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julia-highstorms · 3 years

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Undermount series: The Heir to House Nightbloom

Chapter 1 - Shocking News

Summary: The story revolves around Luxia (my MC), who has her life turned upside down when both her parents die and she’s back to Undermount, to live with her grandfather, Sir Emrys Nightbloom, a respected scholar and private professor to the most influential houses. Now, being an outsider to the elven society, she must learn its culture and traditions and how to fit in (or not). While falling in love with the heir to the Ascendent House, Tyril Starfury.

Author’s note: I am very excited with this idea and it had been playing in my mind for a while now, so I thought “what the hell!” and I am finally posting the first chapter here! I wanted to write a couple more chapters before start posting it because I know me and it will take me 84 years to post a new chapter 🤦 but oh welp. Maybe posting it now I force myself to write more regularly? Who knows. Anyway, sorry in advance for the lateness of upcoming chapters.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.

Rating: T (trigger warning: death, violence)

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Luxia Nightbloom (F!Elf!MC) - read more about them here

Word count: +1.8K

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Chapter 1 - Shocking News

The young lord leaned comfortably against his favorite armchair and looked outside the window, admiring the House Starfury Gardens.

That was one of the few moments in which he could sit down with a book in his hands and relax. Just relax.

As Tyril reached majority, more and more responsibilities were passed down to him by his father - Valir Starfury, the current Lord Starfury -, which the young man accepted proudly. Sooner or later, they knew he would inherit that duty as Valir aged and his health declined, so it was only natural that his first born child would take his place as the head of the House.

So, those rare moments of complete peace were always welcoming to the young man. Whenever he had a spare moment in his agenda, Tyril would lock himself in his study room to read and let his imagination run free. He firmly believed that few activities could bring him such joy as reading.

But today, somehow, he was unable to do so. He tried to pick up where he had stopped in the book, but was unable to focus. So he picked his favorite map and opened it. Sometimes, when he was unable to concentrate, he liked to open the old map and study all those places he had read about. Whitetower, Port Parnasus, Flotilla… Places he was sure he would never see in real life, only in his imagination.

But that proved to be an equally unsuccessful activity. The young lord did not know why, but he was feeling restless today.

Finally giving up after his fifth frustrated trial, Tyril decided to just relax. He watched the scene that unfolded in the house's gardens through the large windows for a few moments, the world complete serene.

He wondered to himself why the gardener was watering the plants when it was clear that it was going to rain soon. The sky was filled with dark and low clouds.

But his thoughts were soon interrupted when Adrina stormed into the room. He turned his face to his younger sister and raised a single eyebrow, surprised by that display of rushness.

"My dear brother, I've finally found you!" - she panted out of breath, her cheeks flushed. - "You won't believe what happened!" - but even before he could ask her what indeed had happened, she spilled it in a rush of words: - "Sir Nightbloom's son and daughter-in-law are dead and his granddaughter is back to Undermount!"

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A week earlier

House Nightbloom was fated to great things.

At least, that was what Emrys Nightbloom stated and firmly believed.

Those from that house were known to be great scholars, masters of a greater magic and undying loyalty, with generations and generations of tutors and professors who dedicated their lives to teach young lords and ladies of the nobler houses, gaining status and prestige through the centuries.

They were one of the ancient houses, but had lost their importance through the years since the Great War, when Gustaf Nightbloom decided to flee instead of staying and fighting. But as Sir Emrys himself believed, better be an alive coward than a dead hero, because those that were able to move worlds were the alive ones. And that was what the past generations of the House Nightbloom had been doing since their embarrassing display during the fatidical war. They were great strategists and were able to restore some of their previous glory through the last millennia.

They would never be a noble house - unless one of their descendants married a noble house -, but they attended that social circle closely.

Sir Emrys Nightbloom was its current head and a very respected professor within the elven society, having taught some of the great houses' lords himself. Such as Lord Valir of House Starfury, the current Ascendent House. And his heirs, Young Lord Tyril and Lady Adrina. By this, it was easy to presume how old he was.

But Sir Nightbloom had never been ashamed of his age. In fact, he was very proud of it. He had lived longly and greatly, and was among one of the wisest citizens of Undermount.

And being that wise, he knew that he was doomed. House Nightbloom had no direct heir.

Of course it wouldn't cease to exist, but when he died - which he was pretty sure would happen sooner than later. It didn't matter he had been saying that for the last 30 years, he knew this year he would definitely go -, the House's leadership would pass on to his younger brother, Qildor, who wasn't much younger than him, but much less… wise. His hobbies were playing card games and drinking lots and lots of elven wine. Old Emrys was worried that his brother could bring shame and dishonor to the House Nightbloom again, after all those centuries of hard work from their ascendents.

If only his only son, Kal, hadn't decided to be an adventurer and leave Undermount… Sir Nightbloom would be feeling much more secure about the House's fate.

It was a cloudy Saturday afternoon, and the old man found himself in his garden - besides teaching, Sir Nightbloom's great passion was taking care of his collection of exquisite flowers and trees -, when Siveril, the butler, came running toward him.

"Urgent news, Master Nightbloom. I'm afraid they're disturbing."

"Well then, shoot!" - he said, not taking his eyes off of his majestic yellow hibiscus.

The other man nodded and stepped closer to whisper into his ear. Sir Nightbloom's eyes widened and he even let the pruning shears he was holding fall onto the floor, as shock spreaded through his body.

"Are you sure?" - he asked after Silveril helped him to sit down on a bench.

"I'm afraid so, sir."

"Both of them?" - the butler nodded. - "And… and… what about Luxia?"

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Everything happened in a blur.

One moment, she was laughing and talking with her parents, and the next moment, the small village they lived in, Riverbend, and their house was invaded and they were attacked by a bandit raid that took the lives of a dozen of villagers. Including her parents.

Luxia's mother promptly ordered her to hide inside the supply closet in the kitchen. She heard everything, her parents' cries as the blade slashed through their flesh, drawing out blood, while she forced herself to be as quiet as possible as they were being killed.

She crawled out of her hiding place only after she was sure that the bandits had left her house.

The young elf was found by Kade - her neighbor and childhood friend - and other villagers just hours later, after the bandits had been dealt with. The young human's parents had been killed too, but luckily, he was outside at the time of the attack.

The last two days went on a frenzy. The village's physician had examined her and stated that, although she didn't suffer physically, she was deeply traumatized. She had the vague memory of being asked if she knew about any relative she could have, and she told them about her grandfather in the elven city of Undermount, to the north.

She still could hear their screaming ringing in her ears, and the scene she saw when she left her hiding place. She found her parents lying on the floor, both dead. There was so much blood, the furniture and walls were stained by it. Their bodies dilacerated. They were stabbed to death.

She kept staring at them, unable to move or to do anything. The neighbors' screamings and cries for help could be heard from outside as the bandits invaded other houses, but Luxia couldn't pay attention to any of it. All she could think about was that Mom and Dad were gone.

Now, two days later, she was again staring down at her parents' and other villagers' bodies. Kade's parents were among them. Luxia was lined up with the other survivors, paying their tributes to those who had lost their lives in that vicious attack.

Even though Kal's and Irin's corpses lied in front of her, covered by blankets, waiting to be buried along with others, she still felt numb and overwhelmed by all of those events. She was unable to let a single tear out.

The burial was long and painful, everyone helping and digging graves for the dead, and it took the whole day. Those who had lost their families were being taken care of by other villagers. A kind farmer took her and Kade under his protection.

She was left in one small bedroom by herself and her thoughts. The young elf lied down and tried to sleep, but she just couldn't shut her eyes. Her mind kept replaying the events of the past couple days again and again and endless questions popped up in her head.

How could that have happened? Could she have done something to save her parents? Should she have been killed with them? What was she going to do now? She had nobody. Of course, the people of Riverbend wouldn't throw her away and she knew a thing or two about medicine and cures… she could work with it.

She tossed around the narrow bed. Mom… Dad… What was she going to do? She already missed them. She felt so alone…

And then. An idea popped up in her head.

The girl sat up and looked over to the old desk across the room. Not thinking twice, she went over there, lighting up the candle and pulling a blank sheet of paper and a pen. And started writing.

Emrys Nightbloom. That was the name of her grandfather. She knew her father and he didn't see each other in the eye, but he was the only family she had left.

Although she had grown up in Riverbend, and she had few friends there, like Kade, they weren't her family. And she had been and would always be treated differently. Because she was an elf. Maybe, among others like her, she would feel less of an outcast. Although she didn't have much faith in it.

Her grandfather and she were nothing but strangers, but still, she was positive that he would take care of her. He was family after all, and one thing she knew for sure was that the most important thing in the elven world was your House. Your family. So, she had to try something.

That same night, Luxia sent away her letter. She didn't know exactly her grandfather's address, but she knew that just writing down the House's name meant something. Her father would often say that House Nightbloom had a sort of status. Hopefully, it was status enough to bring her letter to grandpa.

And so, only after three days she had sent her letter and had buried her parents, an answer from Sir Nightbloom himself arrived and he was taking her under his care.

Luxia left Riverbend that same night, taken by her grandfather's maid.

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halfway-happyyy · 4 years

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Just the Same

AN: This was the product of a whole day and half’s worth of rain, and soft feels. Reader and Alexander have (and probably always will have) unfinished business. Fluff and soft feelings ensue. Happy reading loves.

Little pleasures exist in almost anything, don’t they?

Sometimes they’re found in that first sip of ice-cold water at three in the morning when your throat feels more like sandpaper than normal. Sometimes they’re in that near-scalding shower taken at the tail end of a day you never thought would end, or the first few bites of your favourite pizza. Lately they’ve looked like hours set aside to devour the last few chapters of your current novel; or curled up on a chair in your front window, watching the rain pour down the glass in sheets.

And then you saw his face again after more years than you'd like to admit, and it put every single little pleasure you'd ever experienced, to shame.

He looked just about the same as he had the last time you’d been lucky enough to lay your eyes on him, albeit a little bit older, a little bit more distinguished. Where the creases next to his glassy blue orbs were newly acquired features, the way they glittered when the corners of his lips turned up into a small smile, remained the same. You suspected that aspect of his face would simply never change. “Hi,” He murmured breathlessly and after a beat or two, smiled and shook his head in mild disbelief. “God it’s good to see your face again, kid.”

Your cheeks grew warm at the mere sound of that painfully familiar cadence of his, but oh, hi Alex… seemed a bit too trivial a greeting for someone who once shared your life in every sense of the word. Instead you folded your arms across your chest and nodded your head in greeting. There were so many things you wanted to say to him; things you had years to form questions and answers to you in the wake of his gaping absence. Yet despite that notion, none of them could be vocalized at this particular moment in time.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, finally.

Alexander shrugged and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Honestly I left the apartment this evening with no real trajectory and found myself here somehow.”

“It’s not exactly close,” You offered up quietly.

Alexander shrugged again. “I needed the fresh air.”

That’s not good enough…

You hugged your jacket tighter to your frame and swallowed hard, gathering the courage for what you were about to ask him next. “What are you really doing here Alex?”

His gaze traveled to a stray pebble on the ground beneath him which he kicked. “Honestly? Work is picking back up again. I’m leaving at the end of this month for an indefinite amount of time and I keep- He cleared his throat. “I keep thinking about you.” He scratched at the back of his head; his gaze still trained on something unseen on the pavement below your stairwell. “I could be doing anything, you know? And somehow it always comes back to you. Always.”

The all too familiar sting of oncoming tears prickled threateningly in the depths of your eyes and you glanced upwards to try and ward them off. You’d been in this position and had this exact conversation with the elder Swede before you, numerous times in the past. “Listen Alex, I'm not really sure what you're looking for-

“Bill and Gustaf are in town right now,” He admitted quietly. You had to strain to hear him above the sounds of the city around you. “I know it’s been a while and far too much space has settled between the pair of us…” He made a point of looking right at you now. “But they miss you. And I know how I feel about you, and if you're up to it, maybe you could meet the three of us for drinks tomorrow night?”

In awe of the audacity with which he possessed, and maybe also in spite of it, you found yourself saying yes. And as you watched the grin bloom slowly across his face in the low evening light of May, you wondered why on earth people left if perhaps they were never meant to in the first place.

It never ceased to amaze you how easily Alexander could find his way back into your life again. For a while it was simply enough that you both resided in the same city, both breathed the same smoggy air, both rode the same congested subway. But no matter how hard you had tried to extricate yourself from him, he always found a way back in. Sometimes it was through broken pieces of Swedish you’d glean from passerby on the street, or a favourite song of his on the radio in a taxi, or walking past a restaurant you’d visited with him late one evening ages ago. He never lingered far from your thoughts and it drove you nearly mad.

Nerves had very nearly gotten the better of you as you approached the door of the pub you were meant to meet at. It was only running at half capacity given the current climate; and knowing him like you did, you imagined he and his brothers were holed up at the back of the bar in a tiny corner of their own. You took a deep breath and stepped into the front foyer of the pub, reveling in the sudden warmth that greeted your chilled figure, and the subtle scent of cigarette smoke. You smiled softly to yourself when you noted that the three men were indeed seated at the farther most booth of the pub, and any trepidation you may have had going into this little get together dissipated when Gustaf turned to you and grinned broadly. His smile- the genuine contentedness beneath it, helped to warm you that much more. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He scooted further down the cracked leather booth to make space for you.

