remember your name, Miss. And I'd like one tall latte with an extra shot please, same as yesterday." She took down his order, feeling his stare burning into her. "That'll be $3.75." He handed over the money, and put the change into the tip jar again. "Oh, it's Elijah, right?" she asked him, trying her hardest to be nonchalant. He hummed and nodded in response, and she turned around to walk away. "By the way," she heard him say behind her, "you're quite the writer, aren't you?" Her head whipped around to look at him. "I wasn't quite so impressed though. I think you can do better." A faint smirk formed on his lips, and he looked at her as though challenging her. She narrowed her eyes a degree and smirked back before walking off. He wanted more, well, he was gonna get it. She scribbled the cheesiest line she could think of onto the cup, laughing to herself at how bad it was.

He was waiting for her at the other end of the counter. "Here's your drink", she said, handing it to him with a smug smile on her face. "I hope you enjoy it." He laughed quietly. "I'm sure I will. You have a good day", he said, raising his cup to her and then walking out.

Elijah waited until he was back inside his car to read it. Bean thinking about you a latte and you are mocha me crazy! He burst out laughing, and couldn't stop smiling to himself the whole car ride long.

Over the next few days, Elijah bought several drinks in exchange for more gems like You are just the way I like my coffee. Tall, dark and strong, and Careful, hot coffee! Oh wait, nevermind, not as hot as you. It became something that both of them looked forward to, until he stopped showing up. It been a week since she had seen him last, and every morning she would search through the crowd for him, to no avail.

"Hey," Cami said, sidling up to Y/N, trying to avoid Tristan's line of sight, "haven't seen your hot rich guy for a minute. What gives?" Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. "First of all, his name is Elijah, and secondly, he is not my hot rich guy so I have no idea where he is." Just then, she thought she caught a glimpse of his car rolling up outside, and suddenly, there he was, as godly as ever. "Speak of the devil", Cami whispered teasingly. "Shut up", Y/N mouthed.

He made his way over to her in just a few strides. "Hey!" she exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. "Haven't seen you around in a while." He looked just as happy to see her. "I had to go back home for some time. Family drama", he explained. "I get that", she replied, "so what can I get ya?"

"The usual, please", he said, grinning, giving her the money. "Coming right up!" she said, about to turn away. "Oh, wait", he said. "I brought my own cup, if that's alright." He handed over a matte black reusable cup. "That's great", she said, taking it. "I'll have your drink ready in a minute."

Damn, even his coffee cup is fancy, she thought, turning it over in her hands to see his initials engraved on the side – E.M. She took off the lid, and to her surprise, found a folded up piece of paper inside. She took it out and unfolded it – it was a handwritten note, in penmanship just as immaculate as his suits. She read it discreetly so that no one could see.

Y/N,

The entire week that I was with my family, I found myself unable to stop thinking about you and your ghastly pick up lines. If you wouldn't mind, I would love to take you out someday. So... java number I can call you on?

Fondly, Elijah.

She blushed furiously and stuffed the note inside her pocket. As she waited for the machine to pour out his drink, she thought of what to write back. Of course she would love to go out with him, but she needed to think of something witty to say. Grabbing a tissue, she carefully wrote her reply on it, and placed it under his cup. He watched her walk towards him with a strange smile on his face.

"Here you go", she said quietly, brushing his hand accidentally-on-purpose as she handed him the cup. His skin was warm and rough. "Thank you", he replied, as he spotted what looked like a phone number on the tissue. He took a quick look at it.

Elijah,

I knew there was something brewing between the two of us. Yes, I'd love to go out with you. Call me :)

Y/N

He laughed softly to himself. She looked at him expectantly, wondering if he might say anything. "So I guess I'll see you soon, then", he said, eyes twinkling. "I guess you will", she replied, smiling back at him. Unexpectedly, he shot a sly wink at her, and she felt the blood rush back to her cheeks as he walked out the door.

As Y/N got back to her tiny studio apartment that night after work and class, she heard the muffled sound of her ringtone. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she saw an unknown number flashing on her screen. She answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello", she heard the familiar deep voice say. "This is Elijah." She chuckled, "I know it's you. Are you calling to say you miss my puns already?" It was his turn to laugh now. "As a matter of fact, I do miss them. So, I was wondering if I could hear some more this Friday over dinner." She shifted her weight from side to side, playing with an errant lock of hair. She had half-expected him to not call at all. "Um, yeah, yes. Friday is good, it's great." God, why am I so awkward, she thought, smacking the side of her head.

He wished she could see the smile on his face. "Great. I'll text you the details soon", he said. "Cool", she said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. "Um, I should go. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Of course. I look forward to seeing you soon. Goodnight, Y/N", he said. "Goodnight", she said as she flopped onto her bed, an irrepressible grin on her face. She already knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

#elijah mikaelson #elijah x reader #elijah imagines #the originals #the originals fanfiction

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Trophy Chapter Six

The story begins to unfold and you find yourself makeing a deal with the devil.

Masterlist

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Oral (f), Noncon, Possesive/Obsessive Behavior, Coercive Behavior, Daddy Kink, Dark Fic, Swearing.

A/n: I am so sorry this has taken so long I got writers block, real life fucked me over and then got side tracked and have kept coming back to it I was unsure how to start the ball rolling but I hope this was worth the wait enjoy XXX

Taglist: @havenoffandoms @aphrodites-punch @charlieferret @thatgirly81 @two-unbeatable-beaters

Stephan growled walking into work slamming the door behind him he was fuming.

"FLETCHER! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He shouted walking past one the one of the others who was doing their shift ignoring the confused look she cast him, he didn't have time to explain going into the kitchen out back that had a set of stairs leading up into the small chic apartment Fletcher used for entertaining his 'lady friends'. Stomping up the stairs before banging on the door he knew that his 'boss' was here, he had already checked his other home. Finally a weary Fletcher opened the door.

