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⭐What's Your Next Glo UP?💜⭐

🤍WELCOME TO YOUR GLO UP ERA 🤍

LOADINGGG.........⭐NOW⭐ Piles 1-5

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SO EXCITED FOR YOU GUYS!! 1111

Pile 1😈

Hello welcome!

You could be having a lot of good sex in the future. You could be moving or visiting a new place, traveling a lot more. You can be getting a lot of new clothes, clothes of brighter colors, a spring wardrobe or summer wardrobe. Your body could be getting more fit so you need a new wardrobe to show off your new hips, is what I heard but your whole body in general. Teeth getting whiter. Your lips could be getting bigger. Maybe you get filler, plumping or you just find a really good lip combo that enhances your lips or something. Your head hair could be growing out a lot. If you had a bob or cut it could be growing out really fast so you can end up having long hair. I feel like if you do travel it's going to be well accommodated for. I see really nice hotel rooms, robes, places where they leave you slippers, just really nice places. If you're moving to a new place I can see you starting to map out what your bedroom is going to look like, what type of furniture you want. Your eyelashes might grow a lot as well, maybe you start using a new serum or something like that. You could become hairless? You could be entering a long distance relationship and maybe that's why you're traveling so much or you move. Your boobs or pecks might start sitting higher, if you start working out your chest area. Could be getting into yoga, you might just start being more flexible. You could also be getting new makeup products weekly is what I heard for some people but you could be trying out a lot of new products. So based on this you might have a windfall of money, more consistent money coming in or you meet somebody who starts to pay for your lifestyle. Pile one your manifestations are coming in. You could have daydreamed and manifested and scripted a lot of things that maybe you didn't see coming into the 3D but it's only because they were on Divine timing. Now is the time and all of these things might come in at once and it's going to happen fast too! Let go of any fear that you've had because all things you've been thinking about are coming in. Some of you could enter into the same sex relationship. 777

I am so happy for you pile one. You really are very deserving of this! When I tell you all your manifestations are coming in I mean it. The universe is rewarding you for your patience, drive and your good deeds. Yeah you're getting elevated in status, money and body. This could even happen overnight,  that's what it feels like. I feel like your next glo up is surrounded by the fact that you believed in yourself, you believed that you were a magical being that could manifest and that's exactly what happened. So now you don't have to live in the means of other people's expectations of you because people have no idea how much power you  generate! This is not a love reading but there's about three different people that are coming in for you, I guess that's part of your next glo up. You have three options to choose from, two for some ppl. One could be same-sex, the other two could be the opposite sex whatever resonates. I think two of these people are exes and this king of Wands is new and they're going to pop up out of absolutely nowhere. These are people who've been thinking long and hard about this, could be people you haven't spoken to in months. They want to have a conversation and hash it out. Your next glo up is that you are on everyone's todo list. Three people are coming in asking for some type of commitment.

Jamie Foxx - You Changed Me (Explicit) ft. Chris Brown

Pile 2🤯

Welcome

Your next glow up could be centered around you stepping more into your feminine energy. You could also be manifesting and receiving jewelry. Your hair could also be getting longer and you might be going out a lot more at night. Maybe you get invited on dinner dates often or just out to hang out with friends. I see this happening in the summer. You could end up visiting a place that you've never been before, and staying in a really nice house or you might have been to this place but you haven't seen it like how you will see it this specific time. Maybe you stay in a better place or you have a better view of the city wherever you're at.

Elhae, Masego - My City (Official Video) - YouTube Music

This started playing soon as I said that no lie omggggggg confirmation fr. Yes, somebody might invite you out to hang out with them and they show you a different side of this place that you've never seen before. You also could be getting a tan. You could be getting your eyelashes done professionally as well as your eyebrows. Your makeup skills could be getting a lot better. I see you getting out of the house way more than you were before. I mean you might be in your masculine energy working a lot not being able to take days off but no more of that. You definitely could be meeting someone new. I see you having a lot more time on your hands you might quit your job. I see you being able to wake up and have a cup of tea, do some yoga, hang out with your friends so much more. I also see you might go through a breakup if you're dealing with somebody now you will definitely be done with them by the summertime. Something will get exposed about this person about this situation, you might already know or have a feeling but something is going to happen. Someone might come to you woman to woman if you know what I mean.

But this is good news because it allows you to move forward and meet this next person that you'll be spending time with.  I see you sleeping a lot more having relaxing days while somebody else works to provide for you. Yes I am so happy for you pile 2. I see you having good sex, looking cute, dressing cute, drinking smoking,feeling carefree, really living that summer lifestyle. Stress-free, completely being selfish. You definitely have a soulmate coming in. Be careful you could conceive with this person very easily but yeah this is your forever person coming in. They've been manifesting this for a good moment so congratulations pile 2. You could be drawn to pile 4

You are THEE ICON!!

Chxrry22 - Wasteland (Official Music Video)

Pile 3👽

Welcome

You definitely are getting an overall body glow up pile 3. I see your body getting more fit having a pop star body. I also see you having better singing skills, This is a picture of Mariah Carey so she's like one of the best vocalists we have in her prime. You could be dressing more edgier, you could also change your hair color and getting a tattoo. You can be getting recognized a lot more, maybe you start to gain a lot of followers so people recognize you in person. Your hair looks better, I don't know if you are starting to get your hair done professionally but that's what it gives. You also can start getting your makeup done professionally. I see you starting to embody this 90s 2000s  aesthetic. More natural but also seductive. Yeah I see you attracting so many people, attracting so many different opportunities. Emphasis on birds so like I said before you're singing voice can get a lot stronger. I see you starting something new. This could be your first chapter in stardom that you're entering for some. You can get recognized for your singing, I just see you brainstorming with your friends about different things so different business endeavors or different opportunities that you can now manifest into your reality instantly. I feel like nothing is out of reach for you anymore. You being famous, you being a star, you being rich these things are not crazy for you anymore they're actually in reach. I see you following your dreams, following your passions in this next glow up. Someone might come in to help you follow these dreams and provide in whatever way that you need. But I just see all these dreams that you have had since you were a child, that maybe you never told anyone about because you thought people would laugh or would think were unattainable they're happening for you! Yeah I see you being everywhere! You're definitely changing your lifestyle. You can go from broke to rich overnight. You definitely have a soulmate coming in to help you fund this, making you into a star. You are this person's Muse and they are not letting you go ever. It's like they make money off of the stuff that they create about you and then they use that money to fund you into being a star as well. Your exs are going to be so sad, so excited for you pile 3!!!! Let me get an autograph plzzz!!

Tyla - Truth or Dare (Official Music Video)

Pile 4🤠

Welcome

Your next glow up could be you moving somewhere else with your family or your family house getting an upgrade. You could be reading a lot more and receiving a lot more information about various different topics. You could be traveling a lot more. You could be doing some solo traveling or traveling with your friends to places that are more serene. You could be trying out a lot more different hairstyles too. You could start dressing more your age is what I heard so take that as it resonates. You could be receiving clothes from people, passed down clothes that are very vintage and upper echelon. You could get a revenge glow up after a break up. I see you hanging out with your family more. Learning about your family history, where you come from, how strong your lineage is. You might also find out about your soul origin and some of your past lives. I see you trying out a lot of different lip looks as well. Yeah I just see you basically becoming more grounded in other things. You could have been in a relationship for a while so you were engulfed in that but I see your next go up you being surrounded by people that you love a lot and discovering who you truly are at your soul's core aka any dropping dead weight. I see your friends coming over more, you going to hang out with them, them supporting you, giving you gifts, hyping you up and making you feel loved. You could've broken up with this person so it's not as sad? I think you may be coming to terms with the fact that you deserve better in every aspect of your life. Everyone is very supportive of you. I think you love this person but you realize that your heart is somewhere else. My right hand started itching during this so confirmation. You could be coming into Union with a twin flame or a soulmate from the past. I'm guessing that you guys learned your lessons. This person has been manifesting this and I see it happening. I see you guys making love and letting your guards down. This energy feels very weightless. Like I said you've been grounded for a minute so it's time to just float away! You could conceive with this person so be careful. That's all spirit is letting me know so good luck pile 4 you deserve it. You could be drawn to pile 2

Chxrry22 - The Falls (Official Music Video)

Pile 5📸

Welcome

Pile 5 your next go up can definitely be a relationship. This feels like true genuine love that you go to sleep dreaming about and  wake up thinking about :) This person could be from your city for some people. You can feel like this person is completely different from you and they might appear so but you guys are really meant to be  together. This person could give you a glow, you both are glowing after dating. Your hair can get longer. This person's hair can get longer as well. Your dimples could get deeper from smiling so much? lol. You guys could get a tan together maybe you spend a lot of time outdoors or going on vacations. You will definitely be cuffed this summer. This definitely feels like a summer relationship. Long nights outside with this person, long walks, stargazing and talking for hours. You can meet this person this spring and you guys get more serious in the summer. This person could be giving you jewelry. If they play a sport or something they'll have you at their games or competitions whatever resonates. You could have been single for a long time before this. You definitely could be drawn to pile one. I see you getting a completely new wardrobe. You might get rid of almost everything in your closet and start fresh. I see your room getting upgraded, you can get your dream room and I see you traveling a lot.I see you packing a bag almost every weekend to go somewhere or to do something, you'll be flying a lot. You also could be starting something with your friends? A group or organization etc. I think you and your friends are finally energetically on the same level in whatever way that resonates so it's time for you guys to start a project together. You know when all your friends are doing different things in life and sometimes you guys are unaligned because of that but it seems like you and your friends will align perfectly. You could be doing a lot of stuff so moving on planes, trains or boats lol. You can go to different Islands that you have never been before to go on a vacation. This relationship can move really fast! It gives the energy of those posts on ig that are like” I need to meet someone now so we can be on a baecation by Friday. “This person exceeds your expectations. You guys both check off all the boxes for each other. This person could ask for some type of commitment at the end of the summer. So your next glow up is you being in a relationship with someone who is established. Very attractive, gets a lot of attention and people that want them but they only want you. You guys have true love and you're going to have so much fun. This person really adores. You will be Inseparable with this person this summer, you guys could hang out all the time and be attached to hip lol. This is definitely your soulmate so good luck pile five. You have found true love, congratulations!

Jade Novah - Trip (Official Music Video)

Justin Timberlake - Summer Love (Lyrics)

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Exothermic : chapter nine

Amalthea vs the Dinner Deal 

"I'm sorry... boys? I thought it was an unspoken rule for you to not do that. Nope, no boys. No dating-- no."

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"Uncle Charlie I really, really don't want to go back. Please don't make me suffer anymore. I am in pain. School makes my soul ache! It's quite unhealthy for a teenage girls soul to be aching!"

"Thea- bud, you need the education. If you didn't, I'd let you ditch and never look back. Not only that, but it's illegal for minors to not go to school- and that'd look really bad for me, a cop, to accomplice you in doing that. Now get off the floor and help me put away these groceries."

Amalthea scrunched her eyebrows together, huffing as she pushed herself to sit up from her previous spread eagle position on the kitchen floor.

"Are you seriously moping instead of helping your loving and supportive uncle who's back is hurting?"

"I'm a teenager Uncle Charlie, it's my right to mope as I please!" Thea remarked, crossing her arms and legs as she stayed seated on the floor.

"Also, absolutely not my fault you're ancient, oldie!" The teenager grumbled into her arms, head thrown down in despair.

"Hey! You know what-- just for that remark I'm never buying you the good chocolate milk ever again, Amalthea Swan." Charlie crossed his arms and turned away from the girl.

Amalthea gasped, snapping her head toward her uncle who took to unashamedly smirking.

"I've told you I love you so much and you could do nothing wrong ever, and that you're my favorite uncle, right? If not, here's your reminder."

"I have told you you're my favorite niece, right? If not, here's your reminder." Charlie walked passed the girl, handing her the jug of chocolate milk and a well used red cup she favored as a child.

"I'm your only niece, my guy." Thea poured the milky liquid into the cup she felt reminiscent of for a reason she could not distinguish.

"And I'm your only uncle-- you don't hear me complaining!" Charlie put the grocery bags in a cabinet for use later on, pecking Thea on the top of her head as he went to lounge in the living room.

Amalthea ignored him as she savored the chocolatey taste that her taste buds greedily welcomed with open arms.

Feeling her stomach rumble, the teen questioned her uncle on what was for dinner.

"We're getting Chinese food, 'member? A deals a deal. That is if you attempted to enjoy yourself and talk to people..." Charlie raised his eyebrows, a can of soda on his lips as he eyed Thea.

"Gotta be honest with you, I completely forgot about the deal. But, surprisingly enough, I defied all odds and spoke to exactly two people." Amalthea detested, placing her cup of chocolate milk on the small side table and curling up on the couch beside her uncle.

Charlie snorted a laugh, "and who might those people be?"

"Trevor Uley and Jackson King."

Charlie blinked slowly, looking at Thea from the side of his left eye. "I'm sorry... boys? I thought it was an unspoken rule for you to not do that. Nope, no boys. No dating-- no." He shook his head, staring at the teenager who was giggling at his unimpressed face.

"Relax. I don't even like them like that. I was forced into talking to them. Uley and I share all of our classes, so he showed me all around the place. King, he and I only share one class and lunch together. Not much to worry about. Honest!" Thea raised both of her hands, a grin being poorly hidden on her face.

Charlie huffed, grumbling things such as boys being stupid and nobody in Forks being good enough for his niece.

Both uncle and niece turned their attention back to the baseball game on screen, rooting for the opposite teams. Amalthea cheered whenever anything happened, considering she didn't know a damn thing about the game as Charlie pretending to not notice and joined in on her cheers.

After an hour of the duo deeply getting into their false competitive arguments, Charlie eventually made the call for food to be delivered.

Another half an hour passed by when the sound of a knock reverberated from the door, down the hallway, reaching the ears of the adult and teenager.

Rolling off of the couch with a grunt, Charlie took his wallet out of the pocket it was in and turned toward Thea in question. "You mind going to get Bells? Hopefully she'll finally wanna join us tonight."

Amalthea hesitantly nodded in approval, still angered by her cousin for abandoning her at a new school where she knew not one person.

Throwing herself onto the floor, Thea rolled her way to the staircase. Charlie jokingly sighed and shook his head in disappointment, turning to the high school boy delivering the food.

Dramatically stomping her way up the stairs that seemed to be endless, the teenager groaned her way to Isabella's shut door.

Knocking on the plain wood, Amalthea tapped her foot in impatience.

Ten seconds had passed before the girl got tired of waiting. She turned the silver knob to the right and rapidly pushed the door open, catching it only when she noticed it would make a loud noise as it hit the wall.

"You eating with your pops and I tonight? We got Chinese."

Bella Swan stared at her cousin with wide eyes, shakiness in her voice and a weak, uncertain smile placed on her face as she croaked out, "I, uh- not tonight. I have loads of homework to do still."

Amalthea shrugged and turned away from her cousin, shutting the door yet again as she walked toward the top step.

Charlie and his niece spent the duration of the meal speaking about what had happened throughout their days. The man talking about the boring paperwork he filled out - deciding it'd be best to not tell the girl about the murders taking place, as his niece talked about the annoying pubescent teenagers -who talk a lot and smell really bad, by the way!- she had to deal with all day.

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Kinda a filler chapter but o well lols. How're you all doing? Are you ready for spring break?

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[yamchaas]

Welcome back to Jessie Yamchaas drink and episode reviews- Today we will be reviewing- Episode 71 of Dragon ball Super and Green Tea topped with whipped cream cheese concoction I saw in a youtube video late last night that disturbed me, keep reading if either of these intrigue you-

First things first, I had to make my drink to accompany my episode rewatch, here he is in all his glory:

Looks wise? Not the prettiest drink, slightly “shreks swamp after the honeymoon” vibes, but looks don’t matter- it’s about the taste. Taste wise? This shit disgusting, what in the actual fuck- Janice, girl, you said this was nice in your video what is this- The whipped cream cheese sits on top of the bitter tea so your first sip is straight up just this weird cream cheese and then you get bitter tea and its fuckin bad- 0.5/5, won’t make again.

Okay now we have that horror out of the way lets move on to something less terrible, surely- Yamcha playing baseball :)

Okay, first things first- animation. WHERE THE HELL IS YAMCHA’S CAKE? WHERE HE FUCKIN THIGHS AND HIS BUTT AT? BASEBALL TIGHT PANTS ARE WONDERFUL BUT WHERE ALL THE MEAT GONE?? YAMCHA ALWAYS HAD MEAT BRO, HE ALWAYS HAD JUICY THIGHS BRO 😭- Okay but with that out of my system there no other glaring issues with the animation in this episode, sure some of the distant shots are funky but I’m not bothered too greatly by that, it’s actually fairly well done- I especially appreciate the scenes where they focus on Yamcha’s technique and of course the cool wolf shot sings to me so all and all no complaints beyond Yamcha being too small.

As for plot, Champa and Beerus are having a “friendly” match between universes 6 and 7, hijinks ensue- This is filler, there’s not much plot to speak on.

Utterly in love with the line from Yamcha that he left Tien and Chiaotzu behind, super funny and a nice little throwback to the Res F movie- Also, they’re married <3 But I do just have to say it does utterly flummox me that Tien is not included in this episode, there’s genuinely no reason for him not to be here and I can’t help but to imagine how fun the episode could have been if Tien was on the universe 6 team to even out the numbers- They never gave us the Yamcha/Tien rematch at the tournament so it could have been a fun way of giving us some kind of rematch and banter all these years later, but sadly they just didn’t take the opportunity- Also no Tien Baseball Tight pants 😭😭 Disappointing.

Whis and Vados look nice :) Vegeta being obsessed with topping Goku once more, nothing new here. Gohan’s a sweety, also nothing new here.

Now some positives: Yamcha being so encouraging and a good team leader is very sweet to see, love that actually. I also love that they made these amazing warriors not very good at something that isn’t fighting, like it’s comical but it’s also nice in a way? Like yes, Goku is unbelievable in so many ways but he struggles to learn baseball- Its nice to be reminded these characters have flaws and struggle in different aspects of life, just like regular people do too- Really like that.

Love them incorporating Yamcha’s use of spirit control into his baseball skills, it’s just fun and cool, no complaints from me at all.

Piccolo being good at baseball is cute and I like it.

Now on to everything else-

This episode truly hurts my feelings, it’s so unnecessarily mean for no reason and I know people might say “but doesn’t he technically win? and wasn’t he better than everyone?” Those are the only scraps he gets- Literally Yamcha speaks in a total of 10 super episodes and this is the only episode that we could even vaguely call a Yamcha episode and it’s just a joke on him 90% of the time-

18 questioning if Yamcha should be captain and being nasty about his skills truly fucks me off- Like he’s been the best baseball player on earth for 20+ years, the show acts like Yamcha is completely useless and it just grates on me- Yamcha trained with King Kai, he can hold his own against the ginyu force- He’s not weak. He’s just plainly not!! Sure he’s not Goku level, or even Piccolo, but that’s okay, because he is human!! He’s still an amazing martial artist and baseball player and he’s also a good friend with a kind heart. The show playing into the useless pathetic Yamcha memes is cheap. It’s just cheap.

As for the he weird, kinda implied Bulma/Yamcha stuff in this ep HATE HATE MALICE BITE KILL- Actually fuck off. The blush pisses me off so bad-  Like Yamcha has never acted hung up on Bulma, he was a bit annoyed when Trunks was a tiny baby, which was fair! But other than that he just treated her like a regular friend, no unrequited love. Also I’m pretty sure this is the nicest Bulma has ever been to Yamcha... Ever. In like the entire series as a whole. So... That’s telling.

Also supers insistence that Yamcha’s this cocky, smarmy guy will never cease pissing me off! The Yamcha we leave in Dragon Ball Z has been remarkably chill and humble for years, so why now is he suddenly a dickhead again? This is more prevalent in other episodes but does feature here too. Bad writing- Bad characterization. Bad.

And it ends on the dead fucking Yamcha meme pose- Because of course it does. Because it’s cheap and it’s nasty and that’s all there is to it. They took a character that used to be a main character. A loved character. And they played into the dudebro, abridged series, meme-ifcation to get cheap laughs rather than give this character the dues he deserves. They literally couldn’t even give him one (1) episode. This is actually worse than the fucked cream cheese green tea drink- By a large margin.

NOTABLE, QUOTABLE:

“C’mon let’s see some pep in your step!”

“Wow- It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Yamcha this fired up!” 😭😭 Dude seeing Yamcha confident and excited and Goku being so happy makea me 😭😭

“Let the Yamcha show you what it’s like to dominate on the mound-” I’ll let The Yamcha dominate on my moun- *Comically large hook snatches me by the neck, pulling me and my computer chair off stage*

“The wolf fang pitching fist ball-” Tien, I need you to kiss this man on his dumb mouth, please.