“Mm… a little while, yeah.” You smiled back at him and shrugged out of your jacket, hanging it on the hook outside the booth. You could feel Alexander’s gaze on you, practically boring a hole into the side of your face. “Hi Bill,” You smiled widely at his younger brother, who raised his half-full pint glass in greeting. “I hear a congratulations are in order?” You wiggled your eyebrows in amusement. The idea that Alexander’s kid brother was now a father still astounded you somewhat.

Bill’s face split into a wide grin and it caused your heart to ache just the slightest bit. “Who would’ve thought, hey?” He winked.

Gustaf scoffed beside you and took a sip of beer, setting it down with a resounding clank. “Not me, that’s for sure…” This caused the three of you to dissolve into fits of hearty laughter and after that eventually subsided, Alexander caught the eye of a waitress and waved her over. You glanced down at the glossy drink menu beneath you and ordered a pint of Belgian Moon.

The longer you basked in their company, the longer it felt just like old times again. Blissful vacations spent in Sweden with the whole clan, blurry nights out at film festivals and premiers, hungover Sunday brunches at your favourite spot in the city. It astounded you how easy it was to fall back into old memories, how much like breathing it was to be around Alexander and his family even after the dust had settled over everything.

“I’m really glad you decided to come tonight,” Alexander murmured while Bill and Gustav were deep in conversation about something. He was leant towards you across the wooden table, and the urge to ghost a fingertip down the length of his stubbled cheek was overwhelming.

You took a hearty sip of beer and shrugged, eyeing the soft-looking blue t shirt he had on. A worn leather jacket hung from the hook beside him. “Yeah well… I’m a glutton for pain I guess.”

Alexander smirked at you. “Not much has changed then, I see.”

You blamed the blush that had creeped into the apples of your cheeks on the near-empty beer wedged in the grasp of your hand and not at all on the memories of how good the elder man had once made you feel. You cleared you throat and deposited the rest of the golden liquid into your mouth. “You’ve been well?”

Alexander smiled but it never really touched his eyes. “As well as can be, I suppose. Production was halted on a lot of projects I had lined up for last year and this one.”

“Work isn’t everything.” You murmured.

Alexander laughed lightly, the mere sound of it as familiar as hearing an old favourite song. “It is when it’s all you’ve got.”

It did not take you long to appreciate the mild buzz you had acquired thanks to the three beers you had nursed throughout the course of the evening. Gustaf had just finished happily regaling you with stories of his arctic adventures and of his work with Green Peace. You told him of your tentative plans to visit Ireland when it was safe to do so, and by the time his bill was paid, he’d already texted you a wonderfully long list of places he thought you’d love, whenever you got around to going. You got up from the booth so that you could let him out and Alexander did the same for Bill. Gustaf hesitated a beat before pulling you into his arms for a bear hug, the heartfelt gesture leaving you almost breathless. When he pulled away, he was beaming at you again. “It was lovely to see you again, kid. And hey- he gestured to the phone in his pocket. “If there’s anything you want to know about Ireland- feel free to get a hold of me, yeah?”

“Thanks, G.” You smiled and turned your attention to Bill. “Squeeze her tight for me, okay?”

Bill wrapped his arms around you as well and nodded his head. “Be happy to. Hope to see you again soon.”

Alexander hugged each of his brother’s goodbye and watched them snake their way past the half empty tables to the front of the bar. He stood at the head of the booth for a while after they left, hands wedged into the front pockets of his jeans. “You know, it’s almost embarrassing the amount of times they ask about you.”

“G and Bill?” You asked mildly.

He let a small laugh loose. “All of them.”

A pang of something- it felt remarkably close to intense heartache, hit you hard and winded you for a few moments. What could you say to someone you used to know better than yourself? Where did you go from here?

“When do you leave?” You asked after a while.

Alexander scrubbed a hand down the length of his face and sighed. “Uh… in about two weeks give or take but-” He was about to say something else when the waitress returned to your table with the bill, which Alexander paid for wordlessly. You made a mental note to slip him some cash later.

The journey home was a quiet one; the only sounds in the mostly empty subway car were that of the one-sided conversation from a woman a few seats down and the rhythmic chug of the wheels against the track. You were keenly aware of Alexander, though. Of the heat radiating from his body next to yours, and of how badly you wanted to lay your weary head against the crook of his shoulder blade like you had so many times before. If you closed your eyes tight you could almost feel the way his hand used to wrap protectively around the top of your thigh.

Not everyone who leaves wants to. Remember that.

He had sent it roughly a month after the two of you split for good and you had spent a few evenings crying yourself to sleep over that particular combination of words. Now, right in this moment, you understood that statement better than you ever had before. “Can I tell you something?” You asked rather suddenly.

Alexander glanced up from his clasped hands to stare out the window at the passing lights of the city for a few moments and then turned to gaze at you. “Go for it, kid.”

“I- you swallowed hard. “I don’t think I would have given up.” He let the silence settle around you before he said anything. “I think I would have fought for us.”

Alexander shook his head sullenly, his gaze downcast. “I made a mistake. One that I have agonized over for the better part of eight years.” He scratched at the nape of his neck uncomfortably. “I’m not proud of admitting that I took the easy way out in that situation but believe me when I tell you I regret it deeply, nearly every damn day.”

The train trundled to a halt and you got up from your seat wordlessly. You were half expecting him to stay where he was, but he joined you at the doors and waited next to you for them to open. You walked the few blocks in silence and when you were about five minutes away from home, you turned to him. “I just wanted you to know that no matter what happened, no matter what was said, no matter how far away you traveled from me, I would have loved you just the same.”

“I know.” He consented. You sighed heavily and continued walking, trying in vain to blink away the tears brimming in the depths of your eyes. You could just make out the wrought-iron lamppost in the distance signaling the stairwell leading to your foyer. The sound of hurried footsteps on pavement could be heard beneath the buzz of your muddled thoughts and Alexander caught up with you in front of your apartment. “Listen kid,” He murmured. “We fucked it up the first time. Both of us,” His breathing was steady, measured. “We just couldn’t seem to get the distance and timing right. But we could do try it all it again you know.”

We could try it all again.

“Would you like to come upstairs?”

Alexander nodded his head wordlessly.

You fished the keys from the depths of your bag and pushed it into the lock, allowing the elder man to go ahead of you as you held the door open. He knew the way well. Everything had mostly remained the same since he had last seen it, you figured.

“You have a cat?” Alexander asked in genuine surprise.

Except for that.

You glanced back at the orange, Rubenesque tabby cat eyeing Alexander rather suspiciously from her perch on the pain-chipped windowsill. “Oh yeah. That’s Estelle. I got her in the divorce.”

Alexander’s face fell slack, his blue eyes widened in horror. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’m kidding, Alex. I uh… got her a few weeks before everything went to shit with the pandemic.”

He elicited a dry laugh and shrugged his shoulders. “A lot of time has passed. Anything could have happened. I was actually a little surprised to see that you weren’t snapped up yet.”

You pulled a bottle of wine from the wooden rack next to the fridge and uncorked it, setting it on the marble counter top to breathe. “Yeah well, I could say the same about you.” Sometime in the last fifteen minutes it had started to rain, and now you watched the drops race themselves down the length of your kitchen window.

“There was one point about two and half years ago that I thought I may be finally ready to move on,” Alexander offered. You pulled a wine glass from the top cupboard and passed it to him wordlessly. “I bought a ring and everything. And then uh… the night I had set my mind to it, I couldn’t go through with it.”

“You couldn’t?” You asked quietly.

Alexander shook his head slowly, his gaze trained somewhere outside the kitchen window. “Something felt inherently wrong, you know? I couldn’t put my finger on it until last night.” You poured him a glass. He cocked his head to the side and cleared his throat. “What shall we cheer to?”

“To gut feelings and fresh starts.”

He smiled softly at this and lifted his glass in greeting. “To gut feelings and fresh starts.” You were quiet as you savored the slightly jammy flavour on your tongue. Alexander allowed himself a healthy sip and placed it carefully back atop the counter. “Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to touch you this evening?” You had been about to reply, but he stopped you. “I don’t even mean that in an outrightly sexual way. I mean that in a,” He pursed his lips together as if trying to locate the perfect way to express himself. “I mean that in a completely innocent way. I wanted nothing more than to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, to reach across the table and take your hand in mine,” His tone was hopelessly wistful.

“You could do it now,” You offered almost inaudibly.

Alexander lifted his gaze to yours, smiled at you, and pushed himself from the edge of your counter. He closed the distance to you in seconds, and took your face in his impossibly warm hands. Kissing him for the first time in eight years was like coming home after an unbearably difficult day. No matter how far away either of you roamed, he would always be home to you.

Right now your little pleasures exist in the weight of his lips on your own, the utterly familiar flux and flow of a rhythm that never stopped working. They exist in the notion that no matter what transpired between the pair of you, you would always love him just the same.

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1001galaxies · 4 years

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Commentary on Netflix’s Cursed: Episode 2

Edited for language, because I have a few younger/more sensitive readers.

THE MONK SPEAKS. HOT DIGGITY DANG.

Well, DAYUM again. The monk meeting Squirrel is delicious. The LOOK in Daniel's eyes. The staging and lighting. A+

“Born in the dawn.” “To pass in the twilight.” I burst out laughing so hard. The cheesiness. But also. When it's DANIEL SHARMAN SAYING THE FIRST LINE, I mean. I M E A N.

Just watch, that’ll be the new 'may we meet again'.

Squirrel is a discount version of Blue from King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, but he's cute, so that makes up for a lot. And he does have some decent lines so far. “Do you hate them because they're so beautiful and you're so ugly.” “Even your horse is ugly.” “And I love horses.”

But, hang on, his line: “You're so ugly.” *looks at Daniel Sharman* *looks at Squirrel* *looks at Daniel* *blinks* Ah, kids.

Dang, they really do give Nimue every single flippin YA teen girl trope in the world, from both fanfic and traditional fic. Wow. That's impressive, even by my standards.

Joss: “Get up you murdering pig...tie him up...I think we've caught the big killer.” Me: You haven't caught anything, and if you think you have the upper hand with the MONK? Oh honey, you poor deluded fool.

Joss: “Ever been dragged by a horse with a hot coal up his bum?” Monk: “Not that I can recall.” Me: Dang, HIS VOICE. Me: Secondly, there are better ways to motivate horses than that, excuse you.

Monk: “I've got no interest in the boy. He's bait.” Joss: “Bait for what.” Me: Oh yeah, here we go, awriiiiiight. Monk: “For YOU.” *kicks Joss*

Who cares that Daniel is the bad guy, he's the only interesting one. Hot DANG, that roll over the horse. HE'S FIGHTING WITH HIS HANDS BOUND. Gives a new meaning to 'hands tied' Also dang. And WHAT DID I SAY, JOSS. You got owned.

Monk: *kills five or six people with //his hands bound//* Me: Now that's what I'm talkin’ about. Me: Wait, he just killed innocent people. Me: Eh, he’s still the best character so far.

How does Daniel manage to sound sexy saying “go.”

Every SINGLE time we come back to Nimue: Me: okay, booooooring.

Obviously, they’re going with the traditional representation of Bors as a brash lout. Eh. Why.

Can I have Bors played by Tom Hopper, please. He was a good Percival, but I'd like to see him play a surprisingly FUNNY and GENTLE and SMART Bors. Twist the traditional representation.

Ah yes. Cursed: LOOK AT US, WE'RE SO ENLIGHTENED AND SUBVERSIVE AND DIFFERENT that we're going to have the guy save the girl the same way 90% of all fantasy saves occur. Much impressed.

I mean, TELL her, Arthur, yes please. She didn't think, that's the problem. She just reacted with the sword. I get she’s a teen, but come ON, why must every single teenager ever—male or female—react with impulsive emotion. Not every single teen in the world always reacts with emotion first.

Well, this heroine rant is like every other YA fantasy heroine guilt-trip rant I’ve ever seen. I get being sad and emotional and being guilt-stricken because of how events have fallen out, but really on the wording? Really.

Arthur: “And I'm not a cutthroat.” And his head tilt. That's cute. Arthur is genuinely likeable so far, which is /good/. Also nice to see the guy taking care of the girl solicitously for once instead of the other way around. I do appreciate that.

And here we have the OH SO ORIGINAL trope where the heroine was bullied as a child and 'oh you made the village boys pay romantic attention to you with your magic' backstory. REALLY. REALLY NOW. I'm absolutely positive I've got YA fantasy heroine bingo at least twice over by now.

Nimue’s mum: “When you were five years old, you faced a dark god alone in the ironwood and survived.” Bingo again.

Let's play a game called: how many times can this show throw out a Game of Thrones reference/imitation?

IRONWOOD. REALLY? REALLY. Here's the thing. a) Game of Thrones did this already and called it the Godswood, and if you think people aren't going to see what you did there, you 100% have another think coming. and b) THE LAST TIME I CHECKED TRADITIONAL FAE LORE, iron KILLED and/or BURNED fae. But THAT is what you unironically* called your SACRED WOOD THAT PROTECTS YOU???? *Only being 2 episodes in, maybe I'll find out later that it was/is an ironic name, but it suuuuuuure doesn't seem like it so far.

Nimue’s mum: “You are not some fragile maid, you are a warrior..." Me: She's going to say 'and you are strong'. Nimue's mum: "And you are strong." Me: See, this isn't even fun. There's no challenge to this. Also, YA fantasy trope bingo again.