"What? Oh Stephan its you what is it?" He grunted rubbing his eyes only to widen them as he was pushed back into the hall by the 'dane'.

"She isn't in the UK is she?" He growled holding the man by the collar of his shirt

"Wh-what? Who are you-"

"Y/n! I saw her earlier today!, she was being carried out of the police department barefoot by that friend of yours! Cavill? Or something ,She was crying her heart out, shaking she was fucking terrified! He put her in a four by four and left! What the fuck have you done?! I know your behind it! Where is she?" Stephan shook in anger the Fletcher quivered he stuttering for an answer.

"Nothing ! I haven't done nothing! She told me she was leaving, had been offered her dream job in the UK then left I swear I don't know! She gave me the flight number and everything! Please I swear. I'll give it to you got the text still check yourself!" Stephan pushed his way into the apartment Fletcher followed quickly getting his phone showing the messages to the irate man.

"See she left, the woman who was taking the job got ill she was second pick that's why it was last minute,the flight numbers there" he said pointing out the long code of letters and numbers he took a step back releasing him. Taking out his phone snapping a shot of the screen nodding he would check, in some ways he regrets taking this job ,agent of the CIA posing as a fucking danish immigrant cafe worker, but Cavill was a big fish who had moved to a small pond and they wanted to know why, what could possibly make the king of the underground and black market suddenly up sticks an move?. Fletcher was the easy way to stay in the loop as Cavill’s men floated about this side of town more then anywhere else, a lot of people owed him in these parts it seemed. Observe and collect evidence. Those were his orders, they'd never managed to pin anything on the bastard he was already far to established, had his fingers in to many pies by the time they caught on. A slippery son of a bitch smart and cold a man of many faces could back you into a corner within a few sentences you'd be none the wiser until it was to late, but as they say never say never. Falling for you wasn't supposed to happen it just did, you was sweet caring and there was something about you that he couldn't put his finger on, your down side was how naive you could be. His chest clenched painfully you stood no chance against someone like Cavill. He shook his head, he had to focus on the task at hand, It was an undercover job, the in tell said that he had dominated the town using sordid secrets, blackmail and violence. A true dictator, just like before and just like before there was a sore in violent crime and substance abuse. Stephan shook as he felt waves of anger, it was lucky he didn't have his gun on him he'd fucking shoot this little prick right between his beady little eyes. He had already guessed what had happened. Cavill had taken you, for what he didn't know but considering you was retrieved by him personally he had assumed you wasn't put into the prostitution circuit. Thank god. His stomach churned at the thought ,he would check the flight records and cctv to be certain, but he new what he saw and come hell of high water he was going to get you out, some way he would free you. He couldn't just yet it was important that they bring him down, he can't risk the lives of hundreds of trafficked prostitutes and drug mules over one woman, no matter how he feels personally, he can't throw away year long operation, he'd be sacked or worse. Sighing he turned

You shivered as you came to melting into the mattress below you something was lightly tracing over your back random patterns back and forth. You hummed lightly and snuggled into the pillow more hearing a chuckle.

"Oh and Stephan don't bother coming back here your fucking fired!" he swore as Fletcher spoke. Shit. He growled punching the wall once he left the cafe heading back to his accommodation, no doubt Fletcher was contacting Henry this very second he'd have to disappear and fast. he could look through flight records and cctv when he gets settled again but right now he had to act as tho he was being targeted, because as of right now he probably was and he'd be damned if he was going to be another K.I.A statistic. He hoped he was wrong, that you had indeed boarded the plane and was half way across the world but he doubted it.

Henry stayed holding you long after the sheets had been changed, for the first time in months maybe years there was a calm quiet in his head, no schemes, no threats or work just a calm quiet enjoying your compliant company. He stroked your hair running his splayed fingers across your scalp. He felt a little guilty for what he put you through...It wasn't supposed to be like this, the kicking and screaming...but he couldn't help it! he didn't have the time anymore. He loved you but you'd forced him to take you. It was your fault he reasoned as he shifted you tucking you into his chest more you murmured in your sleep but relaxed slowly into him. Yes you forced his hand, you were the one who sought out that- that boy when he was busy working getting everything ready to seduce you slowly. It wasn't ideal but whats done is done, Fletcher fucked up and you had to pay for that. He sighed leaning further back into the chair he rested in. He could remember the first time he saw you, standing behind the counter you'd looked up surprised that someone was in so early you beamed him a smile that stopped him in his tracks, you hadn't known who he was he knew because you didn't freeze or cower, instead asked how you could help when he had asked for your boss, you pursed your lips wrinkling your nose a little telling him he wasn't here, but you offered him a coffee while he waited. He'd nodded saying make whatever expecting some shit low brand coffee either way, he stood watching as you disappeared behind the huge machine pouring you both a latte peeping over it making small talk. Watching eagle eyed as you danced around the kitchen beyond the cafe singing quietly mixing together some chocolate treat. Something had just clicked in him, he couldn't help it there was an aura about you as you pottered about the small space. He took slow sips you were beautiful and cheerful enjoying your life to the fullest. He had wanted you then and there you had somehow captured his whole attention, his mind wasn't wandering through dark vicious thoughts, hell he had forgotten the threats he had lined up for your boss who was fucking you over without even knowing. That was when he knew he had to bring you home you was sweet and vulnerable you needed to be protected and loved and he had the means to do that. He had got your name from your boss that day using it the make a file on you, within two days he new everything about you, address ,date of birth, medical history, schools, family history hell he even knew what your shoe size was 2.5 (us 4.5) you hated it finding it impossible to find heels. Then he remembered that night, walking into his own fucking restaurant halting seeing you giggling happily in a small booth near the window, his heart came to a painful screeching halt when he saw you kiss the other man-boy much younger then him, it was as if his whole world had come rushing back in one massive wave of anger and betrayal. He got a small taste of what was in store for him if he didn't have you, he now new what it was he had been missing. He shook the thoughts form his head, you were here with him and that was that finally getting up placing you carefully in the bed tucking you in before shedding his clothes and sliding in beside you ruffling your hair lightly then drifted off into sleep.