“Yeah for a washed up fighter that’s not bad.” 18 I GOT MAD LOVE FOR YOU BUT IMMA THROW HANDS WITH YOU BITCH IF YOU KEEP THIS UP- “But Jess she’s a powerful android and you’re some chick-” Yeah but don’t you know the power of love is the strongest force in the world? Also I grew up in the country and have reserved farm strength so 😤

“It’s an honour to have this of bat” Cabba I dont know what the fuck this means but I’m fuckin happy to see you mate- You a good boy!! “Watch closely master, I’m going to hit this and prove I’m worthy of your teaching-’ stupid lil bitch ass vegtea don’t deserve this sweety 😤

“What are you even doing here, I’m totally out of my league, at this rate I’d be lucky to walk off the field alive... C’mon Yamcha, keep your head in the game, we are going to win this.” TIEN IF YOU DONT GENTLY AND SWEETLY BRUSH THIS MANS CHOPPY MULLET FROM HIS FACE AND SWEETLY KISS HIS LIPS ON GOD-

Winning shot of the epsiode:

Thanks for tuning in to my review of drink and episode uhhhhhh see you again uhhhhhhh if someone gives me a drink and a episode to watch :)

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Chapter 4 - Eggnog

I can’t decide if this counts as a legitimate chapter or a filler, but it exists so here it is. 

He clicks the screen of his phone off and lets his hand fall to his side. A sigh escapes him as Yoongi musters the courage to rejoin the party downstairs. He can hear laughter and the occasional shout through the walls. 

Glancing around your childhood bedroom once more, Yoongi shakes his head at the amount of memorabilia you have of k-pop stars. The last person he expected to be a fan of that type of music was you, but at the same time, he wasn’t put off by it. If anything, he was glad such a kind and respectful girl took interest in his pop culture. Not that he did much himself but the point remained-

Alright, alright. Quit stalling and take your ass downstairs. They’re just people. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Rather than walking towards the door as he berates himself however, Yoongi finds himself shuffling towards one of your windows, eyes taking in the serenity of falling snow and white whirlwinds drifting over the hills of what was already built up. 

“I like her. I like Y/N.” The words echo around his head sending pulses to his heart. Your smile, your scent, your gentle touch and affection. It all silently compounded upon itself, slowly chipping away at his heart until all at once the evidence was before him and overwhelming in your favor. 

These newly admitted feelings had him giddy and terrified. 

And slightly sick. 

Where did she say the bathroom was? 

The only one he knew was downstairs and he didn't want to go snooping around your private quarters of your home. 

Which meant downstairs was his destiny. 

With one last glance, Yoongi shuts the door of your bedroom and heads for the staircase. 

Each step down, he repeats to himself. They’re just people. 

They’re just people. 

They’re.

Just.

People. 

I like Y/N. 

Unheeded warmth flashes through him again. His cheeks are aflame as he rounds the corner and comes to the edge of the living room where most have gathered. There you sit surrounded by a halo of beaming faces watching you sing. Your eyes are closed as you sway in your seat, your fingers dancing lightly over piano keys. Yoongi waits at the edge, feeling like a renaissance picture had come to life and all its beauty lie in the brush strokes of your hair grazing your cheek. 

I like you. He thinks to himself a smile crossing his features. It wasn’t so much that you were different from any of the other girls. Rather he gave you a chance and you had proved him wrong. You were unrelentingly kind when he was rude. You took his cold stares and curt words patiently, knowing there was more to him than the walls he had built up. 

It took your smile and your touch to make Yoongi reflect on himself for the first time in America. He had come with his guard up and despite having a few ignorant people treat him poorly, he wanted to belong, he wanted to fit in. He wanted a place here to call his and now, with those pretty eyes of yours winking at him and familiar hands waving him over, he knew that place was right beside you. 

“Yoongi! Come on, we’re going to play Monopoly!” You say as the family disperses from the piano. Yoongi shuffles to the piano bench and offers his hand for you to take as you stand. 

Your palm slips over his and his breath hitches in his throat. Everything felt new and yet the same. Now that he had this truth brewing in his chest, now that he had admitted to his harbored crush, every interaction took on a new meaning. His heart had raced before whenever you grabbed his hand, but instead of excitement there were nerves. Was he too forward? Was he too stand-offish all this time? Having you like him back wasn’t even on his mind yet, but wanting to impress you - or at the very least be a good friend - was all Yoongi could focus on. 

“How do you feel?” You whisper, your breath tickling the curve of his ear. 

He offers you a tight-lipped smile. “I’m okay.” He whispers before clearing his throat. 

“Wh-What’s next?” He asks, hoping your proximity will grow so he can think straight. 

“Monopoly! D’you know how to play?” You ask, tugging him along to the dining room where the game was being set up. Half your family had opted out in order to catch up on sofas or watch the football game on television. 

“Kinda…” Yoongi did know how to play. But it was an entirely different ballgame when you added English to it. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” You hum. You guide him to an empty seat beside you and hand him a piece. Yoongi takes the small thimble in hand before nodding and placing it at the start.

Turns out English wasn’t an issue at all. Half an hour later, two of your cousins are arguing with you about nearly a thousand dollars missing between properties being dealt poorly. Boldly defending your honesty you fire back accusations on where the money had truly gone. 

Meanwhile Yoongi sits with a Cheshire’s grin, knowing the missing grand was in the two little red houses he had placed on his property. Between feigning ignorance and their assumptions Yoongi had no idea what was going on, he had managed to embezzle the money right under everyone’s noses. But no one would suspect the innocent exchange student. 

“I swear if you’re lying to me I won’t buy you Christmas presents this year!” You threaten your cousins who are just as perturbed. 

“Yeah, well we won’t get you anything either you thief!” 

“Alright, game’s over. Clear the table. It’s dinner time!” Your mother walks in with a heavy tray of turkey in her hands. Yoongi moves first to clear the game board, swiping the tiny houses into his palms and dumping them into the box. 

“Someone’s excited to eat.” Your older cousin remarks. 

Or to get away with the perfect crime. Yoongi places all the money back in its rightful place and your other cousin takes the game to be put away. 

In its place a beautiful golden turkey is laid before you. Glaze drips over the expanse of the bird and settles at the bottom of the glass plate. The sweet and earthy aroma is tantalizing and draws even the furthest family members into the dining room. 

More dishes are carried in and each finds its place on the red tablecloth as guests shuffle past one another to find a seat. You remain by Yoongi’s side, having slipped your hand into his under the table. 

Yoongi feels you squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, the action erupting heartbeats a mile a minute. He hopes the steam from the marshmallow yams is enough to account for the flush of his face. 

“And the salad! Yoongi did all the work, chopping up the vegetables for us.” Your mother announces sending eyes his way. Yoongi flushes deeper, instinctively squeezing your hand on his thigh at the new attention. 

“So he can cook too! Nice.” One of your male cousins winks as he slides into his seat. 

“Yeah he’s actually useful.” You don’t hesitate to quip back at him. Another short round of insults ensues until your father claps his hands settling everyone down to eat. 

Dinner goes by with multiple conversations echoing around Yoongi. Having already been through the routine questions, most of your family left him alone, which he was thankful for. 

Scooping mashed potatoes into his mouth a small satisfied hum leaves his throat. Licking his lips, he cuts off a piece of turkey and has to suppress a groan at the way it melts in his mouth. He would have to thank Hoseok for convincing him to go. American food was rich and sweet, not lacking in any flavor department. Although he missed the familiar seafood aroma of homemade dinners, Yoongi felt like a king at a feast with the amount of food laid before him. 

The salad was pretty damn good too.

After dinner the party separates, some peer through the curtains at the brewing storm and call it an early night. Cousins are rounded up and hugs are exchanged. Yoongi stays with the party that’s decided to stay for another round of drinks, choosing to brave the storm at a later hour. He cleans the table of plates and discarded silverware, handing them off to your mother who smiles generously at him. 

“Here you are, hon.” Taking the last handful of spoons from Yoongi, your mother hands him a glass of thick white substance with the consistency of a milkshake. 

“Thanks.” He nods respectfully, too deep into his food coma to gather the English words to ask what it is. Thankfully your mother reads his expression. 

“It’s eggnog.” 

“Egg?” Yoongi quirks a brow, swirling the cup in his hand. 

“Spiked too, so don’t get too carried away with it. I would stick to two glasses under my roof, alright? Go on ahead in the living room. Y/N should be finishing up her goodbyes by now.” 

Yoongi nods and follows her instructions. He rounds the hall having become familiar with the layout to your house over the course of the night. 

You are just hugging the last cousin and waving them off as Yoongi approaches. 

You close the door after another round of promises to talk soon with a resound click. Slumping against the door, you peek over your shoulder at Yoongi and offer him a small smile. 

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” You laugh lightly but the exhaustion is evident in your voice. Yoongi stretches out his arm and offers the glass in his hand. 

“Eggnog?” 

“Oh, yes please.” You take a sip and hum at the creamy taste reminiscent of holidays past. 

“Hey, you need to try some of this.” You grab Yoongi’s arm and escort him to the kitchen. There, you quickly pour him a glass and watch excitedly for his reaction. 

The taste is unique - creamy - and surprisingly doesn’t taste of egg at all. The rum sends a warmth through Yoongi’s body that is welcome and pleasant. He takes another sip, yet another, and then finds himself downing the glass. 

You’re on your second - which you set aside to get him another. 

“Did you have fun tonight? I hope it was not... overwhelming.” It’s a relief to hear you switch to his native tongue after a long day of English. You top off his glass and he takes it back with grateful hands. 

“No, it was fun. Your cousins are entertaining to watch.” He says over the rim of his glass.

“Oh my word, they get so...so competitive over monopoly.”

“It’s a shame you never found the missing money.” 

Another sip.

“Wait…”you never found”...?” 

Amused, Yoongi watches realization shift over your face. 

“Holy shit, you douche! You’re such a jerk. Leaving me alone to defend my honor when you had it the entire time! I should have known.” You laugh and smack his arm. The touch is innocent but nevertheless, Yoongi winces as if it had actually hurt him. 

“Here, let’s take this up to my room.” You snatch the bottle of rum and tilt your head toward the stairway.

“Goodnight dad...mom!” You call as Yoongi follows you up the stairs. 

“Where’s Yoongi sleeping?” Your mother comes to the bottom of the steps, but not before you tuck the bottle behind your back. 

“I’ll set up the couch for him!” You smile. Yoongi sneaks a glance at your child-like smile in wonder. Had you ever lied to his face so smoothly like that? He quickly pushes the thought from his mind, not in the mood to spoil his night. 

“Alright. Goodnight.” Your mom nods, returning to whatever task she had been in the middle of.

You close the door behind Yoongi as you enter the bedroom, making sure it locks with a click. Then, you settle down on the carpet, gesturing for Yoongi to sit across from you. Idle conversation passes between the two of you, recalling the night’s highlights which lead to recalling funnier moments from college and complaining about the load of work due to be expected after the break. 

An hour passes and half the bottle is gone, most of it consumed by you and although both your faces are flushed, your cheeks are a deeper red through your complexion. 

“You know….” You smirk which leads to a short fit of giggles. Leaning forward you reach over to tap Yoongi’s knee but the momentum sends you cascading over into his lap. 

Yoongi balks, clearing his throat and lifting his hands as if touching you would set him on fire. Despite the fact your head is cradled in his crossed legs and you’re still mumbling as if nothing changed. 

“You’re nothing like her…” 

“W-who?” Yoongi slowly lowers his arms, blinking rapidly and trying to believe you’re actually cuddling his stomach right now. 

You puff your cheeks out and close your eyes. Humming you shake your head slowly. “You’re nothing like Bon-Hwa. Not at all.”

“Is she your friend?”

“She was. In...in high school.” 

“Oh.” Yoongi swallows, at a loss since you fell into his lap. He looks down at you to find you’ve turned onto your back and are gazing up at him with a soft smile. 

Silence falls between you and Yoongi doesn’t know whether to press the issue when you’re clearly not sober or just say something to at least cover the sound of his beating heart. 

You take his hand without warning.  Your fingers curling around his wrist. 

“W-Wh-What are you doing?”

“My hair.” You whine. “Please.” 

You set his hand on your forehead and close your eyes. Yoongi shifts beneath your weight, ignoring the feeling of his legs beginning to go numb. With the softest of touches, trembling fingers settle in your hair. Slowly, afraid you’ll come to your senses and smack him, Yoongi runs his hand over your head, repeating the motion and gaining a steadier pace as you hum in contentment. 

“She was my friend in high school.” You continue after a few minutes. 

“Korean student?” 

“Yeah. An ex- ess- she came to America for school. I was so nice to her.” 

You whine the last part and Yoongi suppresses a laugh. You were the last one to ever give yourself compliments so it was endearing to see you do so now. 

“But…” You inhale. Exhale. “She was a bitch.”

“Oh.” Yoongi nodded as if he knew who this Bon-Hwa girl was and let you slowly ramble your way through the story. 

“I talked to her first...before anyone else did. We became the best of friends. But-but then she started talking behind my back to other girls. She always acted so- so innocent and like she needed help. I bought her lunch and...and I gave her...gave her my clothes. She slept right there.” 

You point to the corner of the room where Yoongi assumed the space for an air mattress would lie. 

“But she told everyone I was a r-rude American. She even took my Suga poster.” You pause and it takes Yoongi a second to figure out you’re genuinely upset by the stolen merchandise and waiting for a response. 

“I’m sorry. That’s awful.” 

“It’s gone forever.” 

“I’ll get you a new one.” Yoongi promises without knowing when or how but as long as you stop quivering your lip he’ll do anything. 

“Okay…” You mumble. 

“Should we go to bed now?” Yoongi suggests while grabbing ahold of your shoulders and sitting you up. 

“Yeah, we can.” You lift your eyes to look at him and his breath catches. Are you going to kiss him? Can he kiss you? You’re not drunk but you’re not sober, definitely buzzed-

“Do you wanna sleep in here?” You whisper, as if your parents will appear out of thin air to drag Yoongi out the room. 

“I shouldn’t.” 

“You can. They’re asleep. Besides, my bed is cozier than the couch. And it’s cold. Look at the snow.” You point to the window and Yoongi’s gaze widens. You stand up and he does with you, walking over to peer outside. 

Despite the sun having set hours ago, the blanket of snow reflects enough moonlight to cast a blue haze over your backyard giving just enough light to realize there’s a good foot of snow outside. 

“Wow.” Yoongi breathes.

“C’mere.” Turning away from the window, Yoongi finds you’ve changed and are holding up the covers for him. He looks at his jeans and then back at you, causing you to roll your eyes and turn your head so he can shimmy out of them, leaving him in modest boxer shorts. 

You slide in first, growing impatient with his hesitancy but scoot over to the far end of the bed tucked against the wall and wave him over. 

Gingerly, Yoongi slides in next to you. 

“Wait.” 

Yoongi’s heart leaps into his throat. Did you change your mind? Are you going to kick him out? Accuse him of coming on to you?

“I forgot to turn out the light. Can you get it?” 

Releasing his breath, Yoongi nods. Quickly, he slides out of bed and flicks off the light, coming back over and sliding beneath the covers to escape the cold nipping at his legs. 

“Night, Yoongi.” 

“Goodnight.” 

#yoongi x reader #cold brew #wow this took years #depression really kicked my ass #so did writer's block #yikes

[astraeagreengrass]

The Queen's Husband [5/?]

When her reign is threatened, the Queen of Ergona must find a husband to secure her throne.

Word Count: 2.545

Warnings: Smut, fluff, Steve Rogers (yes, that deserves a warning of its own). English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

A/N: This chapter is just a filler, but I hope I can make it up to you guys with some Steve fluff. I'm hoping to post more regularly now that I am quarantined, although I'm still working from home and online classes will begin next week. How are you doing? I hope everyone is safe and healthy. If you ever need to talk, my askbox is open. Sending my love to you ♡

His fingertips woke you before sunlight did.

Delicate digits traced a path from your tailbone to your nape and down again, a feather's caress to your spine. He praised the bones and vertebrates that sustained you in the same meticulous way he praised the rest of your body: the soles of your feet, the palms of your hands, the ends of your hair. Throughout the night, nothing, not a single piece of what you were, escaped his careful loving. You never imagined sex could be this special.

Your cocoon was still relatively dark, the curtains of the four poster bed shielding you and your lover from the outside world, at least until it inevitably came barging in. Today was the first day of the rest of your lives - not as husband and wife but as King and Queen and Ergona. Steve had done plenty of teaching yesterday, but now it was your time.

Turning, you found him, lying on his side, head propped on his right arm, lazy smile on his face. Adonis.

Traditionally, men and women of nobility wouldn't sleep together. They each had their separate bedrooms, sometimes linked by a door, sharing a bed only when necessary. But Steve stayed over. You choked on a laugh.

“What is it?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“I'm thinking of Wanda, Nat and everyone that was probably waiting outside the door for you to leave last night."

He chuckled, pulling you over to him with his free arm. His chest was warm, somehow warmer than the bed furs, and you tucked yourself in it, carefully threading your fingers through his patch of hair.

“Do you regret it?" his voice was muffled by the soft press of his lips on the top of your head.

“No” you kissed the skin above his heart. “In fact, I think you should come back tonight.”

His hold tightened around your body and you sighed in content. Was this love? Being so at ease and relaxed with someone you couldn't be bothered by your appearance, your responsibilities or your nasty morning breath? And how did it come to this? How did Steve sneak his way into your heavily guarded heart, tearing down your walls as easily as he took his next breath?

And why did none of these questions mattered in the blissful aftermath of your nuptials?

It didn't last long, of course. As you predicted, a knock on your door announced the end of the dream and the start of your day. It was Monday, which meant the privy council would gather at precisely ten o’clock, and not even the all the wine from the wedding feast would halt your advisors’ punctuality. You groaned, pressing harder into your husband's embrace, unwilling to let him go even as Wanda's embarrassed voice announced:

“Your Majesties?” she knocked again. “I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's past nine. The privy council awaits.”

“Don’t go” you whispered.

Steve kissed your temple, your cheek, your shoulder. The hand on your hip ran the length of your arm and cradled the back of your head, angling it so he could take your lips in his. It was slow and sweet, but tasted like goodbye. You hated it.

You pushed him into the mattress, knees on each side of his body and hands sprawled on his strong pecs. There was something wickedly satisfying in overpowering a man like Steve, to watch his gaze grow dark as you hovered above him. It filled your head with the dirtiest fantasies, which, up until last eve, were completely unknown to you.

You kissed him again, fiercer this time. Your teeth pulled on his bottom lip while his palm moved to your ass. He squeezed it hard enough to leave a handprint and his fingers found the way to your core, causing you to whimper. Despite the arousal you were sore, sharp pain lacing your sex from the loss of your virginity.

“Does it hurt?” Steve haltered.

You heard Wanda knock again, but it was ignored.

“A little” you muttered, eyes casting down in embarrassment.

He lifted you like a feather, switching positions gently - how naive of you to think you could ever truly outmatch his strength.

“I’ll make you feel better, my love” he promised, raining pecks down your torso until he reached the top of your mound. Your breath hitched, but, even so, your legs opened to him. These sheets had known more promises of trust in the course of a night than you did in a whole life, all sworn in his whispers of care and attention.  

Your back arched at the first swipe of his tongue. Steve held your thighs, keeping them apart as he delved between your legs. It was filthy but downright glorious, the way he licked, sucked and bit on your most private parts, all the while his beard scratched the delicate skin of your inner thighs. Erotic sounds filled your ears as you lost yourself to the delirious feeling of giving yourself to him.

You were going to be late.

Lord Fury was annoyed and Lord Strange was nonchalant but Lord Stark and Lady Romanoff looked positively delighted when you and Steve finally arrived to the Small Council meeting, over an hour later than you were supposed to.

A new chair was added to one end of the table to accommodate the King. Scrolls and parchments were ready to be examined and the map of the continent, meticulously painted on the floor to the left side of the room, gleamed brighter with a fresh coat of color.

All four advisors rose as you entered. This was Steve's first commitment as sovereign. You'd given him some reading material on laws and tax procedures during the summer so he could get used to what was to come, and, of course, he was more than well versed in military affairs, but the Small Council was the place where politics happened. Once a week you’d welcome the lords in the General Assembly and listen to their concerns and demands, but, ultimely, decisions were made in these chambers.

Steve would have to learn the ways of Ergona with the same dedication he had for his swordsmanship, but as fast as it would take to strike down an enemy. You married him to secure the throne, yet keeping it required wits and dexterity. The King  was about to enter a battlefield bloodier than any other he's ever faced.

You believed he could do it. If there was anyone that could, it was him.

“Your Majesties” Lord Stark commenced with a happy smirk. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

If Steve could kill your uncle right then and there, he would. Red flushed through his cheeks and down his neck, but he could only gawk, speechless. Sam, the bastard that he was, snickered from his post at the door.

“Tony…” Steve was disconcerted. “I mean, Lord Stark. We are… Sorry to have kept this Council waiting.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Your Grace” you interrupted, shooting daggers at Tony with your eyes.

“It is true, Your Grace” Natasha added, a smirk hidden in the corner of her mouth. “This Council is here to serve you, not the other way around.”