Arthur: "It's a rare blade, I'm not sure I've seen its like." AT LEAST THAT is a decent line. Normally, they say “I've never seen its like” with this awed tone, but he's just factually observing. Cool, cool.

ARTHUR WITH THE SWORD. I'm going to be an Arthurian geek for just a minute and revel in this. I know there's more to this story. Much of it is dead boring. But I'm just going to enjoy this minute because //Arthur with the sword//.

I really did not expect to like this Arthur. He's nothing extraordinary yet, but he's fun. Without being a copycat of BBC's Merlin or King Arthur: Legend of the Sword. He's just a young knight (possibly a prince somewhere along the line??) who is genuinely caring, not super arrogant, and just a DECENT AND FUN GUY. So far.

Arthur: “I've seen a lot of lives wasted fulfilling the dreams of the dead.” YES? FINALLY? SOMEONE SAID IT? I'm here for this. Call out that fantasy trope that is all well and good in some doses but is basically THE FOUNDATION OF EVERY SINGLE YA FANTASY ARC EVER, and it's so annoying. Give us some VARIETY now and then.

Nimue to Arthur: “Spoken like a true mercenary.” No, spoken like the only sensible person in the show so far, Nimue, you twit.

AW YEAH. YOU TELL HER, ARTHUR. She's shrugging off everything you say AFTER ASKING FOR YOUR HELP. Geeeeez. It’s so annoying when people do that.

Arthur: “Get an hour of sleep.” Implied: Everything looks better after sleep + you’ll need your strength. Me, who hates sleep: I feel so attacked right now. ...But he’s right.

Merlin is TOTALLY fantasy Haymitch.

Veiled Lady: “You told us the sword of the first kings was destroyed. You lied.” Okay, so MAYBE Merlin's getting mildly interesting...but are they going to do a good job with it? DOUBTFUL.

Veiled Lady: "This affects all of us, not just you. The fae are on the verge of extinction." Um, THEN WHY EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING NOTHING ABOUT IT? Is this another ‘we can’t bend the rules of heaven for mere earthlings’??

Veiled Lady: “If the church acquires the sword of power, then they will decide who wears the crown. Have you forgotten the words?” Merlin: “Forgotten them? I WROTE THEM.” Me: Okay, that's a good delivery. Merlin: “Whosoever wields the sword of power shall be the one true king.” Me: And a nice mocking accent on that, Oooh yeah, I like. Merlin: “But I'm wiser now. There IS no one true king.” Me: Huh. Now see, that's slightly interesting. Give me more of that.

Pretty sure they told Gustaf to model his Merlin on Starz Camelot's Merlin, “but make him fun and drunken.” He's got that whole Fiennes vibe going on, but also definitely fantasy Haymitch. (Someone else on tumblr said Jack Sparrow, and I could see that one too, thought not as much yet. Where I am, Merlin doesn’t seem super keen on adventuring for the sake of adventuring. He has the bitter past and cynicism of Haymitch right now. Maybe he’ll get more Jack Sparrow-y as this goes on.)

MERLIN HAS NO MAGIC BECAUSE HE GAVE IT TO THE SWORD, okay, that right there is a GOOD element, and chock full of potential. Especially his bitterness. And his insistence that he won't touch the sword again. Are they going to do a good job of using it? Dollars to donuts, NO. Ugh.

Veiled Lady: “I sense fear around the sword. But also great power.” And here we have our Galadriel imitator. Dang, I need TWO more bingo cards.

Veiled Lady: “The sword is finding its way to you, Merlin, but which end of the sword, the point or the pommel, is another question.” Me: *snorts* Cute.

Merlin: "The sword was forged in the fae fires, and to the fae fires it shall return. I shall melt it back to its origins."

Let's play another game called: how many times can this show imitate LOTR?

Veiled Lady: "You are aware the fae forges burned out a thousand years ago?" Yeah, cause Frodo and Sam destroyed Mount Doom, guys, go read your history.

Veiled Lady: “Oh dear.” Veiled Lady: “Tell me you're not planning to steal from him. Without your magic.” Merlin: “I still have my wits and my charm.” Veiled Lady: “I fear you overestimate both.” Ahem, the lady has a point.

CONCLUDING THOUGHTS:

- Arthur is still interesting. That could change super quickly, but so far, I like him.

- The Monk is beautiful, and I'm so here for upcoming stuff I won't talk about, but also for his arc period and more interactions with Squirrel.

- Squirrel is cute, but nothing above the average so far. Still, better than almost anyone else on the show.

- Merlin has the potential to be intriguing, if only they use it.

- Obviously, I'm going to keep watching.

Footnote:

I saw spoilers today about the Monk’s arc, and I'm HERE FOR IT, so here, so beyond here for it, GIVE ME THAT RIGHT THE HECK NOW. IT'S THE ONLY REASON I HAVE ANY EXCITEMENT FOR THIS SHOW RIGHT NOW.

THE WEEPING MONK AS *SPOILER* I. CAN'T. FREAKING. WAIT.

#cursed netflix #this show is cursed all right #cursed with hideous writing #but Daniel is still bringing it #I'm here for the Monk and Arthur and Squirrel #yes this got longer than I intended #par for the course with my writing of any kind

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imgoldielikehawn · 6 years

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I Am What I Am

Rated G/ For Now....

Pairing WOC x Skarsgard Brothers ( Alexander, Gustaf, Bill)

Word Count/ 2,583

Outfit inspo/

AN/ Enjoy...

“Can you turn your head to the side for me?” I asked peeking my head out from behind the camera.

The Model turned his head way too far and I sighed, It was going to be a long afternoon……

There is always that moment in your life when everything you hoped for either works out or crashes and burns right before your eyes. I had already experienced both moments and now being out of the burning flames; my dream of traveling photography had come to life. The walk to my hotel proved to be long and relaxing. California was quite sunny this time of year and even though I hadn't been here for very long I was still missing the harsh winters back home in Liverpool. I was at the age where one realizes that the world turns no matter what and that everything that once held so much meaning hardly means anything at all.

Inside the large room I had rented I stood in front of my wall planner looking at my schedule for the next few weeks. In a few hours I had a job a few hours out of town. The client had been rather adamant about the discretion of my contract. It wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to, most of my clients wanted to photographed nude for their lover. I wasn’t exactly your average photographer I tried to master every type of photo to a T so that I had a better chance at a larger clientele.

As I packed my bags I thought about the phone call between myself and the assistant on the phone a month prior.

“Would you be willing to come to America?” The woman had asked.

“Of course.” I agreed trying to hide the happiness in my voice.

“My client is very busy over the next few months, everything you need will be paid for.” She sounded curt but polite.

“If you don’t mind me asking how did you find out about me?” I asked.

“You have quite the following online and if you don’t mind me saying my client is obsessed with your work” She laughed softly and I smiled.

“Well I suppose there is nothing wrong with that! I look forward to working with them.” I replied.

“Good, we’ll see you in a Week Ms. Mieal.” She cleared her throat.

“Please, call me Laynah..” I hated when clients used my last name.

“Forgive me, Ms. Laynah. We’ll see you soon.” She apologized.

“Alright, have a good night, Bye”. I scrawled down the information on a bit of parchment and hung up full of hope and excitement. I didn’t even think about the strange parts of the call before I hung up. The pay was more than I had ever received and I was going somewhere I had never been.

The drive was smooth thanks to my GPS and music playlist. When I got to the address however I almost crashed into the large Iron gate. I reached out to press the fancy looking call box and waited. A voice came over the small speaker.

“Name?” The Mechanical sounding voice asked.

“Laynah Mieal.” I said clearly. There was no response but a loud buzz and the gates began to creak open. I drove through slowly trying to maintain my composure, the grounds were beautiful as I drove up the wide winding path and I secretly hoped that I would be able to take some of the photos outside.

I parked in front of an enormous house and stared up at it pulling my sunglasses slowly from my face. I didn’t bother to grab my bags as I smoothed my hair to the best of my ability. I wore it natural today and rode with the top down. I didn’t want to waste time looking for a hair tie, instead I cut the engine and closed my door behind me. I took the steps leading up to the house one at a time deliberate and slow. I took a deep breath and reached forward to press the doorbell, holding on to my portfolio tightly and listed as footsteps approached the door.

The door opened and I was met with the beautiful face of a woman with long black hair. She had long legs and wore a pair of blue heels, a skirt and white blouse to match. Her face and the tone of her skin reminded me of a friend I had in high school. She had been half Hispanic and Black.

“You must be Laynah, My names Mae. We spoke on the phone!” She smiled sweetly.

“Oh, yes I recognize your voice.” I smiled back and shook her outstretched hand. I stepped into the foyer and couldn’t help myself as I looked around the very large and furnished room.

“I know, its a lot to take in at first but I promise you’ll get used to it.” She smiled again and ushered me to a large couch and motioned for me to sit down. She sat across from me on an identical armchair and crossed her legs daintily.

“So, now that we’re in person there are some things id like to discuss with you and then id like to answer any questions you might have at this time.” She pulled out a pair of dark frames and placed them on her nose. I nodded in agreement and placed my portfolio in her outstretched hand.

“Welcome to Skarsgard Manor, This will be your home for the next few weeks. There is no room or place in this house that is off limits to you should you choose. You may also roam the grounds freely as well.” She paused looking up at me. “Mr. Skarsgard has made arrangements for you to have your own room and key to the house. His sons frequent the home and each have their own room when they visit.” She cocked her head to the side and smiled over my shoulder. I followed her gaze and did my best to swallow the gasp that threatened to spill from my lips.

A very tall man in a cream long sleeved shirt and jeans stood in the door frame. He looked to be in his thirties and his face had a charming amount of scruff. “So this is where you’ve been hiding away our guest Mae.” He smiled and let me tell you it send small chills over my skin. His voice was warm and deep but friendly and welcoming.

“Mr. Skarsgard, my apologies I was not expecting you until later this evening.” She stood from her place in the chair and I followed suit.

“Hello, My name is Gustaf.” The man smiled and held out his hand for me to shake. I placed my hand in his and he clasped it gently.

“Its Nice to meet you, My name is Laynah.” I kept my eyes on our hands and then lifted them to his Blue eyes. I try not to make assumptions, especially in my line of work but in that moment I swear his eyes traveled smoothly from my face to my chest and down my legs and back up to my face again. I felt like this would be the appropriate time to say “Fuck” but thought the better of it. He released my hand and stepped back.

“Ah Laynah I see you have met one of my sons.” A much older gentleman said from the doorway. He had gray hair but he was not any less handsome than his son. I could tell from looking at him he had been quite the man when he was younger.

“I was just saying hello father.” Gustaf Smiled with his eyes never leaving me.

“Where are my manners, Laynah My name is Stellan and welcome to our home, I hope you will be comfortable here.” He nodded towards me and then turned to Mae expectantly.

“I hadn't had the chance to show her to her room Sir.” She looked suddenly just as flustered as I did and I wondered if maybe I wasn’t the only hot and bothered one in the room.

“See to it immediately. Laynah we’ll see you at dinner.” He smiled and he and his son left the foyer.

When Mae and I were alone and on our way down a long hallway I cleared my throat and mustered the courage to ask “ Ummm, Is it just me or was I being looked at like a menu?”

She laughed for the first time since I walked in the house. “ That’s how all of the Skarsgard men are. They drip sex and lure you in.”

“Fantastic…” I frowned running my hand through my curls. Our heels clicked over the marble floors until we reached a large door at the end of the hall.

“Here we are… Dinner is in an hour see you then Laynah.” She stepped back and departed the room.

“Well okay then…” I said out loud to myself. I turned around to see a large bed against the farthermost wall and on it were my two suitcases.

“Efficient…” I sighed and went through my suitcases to find my toiletry bag, I wanted to touch up my makeup and pull my hair out of my face. I grabbed my camera bag and decided to take a few photos of my bedroom. I was pulling back the curtains when I heard a soft knock at my door.

“Come in.” I called standing upright. My door opened and a tall man with dark hair stood in the doorway slightly leaning against the frame.

“Mother fucker..” I whispered. I thought the last man was attractive but I was quickly learning that Handsome clearly ran in the family.

“I came to escort you to dinner.” He didn’t smile but had a brooding nature about him.

“I can find my own way, thank you.” I don’t know why but I felt unnerved at his presence and he dripped trouble. I placed my camera back in its bag and turned back around to find the hallway empty. I found my way to the dining room easily and was taken aback by the amount of people at the table. At the head of the table stood Stellan and an older woman I assumed to be his wife. Gustaf sat to his right and a blonde man sat to his left. The brooding one from earlier sat beside him.

Skarsgard POV

“Well brother, Your description did not do her justice.” Alexander smirked over his shoulder. The brother watched their father walk over to the woman in the door way. She had brown skin and dark curly hair on top of her head. They could see her skin through the deliberate holes in her jeans and sweater. She was beautiful and their father knew how to pick women.

“Independent as well.” Bill frowned joining his brother Alex in staring at the woman.

“Her name is Laynah and she is beautiful.” Gus smiled.

“Whats she here for?” Alexander looked over at Gus and Bill.

“You mean what does she think shes here for?” Bill couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on his lips.

“Does it matter?” Gustaf risked asking before Laynah joined him at his side at his fathers beckoning. He turned to her and his eyes began to wonder once more.

“Tell me Gustaf, Did you forget what I looked like in the last hour, you seem to be staring quite hard.” She smiled.

