#can we please throw Nova some serious love

[onlyseokmins]

hoshi being a lil shit • k.s.y.

Pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship

Warnings: swearing, literally hoshi being a lil shit but reader snaps back, biting, oral/fingering (f. receiving), use of babygirl/woman/wife/etc, mentions of a daughter and slight mention of breeding/impregnation/birth but nothing major, I'm tired lmk if i missed anything

WC: ~3.2k

A/N: this was a request but it got kinda long so i just decided to keep it as a separate post (thanks to nova for agreeing i should just keep the title of my draft it really is true sjdkfj.

Soonyoung's standing over the sink, casually minding his own damn business as he goes about doing his nighttime routine. He'd just turned on the faucet when a noise from the bedroom causes his ears to perk up. 

The loudest moan he's ever heard you make.

He freezes in place, elbows bent and arms tensed as he stares with disbelief at his reflection in the mirror. Soap-suds drip down and start burning his eyeballs, snapping the flummoxed man out of his trance. Rapidly splashing water over his face, he's mildly relieved not to hear the sound again and thinks he's imagined it all.

Until another blissful gasp of yours cuts through the sounds of him brushing his teeth. Spitting harshly in the sink, he shoves the toothbrush back into his mouth and stalks into the bedroom to see you curled up in bed.

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes slowly open, squinting at the sudden brightness of the vanity lights shining into the bedroom. "'m trying' to sleep. Why, do you need something?"

"I need you to be quiet." 

"You're being the loud one between us."

Soonyoung's grumbling noises only contribute more to his unnecessary noisiness. You scoff and roll over, only for another delighted groan to escape that halts your husband in his tracks.

"What in the world are you doing?"

The sigh of exasperation you exhale at his repeated question definitely isn't as pretty as the previous ones. "What are you doing? Just get your ass in bed so we can sleep, babe."

He huffs. Stomping back to the bathroom to shut off the light and very aggressively shakes out his toothbrush with obnoxious taps against the side of the sink. When he returns, you expect him to slide into bed next to you as usual but instead, you feel a fierce stare boring holes into your back.

You roll over and try to meet his gaze in the dark. "What?"

"You've never moaned like that for me."

Silence. 

"That's why you're throwing a tantrum like a child?"

"My pride is ruined! And I am not throwing a — "

"Your pride is fine, babe, you'll feel better after you get some rest."

"No, don't 'babe' me, we need to sort out this very serious issue. You can't expect to coerce your husband into sleeping while you get off without him."

"Soonyoung, my god. How did you even reach that conclusion? I'm just laying here trying to sleep!"

"You're not… masturbating?"

"No? Why would I be?"

"Well, that's good but why're you making those noises then?"

Sleep seems impossible at this point. You sit up with a huff, barely making out Soonyoung's shirtless figure with the sliver of moonlight peeking through the shades. 

"Did it ever occur to you that our bed is so comfortable that I love getting all cozy under the covers at night?"

"Our bed?"

"Yeah, especially when you're not in it first."

"… Especially when I'm not in it?"

You make grabby hands in his direction. "Yeah 'cause it's nice and cold so get your annoying yet somehow cute butt in here finally, please."

It's a relief that he forlornly acquiesces and goes to his side of the bed. You flop back down happily and wiggle in place after pulling the covers up, enjoying the silence, and close your eyes to —

"I can't believe it. Getting into bed gives you more pleasure than me?"

"For fucks sake, Soonyoung!"

"You have to understand where I'm coming from. I mean, c'mon! I could hear you over the water running and I swear on my tiger plush collection that you have never been that loud for me. Ever."

Certain he's wearing a scowl on his handsome face, you turn and place a hand soothingly on his cheek. "There's a difference between sexual and simple pleasures. And you know that we need to keep it down out of politeness for our neighbors with how thin the walls are."

"Do we?" Your husband ignores the warning tone of his name, quickly shifting so he can hold himself above you, placing a knee on either side of your lower body and caging you within his arms. "Or am I not doing a decent job of pleasuring my wife? Forgive me, love. I suppose my stroke game has been too weak for you."

"It's not that you goofball!"

"Let me make it up to you?" he questions and waits for your response.

"I mean there's nothing to really make up for but if it'll make you feel better, then by all means go ahead." You weakly gesture toward the lamp on your nightstand. "Lights?"

"Oh, darling," Soonyoung's head lowers so he can whisper directly in your ear, the feeling of his hot breath on your neck causes tingling to shoot straight down to your core. It doesn't help that his hips press down to grind just a little so you can feel how worked up he already is from your unintentional, lovely little noises earlier. "I already know very well how gorgeous you look, but tonight I want to hear how pretty you sound."

You gasp — slightly scandalized yet somehow flattered — and he's pleased enough to start kissing below your ear, fingers playing with the bottom of the thin cotton shirt you wear to sleep. He pushes it up so he can slip a thumb underneath the waistband of your panties and trace circles across your hip. The soothing, familiar feeling makes you let out a content sight until he pulls away.

It's a little strange for your husband to be shielded from your view by the cover of night's darkness during sex. But Soonyoung doesn't need to see to know your body. He has it memorized by heart. Ingrained in his soul. You whine at his sudden distance though, reaching out for him and he chuckles.

"Let's make one thing straight though, love."

"Okay?"

"I'm not doing this to make myself feel better, I'm doing this to prove you wrong."

"That doesn't make any sense, prove what — "

He cuts you off, diving back down to wrap his mouth over your left-clothed breast. The unattended one is granted the warmth of his hand as he cups it lightly and squeezes. Meanwhile, his tongue is at work, easily dampening the shirt's material as he circles it around your nipple. Encouraging the nub to stiffen takes not even a second and when he's satisfied by the way it pokes up, he bites down. Hard.

You squeal and then slap a hand over your mouth to muffle it. "Soonyoung!"

He smirks, knowing you're glaring at him accusingly. He wishes he could see it and the wet spot on your chest but what he wants, in the end, will be all the more rewarding.

"Here's the deal. Every time you try to stay quiet, we'll stop and chat a bit, okay?" 

"You're kidding me."

"Don't make me tie up your hands, babygirl. You know how I like them all over me, just keep them like that and we'll have zero issues." You sigh at his statement and do as he says, lightly running your nails along his muscular back. He shivers. "Oh yeah, just like that."

He lets you push his head back down to your chest and resumes suckling on your tits, opting to lather the other one with his tongue and pinch and pull at your tender, bitten nipple. You're already starting to write underneath him and he's only just begun. 

"Patience, lovely."

"You're the one that wants to prove a point. I'm just going with the motions and waiting for you to fuck me silly then."

"Mouthy aren't we?" he mumbles against your breast.

"Isn't that what you want?"

"As nice as it is to hear your words, I think your moans would be a lot better."

"Then get to it?"

Making you beg would be pointless. Soonyoung's already whipped hard enough to give you whatever you desire and who is he to deny your request? He abandons your chest, taking the covers with him as he maps a kiss-filled path along your body. Down he goes, sliding until he's lying flat on his chest, close enough to feel the heat on his face that radiates from the center of your spread legs.

"Wait," you gasp out, startled because your panties are still on, "let me help — "

He silences you, pressing a kiss against your thigh before nuzzling at your clothed pussy. Tongue poking out to teasingly run up and down your covered slit, your arousal and his saliva mixing together and rendering the fabric wet enough that the feeling is electrifying.

Your hips jerk up to follow his lips as they move away but a hand gently rests on your abdomen to keep you still. He places another kiss above your clit and just when you're about to grab his hair so he can stay where he is, his teeth graze your hip bone.

Intentionally, you whine loudly to try and encourage his return back to your throbbing pussy. Unable to anticipate his motions in the dark, you're unsure what he's even doing almost until it's too late. With some incredible level of skill, Soonyoung pulls down your panties with his mouth alone. You swear you can almost see his eyes glint in the darkness like a predator stares down its prey. Although it's only an illusion — you know he would never harm you and the thrill of guessing what his next move will be makes your spine tingle.

An appreciative grunt when the center of your panties is the last to part from your body, seeming to stick around your cunt from his ministrations. You obligingly lift one ankle at a time when you feel him tug them down far enough, mouth agape. 

"Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it was…"

He's pleased by your breathless whisper of awe, chest swelling in pride as he gloats. "Yeah, baby? You liked that?"

"Shaddup, you're annoying."

A light chuckle rumbles in his chest as he sits back on the back of his heels. "And we both know that means you're enjoying this. You can't fool me anymore."

"Fooled you earlier."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a smarter man now."

"Is that so?" Soonyoung hums in response to your question, quiet shuffling as he repositions himself to your side. Your nimble fingers reach out to find the smooth skin of his stomach only to snort when he coyly flexes his abs. Lifting your leg, you hook it around his hip with the intention of pulling him closer. "You sure about that?" 

But he whispers hotly once more in your ear "I am" before grabbing your thigh to halt your motions. Warm fingertips graze the skin underneath your knee, traveling up… up… and up until they brush against the outer lips of your pussy the same time he starts pressing kisses onto your neck.

His lips trail down your upper body in the same direction his fingers dive into your cunt. Kissing the valley between your breasts, he slides into your warmth and purposefully avoids the spot that usually has you seeing stars. Your husband takes his time exploring, stroking your walls and gathering up your wetness so it coats his palm and starts to drip onto the bedspread. He nuzzles your stomach lovingly, placing a smooch on your belly button and you can feel his smile at your airy giggle.

"It's unfair that every sound you let out is just as pretty as you are."

"What if I burped?"

"Then I'd think you were the sexiest woman ever." Soonyoung's a kisser — placing another one on your clit that makes your hips buck up. But you scowl at him despite it. Because he's also an ass-kisser sometimes.

"I thought it was Cheol's fault that Jangmi has no table manners but looks like her daddy's guilty actually."

Your daughter was at Jihoon's place for a sleepover with her best friend — another reason why the two of you kept it down normally but could possibly be loud tonight. Keyword: possibly. If the two of you could shut the fuck up for a second.

You can feel the way your husband's mouth curves down as he pouts against your inner thigh. "And her mommy's mentioning another man in bed even if daddy is right here."

"Honest to god, Soonyoung," your fingers grab at the strands of his hair, "you're the clown I married, am raising a child with. Who cares who I mention in passing when you're not doing anything?"

His response is muffled completely by you dragging his mouth right onto your core, grinding right across his lips for good measure. He chuckles in defeat, letting you lead the show once you've interlocked your ankles behind his neck for support. 

He pulls away slightly, "I better be able to hear you loud and clear even with your thighs around my head, baby."

"Get to work then, handsome."

Soonyoung does his best to stay quiet in spite of how much he wants to moan in delight. Not only does he find it insanely hot when you lowkey use him to get off but he'll never tire of the way you taste on his tongue despite your protests. He stiffens the muscle and occasionally curls it upwards to flick at your clit or simply twists and turns around to tease your inner walls.

You, on the other hand, are just as loud as he wanted you to be. Even with your thighs trapping his head in place and tightly encasing his ears the closer you get to reaching your climax, he can clearly make out your pretty sounds. Mouth open without restraint, fingers making a mess out of his hair with how tightly you're gripping at it.

Just as that wave of pleasure washes over you, threatening its impending peak, Soonyoung manages to pull away. You're undeniably frustrated but let him be, assuming he needs a break to breathe. But he's still the same playful man he always is and suddenly he's disappeared.

"Soonyoung!"

"I'm here, baby… I'm still here," he reassures although truthfully aware that you might potentially slap him if he doesn't hurry. He stands up and slides down his sweatpants in relief, hustling back to the bed only to let out a rather unsavory, loud curse.

You sit up rapidly in concern at the way the bump caused the bedframe to shake upon impact. "Are you okay? Did you break your dick? Tell me you didn't, it's okay right?"

"Jesus, I'm fine — thanks for asking. My dick's perfectly fine too but my toe sure isn't."

With a sigh, you turn on the lamp on your nightstand. Trying not to giggle at your husband's sniffling, slightly comical with the way he's hunched over. 

"And this is why we keep the lights on." He scowls at your comment. "If you had just gotten into bed like a normal person from the start, your toe might still be attached to your foot."

"For someone who just had their orgasm denied, you're in an awfully chipper mood."

"What can I say, the love of my life is making a complete and utter fool of himself as usual as payback."

"And yet we're still married."

"And yet we are," you echo and take off your shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Leaning back and spreading your legs, one hand tweaks at your exposed nipple that's still sore from his love bite while the other trails along your lower abdomen. "As long as you finish the job you started… if you're up to it."

Brown eyes flash at the challenge you didn't really intend to spark. "Who says I'm not?" He recovers quickly, scrambling to get on top of you with a toothy grin as he braces himself with his arms caged around you once more. "You really doubt my performance game, huh?"

"I sincerely was worried that you broke your dick or maybe the pain killed the mood."

"Don't worry, love," Soonyoung gives his cock a few strokes before lining it up at your entrance, "we still need to give Jangmi the little brother she so kindly asked us for."

Your despondent sigh blends into a satisfied one when you feel his tip poke and part your pussy lips, easing himself inside where it feels like home. You willingly give him the long-drawn-out moan he's enthused to hear while he works on bottoming out. Kissing your lips with a fond peck, both of your foreheads meet as he starts moving. Alternating between shallow and fast thrusts that cause your mattress to squeak or slow and steady glides where you can feel every vein that runs along the length of his cock, dragging your nails lightly down his toned back to match each rhythm.

It, of course, does not take much time for your orgasm to build up again having nearly reached that exhilarating climax already. Soonyoung won't last that long either, you're well-accustomed now to how excited he gets — already more than halfway approaching his own release by the enticing stimulus of the actions prior — paired with an insanely rapid refractory period. He could get off to your sounds alone… which started this whole ordeal anyways.

"You gonna cum for me, darling?" Your answer is another resounding keen of pleasure, wrapping both of your legs around his waist just like you did with his upper body before. He smirks, picking up the pace. "That's my good girl, c'mon — I can feel you clenching so tightly around me, relax and let go, baby."

You can only do as he commands, throwing your head back with a shout of his name as he peppers kisses on your clavicle and up to your ear. Mumbling praises in your ear, he continues to thrust into your wet warmth that spasms around him, setting off his release with a growl.

It's quiet for a while, peaceful despite harsh pants as you both try to come down from your high. Staring into each other's eyes that shine with the warm glow of the light by the bed and are full of so much love it's almost gross if anyone could see you right now. Just as Soonyoung's about to pull out and flop down beside you, a startling bang from the other side of your wall causes the two of you to flinch and freeze in place.

"Would y'all shut the fuck up?! No one needs or wants to hear your nasty sex!"

Your husband scoffs in disdain at your neighbors' complaints and shouts back before you can stop him. "Not my fault I can make love to my wife better than you could even dream of fucking yours!"

The couple falls silent and you smack him lightly on the shoulder even as you bite your lip to try and keep the laughter at bay. "Babe, I told you they would say something!"

Soonyoung can read you like a book and shoots you a smug smile, shifting his hips teasingly because he is still deep inside your cunt. "What do you say, baby, you up for giving them another show? We have all night after all." He gloats at your gasp when he pulls a little bit out, the mixture of your releases creating a filthy squelch even your neighbors could probably hear. "And I had a point to prove to you anyways, didn't I?"

#svthub #kwon soonyoung smut #kwon hoshi smut #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #ez.creates #svt.smut

[animezinglife]

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[ana-swritings]

Merry December 2021 - Day 24

Hello lovelies.

Here we come to the end of this year's Merry December.

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Day 24 of Merry December

Prompt: Reunion

Fandom: Hawaii 5-0

Pairing: Danny Williams x OFC (Nova)

Words: 507

T.W.: N/A

Summary: Coming home.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but after a serious death threat had been made against Danny and Nova and an attempt at their lives, they had to leave the island for a little while. At the time neither one of them was happy about it, but they both agreed to do it for the sake of the other. No one knew where they were or if they were ever coming back, having had no contact with them since the day they had left.

Steve was throwing his usual Christmas party at his place, and everyone was there. Well, everyone minus Danny and Nova. Looking around the room, Steve felt a pang in his heart not seeing his best friend hanging around the room with a beer in his hand and his arm firmly wrapped around Nova’s waist, laughing at some silly joke Kamekona had made.

He was making his way to the kitchen to grab another beer when he heard his front door opening followed by a few gasps of surprise. Turning around, he was glued to his spot when he saw who was standing in his doorway, smiling like the cat who ate the canary.

It wasn’t planned. Danny and Nova weren’t supposed to be back on the island for another two weeks due to bureaucracy and having to get a flight to Hawaii. But after a few calls and with Nova pulling some strings, they had managed to get a seat on a cargo plane and make it just in time for Steve’s yearly Christmas party.

Walking in the house was a mixture of feelings, but the most prominent one was definitely happiness. They were home. Seeing everyone’s faces going from shock to happiness all in one go was priceless and watching Steve being speechless was icing on the cake.

Danny couldn’t resist taking a jab at his best friend. Asking him if all it took for him to learn how to shut up was for him to have to go underground, Danny watched the man roll his eyes before taking long strides towards them and enveloping him and Nova in a tight hug.

Letting go of the pair, Danny saw how all the people he and Nova had been missing throughout the whole year they had been away. Going down the line, getting hugs and kisses of everyone there, Danny couldn’t help but think of how fortunate they were.

Grabbing three beers from the kitchen, Steve couldn’t shake the smile on his face as he returned and gave the beers to Danny and Nova. Silencing everyone, he very quickly raised a toast to new and old friends, but also to the return of Danny and Nova and said how happy he was to have them back, a feeling echoed by everyone present.

Everyone cheered in response, making Danny and Nova feel something they hadn’t felt in over a year. They were home, they were finally home and there was no better feeling than the one they were feeling in that exact moment.

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[440mxs-wife]

A Slice of Heaven

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Anthony (OMC) x Reader (former). Other Characters: Charlie, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Kara (OFC)

Word Count: 5880-ish

Warnings: Mentions of Divorce, Jerk Ex, light smut-ish towards the end, mostly fluff though.

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You awoke to a faint buzzing sound that only grew louder the more you opened your eyes. "Ugh, make it stop," you groaned aloud. You finally realized that it was your alarm clock going off, and that you had pushed the snooze one too many times. If you didn't get up and shower and now, you weren't going to have enough time.

Fortunately, the coffee pot was on a timer, so by the time you came downstairs, it was already finished brewing. You fixed your coffee in your travel cup, grabbed a blueberry muffin off the counter and put it in a resealable bag. You checked to make sure you had everything you needed, put your purse in your messenger bag then zipped it closed. Just before you went out the front door, you lifted your keys out of the bowl sitting on the shelf.

You pulled the door shut behind you, making sure it was locked. As you turned to your left, you noticed that your neighbor was sitting on his front porch, enjoying a cup of coffee. He was reading a magazine, but as soon as he heard your door being closed he looked up. His emerald eyes shifted in your direction and a smile lit his face.

"Good morning!" he called out, raising his coffee cup in salute. The Golden Retriever pup at his feet raised his head, looked side to side, then laid back down on his front paws.

"Oh, hey! Good morning to you, Dean," you replied, returning his salute with your own coffee cup. You then slipped the strap over your head for your messenger bag so that it was stretched diagonally across your body.

As you descended the steps from your porch, you noticed that Dean was doing the same from his. He met you on the sidewalk in front of your houses and took a sip of his coffee.

"So, off to work, I see. By chance, do you have any big plans for the weekend?" Dean asked.

"Sadly, no. I've been invited to go out for drinks with some of the girls from work, but it all depends on how the day goes. Might be too tired for anything other than pizza and a movie," you remarked.

"Well, if you find yourself with nothing to do and you'd like some company, I'm right next door," he offered.

Your eyes brightened at the possibility of spending time with Dean. "I may just take you up on that, Dean," you replied. You looked down at your watch and noted the time. "Oh my goodness, I need to get going so I'm not late for work," you groaned.

"Wait, I still need to get your phone number! You know, so I can text you or....something," he stumbled.

You giggled. "I don't have time right now, but if you want, you can come by where I work. It's that bakery called 'A Slice of Heaven', down on 7th Avenue," you explained.

"I know where that is, maybe I'll have to stop in and see what you have," Dean remarked.

By this time, you had reached the driver's side of your 1968 Chevy Nova. You gave Dean a wave and a smile before getting into the car and driving off to work.

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Since he saw you move in, Dean has made sure he was waiting on his front porch no later than 7:15 a.m. every day. That's because he knew that you usually left for work no later than 7:25 a.m. Seeing you every morning has become the highlight of his day. Even if it's raining out, he peeks out at you from behind his living room curtains. He feels that his day won't go just right unless he gets at least a glimpse of you.

To him, you're an amazing, beautiful woman who drives a badass car, and someone he'd very much like to get to know better. He'd heard some of the neighborhood gossip, but tried not to pay much attention or put any stock in it.

Rumor Control said that you moved here after your divorce from a rich husband. You were living in a modest home in a small, quiet neighborhood and went to work every day to support yourself. That led Dean to believe that you probably got the short end in the divorce settlement.

A Slice of Heaven. That's what you said your bakery was called, and Dean was starting to develop a serious craving for pie. May have to go check things out over there, he thought with a smirk.

If nothing else, it gave him a chance to get your number and put it into his phone for safekeeping. He had no problem finding any excuse to try and get close to you, get to know you better. Anything for you to give him one of your heart-stopping smiles, like the one you gave him before you drove off this morning. Dean went back inside to shower, then to get ready for the day and his important journey to a certain bakery.

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"I know, I know, I'm sorry I'm just getting here at the last minute. It is only by the grace of the Traffic Light Gods that I managed to get here in the nick of time. I couldn't help it, I stayed up too late  reading. The story was getting to the good part, and you know how much I love to read," you remarked.

"Oh, it's all right, honey. You're here now, so let's get to work. Throw your apron on and help Kara with getting those pies made and in the oven, would you please?" your boss and best friend, Charlie asked.

"You got it, Chief," you grinned as you tied your apron behind you.

A few hours and so many pie crusts and fillings later, Charlie came back to see you in the kitchen. She said there was a handsome customer out front that wanted to place an order, but specifically asked for you. With a puzzled look on your face, you washed your hands and walked towards the front of the shop.

The man leaning down and checking out the display case suddenly stood up. All at once you were staring into the piercing green eyes of your next-door neighbor.

"Dean, how wonderful to see you again! Is there something I can help you with?" you asked.

"Yes, I believe you can. I think I need one slice of everything in this display case. Everything looks so delicious, I can't possibly be expected to choose. Yep, that's what I want. One slice of everything please," he requested.

You giggled at his request, because no one had ever placed a walk-in order like that before. "We can certainly do that, but it will take time to put it together. If you could come back in an hour or so, we could have it ready for you by then," you suggested.

"Perfect, that way we can have some lunch, and by the time I bring you back, it'll be ready. Right?" he asked.

"I would love to go to lunch with you today, but--" you started, but Charlie interjected.

"She just went on lunch break. Here, give me your apron, and I'll put his order together while you're gone. Goooooo," she insisted. She untied your apron and gave you a gentle push towards Dean's outstretched hand.

"Wait, I need my purse or at least my wallet if we're going to lunch," you recalled, turning back towards the kitchen.

"Nuh-uh, nope, no way, this was my idea, therefore it is my treat," Dean replied. With his hands on your shoulders, he steered you back so you were facing the shop's front door once again. "I'll have her back in an hour, boss lady," Dean called over his shoulder. Charlie made a shooing motion with her hands, and the next thing you knew, you and Dean were out the door.

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Once outside, you scanned the area for places to go and have lunch, but Dean seemed to already have an idea of where to go. He picked up your hand with his, and guided you towards the little diner that was a few blocks from the bakery. Pausing in front of the door, he asked, "Is this okay?"

"Oh, absolutely, I love this place. Their fries have exactly the right amount of crispy that I love, and they have awesome milkshakes,"  you gushed.

Dean pulled the door open for you to walk in before him. "After you, milady," he gestured with a bow.

"Thank you, kind sir," you giggled as your cheeks grew quite warm, even in the air-conditioned diner. Dean's hand settled on the small of your back, gently ushering you to an open table by the window. A waitress with bright red hair and big doe eyes strode over to your table, pen and order pad in her hand.

"Welcome to The Bluebird Café, what can I start you with to drink?" Emma, your server, asked.

"I'll have a cup of coffee, please," Dean replied.

"And I'll have an Arnold Palmer, please," you asked.

"Excellent, and do you need a few minutes, or are you ready to order?" Emma inquired.

You and Dean looked at each other, both shrugged and grinned. You ordered the turkey club sandwich with fries, while he ordered the bacon cheeseburger with fries. Emma smiled and said she would be back shortly with your drinks.

"So," he started. "You do know that an 'Arnold Palmer' is just an iced tea with a whole lot of lemon in it, right?" Dean teased.

"I know, but it's what I like," you laughed. "This is nice, thank you. I usually don't get much of a chance to take a 'real' lunch break. You know, one where I actually leave the shop. Usually, I'm bringing in leftovers and reheating them in the microwave," you explained.

"Well, that is a tragedy, one I am committed to remedying for you," Dean declared. He leaned back, since Emma had returned with your drink order. As she set his drink on the table, she gave him a big wink, which did not go unnoticed by you. An unfamiliar and unpleasant feeling fluttered in your stomach at her obvious attempts at flirting with Dean.

Dean seemed to pay no attention to her, though. He continued to rattle on about possibly making this a once-a-week event for the two of you. Suddenly he stopped talking and carefully reached across the table for your hand. As soon as he made contact, you jumped as if scalded by boiling hot water.

"I'm sorry, was it something I said?" he asked gently. He pulled his hand back, waiting for you to make the next move.

"No, Dean, I'm sorry. What were you saying about lunch?" you asked, hoping to revisit the subject.

"It's all right, we can talk about this another time," he promised. At that moment, his phone went off, and he rolled his eyes as he fished it out of his pants pocket. If the look on Dean's face was any indication, it said he'd rather not interrupt lunch with you to answer. However, he knew he had to take it.

"Sa-Sammy? Sam. Slow down, bro, what's going on? They what? You're kidding me. No, don't worry, I'll handle it. I'll think of  something and let you know. Bye, bro," Dean grimaced as he  disconnected the call.

By this time, Emma had returned with your lunch order, placing your meals in front of you. Reaching across the table, you took his hand in yours. "Is everything okay? Something I can help with, Dean?" you asked with concern.