With a pointed look to Tony, who was disguising his chuckles with a fake cough, she continued:

“The royal wedding and King Steve’s coronation left Ergona in very high spirits. Add to that the defeat of Zerbolia and we have, perhaps, the best moment in Queen Y/N’s reign so far. We must seize this opportunity to strengthen the bond with the common folk.”

“It is customary for new monarchs to travel across the kingdom after their coronation” Lord Strange explained to Steve. “But since we are approaching Winter, I would advise you to wait until Spring.”

“Indeed” Natasha said. “The last crops will be harvested in the coming weeks, then the villages will prepare their storages. We could arrange your travels for around the Spring Festival.”

The Spring Festival marked the end of the winter months and the beginning of the new harvest season. It was the most important tradition in Ergona, a time when families and friends came to together to celebrate life and wish for prosperity.

“What do you think, Your Grace?” you asked.

“You're not a stranger to travel, right?” he pointed out. “I know you often visit the provinces.”

“Yes. I made it a personal goal of mine to reach those who can’t easily reach me, but this would be something for you. To introduce you as the new King. They know you as Captain, not monarch.”

“Your work in the military brings you renown amongst the people, Your Grace” Lord Fury clarified. “But history shows that they have a hard time taking to new rulers. Even with this initial approval, things can still shift dramatically.”

“What about their lords?” Steve inquired.

“Oh, they are overjoyed” Lord Stark quipped. “But I’ll give it until next week before they have something new to complain about.”

“The General Assembly is in four days” you stated. “Lady Natasha, what are the prospects?”

“They’ll come at the King like wolves" she turned to Steve. “Support is volatile. If the lords think you’re not prepared, they won’t hesitate to show their displeasure.”

“It is impossible for me to learn everything there is to learn by Friday” the King blurted.

“You’ll never learn everything” you said. “But we can divert their attention."

“What do you propose, Your Grace?” Lord Strange crossed his hands over the table.

“A ball, of course” you smiled.

“Excuse me, Your Grace” Lord Fury grimaced. “But how could a ball help us?”

“The nobility likes their parties, Lord Fury. It keeps them entertained and if they’re entertained they won’t bother asking the King the hard questions, thus giving His Majesty the time to go through our most important matters" you elucidated.

"This is not a bad idea" Natasha pondered. "We could have the ball under the pretense of celebrating the Yule season. This way, the lords will have time to return to their lands, oversee the winter preparations and return to the capital. You could hold off General Assembly meetings until then."

"His Grace still has to address them on Friday" Lord Stark pointed out.

You looked over to Steve. A frown marred his beautiful features as he took note of the rapid exchange between you and your advisors. He was clearly out of his element, more used to following orders than giving them. It served only as a reminder of how much he was sacrificing for you - casting aside his career, exposing himself to scrutiny of the critics, facing the fear of the unknown.

All of it for you.

"Well" you exhaled. "This council has four days to aid His Grace. I suggest we start now."

Steam clouded the room in billowing white clouds smelling like orange blossom and patchouli. The water was too hot, tinting Steve's skin a light shade of pink. His head hung from the edge of the tub, eyes closed, basking in relaxation, while his hands still stroked your left foot. Directly across from him, you said:

"You still haven't told me who holds Osuva."

He groaned.

"The Van Dynes?" he mumbled. "No, the Hogans. The Van Dynes hold Fort Murahainen."

"Are they friends?"

"Yes. Lady Van Dyne welcomed Lord Hogan to her estate on the last Spring Festival."

"Why is Fort Murahainen named as such?"

"Because the fields surrounding it are home to a large population of ants."

He lifted his head, gaze finding yours over the scented bath. You were in the royal chambers - your parents' old quarters, which you'd refused to take when you were crowned. But you were married now, and it was uncalled for a King to sneak back to his room in the middle of the night. These new chambers consisted of two dormitories separated by their own private door. So far, only one of them had been used.

Steve leaned forward, taking the parchment from your hands and tossing it somewhere behind you. His arms laced around your waist, pulling you to his lap. Water sloshed around you, spilling from the tub to the wooden floor. The light from the fire bathed him in golden glow. Your fingers traced a scar on his collaborne.

"How'd you get that?" you rasped.

"Aviko" he laced your fingers, palm to palm. "We were ambushed by a Zerbolian militia. Their sword work is ordinary, but they're great with arrows. One of them shot me and I rolled over the river bank. Bucky pulled me out."

You kissed him gently above the puckered skin, going upwards towards his neck, jawline and chin. He nuzzled you, beard scratching your cheek in a ticklish caress.  Your lips met halfway, tongues and teeth clashing in an intricate, personal dance. Steve twisted in your embrace, swiftly pulling you under him. The muscles in his arms hypnotized you as he grabbed edge lip of the tub, hovering above you.

Your hips opened to him, legs wrapping around his waist as he entered you gently.

"Fuck" he breathed out in pleasure, fingerprints digging in your hips.

Every night was like this: you'd go over the long list of names, laws and customs Steve had to memorize, always ending up in the tub, the chaise, the bed. Even the carpet once. It was a most peculiar learning method, but it was working and you weren't complaining. Sex was wonderful, but, more than that, the feeling of being with your husband tugged on your heartstrings, filling your soul with the most fantastic, overwhelming joy.

For the first time, you had more than Ergona. It felt bold and audacious, even guilt-driving, to think of something solely for your happiness, but, in moments such as these - so close to him, each kiss more as vital as your next breath - your concerns flew out the window like the last breaths of autumn before winter came.  

You were falling in love and you felt undefeatable.

"Is it time?” the bald man asked.

“Not yet” the other one responded. “We need to wait until she’s pregnant.”

“Then what?”

“Then we take Stark out of the picture. Without him she’s vulnerable. Fury is loyal to the country, not the crown, and Strange cares more about his ancient arts than politics, but Stark would give his life for hers.”

“And the King?”

“It would be a shame if something were to keep him away from Court, wouldn’t it?”

The bald man tensed, and his companion noticed his brief hesitation.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

“No!” he assured. “But how will you do it?”

“I’m traveling to the mountains at the end of the week. I’ll speak to the Baron. He wants nothing more than to get his revenge on Captain Rogers.”

The bald man was quick to noticed how the other referred to the King by his former title.

“Zerbolia’s navy was crushed no less than six months ago. The military's at it's prime. How can you be sure the Baron will risk it?”

“He will.”

His companion’s certainty disconcerted the bald man, but he couldn’t turn back now. The wheels were spinning and a new game was at play.

Ergona would be the battlefield.

#steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #king!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #king!steve #king!steve x reader #king!steve rogers x reader #king!steve x you #steve rogers au

[prettyboybarzal]

tattoos together (4) // tyler seguin

pairing: tyler seguin x reader

summary: the end of your trip to dallas brings change to your friendship with tyler... read to find out the rest

(a stars road trip to LA)

word count: 2k+ (she’s a filler chapter, my b)

author’s note: i’m sorry this took forever to get to you guys!!! and im sorry it’s short... longer ones are coming! promise! i will try to get the next chapter up next sunday. please read/reblog/like/comment, xoxo

warnings: i think just alcohol and cursing! the usual, you know. but if there’s anything else please let me know :))

On the morning you left Dallas, Tyler was out of bed first. He made breakfast, Nutella French Toast included, for the two of you and woke you up to join him out back. It was wonderfully warm in Dallas, and you stepped outside still wearing the pajamas you’d been sleeping in. Tyler reclined in his chair and kicked his feet up on the bench you were sitting on as you two ate.

The conversation had over breakfast was easy, even though you were both thinking about the kiss. Truth be told, you were reeling from it because it made you feel conflicted. And Tyler was reeling from it because he was sure you were the one and the night before had just added fuel to the fire.

When you finished breakfast, you told Tyler not to worry about the dishes and gathered them all on your own to clean up. He watched you walk off to the house with plates in hand until you disappeared beyond the door.

He waited a few more minutes, letting the morning sun wake him up a bit more before joining you in the kitchen.

Tyler stepped up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. Despite yourself, you melted into his embrace and felt your heart beat a bit faster when his lips touched the shell of your ear. He placed a kiss there, then stepped away, his hands lingering on your hips as he moved to the side.

“We should talk,” you blurted out. Tyler raised an eyebrow. “About last night.”

“Uh oh.”

“I don’t know,” you murmured. You started scrubbing Nutella off one of the plates, then dropped the sponge and looked up at him. “I’m just a little rattled.”

“Why?”

“Because I liked it,” you admitted. A smirk appeared on Tyler’s lips. “But, God, it can’t happen again.”

The corners of Tyler’s lips turned down and his eyebrows pulled together. He shook his head and asked, “Why not?”

You started storing the plates in his drying rack and then looked up at him. You leaned your elbows on the counter and dropped your head in your hands, which were wet with dish soap and water.

“I can’t date you from California when you’re all the way here in Texas,” you stated. Your eyes remained on the countertop, feeling too upset to look him in the eyes. “I just can’t do it.”

“Loads of people pull that off.”

“But, I don’t want to do that with you,” you told him. You looked up at him again. He was leaning his hip against the counter on the other side of the sink, waiting for more of an explanation from you. “I don’t want us to try this when we’re thousands of miles away from each other because it would tear me in half if it didn’t work out. If we’re going to do it, I wanna do it right. I want us to be together.”

“What if that time never comes?” he asked. “What if this is the chance?”

“It’s not.”

“How can you say that so confidently, YN?” You had no answer to that question. Tyler huffed, tossing his arms up in the arm in frustration. “I have been waiting for this day, for this chance, since 2013. I don’t want to just let it slip away. Last time I did you ended up dating douchebags for three years.”

“I don’t trust the timing.”

Tyler stood, staring at you, for a minute longer and then shook his head. He dropped his mug into the sink with a shake of his head and exited the kitchen. Calling over his shoulder, he stated, “We’ll leave for the airport in an hour.”

You didn’t speak to him for the entire 60 minutes. Instead, you spent most of the time crying in the guestroom. When the time finally came for you to leave with him for the airport, you kissed the dogs goodbye and gave his house one last look.

You had a feeling this could be the last time you saw them, or ever stepped foot in his home.

At the airport, Tyler grabbed your bags from the trunk of his car and placed them beside it as you situated yourself. When you finally looked up, he wasn’t even looking at you. It’s like he couldn’t find it in himself to meet your eyes. That’s when you realized how much you hurt him.

“Ty…”

“YN, I don’t want the pity,” he said. His eyes finally met yours. They were dark and angry. “Thank you for coming, but I think it’s best if we just put this on the back burner for a while.”

“What?”

“I can’t be your friend, YN,” he stated. “Not right now.” You couldn’t find the words to protest. “I need to figure my shit out without thinking about you all the time.”

“Okay,” you whispered. Tears were welling up in your eyes, but you tried to blink them away. How had this situation become such a colossal fuck up?

“Have a safe flight,” Tyler said. He leaned in and wrapped one arm over your shoulder to hug you. “Good luck with the move.”

That day still feels like it was yesterday, despite all the months that had passed since then. The sadness was still there. It had become imbedded in you like a personality trait. 

The first month in California was as shitty as it felt when Tyler said goodbye to you. You went to work, came home, and went to bed. Your roommate, Delia, was insightful and understood that something had happened and you didn’t want to talk about. So, she left you alone until you decided you needed her.

“We hardly know each other,” she said. “But I can tell you’re sad. I’m here to talk about it, whatever it may be, whenever you want.”

“Thanks, Delia,” you responded.

You were pretty sure you’d never talk to her about anything serious.

Boy, were you wrong.

It wasn’t until you were out at a bar in October that everything came to a head. A Dallas Stars game was on the television and it seemed like every time you looked up, Tyler was on the screen. That’s when it occurred to you that you were looking at a stranger, not someone you used to spend every day talking to, not someone you had matching tattoos with.

Delia caught the tears welling up in your eyes and grabbed your hand to pull you away from the group you were with. She sat you down in a booth on the other end of the bar and pulled you into her arms.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes.”

“Should we go home?”

You nodded, not trusting your words to come out coherently.

Back in your apartment, you told Delia everything from the moment you first met to the last goodbye. She watched in amazement, eyes wide and soft at the memories you shared with him. At the end of your story, she sighed.

“The hopeless romantic in me wishes that you just lived happily ever after,” Delia admitted. “But the supportive roomie and friend in me is happy you didn’t base all your decisions on a guy.”

“I loved him,” you murmured. “I still do.”

You spent so much time wondering if it was a mistake not try the long-distance thing with him. But, eventually, you decided it was time to stop dwelling on it, and that’s when he popped up again.

Tyler wasn’t going to call you, despite every part of his being begging him to give in. It felt wrong to be in your city before a game and not get food, or even see each other. Not reaching out to you felt like the official end to your friendship.

He didn’t say anything about it to anyone, not even Jamie, but the guys knew he was thinking about you. This season was the first one that Tyler seemed indifferent about almost everything.

Going out for drinks after a big win? He was there for twenty minutes, then gone.

Double date with Jamie and his new girlfriend? He’d grab dinner, but leave before drinks.

Day off? He wasn’t hanging out with the guys. Instead, Tyler was in his backyard with the dogs.

The pilot’s voice filled the plane, “Welcome to LA!”

Jamie took an uneasy glance at Tyler to find him staring at the palm trees out the window of the plane. He reached over and nudged him with his elbow.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you going to call her?” Jamie asks. Tyler’s face remained stoic, but the flare of his nostrils indicated something beneath the surface. Jamie continued, “Well, I was going to call her.”

“Why?”

“Because she was my friend, still is,” Jamie states. He stands up as the other boys start exiting the plane. “I think you should call her. I can tell that you’ve been thinking about her since we got on the plane. Besides, I’m superstitious and we always used to get food with her before games in her city.”

The entire way to the hotel, Tyler stared at his phone. He swiped through your Instagram and then stared at the last conversation you had until, finally, he pressed the call button.

The phone rang three times.

You couldn’t trust your eyes when you saw Tyler’s name and picture flash across your phone screen, so you had to have your roommate look too.

“I’m not seeing things, right?”

She stares at the name a moment and then meets your eyes over the screen to confirm, “Definitely not seeing things.”

You stared a little longer. Two rings, three.

“Fucking pick up!” Delia shouted. She stood up and left the room, as if giving you privacy for whatever conversation was to come. You pressed ‘accept’ and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” Tyler sounded a little out of breath. There was a beat of silence and then he said, “I just landed in LA. We have a game tomorrow afternoon against the Kings.”

“I know.”

“Send me your address.”

You felt your heart thump in your chest once, twice. Swallowing, you asked, “What?”

“Your apartment’s address,” he clarified. “I want to see it.”

“Tyler.”

You could hear the eye roll in his voice as he grunted, “Just drop your location to my phone, YN.”

The line went dead.

You dropped your location to him and Tyler liked the message a second later. The exchange sent you into a panicked frenzy around the apartment. Throw blankets were folded up and spread over the back of the couch, or placed in the wicker basket beneath the table. The dishes were cleaned, dried, and put away. You made your bed, for whatever reason.

All of this happened while Delia watched in amusement until, finally, everything seemed to be picked up and put away, and you collapsed on the couch beside her.

“You okay now?”

“No.”

No amount of time could have prepared you for the knock at the door when the boys finally did show up. It was loud and aggressive, and you both jumped at the sound. You sat up and glanced over at Delia. She shook her head, started to stand so she could retreat to her room, and said, “Go get it.”

When you pulled the door open, it wasn’t Tyler on the other side but Jamie.

“Hey, lady,” he greeted you. Tyler was standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest. When you looked over at him, he was looking back at you with dark eyes and a small scowl. Jamie called your attention back to him. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” you answered. “Happy to see you.”

You stepped aside, motioning for them to enter the apartment as well. They slipped in and Jamie made himself right at home, kicking his sneakers off beside the door. Tyler, however, stood in the foyer with his hands in his jean pockets.

“Nice place,” Tyler said. His eyes hadn’t met yours since you opened the door. The two of them gazed around the living room. Jamie had even ventured further into the apartment to look out at the view. Tyler stayed where he was.

“I’m starving,” Jamie announced. “You have any good places around here?”

Twenty minutes later, you were squeezed beside Tyler in a booth and Jamie was beaming back at the two of you like nothing was wrong. The boys ordered more food than your stomach could handle, but you knew that they’d handle it on their own.

While you waited for food, conversation didn’t start up. Jamie wanted one of you to figure it out. But, nothing fell from either of your lips, so Jamie began.

“YN, tell us about the job.”

You spent the next fifteen minutes talking about work. Tyler watched you as you spoke, eyes lingering on your lips a little too long for his liking. He liked listening to you talk about what you were doing because you sounded so passionate. He was glad the job had worked out for you, but he was upset that he had missed out on all these milestones.

As dinner continued, you all shared stories about the past few months and Jamie felt satisfied when the conversation seemed to shift. Eventually, Jamie stayed silent as you and Tyler carried the conversation by yourselves, giggling and teasing each other the entire time.

It felt like old times.

And then it didn’t.

“Hold that thought,” Tyler blurted out as his phone screen lights up. He slid out of the booth and stepped away, pressing the phone to his ear with a smile. You watched him walk out of the restaurant.

When you turned back to Jamie, he was looking at you.

“It’s Maisy,” he stated. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Some girl he’s seeing.”

“Ah.”

Jamie watched you turn back to the door to see if Tyler was coming back in.

“It might be a while,” he explained. “They’re in the honeymoon phase.”

“Pretty serious then?”

“I think it could be,” Jamie answered. The phrase held the underlying message of ‘it could be serious, if you don’t make a move’. “He went off the deep end this summer.”

“Don’t tell me that.”

“You should know,” Jamie urged. “He hasn’t been himself since that day. I’m sure you haven’t either, but I’ve seen him first hand. I was nervous there would be no turn around for him, then he met Maisy and it sort of lifted his spirits.”

“I’m happy for him.”

“No, you’re not,” Jamie murmured. “You feel obligated to say that, I know, but you aren’t happy for him. And that’s okay.”

He was right. You were just happy he was in a good place, not that he’d found someone else. Selfishly, you didn’t want him to find someone else. But that wasn’t fair.

Before you could say anything more, Tyler came back into the restaurant. His cheeks were rosy, his smile was unwavering, and he had a swagger in his step. Tyler was far gone, you’d missed your shot.

After dinner, the boys came back to the apartment to say their goodbyes. Jamie’s was short and quick, complete with a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead. Tyler, on the other hand, took his sweet time. 

“I’ll meet you outside,” he said to Jamie, but his teammate was already on his way out the door. It shut behind him and left the two of you staring at each other in silence.

You both spoke at once.

“I miss you.”

“Why haven’t you called me?”

There was silence again before Tyler ran a hand over his face and muttered, “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry for what happened in Dallas,” you told him. “I’m really sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” he responded. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. I was projecting this crush I had onto you and that just wasn’t right. You were drunk. I was drunk.”

“But I shouldn’t have let it get as far as it did.”

He repeated, “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“We can play the blame game all day,” you said. Tyler nodded. “I just want my best friend back without all the complications we created.”

“Me too,” he admitted. “I tried to forget about how stupid that night was and the fight we had the next day, and I actually kinda did, but the closer we got to this game, the more I thought about it.”

“I think about it every day, I’m pretty sure,” you stated. He frowned. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Ty. Losing you was losing a part of myself.”

His face softened at this expression.

“I don’t want us to be strangers anymore,” he said as he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you,” he said. Your eyes met again, both a little shocked at the words. “I always have, always will.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered. He smiled softly before stepping towards the door. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Definitely,” he responded. “We’re back to regularly scheduled programming, alright? I’m going to annoy the shit out of you now more than ever. I have a lot of time to make up for.”

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[sunonyoreface]

Forest Nymph | Geralt of Rivia Pt.5

Hello!  Sorry it has been a while since I have last posted, I am quite busy with my final essays right now.  Thanks for taking the time to read my story! This is part five of my first series.  This chapter is more of a filler chapter so it is a bit shorter, but I can’t wait to get more into the juicier stuff!

Word count: 2587

 The King’s words ring despairingly in your ears.  A declaration of war.  A war you certainly cannot win.  Just look at what they did to your forest!  Angry tears well up in your eyes.  If anything, you should be the one to declare war.

You hate crying.  It happens so easily and always at the worst of times, but never when you’re sad.  Why can’t you just cry when you’re sad?  It would make life so much easier.  At least Geralt can’t see your tears.

Roach gallops at a steady pace heading north of Asenguard towards Kafka, you think the village is called.  You cling onto Geralt’s stiff back.  His body is full of adrenaline both from the fight and what still remains from the elixir. Metal and leather armor rub against each other quietly, however, you find the sound soothing to focus on, at least more so than the sound of the King’s threats.  His hair whips in the wind and if you were any taller it would strike you straight across the face.  Thankfully, that is not the case.  

Neither of you has said a single word since leaving the village and given the chance, you don’t know if you can.  What will you say?  Thank you? At this point, such a simple gesture feels so insignificant.

If someone were to ask you how long the ride took, you wouldn’t have an answer. Somewhere between twenty minutes and twelve hours.  It feels as though you have been on his horse for ages, yet seemingly out of nowhere the nearest village appears.  The Kingdom of Kafka, reads a wooden sign posted at the edge of town.