"Oh you like that? I will have to remember to save this as a reward" you flinched hearing him so close moving slightly you get ready to roll away from him only to be stopped by his hands pressing down lightly."No, stay there good girl" you frowned as his words were accompanied by a small squeeze to your tender bottom making you hiss and whine a little throwing your hand back to his trying to pry them off.

"Oh yes you are still sore aren't you? A very hot bottom. Good maybe this will help you behave for a while" you winced a little at him not wanting to be reminded of yesterdays events he moved closer to you kissing the back of your neck leaving it tender with a harsh bite."So today is a new start especially now that you've got that little escape attempt out of your system, things will be much easier now wont they?" you grit your teeth not knowing what would come out of your mouth if you tried replying. He moved rolling to his side you felt his eyes on you

"Look at me pet" you did without a thought he smiled almost sweetly at you leaning in placing a kiss on your cheek moving to cup your face slowly running a thumb across the apple of your cheek his lips parted eyes twinkling in the morning sun, you held your breath, he was magnificent yet terrifying you knew that he could easily make you fall for him.

"Soo good such a precious thing love, so beautiful and pure.....I expect you to be a good girl for daddy now you hear me? no more tantrums or pouting I don't want to have to punish you again ,rest assured that yesterday was just the tip of the iceberg I can come up with things much worse for you if you try to push me again. Please don't" You reluctantly closed your eyes before pulling away from his hand looking down to the sheets his words breaking the spell that had caught you ,you nodded he gave you a lopsided smile. He leaned in kissing your hair softly tilting your head and began sucking your bottom lip into his mouth running his teeth across the delicate inside biting it a little his hand dragged through your hair pulling you closer he slid beneath you on to his back tugging you across his chest still holding your head you gasped as a hand rested on your back drawing your nighty up you whined trying to tug it down but he had fisted the hand holding it refusing the let it go once you gave up fighting him he slowly began tracing light patterns as he went pulling the fabric over your hip,s you shiver relaxing as his fingers dragged lazily over your skin, he bit again on your lip harder when you wouldn't open your mouth to his probing tongue in a tiny protest the force of his bite make you gasp in pain using this to his advantage he opened his mouth wider kissing deeper, dipping his tongue into your mouth licking at yours trying to get you to respond. Closing your eyes you moaned softly unable to help your self as his tongue twisted and lapped inside your mouth you squeezed your thighs together as you felt yourself getting hotter, despite being scared of him you couldn't help your bodies reaction to him he was attractive, you was only human you reasoned with yourself before any shame could settling in your gut you melted into him, he was a god of a man you would say he had work done if you hadn't known him, strong defined and unreasonably perfect on the outside, had you been a religious women you'd say he was the devil himself beautiful and dangerous, temptation and sin personified and you was a mere mortal women falling into his claws, everything was about him physically seemed to have been created to draw you in even his scent was attractive engulfing you a combination of the lightly spiced aftershave he wore and something you couldn't name other then to say it was him the scent he left on his clothes and sheets. He deepened the kiss the hand on your back creeping down to your rump quickly pulling you up and over his strong thigh landing you to lie between his legs pressing his crotch to the seam of your thighs using the hand on your bruised ass to grind you slowly, grunting as he moved you up and down. You squeaked feeling a wet spot dragging across his weeping head coating the inside of his boxers seeping through wetting your thighs. He pulled his mouth from yours closing his eyes resting his forehead against yours panting harsh breaths across your skin.

"FUCK! your soo perfect and mine all mine shit that's good baby girl" you whined as your rocking made your heart race blood rushing south to your clit as he grunted groaning pulling you tighter to his pelvis he picked up the pace then stopped growling flipping you over to your back shuffling his boxers off kicking them off of the bed, you gulped as you saw his erection think veins wound around him like vines bulging and pulsing as he twitched. It was an intimidating sight to behold angry and swollen, proud jutting out pointing straight up to his stomach it'd take both hands to try and cover it even then your not sure your palms would even touch the purple head of it let alone cover it. he smirked as you looked at him, there was fear and lust in your eyes, he knew you wanted him deep down, but you was still fighting yourself over it, he fisted himself pumping his cock slowly watching you watch him squirming on the bed, oh yes you wanted him but not enough yet, he made a point to go slow thrusting into his tight fist letting you get an eyeful of his stomach muscles contracting grunting with each movement. You blushed wanting to look away yet unable to it was like watching a crash, you wanted to turn away knowing what was coming but still stared. He stopped releasing himself dragging you up the bed a little before lowering his weight on one hand by your head you panicked thinking that he was going to force himself on you and tried to pushed yourself up the bed away from him pleading.