Dean let out a small chuckle. "You're so sweet. It's about my parents' 30th anniversary party.  They've decided to go all out for this party, they've rented a ballroom at this hotel, invited a bunch of their friends, black-tie. There'll be dinner, dancing, the works," he explained.

"Sounds fancy," you added.

"Yup. So, we hired this company to make these baked goods for the dessert table, but they had to cancel. Seems they overbooked themselves, and ours was the last order taken, so the first to be cancelled," he grumbled.

"That's terrible! Also, extremely unprofessional," you retorted.

"Anyway, the party is in three months, and now I have to come up with a solution before everyone is booked. Wait a minute," Dean said, his face brightening.

"What?" you asked.

"You work for a bakery, and I've seen firsthand the work you all can do. If the product tastes even half as good as it looks, I think I've found a solution to my problem. What if your shop took the contract?" Dean suggested.

You pondered his idea for a minute. On the one hand, you and your co-workers took great pride in your work. You were confident that your shop could compete with the larger ones. On the other hand, it was a rather daunting task. One that may possibly blow up in your face if it didn't go well. "How about we ask Charlie when we get back? Let her decide if we can handle a job of that scale, not to mention prestige," you replied.

"Oh, sweetheart, if you can convince her to take the job, I would be forever in your debt," Dean remarked as he dug into his burger.

Your cheeks grew warm at hearing his endearment for you. "That's not necessary, Dean," you said shyly.

He put his burger down and reached for your hand across the table and grasped it in his. "You know, you're awfully pretty when you blush. Sweetheart," he added with a wink.

You felt as if your cheeks were the temperature of glowing hot metal from a sword-maker's forge. "Thank you, Dean," you whispered.

At some point, you had the presence of mind to pick up your sandwich and take your first bite. The warm turkey and crispy bacon against the cool lettuce, tomato and mayo nearly melted in your mouth. Once you and Dean had finished your sandwich and his burger, you took turns stealing fries from each others' plates. It was the most relaxed lunch break you'd taken in a while.

All too soon, it was time for you to return to work. Before you left your table, you made sure to exchange phone numbers with Dean. When you got back to the shop, Dean's pie order was all boxed up and ready to go. You went into the kitchen and asked Charlie to come out to one of the tables, because Dean had something to ask her.

When he was done explaining his dilemma, Charlie was silent for a few minutes. You and Dean passed nervous looks back and forth to each other until Charlie cleared her throat. "I think....I think that we could help you out, Dean. You said the party is in three months?" she  asked. Dean confirmed the date of the party as June 20th, three and a half months away. "You know what? Let's do this!" Charlie exclaimed.

Hugs were exchanged and a preliminary order form for the party was completed. Once that was done, you helped Dean load up his slices of pie in a shopping bag. After he placed the last one in the bag, you put your hand on his arm. "Thank you so much for lunch today. I had a wonderful time with you. Next time, though, it's my treat," you promised.

"Anything you say, as long as there is a next time," he agreed, tapping on the end of your nose. "It's time I should be getting home and start sampling these pies. Maybe I'll share them with my family....then again, maybe not," Dean grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

You laughed at Dean's antics. "I hope you enjoy your purchase, sir. Don't eat too many at once, or you'll get sick, you know! Hope you have a great rest of your day," you replied.

"Until we meet again, sweet lady," Dean said softly. He captured your hand once more and brushed his lips to the back of it. "Ladies," he called to your boss and co-workers as he walked out the door.

As soon as the door was shut, everyone swarmed around you. "Where on earth did you meet him?" Kara and Charlie both asked.

"Girls, he's my next-door neighbor. He's friendly, easy to talk to and has a great sense of humor. Also has a dog, a Golden Retriever," you mentioned.

"And he's good-looking, hot, handsome, all of the above," Kara interjected.

You rolled your eyes, even though you agreed with Kara's assessment. "Can we please get back to work?" you asked with mock exasperation. Reluctantly, everyone returned to their station and the remainder of the day passed without further comment on Dean. Mostly, anyway. Charlie stopped you as you were both closing up the shop for the night.

"Seriously, you need to do something about and with that neighbor of yours. Not everyone is a jerk like your ex, honey," she remarked.

"I know, Char. Right now, I'm having fun being friends with Dean. For now, that is," you hastily added.

"Uh, okay, but the way he was looking at you tells me that he wishes you were having fun as more than friends. He's into you. Taking you to lunch, buying one slice of every kind of pie we have. Giving us this tremendous opportunity to cater his parents' anniversary. Face it, he likes you," she finished.

"We'll see, Charlie. For now, I'm going home to shower, order a pizza then probably fall asleep halfway through some movie. I know, the riveting life I lead," you remarked sarcastically.

You and Charlie walked out to your cars together and gave each other a hug before going your separate ways. You promised to let her know if anything more developed between you and Dean. "Don't get your hopes up, Char," you warned, even though you secretly wished for another opportunity to get together with your neighbor.

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As predicted, you didn't go out for drinks with your friends from work. You breathed a sigh of relief when you parked your car in front of your house. "Home at last," you announced to yourself. Once inside the house, you deposited your keys in the bowl on the shelf next to the door.

You walked into your room and began peeling off your clothes to get ready for your shower. The hot water coursing over your body soothed your aching muscles from a hard day's work. You dried yourself off and put on your pink plaid pajama pants and an oversized sweatshirt. From your phone, you accessed the app for the pizza place and ordered your dinner. You settled on the couch for some mindless TV program while you waited for your delivery.

About 40 minutes later, your doorbell rang, signaling dinner was served. When you opened your door, you were surprised to see Dean standing there, holding your pizza. "Well, this is certainly a surprise. I didn't know you moonlighted as a pizza delivery man," you teased.

"I'll have you know, I'm a man of many talents and secrets. Sadly, though, pizza delivery is neither of them. I had to kind of hijack this from your actual delivery person. I was hoping we could make good on that deal to get together, since you have no big plans? You know, that we were talking about this morning?" he asked with hope.

You laughed as you opened the door wider for him to come in. "How can I refuse such an offer? Please, come in," you replied, your heart hammering. "Let's bring the pizza into the kitchen and we can fix our plates there. Would you like something to drink?" you asked.

He asked for a beer if you had it, which fortunately, you did. For yourself, you poured a glass of white wine. "A toast," Dean started. "To dinner and a movie with the sweetest woman I know. Cheers," he finished softly, clinking his glass to yours.

"Cheers," you returned softly. At that moment, your phone rang in your pocket. Dean noticed how your smile completely dropped when you noticed the name on the Caller ID. Anthony, your ex-husband. You took a deep breath before answering, "Hello?"

"What took you so long to answer?" Anthony demanded.

"If you must know, I have a guest over for dinner, Anthony, not that it's any of your business. I was deciding whether to pick up or let it go to voicemail. Looks like I made the wrong decision on that. What do you want?" you retorted.

"Whatever. My parents are coming over for dinner next week, and I can't find the silver flatware that they bought us as a wedding present. I've looked all over the house. It's not here, which means you must have taken it with you when you left. I want it back, and I will be over to your house tomorrow to pick it up," he declared.

"Anthony, what on earth makes you think I have any use for something like that? Besides, it's in the storage area under the basement stairs. I put it there after the last time we used it for dinner with your parents. And you are truly unbelievable if you think I'm capable of stealing," you huffed.

"How do I know you wouldn't take it to the pawn shop if--" he shot back but you  interrupted.

"Don't even THINK about finishing that thought, Anthony. I didn't want anything from you in the divorce. I didn't ask for alimony, all I took with me when I left was what I brought with me into the marriage. Well, all but my belief in a forever love. That was something I had to leave behind when you cheated on me with Ashlynn," you remarked, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. "I don't have your precious silver flatware, Anthony. Goodbye and don't ever call me again," you finished as you disconnected the call.

With a shaking hand, you placed your phone on the counter and covered your face with both hands. Silent sobs wracked your body and the next thing you knew, Dean had wrapped his arms around you in a warm  embrace. You leaned into his chest as the tears continued to streak down your face. "I'm so sorry you had to witness that. I can't believe he thought...." you trailed off as you let yourself be comforted by Dean.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm sorry you had to deal for even one minute with your asshat of an ex," Dean replied, to which you gave a small chuckle. When he looked into your eyes, you noticed a kind of softness was in his eyes. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. You sighed deeply in contentment and he tightened his embrace just a bit.

"Um....Dean? If it's okay, I'd still like us to hang out, spend time together tonight. Shall we get our pizza and watch our movie? If you still want to, that is," you added.

"I would love nothing more, sweetheart. Let's do that," he agreed.

"I'm going to go splash some cold water on my face, then I'll be in a much better mood. Be back in a few," you promised but not before pressing a shy kiss to his cheek.

Dean stood in your kitchen, a bit stunned. His fingertips brushed the place where your lips had just been, as a broad grin swept across his face. What a woman, he thought.

His thoughts darkened a bit when he thought back on the phone conversation he witnessed. What a colossal jerk you had for an ex-husband. How dare he suggest that you would steal anything from anyone? You are a strong, independent and selfless woman, how dare he betray your trust by cheating on you? Dean knew that if Anthony was in front of him at this moment, he wouldn't be standing long, because Dean would punch him.

Dean's heart nearly broke in two when he heard what you said about not believing in a forever love anymore. He made a vow to himself to do everything he could to restore your faith and belief in love again.

The rest of the evening went a little more smoothly than it did at the beginning. When the movie was over, you walked Dean to the door, where he lingered a little. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear just before he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead. He said he would call you in the morning about plans for the day, and that he'd  like to see you again. You agreed, and wished him goodnight, a sentiment which he returned.

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On Monday afternoon, Charlie called you to the front about something. You had no idea what it could be, so you washed your hands and went to find her. When you got up front, you saw a vase with a dozen roses of assorted colors in it. "The card's for you, and I think you have some 'splaining to do," she teased.

You opened the card, and as you read it to yourself, your cheeks grew warm, which did not escape anyone's notice. You replaced the card in the envelope and slid it in your pocket without sharing its contents.

Kara spread her arms wide then dropped them to her sides in exasperation. "So? What gives? Are they from 'him'? What did the card say?" she asked.

"First of all, yes, they're from Dean. And 'B', I don't have to tell you what the card said," you replied mysteriously.

"Must have been some weekend if she's not willing to share details," Charlie muttered.

"Wouldn't YOU like to know," you taunted.

"YEAH! Actually, I would like to know!" Charlie shot back, but with a small smile. It was nice to see you happy, something she hadn't seen in you for quite some time. Not since the divorce, anyway. Charlie decided that if Dean was who made you happy, then it didn't matter what the card said. Still curious, though, she thought to herself.

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In the months leading up to the anniversary party, you and Dean spent more and more time together. You took turns cooking dinner and hanging out at each other's houses. Most nights you ended up on the porch swing, sitting and talking as people walked by. Those were the times you treasured, when it was just the two of you, sometimes his dog. The walls around your heart, put there because of Anthony, were starting to come down, allowing your trust in Dean to grow.

Dean was careful to take things between you at your pace. As much as he wanted to get closer to you, he wanted more than anything for you to be comfortable being with him. Nights out on the porch started with holding hands and soft kisses. Then it moved to the two of you snuggled together in the cool night air or on the couch during a movie. You learned that Dean gave good foot massages, which felt like heaven after a day on your feet baking pies.

One night after dinner at your place, you were standing at the sink rinsing dishes to be put in the dishwasher. You were too busy singing to yourself and swaying your hips. You failed to notice what was going on behind you in the kitchen.

Dean had come around the corner to enter the kitchen, only to hear you singing and see you dancing. Never had he heard a sweeter sound than the melody of your voice, whether singing, speaking or laughing. He quietly positioned himself so he was in your path, directly behind you. If you pivoted just right, you'd run straight into him, which was exactly what he wanted.

You needed to check if there were any other dirty dishes in the dining room. You turned away from the sink and ran smack dab into Dean, your palms landing flat against his solid chest. As he looked down to you, his eyes held a spark of amusement. You looked closer and caught a fleeting glimpse of what you thought was adoration and maybe even love.

"Careful there, darlin’. Wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself. Most accidents happen in the kitchen, or so I've heard," Dean explained softly.

"Well," you said as your tongue darted out to lick your lips. That move was nearly Dean's undoing, though you were unaware of its effect on him. "If I fall, I'm sure you'll be there to catch me. Right?" you asked breathily.

"Sweetheart, I will always be there for you," he promised, brushing your cheeks with his fingertips. "Anthony didn't know what he had when you were together. You deserve to be told every day how loved and cherished you are. You should know what a vibrant, sexy woman you are and how lucky I am that I get to do this." He bent his head towards you and captured your lips with his.

At first, the kiss was soft and tender, as if Dean was testing the boundaries between you. As your mouths moved in tandem, the kisses became more insistent and urgent. You slid your hands up his chest and moved them behind his head. Grinning with mischief, your delicate fingers played with the hairs at the base of his neck.

You could feel his smile as he dropped open-mouthed kisses along your neck, behind your ear, wherever he could reach. You felt the tickle of the vibrations against your skin from his playful growl at your teasing his neck. When the need for oxygen became too great, you broke apart, both breathing heavily.

"Whoa, Dean. That was amazing," you whispered.

"Sugar, you're more than 'amazing', I was going to say 'magical'," Dean replied.

"Dean, really, I'm not--" he silenced your protest by sealing his lips to yours once again. There was just enough of an opening between you for Dean's tongue to sneak through. A fact that he took full advantage of, and when your tongues met, a moan of pleasure escaped from you.

Dean's hands roamed up and down your back as he reached into your hair and gently tugged your head back, exposing your neck. "So beautiful," he murmured against your skin, nipping and ultimately leaving his mark on you for all to see.

Your hands slid around from behind his head to cradle his face so you could attack his lips once again. Just before you dove in to capture his mouth with your own, Dean pulled back a little.

"Is this okay, sweetheart? Or do you want more? We can stop anytime you want," he assured you.

Without a moment's hesitation, "More, I want more with you Dean. Let's go upstairs," you replied as you tugged his hand for him to follow.

Once upstairs in your room, layers of clothing were shed one by one. With no more clothing barriers between you, Dean nudged you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You climbed up onto the mattress, crawling until you reached the middle. Dean soon joined you and leaned down to kiss you.

His hands and mouth took their time in worshiping every inch of your exposed skin, as if committing it to memory. Your mouth and hands were doing the same, mapping every muscle, every scar, every detail of his exquisite bare body.

Never had you been with such a patient lover, one who was more interested in learning what brought you pleasure than chasing his own end. He wanted to know which touch produced which sounds, so he could fulfill your every desire.

For as much as he was learning about you, there was an eagerness on your end to return the favor. You wanted to discover what sounds he would produce with every caress or stroke of your fingers on his skin. That way, you could be sure to replay each move as often as possible.

The silence of your room was punctuated with breathy words of affection and moans of ecstasy from the two of you. Layers of passion were built higher and higher as you both chased your release. Finally, you both tumbled over the edge, one after the other, each whispering declarations of love.

Later, after getting cleaned up, he belatedly realized that neither of you used protection. You assured him that you were clean and had just renewed your birth control, which eased his mind. He wrapped his arm around you so that your head rested on his chest. You could hear his steady heartbeat, which brought out a sigh of contentment from you.

"Hey," he whispered softly, turning to face you. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing it.

"Hey yourself," you grinned. At the serious look on his face, you pulled back a little. "Is everything okay? Oh, god, you don't regret--" he interrupted your spiraling mind with a kiss.

"No, sweetheart, never! You're an incredible woman, and I don't regret one second of what just happened between us. Quite the opposite, actually," he chuckled. "I wanted to ask if you would be my 'plus-one' to my parents' anniversary party," he finished.

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "Really?" you whispered. "You want me to meet your parents? That's such an important occasion," you remarked as the self-doubt kicked in.

"I know. That's why I want the woman I love by my side," he replied.

"You love me?" you asked softly.

"Darlin', I've been in love with you since you moved in. Why do you think I'm out on my porch, every morning, when you leave for work? If I don't catch sight of you, even through the curtains, I don't feel like I'll have a good day. You're a strong, passionate and intelligent woman, with a kind and generous heart. There is everything to love about you," he explained.

"Dean, the past few months we've spent together have been wonderful. I feel so comfortable around you, like I can finally be myself. I can tell you anything, without fear of being judged in any way. You are an amazing man, Dean Winchester. I fell in love with you when we went to lunch at The Bluebird Café. That day and everything between us since has restored my belief in a 'forever love'. I love you, Dean," you finished.

"Guess this means you're going shopping for a dress, huh?" he asked, to which you nodded. "Well, sweetheart, you'd better make sure it looks as good on you as it's going to on my bedroom floor," he smirked.

"Your bedroom floor?" you arched an eyebrow in mock annoyance. "Who's to say we wouldn't come back here after the party? Then it would be my bedroom floor," you pointed out.

"Either one works for me, darlin', as long as it ends with you out of the dress," he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

"You are so lucky that I love you," you remarked.

"Yes, I am. I love you too," he replied softly, as he placed a slow, luxurious kiss on your lips.

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The Miys, Ch. 102

Okay, trying to queue this again after it apparently got eaten along with chapter 101.

Y’all pray for me to whatever higher powers you believe in or can make up on the spot. Thanks.

Thanks for this chapter goes to the fabulous anon who sent me an ask about Jedis. I really, really hope you are seeing this chapter and I hope you like it. I also want to thank @baelpenrose​ as my resident Star Wars expert, who checked, double checked, and triple checked my writing to make sure everything was as entertaining/accurate as possible.

Before you all cringe at some comments Sophia makes, she is deliberately downplaying her knowledge of Star Wars in an attempt to see if she can give some of the other characters a twitchy eye.

After an extraordinarily bizarre situation regarding my former foe and who I assumed was his partner, I was profoundly relieved to find myself in a very boring, very normal situation a couple of weeks later. Even the regular family dinner was pretty normal: grilled cheese on a very good sourdough, with a tomato soup so garlicky that even I had no objections to it. I made a point to puree it, so Derek was very happy with the texture and I was happy with the flavor. Arthur shot me odd looks once in a while, but it was a happy, calm dinner.

And things were going… so well… I thought as Maverick dragged everyone into his quiet argument with Sam.

“Sam,” He stated emphatically as he dunked his sandwich and ripped a tomato-soaked piece from it. “We all want it to be real but… humans don’t exist outside of Earth and the Ark.”

“Yoda is not human,” Sam insisted loudly, grinning the entire time.

I choked on my soup. “Yoda? You two have been arguing Star Wars this whole time?”

“Maverick insists they are not real,” Sam enunciated carefully. When he got excited about a topic he loved, he had a tendency to rush everything and drop syllables, making his words nearly impossible to understand.

“They meaning Jedi?” Arthur asked, eyeballing the pile of sandwiches on the table. Finally he snagged his third half-sandwich and dunked it without ceremony. “As much as I wish they were real, I have my doubts.”

So did I. “Human beings who can use telepathy, telekinesis, and distance-empathy?” I scrunched my nose. “I think that’s a bit far-fetched.”

“But extraterrestrials exist,” Sam pointed out.

Conor nodded. “They do, obviously. Otherwise, Noah would be a bloody big figment of our imagination.” Shaking his head, he smiled. “If we didn’t make Santa real as children, I doubt we could make up someone like Noah, right?”

Sam only got more serious. “I was always taught that aliens don’t exist. My teachers told me that the only life off of Earth were bacteria. But, even if Else is bacteria, Noah isn’t. So, maybe other things we thought were pretend are real.”

The table was silent for a moment, shattered only by Derek dusting bread crumbs from his hands as ceremoniously and loudly as humanly possible. “Sam has a point,” he signed. “Fabricators exist, aliens exist.. Hell, telepathy exists - “

“Not telepathy,” Miys interjected from above.

“Neuro-pheremonal communication exists,” Derek finger-spelled, making a point of how cumbersome the term was in a way none of the rest of us really could. Seven minutes later, he took a slurp of soup and continued. “Unicorns exist, even if they are chubby. Why not Jedi?”

I opened my mouth to refute, then realized I couldn’t: we had the genetic code for both narwhals and rhinoceros in the gene bank. Good effing luck convincing anyone unicorns don’t exist, I guess. Instead, I grasped on my one last leg of logic. “But humans, like Luke Starkiller and Obi-whatsit Kenoshi don’t actually exist.”

Maverick looked absolutely revolted by something, which confused me. He liked tomato soup, and actually chose the cheese for the sandwiches himself. “Sophia. Have you even seen those movies?” He was absolutely aghast as he posed his question, and I suddenly understood what he was revolted by.

“Of course I did,” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “In college, in Intro to Adolescent Literature.”

Soup abruptly coated everything on the table as both Arthur and Conor spat violently at my clarification. Arthur scrubbed his chin the fastest, so had the honor of levelling his incredulity at me. “Sophia Reid. Do you mean to tell me that you have only seen Star Wars ONE TIME?”

I shook my head, confused. “No. I’ve seen all three.”

“ELEVEN,” Sam corrected me loudly. “There are eleven movies.”

“Please, please tell me you at least saw Rogue One,” Maverick begged. “You may not have known it was a Star Wars movie?”

“Is that the one where the robot hits the guy and says he has another fresh one?” I asked carefully.

Maverick nodded. Arthur, however, looked like he was about to start breathing fire. “I am going to force you to consume every bit of Star Wars media worth consuming if I have to get Charly and Derek to program the audio versions to play in every room you enter.”

“I can do that,” Derek signed, unhelpfully.

Arthur just nodded. “See? I can make this happen. Your quarters will feel like Hoth, all digital communications will sound like C-3PO, and many Bothans will die before your datapad functions.”

Alarmingly, Miys interjected. “Wisdom, Bothans are an endangered species. Please do not encourage Educator Farro to commit atrocities.”

I was still gasping in confusion when Arthur recovered from his choking. “Oh shit. Bothans are real? They were a very back-stabby race of dog-type people who fought against fascists in Terran media. I thought, at least. I wouldn’t actually kill a real one… I am far more high functioning of a sociopath than that, thank you.”

“Noah,” I choked out. “Are you serious? Are Bothans real?”

“Affirmative,” they responded, setting off an entirely new round of choking and sputtering. I would need to have something done about my floors if this kept up. “And while they do resemble Terran canines on a very superficial level, they are genetically more closely related to a Terran fern.”

Arthur looked like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. “That is the least back-stabbing and least threatening plant I can possibly think of.”

Conor, not to be outdone, was still curious. “Boston or Fiddlehead?”

“Asparagus fern, Human Conor,” was the reply that set off a thousand coughs.

Sam recovered first. “That does not mean Jedi don’t exist,” he insisted.

“Of course Jedi exist,” Miys answered in a tone that was as close to being confused as I had ever heard.

Almost immediately, Arthur, Maverick, and Sam started cheering and high-fiving. Conor looked confused, while I spat my soup out again.

“WHAT?” I choked out between attempts at keeping tomatoes and garlic out of my lungs.

“They are as real as any member of any other Terran religion.”

Silence ruled the room for a split second, broken first by Arthur throwing his fork in the air behind him.  Like a signal, it led to Sam and Maverick dropping their head to their forearms with a groan.

I managed to recover enough to slide my food away, lest I risk death over an absurd conversation. “Are there anything like Jedi in the known galaxy?” I asked, receiving a thumbs up from Arthur, who was still trying not to choke on his soup.

“Only in small measures.”

That seemed like the magic phrase to snap Arthur out of whatever coughing fit he was having. “Are there any species in the galaxy that have Jedi abilities?”

“You will need to be more specific.”

Conor, laughter out of his system, joined gamely. “Is there anything that can move physical objects without touching them directly?” he started.

“Several species can,” Miys conceded. “Those who only experience what you consider ‘sight’ as changes in air currents can, in fifty-four percent of cases so far, also change the air currents in a sufficient way as to move physical objects.”

“Wait,” I interrupted. “They can stare at something hard enough to move it?”

“Wisdom, if I experienced physical pain, I am certain that your oversimplification just now would have caused such a sensation.”

Without rebutting, I waved for Miys to continue and ignored the laughter caused by the comment.

“Similarly, there are species more limited than Hujylsogox, who can perceive the physical world strictly through sound,” they continued. “In such cases, it is not uncommon for these species to also alter their surroundings by vibrating physical objects at a frequency that causes them to move within physical space.” A brief pause before, “And no, Wisdom, that does not mean they scream at objects until such objects move. I would also like to point out, Educator Farro, that the same species can cause internal organs to vibrate as a sufficient frequency as to cut off air flow.”

“Force choke is real,” Arthur whisper-shouted, mildly horrified. Clearing his throat, he spoke more clearly for his next question. “What about ‘there is a disturbance in the Force, as if many voices cried out’ etc?”

Miys buzzed thoughtfully for a moment before replying more clearly. “There are number of species who are able to perceive and interpret with great accuracy any changes in interstellar radiation, no matter how small. Should, say, a star go nova or collapse into a black hole, they are very reliable in providing information to cartographers. Should such a species state with certainty that a planet ceased to exist, I would need to see the planet from orbit in order to disbelieve them.”

Maverick let loose a low whistle, but it was Sam who spoke next. “But what about living beings, on an individual level. I know you can do that, but can any other species?”

“It is, perhaps, the most common trait in the known galaxy,” Miys admitted. “Even humans can do this, to a degree, although you tend to ignore it against all logic.”

“Okay. What about force lightning, though?”

I actually started to respond to that, having an answer finally, but Miys beat me to the draw. “Species who communicate through electrical currents are more numerous in the galaxy than those who can see. In the same way, they need to be able to manipulate such currents. Their young are frequently sequestered on their home worlds in order to prevent electrocution of species whose neural organs can be disrupted by uncontrolled communication. The same species are capable of using those same currents to increase their own synaptic response and reflexes.”

I almost wanted to laugh at Maverick’s face. He looked frustrated and ashamed in a way that I could not figure out. Maybe because these abilities existed, but not in humans? Regardless, his tone was frustrated when he asked his next question. “What about force ghosts? Please tell me those are real?”