Alexander and bill chortled and Stellan cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I was merely committing your beautiful face to memory.” Gustaf Smirked.

“Smooth… very smooth.” Laynah laughed and turned her attention to the brother she hadn't met.

Leynah POV

I lifted my eyes from my plate to become well… a bitch was fucking shook to be quite honest. The man sitting in front of me was blonde and handsome beyond normality. His eyes roamed the table and he smiled when they landed on me. His smile was different, where Gustafs was pleasant and kind his was dangerous and sexual.

“Laynah, such a pretty name. Where are you from?” He lifted the fork to his lips.

“I was raised in Liverpool.” I said softly becoming entranced as he placed the fork in his mouth. He pulled it back out and I watched his jaw flex as he chewed his food.

“Ahh That’s where your accent came from.” He licked his lips and then looked back down at his plate.

“Yes… fraid its here to stay.” I joked.

“Good.” He raised an eyebrow and I swear I almost died.

“So Laynah tell us about yourself?” The woman who sat beside Stellan said.

“Well, what would you like to know?” I asked…….

The conversation continued like that all night with the two older brothers making sure to maintain eye contact and making me uncomfortably hot. The younger one whose name was Bill kept quiet with the exception of an interjection every now and then. The family all acted in movies for a living they had more children but they were still In school or did not live with them. The Men all needed new head shots and photos for their portfolios and for the book their father was writing which was why I was here. By the time dinner had finished I was at ease with my purpose and quite tired. The oldest brother Alexander offered to walk me to my room and before I could decline Stellan insisted.

“My brother Gustaf says you are beautiful and he is right.” Alex kept his eyes forward as we walked.

“That was kind of him I suppose.” I frowned and the shook my head.

“Not interested?” He smirked.

“I just came here to work anything else is simply a distraction Mr. Skarsgard.” we stopped outside of my door and turned towards each other.

“I see, well don’t let me keep you..” He towered over me and I gulped as he leaned forward and said in a low voice. “That is unless you want me too…” He ran his nose along my jaw and the turned and walked away, I quickly clambered into my room and locked the door behind me.

“Biiiitchhhhhhh” I said out of breath. “ I do not have time for this.” I walked towards the bed and flopped down upon it… contemplating sleep or searching for my bullet…

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prolestari · 7 years

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Summer Vacation

Here it is! My submission for @sinswap! I had about a dozen different ideas, but I ultimately had to settle on some silliness with the Three Misfits. Please enjoy! I cannot wait to see who I am paired with, and what that person comes up with for this story. This was incredibly fun, so thank you to the organizers!

It was the first day of summer vacation, and Gilthunder was already bored.

At the end of July, the boys and girls in the academy were given six weeks of rest and relaxation. Six glorious weeks of swimming, games, exploring, fun. Six wonderful weeks of sleeping in late and staying up later, chasing fireflies and ladybugs, playing ball in the street, climbing trees, jumping in the river. Six amazing weeks without constant adult supervision, without history and geography, without essays and training and maths.

But things were a bit different now. He was eight, and eight-year-olds did not catch frogs or use play swords or chase one another in tag. Eight-year-olds would be enrolling in the early Holy Knight training in the fall, and Gilthunder felt as though he needed to be prepared for it. So when his cousin Griamore showed up to ask him to go fishing, Gilthunder refused. “We need to be serious, Griamore,” he scolded his cousin. “Childhood is now behind us.”

“It is?” asked Griamore with a frown. “Damn.”

“Don’t be vulgar,” Gil chided him. “We’re not allowed to say bad words.”

The two ended up lounging a bit on the terrace outside the castle kitchens, watching birds fly by and pick at the scraps tossed out by the cook. “This is boring,” Gilthunder sighed, deciding that adulthood was not for him after all.

“Can we go fishing now?” Griamore asked, but Gilthunder shook his head. “Let’s go patrol,” he said, standing. “Maybe we can find that kid again, the one who gave us trouble before.”

“Yeah!” the other boy shouted, so off they went, hurrying through the castle at breakneck speed. At last they cleared the open gates and entered the city proper, weaving their way expertly down the narrow cobblestone streets. It was a hot day, but luckily not humid, and the sellers lined every inch of Liones with their carts, the shops with windows and doors open, the taverns readying their signs with the day’s luncheon options. People milled about, going about their business, and now with the start of summer break, children moved in packs or carted younger siblings around, playing and running and sniffing around the candy shops.

Gilthunder raised his chin a bit, trying to exude an air of authority. He was the son of the Grand Master, which practically made him second-in-command. His eyes darted over the children who ran around them, smiling appreciatively at their games. He looked fondly over a group of boys, around six or seven, picking sticks for a game of Steal the Broom. Ah, to be so carefree.

“Where do we look?” Griamore asked, and Gilthunder paused for a moment. “His dad is a blacksmith on the east side, right? So let’s head there.”

Together they struck towards the eastern end of the city, keeping their eyes sharp for the boy they had encountered less than two weeks ago. He had been scrawny and dirty with a mouth much too big for his looks. Gil had caught him stealing a bicycle, but he wasn’t stealing it he was borrowing it, as the boy had shouted back at him. As the son of the Great Holy Knight, Gil knew it was his duty to apprehend the kid; but that had proven harder than it looked.

There were words exchanged on each side, most of it about how dumb the other was and how big the other’s mother’s ass was, before the boy flicked his nose at Gilthunder and turned to leave. But the aspiring knight would not let him escape, and he grinned when he stepped in front of him, blocking his exit, feeling the new energy that had just awakened over the winter holidays sparking under his hands. They got into a bit of a scuffle, only broken up when the baker stepped out to send them both off, so they agreed to meet and finish their fight ten minutes later behind the bookseller.

When Gilthunder had arrived, flanked by Griamore and their friend Gustaf (who was looking very puffed up to be a part of such an elite gang), he was taken aback a bit by the small crowd of children that had gathered to watch. Once the match began they circled each other, fists raised, and both boys took half-hearted swipes at each other, neither quite sure what to actually do.

But then Gil got it into his head to surprise the boy, and called on his growing powers to send a little bolt of electricity at him. The spark landed on his neck and he had yelped in surprise, his eyes wide as he stared at him with a hand clasped on his neck. Gil smiled smugly, about to claim victory, when something very unexpected had happened: Gilthunder found himself blown by a sudden gust of wind halfway down the alley, landing in a heap of garbage.

Now Gilthunder grumbled a few choice curses under his breath as they searched around the streets close to the smithy. It was humiliating to be taken out by nothing more than a street kid, and he was saved by Griamore when a grown-up had come around to see after the commotion. Gil had been a bit dazed from the blow, but his cousin had gotten him up and out of there before they were caught, disappearing along with the other children into the neighborhood. But later, as he fumed and picked dirt out of his hair and clothes from the garbage, he vowed to find him again and settle the score as a knight.

He was mulling this over as he and Griamore rounded a corner into an alley and spotted the familiar head of long, dark blonde hair. “Hey you!” Gil shouted, charging ahead before drawing up short a few feet away. “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Huh?” The boy looked up from a crate he was rummaging through, a frown on his face. “Who’s looking for--oh. It’s you.”

He straightened up and put his hands on his hips. Their heights were just about even, and he smirked as he looked Gilthunder up and down. “Those are some fancy clothes on ya,” he said. “You come back to get knocked into the trash bin again?”

“No, I came to apprehend you for stealing, again,” Gilthunder retorted.

“Stealing? I’m not stealing.” The boy looked truly offended. “Old Man Barden puts junk he doesn’t want out here. He’s got some good stuff. Look at what I found in the crate last week.” He pulled something out of his pocket and lifted it to his lips, giving a blow. A piercing whistle echoed through the alley, making both Gilthunder and Griamore jump. “Great, huh?”

Griamore nodded and put his hand out, and the boy handed over the small pipe for him to try. But Gilthunder just huffed in annoyance and said, “Well, it doesn’t matter! You assaulted the son of the Grand Master, and it won’t stand!”

“What?” the boy asked, pocketing his treasure. “Who’d I salt?”

“As-sault,” Gilthunder corrected. “Me. I’m the son of the Grand Master.”

He folded his arms in punctuation, but the boy just doubled over laughing. “No you ain’t!”

“I am too!”

“Ain’t!”

“I am!”

“He really is,” Griamore interjected.

“Prove it,” the boy answered smugly.

The two cousins glanced at each other. “I could swear it?” Gilthunder asked. “I’ll swear on the princess.”

“Gil!” hissed Griamore. “You can’t do that!”

“Margaret will understand,” he answered. “It’s the truth anyway.”

He turned back to the boy, who was eyeing them suspiciously. “Why’d you call her Margaret and not Highness?”

Gilthunder puffed up a bit. “Because we’re friends. In fact, I’m going to be assigned her guard next year.”

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

“Hold on.” The boy moved closer, getting right into Gilthunder’s face. “Are you telling me… you know the princess of Liones? The actual, real live Princess Margaret?”

“Yup,” he answered with a smug grin. “And Princess Veronica.”

The boy gasped. “Can you please let me meet them? I have to meet them.” Gil frowned, but before he could ask, the kid was clutching his chest and moaning, “She is so beautiful. I saw her at the harvest festival last year. That’s when I decided I was gonna be a Holy Knight because I’m definitely gonna marry her.”

Gilthunder snorted. “You can’t marry her,” he said, but the boy protested, “Yuh huh! When I’m a Holy Knight! My old man wants me to be a blacksmith but I gotta marry a princess. I’m gonna be the best Holy Knight in Liones, maybe even Grand Master!”

He heard Griamore laugh next to him, but his eyes went wide as the boy hugged himself. “Then I’m gonna get the princess, and I’m gonna marry her, and I’m gonna kiss her like this--” And here he started making kissy noises, smooching his arms, before falling onto the ground and rolling around. “She’s gonna be my girlfriend.”

Now Griamore was laughing and whooping at the silly display, but Gilthunder clenched his fists, little sparks bursting out from between his fingers. “You can’t marry the princess, you twit!” he growled. “Now stop saying that!”

The boy stopped rolling around, laying on his back on the ground to look up at him. “If you take me to meet them, I’ll believe that you’re the son of the Grand Master.”

“I don’t care if you believe me,” Gilthunder answered, knowing that was not at all true.

“Fine.” The boy sat up and smiled sweetly. “Then I’m gonna tell everyone you’re a liar.”

A moment ticked by as Gilthunder growled under his breath before he shouted, “Fine!”

He stormed off towards the exit to the alley, leaving the others to follow. Behind him, he heard the boy say, “Is he always like this?” to which Griamore replied, “Not really. I think you just get on his nerves.”

Together they three headed through the streets towards the castle. The sun had climbed higher, rising the temperature, not even a cloud to give a bit of relief. Gil was anxious to get back and get some cold water, maybe even a lemonade, but a few minutes later the boy pulled up short. “Crap!” he yelled. “I forgot something! Hang on!”

He took off running, and Gilthunder shouted, “Hey! Wait up!” before he and Griamore gave chase.

The followed him down one street after another before he skidded to a stop before a very quaint looking house. “More stealing, probably,” Gil whispered to Griamore, but to both of their surprise, he stepped up and knocked on the door. “Mrs. Land?” he called. “It’s me, Howzer.”

“Howzer!” The oldest lady Gilthunder had ever seen opened the door, her frail and wrinkled frame bent over a cane. “You’re late today.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Land,” he answered. “I was hanging out with…” He looked over his shoulder and frowned. “What’s your names again?”

“I’m Griamore, and this is Gilthunder,” came the answer, and Gil scowled at his cousin’s friendly tone.

“Nice boys,” the old lady said, and Howzer gestured at them to follow her inside.

The house was cramped, cozy, and filled with stuff. The two boys looked around curiously at the knick-knacks that lined the walls, but their attention snapped back when Howzer called their names. “Griamore! Gil-whatever! Come grab these?”

Griamore started forward, Gil following reluctantly behind. Then he found his arms filled with a bag that was more awkward than heavy. “Thank you boys,” the old woman said. “Here’s your payment, Howzer.”

“Thanks Mrs. Land,” he recited. Gil tried to see how much money she gave him, but ended up following him out and down the street, sent off with another wave and thanks from the woman. The trio walked down the street a bit until they reached a dump site. Then Howzer heaved his bag inside, followed by the ones the others carried.

“Who was that?” Griamore asked as Howzer reached into his pocket.

“Just some lady,” he answered. “I take out her trash every few days. One of my summer jobs. Pop says I gotta.”

He pulled out his hand and Gilthunder was surprised to see that instead of money, he held the largest muffin he had ever seen. Howzer broke it into thirds and handed a piece to Griamore before offering one to Gil.

“This is how you get paid?” he asked as he took the piece suspiciously.

“Yeah,” said Howzer around a mouthful. “Why, what’s wrong with muffins?”

“This is good!” Griamore exclaimed through his own stuffed mouth.

Tentatively Gilthunder tried the muffin. It really was great, delicious in fact, and eagerly he gobbled up the rest. “Let’s get going,” he said as he wiped his hands on his pants, and they set off again.

They reached the castle quickly, the only other detour a brief stop at a fountain to wash their hands and splash around a little. The warm water was refreshing, and it was a relief to Gil to wipe off some of the perspiration that was clinging to his hands and neck, even if Griamore did manage to get his left sleeve all wet with an unexpected splash in his direction. As the gates got closer, however, Howzer looked nervous for the first time. “Are… are we really going in there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Gilthunder shot over his shoulder. “I thought you wanted to meet the princesses.”