"No no please! I don't want to! don't force me please please don't!" he stopped hushing you looking you in the eye, you cringed as he brought his wet hand to your face brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

"shh shh calm down little one its okay everything is going to be okay.... daddy wont force you I promise .....no i wont hurt you like that..... besides iv already told you, you wont get my cock until you come crawling on hands and knees begging for it. But there are many other ways I can get my fill until you do come to me gagging for it" he said placing his knees outside of your legs he smirked at your doe like expression confused by what he meant until he laid over you lowering his hips against yours feeding his cock into the small v where your thighs met pressing the top of hit hot length slipping between your pussy lips rubbing your engorged clit, you gasped arching then placed your hands on him, one flat on his chest the other on the bicep by your face shaking as he began moving thrusting his hips forward and back dragging your clit with it

"OOOOHHHH FUCK YES!that it baby fuck so good such a good princess you are for daddy MMMM FUCK!" he panted in your ear using his legs to press your tighs tighter together trapping his cock, making you massage him, you cried out as his veins felt like ridges as he pumped himself against you smearing your arousal across him making it easier for him to move.

"OH BAby yes! your enjoying this aren't you? I can feel your cum soaking me love" you flushed unable to stop trembling as he caught the underside of your clit bumping it his the ridge of his head your moans grew more breathy as he tilted a little to keep hitting it brushing his cock against your opening with every pass , he was long enough that his head was sliding down spreading your sore cheeks apart slightly making your pucker twitch with each downward thrust, he continued his pace trying to draw this out as long as possible, his drawn out moans and praises where breathed straight into your ear as he curled over you the lewd sounds making you clench. You dug your nails into his arm as your belly twisted breath coming out in heavy pants as your pussy tried to capture him at every thrust clenching desperately trying to direct him into your awaiting heat unsatisfied being left empty he laughed biting your ear lobe between his sharp fang like teeth releasing it with a pop.

"You know I can feel that!, feel your little cunt trying catch me, it-hahshit!-its quite cute really OH FUCK! yes!. You want me. Want me to feed you my aching cock and sooth your insides with my cum. To paint your insides again and again until you cant bear the thought of not having apart of me filling you on way or another. Don’t worry babe I wont let got go empty ever again!! All you have to do is BEG!! SHIT SHIT YES THAT'S IT STAY their-AH right there little one ahhh!" you whined as he spoke growling out the words as he rocked into you faster lewd wet slaps as his thick thighs rubbed and slapping into yours you moaned throwing your head back trying to fight the sensations he was forcing onto you.

"YES yesyesugh I know, oh pet I know but I'm not going toOH!, not until you admit to yourself. Not until you admit the truth. You want me. You LOVE me! UGH shit fuck fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming! good girl shit Daddy's gonna cum right in your little pussylips fuck!" you shook below him as he fucked into your thighs feeling him stutter his hips releasing down into the crack of your ass coating the sheets beneath you. he laughed sweaty holding himself up on shaking arms then ran his cock across you smearing his cum between your lips making sure to leave you messy as he pulled back coating your clit

"OH sweety thank you were such a good girl for daddy" he rolled to the side of you running a finger spreading your lips as he pushed a pad to your cum soaked clit rubbing making you jerk up violently as he rolled the throbbing flesh side to side.

"oh you haven't cum have you? poor baby, well maybe if you'd tried to join in more you would have.... oh well to late now maybe next time hey little one?" he said making you groan as he kissed your lips licking the seem of them them he pulled back licking your lips. You cringed a little wiping away his spit from you he laughed resting on one elbow his other hand ruffled your hair.

"Oh sweetheart you don't like it when I lick you? Oh I bet you would if my head was here" you froze as his wandering fingers probed your core and tried tilting up to him wanting him to carry on, to do... something? anything? tears sprung to your eyes when he pulled back gathering your mixed arousal as he went before sucking them clean groaning as he did.

"sooo good , you taste so good baby I could eat you for hours

""Pl-please daddy" he grinned you was so aroused that you couldn’t deny that you craved him, wanted him to touch you ignoring the little voice that said it was wrong, Henry noticed your little battle continued with a low growl that you felt more then heard, trying to sway you.

"But another time perhaps, tell me would you like that? Would you enjoy your self while daddy feasts on your perfect pink pussy for hours on end? forcing you to cum over and over? I could you know I would be a very happy to oblige" His words were taunting you. You nodded then shook your head confused not sure what you wanted. He smiled before getting off the bed

"But you had your chance today, I cant spoil you now can I? not when I'm supposed to be teaching you your place" he seemed to like having you on edge like this, he plucked his boxers from the floor using them to quickly wipe you down dragging it quickly across you avoiding where you needed him most removing the worst of the sticky cum then through it across the room to the basket. He made his way to the chest of drawers pulling out a black round neck cotton dress decorated with small flowers.

"Come here lets get you dressed" you tilted your head at him as he said that pointing to the floor in front of him. Slowly you moved towards him curling your toes into the hard wood floor fidgeting. He motioned for you to hole

"Wh-what? why? I can dress myself" he sighed exasperated

"I told you that your training starts today little one, you are going to rely on daddy for everything now do as your told pet" his voice was stern again you sighed nodding again.

"Good girl, who knew all you needed was a firm hand? Im confident that we can work this out.... it is a shame tho, if you'd just behaved then I wouldn't have to give you these new rules." You cringed trying not to look at his wet cock swaying with his movements.

"Now arms up" you followed his instructions letting him replace your nighty with the short dress that just skimmed your knees. He watched you for a moment then moved dressing himself in a formfitting top and tight trousers using your nighty to quickly wipe his cock clean, something about the gesture made you feel dirty. Ushering you to the door with a light tug on your wrist you struggled.

"Wait what about? No stop a minute" he ignored continued to the hall

"If you want my attention then address me properly pet." You flushed panicking as he lead you to the door you held on to the frame jerking him to a halt

"Daddy please stop" he faced you still holding your wrist as you held on to the wooden frame.

"What is it princess?" You flushed moving from one foot to the other.