“Very much so,” Miys confirmed. “Though likely not in the way you think. What you consider ‘Force Ghosts’ are, in the galaxy as it is, the result of technological advancement combined with spiritual beliefs.” A few groans surrounded the table, but Maverick perked up slightly. “Many species believe, as a result of their evolution, that their predecessors’ life energy persists after death. In these cultures, it is so common as to be unremarkable for a person to have a synaptic recording chip installed shortly after birth, to record their entire lives. They, then, pass their chip on to their successor in  position.” Wait a minute… I thought, but Miys continued before I could put everything together. “In such circumstances, many species’s neural organs will manifest a… personality, separate from the original, in order to preserve mental stability. Such manifestations are very similar to what Terran media considers a ‘Force ghost’.”

“Hang on,” I ventured, holding my hand up emphatically to cut off any other questions from the table. “That. Stop there.” Taking a deep breath, I thought back through everything I had read in the past. “I thought the idea of deliberately having multiple, distinct identities was… a story, honestly.”

“Even in your own past, it was discovered that the human brain can host two distinct personalities with no difficulty, Wisdom,” Miys admonished. “These species, however, are uniquely adapted so that, along with the memory implant, they suffer no actual combination or confusion of experiences. What their ancestor experienced is their ancestor’s memory, and what the person experiences is the person's memory. A person cannot overwrite an ancestral core. Only speak to it.”

“Can humans do that?” Sam asked, dazed in wonder at this new revelation.

“Not yet,” Miys responded. “But I do insist on the word ‘yet’, as you were never meant to do many of the things you do now.”

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Summary:

What if Juno didn't have time to heal properly from the soul incident before he and Ransom went on their first mission in the Aurinko crime family?

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“I recommend we turn our walk into a run.” Nureyev said, not daring to look at the scene Miss Nova Zolotova was making.  “A very fast run, Go!”  and gave a gentle shove to the small of Juno’s back as they broke into a sprint, Juno hitching up the golden skirt as they fled.  His footsteps fell farther and farther behind, glancing back Nureyev saw his face twisted into a grimace “Quickly now Detective!” he called.

“I’d like to see you run in 6 inch heal-ahh!” he stumbled and Nureyev grasped his elbow to keep him upright at the very least.  He’d have to have a chat with Buddy about practical footwear later.  Hopefully. 

The security was closing in fast, one of them even throwing a flashy prop blaster at their retreating backs; the shot went wide.  It was no matter.  There was their ride up ahead, hovering just over the precipice of the floating mansion.  He’d rarely been so glad to see a car.

“When I say jump-”

“What are you crazy?! I’m not gonna-”

“Jump!” 

The pair dove into the transport’s open door, Nureyev never loosening his hold on a screaming Juno’s arm as they fell into a heap in the back seat.  

“Hello.” said Jet “please fasten your seatbelts.”

“A little busy- at the moment.” Nureyev disentangled an arm to pull the door shut.  “For now, might I suggest we make our getaway.”  Several drones shot out of crevices.  While the security inside had to meet aesthetic requirements, there were no such restrictions on the outer team.

“I’m merely pointing out that our escape may be bumpy.” said Jet, nonetheless plugging their route on the controls. Doing a complicated maneuver to avoid a hasty trap.  Juno hissed as the pair were jostled about, clinging to Nureyev in a peculiar fashion “The security is different from the schematics Buddy provided.” Jet grunted, pulling hard on the steering console.  

“They updated the security system at 2 a.m.” Nureyev supplied, throwing out a hand to brace against the car’s side.  

“2 a.m.?  A last minute security switch then.”

“Quite, not the most organized affair, but a switch nonetheless.” It was Juno that found that out, Juno that had saved his overly cocky self from being caught by the cameras.  He was still rattled from the whole affair.  

The lady in question was unusually quiet, the quietest he’d been all evening.  Huddling into Nureyev’s side where he’d landed; a hand wrapped around his middle, breath coming in fast and shallow.  Nureyev was reminded of Juno's less than favorable reaction to their joy ride in the Ruby 7.  Was this his motion sickness?  or- something else- concern welled up in his chest.

“Juno?” he asked softly, struggling into an upright position moving the other with him “You didn’t get hurt, did you?” 

“Wha?  No- it’s juss-'' he pushed away and leaned over “hard for a lady to catch his breath in a get up like this.  Besides'' he winced, reaching into the folds of the skirt “landed on something kind of hard.” and produced the Gilded Globe of Reaches Far with a weak smile, that made Nureyev’s nerves flutter.  The golden circuitry and intricately carved gems glinting in the faint light of the floating mansion.  Nearly losing it after a sharp maneuver from Jet.

“Might I suggest you put that away until we are back in the carte blanche?”  

Once back, they were informed to make a showing for the family meeting to debrief the others on the mission.  Juno disappeared to change, hobbling into the meeting room a half hour later looking morose. 

“So kind of you to make it darling. I was just about to send Jet after you.” Buddy greeted.  

“That dress is a nightmare to get out of.” he shot back.  

“Yes, well, if you need help, all you have to do is ask.  Ransom,” Juno made a funny sort of cough “has just been telling us the details.  It worked for the best this time, but for future reference, when you have an account filled with fake credits, best not draw too much attention to it.”

Juno sighed, collapsing into a seat.  Something seemed to be weighing on the detective, something other than the disaster of a mission the pair had endured.  Nureyev kept glancing over, noting the way Juno sat hunched over on himself, the tired way he recanted the mission, the way he tore their performance to shreds.  They had finally started to work as a team near the end, but before then- well, they both had a lot to say about the faults in their plans.  The only thing Buddy scolded them for was failing to keep her in the loop, and chastising Nureyev for not relying more on Juno.  

They had successfully retrieved the globe but it did not feel like a victory.  

Later, after the debriefing and a private word with Buddy, Juno came to his room to talk.  Well, Juno talked, a long winded apology Nureyev barely managed to listen to as his mind whirred with the information Buddy left him.

“Point is I’m jus- sorry.”  he stopped, eye over bright and wide in anticipation.  

Nureyev couldn’t think of what to say, it was clearly his turn, as it were, clearly the time to speak, but….

“Juno-” his voice came out soft and strained.  

The other man stood unsteadily “I-I’m too late aren't I, damn it, I- I should leave-” 

Nureyev swallowed, catching Juno’s hand in his “Not too late, Juno, not too late at all.” he gave a short humorless laugh “In fact, I can’t think of anyone I would want to stay with more than you.”  

Relief washed over Juno’s face as he pulled away.  “Hell, don’ tell me that’s it!”  He started to laugh, there was something off about it though, “You know how s-scared I was of-of this?  Of us?  Of- ahhh-'' he doubled over clutching his stomach for the second time that day.  

Nureyev dashed to his side “Juno?  Juno what’s wrong?” He grasped his shoulders trying to get him to look him in the eye.  They sank to the floor, Nureyev pulling him close like he had done in Miasma’s compound.  

That’s when he realized what was so off putting about the situation, Juno was in pain, serious pain and had been for quite some time.  Only he’d been too caught up in his own stupid thoughts to notice it before.  Just like the mission.  

The last instance he saw Juno this bad off was during Miasma's experiments in an old Martian Tomb.  

“Juno!”

“N-Nothin- jus feelin a bit woozy-”

“Woozy?” Nureyev pulled him closer, ghosting a hand down his side and- there was something damp there, sticky even.  

“Yeah, being swept off your feet has that effect on a la-ahh!” he curled tighter into his chest, like he did in the car, breathing far too hard.  “Don’ touch.”  Nureyev wasn’t paying attention now, thoroughly distracted by the russet smear cross his fingers.

“Juno you’re bleeding.”  His mind reeled.  Juno had been hurt, but when- how?  Why hadn’t he said anything.  

“Oh yeah, what do you know?  Thanks for the update.”

“Let me have a look.”

“N-no, it’s fine.”  He struggled to push himself upright, “shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” he pushed Juno back gently so he was resting against the dresser.  Juno let him, leaning his head back and closing his eye in exhaustion.  Lifting his shirt elicited a soft “ohhh-” from the thief.  

He was covered in injuries that couldn’t be more than a few weeks old, judging by the angry red and pink of the lacerations.  The corset couldn’t have been doing his healing process any favors.  Some of the wounds had opened, and Juno had placed large Band-Aids over the top.  Those would need tending to, but the one that was most concerning was one where a bandage was wrapped around his lower ribcage, blood dying the once pristine fabric a deep red.  

“May of had a lil’ more f-fun than anticipated today-”  

“Juno, what happened?” Nureyev cupped his face, gently stroking a thumb over Juno’s cheek bone.  He felt hot to the touch.  It only added to the concern.  

“Stupid really- I hit some space junk- and-” he paused, pulling in air “it hit back.” 

“Space junk-? Never mind that, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I did-”

“What? When?”

“At the meeting family thing.  Wasn’t- feelin my best-”

Nureyev thought back to the family meeting hours ago, he hadn’t been paying attention.  He remembered Juno supporting his resume and spilling his coffee moments after a defiant declaration to Buddy he could drink it.  The situation had been comical at the time, but he remembered how his hands had shook-  Same when he tripped on the carpet to the galla.  

Juno was many things, but he wasn’t a novice to heals or an elegant gown, his performance on the dance floor spoke to his skill.  His impatience to end the auction, and the way he’d bulled him over when he tried taking the globe prematurely.  The way his face had twisted, and how tightly he squeezed Nureyev-  Was that what had done it?  Or was it when they escaped to the transport-   

The truth was, Nureyev hadn’t been paying attention.  He didn’t pay attention and Juno was hurting because of it.

“Wasn’t feeling your best?  Juno, these are serious injuries.”

“N-not anymore-” Juno sighed “And we needed- the map- the Cure Mother-” he drew in another ragged breath “It could do a lot of pe-eople a lot a good.” 

Fear coiled in Nureyev’s gut as he thought of the words Buddy had said to him mear hours before ‘We are not legends- legends are dead things-’

How many times had Juno almost become a legend himself?  How many times had he tried to sacrifice himself for the greater good? 

“I’m going to get Vespa.”

“N-no!” Juno gasped, grabbing hold of the other’s wrist “Nureyev, please- I- I don’t want her to see me- right now.  Don’t need it-”

“Detective, you need more than I can give you.”

“It’ll stop- soon-” he was almost pleading “please, jus’ stay.” 

Nureyev looked at Juno Steel for a good long moment- he loved this man- it was a simple truth that he’d tried to run from- even going so far as to let him walk away on those soft feet in the dead of the night all that time ago-

He could live without Juno Steel- but it was getting harder and harder to understand why he’d wanted too.  

“Oh- have it your way Detective.  But you’re going to let me patch you up at the very least; I will not have you bleeding out on my watch.”

Juno gave an exhausted, wicked grin “Thanks Toots.” 

Nureyev relieved Juno of his soaked shirt and unwounded the bandage; careful as to not interfere with the clotting blood to reveal a truly evil wound.  A jagged V carved into the side of his ribcage, deviating into the vulnerable flesh of his stomach; half-healed bruises blotching his skin.  It wasn’t hard to believe Juno lost a fight with space junk.  The stitching had torn apart, none too neatly either.  

It wasn’t wise to stitch him up again, best let the doctor do the proper patching.  But, maybe, he could hold it off till morning.

He cleaned it best he could, Juno occasionally letting out little piteous sounds as he worked.  It was intimate, he could feel every stuttering breath under his long fingers, every twitch and tensed muscle.  He had him like this before, under more enjoyable circumstances, delighting in the honesty that played across his face-  But now- there were only gasps of pain and watery smiles.  Worry settled heavily in his chest, he’d just gotten him back, and now this-

Fresh gauze packed tight and back the bandage went.  Juno’s feverish head resting in the crock of Nureyev’s neck as he wound it tightly around.  He was given a fresh bed shirt, the largest one Nureyev had packed.  Juno was more muscular than he was, smaller in stature but broader of shoulder.  He was lucky to find anything to fit him at all.

“Okay, to bed love.” and pressed a kiss into his curls, marveling at how easy the term of endearment slipped from his lips.  “You’ve got a doctor’s appointment in the morning.” 

“I- don’ want too-” Juno whined, but placidly allowed Nureyev to maneuver him to the mattress.  He curled on his good side, laying his head in the hollow point of Nureyev’s arm.  

Nureyev found himself hoping that this time, he would stay.  

In the morning- he’d see Juno treated and that would be that.  He ran his fingers along his back in a soothing fashion and fell asleep to his lady’s gentle breath.  

 It was that same breath that woke Nureyev some odd hours later-

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Chasing Butterflies: Twilight’s Last Gleaming

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Season 1; Episode 5: Twilight’s Last Gleaming Pairings: OC x OC best friends, no love interests chosen yet Warnings: Swearing and mild violence Word Count: 2,265

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"E! Nova! You guys gotta get up and see this!" Harper calls as she walks into the girls tent. She moves to shake Elara awake and turns to check that Nova is up when Elara blinks her eyes open. "Come on!" She says once more leaving the tent.

Elara and Nova share a look but stand up following Elara's old cellmate out of their tent. Elara stands with just a singlet and underwear and Nova in a sports bra and pants. Upon exiting the tent they see the rest of the delinquents looking up at something in the sky.

They follow their gazes to see a pod from the ark falling to Earth. "They're coming to help us. Now we can kick some grounder ass." Jones says from the girls left.

The rest of the delinquents cheer. Nova rolls her eyes as she hears Roma mutter, "Please tell me they brought some shampoo."

"I hope they sent weapons." Nova says.

"And medical supplies and warmer clothes." Elara adds.

Nova turns on her heel, heading back inside the tent. She throws on a shirt and her jacket then starts packing a small bag. A few minutes later Elara joins her back inside, "We're going, right?" Elara asks.

"I am. And I'll bring some others. You should stay behind though." Nova replies.

"What? Why?" 

"I don't know where Clarke is right now. You need to stay here since you have medical experience."

Elara sighs, "Fine. Just be safe."

"Always am."

This comment makes Elara raise an eyebrow at the petite girl, "Please. Don't make me laugh." Nova smirks then walks past her and out of the tent. 

"Octavia! Ready?" Nova calls.

Octavia nods, "Yeah, we just have to get Bellamy." Nova follows Octavia into the tent used for setting up plans, "We should get moving. Everyone's ready."

"No one's going anywhere. Not while it's dark it isn't safe. We'll head out at first light; pass the word." Bellamy answers.

"You aren't the boss of me in case you’ve forgotten. I'm going whether you like it or not." Nova snaps at the older boy.

"Can you please listen for once in your life." Bellamy sighs.

Octavia answers before Nova can argue, "Everyone for a hundred miles saw this thing come down. What if the grounders get to it first? Bell, we should go now."

"I said we wait till sunrise." He says once more.

Octavia huffs and leaves the tent, "I'm going. I don't care if I go alone. No grounder is going to get me. And you can't make me stay." Nova says. She turns on her heel to leave but Bellamy grabs her arm, stopping her.

"Nova, I'm serious. I don't want you getting hurt."

Nova carefully looks at Bellamy, "If you keep acting like that I'm going to start thinking you care about me, Blake."

Bellamy cracks a smile, "Maybe I do, angel."

"Well you know I can fight. A grounder doesn't have a chance against me. And if you're that concerned, come with me."

"You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

Nova tilts her head and smirks, "What made you think that?"

Bellamy rolls his eyes and finally let's go of her arm. "So, are you coming with me?" Nova asks.

Bellamy sighs, "Sorry for this, Nova." Nova opens her mouth to ask what he means but before any words leave her mouth Bellamy hits her over her head with a heavy stick, knocking her out.

Nova slumps over, Bellamy catching her before she hits the ground. He gently lays her down and walks past her out the tent, getting ready to leave the camp without anyone else's knowledge. 

Outside of the tent Elara made herself busy talking with some of the other delinquents. After about 15 minutes Elara looks around, a concerned look plastered on her face. "Have any of you seen Nova?"

The delinquents around her shake their heads, "She probably left." Atlas says.

Elara turns her head to look at her ex-boyfriend. "Bellamy said to wait until sunrise."

"Like she would listen to him. Come on, Elara. You're her best friend. Don't you know her better than that?"

Elara rolls her eyes, "Did anyone see her leave?"

"I didn't."

"Then help me look for her. If she's not here then you're probably right."

This time Atlas rolls his eyes, but rather than arguing he turns around to start looking for Nova. Not thinking that he would actually find her, he pushes open the tent that they use to discuss plans. His eyes immediately find the petite girl.

He sticks his head out of the tent, "Elara! I found her!" He yells for the brunette. Hearing his calls she quickly runs out of the dropship and to the tent. She rushes over to Nova and gently shakes her awake.

Atlas stands over her shoulder, watching the interaction. "Nov? Nova, wake up." Elara quietly says.

Nova finally wakes up groaning and raising her hand to the side of her head. "I'm going to kill Bellamy." She grunts out.

"What? What did he do?" Elara asks.

"He fucking knocked me out. What a piece of shit."

Nova pushes herself off the ground, almost making herself lose her balance. "Be careful! You might have a concussion!"

"I'll be fine once I kill him."

"Nova Marie Kane!" Elara scolds. 

Nova looks at her shocked, "Did you just mom me?" Elara glares, "Sorry, not funny. But seriously I feel fine. Just incredibly pissed off. Can I please go find Bellamy so I can kill him now?"

Without waiting for a reply Nova pushes past Elara and Atlas. She walks outside the tent at the same time that Clarke and Finn enter the camp. "Did you guys see that? You know it's from the Ark, right? It has to be." Fox tells the two delinquents.

"Grab your stuff. Let's find out." Clarke replies.

"Bellamy said we're gonna wait until sunrise." Fox says.

"Where is he?" Clarke asks, starting to walk towards his tent.

"Don't bother. He already left. Let's go." Nova says. She angrily walks past delinquents, who are literally jumping out of her way. She exits the camp, Clarke and Finn on her heels.

"What do you mean? How do you know he already left?" Finn asks.

"Because the asshole knocked me out so I didn't leave. Whatever is in that pod he wants bad. And he has a head start."

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Just as the sun begins to rise, the trio of delinquents arrive at the area where the pod landed. "Should we split up?" Clarke asks.

"Yeah. You go that way, Clarke." Finn says, gesturing to the left. "You can check that way." He gestures to the right.

Nova and Clarke nod, "Stay within yelling distance." Nova says, walking away from the other two.

After wandering aimlessly for a few minutes Nova turns around to head back the way she came. She makes it to the pod just in time to see a girl kissing Finn. "Well, that's one way to greet someone." Nova says.

Nova looks towards Clarke, seeing that Clarke looks rather annoyed. Her attention is brought back to Finn and the girl when Finn asks, "How did you get here?"

"You know that big scraphold? The one on K deck?" She answers.

"You built that from scrap?"

"I kind of rebuilt it." Finn laughs in response. 

"You're insane." He says with a shake of his head.

"I'd do more for you and worse. Just like you would for me." She staggers into Finn's arms. 

"Come on, sit down." Finn says. He leads her over to a rock and takes his jacket off to put around her. 

Clarke and Nova finally walk over to the couple, "You need to put pressure on her wound." Clarke says, handing Finn an ice pack.

"Thanks," The girl says.

"This is Clarke and Nova. They were on the dropship too. This is Raven." Finn introduces.

"Clarke? This was all because of your mom."

"My mom?" Clarke asks, shock evident in her voice.

"This was all her plan. We were trying to come down here together. If we waited-" She cuts herself off, "Oh my God. We couldn't wait because the council was voting whether to kill three hundred people to save air."

"When?" Clarke asks in a panic.

"Today. We have to tell them you're alive." We all move back to the pod. Raven reaches inside, "The radio's gone." She says, moving back to face the other three.

"That jackass." Nova curses. She squeezes her hand into a fist and punches the pod. She hisses in pain as the sensitive skin on her knuckles comes into contact with the metal. 

Clarke reaches over to Nova in concern but Nova pushes her away, "I'm fine. We have to head back. We need to find him."

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Spotting Bellamy, Nova quickly runs over and punches the older boy across the face. She shoves him against a tree and pulls out her knife, holding it against his neck, "I should kill you." She hisses out, glaring.

Bellamy glares back but doesn't say anything, knowing that he deserves this. "Where the hell is it Bellamy?" Clarke asks from behind Nova.

"Where's what?" He questions, playing dumb.

"They're getting ready to kill three hundred people up there to save oxygen, and I can guarantee you it won't be council members. It'll be working people, your people."

"Where's the radio?" Finn asks.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bellamy says once more.

"Stop playing dumb Blake." Nova says through clenched teeth.

"Blake? Bellamy Blake? They're looking everywhere for you." Raven says.

Nova turns her head to look at the girl but doesn't stop pressing her knife to his throat. "Why are they looking for him?" Clarke asks.

"Shut up." Bellamy grunts out.

"He shot Chancellor Jaha." Raven replies.

"That's why you took the wristbands. Needed everyone to think we're dead." Clarke says.

"All that whatever the hell we want? You just care about saving your own skin." Finn glares at Bellamy.

Nova scoffs and finally backs away, shaking her head. "Where the hell is the radio Bellamy?" She asks.

Bellamy rolls his eyes," Jaha deserved to die. You all know that."

"Yeah, he's not my favorite person either, but he isn't dead." Raven replies.

"What?"

"You're a lousy shot."

Clarke steps closer to Bellamy, "Bellamy, don't you see what this means? You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. That's who you are. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?"

Bellamy hesitates, then sighs, "It's too late."

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*

 After regrouping at the camp and bringing more delinquents out to help look for the radio, the group stood in the river where Bellamy threw the radio.

Bellamy moves towards Elara, "It's going to take a long time for Nova to forgive me, isn't it?" He asks.

Elara looks at him, "Why does that matter to you?"

Bellamy shrugs, "I don't know. I guess it was kinda nice with her not hating me all the time. But I fucked up big time."

"Yeah, you did."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes. But I don't hold grudges. I know you did it to protect Octavia."

Bellamy nods, "Hey! I found it!" Jones calls bringing Elara and Bellamy's attention away from each other.

They all run over, "Can you fix it?" Clarke asks Raven.

"Maybe, but it'll take half the day just to dry out the components to see what's broken." Raven answers.

"Like I said, it's too late." Bellamy replies.

Clarke marches up to Bellamy and shoves his chest, "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?"

"You asked me to help. I helped."

"Is there any other way we can let them know that we're alive?" Nova asks, stopping any arguing.

"You mean without a radio?" Finn asks.

"Yeah, I have an idea." Raven replies, smiling brightly at Nova. "You're a genius."

Nova shrugs, "I've been called a lot of things but never a genius." She then flashes one of her rare smiles, "I like it."

Elara can't help the laugh that escapes her lips. 

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 As night falls, the group of delinquents get ready to launch flares. The group quickly gets everything set up and lights the flares. The rockets blast off, the delinquents all looking up at them in awe. 

Clarke, Bellamy, Elara, and Nova stand next to each other watching the rockets light up the sky. "You think they can see it from up there?" Bellamy asks the girls.

"I don't know. I hope so." Clarke replies.

"Well, we'll find out soon enough." Nova says.

"Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?" Clarke asks. The three others turn to give her questioning looks, "Forget it."

They turn their heads back to the flares, "I wouldn't even know what to wish for. What about you?" Bellamy questions.

"I would wish for my parents to be here with me." Elara says.

Nova hums, "I would want to go back in time."

"For what?" Bellamy asks.

"So that I never went to councilman Abraham's place."

"Didn't he die from a heart attack?" Elara asks.

"Nope. He's the guy I killed."

"Didn't you say he deserved it though? Why would you want to stop yourself from killing him?"

Nova shakes her head, "That’s not what I- Forget it. It’s not important.”

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All that was and all that will be (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N:  Hello, hello, hello! How are you guys? We good? We kicking? I wasn't going to write this one at first, or at least not immediately, but @justanotherrookie asked and I immediately felt the need to try and whip up something :D 

This fic is a part of the Ever Since I Met You series (all you need to know is that Ethan and Claire met when she was still in med school)

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He woke up to the sensation of featherlight kisses, trailing all the way from his shoulder to his ear and back. Her hair tickled him slightly, grazing his side. His mind slowly started registering more and more details, like the brightness of the light, flowing from the gaps between the curtains, or the faint sound of the leaves being moved by the wind outside. The details were beginning to get blurred out by the sensation of her closeness, wiping clean everything else from his mind.

“That is one hell of a way to wake up, Miss Herondale.” He muttered, his voice thick with sleep. She giggled lightly, moving her whole body on top of his, hugging him tightly. “Can I turn around to do this properly?”

“I am quite comfortable, Mr. Ramsey, you make an excellent pillow. But I suppose I could allow you to switch position.” Claire teased him, nuzzling her nose against his back, right between his shoulder blades. His posture shook with laughter.

She moved away from him, letting him turn around, the sheets twisting along with him. He kept his eyes shut, recalling how they argued with Louise to let them both sleep in the same bed instead of separating for the night. They managed to get their way, as long as they promised not to look at each other before the ceremony.

Their wedding ceremony.

“Are you really that scared of Louise that you’re willing not to look at me for the next five hours, just to stay on her good side?” Claire laughed, falling into his embrace as his arms wrapped around her tightly, sighing happily.

“She terrifies me! And besides, we’re going to be a family soon, I want them to like me.” a sliver of insecurity was still present in his tone, even though every single member of the Herondale family told him that for all they knew, he was already one of them and that if he ever needed anything, he was to come to them and he would get their support and help.

“Yeah, if you need to get rid of the body, or you need someone to kick some asshole’s ass, I’m game. Call me anytime, E.” Will clapped his hands, hoping to be reassuring, and while Claire laughed, Ethan was just a bit terrified.

“I, uh, don’t think that will be necessary, but I’ll keep that in mind.” Ethan hesitated before answering, his eyes searching Claire’s face for any indication that her brother was joking. She responded with a wicked grin, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, lowering her voice.

“Will is a hitman by both day and night. Which basically means that we all know how to hide a body and how to get rid of the blood stains.”

His eyes widened slightly at her words, turning his head to look at his future brother-in-law, who waved his hand at him with a wide smile full of mischief. The attending then shrugged, leaning back in his seat, pulling Claire tighter against his side. “Then I guess it’s a good thing that I know those things too.”

“It’s official, Ramsey is one of us. No takebacks, nowhere to run. You two should hurry the hell up with this wedding.”

It was her turn to twist in his embrace, pressing her back against his chest to eliminate any chances of their eyes meeting. He ran the tip of his nose along the column of her neck, breathing in deeply. His hold on her tightened, his fingers tracing circles on the skin beneath his shirt she was wearing to bed.