Paranoia fills your thoughts.  Has King Cassius set his army after you?  Do the villagers of Kafka know how many coins they could get for your head? It’s only time before they find everything out.  Unless they already know.  

Geralt brings Roach to a slow canter upon entering the quiet town. Everyone is asleep except for a few wandering drunks who pay the two of you no mind.  You don’t know where he is going until Roach stops in front of an inn.

“Put your hood up.”  Geralt’s rough voice breaks the silence.  You wordlessly follow his orders. “Look, the king won’t send for us in the middle of the night, so we’re safe for now, but tomorrow we need to keep moving.”  His amber eyes pierce through the night, gently searching your face.

“Do you have anywhere you can go?”

“There’s a woman who lives near Norwich, a friend of a friend who will house me for a bit.” Your voice comes out rough from prolonged silence.  The words feel as though you are no longer the one truly speaking them, your native language suddenly feeling foreign.

“Ok.” He sighs. “Good.”

Upon entering the inn, you come to realize it is more of a whore house than anything.  A brothel, to put it politely.

“And what can I do for you?” A woman’s voice made thick from excess mucous, cuts through the warm, slightly musky air of the room.  She wears a red hat of unfamiliar fashion and pants. Something most women would be beaten for wearing.  She exudes power over the dimly lit and certainly unethical business of hers.  

“I’m looking for someone.” Geralt’s voice is much quieter than it has been previously. “A bard.”

“In a blue suit? Well, we had one check-in not that long ago, but it will be extra to share his girl.” She smirks.  “My girls aren’t cheap.”

“No girl.  Just the room.”

“Right then, five coins.  He’s down the corridor to your right, last room on the left.”

Without another word, Geralt drops the coins in her hand.  He spares a quick glance down your way before starting off. You are nearly stepping on his heels, suddenly afraid he might leave you behind.  The wooden floors are uneven with boards sticking up every few feet or so. The whole structure of the building has greatly shifted since being built.  That isn’t uncommon as you go more north.  The forests become littered with different areas of muskeg which freeze in the winter and cause the ground to shift.  Kafka sits right on the edge of one of those swamps.  Nothing lasts long around here, not even the infrastructure.

Geralt doesn’t knock on the door.  So, when the two of you walk in on a naked man and a woman hard at work earning her coin. You can’t really blame the so-called bard.

“Jesus Geralt! Fucking knock first!” He shrieks in surprise.

“Leave.” The demand is directed at the woman on her knees.  She looks to the bard for permission and it becomes clear her job is now done.  She takes her coin and rushes out of the room, leaving the bard to frantically look for his knickers.

“What the hell was- wait a minute.  Who are you?”  His attention suddenly becomes fixated on you as he finally finds his trousers.  Your tongue finds itself in a knot.  You freeze, stiff as a board, not sure whether or not he is safe to introduce yourself to.

“Her name is Briar, of Asenguard.”  The bard’s head snaps up at your place of birth.

“Asenguard?” He questions.  “Is that why you went back Geralt? For a girl?” An excited gasp leaves his lips.

“Well Briar, you must be pretty special.  A girl, Geralt what has gotten into you?” He shoots a mocking glance at Geralt before turning to you.  A genuine smile spreads across his face.  He smiles with his eyes especially, they gleam like crystals.  His presence carries no sense of threat and you start to feel your shoulders relaxing.

“Hello, Briar.” He reaches for a handshake.  His hands warm and welcoming, slightly calloused at the fingertips from the strings of his instrument, but otherwise soft. “I’m Jaskier.”

“We need to talk Jaskier.” Geralt interrupts.  You take the chance to finally look around the room.  It is large for a brothel, with two midsized beds and a closed-off area for washing.  You poke your head inside to find a wooden tub.  A bath would feel amazing right now.  

Geralt tells Jaskier about the fire, a topic you wish you could just escape.

“Uhm.” Your voice cuts into their conversation. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you know how I could get water for a bath?”  Geralt’s eyes quickly flit to yours, you can’t tell if he’s annoyed at you for interrupting.

“I’ll ask some of the lovely ladies if they would be able to bring some water for you,” Jaskier says as he heads for the door.  The room stills in his absence.  Your eyes have yet to leave Geralt’s.

“Look, I know saying thank you could never even compare to what you have done for me, but thank you.”  

“You don’t need to thank me.” He speaks softly. “I’m partially at fault. I am the one who told the king you were a witch.” Confusion arises at his statement.  A witch?

“Why’d you tell him that?”

“I thought if he thought you were a witch, he’d leave you alone.  Witches aren’t to be dealt with lightly.”  Guilt laces his voice, but how could he have known the king would burn down the forest.

“So that’s why they started the fire.” The words feel tight in your throat, your quiet voice barely above a whisper.

“Briar, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”  You blink back a stray tear, threatening to spill.  “It’s not your fault.  It’s mine”

He hesitantly reaches out to you, clearly out of his element, yet he doesn’t pull back.  You lean into his touch and find yourself in a comforting embrace.  You all but dissolve into Geralt’s warm hug, his firm arms gently wrapping around you.  His broad figure easily engulfs you, as you nuzzle your head into his chest.  He reluctantly rests his chin on the top of your head, still shocked at the fact that you accept his embrace.  Neither of you are used to physical affection, not in a world as cruel as this one.  A feeling of acceptance of who you are and what you’ve done is mutual.  One thumb traces circles between your shoulder blades as you scrunch your eyes closed and inhale his scent.  Although still masked in the smell of smoke, underneath it all he smells like the forest, like home with the additional comforting undertones of leather and a trace of Roach’s pungent odor.  You never want to leave his strong, safe arms, but of course, good things never last.

Jaskier barges through the door with four girls carrying buckets of steaming water.

“Bath time!” He announces in a sing-song voice.

 The pleasantly warm water embraces your smooth skin and washes away the last traces of ash from the fire.  The sour smell of living wood being burnt is taken away with a bar of lightly scented lye soap that was generously provided by the working women.  If it weren’t for the circumstances which brought you here, you would consider this a lovely vacation.  Of course, you’ve never been on a vacation before so you don’t know what else to compare it to.  The brothel is certainly different than your forest.  Oh, your forest.

You grieve for your home as though it was another person.  In many ways it was a living, breathing being which provided for you in the same way your mother used to.  You haven’t felt this type of sadness since her death. She is the one who taught you to live in harmony with the forest, and now it too is gone.

On the other side of the thin bamboo-like divider, Geralt and Jaskier murmur in low voices.  You know they’re talking about you.  

You and all the trouble you bring along.  Despite this fact, their voices don’t sound angry, tense yes, but not angry.

“Briar!” Jaskier calls out.

“Yes?”

“You can take the bed on the right, Geralt and I will share the other.” You hear a scuffling of feet and what sounds like a grunt of disapproval from Geralt.

“What? It’s not like it’s the first time.” He directs towards Geralt. You have to stifle your laughter at his stubbornness.

Eventually, the water is no longer warm and you begrudgingly let it out through a plug at the bottom of the wooden tub.  It methodically flows out into a tiny trough in the floor which leads through a small hole in the bottom of the wall and to where you can only assume is a dugout of some sort.  You can’t really tell, it's too dark and there is only a small stub of candle light left.

The room is silent on the other side of the divider, they must have gone to sleep.  You can’t bring yourself to find out.  Instead, you turn back to the damp, wooden tub.  

When you step inside, the hem of your dress absorbs the last of the water pooling at the bottom.  You flatten your hands onto the base and let out a warm stream of energy that flows through your veins and out of your fingertips.  A emerald glow momentarily lights up the room as a layer of moss starts to form on the bottom of the tub.  You’ve always loved moss.  It is one of the first plants you learned to grow.  Moss simplistic in nature with only one set of DNA and doesn’t need any dirt to grow, just a bit of moisture.  Soon enough it covers the entire interior of the tub and provides a soft, cushiony bed for the night.

Morning comes all too soon.

“Did we seriously share a bed just for her to sleep in the tub?”  You awaken to Geralt and Jaskier looking down at you cocooned in your makeshift bed.  Jaskier, while mildly annoyed is clearly impressed at whatever you pulled off with the plants. “Huh.”

“We need to leave.” Geralt’s raspy morning voice cuts through the air.

 Roach happily greets Geralt in an unspoken language only the two of them seem to understand.  The horse blatantly ignores Jaskier but makes a point of saying good morning to you, by nuzzling her head to your hand.  Okay, maybe she isn’t greeting you, but rather looking for some apples.  

“I’ll grow some more for you once we’re out of town.” You whisper to her.

The trip to Norwich should take anywhere from five days to a week on foot. While you are lucky enough to get a lift from Roach, Jaskier is forced to walk and while it is not his fault, he does slow the three of you down.  

“Why does she get to ride on Roach?  The only time I got a free ride was when you nearly killed me with that djinn.” He whines

“The djinn was your fault.”

“Maybe so, but it has been the only time I didn’t have to walk.”

“That’s because Roach doesn’t like you.” Geralt states plainly.

“Doesn’t like me.” He gasps in astonishment.

“What do you mean she doesn’t like me? She’s a horse!”

“I think it’s your singing.” A sly smile spreads across Geralt’s face and you can’t help but laugh at their childish pettiness.

“Maybe you should feed her some apples, as a peace offering.” You suggest.

“Apples! Where in the world am I going to get apples? They aren’t even in season.”

“I’ll grow some for you.”

“Right, with your magic voodoo powers.”

“Voodoo? It’s not voodoo!” You laugh.

“So if it’s not voodoo then, what exactly is it that you do?”  The question catches you off guard.  What do you do?  You have never really had to explain it before.  With almost no connection to your relatives and any other mystical creatures, you have only ever compared yourself to humans, which feels almost unfair since you share no lineage with them.  

“Well, I suppose it is technically magic.  I live in harmony with the forest, its energy is my energy and I can shift that energy into different forms.  I’m not sure how else to explain it.  When one of us thrives, we both thrive.”

“Is that why you stopped the farmers?”  He asks. “No need to worry, Geralt filled me in on everything, I won’t tell” He jokingly whispers to you, but the atmosphere has already changed. Geralt hasn’t said anything, but his eager ears hang on to your every word..

“It is.” You pause a moment, struggling to find the right words.  “When the farmers cut the trees down, it pains me. Not physically, but spiritually I guess would be the closest way to explain it.  All I wanted to do was protect it and now, well now I can still feel the fire burning.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Briar.” He says sympathetically.  “Do you still have your ‘powers’ then if we leave the forest?”

“I can still feel the energy now.  As long as I am in the forest, I think I’ll be fine, I don’t really know what happens if I leave, I’ve never had a reason up until now.”

“If it eases your sorrow, we don’t actually leave the forest to get to Norwich.” Geralt speaks up.

“It does.” A gentle smile finds its way to your lips.

“Did you say Norwich?”

“Yes, there’s a friend of a friend I’m going to stay with there.”

“Well, I’ve got some friends there!” A sly grin spreads across Jaskier’s face.

“Friends?” Asks Geralt.

“You could call them that.”

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pt.4

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[recipe-for-thomathy]

Across The Border

( Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 - Finale )

Characters: All the Sides + mentioned Character!Thomas

Pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety, Dukeceit

Summary:

Light and Dark. Good and Bad.

In the early days of the mind of Thomas Sanders, Light Sides and Dark Sides were separated by a border.

No one dared to venture into the other's domain, in fear of disrupting the Mindscape's 'balance' and the consequences it may cause to a Side if they were to leave their primary realm.

Roman knew the risk.

But it was a risk he was willing to take, if it meant being able to reunite with his brother again.

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FamILY picnics became a weekly thing from then on.

And Prinxiety finally became a thing, too.

How did that happen, you ask?

Well let's have a little flashback, shall we?

~Flashback~

"Everything the light touches is yours, sun."

"...was that another Lion King reference and a pun?"

"Sure is, kiddo!" Patton giggles, then looks at the young Dark Side with a loving expression, "But I'm also saying that us in the Light Side of the border-"

"Another pun."

"-are your family now, too."

Anxiety flashes the fatherly figure a smile, "I know, Dad. You've made that very clear when you adopted me in the first 15 seconds of meeting me."

"Oh hush. At least now you have parents!"

"What about Roman?"

"He's your boyfriend."

"Uh, no he's not."

"Then I guess I'll have to make it official, then." Roman speaks up as he joins the moral and anxious Side and proceeds to say the speech he had practiced with Patton the day before, "Anxiety, like Padre said, everything the light touches is yours. I am a Light Side, therefore, I am yours. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my boyfriend, so you can be mine, as well?"

"...You're serious?"

"Yes."

"No take backs?"

"Not even returns."

"Then..." Anxiety quickly pulls the Prince forward so they met at the center of the border as their lips briefly touch in a chaste kiss.

"Yes!"

~End of Flashback~

So yeah, all ships are sailing now. Toot toot.

But now they had another problem.

"GUUUUUYSSSS!" Roman hollers.

"YAH LOUD NOISES!" The moral Side joins in.

"I am DEAFinitely going to lose my hearing soon." Anxiety states, making Patton squeal at his pun.

"Alright, that's enough screaming." Logan shoots a pointed look at Remus, who was about ready to make horrific whale noises, "Roman, what is it?"

"Thomas is running out of content for his YouTube channel!"

"Well, weren't you in charge of thinking up new content for him?" The logical Side reminds.

"I mean yeah, but obviously I got distracted, didn't I?" Princey gestures to Anxiety, then to all of them together on the bridge.

"I have a suggestion." Ethan suddenly speaks up. When all eyes turn to him, he continues, "Imagine this: a video where Thomas learns about himself and his different personality facets, namely; Logic, Creativity, and Morality."

"Ethan... That's brilliant!" Roman praises, his eyes filling with excitement, "That would actually make a really good series! Oh my gosh peck, I can see it happening!"

Patton gasps, "It can be called the Sanders Sides!"

"And the content shall focus on Thomas finding solutions to his everyday problems by having internal debates with himself." Logan jumps on the brainstorming train.

"Ooh, we should have Anxiety, Ethan, and Remus join in, too!"

"Of course! But we'll have them appear in later episodes to thicken the plot. If the series does become successful– which I have no doubt it will –we can have Joan help Thomas with scripts and storylines."

~3 years later~

Roman wasn't wrong.

The fans practically fell in love with the series!

At first, it was weird seeing their idol talk to himself, but as the series progressed with Thomas working alongside his friends, the Fanders had created a whole new fan base that was solely for the series itself.

The characters Thomas portrays in the series are almost similar to how the Sides actually act, excluding little details like the fact they were all dating one another.

But of course, that didn't stop the Fanders from shipping them.

Prinxiety became quite a popular ship in the community.

When Vine died, Thomas continued making short silly videos on Instagram. His YouTube channel now becoming his main medium for sharing content. And as his fan base grew, Thomas himself did, too.

His views and beliefs changed in a way that made him understand that nothing can truly be purely bad, nor purely good.

And on that day of realization, something unexpected happened.

The border.

The very border that almost cost a Side's life to fade away- Dissappeared.

And the realms were no longer separated, just like the brothers who were once kept apart, but now were together side-by-side with their little famILY.

They even created a castle in the Imagination where they all could reside in, naming it The Mind Palace, where every Side is welcome, no matter what they represent.

May they be Light or Dark, Good or Bad–

In the mind of Thomas Sanders now, Sides did not need to be separated into their primary categories anymore.

They are Sides of Thomas, that is that.

No Side had to risk their lives to be with their loved ones, because there was nothing that could ever come between them anymore.

No danger to fear.

No border to cross.

"I'm glad to be by your side again, brother."

"I'm just as glad as you are, brother."

The End.

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Author's Note:

Yes, it is done.

Yes, this is the last official part.

But!

I am absolutely willing to write filler parts about certain events I didn't fully feature in this part. Want to know how Anxiety got to pick his name? How everyone reacted to the border dissappearing?

COMMENT AND I'LL GRANT YOUR WISH!

Once again, I must thank you guys for the endless support you have all given me and this story. It's been a blast writing Across The Border and seeing all your lovely reactions to each part I create.

Zenpai loves y'all so much!💕

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Of Princes and Potions 2 - Chapter 6

It’s finally back! This and likely the next chapter will be some cute filler-y chapters, showing Roman and Logan having cute relationship time - and maybe a few more hints towards another relationship ;) ;) ;)

AU: Royal/Fantasy Pairing: Logince Words: 2608 Warnings: Mention of Deceit, mention of injury. Anything else, please let me know!

Summary: Logan is confined to the infirmary as his wounds heal, but Patton approaches him with an offer at the very end of his stay. Then Roman appears and steals Logan’s attention easily.

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Logan found himself confined to the castle’s infirmary for close to an entire month after the attack, mostly due to the severity of his injury. He was alone in the infirmary for most of the time – bar the nurses that periodically checked in on him and the visitors that did the same. He was, however, far from lonely

The mage found himself missing the company of Demitri once the other had been released after only a few days. In the time they did spend together, the two forged a bond tighter than before. Demitri seemed to find comfort in Logan, admitting many things whilst in the company of the mage that he otherwise would have kept to himself. Logan attempted to do the same, but Demitri shot him down once it was clear he was uncomfortable with sharing such personal details. He was, however, far from lonely once the animal handler had been allowed to go.

Almost daily, Logan would receive a visitor. Usually it would be Roman, who would drop by between his duties to ensure that his love was, in fact, healing alright. Each visit would end with Roman reiterating his promise to take Logan somewhere special as soon as he was able to leave; an earnest statement that had Logan’s cheeks show a light dusting of pink each time. Demitri returned often and was back to his normal, sarcastic self. The two argued playfully in between moments of sincerity and trust. It was comfortable and Logan found himself looking forward to his visits. Both Patton and Virgil were far less frequent at dropping by the infirmary, but no less welcome. They tended to appear together, as they were extremely busy with their obligations and duties. Logan did once attempt to convince them that they need not worry about him, but Patton simply waved it off with a smile. On the opposing side, Virgil responded by reminding Logan that he was worried about most things, so of course Logan would be on that list somewhere, no matter what state he was in. Logan had made no attempt since.

Logan was nearing the end of his time in the infirmary when Patton come by one evening, this time alone.

“Hello Logan. How are you feeling today?” Patton asked casually as he seated himself in one of the chairs that had been left around Logan’s bed as he received visitors so often.

“Good evening, your ma- Um, I mean, Patton. I finally feel as though the wounds have fully healed. The nurses informed me that I should be allowed to leave any day now.” Logan said plainly, shifting his back slightly as he spoke about it.

“That’s fantastic news!” The king beamed, “I actually wanted to speak to you about what we plan to do once you are released.”

That piqued Logan’s interest. Only Roman had mentioned taking him to do something once he was allowed out of the infirmary, but he couldn’t help thinking that Patton’s idea was going to be far more responsible than Roman’s.

“If you would like to, we are planning on taking a trip down to the not-a-dungeon dungeon with yourself and Demitri. We would like to show you what we’ve done for those who live there.” Patton’s usual easy-going demeanour had shifted, and he was instead serious and calm. Logan, for the first time in a while, could see the strength and commitment the king had without having to search for it underneath the bubbly exterior.

“Who would be joining us? If you wouldn’t mind giving specifics.” Logan questioned.

“As mentioned, we have planned to have both yourself and Demitri come along. I decided to ask you first, as I feel your answer will foreshadow Demitri’s own. I am also planning on asking Roman. It would do him well to see what I was talking about, as well as show him what some compromises look like.” The king’s shoulders sagged ever-so-slightly at the mention of compromises. The lines around his face almost seemed to deepen and his age was showing. Patton had been doing so much, whilst holding onto a sunny smile that allowed no one to truly know what was going on in his turmoiled mind. Logan almost reached out for him but thought better of it once Patton regained his composure.

“Virgil will be alongside us as the only guard. I would prefer to keep the secret between only a few select people, for safety purposes. I’m sure you understand that.”

Logan nodded, “Of course. I would be happy to join you. It will be… interesting, I’m sure.”

Patton’s arms twitched, as if he wanted to pull the mage into an embrace but was thinking better of it. “That’s fantastic! Do you know exactly when you will be discharged?”

“They said it will be either this evening or tomorrow morning.”

“Ah…” Patton’s face fell, and he put his weight against the back of the wooden chair as he seemed to get lost in thought. He muttered to himself quietly, his fingers tracing invisible lines. “We may have to postpone for a few days. My schedule, and subsequently Virgil’s, is extremely busy with meetings with visiting diplomats and the like. Sorry Logan.”

“It is quite alright. You have important tasks to handle. That is reasonable and should be accounted for. Relations are essential after all.” Logan said with a casual shrug,

“What is this talk of relations?”

Both men turned to the infirmary doors to see Roman heading towards Logan’s bed, a large bouquet of colourful flowers in hand. Upon reaching them, the prince leant forward and placed a kiss upon Logan’s forehead before busying himself with swapping out the flowers that sat in the vase beside the bed.

“We were just discussing taking a trip down to the not-a-dungeon dungeon.” Patton explained, loving smile growing as he took in the sweet gestures of his son and the reactions they were gaining from the typically stoic mage.