"You haven't given me any .....you know I'm still wet and.......its err I'm naked under this" you said trying to tug the skirt of the dress down completely out of your depth here. He smiled

"Of course you are, what you think I forgot to give you panties? No baby girl that is a new rule, from now on your in skirts and no panties aloud so its easier for me to get at that naughtly little bottom when I need to and easier for daddy to check if his little girl is lying about feeling all tingly , now come on daddy doesn't have all day we have a few visitors today and you best behave or you'll be right over my knee now come on"

"but I’m going to leave wet spots!!"you admonished he laughed

"Yes I suppose you will wont you? If your a good girl daddy will give you a treat later but for now we haven't got the time!" .

"But what if someone see's them?! or-or they see up my skirt?!"he shook his head at your high pitch then tugged making you slip from the door you yelped nervously scanning for the others in the house all the way to the kitchen. One hand holding the skirt tight to your bottom trying to keep it covered wincing as you felt a small trickle of your arousal smear against your upper thighs he scoffed sitting down at the table dragging you onto his lap back against his chest placing your legs either side of his knees spreading you a little, you shivered as the cool air met your wet heat making is impossible to forget the state he had left you in also making sure you felt yourself weeping onto his trousers you moaned in humiliation trying to close your legs but found it hopeless his thighs to strong his bulge was right under your ass and already twitching again.

"Well baby girl, if you act like the little lady I know you are no one will see up your skirt." He said motioning for a plate to be brought over stacked with four slices of toast. You whined trying to wriggle your legs free to close them he held you still groaning in your ear

"No baby stop, fuck daddy just told you we haven't got time for that now!" you pouted at him whining only to get a slap on your thigh you yelped clenching your bottom in response making him dig his fingers in your thigh.

"Enough! not at the table now sit still" he said picking up a small piece of toast holding it to your lips and began feeding you by hand. You flushed feeling exposed as mid way during breakfast the guard from yesterday came in, you knew he couldn't see beneath the table but you couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

"Boss we got a big problem" you watched from the corner eye finishing the mouthful Henry had fed you as you swirled your coffee in your mug then taking a sip trying to focus on anything but the position he held you in you felt Henry sigh exasperated.

"What is it? the Vonnie boys failed a delivery again?" He asked pulling you back to rest on his chest plucking the mug from you placing it on the table then casually lowered his hand to cup your center covering you should the other man peak beneath it, he wouldn't honestly let you be seen by anyone other than himself, the man shook his head.

"No haven't heard from them yet their not due in till this afternoon flight gets in at two its well" he hesitated a moment making Henry growl his hand tightened on your pussy making you mewl trying to push back against him.

"Ive got to many things to do today Luke, spit it out!" His stern voice made you jump tensing as it reverberated through your body, he hushed you kissing your neck.

"Well its to do with the girl, you should see this" he placed a tablet on the table sliding it across Henry huffed and let got of you pulling you to straddle one thigh you moaned quietly as your clit was pushed forward the fabric of his trousers providing friction to the tight bud then began to grind lightly onto it one hand on his knee the other holding the edge of the table, no control of yourself it was far to good to resist Henry quickly put a stop to it striking your sore ass cheek making you yelp holding your hand to it pouting as he held on arm around your waist holding you still, you clenched tight and relaxed then again

"Baby? just carry on and see what happens I said not at the table and I meant it young lady" you blushed looking down knowing that the guard Luke now knew what you was doing you huffed slumping back against him taking that as your little defeat he peered forward over the tablet it. It was an email a short one line it read

Stephan knows he saw you leave the police station

Henry tensed glaring at the note it was from Fletcher you jumped as he slapped the tablet down with the force you was surprised he didn't break it.

"When did you get this?”

"Last night boss"

"LAST NIGHT! and you didn't think to tell me then? the fuck is wrong with you?!”

"We didn't want to interrupt you sir"

"Well What have you done about it?"

"We wasn't sure what your plans were for him wanted to wait until you saw it" Henry slumped in his chair you whimpered as he got angrier

"NOT SUR- I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS-" he took a breath calming himself, he felt you trembling sighing he rubbed your side a little the action calm the both of you, he continued in a low dangerous voice."isn't it fucking obvious what to do?. Find him .Kill him and keep it clean and quiet like I fucking pay you to do" he growled you gasped at the order then twisted round before he could stop you, kill who? You blood ran cold when you got a glimpse of the name on the screen.

"That's the thing boss its a false identity, he didn't exist until a year ago, already checked his accommodation he is gone. No trail nothing" Henry release a breath through his nose then snarled before standing up abruptly you yelped as he took you with him skirt bunched up over your ass as he did you was quick to pull it down at the sides and front as Henry had you pressed to the front of his hips feet dangling just off the floor, you tried not to swoon at just how easily he hoisted you off the ground with on hand. Now was defiantly not the time.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES FUCKING GONE?! GONE WHERE? YOU JOB IS TO MAKE SURE THIS SHIT DOESN'T HAPPEN! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU DROP THE BALL THIS FUCKING MUCH?" You shook in his grasp whimpering covering your ears as he screamed at Luke. He stopped regarding you then took a deep breath pointing a shaky finger at Luke.

"Find him, pull in everything trace all cctv in the city if you have to but you find him and get Fletcher here, throw him in the trunk for all I care but bring him here today, and you better hope this kid isn't what I think he is or I will be needing a new head of security!" you shivered there was a crazed tone to his threat growl, the seemed to be all the dismissal Luke needed as he quickly scuttled out of the kitchen. Once you were alone Henry placed you on the seat making his way to the island slamming his hands down on it in temper the loud thump echoing in the room, you watched still quivering terrified of what was going to happen, he cast you a glance sighing making his way towards you watching as you flinched away from him.