“They more than like you and you know it. So do I, for that matter.”

“You like me? Is that why you’re marrying me? I’m not sure I believe you.” he teased her, squeezing her sides playfully. She tried to stifle her giggle and failed miserably.

“Fine, I more than like you. I can even prove it. That is, if you’re going to play nicely.” She felt him nod and she closed her eyes, turning once more. Her fingers grazed the sides of his face slowly, blindly searching for his lips, his nose, his eyes. He couldn’t see her smile just as she couldn’t see his, but, strange as it might have been, they both felt it.

She finally pulled him to her, their lips meeting sloppily, laughter ringing in the room as they navigated the kiss with their eyes closed. Each one was more insistent and urgent, the intensity rising slowly. Ethan held her closely, tracing the line of her spine with his fingers, a low groan slipping past his lips when she tugged on his hair with a little more force.

Claire moved away, pressing their foreheads together, her breathing heavy. “I have to go.” she whispered, hugging him to her tightly. He shook his head, refusing to let her get away from him. “You’ll see me soon.”

“Too long if you ask me.” he reluctantly released his grip on her, feeling the heat of her body leaving his side. “Damn, you look so good in my shirt.”

“You’re not looking at me!” she called out to him over her shoulder, laughing as she slipped out of the room.

“Come back to me soon, Claire.”

“Love you too!”

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“You are so lucky I don’t see any bags under your eyes, Missy, or Ramsey would be in trouble.” Louise muttered under her breath as she applied the concealer onto Claire’s face. She frowned, looking at her sister with a question in her eyes. “If you two had sex last night, that would mean that you broke the promise you made me, and that would mean that I would have to kill him.”

“Please, don’t.” Claire laughed, but she was completely serious. “I mean it, let him live.”

“He has nothing to worry about. Now shut up and let me work.”

It took two hours to get her hair and makeup done, and another forty minutes to get her into her dress. The veil sat on top of her head, kept in place with an intricate headband, gemstones sparkling in the light. The jewelry suited her perfectly, even though she had to argue with Louise and her mother when it came to the amount and the scale of the accessories. The only thing she didn’t argue with was the pair of shoes that adorned her feet. They made her almost as tall as her future husband, which made her anticipation to see the look on his face when he realizes it even more unbearable.

A knock on the door didn’t surprise her, as Louise left the room to get their Mom, so she expected to see her sister when the door opened. She was sitting by the mirror, so she saw the reflection of the person that entered the room, closing the door behind them. Her eyes widened when it wasn’t her sister that was standing mere two meters away from her, but her very own fiancé.

“Ethan? What are you doing here?” she asked in a hushed tone, eyeing the door behind his back. Ethan was frozen in place, his gaze glued to her, drinking in how she looked.

“I- was looking for Will, but- wow.” He breathed out deeply after a long moment, taking a hesitant step towards her. She stood up to face him, putting her added height on display. For the first time, they were at the same eyelevel. His surprise manifested in the smirk that lit up his features. It melted away pretty quickly, though, because soon enough, his eyes sparkled with tears that threatened to fall.

“Ethan, are you okay?” she whispered, rushing to his side. He pulled her to him slightly, his hands wrapping around her waist. Nodding his head, he tried to speak, but words failed him, and the tears fell after all. “Good thing you don’t have any make-up on, or Louise would have had to kill you for crying.” Claire laughed as she helped him with wiping the tears off his face.

“Now I feel like a fool. How come I’m the only one crying and you’re holding yourself together?” he responded as he wrapped his arms around her gently, taking a closer look at her face.

“Sheer willpower to not get killed by my sister before I marry you.” she whispered, pressing her cheek to his delicately.

“If I say I was hoping for a kiss, would you laugh?”

“You’ll get one soon, have some patience.” She did laugh, as she pushed him out the door with a wink. “Go, before she finds you here and kills you, I’d like to have a husband at the end of the afternoon.”

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“Could you fidget even more? You’re making me nervous, and it’s not me getting married today.” Will exclaimed in a hushed tone, nudging Ethan’s arm with his fist. “She’ll be here in a literal minute, calm down.” With that, he left his side and ran to the entrance of the room.

True to his words, the soft music began playing and at the end of the aisle, three people appeared. Lara and Will, both throwing flower petals, pink tiaras on their heads. And behind them was Claire, laughing at the looks her brother was throwing her over his shoulder. Once they reached the end of their walk, Will threw the lasts of his petals with a dramatic sigh, making everyone in the room laugh.

Claire’s eyes met Ethan’s and a delighted smiles lit up their faces. They already saw each other, not that anyone besides them knew about that, but the impression was just as breathtaking as it was the first time. As she stepped up the three stairs to stand by his side, Will called out.

“Take care of each other.”

The music died down, the officiant beginning the ceremony. When they got to their vows, Louise suddenly spoke up, standing up from her seat.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but I need to do one thing.” She ran up to them, handing them a tissue each, patting them on their shoulders. “There, for the tears. I won’t have any puffy eyes and makeup disasters on my watch.”

Claire volunteered to go first, claiming that if she didn’t and she let Ethan talk first, she would choke up and not a word would escape her lips. Gripping his hands tightly and with a deep breath, she began.

“If anyone told me a year ago that I would be standing where I am with the guy that helped me reach a book in the library, I would call you crazy. Yet here we are, who would have thought. The rain is where we really got to know each other and let me just say that dancing in the rain with you is still one of my favorite things to do. You’ve been my biggest supporter – no offense, Will –“ she nodded towards her brother, laughing at his fake offended sigh. “with all the late nights where you helped me study, all the evening spent on cooking together and patching up my burned hands and my paper cuts.” He raised their joined hands to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to her palms. “Now I’m looking at you, our eyes on the same level for the first time.” He laughed at that, shaking his head. “And I can’t believe that you are mine. The sheer idea of sharing the rest of my life with you is beyond me, but I can’t wait. I love you so much.”

Ethan had to clear his throat and take a moment to gather his thoughts. As she recalled all their moments together, he was reliving them in his mind. He wasn’t aware of the tears that ran down his cheeks until Claire wiped them away with her tissue with care.

“I didn’t think I would be rendered speechless, but then again, you always amaze me. I didn’t expect to find you when I did, and I definitely didn’t expect to hold you so close to me. I was a different man before you met me, and everyone who knew me at that time will confirm it.” he looked to his side, Naveen and Harper waving at them, nodding their heads eagerly with wide grins. “Thanks for support, guys. Many may not believe that I first told you I loved you when I lost the game of Monopoly.” He was interrupted by an obnoxiously loud ‘no way!’ from Will, followed by a loud smacking sound as Louise told him to zip it. “And while I still don’t like games, I am willing to play anything, as long as you do it with me. You gave me a sense of security, someone to come home to. You gave me a family.” He looked over at all the people surrounding them, nodding his head with gratitude. “You gave me a new life, Claire, a life I get to share with you. For those things, and all the things ahead of us, I can’t thank you enough. And I will never run out of love for you.”

Just as she predicted, Claire started crying about halfway through his speech. Ethan was crying too, both of them wiping each other’s faces softly, laughing quietly. Their hands remained intertwined until the officiant announced them husband and wife, at which point he wrapped her in his arms and lifted her up as their lips slammed against one another in a lingering kiss. Will didn’t let the opportunity to cheer them on teasingly slide, so he took cautious three steps away from Louise before whistling as loud as he could.

Claire was the one to break the kiss, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Ramsey.”

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[zaddywilk]

Tease

Florian Munteanu x black!reader

Word count- 3,357 (whoops, I may have gone a little overboard)

A/N- This is the first smut I’ve written in a very long time. Please be gentle 🥺

Warnings- 18+ Smuttttt, overstimulation, teasing (is that even a warning?), fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool).

Florian. Fucking. Munteanu.

Your boyfriend has no reason to be looking that damn good right now.

A slew of dirty thoughts ran through your mind as you continue to look at him while he got dressed. Thinking about how bad you wanted to stay in and not even go to the dinner you planned with your friends. No matter how good your manz looks, you know can’t break a promise.

You got out of bed and slipped on your new Savage X Fenty lingerie set and Fashion Nova black velvet dress you got the other day. You knew this dress would be perfect solely because Flo loves him some damn velvet.

https://www.fashionnova.com/collections/velvet/products/sugar-coat-velvet-dress-black

Once you were done putting on your makeup, heels, and fixing your curls, your boyfriend was now the one staring at you in admiration and a smidge of lust. Hazel eyes a little darker as he came up behind you to pepper soft kisses on your neck while he wrapped his arms around you.

“You look absolutely delicious, Prinţesă.” He said nuzzled in your neck as he gripped you tighter, eyes boring into yours.

Even in heels your boyfriend still towered over you like the giant he is. You sighed softly and closed your eyes as he went over that one spot he knew you loved so much, “Oh yeah? Are you hungry, baby?” You reply as you turn around and hook your arms around his neck, nails playing with the short hair he’d been growing out. The look in his eyes says it all. You guys might not make it to dinner after all. But you had another idea in mind.

“Then we better get going! Can’t keep them waiting. Plus, I haven’t even all day and I’m starving.” You said nonchalantly while you turned around to grab your purse as if you didn’t just get this man on brick mode in 2 seconds. Flo just looks at you in disbelief for a moment, mouth slightly agape but silently follows you to the car.

Ever the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you, slapping your ass as you get into the car. You started thinking about your action plan for the night. Since Flo was usually the one to tease you while you were out and about, hand on your thigh, whispering in your ear, you figured it was time for a little role reversal. Connecting your phone to the car’s Bluetooth, you pull up your ‘Stripper Songs 💃🏽’ playlist, put your hand on Flo’s knee and settle in as Florian drives away.

Dance for you by Beyoncé came up on shuffle and you initiated your game plan. Singing along to the song you made sure to look directly at Florian as the lyrics tumbled off your tongue with ease. Grinding and rolling lightly in the seat as you not so subtly moved your hand up further his thigh. Florian’s eyes switch between the road and your movements. As he approached a red light you unbuckled your seatbelt and got next to his ear as you lowly sang along to the song.

Loving you is really all that's on my mind

And I can't help but to think about it day and night

I wanna make that body rock, sit back and watch

Tonight I wanna dance for youuuu

You made sure to drag out the ‘you’ while you ran your hand over your boyfriend’s hardening length as you slipped back into your seat. Flo was silent. Still flicking his eyes between you and the road as the light changed, jaw clenching and he gripped the steering wheel tighter. You smirked to yourself. This is going to be a fun night.

You guys finally pulled up to the restaurant your best friend Denise texted you the address to. Seems kinda boujee on the outside but you excitedly unbuckled your seatbelt nonetheless. Florian was right behind you, hand almost covering the entirety of your ass as you both stepped inside. The ambiance was classy, but not too serious. You scanned the room to find your friends and finally landed on the sight of Denise once you see her bright red bob. You pulled Flo over to your friends as Denise got up from the table to greet you guys.

You and Denise have been friends for years, meeting once you moved to LA to pursue your acting career, D was one of the only few people to be truly nice to you, eventually having you meet Michael and through Michael you met Flo. You gave a hug to both of your friends as you sat in the chair Florian had pulled out for you. You placed your hand on his leg again and you guys chatted for a bit, looking over the menu when the waiter came over and asked if you’d like some drinks to start off. Florian and Michael being the designated drivers, decided to opt for water while you and Denise settled on some Rosé and then you ordered your food.

Once your food got to the table your group conversation expectedly split off into two different conversations. One between the guys and one between the girls. While the guys were talking about their acting plans after Creed II, you had slid your hand a little further up Florian’s thigh. He jumped a little and stuttered in conversation because you had kept your hand in one place for so long, he had basically forgotten about it.

“Yo man, are you good?” Michael asked, seemingly confused.

“Oh yeah, just caught a little chill.” Florian responds, gripping your hand under the table. You stifle your laughter at his response as Denise continues her story about how she almost unknowingly auditioned for a porn film.

“So I got dressed up, went to this “audition”, saw the casting couch and felt a weird sense of déjà vu.”

“Hol up, D. How you know about the casting couch?” Michael asked.

Denise groaned, “Women can watch porn too, Jordan.”

As they continued their conversation about whether or not women watch porn, you continued going higher and higher on Flo’s thigh until you reached his length. He was hard.

Very hard.

Upon this realization you whispered in Flo’s ear, “Sometimes when you’re away and busy with interviews, I look at porn with guys that look like you,” you started as you palm him. “Tall, bearded, and muscular, although not as big and thick as you are. I get so wet just thinking about what you’d do to me if you had walked in on me playing with YOUR pussy. My fingers and toys don’t even compare to the real thing. I love it when you have me pinned down to the bed with your strong arms. I love how your beard feels in between my thighs. I love when you talk dirty to me in Romanian, not even using your voice but spelling out the words on my clit with your tongue. I could swear I died and went to Heaven.” You whisper.

“Eu iubesc mai ales când mă tratezi ca pe o doamnă în public, apoi mă futi ca o pornstar când ajungem acasă. Știu exact de ce te numesc Big Nasty.” That sent shivers up Florian’s spine. He knew you’d been practicing Romanian but he didn’t expect you to be so filthy so soon. He decided that that was the final straw. He takes out his wallet and throws his black card on the table as he takes your hand and stands up to leave.

“Woah woah Flo, you’re leaving? You’re not even done with your food.” Michael exclaimed unbelievably. A guy as big as Florian never leaves a plate with food on it.

“I have more pressing matters to attend to. Ask for boxes if you can and bring that and my card back to me tomorrow.” Flo said hurriedly, trying to conceal his straining dick as you gathered your purse and quickly said goodbye to D. And just like that, you were out the door.

“Damn, I wonder what’s gotten into him.”

“Negro are you dumb? It’s not what gotten into him but what’s about to get into Y/N,” Denise said, not even trying to hold back her laughter. “Oh well, homegirls gonna get dicked down and we get a free meal. I think this is a win win situation.”

Florian rushes back home, taking every opportunity he can to go as fast as possible. Normally, you’d be dreading the impending night you’d have for teasing Flo like that in front of your friends but right now you don’t care. Maybe it was the wine or the Fifty Shades of Grey soundtrack playing but you were extremely excited.

You got home not so surprisingly fast but surprisingly without a ticket. You rushed inside with Florian hot on your heels. Giggling as you made your way up the stairs, Florian catching up to you as he softly pushes you on the bed you open your legs a little wider to make room for him. “So Prinţesă, you think it’s funny to tease me like that while we’re with our friends? You’ve been a very bad girl since before we left. But instead of punishing you, you’re lucky I feel very giving. And plus, we missed out on dessert, so I’m still hungry.” Florian spoke lowly.

He pulled you down to the edge of the bed by your ankles and lifted up your dress. Even through your panties, he could tell that you were soaking wet. “You look absolutely mouth watering, Dragă.” He quickly said before ripping your lingerie. Your brand fucking new lingerie. You had half a mind to cuss his ass out but all thoughts went out the window as he put his mouth on you. A brief face of upset turned into a face displaying absolute pleasure. You quickly brought one hand to the back of his head as the other was brought up to your chest, slipping inside your dress to play with your nipples as Florian continued to work his wonderful mouth on you.

“F-Fuckkk Flo! More, please.” You moaned loudly. “Mai Mult? Orice pentru tine, prințesă.” Florian replied as he got his fingers wet with your juices. He slowly entered you, wasting no time going directly to your g-spot. You arched your back as you released a string of curses mixed with his name. His eyes never left you. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous right now. Your chest heaving, your head tilted back, eyes screwed shut, mouth open letting cute little sounds out along with your wondrous moans while grinding your pussy on his face. All this had him rutting into the sheets because seeing you get off got him off.

He added another finger and you could swear you were done for. Between the magic words he was whispering on your clit, the humming, the insane sharp shooting accuracy this man had with your g-spot, and the consistent eye contact, it would be any second now. “Vă pot spune cât de aproape sunteți, iubirea mea. Ți-ar plăcea cum? Faceți o mizerie pe mea fața și degetele, prințesă. Știu că asta vrei tu, dragă.” Florian said sweetly as he went back to work. You didn’t understand half of that sentence but it was enough to push you over the edge. Your legs shook as your hips buck wildly against your boyfriend as he kept licking and sucking up all you had to offer him but removing his fingers.

You shuddered as he continued. Head moving side to side as his tongue’s assault on your clit never let up, causing you to start to cum yet again. “Don’t-fuck, don’t stop! Oh God! Flo! I’m- I’m about to-.” a squeal escaped you as you clenched on nothing. Your second orgasm had you almost seeing stars. After cleaning you up again, he removed his lips from your clit and kissed up your body, removing the dress and bra you still had on. He looked at you hungrily for a moment before he attacked your lips as he palmed one of your breasts and tweaked your nipple. Removing his lips from yours, he focuses on littering your neck and collarbones with kisses and bites as his hand returns to back down to your clit, still sensitive from your powerful previous orgasms. You try to warn him about this but he ignores your unsuccessful attempt to get him to stop, instead, he goes faster. This orgasm coming a lot faster than the other due to your increased sensitivity but it was just as powerful. Leaving you a shaking panting mess beneath your boyfriend.

“That’s it, Dragă mea. You’re being so good for me. But I know you have a couple more in you by the way you were acting tonight.” Florian cooed softly in your ear as your panting lessened. Your eyes were heavy and your body was weak already. You were already ready to tap out, but mama ain’t raised no bitch so you try to keep up with your boyfriend’s evil intentions. He stood up to take off his pants and shirt and gently massaged your legs as he laid down on the bed, ushering you on top of his length. This man made you cum so hard just using his mouth and fingers you had almost forgot he had brought dick with him too.

He helped you raise up slightly as he pushed the tip into you, hissing at your tightness and extreme wetness. You fell forward a little on his chest as he entered you. Filling you up deliciously, it was almost unbearable. He helped guide you up and down his dick because he knew you couldn’t do it by yourself. His tip brushing over your g-spot over and over had you moaning his name repeatedly like it was the only word you knew. “That’s right baby, fuck, you feel so good for me. So fucking wet and tight for Daddy. I feel you squeezing my dick, are you close again baby?.” He asked as he kept bringing you down on his dick, harder and faster each time than the one before. At this point you couldn’t even properly speak because of the pleasure that was enveloping you so you just nodded and continued trying your best to ride him. He apparently didn’t like that because he slapped your ass and held your hips tight and he fucked up into you. You started moaning louder and louder, trying to string together a somewhat coherent sentence.

“D-Daddyyyy. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum-mm. Can I please cum? Please?” You begged, hips rotating as Florian continues to pound into you. “Go ahead, Prințesa. Cum on this dick, you’re doing so well for me.” Florian praises as he brings you back down on his length one last time, bringing your body close to his as you ride out the aftershocks your fourth orgasm.

He laid you down on the bed, a sweaty, shaking mess. But he still wasn’t done with you. “Flo baby, I, I don’t know how much more I can take.” You panted, trying to see if you can just go with four for the night.

“Uh-uh, Dragă, I know you have one more in you. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Florian kissed your lips softly as he entered you slowly, making sure to be cautious of your very heightened sensitivity. Slow, deep thrusts that made your toes curl with every stroke he delivered as he placed kisses all over your exposed chest. Soft moans exchanged between the both of you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You guys made love often but this felt completely different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you felt completely wrapped in blanket of love and protection. Your hands on his face, legs around his waist, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. It gave you a new feeling. It made you feel warm, loved, and cherished. You loved this feeling.

Not only that, you could feel your orgasm approaching again. You moan rather loudly as you warn your boyfriend. You feel him twitch inside you and know that he’s close as well. He starts rubbing your clit as you rack your brain trying to piece together the last few words you know in Romanian that you know will send you both over the edge. You look deep into his eyes as your nails rake down his back.

“Sunt pe cale să cum. Te rog să mă completezi. Te iubesc. Am nevoie de tine. Vă rog. Vino cu mine.”

And with that utterance, Florian spills into you. The feeling of his warmth inside you coupled with him rubbing your clit was enough to push you over the edge one last time. Breathing heavily, you both let out a happy, euphoric sigh as you came down from your respective highs.

After a minute or two Florian moved off of you to grab a wet washcloth to clean you up, making sure to be careful. He also grabbed your makeup wipes and bonnet to help you get ready for bed because he knew you definitely wouldn’t be able to walk to the bathroom and do it yourself.

Once you were both cleaned up, he laid back beside you, stroking your arm as you started to drift into a peaceful slumber. Before dozing off you mumbled something he almost couldn’t make out, but once he did he gave a light chuckle in response.

“Remind me to tease you like that again If that’s what’s gonna happen.”

And just like that, you both were out like a light.

You woke up to your phone going off. 2 missed phone calls from Michael, a missed FaceTime call and 3 missed messages from Denise. You started to read the messages when another call from Denise started to come through.

“Hello?”

“Girl we’ve been callin yo ass for the past 10 minutes.”

“Sorry, I just woke up.” You look behind you to your sleeping boyfriend, the gentle giant, still snoozing peacefully.

“Damn bitch it’s 12:30, y’all left at 10. He really put it down on you last night, huh? Details later. We’re outside with your stuff, come get it.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a min.” You hung up and drug yourself out of bed and almost fell to the floor with the first step you took. Your legs were like complete Jell-O. “D has no idea how right she was.” You chuckled to yourself. You put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Flo’s gym shorts as you make your way to the door.

You finally made it down the stairs and to the door to be greeted by your two friends. You stood and talked for a couple minutes before you started to feel your legs buckle again. Before Denise has the chance to comment about your sexual conquest, you grab the boxes of food, Florian’s card, and told her you talk to her later. Quickly closing the door and hearing her laughter from the other side you make your way to the couch.

“Was that Michael and Denise?” You heard Florian ask as he can down the stairs clad in some black sweatpants. How can he manage to look so fine just waking up? You question internally.

“Yeah, dropping off our stuff.” You say as you give him the food to put away with a good morning peck.

You start to relax in the sofa until you hear Florian in the kitchen.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He yelled, causing you to jump a little.

“What? What is it baby?” You asked, concern in your voice.

“This damn bill is $200! Looks like D and Michael got another entree to take home and dessert after we left.”

You didn’t even try to hold back your laughter because that sounds exactly like something they’d do. As you watched him head back upstairs to call and tell off Michael, you turned on the T.V. and pulled out your phone to Google ‘Wheelchair stores near me’ because you know you’ll need one for the rest of the day.

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Translations:

Prinţesă- Princess

Eu iubesc mai ales când mă tratezi ca pe o doamnă în public, apoi mă futi ca o pornstar când ajungem acasă. Știu exact de ce te numesc Big Nasty- I especially love when you treat me like a lady in public, then fuck me as a pornstar when we get home. I know exactly why you're called Big Nasty.

Dragă- Darling

Mai Mult? Orice pentru tine, prințesă- More? Anything for you, princess

Vă pot spune cât de aproape sunteți, iubirea mea. Ți-ar plăcea cum? Faceți o mizerie pe mea fața și degetele, prințesă. Știu că asta vrei tu, dragă- I can tell you how close you are, my love. Would you like that? Make a mess on my face and fingers, princess. I know that's what you want, darling.

Sunt pe cale să cum. Te rog să mă completezi. Te iubesc. Am nevoie de tine. Vă rog. Vino cu mine- I'm about to cum. Please fill me up. I love you. I need you. Please. Come with me.

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[official-weasley]

The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 2, Ch. 5

PART 2: THE YEAR OF MISCHIEF AND SNEAKING AROUND Chapter 5 - The Plan of Mischief

Charlie

The day after mine and Nova's detention it was Saturday which meant we had the whole weekend to plan how to get into the Forest again. Feeding the Giant Squid was one thing, but it was nothing compared to how much fun I had yesterday.

At first, I was a little scared, I am not afraid to admit it but the deeper into the Forest we went, the more soothing it was. And besides, as I said yesterday to Bill, I knew Hagrid would've protected us if anything ought to happen.

I was a bit disappointed that Hagrid wanted to break his promise to take us into the Forest. Nova later said that she just cares too much about us and doesn't want to see us get hurt. I guess, but then he shouldn't have made such a promise, should he?

I woke up rather late that morning as there was barely anyone still at breakfast when I got to the Great Hall. My wish of avoiding Bill as much as possible also came true as he was nowhere to be seen at the Gryffindor Table. On the other hand, neither was Nova or the girls.

I decided to check if she was perhaps drawing in the Courtyard, but nobody that I knew was there either. I concluded that the best and easiest way to reach her would be by owl so I headed to the Owlery. I sat down on the floor and started writing.

Dear Nova,

I couldn't find you in the Great Hall or the Courtyard. Meet me by the Black Lake, today at 2 o'clock.

Love,

Charlie

I rolled the parchment and gave it to one of the school owls. Since I had quite some time on my hands until 2 o'clock, I decided to go back to my Common Room and do some homework.

Not even an hour later, an owl knocked on the window of the Gryffindor Common Room with her beak. I opened the window and let her in. She had a piece of parchment tied to her foot and I gently took it away from her.

I unrolled it and recognized Nova's handwriting at once.

Dear Charlie,

please come to the Library as soon as possible.

Love,

Nova

I rolled the parchment back, thanked the owl, placed my books in my bag, and hurried to the Library.

I found the girls immediately as they were sticking their heads together at the same table as we did last year when we were planning to ask Penny to help us with our Potions studies.

“Sorry to interrupt you, ladies, what did I miss?” I sat down next to Tulip.

“Oh Charlie, you have to listen to this!” Nova said, chuckling. “Tulip, Penny, and Tonks are planning to get back at Filch as Tulip still can't feel her fingertips from rubbing those trophies so hard!”

“So, here's the plan: I have 2 more Dungbombs, thankfully they are still in one piece.” Started Tonks. “Penny you look the most innocent,” Penny blushed at her comment, “so you will go to Filch and tell him that Peeves is making a mess on the Second Floor. Meanwhile, Tulip will go and find Peeves and ask him if he could do something really bad there.” Tonks was speaking faster and faster. “Just mention Filch to him, as he is Peeves' favorite person to prank and he will go do something.” She continued.

“Then you will hurry down to Filch's Office to guard the door as I sneak inside and place a Dungbomb on his table.” Tonks beamed proudly.

“Tonks, don't you think Filch knows how a Dungbomb looks like and will get rid of it?” I asked puzzled.

“Oh, don't you worry my little Weasley, I'm not done with the plan.” She grinned.