“You mean--you really do know them?!” he shrieked, but Gilthunder did not answer as they walked through the gate. He waved to the guard, who nodded back, and was pleased to hear Howzer give a “Woahhhh,” under his breath.

Gilthunder enjoyed the way Howzer oohed and ahhed over the castle. He took them purposefully the long way, so he could see the stables and the guard posts for the Holy Knights. By the time they reached the garden where he knew the princesses would be spending their time before lunch, Howzer’s eyes were so large they looked as if they might slip out of his head, his cheeks bright from a combination of excitement and the heat.

The three boys crowded together behind a line of shrubbery, peeking through the leaves. “Quiet!” hissed Gilthunder at the other two, who nodded.

He peered over the top and spotted dark violet hair nearby. “Veronica!” he hissed. “Over here!”

She looked over her shoulder, then her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Gil? What are you doing?” she whispered back, crawling over.

“Can you get rid of the nurse?” he asked.

“Why?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“We got something to show you, just do it!”

Veronica nodded and hurried away towards where her sisters were sitting with the nursemaid. Margaret sat on a blanket, stacking blocks with little Elizabeth, barely two years old. “Nanny!” she cried. “I want some tea. Can you go and get some?”

“Tea? In this heat?” The woman fanned herself. “I don’t--”

“Pleeeeeeeeeease?” Veronica whined.

The nurse pressed her lips together as the girl smiled and batted her eyelashes. “All right. Let me just call for someone to take Elizabeth--”

“We’ll watch her!” cried Veronica. “You’ll only be gone a few minutes. Margaret and I can handle her. Pretty please?”

With a weary sigh the nurse headed back inside the castle. Once out of sight, she grabbed Margaret’s hand, leaving the toddler to knock over the blocks as she hauled her to the bushes. “Veronica, what in the world--”

She stopped short as the three boys popped out of the bushes. “Gil!” she cried, a blush rising to her cheeks. “What--what are you-- why are you here?”

He cleared his throat, every bit as flustered as she, but before he could stammer out a reply Griamore said, “We made a new friend who wanted to meet you.” Gilthunder looked over as Griamore gave a nudge to the boy with his elbow. “Go on, Howzer.”

But Howzer stood frozen, his mouth dropped open in shock. “Howzer?” Gilthunder asked, stifling a laugh.

“It’s… princess…” he whispered.

Both boys and girls giggled at that. “Howzer, is it?” Margaret asked with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Princess…” breathed the boy.

She and Veronica exchanged a glance. “Yeah, this is some great thing to show us,” Veronica said sarcastically. “Hello? Are you alive?”

Veronica waved her hand in front of Howzer’s blank stare, and suddenly he blinked and swallowed. “Your-your-H-Highness,” he stammered. Suddenly he stepped out and gave a bow. “I am here to ask for a kiss.”

“A what?” she gasped, but Gilthunder moved next to her. “You didn’t say that!” he snapped.

Howzer clutched his hands together nervously and looked at Margaret. “Your Highness, I want to be the greatest Holy Knight in Liones, and win the hand of a princess. Please, can you give me a kiss, so I can fulfill my dream?”

“You are not kissing her,” Gil insisted.

“Yeah,” Griamore agreed. “You’re not even a knight yet.”

“And you can’t be the greatest Holy Knight,” continued Gil. “That’s my dad and Meliodas, the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins. No way you’ll be as good as them.”

Howzer scowled at him, his fists clenching and looking ready to spring, but Margaret’s giggle interrupted them. “I’m sorry, Sir Howzer,” she said gently. “But my father doesn’t allow me to give kisses yet.”

“Oh.” The situation now diffused, the boys just looked embarrassed. Then Howzer looked hopefully at Veronica, who squealed, “Ew! No way!”

“I know!” Gilthunder laughed. “You can kiss Elizabeth!”

“Elizabeth?” Howzer groaned. “I’m not kissing a baby!”

Veronica laughed and clapped her hands. “Sure you can! That’s a great idea!” She grabbed Howzer’s hand and pulled him forward, but when they reached the blanket, Elizabeth was gone.

“Where is she?” Margaret cried. “We left her right here!”

There was a panicked moment when everyone looked around for the toddler, but she was nowhere to be found. “Gil!” wailed Margaret, her hands covering her cheeks. “We need to find her!”

He nodded. As the future protector of the royal family, it was his job to make sure the princess was rescued. “Margaret, you stay here,” he said, assuming the role of leader. “Griamore and Veronica, check around the bushes and see if she crawled away. Howzer and I will look down the path a bit.”

Turning to Howzer, who looked a bit panic-stricken, he pointed a finger and said, “You’re coming with me.”

The blonde nodded and quickly followed behind. They looked under benches, around flower beds, and Howzer even climbed a little wall to check around. “Where could she be?” Gilthunder wondered aloud.

“There!” Howzer pointed to a wall of the garden, and Gil raced after him as he jumped and ran over.

Together they stood looking up. Sure enough, the two-year-old was yelling, “Gil! Gil!” and sitting on a windowsill about six feet off the ground.

“How in the world…?” Gil said, but Howzer nudged his arm with his elbow and pointed. There was a trellis covered in vines attached the wall, easy enough for a little one to climb up.

“She’s pretty brave,” Howzer commented as Gilthunder grabbed onto the trellis. But a moment later he stepped back. “I don’t think it will hold my weight.”

“Get underneath the window and hold your arms out.” Gil looked over with his brows drawn, but Howzer licked his lips, looking up at the princess. “Come on, I got an idea. Trust me.”

“Uh…” Gilthunder moved carefully under the windowsill as Howzer raised his hands. “What are you gonna do?” he yelped, but at that moment, a small tornado appeared from his hands. It swept through the air and up, and a moment later, Elizabeth was knocked from the blast off of the windowsill.

“Wait!” Gil shouted, but the girl landed in his arms, her eyes wide in shock. “Elizabeth? Are you okay?”

Elizabeth let loose a babble of words that surely made sense to the girl. But Gil turned and glared at Howzer, slinging the toddler onto his hip. “You idiot!” he snapped. “You can’t send a tornado at a princess!”

Howzer shrugged. “She’s down, isn’t she? Besides, I knew it would work. I did it on a cat once.”

“Ahem.”

Both boys froze at the deep male voice. Their eyes connected as Elizabeth squirmed down, and they turned to see her run to a very tall, stern-looking man, who bent down to scoop the girl up easily.

“Uncle Dreyfus!” Gil cried. “Sir!” He gave a quick bow, and Howzer followed suit.

“Who is this?” he snapped, and both boys cringed as they straightened. “Why is Elizabeth out here?”

Both boys immediately launched into an explanation, but after a moment Dreyfus raised a hand and silenced them. “Enough.” He peered down at the newcomer with narrow eyes. “What is your name, boy?”

“H-Howzer, sir,” he stammered.

“Howzer, hm?” Dreyfus echoed. “And where did you learn that little trick, Howzer?”

He and Gilthunder exchanged a glance. “I dunno, sir? It just comes out.”

“Who is your father?” When Howzer turned a bit pale, he repeated, “Who is your father?”

“Raizer, sir!” he squeaked. “The blacksmith!”

“We met last week, Uncle,” Gilthunder interjected. “I just invited him up here to--”

“Enough.” Gil’s mouth snapped shut as the knight’s eyes went back and forth between them. “I came looking for Griamore and am not surprised to see the lot of you up to something. Now Gil, take your friend and see him to the gate. You, young Howzer, head straight home, understood? I’ll be by to see your father later.”

“Yes sir,” they both mumbled, hurrying off.

They walked in silence back through the castle, and stopped just before they reached the gate. “Sorry I got you in trouble,” Howzer mumbled.

“Nah,” replied Gil, sounding more confident than he felt. “He’s not that bad.”

“Do you think he’s gonna tell my pop?” Howzer asked. “If a Holy Knight shows up at the door my pop’s gonna give birth to kittens!”

Gilthunder chuckled. “You’ll be all right.”

“Yeah.” Howzer turned to go, but then glanced back. “See ya tomorrow? We got another job, and I have a really good spot for us to dig.”

“Uh… yeah! Sure!” Gilthunder returned the boy’s wave as he ran through the gates and disappeared down the path to the city. After a moment he turned to go find Griamore and fill him in on the plan for tomorrow, assuming they wouldn’t be scrubbing a stall in punishment. Maybe the summer wouldn’t be so boring after all.

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Interview Magazine: Bill Skarsgard.