"Baby doll? Its okay honey I'm sorry for scaring you.....daddy loves you, you know that right? and daddy isn't angry at you no no not at you my beautiful baby girl shh its okay" You nodded completely freaked out by his sudden switch he crouched down in front of you tucking the hair behind your ears wiping the few stray tears that had escaped gulping.

"A-are you really gonna kill him? Please don't do that please, its my fault I don't want to be the reason please" you cried fearing for Stephan hands clutching the chair seat trying to swallow down the sobs that tried to escape into sniffles, he sighed looking away then fixed you with a sympathetic gaze patting your knees smoothing them with his hands that could probably swallow them both in a single palm.

"Oh baby don't-don't cry on his account, I know you-you liked him but its for the best pet, we can't let him go, he knows where you are and there are some very bad people who would take you away from me if he tells them. Cant you see I'm doing this for you, for us so we can be together, I love you and I cant allow anyone to take you away ,no one not one single person will ever tear us apart. Because we belong together don't we? we love each other and nothing can put a stop to that" He explained you sobbed into your hands feeling sick as he continued to believe his own twisted fantasy of you being a true loving,consenting couple. Stephan would die because of you, Because this dangerous unstable man had an obsession with you. You moved on hand to his cheek shaking your head.

"N-no please I'll do anything please please don't...f-for my sake please, I-I will tell them that I chose to come here! Chose you over him Th-that we're together and he was just jealous of my decision or something but please please please don't do this I couldn’t live with myself" you pleaded to him running your thumb across his cheek before continuing

"I don't think I could ever fall in love with you if you do this" he froze at that if he done this? IF? so there was a chance? you held some feelings for him, you thought that you could love him. Perfect. He pushed his face into your hand slowly kissing your palm, it was the first time you'd touched him without fear, the first time you'd initiated an almost loving gesture, he grasped your hand placing your knuckles to his mouth again. Letting a small smile creep across his face watching you cry, on hand tugging at his shirt begging him so sweetly between small hiccups. His voice dropped lower then you'd ever heard it before

"You would do that baby? You'd tell everyone were together? Stop fighting me? Try to love me and forget about him to save him?" You nodded grabbing blindly at him still whimpering.

"Okay I tell you what pet, you stay with me here, love me and only me and never leave then I will promise you I won't kill him, but if you ever try to run from me his death will last days, I will kill him slowly and painfully you hear me love, you have to swear to me that you will stay think of this as a contract" It wasn’t a question, or request it was an ultimatum, and probably the only offer he would make. You gasped not really expecting him to reason with you, would you sacrifice the rest of your life to save the man you think you could have loved? He held your gaze firm, the blue in his eyes clear and steady it was unnerving as he watched you waiting for your answer. A no would mean a death sentence for Stephan and the truth of what has really happened dying with him. A yes would save his life but trap you under his thumb spending the rest of your days with this beautiful monster, either way you know your never escaping Henry, never. Yesterday was proof enough. So you may as well save someones life along the way right? You took a deep breath finally nodded.

"Yes. If you promise not to kill him" Henry smiled nodding

"You have my word little one, I will not kill this boy so long as you stay with me" he sealed the deal with a slow tender kiss to your knuckles then scooping you up spinning, cradling you to his chest, he was elated, ecstatic this day couldn't turn out better placing you to sit on the table.

"I’m so proud of you baby girl, your soo gooood, that why I love you, I love you so much your everything I'm not. You truly are my better half" You cried into him silent tears streaming down.

"Oh sweet heart don't be sad, no no this is good....Hush now you'll be fine I know this is a big commitment but deep down you love me just as much, your just afraid of admitting it. That’s okay I can wait, we have our whole lives together....Your a good girl you've made daddy so happy baby girl." his words did nothing to stop the tears the finality of them was frightening. Your whole lives the rest of your days being his doll, a toy. the thought made your stomach clench he pulled you down to stand before him wiping at the tears

"Hey now there's no need for tears, its daunting but exciting......I know how about you let daddy give you that treat he promised huh? make my little baby girl feel better hmm? its only fair you've been so good" You shook your head whimpering at him wanting to

"N-no I don't want to now" he tutted at you spinning placing you on the counter stepping between your legs. His hands cupped your cheeks softly.

"Nonsense come on love just a quick little reward and then we can go get you some books and you can spend the rest of the day in the office with daddy" you whined squirming

"no no no please" he sighed at you as he called out over his shoulder making another male enter the kitchen you flushed trying to move your skirt over your thighs not getting far as he was pressing tight against your center

"Tell Luke I've changed my mind, find Stephan but don't kill him just keep tabs on him....still get Fletcher here tho, he may help find him" the man nodded leaving you alone once again"There does that help? he wont be hurt, I just want to know where he is.....better?" you nodded a little you did feel a slightly better until he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter parting your thighs wider quickly you squeaked then he pushed you back flat with one strong hand on your ribs pinning you down. you mewled embarrassed as he flipped your skirt up holding it under the palm pinning you down flat the marble was cold making you shiver as he placed an open mouthed kiss on your lower tummy trailing his tongue down to your mound leaving a wet line in your skin that cooled instantly as the air hit it not stopping you bent your knees feet firmly on the counter gasping as he moved down not wasting any time one latching onto your clit sucking it into his mouth flicking the tip of his tongue across it igniting your pussy anew you pushed on your feet trying to fight his hold on you as his shoulders pressed on your tense thighs you panted shaking your head it was incredible as his teeth pinched the flesh rolling it side to side then pulled back taking the small nub with him then moved forward pressing the flat of his tongue sticking it out rubbing up and down angling the tip to the sensitive skin just behind your clit. you moaned throwing your head back throwing your arms around your right hand found purchase on the edge of the marble counter top your left grabbing his wrist at your ribs.