“While inside, I will place the bomb into a nicely packaged box, so it will look like a gift. And I'll make it that the Dungbomb goes off when he opens the box!” She exclaimed.

“That's bloody brilliant.” Nova chuckled, while Tulip, Penny, and I clapped very quietly so that Madam Pince wouldn't throw us out again.

“Penny,” I turned to her, “I can't believe you're up for this. You were always so against breaking the rules.”

“Oh, who cares about rules, look at my hands, Charlie!” She showed me her fingers, revealing 3 broken nails and quite a lot of blisters.

“Shhh!” We heard Madam Pince somewhere in the background.

“I want to get back at that bloody mean old man.” She lowered her voice. “You have no idea what methods he uses to scrub those trophies, who by the way don't need polishing at all since they seem to stay in a dusty little room.” Penny frowned.

“He made us use some kind of a potion to rub the trophies with. It had a foul smell and it burned our skin.” Added Tulip. “More of a poison if you ask me.”

They went over the plan a couple of more times. Tonks made them repeat the whole thing, then their individual tasks and the plan again and again until she deemed them ready.

“When are you executing your brilliant plan?” Nova asked.

“Yeah, we better be as far away from Filch's Office as possible.” I added.

“We are doing it tomorrow after we grab an early breakfast. That should give us enough of an alibi. We can say we were still in bed as we were studying all night.” Penny laughed at Tonks' last sentence as she knew very well that Filch might just be the only person to believe that Tonks was studying on a Saturday.

“Now, then, let's get ready. Penny you will help me make the package while Tulip,” Tonks turned from Penny to Tulip, “you should go find Peeves and give him a little heads up about our plan tomorrow.” Then she looked at me and Nova. “I'm sorry to leave you out of this plan, lads.”

“That's quite alright. Charlie wanted us to go to the Lake anyway, right Char?” Nova smiled at me.

“That's right.” We started to get up and leave the Library quietly. I couldn't believe we managed to create a whole plan of mischief without being thrown out by Madam Pince. I guess Tonks was getting better at whispering.

As we were making our way from the Library, Nova suddenly stopped in front of the Great Hall as if she forgot something.

“Char, shouldn't we get some cereal to give to Helga?” She could hardly keep up a serious face. I rolled my eyes.

“Haha, very funny.” Ever since I told them that I have been feeding the Squid, she wouldn't stop teasing me about it and as much as I liked when she laughed and had a great time, I didn't like being made fun of by my best friend.

We finally made it down to the Lake and it looked like we wouldn't have a lot of time as dark-looking clouds were heading our way.

“Alright, so when are we sneaking into the Forest?” Nova asked as soon as we sat down.

“How did you know that's what I want to talk about?” I looked surprised.

“Oh, c'mon Char, I know you can't stop thinking about it as much as I can't!” She grinned at me. It was true, I kept thinking of the best ways to sneak into the Forest unnoticed.

“So, here's what I've been thinking.” I leaned towards her so that I was almost talking in her ear. I wanted to make sure nobody overheard our conversation. “Going at night is way too risky as we could get caught by a teacher patrolling the hallways at night.” Nova nodded, her eyes focused.

“We can't skip our lessons as we would probably get caught and I think we both know that asking Hagrid again would just be a waste of time.”

“Yeah, I really think he won't accompany us again.” Nova agreed.

“So I was thinking,” I said slowly, “that we would do it during the Feast on Christmas Eve.” Nova gasped. “Nobody remembers who stays at Hogwarts for Christmas and given the fact that the tables will be half empty anyway, nobody would miss us.” She clapped excitedly.

“Charlie, that's brilliant!” She ruffled my hair. “But I thought you're going to spend the Christmas at the Burrow?” She frowned.

“I'll have to convince mum to let me stay here.”

“But that means that she would make Bill stay as well and I think that would make him mad enough to follow your every move.” She continued.

I couldn't help to admit that she was right. I couldn't believe that there was a flaw in my plan.

“Unless,” Nova scratched her chin, thinking, “I know that Penny is staying at Hogwarts this Christmas. She could distract Bill by talking about potions, long enough for us to sneak from the Great Hall.” She said proudly.

“That's not a bad idea.” I gave it a thought.

By debating it further we came up with a brilliant plan. I would convince my mum to let me stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, saying that I want to spend it with Nova, Tonks, Tulip, Penny, and Jae. Knowing she would agree since she has a soft spot for me and Bill making friends, she would make Bill stay as well to keep an eye on me.

I knew that Bill would be angry about that since we spent our last Christmas at Hogwarts as well and he was quite sad not to see our family, but this was the price I was willing to pay. If any of our friends ought to go home for Christmas, we would just tell Bill that their parents didn't allow them to stay.

We would then tell Penny the plan and ask her to bug Bill about potions so that we could slip past Bill from the feast. We would then go down to the Forest as fast as we could as we know the feast usually lasts around 3 hours. That wouldn't give us as much time as we would've wanted but it was better than nothing.

We would time ourselves so that we would know when we would have to be back and return to the feast before it's over. If Bill would ask us where we have gone, I would have told him that I accompanied Nova to the bathroom and hope that he buys it.

Nevertheless, if we make it out of the Forest, it doesn't matter how angry Bill gets after that. It was perfect and we couldn't help but feel proud of it. With a mastermind plan like ours, what could go wrong?

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[talpup]

Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud.  He knew there would be trails.  He knew trouble would come his way.  Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant.  What he didn’t know.  Didn’t expect.  Was that literal Chaos would come his way.  That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble.  Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers.  For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Important notes below the cut before chapter72 begins.  PLEASE READ.

***SORRY!***  I forgot to tell you all. A few days before last weeks vacay I did a smutty Julius one shot that I guess you could say is tied to this fic. While there’s not much plot to that one shot, I am planning a Masquerade Ball for the fall around Yami and Teris’ 19yr b.day. So I might have the events of ‘A Night With the Stag’ happen then and have Julius' disappearance noticed. Anyway, you can find ‘A Night With the Stag’ on the main dash of my ao3.

***FIC UPDATE***  Got some not so good news yesterday. Thanks to one of my 3-big chronic illness bad's munching away at my joints the Surgeon said he’d normally recommend joint replacement for my hands. But thanks to another of my big chronic baddies he wouldn't recommend it for me as it would cause further problems and pain in the long run.  For now I’m left with an up tick in my infusions ‘poison juice’ to hopefully stave off further damage. And therapy, bracing, and pain meds to help cope with the pain. What that means for this fic isn’t much at the moment since I’m so far ahead in writing. But with my typing having steadily slowed and the suggestive order not to tax my hands there may come a time when posting has caught up to where I am in writing. Which would mean this fic will become like my BNHA fics which is 'posting as I write', and you all will left waiting for updates. If that happens I’m really SORRY!

Chapter 72

Angry and impatient, Nozel entered Silva Castle.  The kingdom was still in disorder with bandits and thieves continuing to fight for supremacy within the Common and Forsaken Realms.  Even the Noble Realm was dealing with more criminal activity than usual.

“Father.” Nozel stopped to stand behind the man.

Directing a team of servants on the placement of several new acquisitions he had gotten for their palace home, Nathyn turned to his son.  “Nozel. Didn’t expect you so early.  I must admit I’m looking forward to the day we have a proper Lady Silva running our homes once again. Nebra is too self involved to be good at these types of things.”

Nathyn sighed thinking of his eldest daughter.  She would be fifteen soon. Nebra’s grimoire Acceptance Ceremony set not long after her birthday.  Come next Entrance Exams, in little under twelve months time, she would be joining Nozel as a Magic Knight in the Silver Eagles.  With Nebra residing at the Silver Eagles base, she would be Nozel’s responsibility and Nathyn would have one less thing to look after.

“Father, please.”

“What is it?”  Nathyn questioned shortly, his thoughts interrupted.

“Must we really go on with this?  The war has only just ended.”  Nozel said.

“Four days ago.”  Nathyn stated, as if that was long enough for everything to be righted.

“All the squads have a back log of missions and with--”

“That’s the Magic Knights problem.”  Nathyn said, dismissed his sons words.

“I am a Magic Knight.  Teris and I both.  And Julius is a Captain.”

Nathyn fully focused on his son and reminded.  “You are royalty first. This is more than just celebrating your Intended’s birthday.  Not that you shouldn’t insist we continue with that.  But there are Peace Parties to attend.  The people are happy this war was short and is over.  They wish to celebrate you for securing that peace.  The King wishes to honor you.”  He looked proudly at his heir.  “You did good, and should take these next few days to relax and enjoy the fruits of your success.”  His face sharpened.  “I insist.”

Knowing this was a battle he couldn’t win Nozel inclined his head and submitted.  “I’m glad to have pleased you, Father.”

“As am I.  Now go make ready.  The Nova’s will be arriving within the hour.”

72.2

Julius looked mournfully at his sister.  “Teris, I can’t.  I’m sorry.”

Trepidation growing, Teris realized that Julius was serious.  He was sending her off to Silva Castle to spend three days with them and Fyntch, and he wasn’t coming.  “You’re really going to make me go there alone? Without you?”

“The Vermilion's will be in residence at Vermillion Castle across the lawn.  You can seek refuge there.”  Julius offered.

Teris stared at him in disbelief.  “Three days, Julius.  You’re going to leave me alone in Silva Castle with Fyntch and the Silva’s for three whole days.”

“It’s no worse than spending the time with them at Nova House or Silva Manor.”  Julius reasoned.

“Yes it is!  You truly know nothing do you?  You’ve had it so easy being a man and the eldest at that.”

“I’ve had my share of familial duties and expectations forced upon me.” Julius rebutted, thinking she was being unfair and bratty.

“That you threw off.”  Teris countered.

“Watch it.”  Julius warned, expression turning from supplicating to stern.

Teris growled and spun away.  “Fine.  Leave me to those wolves.  But don’t come down on me when I make a mess and make matters worse.”

“You’ll only be making matters worse for yourself.  Can’t you see that? I’m trying to protect you.  That’s all I’ve ever tried to do with this mess.”

Teris turned back to him, eyes pleading.  “If that were true you’d come.”

Julius looked sympathetically at her. “I would if I could. You know what it’s been like.  There’s so much work to do.  I’m so overtired I don’t think I could drift off to sleep if I tried.”

“Then tell Fyntch that.  Tell him I can’t go for the same reason.  All the Black Bulls are still going on mission after mission trying to bring peace and order back to the kingdom.  It’s not right that I leave them to go off on some stupid three day leave.”

Julius shook his head.  “I tried that.  I told you I tried that.”

“Try again.”  Teris begged.

“Teris.” Julius sighed, reaching out to her.

Teris stepped back from him.

Julius sighed again and he lowered his hands.  “You are going.”  He said, simply.

Teris glared at him.  “I--”

“If you tell me you hate me I won’t even make an attempt of showing.”  Julius said, cutting her off.  Whether she meant it or not, such words always stung.

Teris gave one last try to convince him.  “Julius, I don’t want to go.”

“We all do things we don’t want to all the time.  You think I want to spend half the day in meetings and the other half doing paperwork till I can’t see straight and everything looks the same?  You think I wanted to go to war?  Or want to be having this conversation?”

“Go away.”  Teris frowned.

“Go to Silva Castle.  Don’t make Fyntch fetch you.  Do you really want him coming here, seeing how and who you live with?  He’ll pull you out of the Magic Knights so fast and have you locked up at Nova House before the day is done.  You know I’m right.”

Teris glowered.  “Fine.”

Julius exhaled and muttered to himself.  “I should’ve led with that.” He pointed at his sister.  “Silva Castle.  Twenty minutes.”

She kicked the toe of her boot into the foot of her bed.

“Teris.” Julius rumbled.

“I heard you!  Go away already.”

Julius turned and left her bedroom.  He found Yami waiting on the second level landing.  Glancing back up the stairs, he grimaced at the sounds of things being thrown about.  Looking at Yami, Julius warned.  “Don’t think it’d be too wise to go up there right now. She’s mad as hell.”

Yami smirked at his mentor.  “She’s not mad at me.”

Temper frayed and short, Julius frowned.  “You really can be a little shit sometimes, you know.”

Yami chuckled.  “Just figuring that one out?”

“Shouldn’t you be resting, eating, or heading out on a mission?”

“In a bit.  Tobin and Iban are waiting downstairs for me.”

Julius tried not to make a face at the mention of Iban’s name.

Yami caught the expression anyway.  “All hands on deck and all that.  At least Olsen's been teamed with the Bloody Creep for the most part. After what happened with Teris, he isn’t allowed on missions with any of the girls.”

Julius recalled the mission with Teris, Yami, and Iban where the Blood Mage had used his magic against Teris causing quite a bit of injury including several broken ribs.  Though the incident had happened almost a year ago, it still angered.

“They waiting in the great room?”  Julius asked.

Yami nodded, looking up the stairs.

“I think I’ll take the servants stairs and exit out back.”  Julius said, not wanting to see the man who had put his sister in such a state.

Yami waited till Julius had disappeared down the hall that led away from the boys rooms before climbing the stairs.  Standing in the open doorway of Teris’ room, he watched her tear the place apart looking for something.  She pulled out some sort of adornment from a trunk and turned around throwing it.

Yami leaned to the side, tilting his head as the thing flew by.

Teris gasped, hand covering her mouth.  “Sorry!  I didn’t know you were there.”

Yami entered the room.  “I’d hope not.  Would make me wonder if you were mad at me.”

“Tobin and Iban?”  She questioned, aware that Yami was leaving for a mission soon.  She looked at him thinking about last year when she had gone to Nova House for her birthday.

“They’re waiting downstairs.”  Yami saw her expression, knowing that she was thinking about last year when they had parted on a high desirous note only for her to return shortly after her birthday to find him angry and refusing to speak to her.  He stepped toward her, pulling her the rest of the way.  “Come here, Princess.”

Teris shook her head.  “Don’t call me that.  Not when I’m going to Silva castle.”

Yami caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.  “I don’t care what you are to them.  You’re my, Princess.”

She huffed, smirking up at him.  “Always got to have it your way, don’t you.”

His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.  “I thought you liked it when I got my way.”

Teris laughed, lowering her head and pushing at his chest through not really trying to push him away.  “Yami. You got to go and I got to get ready to go.”

“What? Don’t want me to have my way any more?  I owe you.”

“Owe me?”  Teris lifted her head.

Yami smirked, getting exactly what he wanted, her eyes on him.  He stared at her, his desire openly clear in his gaze.  “For your birthday. I owe you a gift.”

“No.” Teris shook her head.  “We agreed no gifts. Remember.”

Yami lowered to whisper in her ear.  “Oh, I remember vividly.”

He stepped back, Teris falling a step forward.  That should leave him in the foremost of her mind till she returned to him, Yami thought.

Teris blushed at the memory of having offered herself as Yami’s birthday gift and what had ensued.  “W—we agreed we needed to be--”

“Good? Better behaved?  More restrained?” Yami smiled, looking her over.

Teris swallowed, legs squeezing together.  She could feel the pulled of his gaze as it raked over her body.

“Depends on how good, behaved, and restrained you are while suffering those humorless royals these next few days.  I don’t want you getting into trouble over there and putting an end to the trouble we get up to together over here.”  Yami’s devilish grin was cut short by Tobin’s echoing holler.

“Yami!”

Yami backed out of the room.  “Gotta go, Princess.  I’ll treat you to your gift when you return.”

Teris sunk onto the bed as soon as he was out of sight.  How could mere words leave her breathless with wanting?  While they hadn’t done anything close to what they had been up to before the war.  Teris hadn’t been frightened or uncomfortable ever since Yami had promised to be patient and work with her.  Instead she found herself eager and desirous as Yami always seemed to leave her frustrated and wanting more.  She got the distinct feeling he enjoyed this new little game of his that left her grasping and falling forward after him.

Standing, she shook her head clear of the dreamy feeling Yami left her with.  She only had one pair of court appropriate shoes here at base.  She only had one court appropriate gown here as well; but that she had found easily enough.  It was the matching shoe she had to find.

Renewing her search in the trunk that held her things, she hoped Fyntch had thought to order a few proper outfits packed and taken to Silva Castle else she would need to borrow something from Mereoleona’s closet. She certainly wasn’t asking Nebra for such a favor; not that she would wear any of Nozel’s sisters outfits anyway.  They were all pink, purple, and lavender.  Colors Teris wouldn’t be caught dead in.

“Found you!”  Teris said victoriously, pulling out the missing shoe.

72.3

Lunch at Silva Castle was made better and livelier by the presence of the Vermilion's.  Nozel and Fuegoleon called themselves rivals.  And occasionally acted as such. But in truth they got on well enough for everyone to know them as friends they were.  Their father's on the other hand were far from friends.

The rivalry between Nathyn Silva and Leonidas Vermillion had begun at a young age and had only grown over the years.  Sadly it wasn’t only their station that often brought the two patriarchs together.  Before Acier’s death, she and Marcellina, Fuegoleon’s mother, had been close friends.  The women had often planned dinners and outings together for the two royal families.  Even after Acier’s passing, Nathyn tolerated Leonidas’ company just so he could interact with Marcellina. It made Nathyn happy to be around someone who had loved Acier nearly as much as he had and could reminisce about her with him.

Seated to her husbands left, Marcellina lightly scolded.  “You should be ashamed of yourself, Fyntch.  Not bringing proper court clothes for your sister.”

“Men don’t think of such things, my dear.”  Leonidas told his wife.

Marcellina turned to her daughter.  “Mereoleona.  After we’ve finished lunch, you must take Teris out shopping.”

Mereoleona sighed.  “Really, Mother.”

“Aunt Lina, please.  I could simply borrow a gown or two from Leona’s wardrobe.”  Teris said.

“Works for me.”  Mereoleona said.

Marcellina looked horrified.  “Absolutely not.  Your coloring's are not at all similar.  The color scheme of her wardrobe will not look well on you.  Besides, your forms are much too dissimilar.  Leona’s gowns won’t fit you properly.”

“She’s only an inch or two shorter than me.”  Mereoleona told her mother. She look at Teris.  “Don’t you go growing anymore.  I won’t stand for you being taller that me.”

“Your torso is longer than hers and your legs are shorter.”  Marcellina said, not mentioning their difference in bust with men present.

“Fine. I’ll go if Leon comes.”  Mereoleona bargained.

“Why?” Fuegoleon complained, wondering how his sister always managed to force him into things their mother wanted her to do.

“Come now, Leon.  You like shopping.”  Mereoleona grinned.

Fuegoleon couldn’t argue with that.  Not to mention that someone had to guide his sister and cousin on what was proper, in fashion, and looked well on Teris. “Fine.”

“Oh Fyntch, don’t look so stern.  We’ll pay.  Consider it our birthday gift to our favorite niece.”  Marcellina told, upon seeing the mans sour expression.

“No need to mention money at the table, Lina, my dear.”  Leonidas said.

“I’m not concerned about the cost.”  Fyntch said.

“Of course you’re not.”  Leonidas said.

“I simply do not care for the time such an excursion will take from this annual gathering.”  Fyntch went on.

“Then have Nozel, Nebra, and Solid join them.”  Marcellina smiled, brightly.  “The children can go shopping while we all visit.  No doubt they’ll have more fun doing that than sitting around listening to us.”

“Please, Father.  There were these gloves I saw when we passed through and would so like to get a better look at them.”  Nebra said, looking down the table at her father.

Nathyn smiled at his eldest daughter, the thought of reminiscing about his beloved wife with Marcellina putting him in a good mood.  “Very well.  Nozel.  Look after your siblings and Intended.”

“Yes, Father.”  Nozel said, not needing to look at Teris to know her expression had hardened at the way his father had referred to her.

“Can I go, Mother?”  Leopold asked.

Marcellina looked fondly down at her youngest son.  “Dear little Leo.  You still have your magic training with Ms Theresa.”

“That’s right!”  Leopold said, becoming excited.  He looked to his brother. “I’m going to become just as strong as you, Leon.”

“I am sure you will.”  Fuegoleon smiled.

“It’s a shame Noelle isn’t here.  She and Leo could have trained together.”  Marcellina said, looking at Nathyn.

There was little Nathyn could say that wouldn’t disparage Noelle and therefore the family so he opted to suggested.  “Shall we move to the tea room?”

“I’ll take a coffee.”  Leonidas told a servant.

Marcellina glanced at her husband.  She didn’t like him drinking the beverage, it made him irritable.

The men stood, Fyntch leaving the handling of his sister to Nozel as he stepped away from the table.  Much as Teris didn’t like accepting such courtly attention from Nozel, she’d much rather take his hand of assistance than her brothers.

“You kids behave.”  Leonidas told them, making his way out of the lunch room.

“Be back in time to properly prepare for dinner.”  Nathyn instructed, eyes on Nozel.

Nozel inclined his head.

Their elders gone, they all looked at each other.

Mereoleona finally broke the silence.  “Where should we go first?”

“I still can’t believe you’re here.”  Teris muttered.

“Thanks for that.  You really know how to make someone welcomed.” Mereoleona told, sarcastically.

“Sorry. It’s only Julius said he couldn’t be here because he had so much left to do.”  Teris all but rolled her eyes thinking she was going to kill him.

“I’m sure he does.  You forget he was overseeing the southwest forces during the war.”  Mereoleona said.

Teris blinked never having considered that.  She suddenly felt bad for giving her brother such a hard time.

“The Fine Cloth.”  Nozel said, answering Mereoleona’s earlier question.  The last time he had been in there, before the Nine Day War, there had been a gown he had admired for Teris.  Never had he imagined that he would actually get a chance to see her in it.

Mereoleona slapped the table.  “The Fine Cloth it is.”

“But the gloves I wanted to look at were on the other side Dressers Lane.”  Nebra complained.

“We’re going so that Lady Teris will suitably attired for the following days events.  Not so you can purchase yet another pair of gloves.” Nozel told.

Nebra turned away from her brother sticking her nose in the air.

Nozel sighed, wondering why Nebra and Solid had to accompany them in the first place.

Teris’ brows furrowed.  “You’re making this sound as if it'll take all afternoon.  I just need two, maybe three dresses.”

“You will need two evening dresses, a ball gown, a court gown, garden gown, two day dresses, and riding attire.”  Nozel said, thinking of the itinerary for the following couple of days.

Teris scoffed.  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“As well as shoes and accessories for each.”  Fuegoleon added.

“What!” Teris shook her head.  “The shoes I’m wearing are fine.  No one will even see them anyway.”

“Yes, they will.  Ladies look at such things while you’re climbing or descending steps.”  Nebra told.

“As do the men.”  Solid smirked, always looking in hope of glimpsing a bit of leg.

Nozel turned to his brother.  Solid shrunk back.

“Really?” Teris questioned, in disbelief.  She never looked at anyone's shoes. Looking to Fuegoleon she argued.  “Even so.  What does that matter?  I don’t--”

“You’re getting shoes.  Mana!  Do you always have to be so difficult?” Fuegoleon complained.

“Do you?”  Teris shot back.

Mereoleona smiled at the two of them.  “Ah!  This brings back memories.  Kind of makes me wish you could spend a night over at Vermillion Castle with us.”

Teris spun to her.  “Can I?”

“No.” Mereoleona and Nozel said.

Teris refused to look at Nozel instead giving Mereoleona the glared meant for him.

Mereoleona step to Teris, tossing an arm around her shoulder.  “Let’s go.  I have a feeling that between Leon and Nozel the two of us can sit back and let them see you perfectly outfitted.”

72.4

Seated in the tea room, Marcellina said.  “It’s a shame Fyntch had business to take care of and couldn’t stay.  You men.  Always working so hard to see your families cared for and supported.”

Leonidas gazed lovingly at his wife.  “Just as you ladies work so diligently to see our family and homes looked after and well ordered.”

“It’s the least we can do.”  Marcellina smiled back, the couple sharing a moment.

Nathyn turned away.  Such open affection was unseemly in his eyes.  Things and talk like that were meant for private moments and even then sparingly so, least they become like the commoners who readily gave into their more feral natures any time they wished with no sign of restraint.

Marcellina turned to Nathyn.  “The boys appear to be getting along.  Then again unlike the two of you, they’ve never had much of a problem in that regard.”

Nathyn looked at Lady Vermillion who gave him one of her kind but playful smiles.

“I tease, my Lord.”  Marcellina said.

“No matter how truthful it is.”  Leonidas said giving the Silva a sideways before focusing back his wife.  “My dear, would you mind checking on Leopold so Nathyn and I can speak alone?”

Marcellina set down her cup and saucer.  Both men rose from their seats. Leonidas offered his hand and helped his wife from her seat.

Nathyn gave a slight bow.  “My Lady.  As always your presence has been a pleasure that is visited upon me too infrequently.”

Marcellina blushed ever so slightly.  “My Lord Silva.  With prose such as that I shall endeavor to have my husband and I rectify this rarity.”

She placed her hand in Nathyn’s outstretched one, smiling shyly as he lifted it to his lips to graze her knuckle with a kiss.

Leonidas watched his wife walk away.  If he didn’t enjoy the sight of her swaying backside and swishing skirts so much he might have never allowed Marcellina to leave his presence.  He turned to Nathyn who stared a moment longer at the closed door.

“You still have it.”  Leonidas declared.

Nathyn’s blue eyes turned the man.  “Still have what?”

Leonidas huffed.  He retook his seat, Nathyn doing the same.  Even when they were younger the cold fool never knew the effect his fine words had on the opposite sex.  As if Nathyn Silva’s handsome face and high rank hadn’t been enough to attract every female.  Eligible or otherwise.

Leonidas recalled a time back in their youth when Nathyn had come to him asking for advice.  A rarity given that they had never gotten along and were only ever together when circumstance demanded.  Back then the young, unmarried Silva had unwittingly piqued the interest of Lady Annsan Denwulf.  An older royal wed to a nobleman's son and heir.  Nathyn had been at a loss at what to do to put an end to the married lady’s persistent attentions.  Especially since Nathyn had been on the same squad as the Lady’s son, Dorien.

Leonidas smiled at the memory of one of the few occasions he had ever seen Nathyn Silva flustered and lacking in confidence.

“Our sons did well completing the Kings request.”  Leonidas said, changing the subject to something the Silva would find less aggravating.  “You should be proud of your boy.  It is he who will get all of the honor and credit tomorrow.”

“As is only fitting since he would have born all of the shame and blame if they had failed.”  Nathyn said.