Of the eight Skarsgård siblings, four of them—Valter, Bill, Gustaf and Alexander—are professional actors, each blessed with the good looks and distinctly rakish swagger of their father, Stellan. So the odds of 26-year-old Bill finding his footing in the industry weren't exactly stacked against him. More unexpected is the path he's chosen: neither through the mainstream (such as Alexander, a leading man since his star turn on HBO's True Blood) nor through auteur-driven projects (such as Stellan, who has appeared in six films by the Danish provocateur Lars von Trier), but rather through a series of unexpected, résumé-confounding detours. Take his biggest American role to date, as Pennywise, the demonic child-eating clown, in the upcoming remake of It, out thisSeptember. As the blood-curdling creature originally played by Tim Curry in the 1990 miniseries of the same name, Skarsgård spends the entire film hidden beneath layers of garish and grotesque makeup—a daring choice for any young actor with matinee idol features. But Skarsgård has been in the business long enough to know what he's doing. He spent much of his youth traveling the world with his father, from film set to film set, and his first role came at the age of 9, as the younger brother to Alexander's character in the Swedish thriller White Water Fury (2000). After being cast in a handful of roles, both big and small, back home—including an award-winning turn as a young man with Asperger's syndrome in Simple Simon (2010)—his first major appearance on Stateside screens was in the Netflix fantasy series Hemlock Grove. This July, he will begin his play for international stardom alongside Charlize Theron and James McAvoy in Atomic Blonde, a high-octane spy thriller set in a simmering East Berlin. After that, he'll appear in Assassination Nation, alongside cool-kids Hari Nef and Suki Waterhouse. But first: breakfast. Over a meal at the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles, Skarsgård submits to some words of wisdom—and a little gentle bullying—from his older brother Alexander. ALEXANDER SKARSGÅRD: Did you take out the trash this morning? BILL SKARSGÅRD: No. Why? ALEXANDER: Well, as your older brother, I think I should make sure you do that. Routines, or lack thereof, are a pretty good way to get to know someone. So what have you done today? What time did you wake up? BILL: You were at my house last night. ALEXANDER: But I tapped out early, because I'm a responsible journalist. BILL: But being the gracious host that I am, I had to entertain my houseguests. People left around 1 a.m. and I went to bed, so it wasn't super-late by my standards. I woke up around 10. I had a cup of coffee; that's the first thing I do in the morning. ALEXANDER: How do you take it? BILL: Black. ALEXANDER: Like your soul? BILL: Like my soul. [laughs] And then I've been doing some really uneventful things. I worked on an audition that I have tomorrow and answered some e-mails, and now I'm here for this interview. ALEXANDER: I suddenly feel like maybe it was a mistake, as a journalist, to fraternize the night before with the person I'm going to interview. BILL: Everything that happened last night was on the record—is that what you're saying? Did you take notes? ALEXANDER: It was officially off the record, but as a serious journalist, I feel like maybe I shouldn't have done that. BILL: Well, that's on you. ALEXANDER: It is on me. But let's move on. You said 10 a.m. is not particularly late for you. It sounds pretty late to me. It's a Tuesday—shit, I even got that wrong. It's a Monday. BILL: Between 9 a.m. and 10 a.m. is usually when I get up. I've always been a night person. There's a sense of virtue attached to getting up in the morning and doing things and starting the day, and I always felt bad for not being that person. But as I've gotten a bit older, now I'm completely okay with it. That's just who I am. ALEXANDER: Because you feel like you get a lot of shit done at night when other people are sleeping? BILL: Yeah, or I just don't like mornings. The day feels way too long for me. ALEXANDER: Do you also feel that life is too long? Do you wish that life were a bit shorter? BILL: Just the day. ALEXANDER: What would be ideal for you, a four-hour day? [laughs] BILL: Stockholm is a good place for it, in the winter. ALEXANDER: What do you miss about Sweden, other than friends and family and all that? Is there anything specific that you miss when you're abroad? BILL: I miss being in my home country; here, I'm always a foreigner. America is, of course, built of people who are not from here. But going home, even just landing at Arlanda, the Stockholm airport, I think, "This is where I'm from. These people are my people." ALEXANDER: Does it make you even more proud of Sweden because you have that distance? BILL: It's not about being proud of Sweden; it's just a sense of belonging. Even if you've lived in a place for a long time, those first formative years are going to be a part of you forever, and it's something you can't replace. ALEXANDER: Why don't you have a home? BILL: I think it's a commitment issue for me. I have a hard time committing to stuff. ALEXANDER: What's wrong with us? I'm also homeless. Maybe it's a fear of missing out. Like, if I commit to one city and get a place there, then maybe there is something else out there. But wouldn't it be nice to have somewhere where you can at least drop your bag and unpack? BILL: 100 percent. I've been living like this for the past five or six years, so I'm looking for an apartment in Stockholm. Just like a two-bedroom thing. Every apartment I look at is so nice and tastefully renovated. ALEXANDER: Great furniture and beautifully done, but they all look identical. I think that kind of sums up the Swedish mentality in a way. It's all beautiful midcentury modern furniture, and they all have that Moroccan rug. You won't find originality. Swedes are very safe that way. So, what's your first memory from a film set other than with Dad when you were a kid? BILL: Well, my first film was with you. ALEXANDER: Oh, yeah. I didn't want to say it, but I got you into this business. I can take you out of it. [laughs] BILL: I would never have been here if it wasn't for the role of Klasse in White Water Fury. I was the only kid on set, and I remember I got upset for some reason. Do you remember the story? I ran away from set or something? ALEXANDER: Oh, I remember what it was. The fruit basket in your trailer wasn't fresh enough. And they got Evian instead of Perrier, so you stormed off and called your agent. BILL: [laughs] At 9 years old. ALEXANDER: You called your agent-slash-kindergarten teacher. I don't remember you being upset, but I do have a very vivid memory where you wrapped early one day, and they took you back to the hotel, and I had another scene. When I got back, you were just standing outside in the parking lot, waiting for me, and it broke my heart. It was just the two of us. We obviously come from a big family back in Stockholm. I never felt needed. It was always chaos with Mom, Dad, uncles, you know, we all lived in the same building. Dinner parties with 25 people every night. And for the first time, you and I went away together, and suddenly I wasn't just a big brother. I felt paternal. You were just standing in the parking lot waiting for your big brother to come home, because you didn't know anyone and you didn't know what to do. If I ever need a little sense memory for a scene, that vision of coming around the corner and seeing you standing there, this little boy in this massive parking lot, is really beautiful and heartbreaking. It was the first time I ever felt needed. BILL: That's a lovely story. ALEXANDER: We come from a family of musicians, artists, authors, creative people, and the only exception is our mom and one of our brothers—they're doctors. How often do you brag about them at dinner parties? BILL: There's definitely a sense of embarrassment about what it is artists really do, at least for me in terms of acting. We have a mom and a brother who literally save lives. ALEXANDER: He works at an ICU so he, on a daily basis, saves lives. Do you have a sense of guilt because he works his ass off and makes less money than you? BILL: Yeah, of course. It's not fair. I'm constantly embarrassed at the level of attention actors get and the level of money that we get. It's completely disproportionate. I think you have to feel guilty about it. I think it makes you a better person to keep reminding yourself. ALEXANDER: Your becoming an actor—was that the path of least resistance or was it a calling? BILL: All thanks to you for blessing me with the part of Klasse in White Water Fury. ALEXANDER: You're welcome. You might want to remind yourself of that more often, but I do appreciate it. BILL: I started acting when I was 9. I did smaller parts here and there as a kid, and then as I grew older I started resisting it, because I didn't like the idea of being, at the time, number four of the Skarsgård actors—Dad, you, and our brother Gustaf. So in high school I majored in science and was like, "Maybe I'll do something rebellious and become a doctor." [laughs] ALEXANDER: Did you seriously entertain that idea? BILL: I don't think I would ever be a doctor, but the reason I majored in science was because you could become a civil engineer, you could become a biologist, you could become a computer scientist—that was the point of it. I had no idea what I wanted to do. In my last two years of high school—because they would still reach out to me for auditions and I would read scripts—there happened to be these few scripts that I really responded to. One in particular that I read, I was like, "Oh, this is a real character. This is amazing." I was like, "I really, really want to do this." It was Hannes Holm's film, and I saw him at a premiere—I was, like, 19 at the time, I had probably been to three or four auditions, but I wasn't cast or anything—and I went up to him and was like, "I don't know what I need to do, but I need to be in your film." Eventually, I landed the job, and that was something that I felt transcended whatever other people would think of me. ALEXANDER: Do you believe you're a good actor? Do you think you deserve to be here because of your talent? BILL: 100 percent. ALEXANDER: Do you ever feel like a shit actor? BILL: 100 percent. I feel like I'm the best actor on the planet and I also feel like I'm a fraud. ALEXANDER: Simultaneously, or does it fluctuate? BILL: They're kind of simultaneous. I think hubris comes from insecurity. Confidence comes in a more rooted sense; part of being confident is being able to say, "I can be really shitty," and to accept that. But also not to crumble under it. ALEXANDER: So, the official It trailer has been viewed over 197 million times. It set a record for the most online views in a single day, when it launched. Why? Do we just fear clowns that much? BILL: I think it's huge for an older generation. Do you remember the original? ALEXANDER: I never saw the original. BILL: But did people talk about it in school? ALEXANDER: Yeah. BILL: I remember It being the scariest thing that existed for a kid. There were other horror films, like Friday the 13th or Halloween, but this was the really scary one because it was children and a clown. So many people go, "That film really destroyed my childhood," or, "I hated clowns after that." Hopefully, there will be a lot of 10-year-olds who will be traumatized forever based on my performance. [laughs] ALEXANDER: Is it R-rated? BILL: It probably will be, yeah. ALEXANDER: So those 10-year-old kids won't be able to see it then. BILL: Well, no, but— ALEXANDER: They'll still be traumatized by the poster. BILL: But not even that. The movies that they're not allowed to see are the movies that they're going to really want to see. ALEXANDER: Does it feel good knowing that kids around the world for decades to come will have nightmares about you? BILL: It's a really weird thing to go, "If I succeed at doing what I'm trying to do with this character, I'll traumatize kids." On set, I wasn't very friendly or goofy. I tried to maintain some sort of weirdness about the character, at least when I was in all the makeup. At one point, they set up this entire scene, and these kids come in, and none of them have seen me yet. Their parents have brought them in, these little extras, right? And then I come out as Pennywise, and these kids—young, normal kids—I saw the reaction that they had. Some of them were really intrigued, but some couldn't look at me, and some were shaking. This one kid started crying. He started to cry and the director yelled, "Action!" And when they say "action," I am completely in character. So some of these kids got terrified and started to cry in the middle of the take, and then I realized, "Holy shit. What am I doing? What is this? This is horrible." ALEXANDER: Was this your first interaction with a child where you realized how terrifying it would be for them? BILL: Yeah. But then we cut, and obviously I was all, "Hey, I'm sorry. This is pretend." [laughs] ALEXANDER: Last question: Have you called Mom? BILL: Um, I haven't called her today, no. ALEXANDER: No? Call Mom.

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HOLLYWOOD MOBSTERS Starring Bill Skarsgard and his family ch 5

ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 6 ch 7

Warnings: violence discussed, cussing, angst, fluff

Bunny’s new routine "Wicked Games you play, I don't wanna feel this way"

Bunny team pole dance POLE DANCING TO DARK HORSE- Katy Perry

Photos from esquire Singapore September 2019, Calvin Klein, IMDB and Ejalo’s Instagram

Bunny is back at the club by six thirty the next night as she said she would be. She uses her key to get inside. Its still dark as if no one is around. She flips on the light. In the center of the table area is dinner set for two. As Bunny walks closer to the table, she sees the white roses in the center.

“They are a peace offering, “Bill walked out from the side hall that led back to the dressing rooms. Office and bedrooms. “I have no excuse for how I acted last night. You know I have been through some shit. I’m sorry I was acting inappropriately.”

“Come sit down Bill,” Bunny sat at the table making a motion for him to sit across from her. “I have read first sessions often don’t go smoothly. After dinner we will go to the office to talk about everything on your mind. In here we keep it casual, alright?”

Bill sits down and snaps his fingers, “That’s fine with me.” A dish with a cracker and dab of caviar was placed in front on them. “You said you have expensive tastes.”

The cork on a five-thousand-dollar bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992 was popped by the server. She handed it to Bill before going to get the next course of their meal. Bill poured the wine.

Bunny had never had caviar before. “I did say that, didn’t I?” She giggled. When she tasted the caviar, she tried her best not to show the reaction. It was not a pleasant taste in her opinion. But it was only a small bit of salty and fishy. Then it popped in her mouth which extenuated the taste. She thought she could smell it in her brain. She took a big gulp of wine to get the flavor out of her mouth.

“Thirsty?” Bill chuckled.

She smirked, “First time I tried caviar. I guess its like I have heard, it is a required taste. Great wine. Alex had shown me the wine cellar. I know this one is one of the better bottles in the family collection.”

Bill nods, “Its my favorite really so I don’t save it for a special occasion. I always keep some at our…” He looked down and took a deep breath. “Genna liked it also.”

“I know it is difficult right not, but you should think back on things like the wine with happiness not sadness.” The server brought out a caprese salad for them and took the caviar dishes. “There will be so much in your life that reminds you of her. I hope the memories are all happy ones.”

“Yeah,” Bill’s fork tassels around a cherry tomato. He doesn’t look up at her. “It hurts my chest to think of them right now. Maybe someday the memories can bring a smile to my face instead of sadness to my heart.”

“I know they will Bill,” She takes a bite of mozzarella and tomato. “Great salad choices. Why don’t you ask me questions? I will be encouraging you more in the office.”

Bills eats a bite before talking, “How long have you been a dancer?”

“I have been here since Alex opened the place.” She takes another bite. “I have been in dance classes since I was four. After I started taking a pole dancing class for fun, I saw this job opening and applied. It feels great to entertain people. To help them through their day much like helping people mentally as a psychiatrist in a way. Maybe I like the attention as long as no one tries to touch me. It probably stems from not getting enough attention when I was younger. I often self-analyze.” She laughed.

“So, you have middle child syndrome also?” Bill tops off their wine glasses and takes a sip. “I don’t really have an issue with it anymore, but I can relate to things seeming like you don’t get much attention because there are three siblings order and three younger.”

“No, I am an only child.” She sipped her wine as the server came out with filet mignon and baked potatoes. The server took the salad plates and left. “My Father died when I was four. My Mother was never an affectionate person like he was to me. At least I remember the feeling of him doting on me. I know my Mother tried but some people just can’t…she took care of my needs the best she could. I never went without basics, but I didn’t get the attention I was used to without him.

Her boyfriends that came and went gave me the wrong attention starting when I was just ten years old. I didn’t know any better than to love being fawned over again until they hurt me, and she blamed me each and every time. I know it was not my fault. I know she just needed attention also. But it was still wrong of her to believe these men couldn’t control themselves because a young girl was tempting them.”

“Fucking pedophiles,” Bill grumbled. “I’m sorry that happened to you. But you don’t seem to be fucked up because that.”

“I dealt with it all long ago,” Bunny finished her glass of wine. “To be honest I don’t think most men can control their urges.”

“That’s bullshit,” Bill spat. “Its some sicko that got people thinking that was true. I know all you told me is really personal about your past, but can I ask you something about your adult life?”

“Shoot, I think we can keep each others secrets.” The server brought them California cheesecake. “This is my favorite desert ever.” She licks her lips before savoring a bite slowly.

Bill just stares a moment, “You ever been in a good relationship since all that shit. I mean I thought my brother fucked all the girls here at some point.”

“I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much.” She sits up proud with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sure you can Bunny,” He let it go at that but thought it was a little sad she was not enjoying intimacy with the physical pleasure she might be giving herself.

They went to Alex’s office. Because of all Bunny told Bill about her past he felt comfortable opening up to her. She sat at the desk. He ended up laying on the lounge his legs bent over the edge with his feet touching the floor. A few times he watched how her legs crosses and looked away guiltily up at the ceiling. She bit her lip squirming in her seat a little as he discussed some of his best sexual experiences with Genna. It was her that told him it was good to remember some good memories.

“How are you feeling now Bill?” Bunny asked as they were wrapping up the session.

“My chest doesn’t feel so tight.” He sat up on the edge of the chair. “My chest still hurts but its more just from the bullet bruise not a mental pain.”

“That will probably hurt a few more weeks.” She got up and sat beside him. “You want to get together tomorrow night before or after I dance? We have a new group dance we have been practicing at my home studio. I need to go meet the girls there in half hour, but I think we are ready.”

Bill looked at her. His breath hitched. His lips felt dry, so he licked them and looked away before answering. “Yeah, how about after if you’re not too exhausted?”

She watched him closely maybe too closely as he licked his dry lips. Her heart fluttered. “I’m usually pretty hyper after actually. You going to come watch?”

Bill turn back to look in her eyes. With a whispery husky voice he said, “Yes.”

They were just staring at each other breathing a little heavily as Alex walked in the door, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were still talking in here.” He grinned. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Bunny got up, “No Daddy. Were done for now. I have to go meet the girls to practice a new routine. I think your going to love it.” She giggled. “See you tomorrow night Bill.” She rushed off. Alex lifted his eyebrow, “So, you are getting along with Bunny better now?”

“Yeah, I feel a little better about things.” Bill stood so his big brother was looming over him so much. “How’s Gustaf?”

“Sam says he can’t go do any drops for the family for a while, but his fractured rib and bruising will heal.” Alex thought his little brother seemed a bit nervous. Maybe he did interrupt something. “Your seeing Bunny after her performance tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” Bill said defensively. “You wanted me to talk with her. We want to talk more after her performance.”

“I guess to damaged souls will drift together.” Alex suggested. “Just be good to her. She’s been though a lot more shit than you can imagine.”

“She told me everything,” Bill stood right up to his brother. “We are just talking.”

“You know its ok to still need love Bill.” Alex already sensed something between Bunny and Bill before they even knew themselves. “Genna wouldn’t want you to go with love. She knows how much you love her.”

Bill got a lump in his throat, “that’s what Bunny said. I need a shower before turning in.”

Alex chuckled, “I bet you do.”

“Shut up,” Bill grumbled as he left the room.