Roman made a questioning noise of acknowledgement, “So, you and Logan are going down there?”

Patton stood to address his son, “Yes, and I woul-”

“Let me come along.”

Roman had turned suddenly, hands still wrapped around the flower vase. His expression was determined, features hard, posture straight. He was clearly attempting to look as though he had power, or something akin to intimidation. The effect was broken once his father grinned wide and clapped a hand on the prince’s shoulder, causing the expression to falter.

“I was just going to ask you to come with us. Though, it will also be with Demitri and Virgil as well.”

“Oh… um, I-I didn’t know that, uh…”

“Anyway, I’m glad you both agreed to come along! It’ll be a wonderful opportunity for you both. I must be getting back to my duties.” Patton began to sweep out of the room with something that could have been described as gleeful grace, “I’ll send someone to find you both once I have the time to take the trip down with you. Goodbye!” Without so much as a pause, the door was shut behind the monarch and the couple were alone.

Roman turned and placed the vase back down onto the side table, “You’re feeling better?” He carefully sat on the edge of the bed, resting a hand atop one of Logan’s lightly, as if he were made of such brittle glass that Roman could break with too hard a touch.

The mage forced his eyes not to roll as he heard the same question that had come from the prince’s lips every single time he had come by for a visit. As each day passed, Logan had gotten steadily more and more frustrated with the question. Was it not obvious he was feeling better? He had agreed to join the king and others in a trip down into the depths of the castle, so of course he was feeling better! Logan realised he had to do something to finally get Roman to understand that he was, most definitely, feeling better.

As he was trying to think of an idea, Logan’s gaze caught on the prince’s lips. It was all downhill from there. Very little thought went into his actions as Logan, without a word, pulled his hand from Roman’s grasp. He gripped Roman’s shoulders in order to stabilize himself as he threw his body forward, crushing his lips against the royal’s own. Roman was far too surprised to stop the momentum of Logan’s body, which led to his back falling upon the mattress and Logan falling on top of him. Thankfully, both of them mentally caught up with what was happening before they landed  and neither seemed as though they were unhappy with the situation they’d found themselves in, instead favouring to continue the passionate embrace.

Eventually, Logan reluctantly pushed himself up and off of Roman. He was slightly breathless as he spoke. “Did it finally get through to you that I am, indeed, feeling better?” Logan attempted to look put together, but his clothing and hair were ruffled from Roman’s wandering touch. Speaking of, said touch was wandering back along Logan’s side as the prince closed in on the mage.

“I believe it may have, but perhaps you should really make sure I’m truly convinced..” Roman muttered, his lips hovering mere inches from Logan’s, tempting the mage even more to return to their previous activities.

Logan was a man who prided himself on being able to avoid the temptation of all manner of vices. He could only list one thing that was able to tempt him before and that was one specific sweet treat. But then he’d gotten involved with this stupid, gorgeous, romantic, sweet brat of a royal. His list of vices promptly doubled immediately after that first kiss, and Logan was officially an addict with Roman being his chosen substance – a decision that the crown prince was more than happy with.

In order to get his next fix, Logan initiated another kiss, almost letting out an embarrassing noise as Roman returned it with enthusiasm. Both lost themselves in each other, forgetting that a world existed outside of themselves. They forgot so much that Logan put up no resistance as Roman slowly began revealing more of the mage’s pale skin.

“Your Highness. Please refrain from such acts with patients in my care.”

The stern voice had the couple splitting apart with sharp movements. Logan’s face quickly bloomed red and he turned his head away from the head nurse, leaving Roman to explain to her that his initial intention was far from inappropriate and that Logan had started it. It seemed as though the head nurse had no patience for the royal’s excuse as she quickly ushered him out of the room under the pretence of needing to evaluate Logan’s healed wounds.

“Honestly, you would think that his father would have raised him better. And you.” She turned her attention to Logan once the heavy doors of the infirmary had shut, “You should know better than to let such a harlot tempt you into such acts.”

Logan mumbled a few apologies, seeing as he had no excuses to rattle off. He followed the old woman’s instructions to the letter, allowing her to examine all she needed without prompting another rant from her. Despite her current nature, Logan knew she was overall a caring woman and had been working for the royals for years - Patton had let slip that she’d been the one to assist in both the princes’ births and so had seen them grow up. The idea that this familiarity was the only thing that allowed her to use such harsh language to talk about the crown prince crossed Logan’s mind before her voice addressed him again.

“Your back seems to have healed wonderfully. The scars are still there, but that is to be expected. I expect you to be careful in the coming days. Do not do anything strenuous for your back, just as a precaution.” She gave him a hard look that implied all sorts of things that Logan really did not want to hear from the old woman. Then a tiny smile grew, and she looked almost motherly, “You are free to go, Sir Pendry. I would like to see you in a week’s time, just to ensure everything is alright.”

The mage nodded and stood, finding his legs to be stiff from such little use. He thanked the head nurse and began gathering up his belongings. It wasn’t long before Logan realised he would have to make multiple trips to take everything back up to his tower. He sighed and stood up to full height, intending on turning to the old woman and informing her of his plan, but he wasn’t able to say a word.

“I heard what you called me! How dare you use such foul language to describe me?! I should have you thrown out for that!” Roman had been let back in by the head nurse, who was simply standing before the seemingly irate prince with an unreadable expression.

“By all means, your highness, do your best to get rid of me. See how long you last without my assistance.” She retorted.

Roman gaped at her before dramatically tossing his head with a sniff, “Fine. I suppose I’ll allow you to stay.” He stalked over to Logan and gathered up the things Logan was unable to fit into his arms, “Come, dear. I’ll escort you away from such a heathen of a woman.”

As the two exited, the head nurse called out, “It was lovely to see you, your highness. Do drop by to visit more often and tell your brother to do the same.”

The prince stopped dead. A beat passed before he turned on his heel and smiled at the old woman, “Of course. I’ll try my best. Goodbye, Felicity.” He then continued on his way, seemingly unaware of the odd nature of the interaction.

Logan had long since given up attempting to make sense of his significant other’s ability to act in any which way he desired. Instead, he focused on making it back to the safety of his tower.

Once there, Logan placed the books in arms upon one of the desks and stretched out his shoulders, “I haven’t had to carry so many at once in a long while. I had forgotten how heavy they are…” A pair of hands resting on his shoulders startled the mage slightly, before he remembered that Roman had accompanied him. Logan quickly relaxed as the prince’s hands massaged at his shoulders, tension he didn’t know he had disappearing in an instant.

“Feel free to reject my idea, but I would like to show you that sight I’ve been promising tonight. If you are willing, meet me at the stables at dusk.” Roman spoke low, still kneading Logan’s shoulders. “I hope to see you there, my love.” A light brush of the royal’s lips against the back of his neck had shivers running down Logan’s spine. Roman’s hands then left him and he left the tower.

For a moment, Logan mourned the loss of the prince’s secretly talented hands, but he soon managed to pull himself back together. He considered Roman’s proposition about meeting at dusk while he picked up the vase that had been brought back with him, the flowers still wonderfully fragrant and fresh. Logan wandered up the spiral stairs and placed the object on his sparse bedside table, his mind already finding his decision made. Of course Logan was going to go to the stables at dusk. What reason did he have not to?

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Forgotten Alliance Ch 47

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Nope. 

Author’s Note: This one is more of filler chapter, but one that is definitely needed for this story. I cant believe the ending is just a few chapters away. I hope that you guys enjoy this next chapter!

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The study had been quiet. Elizabeth was actually enjoying it for once. It usually bugged the hell out of her that there had been just silence. But as of now, she welcomed it. It helped her think for once and that was all that mattered. She was actually able to sit down and go over the progress from the experiments. She had to sign papers as well showing Jax that she was still keeping her hands in the project and not running away from it all. Time was running out. As much as she wished she could just go and visit Elijah, she couldnt bring herself to. The way things had happened the last time she was there, Elizabeth honestly felt that she shouldn’t return unless she absolutely had the cure. She couldnt stand to see Hayley give that disappointed look again. Speak of the devil.

“What are you doing here?” Elizabeth asked as she continued to write on the paper in front of her. She hadn’t bothered to look up at Hayley as she took a step into the study. “The point of staying hidden was to keep you safe.”

“Would you believe me if I said I came to apologize?” Hayley said with a small smile. Even though Elizabeth didn’t look up at her, Hayley had to try. It had been some time since Elizabeth had gone to visit any of them and Hayley had known it was her fault for that reason. It took a lot for her to leave the Originals under a compelled babysitter while she made her way over her.

“You didn’t have to come all the way out here to apologize.” Elizabeth said as she signed another document and moved it over to the side. “Malakai apologized for you.”

Elizabeth heard Hayley sigh. She had no problems being harsh with the woman at the moment. Elizabeth didn’t even want to see her. And a part of her wondered who was watching over the house keeping the other’s safe. But as much as she wanted to yell at the woman for so many things. She hadn’t. She knew there would be no point. She would end up losing her temper and things could end up uglier than they had been.

“I know. ” Hayley said. “but then someone wouldn’t have been able to see you.” That had caused Elizabeth to stop what she was writing and looked up. Hope stood by Hayley looking shy. Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head and Hope smiled.

“Come on over.” Elizabeth said and Hope ran towards her.

The moment Hope had her arms around Elizabeth, Elizabeth had felt so much better. Over time this girl had bonded with her. No matter how much she hated her mother in that moment, a hug from a child cured it all.

“How are you?” Elizabeth asked Hope as she still hugged her.

“Good.” Hope said with a grin as she pulled away from Elizabeth. “Aunt Freya taught me how to do another spell.” She had some excitement in her and Elizabeth smiled.

“What spell is that?” Elizabeth asked as she smiled at her.

Hope looked over at Hayley for a moment before looking back at Elizabeth for a moment. “Can I see Aunt Freya’s old room?” She asked.

Elizabeth raised her eyebrow for a moment before nodding. Standing from her seat, she lead Hope down the hall towards Freya’s room. On the way there, they passed by the closed door of Klaus’s room and Hope had stopped for a moment, feeling the magic coming from the room. Both Hayley and Elizabeth stopped and watched her. Hope placed her hand on the door for a moment before looking at Elizabeth.

“Blood magic.” She said as if she was the one that had placed the spell there herself.

“How do you know that?” Elizabeth asked curiously. She was curious to know how she knew about the blood magic. She was also curious to know if she knew what, rather who, was behind that door.

“Its strong magic.” Hope said with a smile. “Aunt Freya said you can tell the difference with spells. The dream spell was done with blood magic. It feels the same as this one.” Hope explained. “Are you hiding something?”

Elizabeth sighed and took a few steps towards her as Hayley watched. Elizabeth knelt down to Hope’s level. “I have a sleeping King in there.” She said with a slight nod.

Hope’s eyes widened for a moment before looking back at the door. “Is it my dad?” Hope had asked hopeful.

Elizabeth looked at Hayley for a moment before looking back at Hope. “I’m not going to lie to you.” She said before nodding. “He is in there. But I am supposed to make sure no one is to go in there. And that is why the blood magic is there.”

“I know.” Hope said with a small nod. Her voice had sounded a bit broken.

“One day soon, he’ll wake up.” Elizabeth said as she ran her hand through Hope’s hair.

“How soon?” Hope asked. Her eyes lit up a bit as she looked between Elizabeth and Hayley.

“Sooner than we think.” Elizabeth said with a smile. But the smile she gave off, Hayley knew that she wasn’t giving the full smile she had used to give off. When Elizabeth looked over at Hayley, Hayley had given her a look that had several things. “Now how about you go to Freya’s room and get what you need while I talk to your mom?”

“Okay.” She said with a smile.

“Turn right at the corner and it is the first door on the left.” Elizabeth said as she stood and Hope took off running towards Freya’s old room.

“Why did you lie to her?” Hayley asked the moment she heard Hope enter Freya’s room.

“I didn’t.” Elizabeth said shaking her head.

“I doubt you have the cure or even remotely being close to acquiring it.” Hayley crossed her arms over her chest.

Elizabeth sighed. “Look, its hard to explain without showing you all the details.”

“How hard can it be?” Hayley asked almost annoyed.

“Harder than you think.” Elizabeth said just as Hope came running back with several objects in her arms. “What is all this for?” Elizabeth asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You’ll see.” Hope said as she walked past them and made her way towards the courtyard.

“Okay what is this spell?” Elizabeth asked Hayley as they followed her.

“She wouldn’t even tell me.” Hayley said with a shrug. “It’s meant to be seen by you.”

Elizabeth had a confused look on her face, but she followed Hope down into the courtyard. Elizabeth was surprised that Hope had gone straight for the side table that she used to watch Freya do several spells on. It was like Hope had never left New Orleans. “Your Aunt used to do all her spells there.” She said with a grin on her face.

“Freya told her.” Hayley said from behind her. “It was all she talked about on the way over here.”

“Are you sure no one watched you sneak in?” Elizabeth asked wanting to make sure that this wasn’t going to come back to haunt them. “I don’t need to worry about this on top of everything else.”

“We were safe, I promise.” Hayley said turning her attention to Hope as she was setting everything up on the table. “Look, she came in after Kai left the other day and said Freya was going to teach her this new spell and you needed to be the one to see it. You weren’t coming to us any time soon, so I made the decision to bring her here. Whatever comes from this, we’ll take care of it. Just as we have before.”

Elizabeth nodded. “As long as you were safe, that is all I can ask.”

She would have preferred if Hayley had kept Hope at home, it had been nice to see her. The call had been tough on Elizabeth and she wanted nothing more than to drop everything and make her way out there. But because of circumstances, and the fact that she was upset with the Hybrid standing next to her, she stayed right were she was.

“Ready!” Hope called out getting their attention. The moment she had it, she looked at Elizabeth. “Aunt Freya said I was going to need your blood for this spell too.”

“Too?” Elizabeth asked as she walked up to the table. “As in you have someone else’s blood?”

A grin spread on Hope’s lips. “Yes.” Her nodded quickly. “Aunt Freya said that this might not work, but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“I think your Aunt lacks confidence in her teaching abilities.” Elizabeth noted with a shake of her head.

Hayley laughed at that. “I some how doubt that. It might be the fact that they are in that spell.”

“You have a point.” Elizabeth picked up the knife that Hope had so carefully placed on the table. Slicing across her palm, she held her hand over the small bowl that Hope held out for her, allowing her blood to flow in to it. “You aren’t planning to put some curse on me and your Uncle, right?”

“No.” Hope giggled as she began putting the ingredients together.

It brought a smile to Elizabeth’s face watching her as she did it. Hayley had watched Hope practice several times before they made the trip out there. But to Elizabeth, this still amazed her even though she watched and helped Hope do one of her first spell. She was still so young. If it wasn’t for the Mikaelson magic running through her veins, she wasn’t sure how much magic Hope would be able to do. She would always be glad to watch the girl preform magic.

As she mixed everything to her liking, Hope began chanting. With each word that came out of her mouth, all three of them could feel the shift in the air. A breeze of a air passed through the compound, lighting the candles on the table as Hope continued to chant. The moment that they were lit, Elizabeth’s eyesight had been clouded over. For a few moments, all she could see was blinding white.

Panic has swept through her for a moment. She had no idea if this had been a part of the spell. But as she heard Hope’s chanting slow and eventually come to a stop, her vision slowly came back.

A gasp left Elizabeth’s lips the moment her vision was clear. She couldn’t believe what she had been seeing in front of her. “Elijah?” She asked as she took a step forward.

“It worked?” Hope asked hopeful. “We wont be able to see him. ” She added in looking around.

“I promise it worked.” The whisper left Elizabeth’s lips.

Elijah chuckled and shook his head. “Is this what it is going to take to get to talk to you?” There was amused smile on his lips. “Playing messenger with my niece?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I had my reasons.” She looked over to look at Hope for moment. But Hope had been leading her mother out of the courtyard.

“So I’ve heard.” He said as he took a step closer to Elizabeth. He looked around the courtyard. “You really have changed this place.”

“You really can see all of this?” She asked curiously. “How did Freya come up with this.”

“It was a long shot. But we were hopeful. This spell only last for a few minutes.”

“I’m glad I get to see you for whatever time we’ve got.” She said with a grin.

“The only down side to this is I can’t feel your presence. But the other day, while Hope was visiting, there had been an emotion that I couldn’t ignore.” Elizabeth knew exactly what he had been talking about.

She bit down on her lip, trying to think of how she can begin to explain this. “After I got off the phone with hope, I let my fear get the best of me.” It wasn’t so much a lie. She had let her fear take over. But it was for a completely different reason than what she was about to say. “The call made me think of how much I’ve failed you on this. I’m actually afraid that I am not the right person to do this.”

“Don’t.” Elijah said shaking his head. “You are not only searching for a way to free us, but you are helping to keep us safe. There was never a timeline on how long this would take. I don’t expect you to rush for our benefit.”

“But there is Hope to consider.” She shook her head. “Klaus will be kept down until you have a cure. Hope shouldn’t have to grow up without her dad in the picture. I don’t want to be responsible for Klaus missing out on her life. That’s what I’m most afraid of.” It hadn’t been a lie. Those had all been fears that had been playing through her mind for so long. But as Jax’s words lingered in her mind, the fear only grew.

“We’ll get through it, all of us.” He said as he brought his hand up to move a stand out of her face. But seeing as he hadn’t really been there and this just a spell, it hadn’t moved. Elizabeth hadn’t felt his touch. A touch that she had missed so much.

“It would be more comforting if I could actually feel you.” She said giving him a small smile.

He chuckled. “Gives you more reason to drop what you are doing and come for a visit.”

She nodded her head, almost afraid to trust the words that would possibly come out at first. “I promise it will be soon.”

It hadn’t sounded reassuring, but Elijah would take it. Before he could say anything else, he had vanished right before her. A sigh passed her lips as she looked to the table to find the flames had been put out.

A moment later her phone began ringing. Rolling her eyes, she pulled it out of her pocket. But the name that appeared on the screen made her stop for a moment to compose herself.

“What is it that you want?” She said into the phone. As she listened to Jax’s words, she heard Hope and Hayley come back into the courtyard. Hope’s curious eyes landed on her the moment she entered. “I’ll be there in ten.” She said before hanging up the phone.

Turning to Hope and Hayley she gave them a small smile. “Look, I have leave for a while.”

“What about what you said earlier?” Hayley asked as she took a step closer to Elizabeth.

Now wasn’t the time for that. Elizabeth knew that, especially with Jax calling her as he did. Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair.

“Leave Hope with Mary.” She said to Hayley. “After you drop her off, I’ll text you the directions. But I’ll let you know when to meet up with me. Spend some time with Mary, I know she misses seeing you guys.”

Elizabeth leaned down gave Hope a hug, that Hope happily returned. “Thank you so much for that spell.”

“I’d knew you’d love it.” Hope said with a grin on her face.

“I really did.” She said as she pulled away. “I’ll see you later.

"What is this place?” Hayley asked as Elizabeth stood in front of a warehouse door.

“Let’s just call it my ‘office’.” Elizabeth said as she entered her security code and opened the door. Elizabeth held open the door for Hayley. As she walked in, Elizabeth looked around to make sure there was no one else around. When she was satisfied, she walked in making sure the door was shut behind her. “You probably aren’t going to like what you see.” She walked down the hall to another door and entered a different pass code.

Hayley raised her eyebrow as she she followed Elizabeth through that door. Once she was inside, a gasp passed her lips. A pile of bodies laid in the corner of the warehouse. From what Hayley could tell, they were all vampires that had been bitten by a werewolf, or Elizabeth. As her eyes scanned more, she saw a cage with a vampire that was inside. It seemed like humans were standing around the cage taking notes.

“What the hell is this, Liz?” She asked looking at Elizabeth with a horrified look.

“This, gets us our cure that we need.” Elizabeth shrugged. “I made a deal with a friend in a very high place. He is paying for all of this. The humans, they are all here on their free will. Maybe not so much if you think about the contract they signed before starting this. The vampires,” Elizabeth started to walk towards the one that had been in the cage. “they were all caught by councils like the one Mystic Falls used to have. My friend paid off every city and town that had a council to keep them alive and bring them here.” Elizabeth looked at the vampire that was currently in the cage. She and Hayley watched as a human injected her with Elizabeth’s venom. “With each injection, we are closer to finding the cure for my bite.”

Hayley looked at Elizabeth and then around at the warehouse. “What deal did you make to get all of this, Liz?”

Elizabeth didn’t say anything at first. After a moment, she nodded her head towards an office. Hayley followed Elizabeth to the office and once inside, Elizabeth closed the door behind them. “Look, Hayley.” Elizabeth said shaking her head slightly. “No matter what price it is that I’ve paid to get this, we will have the cure and our family will be together again.”

“But do you want this on your conscious?” Hayley asked. “Do you think they will be happy that you are pretty much doing the same thing Lucien was doing?”

“The difference is that I am trying to find the cure, not a way to kill them.” Elizabeth said looking at Hayley. “These Vampires are the ones that have been slaughtering towns and taking innocent lives. They deserve it. I’m not taking the innocent to do what is needed.” She sighed softly. “When it comes to this deal, I don’t pay the price of it until I know for sure everyone is up and healed.”