“I wasn’t complaining, Silva.”

“It’s difficult to tell at times, Vermillion.”

The two men stared at each other.  Leonidas blinked first, not too proud to do so for the sake of peace.  “Nozel deserves all the praise he will get tomorrow.  Commanding my niece alone is a fete that couldn’t have been easy.”

“I’ll admit they both require practice in that arena.”  Nathyn said, speaking of Teris and his son.  “Though I have full faith that Nozel will command her with as firm a hand as required to get Lady Teris to submit.”

“But no firmer than necessary I would hope.  We are speaking of my favored niece.  A child as dear to me as if she were one of my own.” Leonidas said.

Nathyn arched a questioning brow.  “Is that what this is about?  You wish to take the position as the girls father figure?  If so, then get her to behave like a proper young lady.  At the very least stop her from cavorting with that foreign boy from her squad.”

Thinking of the reports he had heard of Teris and the foreigner out on the lawn during his daughters Lava Springs party, Leonidas sighed.  “I admit I was rather displeased and disappointed to hear of that.  Even my Mereoleona, free and unorthodox as she is, wouldn’t entertain a young man so openly.  Still, it seems Teris has either learned her lesson or someone has instructed her on decent, if not proper, romantic decorum.  I haven’t heard anymore murmurings of such instances.  Have you?”

Nathyn scowled.  “That hardly means such things aren’t still being done in private.”

Leonidas rolled his eyes.  “As if you went into your marriage having never felt another's lips.  Teris may be a little too much like my Leona, but she would never give herself fully outside of marriage.  Of that I’m certain.  It’s simply a line the girl would never cross.”

“She belongs to my son.”

“No.” Leonidas countered.  “She will one day belong to your son.  Right now the only claim you and Nozel have on her is that Teris is meant for him.”  He relaxed back into his seat.  “The boy loves her. That much is obvious.  So long as things with the foreigner don’t go too far, Nozel will forgive her this male diversion.  So why not let it be?  It makes her happy.  The poor child has had such little happiness in her life.  And let’s face it, I doubt Teris will experience much joy when finally wed into your family.”

Nathyn took in a steadying breath, calming his rising mana.  Looking across the coffee table, he challenged.  “You would have a problem with this if it were your sons Intended we were discussing.”

“Any Intended meant for my son wouldn’t have to seek out joyful diversions in dread of the day she became a member of my House.” Leonidas said, light tone carrying an dangerous undercurrent.  His forced smile tight, he went on.  “Let us hope that you are not fully successful in turning Nozel into you.  Else I truly will feel for my niece.”

“He’s too soft.”  Nathyn declared.

“I agree he has a lot to learn.  Both our boys do.  At least they are working with and learning together.  Explains their quick rise within the Magic Knights.  Where as you and I often battled to our detriment within the order.”

Nathyn huffed, the usual slight down turn of his lips leveling to a thin line.

“I mean it Nathyn.  Leave the girl and foreign boy be.  I’m watching the matter closely to see that nothing of any sort gets out of hand.”

Nathyn’s eyes narrowed, his lips pulling downward.  As much as he didn’t like the Vermillion telling him what to do, it was Leonidas’ last sentence that was upsetting, if not concerning.  Just how closely was Leonidas watching?  Was he aware of the failed attempt on Yami’s life during the Nine Day War?  Or the money left without word by the Black Bulls Vice Captain?  How long had Leonidas being watching?  Did the Vermillion know of the two previous attempts before this latest debacle?

Leonidas smiled at the Silva’s expression.  “I truly hope we understand each other.  Given this honor your son has won for your House it would be a shame if a controlling, prideful patriarch turned that esteem to not.”

72.5

While the Sales Assistant had needed to adjust to not showing the offerings of fine fashionable gowns to the two disinterested royal women and instead try to please the two royal men, it had been an easy adjustment to make.  These weren’t the first high bred customers that had entered where the man had a mind of how he wanted his woman to look and knew what style best pleased him on her frame.  Given what she had heard she was rather surprised Lady Nova was amenable to allowing her Intended to dress her.  She wondered if the two royals had finally submitted to their families intention to see them wed. Such a shame that would be she thought, watching Nozel closely as he tried to decide between two of the remaining riding dresses he and Lord Fuegoleon Vermillion had narrowed it down to.

The Sales Assistant sighed dreamily, wishing that it was her His Highness was outfitting.  A smile crossed her face as she took in Nozel’s form.  Better yet, they could move on the the back of the store and he could outfit her in the lingerie they offered.  She would gladly try it on for him.

She glanced at the bored Lady Nova who occasionally sighed heavily as if it was such a tiresome inconvenience to have two of the highest ranking young royals, both of whom would make any girl stop and stare at their handsome face and figure, picking out such fine dresses for her to wear.  Some girls had all the luck and didn’t even realize or appreciate it, she thought bitterly.

“This one will look better.”  Nozel said.

“And she’ll be able to move about easier in the other.”  Fuegoleon said.  He crossed his arms and looked at the Silva.  “It’s a riding dress.  Comfort and maneuverability are more important than mere appearance.”

“If this wasn’t for a court gathering I might agree with you.  But it is and I’m picking this one.”  Nozel told.

“Since this is a birthday gift from the Vermillion's, what you pick has little bearing.”  Fuegoleon said, tersely.

“Teris.” Nozel called over his shoulder.

“Are we done?”  Teris called back, sitting up.

Lounging beside her, eyes closed, Mereoleona muttered.  “I hope so.  Pretty sure it’s almost time to head back and get ready for dinner.”

“Almost.” Fuegoleon assured.  “Come here, please.”

Without looking at the Sales Assistant, Nozel ordered.  “Hold the dress up to her.”

“I’m bored.”  Teris complained, making her way over to them.  She had never liked shopping.  Shopping for fancy clothes that were meant for her were definitely off her list of enjoyable activities.  She pulled away when a sales girl held something before her.

“Stand still.  Fuegoleon snapped.

“And straight.”  Nozel added, looking her over appraisingly.

Teris made a face, but did as the two men bid.

Nozel’s eyes slid to Fuegoleon, brow raised.

Fuegoleon look Teris over a moment then nodded.  “You’re right.”

“I know.”  Nozel said, turning away.  He took it as an insult that the Vermillion had doubted his knowing what looked best on his Intended.

“Is that it?”  Teris asked, wanting to go back and sit, or better yet return to Silva Castle.

Nozel nodded as the Assistant took up the boots and accessories that he had picked to go with the outfit.

“If I can have my Lady’s measurements I will have these altered and boxed within the hour.”  The Sales Assistant said pulling a quill and paper out for Teris to write her numbers on.

Teris blinked at the woman.  “I haven’t a clue.”

Nozel sighed.  Before he could stop himself had rattled off Teris’ measurements.  The Sales Assistant caught herself staring.  She quickly turned around, jotting the numbers down and busied herself with boxing the accessories.

Fuegoleon’s expression held a mixture of displeasure and amusement.

Nozel cleared his throat and added lamely.  “I would guess.”

Teris felt both angry and embarrassment.  She felt exposed.  Examined.  She felt like a thing.  She wanted to walk out and not look back.  She wanted to head to the back and have the store clerk take her measurements, sickly interested in how accurate Nozel’s guess was. Mana.  She hoped it was a guess.  It had to have been a guess, she told herself.  How else would he have gotten a hold of her measurements?  It wasn’t that she was embarrassed about the numbers.  It was that Nozel somehow knew something so personal.  More than that, he had spoken the numbers with such confidence and ease as if he were already her husband.  Which she had made clear, time and again, he would never be.

Teris saw a tape measure on the counter and grabbed it.  Lashing it like a whip, she spun on a heel and marched to the changing room.  Nozel mindful to keep his eyes averted from her.

Fuegoleon smirked at his cousins behavior.  He turned a stern eye on Nozel.  “I had a few choice words for you.  But I think Teris will have more than enough so I’ll save my breath.  What were you thinking?  How do you even know a thing like that?”

“I have a good eye.”  Nozel said simply.  He looked Fuegoleon over and rattled off the Vermillion’s measurements.

“Impressive. I’d be quick to mention that and prove it when she comes back. Not that it’ll spare you from much.”  Fuegoleon told.

It wasn’t long before Teris exited the changing room.  Her shoulder rammed into Nozel as she passed making her way for the door. Mereoleona got to her feet.

“Teris?” She called after her cousin.  The Crimson Lions Captain looked over at Nozel and her brother wondering what they had done to upset her this time.

Fuegoleon watched his sister follow Teris out.  He looked at Nozel and shook his head in sympathetic amusement.  Stepping to the counter, he signed the bill of sale and instructed the Clerk on when and where he wanted everything delivered.

Mereoleona stepped beside Teris who had stopped at a nearby fountain.  “What’s the matter, Little One?”

Picking at a hangnail, Teris mumbled.  “Nozel knew my measurements.”

Mereoleona shrugged.   “That’s not surprising.  Lord Silva has a mathematical eye.  It’s somewhat expected one of his children would inherent the same.”  She smiled and told.  “My Mother once said that when they were younger Lord Silva’s favorite party trick was to guess how many mixed nuts were in a bowel.  She said that he was never off by more than two and that was only when he had a few too many drinks.  Father told me that Lord Nathyn helped him in sizing Mother’s betrothal ring and when it came time to put it on her finger it fit perfectly.  Said that as happy as he was to have it fit, to this day he doesn’t like it when Mother wears her betrothal ring because it reminds him of Lord Silva’s help.”

Teris relaxed somewhat at that.  Maybe that’s all it was.  It was something similar to how she could remember the words to every song she had ever heard, even if only once.  Or how she could sometimes guess the next few words from a versus or chores she hand never heard.  As useless as it was, it was occasionally a fun gift to have. If Nozel was indeed like his father, his gift would be a whole lot more useful.  Knowing that about him actually explained a lot.  Like how Nozel was able to step back and surmise the weakest point of cell for Fuegoleon, Randall, Zara, and him to focus on.  Or how he had known just what pace to set to get them to the next camp point.

Mereoleona looked over at her.  “You’re no vain girl that would be upset about something like that.  What’s really bugging you?”

“I only have two more years left.”  Teris said, the weight of it causing her shoulders to slump.

“And?”

Teris’ head snapped up.  “And!”

“That troublesome brute of yours will follow you anywhere.”  Mereoleona said with a shrug.

“I don’t want to go anywhere.  The Clover Kingdom isn’t perfect but it’s better than most.  It’s my home.  I love it.”

“Then let that muscly mess of a man fight Fyntch to free you from your family and duty.”  Mereoleona said, simply.

“Who says it’ll be Fyntch?  If Julius--”

“Julius will never fight Yami.  He’s put too much work and effort into that kid to kill him.  Besides, Julius would never do anything to force you into a future you didn’t want.”  Mereoleona pinched Teris’ cheek.  “He adores you too much for that.”

Teris pulled her face away.

Mereoleona dropped her hand.  “Julius will work something out.  You can count on that.  Your little Lord of Destruction won’t have to face him.”

“I don’t want Yami to have to face anyone.”  Teris said.

Mereoleona didn’t know if her cousin was stating what her perfect world looked like, or if Teris was still that young, foolish, and hopeful.  “I know it’s you birthday in a couple days, Little One.  But you can’t have all the things.”

“I don’t want all the things.”  Teris said, fiercely.  “I’m ready and willing to lose my name, title, and all that comes with it when it’s time.”

“Even us?”  Mereoleona asked.

“That’s the only thing I’ll miss.”  Teris said, finding it difficult to keep the other woman’s gaze.

Mereoleona clasped Teris’ shoulder.  “Don’t worry.  You won’t lose me. Well you will once Leon’s ready to become Captain, but so will everyone else cause I’m getting out of here.”

“Where are you going?”

“We’re talking about you here.”  Mereoleona put her other hand on Teris’ other shoulder, holding both of them.  “Now I need you to listen and heed what I tell you cause it’s important.”

“Alright.” Teris said, uncertainly.

“No.” Mereoleona shook her head.  “No tentative, alright's.  I said this was important.”

“Okay. I’m listening.”

Mereoleona looked at the younger girl lifting her eyebrows.  “And heeding.  I need you to really listen and take in what I have to say.”

Teris gave a nervous smile.  “Leona.  You’re starting to scare me.”

“Good. Cause this is so important it is scary.  Are you listening?”

Teris nodded.

“You got of stop worrying about this stuff.  Whether you leave or stay. If that big lug fights on your behalf or not.  There’s nothing you can do about any of that right now.  Not with two year left to go. So don’t think about it.  Put it out of your head and enjoy the here and now.  With all that’s going on who knows what will happen between then and now.  Hell, Fyntch or Lord Nathyn could die.  You or Yami could die.  Nozel could--”

“Please stop saying ‘die’.”  Teris begged.

“You get my point.”  Mereoleona went on.  “Enjoy these next few days and the ones after.  Relish your ranking friends and family.  Well, maybe not Fyntch.  He is a bit of a prat.  But I do include Nozel in that.  If—when you get what you want.  Even if you don’t get it exactly as you want.  All of this changes, if it doesn’t go away forever.  Even if and when you become Knights Commander.  Which I am as certain you’ll achieve as I am of Julius becoming Wizard King.” She looked at her cousin affectionately.  “The relationships.  The close friendship you have with those two boys back in that store will never be the same.  There will be strain and tension and hurt feelings.  And that strain, anger, and hurt will always be there on some level no matter how much time passes or how well those feelings are hidden.”

Teris lowered her head fighting back the hurt, anger, and fear her cousins words brought to the surface.

Mereoleona chucked a finger under Teris’ chin.  “Don’t look so down.  You still got two years left to have a lifetime of fun and laughs with those two boys.  I’m telling you this so you don’t waste it. Consider it my birthday gift to you.”

72.6

Mereoleona knocked on her father's study door.

“Enter.” Leonidas Vermillion called.  “Ah, Leona, my dear.  What are you doing up so late?”

“Just because I’m here doesn’t mean work doesn’t follow.” Mereoleona said, speaking of her duties as the Crimson Lions Captain. She sat before her father's desk.  “What about you?”

“The Magic Knights aren’t the only ones dealing with extra work. Drink?”  Leonidas offered, getting up and moving to the bureau behind his desk that bore several decanted spirits.

Having more work to see to, Mereoleona shook her head.  “No, thanks.  You shouldn’t either.  Mother will smell it on you and scold.”

“I can handle your Mother.”  Leonidas said, pouring himself a fingers worth instead of the two he had planned before his daughters words.

“Did you speak to Lord Silva?”  Mereoleona asked.

Leonidas returned to the chair, sighing as he sat.  “I told you I would. However did you learn Nathyn hired men to kill Teris’ young friend?”

Mereoleona recalled Bronn telling her the truth of things after Yami was found unharmed after he had been taken by a dimensional spell.  She had almost gone to confront Nathyn Silva herself; and likely would have if she hadn’t been fighting in a war.  Yami had been under her command at the time.  She had been responsible for him.  More than that, Yami was a Magic Knight.  As much as the squads might bicker and fight, they were one unit.  One family.  If anyone from the outside threatened one them they may as well have threatened every Magic Knight.  Their lives were dangerous enough as if was.  They didn’t need anyone getting ideas to make it more so.  Thanks to the war, Mereoleona had been forced to wait.  The passing time had calmed her enough to think with a clearer head which had led her to the decision of going to her father.

“I’d rather not say.”  Mereoleona told her father.  She didn’t see how telling him would get Bronn in trouble.  But she also didn’t see how telling her father would make a difference.

Having his fair share of secrets, Leonidas didn’t press.  “Well, Nathyn won’t be sending people after that boy again.  Not if he knows what’s good for his family’s image or has any hope of Nozel and Teris making their marriage work.”

Mereoleona looked sadly at her father.  “She’s not going to marry him, Papa. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

Leonidas shook his head.  “I refuse to believe she won’t.  The thought of having to turn away from that girl wounds me too much.”

“You don’t have to.  I won’t be.”

“Don’t tell me your future plans to ignore my instructions.  And you know full well that I must and will if Teris indeed refuses to follow her family’s commands.  I don’t live for my needs and desires, Leona. I have a duty to this family.  To House Vermillion.  To the King and this kingdom.”

Mereoleona sat forward and inquired.  “Then why speak to Silva at all?  Why not let him do as he wishes and rid this kingdom of a dirty foreigner who’s messing around with a royal girl far above his station?”

Taking a sip of his drink, Leonidas drawled.  “Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re having fun or truly being adversarial.”

“It’s no wonder when sometimes I can’t tell myself.”  Mereoleona admitted, sitting back.

“Let us say Teris does as she’s told and weds Nozel.  She doesn’t love him and while she might learn to, it will be a rough few first years for her as Lady Silva.  If Nozel is incapable of bringing her to heel I have no doubt that Nathyn will step in and his methods will be far less tender and caring.”

“And you’re okay with that?”  Mereoleona asked.  “A girl you claim to love like your own daughter--”

“But Teris isn’t my daughter.”  Leonidas interjected.  “I may be the third highest man of this land but even I have limits on what I’m able to do.  Especially when faced against the second ranking man of the kingdom.”

While Leonidas didn’t have major issue admitting the truth of his limitations as His Royal Highness Lord Vermillion to Mereoleona, he didn’t like seeing the look of disappointment in his daughters eyes.  Apparently his children thought him able of any and everything he wished and were crestfallen every time he told them that it wasn’t true.  At least Fuegoleon as his heir, was beginning to understand his limitations, and hardly ever looked at him as Mereoleona did now.

“Teris deserves some happiness.”  Leonidas said, telling her the same thing he had told Nathyn.  “Whether she submits and weds Nozel.  Or refuses and deals with whatever consequences that decision brings her way.  It will still be a tough adjustment for her.  So yes.  After what you told me, I spoke with Silva to ensure she has a couple joyful years before this mess comes to a head.  Besides,” he shook his head in disgust, “hiring gangs to kill that foreign boy.  Nasty business that.  Nathyn should be ashamed of himself.  He had no right attempting such a thing.  He over stepped his bounds.”

“I’m not so sure he’d agree.”

“I don’t give a damn if Nathyn Silva agrees.”  Leonidas stormed. “Teris is his sons Intended.  That is all.  Her behavior and going on's are not for him to sway or tamper with.  If there’s something he doesn’t like he should speak with Fyntch, or Julius.  Hell, even speak with me.  But to try to have that young man killed, not once but twice that you’re aware of, simply because he doesn’t approve of Teris’ dealings with him.  This Yami Sukehiro is a Third Class Senior Magic Knight for mana’s sake!”

“And soon to be co-Vice Captain of the Black Bulls.”  Mereoleona added.

Leonidas raised an eyebrow.  “Truly.”

She nodded, happy that her effort to distract and calm her father had worked so easily.  “From what I understand Yami and Teris are to become co-Vice Captain's once the current Black Bulls Vice Captain retires to marry.”

Leonidas chuckled, heartily.  “Silva certainly won’t like that.  But maybe between my words and this Yami’s new rank, Nathyn will cease these tasteless attempts.”

72.6.2

Fuegoleon hadn’t meant to eavesdrop.  He had only gotten up to get a glass of warm milk after trying and failing to get to sleep for over an hour and a half.  But after what he’d just heard he didn’t think anything would help him sleep.

From down the hall he had seen light coming from his father’s half opened study door and decided that instead of fetching some milk he would offer his assistance with whatever his father was working on. As training for one day becoming the head of the royal House Vermillion his father often sent him work to do.  Fuegoleon was even charged with overseeing three of their pieces of land.  But with the war, his father had stopped sending him work and had taken over managing those properties in Fuegoleon’s place.

This morning his father had told his responsibilities for the three properties would continue once the festivities were over and he returned to the Crimson Lions base.  Even though his duties as a Magic Knight would still demand more time and attention then usual until the gangs and such could be beaten back into place, Fuegoleon had been glad to have his familial duties returned.

After hearing his father and sister, Fuegoleon walked swiftly back to his quarters.  He quietly closed and locked both the outer and inner doors of his chambers.  Running a shaky hand over his forehead, he tried to comprehend what he had just heard.  Lord Silva had hired people to kill Yami.  And not just once but twice.

He didn’t like his cousin’s close relationship with Yami, or the liberties he knew Teris allowed the man.  But that was far from a reason to kill him.  His father had been right in his tempered outrage.  Nathyn Silva had no right to attempt such a thing.  Teris was Nozel’s Intended, nothing more.  Until the two were properly betrothed neither Nozel or his father had any claim or authority over her.  Even after they were betrothed the Silva’s say wouldn’t be much.  Certainly not enough to permanently remove a person from Teris’ life by hiring people to kill.  Who would even considered such a thing?  Let alone followed through with it.  What kind of person hired people to take another's life?

Fuegoleon felt himself go cold.  Was this what it meant to a patriarch of a royal House?  He knew his father held the lives and well-being of countless people in his hand.  But he had never thought his father viewed those lives as expendable.  Sure people had died in their service to him or the family.  But Lord Leonidas Vermillion had always seen that the surviving family were given a large sum and well looked after.  Fuegoleon couldn’t imagine his father capable of ordering someones death.  Their Imprisonment and execution maybe. But those were open, lawful things.  Hiring some gang to murder someone was something completely different.  Something he had never imagined a royal doing.  Such deeds were what thugs did.

No. Fuegoleon corrected himself.  Such deeds were what thugs were hired to do.  But who did the hiring?  The thought that is was people like Lord Silva and his father troubled him.  The fact that he was lumping his father in with Lord Silva’s terrible deed simply because the two were both patriarchs and close in rank disturbed him further still.  But if Silva had done such a thing for something as simple as not liking Yami’s close connection with Teris, when Yami was a high ranking Magic Knight, it was almost certainly sure that Nozel’s father had hired such gangs for other reasons in the past.  And if that were so, what was to say that his own father hadn’t done likewise.  Fuegoleon couldn’t fathom a reason that would cause a man as honorable and caring as Leonidas Vermillion to do such a thing.  He knew his father had killed before.  His father had once been a Magic Knight where death and killing was sadly a somewhat regular occurrence.  Even so, Fuegoleon couldn’t picture it.  For some reason, despite knowing otherwise, he didn’t think his father the type of man capable of taking a life.  Then again he thought the same about Nozel even though he had seen different with his own eyes more than once on the battlefield.

Nozel! Fuegoleon jolted, his hands and face becoming clammy.  Did Nozel know of Lord Silva’s attempts?  If so, when had Nozel known?  He knew Nozel wanted to see Yami dead.  That his threat of one day overseeing Yami’s execution was far from an empty one.  What if Nozel had had enough of Yami’s teasing and inciting his anger? What if Nozel had had enough imagining what Teris and Yami got up to? Imagining what allowances she afforded Yami when she wouldn’t even accept a single kiss from Nozel.  Could it be that Nozel had been the one to make the suggestion to Lord Nathyn?  Fuegoleon didn’t think so; but up until a few moments ago he didn’t think Nathyn Silva, an upstanding royal and next in line for the throne, the type to hire assassins.

Writing isn’t just a love.  It’s my only real outlet.  And being able to connect with other people, bringing someone enjoyment through what little I can actually do has been a HUGE brightspot for me.  So THANK YOU to everyone who has ever commented, reblogged, or left an ask.

Next chapter snippet:

Yami’s jaw clenched at that.  He wasn’t sure he believed all this primordial forces business but he knew Alowishus and his Agents of Crazies did.  All Yami was willing to admit at the moment was there was something more to all of this than rare, strong magic.

#yami sukehiro #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion #mereoleona vermillion #julius novachrono #nebra silva #solid silva #leopold vermillion #Black Clover #light in the darkness

[theobxhummingbird]

Unreachable (Chapter 3)

(GIF credits to owner) (A JJ Maybank and Nova Fleming love story)

Taken aback of what had happened at the kegger and the amounts of times she shared a few glares with the blonde on their way back to the Chateau, Nova couldn't stop looking at JJ's backpack on the floor. Knowing there's something inside, that could've put everyone in danger that night, including her, was stressing her entire system. -Novs, -said Kie, who was with John B from the moment they brought him to the house, changing him into dry clothes and drying his wet hair, -come on, Pope will walk us home. Nova's shaky legs somehow made it out the Chateau; eyes meeting those faulty, blue eyes of the troublemaker. -He's stupid. -muttered Pope, as he exited the Chateau. Kie followed with shaking her head and sighing. After all, the both of them knew JJ won't stay at John B's long, since the news will reach Sheriff Peterkin immediately. And it was true, the next morning, when John B's eyes, one bruised from the fight, fluttered open, he met Peterkin's figure in his bedroom. -Get decent, sweetie. We need to talk. Sheriff Peterkin walked out of the bedroom and waited for John B to put himself together. -Sorry to break in like this. I heard something had happened yesterday, at your "little" gathering, so I came to check on you. So, how are you besides the--, -she circled around her eye, referring to John B's bruised one. -Oh, no, I'm--I'm great. Yeah, fantastic. Uh...Guys? -he looked to the door, where Nova, Kie and Pope stood. -Oh, your little group is here. No wonder why one of them is missing. -she crossed her arms over her chest, -So, while you're all here, I might say what I heard. A fight on the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved. -Okay. Gun? -John B stood up from his leaned position, tapping Peterkin's shoulder, -No. Did I get in a dustup? Yes. But was there a gun? No. No way. -That's okay. I know who it was. I'll get to him. Also, a body was found in the marsh yesterday. Nova's eyes went wide and she glanced over at Pope and Kie, who's expressions were no different from hers. -Were you in the marsh yesterday? -Yes, we were fishing for some drum. -You catch anything? -Nah, we were skunked. -Strange. Fishing's usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up. You come across a wreck yesterday? -No. -John B shortly glanced at the others. -What is going on? -Nova muttered to Kie quietly. Sheriff Peterkin asked them all the question about yesterday's happenings and if they have any information on the wreck, promising them to help with the gun issue and get their friend out of the situation. They were all gathered at John B's; JJ also came along after Peterkin exited the Chateau. -Look, I'm calling it off. All right? Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she'll help us with the gun incident. For else, they'll automatically know we had something to do with it, if we continue looking. -Yes, I'll leave, you have private topics to talk. -said Nova, standing up from her place. -No, Nova, -said John B, -I have nothing to hide from you, Kie told us you're trustworthy. Sit please. -And you believed Peterkin, John B? -said JJ. -Yes, I believe her, JJ. -An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop. -All we got to do, is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days and she'll help us out. She's saving your ass from shooting a gun. -You know what I should have done? Just let Topper drown your ass. -Yeah, Topper was going to drown me? -Sure looked like it. I mean have you looked in the mirror? -Tell me some more. Come on. -They always win, -said JJ, leaning his arm on the wood, -don't they, man? Kooks versus Pogues. They always, always win! Goddamn! -Look, it's okay. -said Kie. -No, it's not okay! It is not. They don't want us to go down into the marsh. That means there's something valuable down there, and you know it, man. I know you do. -he pointed to John B. -And I understand why you don't want to go. -he said to Pope, -You're the golden boy. You got way too much to risk. And you-- you're already rich anyways. Why would you bother. -You--, -he turned to Nova, -you're not even involved in this, so no need to argue. -But, you and me, man, we got nothing to lose! We really don't, all right. -JJ. -John B sighed. -And I know it didn't use to be that way for you. -I don't want to talk about this. I don't want to talk about it. -he started walking away. -So that's it? -said JJ, John B pushing him away. -Just get out of my way, bro. -John B, listen to me. I have a plan. You got the key to Cameron's boat, right. -No. -John B knew where he's going with involving the Cameron family. -There's scuba gear inside of it. We just borrow that, and then we go down to the wreck this afternoon,and that is what's going to save you, man. -I'll be in "Wisteria", if anyone needs me. See you, John B. -she waved a goodbye to the boy. -You are leaving? -he asked, making his way over at her. -Yes, I'll go to the flower garden, need to help my grandma with the orders. -Okay, wait for me, we'll leave together. -he said and quickly ran to the Chateau to grab something. -Wow, emerald girl, -said JJ, -you really in on what we're planning, huh? Emerald girl. Her green eyes were the ones who really provoked the name. -I'm not the kind of person to go and talk about one's secrets, especially people I know. -Will not be taken aback if you are. -he said, throwing pebbles far away. -Guys, what is wrong with you? You don't even know each other, how can you hate-- Kie wide eyed Nova and she exactly knew what her friend's thinking about, and a nod was only needed to confirm it. -Everyone's got their secrets, Ms. Kiara, just like emerald girl. -his lips curved into an evil smirk. -I'll go see where John B is, so we could leave. -she said giving Kie and Pope a hug and walking away to the Chateau. -JJ...why are you so mean to her? She's my friend and let me tell you there's no person like her alive on this planet, so stop being a idiot. -I don't like rabble-rousers. -he said and kept throwing pebbles. -Since you're one I think you'll suit each other well. -said Pope, getting back to his book. -Pope? Did you have a tongue, bro? Didn't hear you talk until now, so...just asking.