The next day at work Bill could not get Bunny out his head. The way she walked, how she ate, and the calming affect she had on him when they talked. He could not wait to see her dance again as he replayed her last dance in his head. Her legs wrapping around him instead of the pole. Up over his should as she swung freely near his waist. Oh fuck, he thought to himself as he sat in his enclosed office with the window over-looking the city. His door was locked for the third time today as his hand attempted to gratify his needs. But he was craving so much more than he could give himself.

Bunny was not having it any better. She tossed and turned half the night. Thinking of Bill’s eyes, the way he would look at her and look away so quickly, the way he made her heart flutter in her chest. The way they almost…no, she shook head. Even her favorite toy could not ease what was building inside her. She felt frustrated so she did what always helped her relax. She danced. She picked a new solo song and practiced until she could not stay awake. Sleep crept over her not waking her until mid-afternoon Saturday.

She went to the club at six. The first group performance would be at nine and her new solo that she worked on at three in the morning would be performed ten minutes after. She practiced the group dance with the girls several times before the bar was ready to open. They all seemed ready.

Alex came out to look over a few things, “Evening ladies.”

“Evening Daddy,” they all said drinking some bottles of water at the bar.

Bunny looked around anxiously while she drank her water.

“He will be here, Bunny,” Alex smiled.

“What? Who?” Bunny blushed.

“Bill doesn’t get off work until eight baby girl,” Alex thought it was adorable how she was fidgeting. “He called me this afternoon to make sure I told you he would be here because he said he would watch you dance.”

“Oh, alright,” She tried to act cool. “Its not a big deal or anything. Just a few new dances.”

Alex grins, “ I can’t wait to see ladies. Go on and get ready to mingle the door will be opening soon.”

They all said, “Yes, Daddy.” And scurried off to the dressing room.

After Bunny got into the pink shorts with a fluffy tail and a mid-drift bunny’s gentlemen’s club t-shirt she mingled with guest like the other girls. Bunny gave a few dances in a private rooms to a couple and a few guys. As she was heading for a costume change for the group dance she saw Bill grabbing a drink at the bar. She smiled not even realizing it.

Bunny and the girls take their places on the dark stage. Dark Horse by Katy Perry starts to play as the lights on stage go up. Bill watches Bunny as he nurses his drink. The crowd gives the girls a standing ovation . When they finish, they smile and bow before mingling again. All except for Bunny who goes towards the dressing rooms to get ready for her solo

She almost bumps right into Bill when he cuts her off, “That was amazing, Bunny.”

She looks up at him biting her lower lip, “Thanks Bill. I am going to change. I have a solo in ten minutes. But I’ll see you after?”

“Yes,” He moves out of her way so she can get through.

There is something that in the tone of his voice that sends chills through her body. She drinks a bottled water and calms getting back in her dance mindset. She needs to be focuses when she goes to do this.

She comes out on stage. The spotlight shines on her. She is wearing a cloak and slowly takes the hood off during the beginning music interlude of Wicked Games. She walks to the back of the stage as the vocal start. Back towards the audience she reveals herself. Everyone voices their approval. Her black outfit showing plenty of skin as she starts to dance using the pole with extreme grace and balance.

Bill’s eye are wide and his mouth slightly agape.

Bunny pulls herself up the pull as the lyrics say, No I don’t wanna fall in love, She opens her legs holding the pole. She hangs upside down as the lyrics continue, with you. She slides down the pole upside down. This really excites the customers and Bill. What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way…the song continues as she works her way up the pole, around and does some impressive acrobatic work mid-air. She slunk off the stage to another pole in the center of the floor. Her body flies around it. She curls her legs around the pole spinning from the top. Her legs open wide as she spins.

As she is finishing the room is full of hooting and hollering but all she hears is Bill yell, “Bravo.”

She smiles and bows. Walks off towards the bar.

Bill meets her halfway. Takes her hands in his between them both, “I don’t either. How about we don’t fall in love together?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

They make their way to a bedroom. He shuts and locks the door. “Don’t want my brother interrupting us.” Bill pushes Bunny up against the wall kissing her passionately. They take a breath as she pulls his black t-shirt off and unbuckles his belt. “Not rough ok?”

“Just slow and easy Bunny.” He moves her over to the bed laying her down as he kisses her neck. “You need to learn how good sex can be for you. You are so beautiful. So talented. So, smart.” He kiss her lips as he gets his pants and boxers down showing he is already hard. He tries to figure out how to get her outfit off. “Hey a little help? Not sure how get this sexy outfit off you.”

“Just untie the neck.” She said breathlessly, chest heaving. A pool between her legs wanting him. A new sensation for her.

He found where the tie was and undid it. The outfit practically fell off. He put her legs over his shoulder, “I love a tightly groomed pussy.” He went down.

She laid back closing her eyes, “Bill I never…Oh aww…”

“I figured no one ever went down on you since you said no one ever cared enough to make you come.” Bill licked his lips. “But you will always come first with me.” He goes back down. His tongue gliding over her slit. Then darting in and out of her hole tasting her deeply.

Bunny’s pleasure builds as he works her up. “Oh, shit I never, oh…felt like this, oh my … Bill.”

Bill looks up at her, “You can pull at my hair or tangle your fingers in it if you want. I like that.”

“Alright, just keep going,” Bunny begged. When his tongue hit her clit, it was all over. He sucked on it and she practically pulled his hair out when she came. “Yes,” she murmured as her hips pushed into his face with her orgasm. She was never very vocal.

Bill moved up over her. Her slickness making his face shiny. “How was that bunny? Can I give you another?”

All she got out was a faint, “yes”

He groaned low as he slowly pushed into her. She looked away laying still waiting for this part to be over.

“Hey Bunny, look at me.” Bill said concerned with her change in enthusiasm. “I can stop if you want.” He was serious but really did not want to stop. He moved slow and steady. Look at me and be in the moment with me. move how I see you move on stage.” He was sweating.

Bunny looked at him whimpering. She started to move with him. She did not want to speak. She thought he needed to get something out of this evening. Then he hit a spot inside no one had ever reached before. Her eyes flew open wide. She moaned in pleasure, “Bill right…Oh damn right there, Bill.”

Bill laced his finger through hers. “Good.” He went a bit harder, “Come for me Bunny. I know you are feeling this like I am, come for me and I’ll pull out.”

“I’m, Oh aww, birth control,” She tries telling him she is on birth control as her eyes roll to the back over head. Her second orgasm of the night rolling over her body in waves.

Bill hopes he understood her correctly. He continues until he cum with a groan of satisfaction. He slows brushing some sweaty out of Bunny’s face, “I told you sex could be good with two people. He laid beside her a moment before pulling her in close for comfort. “I have no problem with masturbation, but you have to admit this was so much better.”

“Yeah,” is all she could get out.

“Stay the night with me, alright,” He really enjoyed just holding her close. He hated sleeping alone.

All she could murmur was, “yes.”

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Snow in Hollywood Chapter 2

@tephi101 @sweet-teekorbs chapter 2 warnings: extreme cuteness and adorableness, brothers teasing each other, delayed affection, a bit of romance starting.

Chapter 2

When you get off the plane you are exhausted. You head towards a pickup area. You get a text with a photo. It says:

I’m Alex. Dad said to wait by the car for you.

When you go through the exit you see him leaning against a black town car with a happy smile on his face. As soon as you get close enough for him to realize you are who he is waiting for he walks over and envelops you in a big hug. He grabs your bookbag.

Alex says, “High Snow. Its great to meet you. You are going to love it here.”

He opens the passenger door for you, and you get in feeling a little overwhelmed by his happy personality. He puts your backpack in the trunk and gets in to drive. He continues to talk to you on the way to your new home.

Alex said, “I am happy you are here. All my brothers live in a big house on the hill. I think the house could really use a feminine presence. My Dad said you haven’t had a good day, but we will make sure you never have a bad day while you are staying with us.”

Yawning you say, “Thanks.”

Alex said, “Oh I bet you are tired and exhausted. I just got off work so I think I will sleep really good when I hit that pillow, but I will make sure you are all tucked in, in the guest bedroom first…”

That’s the last you hear before dozing of to sleep in the car. You wake up a little as he carries you into the house. You hear him talking to one of his brothers.

Sam says, “Is she ok? I can check her out before I head to the hospital for my shift.”

Alex says, “No need Doc. She is just exhausted from her travels. I’ll tuck her in the guest room.”

Your eyes flutter opened a moment looking up at Alex.

Alex said, “Don’t worry Princess. You are safe. That was just my brother Sam. He’s a Doctor.”

Alex tucks you into the cozy bed. You see someone else leaning against the door as you snuggle under the covers. You hear Alex talking to the guy at the door before you dose off to sleep.

Alex says, “Let her rest you dope. You can meet her in the morning. How are the little ones? Is Ossian able to sleep with his sniffles?”

Bill says, “Yeah the kids are fine. Sam gave Ossian something to help him rest but his pillow is so snotty it’s disgusting.”

He pulls his brother away from the door so he can close it.

Bill say, “She’s really, pretty isn’t she?”

Alex says, “Yeah she’s cute but Dad wants us to protect her, so no being creepy.”

Bill says, “I’m not creepy. You’re creepy.”

Alex chuckles and heads to check on the kids before going to bed. Before heading to bed Bill peaks in on you one more time.

In the morning you wake to the banging of pots and pans but also the delicious smell of bacon and egg and waffles. You know you must look a mess. You peak out of the room and walk down the hall towards the noise. When they see you everything stops and they all stare.

You say, “Good morning fellows. Point me in the direction or the restroom?”

Gustaf says, “You all woke her up. Aren’t things bad enough for her. She couldn’t even sleep in her first night here.”

Alex says, “Don’t be so grumpy Gustaf. Good morning Snow. I hope you slept well. The shower is across the Livingroom, down that hall. Second door on your right.”

Bill said, “Um I I can show you if you would like Princess.?”

His big eyes kind of linger on you but kind of looking away from you also. Like they are looking two different directions. Gustaf slaps him upside the head.

Gustaf says, “She doesn’t need help to shower dopey.”

You laugh and head across the room with your bookbag in tow. One of the kids sneezes three times.

You say, “Bless you.”

The child says, “Thank you pretty Princess.”

You say, “Your welcome young prince.”

Alex comes over to the child with a fresh box of tissues and encourages him to blow his nose.

Alex said, “Ok sneezy blow. It was very nice of you to thank the Princess, Ossian.”

Ossian, “Are you sure she’s a Princess Biggest Brother. Her hair was pretty crazy looking. She was a hot mess.”

Everyone laughed.

Alex said, “Where did you hear that term Hot Mess?”

The eight-year-old shrugged.

Alex said, “Well all girls are Princesses until they get married. Then they are the Queen of their household.”

Ossian said, “So, our sister is a Queen?”

Alex said, “Yes, she is a Queen and also our Mother is a Queen.”

Ossian said, “So, Daddy is the King and we are all Princes.”

Alex said, “I guess you can say that.”

Ossian said, “Cool.”

He sneezed a few more times. Alex gave him another tissue.

After your shower, you come out in a royal blue sweatshirt over a red tank top and a yellow skirt. Everyone is sitting down gobbling down their breakfast. All except for Kolbjorn who is asleep his face sideways laying on his highchair table with Cheerios sticking to the side of his face. Bill jumps up and pulls out an empty chair for you. You sit down and smile at him.

You say, “Thank you. I think someone over there is ready for a nap.”

Ossian said, “Not me princess. I am not sleeping in my breakfast like Kolbjorn.”

Gustaf grumbles, “I’ll take sleepy to his bed.”

Alex said, “Thank you Gustaf. Snow let me introduce you to everyone. Gustaf just took Kolbjorn to take a nap. Sam is on my right. This big boy on my left is Ossian.”

Ossian sneezes than says, “I’m eight so I don’t take naps like my little brother. He’s five.”

You say, “Bless you Ossian. You are quite sneezy.”

Ossian says, “I got a cold but my next to second biggest bother Sam got me medicine and I feel better. I am just sneezy.”

The one hiding under his hoodie is Valter. He is a little bashful. The dopey guy to your right next to you is Bill.”

You look at the brothers around the table with a polite smile on your face. You then look at the variety of food in the middle of the table. The adult men are all over six-foot tall. You are not even close to that tall, but you guess that is why their father thought they would be good protectors.

Sam said, “I have to get a little sleep before heading back to work. It was nice to meet you Snow.”

You said, “It was nice to meet you also Sam. This is sure a lot of variety for breakfast.”

Alex said, “I wasn’t sure what you would want so I cooked a little bit of everything. We had some so go ahead and take what you want before my brothers devour the rest.”

They all seem to be watching you as you grab a waffle and some strawberries to go on it. When you start to eat the chaos of them all grabbing for the food in the middle of the table ensues. You laugh watching them. When it looks like everyone is finished you stand up and start cleaning up the dishes.

Alex said, “Ok everyone time to clean up. We can’t let the Princess do all our dirty work. Valter get your underwear off the Livingroom couch. We have a lady living with us now.”

Valter blushes and runs into the living room and grabs his underwear and a few other things of his and runs to his room. You stack the dishes. You can’t believe there is no food to throw away or save. They ate it all after you got your breakfast. Ossian starts picking up his toys from everywhere.

Ossian says, “Can we sing the Cleanup song biggest brother?”

Gustaf say, “Oh no please no.”