“How high is that price you have to pay? This isn’t a simple favor that someone would be willing to do. There must have been something you promised them in return.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “I’d be willing to pay any price to get my family back. Wouldn’t you?”

Hayley would and she knew that. It was why part of this had been hard to see that Elizabeth had made the decision to do this. Getting their family back was the top priority for both of them. Hayley couldn’t understand why it was that Elizabeth had only gave her the task of getting the cure for Rebekah. “There must be something I can do to help. What ever deal it is you made, I want in on it to help get them back.”

Elizabeth shook her head quickly. “No. Hope needs you free from this. There is no definite outcome of what would happen afterwards.”

“What do you mean?” Hayley was trying to get every bit of information out of Elizabeth as she could.

“It means that you aren’t helping in any way, shape, or form. Becoming a part of this isn’t just some fraction of time. It will lead to things that we may be pulled away for months maybe even more. We both know you wouldn’t want to leave Hope like that.” Elizabeth had been making it seem like it was some business trip that needed to be taken. But she knew that if she gave Hayley all the details on the deal she would more than likely join her at Whitmore and Elizabeth couldn’t allow that.

Hayley nodded. What ever it was this deal was, she knew Elizabeth was going to continue to do it even if Hayley had told her not to. She was going to respect Elizabeth for doing this. She just didn’t know what the outcome would be or what they would have to face when the time came. She watched as Elizabeth walked over to the window that looked into the warehouse.

“We’re close, Hayley.” Elizabeth said never taking her eyes away from the window. “We’re close enough that with their help, they will be up before we know it.”

Hayley sighed. “Would it have been so bad if we had tried this years ago?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “I wanted to try and do it on my own and see if it was possible to get it. Having this friend means a deal that cannot be broken. This needed to be a last resort. I ran out of options.”

Hayley raised an eyebrow. “When did this all start.”

Elizabeth looked over at her. “The night you said I really hadn’t been looking for the cures.”

Hayley shook her head. “Liz, I was upset that night. You didn’t have to go and do this because I said something.”

“You were right.” Elizabeth said shrugging. “I was trying to put it off for so long on doing this. But it needed to be done. We’ll have them home soon.” Elizabeth looked back out the window and watched as they injected another vampire with the venom. With each injection, they were supposed to be getting closer to finding the cure. But with each of those injections, Elizabeth felt her freedom slowly slipping away. This is what it was going to take to get their family back in their lives and she wasn’t going to stop it from happening. It was bound to happen. She knew it was going to happen for a very long time.

“When you say soon, how soon?” Hayley asked curiously.

“A week.” She said sounding broken. “A month at the most.” And that was exactly how long it was going to take. Elizabeth tried not to let the tears that threatened to spill go. Now more than ever she needed to be stronger than she had ever been.

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Dmitri Island - ch 2

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A/n: hello everyone!! Here’s the next chapter to this lovely series!!! It’s a bit of a filler, but who doesn’t love a slow burn? 😏🥰 also I apologize for how long this is it’s suuuper long but it’s necessary! Promise 👌🏽

Warnings: just a whole lotta fluff, mutual (but not known) pining, and a twinge of jealousy 😏

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To say that the next week before the trip flew by was an understatement. It seemed like the work week went with the snap of a finger, and everyone was buzzing about the opportunity to get away. The group chat that consisted of you, Harry, Sam, Tuwaine, Harrison, and Tom had the same several messages on rotation.

How many days do we have left again?

Can’t wait to work on my tan 👌🏽

😎🌊🌴

It was as if every time you heard your phone buzz, the boys were talking about their plans for this island getaway. A lot of it consisted of how they all were going to get laid, which was quite an annoying conversation to be a part of, considering Harry and Tuwaine were egging Tom on finding a fit girl for the week.

Every time you saw the texts transpired about this topic, it made your blood boil. The whole idea of a vacation was to relax, not for hookups. But of course, the boys had other plans, plans of which included bringing Tom in on their shenanigans. You knew that getting this upset over the thought of Tom holding another girl close, hands trailing up and down her body, leaving open-mouthed kisses up and down her body... ugh, it made you positively shudder. Because you so desperately wanted that to be you, but you kept your feelings to yourself.

The day before travel day, everyone agreed staying at Tom and Harrison’s was the best idea. It made it easier for everyone - no one had to wake up super early to commute in that damned London traffic, everyone could ride together, and they had the most rooms out of everyone’s apartments. It was a win-win.

“Do you guys only eat pizza when I’m not here, or do any of you actually cook?” You asked as you opened the door to the boys’ apartment. You walked in and immediately saw three brown pizza boxes on the kitchen counter, two of which had already been emptied prior to your arrival.

“Well, y/n/n, we weren’t gonna actually cook anything the night before we leave for Dmitri Island! That would be silly,” Harrison greeted you, exiting the kitchen whilst polishing off his recent slice.

He walked over to you and leaned in to give you a hug and a messy kiss on your cheek, which made you giggle. “Ugh, Haz, you gave me a greasy pizza kiss! That’s gross!”

“Mhm, that’s what you get for arriving late, love,” Harrison laughed as he kept an arm slung around you.

Harrison and you always had a very brother/sister dynamic right from the get-go. After being introduced to him by Tom, you found out that you both had a lot in common, and even pulled a “Step Brothers” moment. It was like having a younger brother with Harrison. He was a hard-ass and a little shit, but was always such an amazing confidant. He was your go-to guy (if Tom wasn’t around) when it came to anything: work-related problems, friend issues, and even guys. Always playful, always there.

Tom had walked in on you and Harrison greeting one another, and for some reason he felt this heart drop at the sight. You and Harrison were normally affectionate, definitely platonically, but it stirred something inside of him. Seeing you in your work clothes - the way the black and white pea coat was slightly opened to reveal those high-waisted black, tailored dress pants you loved, a tight beige mock neck sweater hugging your curves, black belt with a gold buckle holding it all together - and that damn greasy kiss planted on your cheek made Tom’s jaw tighten. And he had no idea why this was affecting him so much.

Just pull it together, Holland.

“Well, Haz, y/n has a real big girl job that she actually has to commute to. Not like some of us,” Tom teased as he leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

Your head snapped around when you heard his voice, and you swore you let out a small gasp. He looked damn good. With his tight black v-neck that nearly skimmed the top of his very lowly-slung light grey joggers, so low that you could nearly see the white band of his Calvin’s peeking out, and his disheveled dark brown curls looking as soft as ever, it was enough to turn you into a pile of mush.

You shook the thoughts that were slowly starting to accumulate out of your head as you broke into a smile. “That’s right, Tommy. I do have a big girl job. We can’t all be actors now.”

“Yes, you know what they say. Those that can’t act land corporate jobs,” Tom teased with a wink, and you felt your knees get a little bit weak at the gesture as you walked over to give him a hug.

You felt his arms snake around your entire body as you reached up to his neck to hug him, his fingers drawing small little circles as you squeezed him tighter. You took in his warm, woodsy scent as he breathed in your woodsy floral notes of your perfume, a smile gracing both of your lips. You two stayed like that for a good five seconds before Harrison coughed. “Alright, you two leave some of the hugging for the rest of us, now.”

You and Tom broke apart quickly, light tinges of pink gracing both of your faces. You rolled your eyes as you messed up Harrison’s hair. “Whatever, div. Now, where am I staying?”

Harry cleared his throat as he turned his head from the couch where he was currently playing his PS4. “Well, y/n/n, we have some bad news...”

“Oh no, what did you divs do now?” You groaned.

“See, here’s the thing: Tom forgot that he was getting the guest room renovated, something about adding a bath or whatever in there, so our spare room is occupied now,” Tuwaine replied as he entered the room, his face turning away to take whatever reaction he was going to get from you.

“Oh my God, Thomas. You forgot about a major renovation happening in your home, right before we’re to go on vacation?” You turned to face Tom, rolling your eyes.

Tom’s face turned a darker shade of pink, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry, darling, it’s hard to keep track of what kind of maintenance is needed or scheduled ‘round here.”

You took in his face for a moment, full of remorse and guilt, and you sighed audibly. “It’s alright, Tommy. Just need to figure out where I’m staying, that’s all.”

“Y/n, you’re more than welcome to take one of our rooms if you want,” Sam offered from the sofa, a small smile gracing his freckled face.

“Or, y/n, why don’t you stay in Tom’s room? He has the biggest bed, and we will not allow you to sleep on the couch. That shit is uncomfortable,” Harrison interjected, a sly grin growing on his chiseled face.

Harrison wasn’t a stranger to you and Tom’s obvious pining for each other. You both haven’t admitted yet to him (to which he has no idea why yet), but he knew you both were liking each other more than just best friends. You two were perfect for each other, so it was hard not to ship you both. He knew you two both would end up together one day for a while, he was just waiting for the opportunity to make it happen. And this was a start.

You ignored Harrison’s stare as you looked around the living room. Those couches were only really good for naps, but full on sleep? Nope, definitely not going to be good. “I don’t mind it really, though,” you lied.

“Y/n, that’s ridiculous. You’re getting my room, darling, no excuses,” Tom shook his head, placing his calloused hand on top of your clothed shoulder. You felt his thumb slowly move up and down, and the butterflies from earlier returned in your stomach. You looked up to see his dark brown eyes pleading at you, sparkling under the warm fluorescent lights of his home.

“Fine, only because you’re making me,” you poked his side, causing a mini fit of giggles to escape from his lips.

“Alright it’s suited then. Y/n, you can have the last of the slices of pizza, then we need to be going to sleep, boys and girl. We have an early morning tomorrow,” Tuwaine spoke, and wit that, the boys left to finish their packing, and Harry to his game.

You and Tom still stood in the kitchen as you went to grab a slice of the pepperoni that was left for you. “Mmm, you know, these are not as good as back home, but I’ll take it.”

“Well, y/n, we don’t have New York pizza here in London, darling. It’s just whatever we can find,” Tom chuckled, giving your arm a slight shove.

“Oh well, London can’t have everything now,” you joked, returning the shove back to him.

“Ah, love, we definitely do. It’s just not New York,” Tom quipped, stealing the slice of pizza from your hands as you were about to take another bite.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that, Holland,” you look at him incredulously as he gives you the most wicked smirk.

Tom hums at your remark. “I would love to see you try, y/l/n.”

Tom’s heart beat is racing with the look you’re giving him. The playfulness behind your frown, the flicker of mischief that flashes across your eyes is enough to send the blood rushing to his head.

Control yourself, Holland.

“Oh just you wait, movie star,” you smirk as you start making a mad dash to Tom’s room, Tom following suit.

After you two nearly chased each other around the apartment, you two were laying at the edge of his California king bed, trying to calm down your ragged breaths from running around. You both were exhausted, but couldn’t move.

“Ugh, I wish someone would just take off my makeup for me, because I’m too damn comfortable right now,” you groaned, rubbing your temples.

“Darling, if you want, I could,” Tom replied, turning his head to face you, those damn dark browns twinkling so brightly.

“Oh, Tom, it’s okay. You do not need to do that, I appreciate it though,” you blushed, sitting up and looking directly at the hardwood floor to cover the heat rising to your face.

“I don’t mind,” Tom assured you, and he walked out of his room for a minute without explanation.

You frowned in confusion at his abrupt movement, when he came back with your sleek, leather suitcase in hand. “Alright, let’s get ready to sleep, y/n/n.”

“Tommy, you really don’t have to do this, you know,” you smiled weakly as you looked between your suitcase and Tom.

“Y/n. Stop being foolish and get your damn makeup wipes out so I can clean your face,” Tom concluded, stretching his hand out.

You rolled your eyes as you opened up your suitcase to find your wipes, handing one to Tom in defeat. He took the wipe from you, and with his other hand, he yanked you off the bed with a chuckle escaping your mouth.

Tom led you to his master bathroom as your pulse began to quicken. Walking into the giant restroom with marble flooring made you realize how intimate this was - Tom was about to take off your makeup. You and Tom were definitely affectionate, maybe more so than you and Harrison, and you definitely had your fair share of cuddle sessions with Tom, but this was a whole new level. And it made you nervous.

“You okay, darling?” Tom turned to look at you as he felt your hand subconsciously squeeze his a little.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about all of the travel we’re to do tomorrow,” you lied as you looked into his coffee-colored eyes. God they were beautiful eyes.

“Oh, y/n/n, it’ll be okay. It’s only a short drive to the ferry, and then before you know it, we will be in paradise, darling,” Tom comforted. “Now, come on, we need to get this shit off of you and our beauty rest.”

You chortled as you hopped onto the black and white marble counter. Once you were settled, Tom stood in front of your legs. He placed his large left hand on your right cheek as he took the wet wipe in his hand and smeared it across your left cheek. His gentle touch was electrifying against your skin. You couldn’t help but close your eyes at the touch.

Tom was doing all he could to be careful not to hurt you. He knew how to take makeup off, he’s done it so many times that it’s almost second nature to him. But it’s you. And even though this is just taking off makeup, he was being as careful and calculated as he could. He subconsciously started running his thumb along your jaw while working on the left side of your face, and for a second the swore he felt you lean in to the touch, but he quickly shook it off with a blush.

Holland, what the hell are you doing??

Tom swapped hands to start on the right side, and he finished before you even knew it. His touches were as light as a feather, and it nearly put you to sleep for a minute.

“Y/n, you’re all done,” Tom whispered as you fluttered your eyes open.

Once you did, you saw how close he was to you. Like it was so close that you could feel his warm breath dance along your lips. So close that you saw the many freckles that were scattered all along his nose, and boy were you tempted to reach out and touch them. You smelled peppermint wafting into your nose as his breaths started slowly to become more ragged. You followed his gaze to your lips, and you felt your face grow hot.

“Thank you,” you stammered, pulling away slightly to hide, yet again, another blush, and exiting the bathroom.

“You’re welcome, love,” Tom breathed, redness encompassing his face.

He followed you back into his room, walking to his chestnut brown drawers to pull out pajamas. Once he found pj’s, he went into his linen closet that was conveniently placed by his bathroom door and reached for a blanket and some extra pillows.

You watched the action in confusion. “Thomas, why are you grabbing those for?”

“Because you’re gonna be sleeping here. I’ll take the couch so you can have room,” Tom explained with a shrug.

“Nonsense, Tommy. You don’t need to do that,” you concluded. “Your bed is legit the size of the Atlantic Ocean, it’ll be okay. Also, it’s not as if we haven’t fallen asleep next to each other before.”

“Yeah, but that’s always when we all have our movie nights,” Tom cautioned, his eyebrows raising curiously. “Are you sure?”

You nodded your head as you took out your pajamas (really, it was just some old jogger sweatpants and one of Tom’s old t-shirts he gave to you a while back) from your own suitcase. “Yes, you idiot, now I’ll go change in the bathroom while you change here, and we can finally get that much needed beauty rest.”

Tom smiled, his face softening at the sound of your words. “Alright, darling. I’ll be here!”

You returned the grin as you shut the bathroom door to change, your stomach nearly dropping at the remark.

Holy shit, you’re about to sleep in the same bed as your best friend... your crush.

Pull it together, y/l/n!

Once you were in pajamas, you swung open the door to see Tom already laying in bed, his phone casting an illumination on his face. He was shirtless, which brought that same heat to your cheeks again, and you saw a peek of his dark grey joggers from under the covers. His hair was much more disheveled than it was when you first arrived, but he still looked ravishing.

Stop lusting over your best friend, y/l/n! Act normal!

Tom felt eyes on him as he looked up to see you staring at him. “Hmm do I have something on my face, darling?”

“Oh, no, sorry,” you mumbled, “just tired is all.”

Tom felt his heart go to mush when you yawned, stretching your arms high above your head. He always thought you were cute when you were sleepy, with you constantly rubbing your eyes, and your hair being slightly messy from you fussing around with it. Whenever you would come over in the evenings after work, you would always get like this, and your cuddliness made Tom’s heart increase in size.

“Come on, love. Let’s get some rest,” Tom beckoned, tapping the left side of the huge bed.

You padded over to the crisp, white bedding and slid in with a sigh. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you sunk yourself deeper into Tom’s sheets, a deep yawn escaping your lips.

You felt Tom shift beside you, and turned to see him looking at you with a puzzled look on his face. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at the black scoop neck tee you were wearing with a lazy but embarrassed smile. “Yeah, remember? When I spilled the tomato soup that your mom made all over my white blouse, and you gave me this top so I wouldn’t have red stains all over me?”

Tom laughed loudly at the memory, shaking his head. “Oh yeah. Still can’t believe you managed to dump an entire spoonful of tomato soup onto your shirt while you were serving it for yourself.”

“Oh hush, Holland,” you shoved him in between laughs.

The two of you were so tired at this point, that you both were doubled over in laughter. It took a good five minutes before you finally took control over your breathing, letting out a sigh. Tom followed suit, and looked over at you with the goofiest grin on his face. “Ah, y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You turn your body towards him and gave a lazy smile in response. “Yep. And you love it.”

Tom hummed as he arched an eyebrow. “Okay, sure, Jan...”

“Holland, don’t use a meme on me right now,” you chuckled, giving him a light slap on his right shoulder. “Now let’s get some sleep before I pass out right now.”

“Whatever, y/l/n,” Tom teased as he pulled the covers up over his body.

You slid down into the sheets, not really knowing what much to do besides turn on your left side, having the covers tucked under your right arm. This was such a weird feeling. You sleeping in the same bed as Tom. Your best friend. You never thought you would be in this position, and the many times you had dreamed about it, it definitely was not because of the lack of rooms in the home.

“Y/n?” Tom whispered from behind you.

“Yeah, Tommy?” You asked, turning your body to face him.

“Can we... cuddle? I’m really cold right now,” Tom mumbled, heat rising to his cheeks.

You felt your own face grow hot at his words. “You, cold? That’s impossible,” you teased. “But yeah, I don’t mind.”

Tom grinned sleepily at your response as he pulled you close to his body, and you nearly gasped at the abrupt action. You quickly nuzzled into his neck, with your head resting on his chest and his left arm slung around your body. Your right arm was laying across his bare torso, your forearm grazing the sculpted abs that graced his beautiful body. Your legs were intertwined with his so naturally, it was as if it were normal.

“Goodnight, y/n,” Tom yawned, a sleepy smile growing on his face.

“Night, Tommy,” you muttered into his neck, immediately dozing off in Tom’s safe arms.

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The Statue Part 5| Tom Holland

Last Part: The Statue Part Four 

Author's note: Just a little filler before the actual garden party chapter, I’m so excited about what I have planned for this story and I hope you all stick around to read it. In the meantime, I have two new Tom Series out, Daycare and the College series. Check them out if you guys want, lots of love Elle. 

She knew the feeling the moment she had woken up, it started at the pits of her stomach, but she knew this wasn’t the time for it. The whole morning had consisted of pampering as her ladies maids got her ready for the garden party. She knew it shouldn’t be a big deal after all the past three weeks were leading up an event like this. The Queen had assured her, that she was ready. This was her new life now, the life of being picture perfect at all moments. 

Wiping her sweaty hands on her pink dress, she quickly looked down making sure no trace of the act was left. Thomas was on his way over to her so they could join the rest of the guests. There was some sort of relief knowing that the girls and her family were seated amongst the rest, yet she knew this wasn’t where she belonged. 

The pounding of her heart was loud in her ears, as she placed her sunglasses over her eyes. Shielding the panic that was rising within her, it was a battle she knew she couldn’t win, her hands were shaking uncontrollably. Just the mere thought of going out there and having to mingle with Dutchess, Dukes, and other rankings made her nervous. 

“Darling, you okay?” Thomas was worried, he watched as she slowly turned to him with what looked to be a smile on her face. He watched as she unconvincingly nodded her head. “do you want some water?” 

She shook her head as she sighed feeling his arms wrap tightly around her. The warmth spreading through her calming the waves that were rolling within her. “Wine would be good though.” she breathed as he chuckled softly. 

That was a fact he learned about her this week, each night to unwind and relieve the stress of the day, she would sit in one of the accent chairs in their room with a glass of wine. It was only after he asked that she admitted that sometimes wine helped her calm down. 

“Do you want me to get you some?” he asked as she shook her head hugging him tighter. She knew there was nothing to fear, Thomas would be with her every step of the way yet she still couldn’t help the thought that she might mess it all up. The Queen and King had faith that y/n was more than ready for the event, she held herself with nothing but pure and utter grace. y/n had an innocence about her that was hard to miss. 

“I just-I don’t want to let you or your parents down.” she breathed out as Thomas’ heart swelled at her words. She had been so strong these past few days promising him that she was alright with answering any questions about their relationship if asked. He was so overjoyed that he forgot about the fact that this was her first public event. “I know that it’s silly but I just don’t want to embarrass anyone.” 

He chuckled softly tugging her closer if even possible, the look in her eyes was enough to have Thomas on his knees for her. y/n was managing to sneak her way into his heart in a way he never thought possible, and suddenly nothing else matters but her. He didn’t care that there were hundreds of people littering the garden in hopes of chatting their presence, it didn’t matter what his parents wanted them to do. All that mattered to him was what she wanted.