John B and Nova walked together, until "Wisteria" and he needed to continue to get to Cameron's boat. -You didn't have to walk me all the way here. -said Nova, -Thank you. -It doesn't matter. Also, sorry for what you had to witness yesterday. -No, it's fine, don't be sorry. I think I'll know that I should keep myself safe at keggers next time. -And also...you know about the marsh... -Yeah don't worry, my lips are sealed. If you need any help with it, feel free to call me, I'll come immediately. -Thank you Nova, didn't mean to involve you at all, but you're a part of the Pogues as well, so...thank you anyways. -No problem. See you later then, be safe. -she said, giving him a hug and walking inside "Wisteria", where grandma Maida was sat making a bouquet. -You have some explaining to do little miss. -she said, as soon as Nova sat down across her. -Yes, I know I do grandma. There was happenings at yesterday's kegger and I know you heard about it. But let me tell you, nothing serious happened and nobody was hurt. They're all fine and the situation is under Sheriff Peterkin's care. So, there's really nothing you need to worry about. Look, I'm fine as well; stood away from it the whole night anyways. -Why do I feel like your new friends are involved in the gun issue? -As well as the Kook kids, huh? -said Nova, reading through her grandma. -All I care about, -she said, taking the flowers to the other table and coming back to sit down again, -is your safety. I have only one granddaughter, who I trust with my entire heart, and I need to protect her from any danger. -You're right grandma and I understand you worry about me. But I know you are also aware of how careful and wise enough I am, to make decisions that'll have a good, rather than a bad outcome. -I know, that's why I trust you. I know by fact you didn't drink at yesterday's kegger, nor cause any problems. But if I knew you would, then will I ever let you go? I don't think so. You are my kid, and my kid doesn't get involved in bad situations. Keep in mind that, the night is always made for troubles. -Which means that the explanations are over, right? -Yes, you're free to go. Thank you for being honest with me. -Always, Mrs. Fleming. -said Nova, taking the box of perfumes she left in the glass cupboard. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and Kie's text appeared saying: "What happens if nitrogen gets in your blood? Pope knows, but I want to hear it from you first." -"When the nitrogen bubbles, form in your blood, a condition called decompression sickness or the bends, block the vessels. The first symptom you get is a tingling feeling in your limbs. Be careful, it can lead to a heart attack, strokes and even ruptured vessels in the lungs." -"Pope said the same thing. I suppose this is not going to be well." -"Whatever you're up to guys, be careful please." -"Pope and I will come over later and tell you everything." -"Okay, I'll be in Wisteria all day." Nova put her phone in her pocket and brought the box to the table. She was worried about her friends, especially John B, who was the nicest from the moment they met each other. She started to doze off slowly, thinking about how him and JJ were different from each other. One so patient and positive; other disobedient and cold. Two friends, two different minds. And as if Maida was reading her mind, she approached her way. -Can you tell me about your friends a bit? -she said. -Sure. I'll tell you what I realized, from meeting them yesterday. -she said, resting her elbows on her table, -John B is a nice boy, he is welcoming and ready for new friendships and acquaintances. He's like the leader of the group. A good looking, smart guy. Pope is the brain of the group as Kie says; sometimes weird, but I love listening to what he's saying, even though I don't understand him sometimes. He's a smart and educated guy, very funny as well. Then, there's JJ; the rabble-rouser and troub- I mean, you know, very free-minded guy; doesn't worry too much. Chilled and relaxed. Kie; you know her; my only friend in the Outer Banks, before I met the other guys. She's a socialist; loves being active in environmental actions, including, cleaning the beaches from the careless tourists and anything that has to do with saving the Earth really. -Where are they now? You should invite them here, so I could analyze them all. -Uh...they all have to run some errands. Kie and Pope will come over anyways, you'll get to meet them. JJ and John B have to get something done at the Chateau. -Fine then, maybe next time. -Exactly. -Nova sighed, blinking twice to shake off the stress. Her hands reached for the perfume she was making the day before. She took out the needed ingredients and started where she was left. Maida was dealing with the people who were bringing the new flowers in the flower garden. Suddenly, Nova reached for her journal, that was peeking from her bag.

-" It's an unbelievable feeling, that there's three people, who's judgement about someone, can be acknowledged only and only by that person. There's the one who says it, then the one who hears it, and the one who witnesses it.  And in either ways, the person can either, prove that, what they've said, heard or witnessed is true or not. I started to live my life with those three people; one of them totally witnessing my true self, the other hearing about it and the one saying a few sentences about it. From the three, there's always one that's wrong, and even if I try and prove it, he'll always remain with his own thesis about me. So, how do you persuade such a person, that no human can be judged for its rebellious character, from a moment of self said view on a situation? And how do you tell them that, both of their different views on it, doesn't make the other a bad person? I'll stay confused, until there's an answer to both of my questions." She slowly closed the journal, leaving it back to its place. After the heavy rain yesterday, the ground still remained wet; the summer wind though, was showing itself by swinging the branches left and right and swirling around Nova's warm body.

Some time had passed and Nova started to get worried even more. Her friends were supposed to come and they were nowhere to be seen. She texted both, Pope and Kie, and none of them answered. The only thing she needed, was their confirmation of coming to the flower garden, so she should decide to close it or not. But, it didn't last too long; the two appeared at the flower garden, figures exhausted from the water. Grandma Maida had gone home, persuading herself that there's no need of wasting time, by waiting for Nova's friends, who she can meet at anytime. -The garden's beautiful. -said Pope, looking around it. Suddenly he stopped; eyes glued to a bookshelf. -Are these yours? He took a big book about mammals and sea creatures, from Nova's marine biology textbook collection. -Yes, they are my textbooks from university. -she said, bringing some snacks and drinks to the table. -You study marine biology? -he said, flipping through the pages. -Studied, marine biology, didn't complete my whole first year though, because I had to move to the Outer Banks. -That is really sad. -Pope said, reaching for another textbook, when a picture fell out of it. He knelt to the ground and picked it up, to reveal Nova's face and two other people. -This fell from the textbook. Nova took it from his hands and looked at the photo, a sad smile curving on her lips, -It's my family photo. Kie peeked to see and Nova gave her the picture; the girl had never opened the topic about her parents before. They looked so happy together and Kie couldn't believe her friend could have that big of a smile; she had never smiled so much from the day they met, just a small smile or a short laugh, but that was all. -Sorry to ask, but...would you like to continue studying again? -said Pope. -That's a topic that bothers me almost every day. I left my university two months ago and I don't know if it'll be a good idea, to go back after two months. But, I also miss studying; I love marine biology. And here in the Outer Banks, there's no opportunity for me to continue my studies, which means I have to move away and start a university out of Outer Banks. So, I still haven't given a proper decision. -I want to study science and I totally understand you. Getting out of the Outer Banks, is the only way I'll ever face my dreams. Yeah, but the protocol of leaving is the hardest part; some part of you still stays in the Outer Banks. -Novs. -said Kie, her voice going high pitched a bit, -What's going on with you and JJ? -Yeah, you guys are weird. -added Pope. Nova let out a heavy sigh and sat down across from them, -He showered me with the Volkswagen and I inflated one of the tires. -Ooooo, he was so annoyed. -said Pope. -He came in, hit everything, slammed the doors. -I totally forgot I asked JJ to take my backpack on his way back to the Chateau. -The start of a new love story...-Pope muttered under his breath. -I heard you Pope. There's nothing like that. -Yeah, exactly, JJ's not Nova's type. -I was just joking, -he put his hands up in defense, -calm down. The three of them talked for a bit, before JJ and John B appeared at Wisteria. Nova gave them their drinks and the Pogues gathered around the table. -I thought, he drowned, that's it, we're over. -said Kie, but then he appeared on the surface. -The timer ended and Shoupe was still analyzing the boat; I could see him from under. -added John B. -So that's why Kie asked me what happens if nitrogen gets in your blood. -Yeah,-said Kie, -and when you said the same thing as Pope, I couldn't be more worried. -Wait, -JJ spoke suddenly, -how would she know what will happen? -She's a marine bi- -What? I can't know? I live in the Outer Banks where I have reach of the water and need to know any dangers that can occur. -she cut in on Pope. -She's a marine biologist plus, that adds in on the knowledge. -added Kie. -What are you, a Kook or a Pogue, emerald girl? -I am a person, JJ. -she said and stood up to refill their cups, Kie following her to the other table. -You two need to stop getting in on each other. -It's none of my fault blonde bohemian prince can't keep his mouth shut for a second. He literally has an answer to everything. -she took the cups back to the table where the guys were. -Did you find anything at least? -asked Nova. -A compass that belonged to my father. It belonged to many generations back as well. -If it reached you, then it must mean something. -You think? -John B's face lit up with hope. The light in his eyes showed how much he wanted to find his father and it hit Nova's soft spot; family is the best thing in the world. -Yes, I do. And since it reached you, there's something that you need to know. Did you explore it? -No, I didn't take my time to explore it. Maybe tomorrow with a fresh mind. You'll come over, right? -I have to serve at the Wreck from morning to afternoon, but I'll try to come. -I want you to be there; I like the way you think. -John B gave her a small smile. Nova turned to Kie; knowing the crush she had developed for the boy and Kie just nodded with her head, trusting her best friend with her whole life. -Okay, I'll do everything to come and be there for you guys. -More like be there for you...-muttered JJ. Nova heard him and unnoticeably rolled her eyes. After all the blonde bohemian prince was just talking none sense.

#outer banks #jj maybank #john booker routledge #pope hayward #kiara carrera #nova fleming #maida fleming #sheriff peterkin #wisteria #the chateau #obx fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction

[achieveandhunt]

live typing extra life 2019

part 2

warning: this was a mistake and i’m in the grapes

this starts right at Facilities vs AH. link to first post

let’s fuck some shit up babEY

oh what the fuck they’re playing a prerecorded video

last year was a fuckin doozy, nobody forget that

“legends of the under achiever” i didn’t know someone wrote my biography

why do i hear geoff screaming “FIVE FUCKIN FOUR” in my head, like in the legends of the hidden temple minecraft videos

jeremy looks. so dead inside on this fine november evening

ryan buzzing while they’re trying to explain the rules

my video quality went down so much that i thought i was watching someone playing roblox for a second

ryan “salty mother fucker” haywood has made a lovely appearance. he’s my favorite

michael and lindsay looking so domestic makes me so happy,, they’re my parents

someone donated under the name “ryan goes feral” uh??? yeah? you say that like it’s a bad thing??

oH FUCK MICHAEL GO DRIVE WIN PLEASE

jeremy HAS BROKEN OUT THE GLASSES SHIT’S SERIOUS

NO THEY’RE LOSING GOD DAMMIT

ʳʸᵃⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᵠᵘᶦᵉᵗˡʸ: ʰᵉˡᵖ

JEREMY IT’S TIME TO TEST OUT THAT NONEXISTENT GAG REFLEX AND SWALLOW THE OPPONENT’S CONTROLLER

oh nvm they’re winning again lmao

OH FUCK thEYRE LOSING

oh nvm

OH FUCK

oh nvm they unplugged his contoller lol

OH FUCKING TH EY LOST MICHAEL JONES MY HEART IS BROKEN

the amount of people watching has gone up from 32k to 40k in the past fifteen minutes

michael “hurry up you dumb cunts” jones

“oh don’t worry about destroying our cabinet, it’s essentially matchsticks”

“how are you feeling john? are you ready for this?” “MM M M Mmm mM”

TEAM NICE DYNAMITE IS NEXT AND IM READY FOR PERMANENTLY RINGING EARS FROM ALL THE LEET DONATIONS

oH god here we go

“hopefully they haven’t been saving them all day” oh honey. you’ve got a big storm coming

if xavier slaps gavin i think gav might go up in a puff of smoke

i did the math, they went up 45k+ within five minutes of team nice dynamite showing up on stream

GAVIN AND MICHAEL ARE GOING TO DIE

THERE’S GONNA BE A MOONBALL SIZED HOLE IN GAVIN’S CHEST

ryan and lindsay both donating a grand during this segment... so good

the day gavin free successfully gets a tattoo is the day i drop dead

lindsay saying she didn’t want the TND tattoo on michael but she agreed because gav is michael’s boi :((( 

i’m too sleep deprived for this i might cry

oh god michael’s punching the floor

i’m too sober for this

EIGHTY EIGHT LEET DONATIONS IN TWENTY MINUTES HOLY FUCJKIGN SHIT YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE THROWING MOONBALLS FOR FUCKIN SIX YEARS

on a sentimental note- i love how much collective love we have for gav and michael,, they deserve it all

milk boarded has some not-so-great connotations attached to it

gavin “the bullshit bitch” free

a mark nutt reference?? in my 2019 extra life????

this just in: sarah is going to obliterate gavin

oh. oh my god. that was the sound of a wet fish smacking a wall

why is jeremy the liquor goblin walking like a crab that has a bird attached to its back??? see: flapping arms

that beer and milk concoction... gag

“drink that milk yard”

“YOU GOT MY TOES MILKY”

no. nO MICHAEL NO YOUR INTESTINES NOO

michael “the milk’s in my brain” jones

“stop pouring it on people!” “iT’S HARD DICKHEAD”

lindsay is now. taking a milk shower

*caiti brings a small roll of paper towels* *gavin gently places a single paper towel on the massive puddle of milk*

no LINDSAY NO THINK OF THE CHILDREN

gavin: this has gotten way out of hand. she’s... she’s swimming in an inch of milk! everyone knows you should swim in at least two!!

the fajita seasoning will solve everythinG everyone calm down

fiona: yeah this is my first extra life. jack: and what were you expecting? fiona: this. exactly this.

ah yes. the bunny suits have arrived and michael is ready to tackle gavin

aaaand here comes the AH fanfic. it can only get worse from here so buckle up fuckos

“holy fuckeroni”

“re-reanimated trevor”

michael is so fucking smashed and god i wish that was me

“cum-ductor”

fiona “this is a white man” nova

“bone-ating” *leet donation* *leet donation* 

“ready set blow” made me genuinely bust a lung laughing

aaaand michael’s licking the floor which is to be expected

jeremy “i’m gonna actually harm you” dooley

IF ONE MORE PERSON BRINGS UP RANCH IM GOING TO WALK TO AUSTIN AND PROJECTILE VOMIT ON THE OFF TOPIC SET

no JEREMY NO YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS GET OFF THE F  L O O R

don’t get close ups on jeremy’s tongue. don’t do that to me. i don’t want nightmares

“fuck root” “let’s just fucking fuck”

1 2 3 CONSENT

michael has gone full gerkie

alfredo’s look when larry is reading the part about trevor choking him is how i feel about everything that’s happened in the past twenty minutes

almost 300k in less than an hour 

fiona saying “i don’t want this” overlaying michael humping a trash can

“TAKE THE TACO CHAD”

aaaand michael’s in the trash can

nO why is there a triangle is this a POETRY READING ALL OF A SUDDEN

oh thank god it’s over

OH FUCK THERE’S A N EPILOGUE

aaand trevor’s dead again. poor treyco

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS EVERYONE PUT A CUP IN YOUR PANTS

people singing along... what goes on

why am i downloading this fuckin song asap

jeremy turning his phone flashlight on and waving it like he’s at a concert god dammit i love these people so much

those are my BOYS

oh my gosh they’re still singing the song. why is my heart so happy from this i need to get slapped

“come on you’ve never been waterboarded before gavin?”

everyone standing in a circle shining their flashlights at gavin

someone surprise them and instead of a moonball just yeet a whole gallon of milk at them

actually, on second thought, no

OH god GavIN Is GOING to Die 

gavin “i forgot to breathe” free

several milk explosions

gavin “my brain is cold” free

michael has milk dripping from his ears

i’m about to pass out i don’t know what’s happening

michael is in the grapes right now man

how many moonballs? oh, only 107. :)

i’m not writing this part- you guys have to watch the moonball segment yourself, if you didn’t watch it live!

team nice dynamite finishes up with over 300k!! holy shit, that’s so cool! this community is awesome

werewolf is up next!

xavier is such a gentleman can we keep him

alfredo: *chooses to kill miles* trevor in the audience: *silently freaking out*

xavier is about ruin another man on stream

miles has no self preservation instinct

barbara is now smelling fiona

this just in: i love alfredo and 100% would have done the same thing

trevor running up to film alfredo getting smacked. what an icon

alfredo SCREAMING oh my god i felt it in my soul

the high-five of the backs in solidarity of intense pain

miles choosing alfredo is so fucking good

and also, i feel so bad 

his heart might shoot out of his asshole this time guys

oh NOOO HE’s so bruised :(((( fredo nooo :((

oh my god it’s gotten to the usual point in the stream where you start to question whether someone is going to die this time

rip blaine but at least i think he can take the hit

he can but ouch it still hurts me 

barbara “i’m participating in the game” dunkleman

yo miles might win this game

the crowd when someone needs to shoot barb: TREVOR TREVOR TREVOR! trevor, with the strength of a thousand suns: N O

people are now chanting about shooting an unprotected trevor. the man already died once this stream god dammit

alfredo is about to throw hands for fiona

that’s a big F in the chat for miles, but his loss is well deserved

xavier’s hands could serve as a defibrillator

alfredo showed jeremy his chest and jeremy shied away as if he was looking at the sun

 --- i’m taking another break to finish an assignment---

i’m barely alive and it’s ready set show time 

oh god please no more shock collars

i’m so fucking tiiiiredd please take thge res t of this post  wigth  a grain of salt lbecasue i can hardly type at this ponitn 

“do you want to control the shock collars” “will there be repercussions” “no” “fuck yeah i’ll do it then”

“smother the children. steal the baby” “DONT STEAL THE BABY TREVOR”

lunging forward “s c a r e  t h e  b a b y” “OKAY I’M PASSING THIS ONE”

“you can’t bake popcorn????” jeremy hits the floor

alec and matt clearly = dream team

oh thasnk god the shock collars are on their arms now i was stressed out for chris earlier

this stream does not promote recreational nyquil usage 

i don’t even know how to explain the pure insanity of what ready set show has become

alec has become this whole segment

i would write more but i have no thoughts because my brain doesn’t work

larry “makes people fuck other people besides their wife” insert last name that my brain can’t come up with

anyways. marbles

oh. no marbles

i’ve blacked out idk what happened during backwardz compatible

i mean i was awake but does that really mean anything at this point

SPPOKU PSOOKY SPPOKKKY SPOOOKY !!! FUCL YEAH 

cole is so good during this segment

oh so many 1337s right away 

the real scariest thing during the segment: being genuine

oH my god the scream being pitched up. i have fucking dogs outside of my house now

i don’t fuck w/ ghosts no thank you

“aba-jail” wow if u guys weren’t gonna get haunted before you will now

okay i’m about to pass out i have to take a nap

oH fucking I SLEPT until thirty minutes before the en d  fuck

conclusion: this community is incredible and raised an unimaginable amount of money for charity. the fact that rooster teeth does this every year is awesome, and honestly, it makes me feel hopeful in times when things aren’t so great. so yeah! for the kids & stuff 

#extra life 2019 #rooster teeth #geoff ramsey #jack pattillo #ryan haywood #michael jones #jeremy dooley #gavin free #lindsay jones #trevor collins #matt bragg #fiona nova #alfredo diaz

[endless-vall]

I will wait for you - Thomas x Isobel fanfic

Summary: Isobel finally musters the courage to express her feelings towards Thomas. Thomas’ reply is beautiful, but heartbreaking.

Author’s note: As I told you, the process of publishing the chapters is going to get a little faster now that I planned ahead the next ones. I hope you’ll like it.

For the previous fics in this series, click here, here and here. 

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   “Can I talk to you about something?” Isobel blurts out while she and Thomas have lunch together.

She’d been sneaking him off at lunchtime to take a much needed break from his work for a few weeks now, but only now mastered the courage to say something.

“Anything,” He said, taking another bite of his meal.

“I... Well, I’ve been thinking about it a while now, and I realize the timing might be off and maybe I shouldn’t say anything to begin with, but I kinda feel like I have to. I just want to say it out loud.” Isobel gulped, the thoughts racing in her head while she seemed to look anywhere but in Thomas’s eyes.

“Is everything okay?” He put his fork down and reached for her hand worriedly.

Now that she thought about it, maybe her wording could use a little work. She did pharse it quite strange, raising concerns.

“Oh, yeah, nothing like that.” She smiled, easing his mind.

“I just wanted you to know that I’m not dumping this on you out of nowhere, and that I’ve given it thought. But I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same, and I hope it won’t ruin our friendship. You’re really important to me.” As Isobel spoke, it turned easier and easier. The words were flowing out of her mouth with completeness.

“You’re really important to me too.” Thomas answered, his complete and full attention on Isobel now.

She raised her gaze to meet his, her eyes decisive. 

“I... Like you. Like - Like you like you. I... Have feelings for you, Thomas.” Isobel might’ve stumbled over her words but her intention was clear and the message was sent.

“... You-” Thomas didn’t answer for a long time.

Finally, he removed his hand from Isobels and leaned back in his seat.

“Isobel-” He started saying, his tone apologetic and regretful.

“S’okay. You don’t actually have to say it, I completely understand,” Isobel shifted her gaze to her lap, fidgeting with her braclets.

“No, I-” He started again, but stopped in his tracks. Isobel didn’t meet his face for a long minute, before finally looking up and meeting him with a brave, weak smile.

“I mean it, it’s okay Thomas.” It was obvious it was just a forced smile, but she was doing it not to blame him for rejecting her.

“Izzy.... I... I don’t know what to say...” His response really throws her off track. If he was just going to reject her anyway... Why insist on continuing and replying?

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. I can’t hide this kind of thing, especially not from you.”

“I just never thought you could see me this way.” Thomas explains, catching her completely off guard.

“Me? What about you?” Isobel cocks an eyebrow.

“Are you serious?” Thomas suddenly bursts into laughter. It’s warm and almost contagious but Isobel just folds her hands over her chest and stares at him.

“What’s so funny?” She frowns.

“Isobel, I had the biggest crush on you in middle school. You really telling me you never knew?” Thomas blinks at her in surprise when he realizes she’s serious.

Isobel shakes her head. 

Truthfully, she never before looked at Thomas that way before, so maybe she wasn’t looking to check if he might’ve felt that way towards her... But had she really... missed it?

“I mean... We were only like... Eleven-twelve, so I can’t blame you for not noticing, and I wasn’t really too obvious about it either.” Thomas shrugs, meeting her eyes.

“Was it like... A silly crush?” She asks, suddenly feeling at ease even though she’d just been rejected.

Thomas chuckles, his cheeks reddening momentarily. “Nope...” He shakes his head. “It was the real deal. I mean, as real as it gets for evelen-to-forteen year olds.”

Isobel joins his chuckling this time.

“I can’t believe I never knew about it.” She tries to think back to all the time they spent together in middle school.

She wouldn’t say anything really romantic came to mind, but they sure spent a lot of time together.

They even cuddled and played with each other’s hair on more than one occasion.

Now that she thinks about it, she can understand how some situations might’ve been Interpreted differently.

“I... Was going to tell you, actually. I was going to confess. But then the news about your father’s promotion came up, and we only had a few more months together. I thought about telling you back then every single day, but I ultimately decided I wanted to spend our last days together just the way it always was, instead of bringing that up. I figured that if you had felt the same, it would’ve come up one way or another.” 

Thomas explained.

“You make it sound very noble, but you just chickened out.” She teases, and Thomas fakes it hurting him, placing a hand over his heart and making a hissing sound.

“When you put it like that you might have a point.” He admits, nodding. “You always did call me out... Soledad used to do that too-” He catches himself before he can finish the sentence.

Isobel looked at him sympathically, before letting out a breathe she didn’t know she was holding.

“It’s okay. I understand.” She says with some sort of finality.