"OH FUCK! AHH!" you cried out as he sped his tongue then moved lower attaching his mouth over your opening sucking obscenely darting his tongue inside of you making you jolt using your feet to grind down on him as his torturous mouth feasted on you with out pulling back he grabbed your left foot throwing it over his shoulder to hand loosely down his strong back and smacked your left calf from below prompting you to throw it over his left shoulder. you squealed trapping his head between your thighs as he continued to eat you out he pulled back a little you panted breathlessly looking down at him, his face was wet from your arousal he wiped his face with the back of his hand before licking it clean you moaned as the display.

"Fuck you taste fantastic, I could fucking live off this alone!" he said before diving back down tugging you to hang off of the counter pressing your thighs back with his shoulders stretching your pussy taught as he went back to work, the new position pulling your lips back revealing more of your clit to his wandering tongue, you cried out a gruntal moan as he suckled on it flicking his tongue on the underneath slowly the circling its base quickly

"Fuck fuck shit please I-PLEASE I’m gonna cum I cant-" suddenly he thrusted two thick fingers inside you pressing them around feeling his way along your muscles making him self at home inside of you scissoring and circling pressing on your contracting walls whilst sucking on you. You moaned and keened unable to contain yourself digging your heels in his back feeling the strength in his back as he arched over you moaning into you making you jump at the vibrations. you clenched around his fingers yelping as he brushed something deep

"AH! oh god wha? UGH!" you moaned loud spasming around his fingers as they found what he was looking for and rubbed furiously following your hips as you tried to escape screaming as you tense curling your upper body rocking into his hand and mouth desperate to finish as he gave one final painful suck on your clit then bit down hard sending you to your peak. He smiled as you came over his fingers slowing them but not stopping letting you ride him through your orgasm. You saw stars as you climaxed the pleasure making your whole body shiver and jerk every muscle seemed to come alive at once, your nerves on fire before you came down as he pulled his hand and mouth away from you. panting and trembling you looked down at him dazed, eyes glazed over from your after glow completely exhausted you felt alive and drained all at once he winked up at you smirking licking his lips then pulled back standing at full height catching your legs and they slipped from his shoulders before they could hit the counter painfully as dead weight, slowly lowering them to rest over the edge then lifted his drenched fingers to his mouth sucking them clean eagerly. You groaned still trying to control your ragged breaths, that was ridiculous you summarized moving your hands to your hair grimacing when you felt how sweaty your forehead was.

"You have a very unique taste baby doll, i love it so much i might have to have it for breakfast each day what do you think?" you groaned barely able to move

"I think it'd kill me" you panted out he laughed loud running his hands across your thighs then pulled your skirt back down

"well that is what orgasm means, little death" you grunted as he pulled you towards him sliding you to your feet supporting your whole weight as you slumped on him a little still feeling like jelly, then the door opened again Luke walking through.

"Sir Fletcher’s on his way and I don't think he knows where to find the other one your looking for, he sacked them for confronting him" Henry sighed looking up closing his eyes, you shivered waiting for the blow up but it never came he just nodded then picked you up

"Fucking idiot! fine I'll deal with him how long?" he said walking from the kitchen making them follow after him you leaned on his chest.

"Said he'd be twenty minutes or so, he's shitting bricks tried to wiggle out of it but told him we'd hand him over if he didn't that got him complying real quick" Henry nodded

"Go meet him half way I don't trust that little weasel not to make a run for it" you looked over Henry's shoulder as Luke took a left to the main doors.

"Is Fletcher in trouble?" he gave you a look making you shrink

"Don't you worry about him, you just keep your nose clean, you don't need to know now lets go get some books for you to read today" you sighed nodding a little as he continued down the hall.

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God Michael! 🤣🤣 I finished playing Shadows of Saintsfour about two days ago during the Freeplay event and my LI was Michael.

I played SOS awhile ago but didn't get pass season 1 because I thought the series was super predictable which made it boring, but WOW DID IT PICK UP IN SEASON 2, esp 3!!! I can't believe it got better within those 2 seasons. I thought the story would be dragging on for no reason, but was pleasantly surprised that season 3 and season 2 were tied together with 1. And they existed in one cohesive story! I can't believe that I would have never, and I mean NEVER, would have touched this story again if it wasn't for the Freeplay event. I completely underestimated this story... I would have missed out this gem. Now I see why this is one of the more well-liked and popular book of the app now.

That being said, I love Michael. No not love, I ADORE him. Seriously.

I never screencap game moments but I had to for Michael. I never felt so much adoration for a character that made me want to do this 🤣🤣. I love the romantic scenes between MC and Michael and the conflict that was presented in season 2. And his asshole-douchery flaw....

In his next line, he says he's worried about you. He's just worried, but still Michael, no need to bring your girlfriend's friend down. ESPECIALLY WHEN THAT FRIEND HAS BEEN WITH HER THROUGH THE THICK AND THIN THAN YOU DID IN SEASON 2 and 1!!! (ofc Michael saved MC's life in season 1, but Derek has been sticking with MC when Michael hasn't, which is alot)

However, his sweetness towards MC is altogether too much. I wish he had more interaction with her friends tbh. But now I present the last line (I think) and perhaps the best from Michael...

So sweet 💕. Gosh he is still fallen head over heels for us 😳😭 like the first time. The sex scene with him was also so sweet... the line said everytging about him is familiar, yet there is something new to discover. 🥺I love how protective he is of MC and how absolutely loyal he is to her. He runs away with her FFS!!!! He leaves a gang and family with an equally traumatized brother just to be with her. He leaves everything for MC and if that doesn't scream Bae material, I don't know what else. He is the epitome of a ride or die partner and I cannot, I don't think, can feel the same attachment to the other LI's in this book. Probably John though lol.