“We don’t have to go out there.” he breathed resting his forehead on her own making her giggle. She knew that wasn’t an option but the offer was tempting. It was no secret that she would take a lazy day cuddled up in bed with him than being out in the blazing sun entertaining everyone outside. 

“Hmm sounds tempting..” she giggled wrapping her arms around his neck as he smiled softly down at her. His eyes trained on her lips, wanting nothing more than to feel them pressed against his own. 

It was silent between them for a few moments, Thomas wondering if this was the right time to finally kiss her. y/n, on the other hand, was slightly panicking, he was close to her, closer than he’s ever been before. His scent was invading every single sense making his presence well aware. His hands lightly gripping her waist making a soft gasp to leave her lips.

“I’m going to kiss..” he breathed out chuckling softly as she slowly nodded her head. Leaning down softly his lips lightly brushed over hers, the feeling something he couldn’t describe. Having enough of his games, y/n stood on her toes as she crashed her lips on his welcoming the warmth it brought her. 

Their lips moved in sync as they savored each other in that moment, a moment that was there’s and no one else. Everything had been leading up to this moment and now that Thomas has kissed her, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop. Pulling away softly she couldn’t help the giggle as Thomas chased after her place, placing three more soft kisses. 

“We should get going..” 

He nodded his head opening his eyes, he was sure he looked completely and utterly lovestruck. He felt lighter as her figure laced through his own, her light pink dress matching his outfit perfectly. The way her swollen lips looked perfect holding the secrets that he wished to uncover. 

“Promise me one thing my lady..” turning to look at him she smiled tilting her head to the side waiting for him to speak. “promise me that won’t be the last time.” 

With flushed cheeks, Thomas watched as she adjusted her glasses looking at him with a bright smile. 

“My prince, there is definitely more where that came from.” 

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That’s not why I’m going (34)

Worth fighting for

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18. 

Word count: about 4,350 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, except on the next morning, while the gang is at Ramsford the day before the rehearsal dinner! We’re starting with Amara’s POV. This is a bit filler, but it sets up important moving parts for the next chapters, where shit is really gonna go down!

*****

Amara slowly opens her eyes, to see Drake sitting up in her bed, reading a book. She glances at the clock. 9 AM. It’s been a while since she’s slept in so late. 

Crazy how, when she was a bartender, not so long ago, 9 AM was the earliest she ever got up, since the night shifts took a lot out of her, and so did the nightmares. But last night, no nightmares for her, at least none that she could remember. All she remembers is having a great time at karaoke, and going up to bed with Drake. Making love lazily right before falling asleep. 

‘Morning baby,’ Drake whispers. ‘I brought coffee up from the kitchen.’

Her savior. She sits up next to him and he opens up his arm for her to nuzzle in the nook of it. She wraps her arm around his waist, pulling him closer, and leaving a trail of kisses on his chest. ‘Thank you,’ she says, her voice raspy.

‘Someone sang too much last night,’ Drake chuckles. He kisses the top of her head. God, she loves his smell. His puffy eyes in the morning. His sweet smile that he keeps only for her. His kisses, always the right amount of tender, or sexy. She closes her eyes again, to try and retain as much as she can from the moment. 

‘Guys, are you dead?’ Maxwell shrieks through the door.

Drake and Amara both burst out laughing. ‘No, Max, we’re alive, just chilling,’ Drake yells out.

With no warning, Max walks in. ‘Good morning beautiful people!’

Amara rolls her eyes and thanks God that she’s covered up by a sheet. ‘Morning, Max. We were about to get up.’

He sits on the love seat by the bed. ‘Great! Hana is making pancakes and we were thinking of spending the day by the pool. We need to enjoy our life before--’ he stops himself and pauses. ‘Before we die, dammit!’

They both chuckle and Drake finally says, ‘If you let us actually get ready, I promise we’ll be downstairs very soon.’

Max smiles excitedly and takes his leave. As soon as the door is closed, Drake turns his head to capture Amara’s lips in a deep kiss. ‘Let’s hop in the shower, Suarez. Get your sexy ass in there.’

*****

Drake’s breath catches as soon as he sees Amara remove her beach wrap, and reveal the stunning bikini she’s wearing underneath. Dammit, this swimsuit looks like it was made for her. He’s completely enthralled in her, even after they just spent half an hour having sex in the shower before breakfast. But still, he feels a twinge in his own swimsuit at the sight of the beautiful woman he loves. He takes a deep breath, tries to cool off, and takes a sip from his lemonade glass. Amara takes a seat next to him in a chaise longue after kissing his cheek.

‘Hey handsome,’ she says excitedly. ‘Beautiful day to be by the pool. I can’t believe we’ve never used it for all the times we’ve been at Ramsford.’

Drake smiles at her. ‘I know.’ He lowers his voice. ‘You’re so fucking hot, I’m gonna need to chill a little.’

Amara cracks up. ‘Yeah take a chill pill, Walker, our friends are joining.’

Maxwell comes out of the house running, in his blue swimsuit with squids on it, and without stopping for even a second, jumps into the pool and splashes both Drake and Amara.

‘How’s that for cooling down?’ Amara asks jokingly.

Drake shakes his head.

Liv comes out, wearing a giant sun hat, sunscreen in hand, lathering it in thick layers on her arms. She sits down under the umbrella, and settles into her seat, a frown on her face.

‘You ok, Liv?’ Amara asks.

‘Yeah,’ she replies, annoyed. ‘The sun is blasting already. Not good for me.’

Maxwell emerges from the pool and makes eye contact with Drake and Amara, before saying: ‘You know, Liv, if you wanted, you could tell Rashad to join us. Plenty of food and drinks for everyone. Right guys?’

Drake nods vigorously. ‘Of course. I like Rashad, he’s fun to be around.’

Amara and Hana nod as well, bright smiles on their faces.

Liv rolls her eyes. ‘Guys, you’re very transparent. And pains in my ass. What tells you I want to see Rashad right now?’

Amara sits up and slides her sunglasses off her nose. ‘Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’ve been staring at your phone and moping all morning.’

Liv scrunches her nose. ‘I’ll have you know, Suarez, that I’m not like you. I don’t need to be romanced at all times.’ She gestures at Amara’s hand in Drake’s. ‘I’m fine on my own. Better than fine, in fact, I’m grand.’ She pauses and returns to her sunscreen application.

Maxwell lets out an exaggerated sigh. ‘Oh, so you want us to insist, huh? Alright, fine by me. Pleaaaaase Olivia, tell Rashad to come! We are desperate to see him in a swimsuit. Pretty please?’

Olivia snorts. ‘How would it even work, huh? He doesn’t know about these two,’ she gestures to Drake and Amara.

Drake shrugs, ‘We can keep it in our pants for a day, Liv. We’re not animals.’

She snorts again. ‘Tell that to the bar bathroom last night.’

‘Seriously, Liv,’ Amara insists. ‘We’ll play it cool! Plus, Drake and I might go to a little restaurant tonight for dinner, so we’ll be out of your hair.’

‘It won’t work,’ Liv replies. ‘He’ll see right through you.’

‘Um,’ Drake brings his hand to his ear, ‘is that an excuse I’m hearing? Look, Rashad is sneaking around with a suitor. He has no reason to rat us out, even if he suspects something. He doesn’t care. And tonight, you and him can go out, and Amara and I can go out, too. No one will be the wiser. Come on. Stop making excuses, Nevrakis.’

Amara nods furiously. ‘Come on, I’m with Drake and Max. Specifically on the swimsuit front.’ Drake nudges her with his elbow and feigns shock. ‘Oh please,’ Amara continues, ‘I’m kidding.’ She turns to Olivia and mouths ‘No I’m not.’

Olivia lets out a throaty laugh. ‘Ughhhh guys, this is torture. You’re trying to turn me into one of you sensitive types, who sneaks out on dates and bones in a bathroom because she just NEEDS to have him right here right now--’

Drake interrupts, ‘Please stop talking about the bathroom.’

‘Yeah Liv, get over it,’ Max adds. ‘They celebrate each other’s bodies and it’s beautiful.’

Drake makes a disgusted face. ‘Alright, let’s all calm down. And Liv, text him to come over. Say we all invited him because we wanna hang out.’

Olivia rolls her eyes, but grabs her phone again. 

*****

Bastien walks into the King’s study and curtsies. ‘Hello, Your Majesty. You called for me?’

Constantine sighs painfully. ‘Yes, thank you, Bastien. I wanted to know how things were going with the plan for tomorrow.’

Bastien nods and hands him the file he brought with him. ‘I figured you’d want to know, Your Majesty. I brought you the ticket, as well as a full report on him.’

Constantine takes the file and peruses it, nodding. ‘Great. Are we still on for hitting the nail on the head during the Decision Ball? I want nothing left to chance, Bastien. I cannot afford for Liam to make the biggest mistake of his life.’

Bastien gulps down. Maybe he’s the one making a mistake. Still, duty first. He nods. ‘Everything is in place, Your Majesty.’

*****

‘Hello? I’m coming in!’ Rashad announces through the main door. Amara walks back from the kitchen, where she was preparing a pitcher of margaritas, and comes face to face with the newcomer.

‘Hi Rashad! Welcome to Ramsford,’ she says as she gives him a one-armed hug, the other hand busy balancing the pitcher. ‘So glad you came!’

‘Oh,’ he says, running his hand through his hair. ‘Thank you guys for inviting me. I’ve never been here during daylight, or um...without any peacocks around. It’s awfully quiet.’

Amara laughs. ‘Well, Max and Bertrand sent the staff home until they figure out who snagged Liv’s phone, when, you know…’

Rashad nods understandingly. ‘Oh, I wasn’t complaining. It’s nice to have some peace and quiet.’

Amara leads him to the pool area, where everyone else is either swimming or sunbathing, except for Olivia who is safely under her umbrella. Amara notices that Liv sat up a little straighter upon noticing Rashad. It makes her smile. ‘Rashad’s here, guys!’

‘Hey everyone, thanks for letting me crash! I brought some whiskey.’ He holds up the bottle for everyone to see.

Drake predictably lights up. 'Thanks, man! Good to see you.’

‘Is it good to see him, Walker, or is it good to see the booze he brought?’ Liv asks sarcastically.

Drake rolls his eyes and smiles at Rashad. ‘Obviously both.’

*****

Two drinks in, Hana and Amara are waddling in the pool, enjoying the sunshine and relaxation. They chat together about everything and nothing at the same time, and observe the people around them. Drake and Maxwell on one side, chatting excitedly, and on the other, Liv and Rashad, talking intensely and having a drink. They look sweet and bashful and all the adjectives Amara never thought she’d use to describe Olivia.

‘Jeez, they look cute together,’ Hana whispers, before taking another sip of her margarita.

‘I know, right? Liv’s features actually relaxed when she started talking to him. It’s almost magical.’

Hana giggles. ‘Are you guys ok spending our last free day pretending not to be together?’

Amara shrugs. ‘I’m having fun with everyone. I’m not gonna avoid Drake, we’re just going to avoid PDA, that’s all.’

Hana nods. ‘You know...you two are also very cute together.’ She nudges her with her elbow. ‘Something tells me everything is gonna be ok.’

Amara sighs. ‘I hope so, Han. I’m so nervous about tomorrow and Saturday’s events, you have no idea. I feel like something’s gonna happen, or maybe Liam will find us out and throw us both out of the country. Either way…’

Hana raises her eyebrows. ‘Look, you’re too in your head. You need to take a step back. Remember what I told you a while ago? Don’t lose sight of what’s important. Of love.’ She lowers her voice. ‘Of what’s worth fighting for.’

Amara chuckles. ‘How can you always stay so positive?’

‘Well hun, I know both you and Drake by now. I know you’ll be fine, if you keep your eyes on the prize.’

‘Woooo!’ Maxwell yells out behind them, suddenly jumping in the pool again. Hana and Amara cover their faces from the splashes.

Drake seamlessly slides into the pool next to them. ‘Hey ladies,’ he whispers. ‘Look at these lovebirds. This guy is the Nevrakis whisperer. I swear I saw her laugh.’

*****

Amara gets out of the shower after a long, fun pool day. She dries her hair with a soft towel and moisturizes her face. As she’s about to take off her towel and put on some clothes, her bedroom door bursts open. 

She jumps up, ready to pounce on the intruder the way she destroyed Tariq at Applewood, but as she gets out of the bathroom, she realizes it was Olivia.

‘Fuck,’ she yells, ‘you scared me, Liv! Ever heard of knocking?’

Olivia shrugs and sits on the bed nonchalantly. ‘Don’t be dramatic.’

Amara rolls her eyes, tightens her towel around her chest, and sits by Olivia. ‘What’s going on?’

Olivia stares at her nails, not making eye contact with Amara. ‘Nothing. I wanted to catch you before you’re off with Walker, that’s all.’

Amara nods and plays with a strand of her hair. ‘And?’

‘And I wanted to catch up, that’s all.’ Liv sighs. ‘Also, um… I wanted to clear the air. I didn’t mean to chew Drake out last night. For telling me that Liam knew.’

Amara exhales slowly. ‘Liv, that’s no problem. He knows you didn’t mean it. You scared me, you know, I thought something was really wrong. In case you didn’t notice, I’m a tad on edge these days.’

Liv gives her a sympathetic smile, which sends a shiver down Amara’s spine. ‘I get that, Suarez. It’s just new for me.’

Amara raises her eyebrows. ‘What’s new for you?’

Liv takes a deep breath and says, ‘Human interactions. How to talk to other people, people who are not Liam. He’s the only one I let in, in the past what, 23 years. Now--’ she interrupts herself, stares at her nails again. ‘Now you guys have weaseled your way into my life, and I don’t know how to act.’

Amara can’t contain her smile. ‘Aww, Liv, that’s so sweet!’

Liv turns around briskly and frowns. ‘Don’t you dare, Suarez.’ 

Amara throws her hands in the air. ‘Fine, sorry.’

‘I’m not used to it. People having my back. Like all of you last night, about the Rashad thing. And Max inviting him over today. No one ever thinks of me like that. So, I just wanted to say that.’

Amara bites her lip to make her smile disappear. She knows what Liv means, and she decides not to push her any further. She gets up from the bed and says, ‘So, since you’re here, do you wanna help me pick an outfit? Drake and I are going to a little pub in town, for fish and chips. Something casual.’

Liv rolls her eyes, but can’t hide the seed of a smile. ‘Fine. I guess you need my help. I noticed that there’s been an awful lot of color in your outfits lately. What’s up with that?’

Amara shrugs, ‘It’s sunny out, why not wear color? What’s wrong with wanting to be cheerful?’

Liv stares at her blankly. ‘I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that. Go with jeans, and oh, this blouse.’ She picks up a white, flowy top, with a plunging neckline. ‘It’s classy, yet casual, and it will show off the goods.’

Amara chuckles. ‘Thanks. Shoes?’

Olivia stares at the closet intently. ‘Maybe these tan sandals. I like these.’

Amara nods and grabs the outfit. ‘What color nails should I go with?’ She gestures to her massive nail polish collection.

Olivia’s eyes widen. ‘What? Last time I was in your room, you had like half of this. When did you go out and stock up on nail polish?’

Amara shrugs. ‘I have an addiction. My friend Mia says it’s better than buying drugs.’

Olivia cocks her head. ‘I’m not so sure about that.’ She pauses. ‘Light gray. Go with light gray for your nails.’

Amara changes in the bathroom, and gets out triumphantly, showing off the outfit curated by Liv, who nods in approval. Amara sits at her vanity to paint her nails, and notices that Liv swiped a light red polish from her collection, and is starting to do her own nails. Amara smiles, and decides not to comment. They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, both paying attention to their manicures.

‘Rashad asked me to dinner tonight,’ Liv finally says.

Amara smirks. ‘Oh, that’s so nice! Where are you guys going?’

She shrugs. ‘I think we’re going to this tapas place about half an hour away. Quiet spot that Rashad knows.’

Amara nods. ‘That’s awesome. I’m glad he’s here, Liv. He’s really fun to be around. We all had a great day with you guys.’

Liv flashes an awkward smile. ‘Yeah, yeah, he’s great. Should I fuck him?’

Taken aback by the bluntness of the question, Amara shakes her head in disbelief. ‘Oh, um, I’m not gonna tell you what to do with your body, Liv. Do you want to sleep with him?’

Liv snorts. ‘Have you seen the guy, Suarez? Of course I want to sleep with him. But um--’ she blows on her nails to dry them. ‘I’m still feeling a bit...vulnerable,’ she says with a grimace.

‘I get that. Maybe you can take your time, until it feels right.’

Liv chuckles. ‘I’m not in high school, waiting to lose my virginity, Suarez.’

Amara admires her nails. ‘Virginity is a construct, Liv. You can feel like you need to wait at any point in your life, not just when you’re inexperienced. So take it easy if that’s what feels right. He sounds like a really good guy, he knows what you’re going through. You can talk to him about it, if needed.’

Liv nods. Amara notices that she is blushing slightly. ‘Right. Well, no one expects a three date minimum with the bitch who rode her bodyguard in the car, though.’

Amara makes an offended face. ‘Excuse me, Liv, you owe nothing to anyone. This is not Liam we’re talking about, with his entitlement and his warped view of women. This is Rashad, a guy who’s actually grounded in the real world. His formalwear does not consist in a sash like Prince Charming. He’s a real guy. He will not equate you to your past.’ She catches her breath and starts her second layer of light gray. ‘Plus, there’s nothing wrong with riding someone in a car, you know.’

Liv smirks. ‘Right. It’s not like it’s the bathroom of a cop bar we’re talking about.’

*****

Drake waits for Amara in the living room, a cup of tea in hand. Maxwell was keeping him company but Bertrand just called him in the study to discuss tomorrow’s statement about their dad. Drake finds himself get a bit nervous. It’s silly, because it’s not their first time going on an actual date. They’ve been to the cop bar together before, way back when they were barely an item. But now...it’s different. It feels official. It feels real. Drake is waiting for his girlfriend to come down so he can take her to dinner; a casual dinner, but dinner nonetheless. He wonders if he’s overdressed. He ditched the denim shirt tonight --well, he’s still wearing jeans, baby steps-- and, following Max’s recommendation, opted for a white linen shirt that Amara had commented on, on a different occasion. 

Rashad walks into the living room, holding a cup of tea as well. ‘Hey Drake.’ He raises his cup. ‘Great minds think alike.’

‘Heh,’ Drake replies. ‘Cheers. How are you doing?’

Rashad nods, ‘Good, thanks. Just um… waiting for Liv to come down. We’re gonna go get tapas.’

‘Oh good! Are you going to Matador?’

Rashad smiles brightly. ‘Yeah! I can’t believe you know the place! It’s so small.’

‘Yeah, I’ve been a couple of times with--’ he cuts himself off. He went with Savannah, back in the day. ‘With my family,’ he finally says.

Rashad nods. ‘Nice. I love that place. I’m glad Liv texted me today, I’ve had an awesome time with you all.’

Drake smiles. ‘We did too. It was fun to spend time with you, so thanks for coming.’

‘I honestly couldn’t be happier that she texted me.’ He runs his hand through his hair. ‘I um… at the risk of sounding pathetic, I had been sitting at a café, pretending to work, but really I was checking my phone every two minutes.’ He chuckles. ‘I didn’t expect this to happen, man. We’ve known each other for a long time, but I guess something changed, and now…’ he throws his hands up. ‘I don’t know. I’m kind of in disbelief. She’s a little too cool for me.’

Drake laughs along. ‘Eh, you’re cool enough.’

Finally, Liv makes her appearance. Drake notices that she’s wearing her hair down, which softens her features. Rashad’s face visibly lights up at the sight of her.

‘You look great, Liv,’ he says, holding out his hand for her to take.

She smiles. ‘Thanks, so do you. Have a good night, Walker.’ 

Rashad smiles and waves at Drake and they’re on their way. A few minutes later, Amara comes down, wearing a white blouse that highlights her tan skin and her beautiful figure. ‘So sorry babe, I didn’t mean to make you wait, but my nails weren’t dry.’

Drake smiles broadly and gets up from the couch. He wraps her in a tight hug. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ He kisses her tenderly. ‘Let’s go?’

*****

‘That is SO cute,’ Amara squeals.

Drake had filled her in on his encounter with Rashad, and on how he had been gushing about Olivia right away. ‘I know right? I really hope that--’ he interrupts himself and shoves a French fry in his mouth.

Amara frowns. ‘What? You hope what?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘Fine. I didn’t want to say anything anxious tonight, but… I really hope that Liam doesn’t shit all over Liv’s new thing with Rashad.’

Amara nods. ‘I know, right?’ She takes a sip of her beer. ‘He better not ruin things for these two.’ She pauses, and looks at Drake, at his intense expression. The expression of a man who’s completely involved in his friends’ lives. A completely different man from the one she met in New York City, and yet a lot of him is the same. He’s just more open, less impervious to the world around him.

‘What?’ he asks. ‘Do I have something on my face?’