“Look, Isobel... I’ll be lying if I said I don’t have feelings for you too.” The next words that come out of Thomas’ mouth hit her like an arrow to the chest. It almost looks as if he regrets saying it out loud, and somehow it makes it even more painful.

“Wait, you do?” She blinks at him.

“I... Always...” He starts replying but then shakes his head. “I can’t do it, I’m sorry-” He starts fidgiting with his wallet, as if he’s about to leave but Isobel catches his sleeve, making him stop in his tracks.

“Tom...” Her voice is soft and warm and so inviting... But Thomas can’t - he just can’t...

He can’t even look at her right now. He doesn’t turn around, and he shuts his eyes, before finally talking.

“I do feel something here between us too. But I can’t... I haven’t moved on yet. I still hope to see Solded when I open my eyes in the morning next to me, and sometimes I still think she’d turn up when I come home late from work, and she’d be sleeping on the couch with an impromptu blanket because I yet again was late to our series marathon.” He sighs heavily.

It’s not like he’s enjoying it, either.

“I know that won’t happen. I know she’s really gone. But as long as I have that hope... I can’t start a new relationship. And I can’t ask you to wait for me, I can’t do that to you... Not you, of all people.” 

Thomas wasn’t the kind of guy to ask any girl to wait for him. But Isobel was special.

“Tom... I know you’re not asking...” She lets her grip on his sleeve slip, and looks down at her feet. “But I will wait... Not forever... But right now... I will.” 

He finally turns around, in one swift, quick motion and stares at her, his mouth agape.

“Isobel, I can’t ask-” 

“It’s not for you to decide, is it? I already offered. It’s done. No take-backs. But you do have to tell me if you don’t feel the same. Or if you stop feeling it along the way. Deal?”

“I don’t know for how long --” He starts mumbling, his mouth hanging open.

“Thomas, I’m serious. If you feel the same way... I don’t mind waiting.

But if you’re not feeling the same way... You have to tell me now.” She states.

“I...” He gulps.

“I do. I have feelings for you too, Isobel. Feelings I can’t bring myself to act upon right now, but I know for a fact they’re not going away any time soon.” He lets it out like it’s bothering him, but the second it’s out in the open he visibly relaxes and looks more content.

Isobel reaches forward and takes his hand once again in her. He doesn’t move away from the touch.

“Well then... It’s settled.” Isobel smiles at him, even though there’s some pain in her eyes. Thomas knows he’s hurting her, and she’s the last person he want to hurt, but...

He smiles back. He loves her... Even if he can’t tell her right now. Even if he doesn’t know when he’ll be able to tell her, if at all...

But he loves her, he loves Isobel, and that scares the shit out of him.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfic #mother of the year #moty #thomas mendez #thomas mendez x mc #thomas mendez x isobel day #thomas x isobel #thomas x mc #fanfic #my writing

[eadanga]

Eternal Love Part 7

Liam crosses his arms “How come they are coming?” “Apparently someone called them over here”

Liam grits his teeth “Madeline that bitch this is gonna ruin everything”

“You’re just gonna have to be more discreet with MC”

Liam nods “I will just keep an eye and Madeline and my father I don’t want anything to happen to MC”

Bastien bows “I will” He walks away as Liam enters his room

MC smiles when she sees him “Hi there” She notices his expression “Liam what’s wrong?”

“My father and Regina are showing up”

“What?” MC’s eyes go wide “I should go then”

Liam walks over to the bed and climbs on top of her. He cups her cheek “No please don’t go”

“But Liam if your dad…”

“Don’t worry about him. Even if he sees you he’ll still think that it doesn’t matter since Madeline is queen but I told Bastien to keep a close eye on him and Madeline he won’t get anywhere near you and he’s not stopping me from being with you”

MC gives him a small smile “Thanks Liam”

“No need to thank me you’re the love of my life and I’m gonna protect you with my life” He kisses her on her forehead “I love you”

“I love you too”

“Now let’s finish what we started earlier”

MC giggles as Liam kisses her deeply

****

MC and Hana wall into a restaurant in Hong Kong.

“So Constantine and Regina are here?”

“Yeah it’s doesn’t seem like good news”

“Don’t worry about it just keep your head down” Hana rolls her eyes as Neville winks at her “Oh great it’s Neville again”

“Haven’t you told him off yet?”

“Multiple times but it seems like he doesn’t understand no well I’ll just ignore him” They walk to a table where Maxwell, Drake and Olivia are seated.

“Hey little blossom Hana come over and join the party!”

Drake rolls his eyes “This is no party”

MC giggles as she takes a seat “Oh Drake let him have this”

****

Liam sat a the table with Constantine, Regina, and Madeline.

“So Liam how is married life going?”

“It’s fine father”

Constantine smiles “And I bet you too with have an heir soon”

Madeline smirks wrapping her arms around Liam’s arm “Of course we will”

Liam shoots her a glare and removes her hands from him

“Liam I saw that Lady MC has returned to court”

“Yes Regina she has”

Regina smiles “Why don’t you invite her over to our table?”

Constantine whispers furiously “What are you doing?”

“I always admired MC she was so strong and determined I’m glad that she’s back go get her Liam”

As Lian stands he sees Regina winking and he smiles as he walks over to her table.

****

“This food is delicious Hana”

“Thanks I’m glad you enjoying it”

“MC…”

She looks over her shoulder and sees Liam :Hey Liam what’s going on?”

“Regina has invited you to our table”

“Really? Are you sure it’s ok?”

“It’s more than fine come” He takes her hand and leads her to the table. Madeline scowls as Constantine narrows his eyes

MC bows “Your Majesties”

“Welcome dear come sit” MC takes a seat next to Liam as Regina takes her hand “It’s good to see you”

“You too Regina”

“I see that your back Lady MC”

“Yes Constantine I am Liam arranged for my school to study her”

Constantine turns to Liam “Oh he did?”

“Yes father I thought this was a chance to give college students an experience”

“I see” Constantine takes a sip of his drink

MC continues eating till she feels a hand on her thigh. She looks over at Liam who is smirking “What are you doing Liam?”

“Oh I’m sorry my hand must have slipped here let me move it” Liam moves his hand further up her leg. MC feels her face heat up

“Are you ok dear?” MC looks and sees Regina staring at her

“Oh everything is fine” MC shakes Liam’s hand off as he tries to contain his laughter

“Good” They continue to enjoy their meal

As they exit the restaurant and head back to the hotel Liam walks MC to her room as soon as they are out of sight MC pokes his chest “You can’t control yourself can you?”

“What do you mean?”

“What you were doing under the table you can’t be doing that when your father and Regina are around”

“You’re right my apologies” He smirks “I didn’t do the job properly let me fix that” He spins her around so that she’s facing the wall he caress her thighs and runs his hands up and down her sides as MC sighs with pleasure “Is this better my love? Am I satisfying you?” He pulls her against his chest and places soft kisses on her neck

“Liam someone might see”

“Just one more kiss” He spins her around and kisses her deeply running his fingers through her hair. He pulls back smiling “Good night my love”

He walks away and heads to his room leaving MC breathing heavily

****

Liam returns to his room and hears a voice behind him “Liam”

He turns around “Father”

“You know Madeleine is your wife”

“I am aware of that”

“Good so you two need to focus on producing an heir so all distractions need to go”

“You’re referring to MC well she’s not going anywhere”

“Liam you listen to me-”

“No you listen!” Constantine takes a step back at his tone “I love MC and if it wasn’t for you I would have married her!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know it was you and Madeline that created that scandal against her!”

Constantine stands stunned then regains his composer “Liam I did it for you”

“No you did it for you! Who are you do decide who I can marry?!”

“I’m your father that’s who I am! And she was not fit to sit on the throne Madeleine was the only rightful choice”

“Well not anymore as soon as I can I’m getting rid of that bitch and MC will be my wife and queen”

“I will not have some American commoner on the throne I’m gonna-”

“You will do nothing old man!” Liam grabs his shirt pulling Constantine closer “You may have stopped me once but you will not stop me again! I’ll kill anyone that gets in my way including you”

Constantine’s eyes go wide “You can not be serious you wouldn’t dare”

“Try me you old bastard!” He throws Constantine to the ground “If you know what’s good for you do not lay a finger on her” He enters his room and slams the door.

Tags: @mfackenthal @carabeth @whenyourheartskipsabeat @lodberg @lauradowning29 @romanticatheart-posts @indiacater @hopefulmoonobject @cora-nova @furiousherringoperatortoad @annekebbphotography @the-soot-sprite @sashatrr @princess-geek

#the royal heir #the royal romance #liam x mc #king liam #Royal Romance #choices #choices fanfiction

[rogers-metaphor]

Lessons in Falling in Love: Chapter 12

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: I rushed to get this chapter out, so there might be some errors!!! let me know what you think ! spoiler alert! there is some smut this chapter. this is one of my favorites!

previous chapters: One, Two, Three , Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, eleven

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By the time Ben’s party rolled around the following week, Selene was starting to feel just the tiniest bit better.

Though, at work, anytime the door would chime her head would snap up, hopeful inside that it would be Joe. Any text she received she’d hope to see his name. She missed his kisses in the morning, and his arms around her in bed every night. Her chest still aches when any memory of him would flood her brain.

But she was fine.

She had Nova to worry about, she was in a blissful mood ever since her engagement. Selene didn’t want to bring the mood down. She tried her best to stay cheerful when they went out to eat or went shopping together. Even if any man with dark hair reminded her of Joe. Even when she was with Gwil and Nova being lovey-dovey in front of her. She still was happy for her best friend, hopeful that her and Gwil would be happy together forever.

Then, there was Ben. He texted Selene for hours on end. From simple things, like asking how her day was. Asking how she was doing. To funny pictures or videos he found. She couldn’t deny that she liked the attention from him. Especially since she lost it from Joe.

And there he was again, intruding on her mind.

The night of the party, Selene got ready carefully applying her makeup to perfection. Picking out an outfit that she felt good in. She needed the confidence boost. She needed to have a good time and get drunk and be out with her best friends. She needed to forget about Joe.

She felt her stomach fluttering, as they got to Ben’s place. It was a nice little house, overflowing with music from inside. She was nervous to see him. She hadn’t seen him all week, but they had talked all week, and that had to have meant he still wanted her there. Her mind began overthinking, even as she followed behind Gwil and Nova.

There were a good amount of people, not overcrowded but a clear mix. Gwil greeted some people he must have known from work. They weave through people already submerged in conversation, eating pizza, and other food. Then they found Ben. He was talking to two ladies, both of them were beautiful and laughing at him. Immediately Selene felt her stomach turn. She was jealous.

“Hey!” Ben greeted them his eyes lighting up as he hugged Gwil, Nova, and lastly Selene. “Food and drinks are in the kitchen. Make yourselves comfortable!” he said, cheerful as ever. Then he turned back to the ladies and jumped into the conversation. Selene felt the same feeling in her stomach, as she followed Nova to the kitchen.

Nova and Selene usually stuck together at parties, and people-watched. Eventually created scenarios of what would happen between everyone.They had a good laugh doing it, while Gwil was more social. Eventually Ben was back in sight, this time talking to someone else. Selene scoffed.

“Invites me here to not talk to me all night.” She mumbles to Nova.

“He’s just making his rounds. He lit up when he saw you were here.” she nudges her.

“When he saw Gwil was here.” she laughs, and Nova groans.

“He’s glanced around the room the entire time he was talking to those girls, and… oh… he’s doing it again.” Nova sighs. “He’s uninterested.”

“Please. These girls are throwing themselves at him. He’ll probably be in bed with one of them by the end of the night.”

“Not very likely. He’s not the type.” Nova shrugs. “At least i don’t think so.”

Selene could only hope she was right. She wasn’t ready to start dating again. She didn’t know if she even really liked Ben or was just attracted to him. Or if she was just rebounding off Joe to Ben. She needed time. She finished off her drink.

It’s about 5 drinks later when Ben makes his way over to Selene. Her body is already heated up because of the alcohol but Ben coming to sit by her doesn’t help. Nova is drunk and in a serious conversation with Gwil, which Selene is just witnessing.

“Hello.” Ben says, his voice low as always, he looks between Selene and her two roommates. “What are they on about?” he asks.

“No idea.” Selene admits, avoiding looking at Ben, but facing away from the two. “Are you having fun?” she asks, and he chuckles and nods.

“Are you?”

“I’m pretty drunk.” she admits, “And it’s hot as hell in here.” she sighs.

“C’mon.” he nods toward another direction and stands up. Selene knows she can’t do it alone and is grateful when he holds his hand out. He snickers as she stumbles a bit trying to find her legs.

He doesn’t let go of her hand as they weave through groups of people, and through a back door. The cold January air hits her like a sheet and she shivers immediately. She folds her arms around herself and sighs.

 “All those girls.” Selene says, before she could stop herself. She watches Ben’s face for any kind of expression. He only smirks slightly. “Are you seeing any of them?” she asks, and he lets out a short laugh.

“Nope.” he shrugs.

“Not even the really pretty one that’s taller than you?” he chuckles again, shaking his head.

“Why do I have to be seeing anyone?” he asks. She scoffs.

“Have you seen yourself?” the alcohol is talking for her at this point, there’s no help in the world for her, now. She feels her cheeks heat, embarrassed. He smiles, pursing his lips. “You’re a nice person too.” she adds, sheepishly, looking down at the space between them. She always forward, and Ben reaches out to steady her again.

“Not interested in anyone inside.” he shrugs.

Selene feels her heart catch fire. He wasn’t interested in her. She felt a bit embarrassed thinking he would ever have a think for her. She nods, quietly sighing and shivering again. The weather starting to make her body cold. Her eyes find his, and she swears he’s going to kiss her. Even after telling her he’s not interested. Then everything around him turns sideways. She feels herself leaning again and tries to catch herself, but it’s no use. Ben’s arms catch her, once again.

“Sorry.” she mumbled into his chest, “I think I need to lay down.” she groans. The alcohol in her system seemed to be catching up to her fast.

“You can lay down in my room.” he offers and she can’t deny a place to lay down.

Ben helps her inside, and guides her to his room. It smells like him, and it’s clean. He helps her lay down and immediately she groans. It’s comfortable and big, and she can feel the room spinning even with her eyes closed. She reaches her hand out, and grabs his hand.

“Don’t worry.” she says, “I’m not going to throw up. I never throw up when I’m drunk.” this is the last thing she says to him. Then she falls asleep.

The next time she wakes up, it’s still dark. She can hear shuffling around in another place in the house. Her head is pounding and she needs to use the bathroom, but doesn’t know where it is. Ben isn’t beside her, but she knows it’s Ben’s room. She remembers everything, and tries to stand up. The alcohol is still in her system, but she can keep herself more steady than before. She goes toward the shuffling, and finds Ben. He’s cleaning up.

“You alright? Did you get sick?” he asks, he looks concerned. She shakes her head, looking around. No one else seemed to be there, and he filled a garbage can with beer cans and empty plastic cups. She found the time on his microwave. Nearing 4 a.m.

“Bathroom?” she mumbles. He walks her toward the hallway, and points to the door.

She finds him again, taking out some trash.

“Do you need help?” she asks, groggy. He shakes his head.

“Do you need anything?” he asks, “Water? I can put on the television in my room.” she shrugs. She knew at this point she was staying there.

“I can sleep on your couch, so you can go to bed.” she offers and he scoffs but laughs.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can sleep in my bed.” she feels her heart racing at his words. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No.” she groans. “It’s your house.”

“And you’re sleeping in my bed.” he says, arguing back.

“I mean… we could share… we’re friends…” she finds herself saying. He chuckles.

“Are you comfortable with that?” he asks. She nods rapid, to visibly eager, she feels her cheeks warm. “As long as you’re okay with it.” he says. She nods again.

She watches him finish up his cleaning, locking the doors, turning off the lights. Then she follows him to his room. She climbs back onto his bed, as if she was comfortable doing it. She watches as he takes off his shirt, her eyes unable to look away as his back muscles flex  with every movement. She feels like her mouth is watering and she tries to look away as he pulls another fresh shirt over his head.

He grabs some pajama pants and turns toward her. “Are you checking me out?” he asks, mock offense in his tone. He chuckles, as she gets flustered. Turning away from him into his pillow. When he gets back he’s all changed and closes his door. She already feels panicked and jumps up.

“Gotta go again.” she says quickly dashing through his door. She quickly tries to process what could possibly happen tonight. She finds some mouthwash and uses it in her mouth before staring at herself in the mirror. She still had makeup on and it didn’t look bad, but it could if she didn’t wipe it off. She quickly ran back into Ben’s room. He was laying back in bed, his arms behind his head. She panicked. “Makeup wipes.” she explains quickly grabbing them out of her bag, and heading back to the bathroom.

When she finally gets back to his room he’s in the same position. Scrolling on his phone as she makes her way timidly toward his bed. He offers her a smile, getting up as she lays down. “I’ll get the light.” he explains, and she nods getting back under his blankets. Then the light goes off, her heart still beating rapidly in her chest as she can hear him getting closer to the bed. Then she can feel him climb in, his body heat radiating as he joins her under the blanket.

The silence in the room is deafening, and she feels as if her heartbeat can be heard or even felt by ben. She’s self conscious and aware of her entire body, she finds herself shifting nervously.

“Did you have a good party?” she finds herself asking.

“I did. I’m glad you could make it. Even if you did sleep through most of it.” She giggles, a little embarrassed.

“You seemed pretty preoccupied all night.” she comments.

“I wanted to hangout with you.” he says.

Silence. She takes in his words.

“We’re hanging out right now.” she says, her words coming out almost in a whisper. She’s happy it’s dark, and he can’t see her flustered again. She can feel him shifting, and turning toward her. She copies this moment.

“Right.” he laughs. It’s quiet for a few seconds. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

“‘M alright.” she mumbled, “Best i’ve been all week.”

“Good.” he says. “Do you miss him?” he asks. She hesitates.

“God, Ben do you enjoy watching me cry?” she asks, though she feels far from it.

“I don’t like to see you cry.” he admits, “Would rather hear you laugh.” She blushes, though he can’t see.

“I hate my laugh. Especially when it’s uncontrollable.”

“I remember the night of the Halloween party. I could hear you laughing all night.”

“Ben.” she giggles, embarrassed.

“No, seriously. It’s so pure. Contagious even.” At this point she wishes she could see his face. His pretty green eyes. She wants to reach out and touch him, but refrains from doing so.

“Shut up.” she continues to giggle. “Do you say this to every girl?”

“You’re ridiculous.” he sighs.

“Listen. When guys are nice to me… I’m suspicious.” she groans.

“Suspicious?” he asks.

“Yeah… like… You know. I’m not used to it…” she trails off.

“Well… get used to it.” he says, just above a whisper. She could feel him closer, his arms are hesitant but wrap around her. She moves into him, letting him know she is okay with it. Her heart rate starts to sky rocket, mostly of anticipation. His strong hold on her only makes her curl into him more. His arms feel good around her and she can feel his breath on her forehead.

Selene can feel the tension between them. She can feel his fingers moving up her back, and her body craving more. She can feel and hear his own heart beating rapidly. She yearns to feel something. Anything.

“I want to take you on a date.” His lips are lingering very close to hers, she can feel them moving. Her heart skips and she swallows.

“Ask me again in a month.” she says trying to catch her breath.

“A month!?” he scoffs. As annoyed as he sounds he doesn’t move away from her. His arms stay locked around her body, his fingers still making small circles. Her chest against his.

“Mmhm.” she hums, “You deserve my undivided attention, and I don’t think I can give you that right now.”

“But in a month…” he says.

“It doesn’t mean we can’t be friends and hang out… just no dates. No dating. Nothing serious…. just yet.” He’s quiet, and pondering her proposal.

“Okay.” he hums. She can’t take it anymore, she swears he’s doing it on purpose. His fingertips feel nice against her back.

“Now if you’re trying to kiss me, kiss me...” she sighs. He chuckles.

“Any more rules, princess?” he muses. She groans. He laughs, but she can feel one of his hands inch up, to her face in the darkness. She feels nervous again. She hadn’t kissed another man since she met Joe, six months prior. Before that, it was probably another couple of months.

She inhaled and exhaled quickly, as his hand cupped the side of her face. Her tongue running over her lips. His palm against her cheek feels foreign. It’s stronger but more gentle, as his thumb sweeps across her bottom lip, her lips parted slightly at the touch. Her eyes flutter shut as his nose lightly grazes hers. His lips are soft as they slowly move against hers, and he pauses as their lips connect. He seems to be taking in the moment. A few seconds pass before his lips move with hers again. It was like he didn’t want to get it wrong.

Selene’s heart isn’t slowing. She moves into him further, as if she wasn’t close enough. His hand moving into her hair to grip it firmly, and yet he’s still gentle. She felt like she’d never been kissed like this before, and she melts into his arms humming into his mouth. Getting lost in the feeling. The feeling of an unfamiliar home. It felt like she belonged there but it was new. She throws a leg over his waist, needing to feel more.

His mouth tastes of peppermint and she can still smell the scent of his cologne as they continue to kiss, slowly. His tongue dipping into her mouth, is like a small win. He did want her. Even if it's just for now. He deepens the kiss with a low moan as he moves against her, his body pressing onto her as he gets her on her back. Her hands move up his neck, and into his hair as he carefully cradles her, before a hand moves down her side, over the curve of her hips. Then he stops, abruptly.

“I-I’m sorry this isn’t why I wanted to sleep next to you, I swear I-“ he is out of breath and panicked, her hands reach up to his face and she sighs.

“I know.” she says softly. “If you don’t want me, I can-“ she starts but he shakes his head, his lips found hers again. Soft and slow again.

“Only if you want to… Only if you’re okay with it.” he says quietly. “I just don’t want you to think, this is all I want…”

She hesitates but she wants to. She wants him. To feel good. For him to make her feel good. “I want you, Ben.” she says quietly, “If you want me.”

She needs to feel anything other than the horrible way she’s felt for two weeks. She can feel his hands moving up her thighs. It’s slow and she brings him back in for another kiss. He takes his time, before removing his shirt and helping her out of the dress she’s wearing. Her hands wandering over his toned arms, down his chest and to his waist. She’s impatient and needy, and she can feel him growing hard at her touch.

“This isn’t about me.” He hums, his hand brushing at hers away from him. His hand moving between them, finding her center and running his big hand over it. She whimpers at the feeling, his fingertips moving over the fabric of her underwear. “Just wanna make you feel good.” he murmurs into her mouth, his lips never parting far from hers. His fingers dip below her underwear, and she’s already wet. He uses her arousal around his fingertips to run circles over her clit, and she shutters at the antagonizing pleasure he’s sending through her nerves. Her hands reach for his biceps, as his fingers dipped lower curling into her as he pumps them in and out. She can already feel the orgasm coming, just from this alone. It had been since her birthday that she had anyone touching her like this.

With Ben it was so different, but she could feel it all over. Her entire body electric at the feeling of his lips moving down her jaw, pressing against her neck. His tongue sweeping over her sweet spot, taking his time to feel out what made her feel good. She lets a moan slip past her lips as his fingertips are back on her clit, pressing sweet circles. Her knees involuntarily closing toward his hips.

“Tell me what you want.” He demands, his voice a low growl. She shakes at his words, and she whines. “Need an answer.” he chuckles, kissing down her neck again.

“I want you.” she moans, he chuckles again, her impatience is adorable to him. He quickly removes his pants and reaches for his bedside table, grabbing a condom before making his way back to her. She reaches for him. “How do you want me?” she asks, she bites her lip as her eyes fall down his body.

“This isn’t about what I want.” he smirks, and she reaches out for him. Wanting to feel him close again. He was a perfect size. She impatiently waits to feel him slide into her. Again, he takes his time, slowly teasing her before giving her every inch of him. It feels different, but it feels good and his jaw falls open at the feeling of her around him. He watches as he fills her, waiting for him to fully sheathed inside of her before moving.

He doesn’t stop kissing her, even as he starts to pick up a steady but slow rhythm. His entire body is pressed against her and she likes it, her nails running up and down his muscled shoulders, and down his toned back. He’s moaning into her mouth, his hands are caressing her head and running through her hair. It’s intense, and she feels everything.

She can feel her orgasm coming, her head foggy as he drops his forehead to hers. His eyes finding hers, she reached for his face her fingertips tracing over his perfect features. She moaned softly, as he thrust into her spot, arching her hips up toward him. His fingertips are still sweeping hair out of her face, caressing her. It was sweet, and she liked the contrast to what she was used to, even if that was the way she usually liked things.

“Ben, I’m gonna cum.” she whimpers.

“Cum for me.” he growls. His hand is cradling her head again and after a few more thrusts she can feel it rolling out. His thumb gently swipes over her bottom lip, as her mouth drops open a shuttering moan leaving her throat. The intensity sends her reeling, her body shaking as he slowly pumps in and out of her a few more times just letting her go. She hadn’t noticed how roughly she dug into his shoulders, until her hands unclamped from his skin. Her face flushed crimson, and she kept her eyes closed as she began to come down from her high. Her body still sensitive when he moves from her she whimpers. He lays beside Selene just observing her try and catch her breath, his knuckles gently running over her hot skin.

They lay quietly together for some time, until the sun is beginning to rise. Selene, mostly is going over everything leading up to that very moment. She feels a sense of guilt, and even a little embarrassed. Ben is cuddled into her, his head pressed against her shoulder.

“Should I go?” she asks quietly. He looks up at her confused.

“Why would I want you to go?” Ben asks, a short laugh and confusion clear across his features. She searches the confines of his amber lit room, for details. “Do you want to go?” he asks. She shakes her head, hesitantly. “C’mere.” he murmurs, moving and opening his arms up so she can press into him. Her head now nuzzled into the crook of his neck. His arms hold her tightly.

“I don’t just sleep with anyone… I don’t sleep around.” she says quietly.

“I don’t think that of you.” he says, his voice is low and groggy. He’s clearly sleepy. She feels okay with his answer “And in a month, when I take you on that date, maybe you’ll understand that.”

Selene doesn’t respond. She just smiles to herself, letting the moment wash out. Ben was sweet. He was kind to her and treated her right. He deserved more than a rebound, and she knew that.

She couldn’t sort out why she felt so guilty. Part of it was for Ben, and the other part was for someone she hadn’t thought about all night. Until that very moment. That’s when he decided to come flooding back into her brain. Even in Ben’s arms, she had that flash of Joe.

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