Alex starts singing, “Clean up, clean up, ever body clean up. Everyone do their share. Stada upp, stada upp, standigt stada upp, Kroppen alla gor sin dar…”

Ossian is singing along happily.

Gustaf say, “No, you didn’t even start on the Swedish singing.”

You laugh and sing along as best you can while you start to do the dishes. Alex just sings louder and into Gustaf’s face. Gustaf grumbles as he cleans but, in a moment, you hear him singing fainting under his breath. Bill brings some dishes from the Livingroom to the kitchen. He hovers behind you quietly for a moment not sure if he should interrupt you or not.

Alex says, “Less stalking more working Bill.”

He continues singing fluctuating between English and Swedish. You are sing along when Bill taps you on the shoulder. You jump.

Bill says, “Um sorry I scared you Princess. I Uh found some more dishes. I can help you clean them if you uh um want help.”

You look up to him and smile. He seems a bit, what did Alex call him, dopey but really adorable. And you know he didn’t mean to scare you. You take the dishes from him and put them in the water. He rubs his hands together. Then he kind of brushes his pants off with his hands.

You say, “Sure you can help Bill. Why don’t you dry while I wash?”

Bill said, “Yeah, I can do that.”

Gustaf notices Bill helping you. He nudges Alex who shrugs and continues singing. You start singing again. You bump Bill. He fumbles a cup but catches it before it falls.

Gustaf said, “Don’t break any more dishes Bill.” He then laughed.

Bill said, “I know I’m an idiot. I’ll be more careful. You could always help her instead.”

Gustaf said, “No, no you keep doing your thing over there. I wouldn’t want to interrupt.”

You said, “now, boys. Bill you are not an idiot. You are perfectly fine. I bumped you so you almost dropped a cup, but you caught it fine.” You get on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. You say, “Gustaf stop harassing your brother like that.”

Gustaf says, “I always harass him. It shows him I care.”

Alex finally stops singing. He looks around the room. Then he picks up Ossian. Ossian laughs.

Alex says, “Time to get cleaned up little man. How about you go to set with me today?”

Ossian said, “No thank you. I want to stay and protect my Princess.” He whispers in Alex’s ear, “She’s going to be my Queen when I get old like Dad.”

Alex holds back a chuckle. He says, “Bill you think you can hold down the fort while me and Gustaf go to set? Ossian will of course help you.”

You say, “I can help with your younger brothers Bill.”

Bill says, “Thank you Princess. I guess we got this Alex.”

You say, “Bill you can call me Snow.”

As he put the last dish away Bill said, “Well, its just um you know, you look like a Princess so is it cool I call you that? I uh don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I just um..”

Putting your hand on his arm you say, “Its fine you call me Princess.” You let the water out of the sink and start cleaning the sink. You say, “If I’m a Princess perhaps some day my Prince will come.”

You start humming Someday My Prince Will Come as you dry your hands. As you keep humming Ossian comes in and you start to dance with him. Bill watches you. Alex comes out and sees Bill looking pouty. He goes over and nudges him.

Alex whispers, “Go cut in little brother. Ossian will have to get use to that sooner or later, it might as well be sooner.” As Alex and Gustaf head out the door Alex announces, “We will probably be back late. Have a happy day.”

Ossian runs over to his brothers who are leaving to say goodbye. Bill goes up to You.

Bill says, “I will dance with you Princess.”

You say, “Ok”

You beginning to hum a different tune. For some reason it’s the song from Lady and the Tramp when the dogs eat at the Italian place. It just popped into your head. Your left hand reaches up to rest on Bill’s shoulder. Your right hand gets swallowed up in his huge hand and you both dance a bit around the living room as you hum. He has a big dopey smile on his face. You smile up at him. Ossian runs over getting in between you. You stop humming.

Ossian says, “Hey that’s my Princess Billy. She was dancing with me first.”

Bill unhands you and bows to his little brother. You try not to laugh.

Bill says, “As you wish little Prince.”

You do laugh at that as you say, “I think I should go check on Kolbjorn. We can all watch a movie. Do you think Valter would like to join us?”

Bill shrugs. You shake your head as you head to where you saw Alex take Kolbjorn. He is just sitting on the floor playing with some toys. You sit across from him on the floor and smile. He hands you a pink truck.

Kolbjorn says, “It’s a Princess truck. Its Pink but its my favorite truck. My biggest brother wears pink and he is really cool.”

You say, “Yes, guys that wear pink are really cool.”

You push the car around a little and Kolbjorn picks another car to push beside yours.

You say, “I was thinking we could watch a movie with Bill, Ossian and maybe Valter, how does that sound?”

Kolbjorn jumps up and runs out of the room as he says, “I’ll get him.”

You jump up laughing and follow him to Valter’s room. Kolbjorn has jumped on him and they are play wrestling. It looks like Valter is losing. You stand at the door completely amused.

You say, “I don’t mean to interrupt but I wanted you to come watch a movie with us Valter.”

He stops wrestling his little brother and seems embarrassed you caught him being playful. Kolbjorn gets up and grabs Valters hand pulling him to go.

Kolbjorn says, “Come on second big brother. Let’s watch a movie with the Princess. She likes my Pink truck because it’s a very cool pink truck.”

Valter chuckles and gets up to let his little brother pull him to the living room. You follow. When you get to the living room you sit on the opposite end of the loveseat as Bill. The kids sit between you both crawling on him as he tries to tickle them. Valter sits in an over sized chair.

You say, “So, what should we watch.”

Ossian, “Can we watch the scary clown movie since biggest brother isn’t here?”

Laughing Bill says, “No, I was thinking Lady and the Tramp since that is what our Princess was humming.”

You blush. You can’t believe he knew that tune just from you humming it.

Ossian says, “Does that have kissing? Kissing is yucky, isn’t it Valter?”

Blushing Valter says, “No, I can’t agree with you on that one little brother,”

Bill says, “Its about doggies. We all love doggies, right.”

Both kids jump up and down on him screaming, “Yea, doggies.”

Bill glances over at you a few times during the movie. You pretend not to notice. Valter is hiding in his hoodie pretending not to watch the movie but he secretly loves it.

Kolbjorn falls asleep snuggling up on Bills lap. Ossian looks disgusted at the TV.

Ossian says, “They’re kissing. Why are those dogs kissing? It’s disgusting.”

You, Bill and Valter laugh.

Bill says, “They are kissing because they are on a date and really like each other.”

Ossian crinkles his nose showing his displeasure for such a thing. The movie ends.

Bill says, “I think it is reading time Ossian. Do you want to read me a book or read silently in your room for a while?”

Ossian says , “I will read in my room. I don’t want to see any more kissing on my TV.”

Chuckling Bill says, “Yes sir.”

Ossian stomps off to his room.

Valter says, “I’m going to play videos games.”

Bill says, “Maybe you should call your girlfriend to.”

Valter blushes and runs off to his room.

You say, “So, what do you usually do at this time of day?”

Shrugging Bill says, “I don’t know. Just stuff, I guess. Let me put Kolbjorn down for a nap. Then we can take a walk around the grounds if you want?”

You say, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

You straighten up the love seat and go freshen up in the bathroom while Bill puts the little one down for a nap. You hear him check in on Ossian.

Bill says, “I’m going to take a walk. If you need anything just go, ask Valter.”

Then you hear him talking to Valter.

Bill says, “Hey I’m going to show Snow the grounds. You have the kids for a few minutes?”

Valter says, “Sure man, whatever. Good luck.”

Bill said, “We are just going for a walk.”

Valter said, “Ok, whatever you say. I got the rugrat.”

You wait to hear Bill head down the hall before you walk out of the bathroom. You don’t want him to really know you heard him with his brother. When you enter the livingroom, he is just standing there rubbing his hands together looking down. He reaches up to rub his neck when he sees you.

Bill says, “Oh hey um you ready for that walk?”

Smiling you say, “Sure, do you think I need my sweatshirt?”

Bill says, “Nah, you’re in Hollywood now. Its seven-five degrees. It might even get into the 90s today. It’s not like the cold Fall days in Ohio.”

He heads to the door and opens it. He motions for you to walk out first. You walk out and he shuts the door behind you both. You look around as you walk beside him. He puts his hands in his jean pockets.

You say, “How do you know about the weather right now in Ohio?”

Bill says, “I was filming in Cleveland last week. It was snowing already. It was kind of beautiful through the windows. And atleast it doesn’t get dark in the states for three months straight. That’s why I like it hear in the fall and winter.”

You say, “That must be a little scary.”

Bill says, “No, it doesn’t scare me. I can’t think of anything that really scares me.”

You walk with him in silence for a few moments. Then you decide to ask about, what you would consider, the compound.

You say, “So, with the high walls and dome over us I guess you all value your privacy?”

Bill says, “Yeah.”

He has his hands out of his pockets and he is fidgeting not keeping his hands from rubbing together, rubbing down his arms and pant legs. You think these nervous little ticks are adorable. But you don’t dare bring to his attention you notice since it might embarrass him. You trip on a stick in the yard and start to fall backwards. Bill catches you. You have your arms around his neck. You look at him both of you have eyes wide staring at each other in the moment.

Bill says, “I got you Princess.”

You say, “Thank you Bill.”

You stand back up. When the two of you are walking you reach for his hand and he holds yours. You walk around the back of the property and you see a nice sized pool with a slide and diving board, a roped off area for the kids and a hot tub.

You say, “To bad I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

Bill says, “We don’t have bathing suits either.”

You say, “Oh.”

Bill says, “If you want to take a swim after lunch, the kids would probably love that.”

Blushing at the thought you say, “Maybe.”

The two of you sit on the day bed swing.

Bill says, “I have this work party to go to this weekend. It is a Masquerade Ball thing my manager thinks I should parade around at so more writers and directors see how I interact with people or some shit like that. Do you want to go?”

His big green eyes look so expectant as he looks to you for an answer. You smile holding his gaze.

You say, “I didn’t bring anything that fancy.”

Bill says, “Don’t worry about that. I can make some calls and get you a dress that flatters your beauty and everything you would need for the Ball. I mean if you um really want to go with me.”

His little nervous ticks start up again. You grab both his hands.

You say, “I would love to go with you to this Ball.”

He leans closer to you. Your heart beat a bit faster as you lean closer to him and close your eyes. Ossian jumps on the swing between you.

Ossian says, “Valter won’t make me lunch. I’m starving to death here. You can make me lunch, right Bigger brother?

Bill jumps up and puts Ossian on his shoulders as he walks toward the backdoor of the house. You get up and follow them letting out a big sigh.

Bill said, “Of course I will. Is Kolbjorn up and ready for lunch to?”

Osscian said, “Yes, but he had to poop so he didn’t come get you with me. Can we play outside after lunch?”

Bill said, “sure we can.”

He throws Osscian off his shoulder on to the oversized chair. Bill heads to the kitchen. You sit down on the love seat and kind of watch what Bill is doing in the kitchen and kind of watch Osscian bouncing on the chair. Valter comes into the living room with Kolbjorn. The kids sit on the floor playing with some trucks. Valter goes into the kitchen with Bill. You can’t hear what they are saying but they are pushing each other around and laughing. Valter throws a bag of chips from the cupboard on the table as Bill makes some sandwiches. He cuts one in half and puts each half on the kids’ plates. He cuts another one in half and puts half on a plate for himself. He makes a whole one for Valter.

Bill says, “Princess, I made turkey sandwiches with lettuce, tomato and mayo, do you want a whole one or a half?”

You say, “Just a half is fine, thank you.”

You bring the kids to the table. Osscian want to sit between you and Bill of course. Kolbjorn sits between Bill and Valter. Valter is getting use to you a bit more so he isn’t hiding in his hoodie as he eats. Bill gets a half handful of chips for the kids before he gets any for himself.

Bill said, “We will go play outside after lunch. I’ll make those calls to get you ready for the Ball Princess when we are sitting back on the swing,”

You eat a chip and pull a small part of your sandwich off to eat and nod in agreement.

Osscian said, “But no kissing. Kissing him is gross Princess. You don’t want to do that.”

You turn beat red.

Valter says, “Eat your lunch or you will stay inside with me while I talk to my girlfriend on phone instead of playing outside with Snow and Bill.”

Both kids say, “Ewww.”

Valter and Bill laugh at them. After lunch you head outside with Bill and the kids. Bill walks around as he calls a few people as you chase the kids around and end up swinging with Kolbjorn in your lap. Occasionally, Bill looks over and smiles at the way you are playing with the kids. Bill comes over and takes your hand leading you to the day bed swing. You sit down with him. The kids are happily running around screaming and laughing as they play tag.

Bill says, “I was able to find a stylist that doesn’t mind working a last-minute miracle for you. He’s like the fairy Godmother for starlets out here. The thing is you must be there at four in the morning so he can work his magic in twenty-four hours. Also, you will have to choose an off the rack dress since he will not have time to make you an original. I have a spa lunch set up for after that for both of us. I just added you as a guest at the spa I go to before events. I hope this is all cool with you and not to overwhelming.

You say, “It does sound over whelming but very fun also. Thank you for setting it up.”

Playing with your small hands in his large hands he says, “Your welcome Princess.”

He leans into you and then looks to see if the kids are watching. Of course, they are watch and they decide to join the two of you on the swing. Bill tickles them both as you sit back and laugh a little. He is wonderful with his little brothers even if you are repeated interrupted by them. You think eventually you will get some time to finish what you keep kind of starting, if you are not reading the situation more than he is meaning that is, right? Maybe tomorrow.

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