I was super anxious during the train station scene because I thought I didn't have enough points with Michael for him to run away with me and the writers made it seem so, so I tapped pretty fast, half reading the lines in trepidation. When I read that he actually came and then we held hands as the train departed... my heart... 😭💔💔💔💔 RC don't play with my heart like that 🤣🤣🤣

That aside, I wish Michael had a bigger role in season 1, 2, and 3. He did in season 1, but he stopped appearing frequently, esp in 2 and 3. I thought he would appear more often because he's MC's bf. And it would make more sense for both of them to search together. Even unromanced, it would still make sense for Michael to hang with MC's group because they're the only ones who are really actively looking for Bobby. This would have led to more dynamics and interest in MC's friend group..alas, this didn't happen. A missed opportunity IMO but I suppose his absence could be explained by this: he has his own life. Lol. Or a different way of doing things. Still doesn't really make sense to me, but oh well. I still very enjoy his route and his development nonetheless.

I also wish other LI's had more moments with MC. I heard Stephanie was sidelined, not sure though because it was as though the main love interests would only appear around the time our chosen love interest appears. Not sure how much that is true since in season 1 I didn't romance her. Strange how she barely appeared in my route though. I thought she would help us more or become part of the gang, but she didn't. Disappointed because I would have def liked another best friend besides Candy and again, more layer to the friend group. Her interaction with Michael would have def be interesting.

I also wish that non-romanced main love interests appeared more than the Black dragons. To me, I don't think their role fit with the story very well if you think about it. Luke and Stephanie def would. Stephanie's grandma is acquainted with Mrs. Hill and is a witch; Luke's family's hold over the cursed painting. I wish the black dragons' appearances were at least shared with the non-romanced ones. Like I wish I knew what Luke and Stephanie were up to in detail. It was seriously strange for Luke to not be around when Bobby was missing and that he never tried contacting us. In both seasons 2 and 3, I couldn't stop wondering what they were up to and missed them (although Luke drugged us lol).

So imo, the black dragons' role should def be less than Luke and Stephanie. Definitely weird, but it is what it is.

Speaking of the Black Dragon's, Aaron is a hot daddy. Like GOD DAMN. I couldn't help but flirt and kiss with him although I was scared that it might ruin my relationship with Michael 🤣🤣🤣. Cherry.. i would like cherry if he was drawn better. At first, I couldn't like him because of his sprite but his personality is ahh, so mischievous, I love it. I would have picked Aaron over cherry though LOL.

I would replay season 3 to romance them again, but the scenes are very few and I already played most of them. I'm just missing their final sex scenes really, so it's not really worth it to replay the entire season just to get their ending and final sex scene lol.

I can't bear to cheat on Michael with Aaron or cherry, I can't do him dirty like that. Like for FFS, Aaron married Luke's sister and we never, at least imo, build the same heart wrenching connection we do with Michael compared to them. And the fact that he freaking left everything in his life for 10 years to be with us!! Like nooo I can't!! 🤣🤣 there aren't enough scenes with the side characters to justify the cheating 🤣🤣 Michael is too gentle and sweet for the hurt.... but i did cheat on him with Derek HAHHAHA mostly because 1996 Michael wasn't available so I thought something happened so I was like ALRIGHT GUESS WE FUCKIN'. I was tempted to choose Derek over Michael because Derek has been with us more than Michael has. Not to mention, he really cares for MC. Wish there was a 3p ending with both of them 😭😭 they're both super loyal to MC and would lay their life down for her.

The same thing with John too. I can't bear to see Michael grieving over MC and MC picking John over him... can you imagine Michael dying and finally seeing his dearly desired dead gf in DreamWorld but only to see her gettin' it down with some guy who tried to kill everyone in the past? 🤣🤣🤣 nah man I can't do him dirty, especially when Michael saved us from the Faun. Speaking of that event, it was weird that there wasn't a conversation/consequence from Michael who saw John kiss us LOL. And he definitely heard us talking about the intimate moments we shared HAHAHAHA. Though, John's short route is terribly cute. I really enjoyed it tbh. Surprised that we didn't have any repercussions for cheating on Michael with him. Moving on, I watched his ending on YouTube and it was super bittersweet.😭

I honestly like his route a bit more than Aaron's. Or equally. Can't decide! Aaron's route is basically MC still in love with her old crush who used to intimidate her and was exciting since he's someone you wouldn't acquaint yourself with, especially as a young, inexperienced student. And then coming back as a mature woman, and still knowing that you're in love with him and he is still too, ah so cute. That moment you share with him in the snow on the swings 💕💕. Honestly I feel like that moment MC needed a proper adult figure to comfort her so that scene was a bit weird and made me think, hm, MC is probably crushing on him because he is older, hot, and is sort of providing a parental comfort to her lol. In my HC universe, MC crushes on him, but it quickly dies because she was vulnerable in the moment. I'm happy that that moment didn't escalate any further and that Aaron didn't chase MC unless MC did in the end. It would have been very weird because it would have been a moment where he, as an adult figure, take advantage of MC. Then again, it's fantasy/fiction. To each to their own eh? I still enjoyed it. I honestly could personally relate to the line where Mc says that the experience and age (something like this) provided comfort to her, so that moment felt awfully sweet to me.

In the end, there could only be so much you can push in in a story game app.

I still really enjoyed this story. Despite the flaws I pointed out, I love this story to every bits. I find this much more entertaining than SOTF, so I'm glad that it is written the way it is. Perhaps I should write a post about SOTF in the future since I'm close to finishing it, but I don't think I will since I don't like it much.

#romance club #shadows of saintfour #the shadows of saintfour #SOS

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