She shakes her head. ‘No. You’re perfect.’ She eats a fry, and continues. ‘You know I’m all in, right? I’m completely, utterly happy with everything that’s been going on between us. All in.’

Drake’s lip twitches, and his face lights up in an emotional smile. ‘Me too, Amara. I’ve never been so sure of anything my whole life.’

‘Whatever happens this weekend, Drake. Whatever shitstorm comes our way. Even if it takes work, time, and energy, even if we lose sight of things for a while, you have to know I’m not giving up.’

She sees Drake’s lip quiver some more, and he swallows hard. ‘I’m not giving up on us either.’ He grabs her hand and brushes his thumb against her knuckles. ‘Fuck, Suarez. Don’t make me cry in public.’

She smiles. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you, too.’

*****

Liam is sitting on the grand patio, a cognac in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. He never smokes, but he figures, for his last night of free time, he can do something a little stupid. So, he sent his chauffeur, Thierry, to fetch a pack. He doesn’t even like the taste, but it keeps his hand busy. It keeps him from grabbing his phone and texting Olivia angrily. Like, ‘How could you do this to me?’, or ‘I was considering picking you!’

No no, smoking is a lot less damaging. To his ego, at least. He takes a big swig of his cognac, then picks up the bottle, and refills his glass to the brim. Who cares about serving sizes? Not him, not tonight.

‘Your Highness?’ a butler disturbs his peace.

‘What is it, Thomas?’ he says a little too abruptly.

‘Lady Madeleine is here to see you.’

‘Ok, thanks.’ He takes another big sip.

He hears her walk out to the patio, but he doesn’t turn around. He’s not sure how he feels about her visit. She’s been more than sympathetic and understanding over the past few days, ever since she was the only one to notice his absence, and she finally opened up to him a bit more. But still, Leo’s warnings resonate in his head like big, red flags.

‘Good evening, Liam,’ she murmurs.

‘Good evening, Madeleine. Take a seat, if you wish.’ He gestures to the seat near him. Does he really want her to sit? Maybe. He likes that she cares so much. About him, and about Cordonia. She may be a less than stellar person in her human interactions, as Leo pointed it out repeatedly, but… she’s kind of trying to redeem herself, right?

‘I didn’t mean to interrupt your quiet moment,’ Madeleine says softly. ‘I just came back from having tea with the Queen and she mentioned that you looked wistful when she saw you earlier. I wanted to see if you needed company.’

Liam smiles faintly. ‘Thank you. I just have a lot on my mind, with the Decision Ball approaching and all.’

She nods. ‘I know. I’m not going to bother you with that. I just wanted to offer my company, that’s all.’

Liam nods weakly. But then, something shifts in his mind. Why not just talk about it bluntly? After all, Madeleine had been the only person who made her intentions clear with him. So, he says, ‘Actually, I’d like you to tell me what you’re hoping for. For this weekend and the end of the competition.’

Madeleine’s eyes widen. ‘What...I’m hoping for?’

He turns towards her. ‘Yeah. What do you want out of this? The King and the Queen are certainly on your side. What is your dream scenario?’

Madeleine smiles elegantly. ‘I think it’s quite clear, Liam. My dream scenario is for you to pick me. I have been at court my entire life, and have never caused any type of scandal. I care deeply about this country and would rule it fairly, by your side. Your brother had chosen me during the last competition, and I know he probably would tell you that he was pushed to do it by the King, but the truth is, before he left court, he truly understood how beneficial our betrothal would be for Cordonia. Except that he and I had no chemistry whatsoever.’ She pauses and eyes his glass. He picks up on the cue, and slides it over to her. She nods gratefully. ‘Us, on the other hand, I’d like to think we would make a good team.’ She takes a sip. ‘I’m realistic. I know there’s no love as of right now. I wouldn’t expect you to give up on your social life…’

She falls silent. Liam nods. ‘Thank you for being candid with me, Madeleine.’

*****

Madeleine has trouble keeping her lips from curling up in sheer satisfaction. For a second there, she thought she’d talked too much, but he seems to eat it up. He’s obviously still reeling from the whole Olivia situation, and he may still be into the Mexican one, but this will change very, very soon.

*****

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Green Wounds, Ch. 6

Alright, we’re back with Green Wounds! I gave you guys a short filler that ended on a bit of a cliffhanger last time, but I promise this’ll make up for it! At least, I hope so lol. I’m actually seriously excited for you guys to read this chapter; it’s the first thing I wrote for this story, and it’s quite possibly my favorite scene out of the whole dang thing. I really really hope I did this scene justice, but I guess I’ll find out. Also on a side note, this picture is my favorite so far lol I love it.

Now without further ado, read on and enjoy!

All manner of folk came to the baby prince’s christening, even a trio of pixies who sought to foster peace and goodwill.

The christening had been wonderful so far for all parties. Gifts had been given for the baby prince throughout the day, and at the moment a crowd of people from all over the kingdom was gathered in the throne room, dressed to their finest, while King Ace and Queen Jeanette sat on their thrones. Off to the side, on a lower platform, was a bassinet, and inside the bassinet was the baby prince himself.

He was a month old now, so it was still a bit too early to figure out where he had inherited most of his traits from, but most people who had seen him said he looked rather like his mother. He was a bit small for a normal baby, but other than that was healthy and happy. His parents had named their newborn son Eric, and Eric had spent most of the day either dozing or blinking up at the people who looked at him.

Many in the kingdom had left gifts for their new prince. But there were those who had decided to bestow gifts from outside the kingdom as well.

Tiny male voices floated into the room, and the King and Queen, as well as the crowd, looked up as three pixies flew into the throne room, dressed in pink, green, and blue. Two of them, the pink and blue pixies, seemed to be bickering, while the green pixie was looking around in fascination.

As they flew closer to the King and Queen, the green pixie’s eyes fell on the cradle, and he grinned excitedly. “Look, there’s the baby!” he said to the other two, pointing to the bassinet. “I love babies!”

“Yes, I know, Erik, but concentrate, please,” the pink one said to him. “I’m not telling you again.”

Queen Jeanette smiled welcomingly at them as they hovered in front of the thrones, while King Ace gave them a look that seemed rather… impassive.

The pink pixie, who seemed to be the leader, went first. “Greetings, Your Majesties. I am Vinnie of the Moorland Fair Folk.” He bowed to them.

The blue pixie went next, also bowing. “I’m Tommy, Your Kingship… and, Queenship.”

The green pixie bowed next. “And I’m Erik, Your Royalnesses.”

Queen Jeanette looked at him. “Forgive me, but your name is Erik?”

Erik looked rather surprised at being directly acknowledged, but after getting a gesture to reply from Vinnie he bowed his head again. “Uh, yes… ma’am. Erik with a ‘K’.”

Queen Jeanette smiled slightly. “How funny—that is the name of our son.”

The pixie now was incredibly surprised. “Really?”

“Indeed… though his name is Eric with a ‘C’.”

Erik smiled. “Huh,”

Queen Jeanette turned to her husband, who was still looking silently at the pixies. “They bring gifts for our son, I believe,”

“We do,” Tommy said, smiling eagerly. He made excited gestures with his hands. “But these are not just any old gifts. For you see, we are magic!”

“And very good with children,” Vinnie couldn’t help but add.

King Ace seemed to be considering how to reply, and for a moment the pixies wondered if he would turn them down. But then he nodded and waved his hand. “Very well. Go on.”

The pixies grinned at each other, then flew over to the bassinet. Vinnie went first, smiling down at Eric and waving his hands, sending wisps of pink magic over the baby boy. “Sweet Eric, I wish for you the gift of kindness,”

He flew to the side and let Tommy go next. Twisting blue magic cascaded over the prince. “My wish is that you will never be blue, only happy, all the days of your life,”

Last to go was Erik. He smiled eagerly and let light green magic curl around his hands. “Sweet baby, my wish for you, is that you find—”

He never finished.

A powerful gust of wind tore through the room, blowing out all the candles and making the chandeliers groan and creak as they swayed dangerously above everyone’s heads. Grey clouds rolled over the sun, dimming its cheerful light and throwing the throne room into a light shadow. The powerful wind threw some of the people off-balance, and the three pixies were forced to grip the edge of the cradle so they wouldn’t be blown away. Cries of fear went up.

Then a dark shadow appeared on the wall, and footsteps echoed through the hall along with the constant, rhythmic tap of a walking stick. The cries died down to shocked, fearful murmurs as the crowd parted to make way for the surprise guest and the inky-black cat that followed at his heels.

Despite his best efforts to stay calm, Ace’s entire face went pale. In her throne beside him, Queen Jeanette could only stare blankly, though she was looking rather intimidated. The eyes of the three pixies widened and they whispered in panicked voices, “Starchild!”

A few more steps toward the thrones, and the dark figure came into the partially-dim sunlight.

It was indeed Starchild. Compared to the humans surrounding him, the faerie was perhaps of average height. But what he lacked in stature he made up in appearance. His paper-white face, the black star over his eye, and his blood-red lips all made for an off-putting look, combined with the look of cold, mild amusement on his face, as though the fear of the humans was simply rather entertaining. He wore all black—a black jacket with silver-studded collar and cuffs over a black and silver very-low-cut vest, black leather pants, and black platform boots that raised him up a few inches, all underneath a long black cape that showed off scatterings of silver glitter when he moved. In his left hand was his black walking stick, the constant echoing taps making everyone go silent. His entire appearance gave off a sort of poise and terrifying elegance. His cold eyes, which were fixated particularly on Ace as he approached, had a gleam of sinister anticipation—he’d made the right choice in choosing to bide his time. He’d been waiting so long for this day, and right now, it felt so much better than it would have been if he had just destroyed everything at once.

Not that he planned on doing that at all, however. Oh no; he was going to make sure everything Ace had worked for his entire life would slowly and systematically crumble.

When he had neared the steps to the platform where the cradle was, he finally stopped, with one final echoing tap of his walking stick. Starchild kept the cold look of amusement on his face. “Well, well,” he said pleasantly, as though this all was simply mildly yet pleasantly surprising. He let a sinister smile creep onto his face as he glided up the steps, his cape trailing behind him and Peter following.

“What a glittering assemblage, King Ace.” His tone was clearly mocking, and the fact that he was speaking directly to Ace made Queen Jeanette’s head turn to look at her husband. Peter jumped up to sit on his shoulder, and Starchild raised a hand to idly stroke his fur as he looked around at the crowd in pretend-interest. “Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and…” He turned to see the pixies by the cradle, Vinnie trying to glare at him. His smile widened, now having a tinge of genuine amusement, and he chuckled. He’d been wondering where the three pixies had disappeared to. “How quaint,” he sneered. “Even the rabble.”

Tommy and Erik sank down slightly, lowering their gazes, while Vinnie bravely stayed where he was.

Starchild turned from them to look back at Ace, and very nearly frowned. His face was still pale, and he looked afraid… but not afraid enough.

Starchild raised his head and projected his voice so that it echoed throughout the hall. “I must say,” he kept his voice light, full of faux-concern, “I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation…” he trailed off, blinking innocently at Ace, as though to imply he wanted an explanation.

Ace finally spoke. “You’re not welcome here.” His voice was curt, but too quiet to be actually threatening.

The expectant look dropped from Starchild’s face, replaced by a look reminiscent of a kicked puppy. His eyes lowered, and he let out whimpering noises, as though he were about to burst into tears.

Then the look flipped into one of cruel humor, and instead of crying, Starchild smiled and began to laugh sinisterly. “Oh dear,” he chuckled. “What an awkward situation…”

Queen Jeanette leaned forward, her face still one of fear. “But you’re not offended?” she asked Starchild, her voice sounding slightly hopeful. Despite how much he was enjoying himself, he felt a quick pang of sympathy for the woman. She couldn’t be blamed for all this, and unlike her husband, she was afraid simply because of his frightening display. It wasn’t her fault she was married to such a horribly selfish man.

But even so…

Starchild turned to her, laughing lightly. “Oh, you silly dear,” he smiled sweetly at her like she was a cute little girl, “of course not. And to show that I bear no ill will… I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.”

At that, Ace shot to his feet, now as afraid as Starchild wanted him to be. “No! We don’t want your gift!”

Peter hissed at him, and surprisingly, it made Ace fall still as Starchild glided over to the cradle.

“Stay away from the prince!” Vinnie demanded as he neared.

Tommy and Erik flew back up again. “Yes, stay away!” Erik echoed.

Starchild smirked. How adorable. With a simple flick of his hand he sent the pixies flying across the room into a small ornate chest, the lid slamming over them and trapping them inside.

Peter jumped off his shoulder onto the cradle’s canopy, and they both looked down at the baby boy lying inside. He stared uncomprehendingly back at Starchild, making the faerie wonder if he even knew what was going on… or what was about to happen.

Starchild stared at the baby for a long moment, letting out a remarking hum. It was the ever-so-annoying conscientious part of him that was making him pause. Are you really so cruel as to curse a little baby? it whispered, sounding desperate. He’s done nothing to you. It’s Ace you want to harm. If you do this, there’s no turning back.

But then Starchild thought of his wings. His beautiful black wings, the wings he’d never thought to cherish more until he no longer could. The wings that had been ripped away by the man who told him he loved him, all so he could have some meaningless crown on his head.

Starchild lifted his hand and made a slow circular motion in the air, deep purple magic swirling around his fingers. “Listen well, all of you,” he proclaimed, his voice echoing once more. He waved his hand so that waves of the deep purple magic cascaded over the baby boy. “The prince shall indeed grow in grace and kindness… beloved by all who meet him…”

Queen Jeanette, who had stood up alongside Ace, spoke again, perhaps in an attempt to mollify him. “Th-That’s a lovely gift,”

Starchild raised his head to glance at her, then turned his eyes to Ace. Ace shook his head at him, not quite pleading, but still rather desperately. “Don’t do this,” he begged, his voice so low only Starchild could hear.

How funny; he assumed he had a say in the matter.

Starchild raised a finger and pressed it to his red lips, almost playfully. Then he turned to straighten up and step away from the cradle. This was where, to use the human phrase, the other shoe would drop. And oh, would it drop.

But as Starchild turned his head, something in the far corner of the room caught his eye.

It was a spinning wheel, pushed haphazardly into the corner, but placed in such a way that the spindle still caught some sunlight. The tip of the spindle gleamed especially brightly.

Starchild almost grinned as his plan changed. He thought his original plan had been good… but this was even better.

“But…” He stepped away from the cradle so he was in the center of the platform, and lifted his arms. Deep purple magic trailed after his hands and enveloped his body like flames as his eyes gleamed the same purple. “Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and fall into a sleep like death! A sleep from which he will never awaken!”

A wave of the purple magic left him and traveled over to the baby boy, washing over him as his curse began to bind itself to the infant.

Whatever pride that had kept Ace from outright pleading was now gone. “Starchild, please don’t do this! I’m begging you!” He sounded incredibly desperate now.

Starchild’s mouth quirked up in a smile. Now that was the reaction he’d been hoping for. But now his mind was turning again. Perhaps he could work with this…

“I like you begging,” he remarked to Ace, his enjoyment in his voice. “Do it again.”

For a moment, Ace hesitated. His eyes left Starchild to look out at the now-silent crowd, who had been watching the entire thing. He didn’t particularly want to kneel, Starchild knew.

He was about to repeat his command when Ace slowly sank down to his knees. His eyes flicked briefly to the men watching from the side, before gazing at him imploringly. “I beg you,”

Starchild smiled wickedly at him. “All right,”

Hesitant relief came to Ace’s expression, but it quickly vanished when Starchild spoke aloud again. “The prince can be woken from his death-sleep. But only by…” he stared right at Ace, “true love’s kiss.”

He turned to look out at the crowd, raising his arms above his head. “This curse will last to the end of time!” he declared, his magic coiling tightly around him. “No power on Earth can change it!”

The magic exploded, flying out over the crowd and sending many to the ground. The crowd screamed in panic as the floor rumbled and the clouds outside darkened until they blocked out the sun’s light completely.

Grinning widely, Starchild walked briskly down the steps and left the hall, Peter bounding after him. He was sure he would never forget this day—it had turned out to be so much better than he could have possibly hoped. Intoxicating joy surged through him, and he threw back his head and began to laugh as he left the hall. It was a loud, wicked cackle that bounced off the walls and bore into the skulls of all who heard it. As Queen Jeanette raced to the cradle to check on her son, Ace stayed where he was, watching Starchild strut away, cackling loudly and carelessly.

And his laughter was all Ace could hear as Starchild swept out of the hall and vanished.

#green wounds #chapter six #we have finally reached my favorite chapter!!! #oh my god guys you don't even know how freakin FUN it was to write this #it was SO. MUCH. FUN. #starchild kicks his revenge plan into motion #ace is helpless to do anything to stop him #meanwhile queen Jeanette has no clue what's going on #honestly I felt sorry for the queen #she was like the only innocent one in the entire debacle #also the baby prince is introduced! #yep: it's ERIC! #if you're thinking the fox has something to do with this you are correct #at least partly #the fox also mostly means something else #but anyway... #hope I did this awesome scene justice! #seriously it's like the highlight of the movie for me #maleficent au #kiss au writing #my writing #hope you enjoyed! #stay tuned for chapter seven! #picture this time comes from pintrest

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Brown Sugah Baby: Ch. 8

Note: Hey ya’ll its ya girl Livvy here, with another installment of Brown Sugah Baby! This is just a filler chapter, not really that important but it kinda is because it leads to the mess of chapter 9. You don’t have to read it but it’s greatly appreciated!!! If ya wanna be tagged let me know!

Warnings: none, expect hinting of dirty acts

Word count: 1.5K

Taglist: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @doublesidedscoobysnacks || @destinio1 || @designerwriterchic

The morning after only meant one thing for Nefe and M’Baku. They had to head back to campus but they didn’t want to get up. He was so warm to her and she was just like he imagined. Her skin was smooth like chocolate; her curves were dangerous, her smile was to die for and her whole personality was alluring.

M’Baku was everything and more that Nefe needed. He was ambitious; his voice could stop a crowd in their tracks, his demeanor was commanding, his body was magnificent and his whole being was just comforting. These two were meant for each other and no one could tear them apart.

“My queen. We have to get up.” He whispered in her ear, causing her body to hum in need. Nefe couldn’t fathom how he would do so little, to make her body feel warm. Cranking one eye open, she glanced up at him softly with a sleepy smile.

“Mmm. My king.” She hummed in bliss, turning over in heavy duvet that hid part of of ample breasts as she sat up to kiss him lightly.

“Do we have to leave New Orleans? We could just stay here and not go back to Shreveport. No school...no classes...no Melanie...no Sean..” the way she spoke, upon placing kisses all on his face, caused him to smile happily.

“Yes we do. Our friends are waiting for us to be back. Besides we have the rest of the week to, consummate the relationship.” The kiss he gave her was breathtaking, it shook her very core. Awakening her inner lioness to pounce on him.

“We’ll arrive late if you keep this up, my love. We’ll miss the pep rally.”

“Ugh fine.” Getting up from her spot, she sashayed to the bathroom to get ready.

“I love you!”

“I know!”

-Back at the school-

The drive back seemed to drag on but the vibe stayed the same, as it did when they arrived.

Upon unloading the car, Nefe was notified by the girls about a sleepover in her dorm. A major redo of the previous weekend.

“Looks like the girls want to catch up with me.” Nefe replies with a swiftness, M’Baku smirked.

“Funny. The boys want me to meet them at the quad, for guys night.” Once he showed the text, she knew what both groups had planned.

“They want us to talk about our trip. Creative bastards. Well love, I’ll see you in the morning.” Placing a kiss on his sweet lips, he held her close and it caused her to giggle.

“You’re so tempting, it’s intoxicating. But we have to meet them or they’ll chew us both out.” He proclaimed and she groaned in frustration.

“Alright, alright. Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

-moments later: Nefe’s POV-

“You mean to tell me, you went all the way with M’Baku and you managed to get up?” Nakia couldn’t believe it. My whole girl gang, couldn’t fathom that I actually got to spend time with M’Baku, without Melanie messing it up.

“Girl it was everything. The rhythm; the vibes, the jazz, the food, his body on mine. Mine on his. Just pure poetry in motion.” I couldn’t describe it any other way. He really was an amazing man and I enjoyed the weekend we spent together.

“He put it down huh? Damn I knew you needed it and deserved every minute of it.” With the clink of our glasses, Okoye gave me a short wink.

“So when’s the wedding?” Nattie Joked a bit, causing a light chuckle to escape from my full lips. I chucked a pillow at her before going to my vanity.

It was getting late and I was needing to get ready for bed. My phone had been vibrating for a good minuet till I answered it.

‘College weekend and prank week is coming soon. Guess who's coming to visit?!’ Love the siblings!’ I received a text from the group chat we formed before I had left for school. Keeping in touch with them was what we had made sure to do first and foremost.

“Holy shit, It is college visit weekend. Plus prank week, oh I can use my siblings for this.” A sinister grin grew on my face at an evil plot forming in my head.

“Uh oh. She’s got that vindictive gleam in her eye. Something's up.” Nattie chimes in with a curious smile.

“Something is afoot, ladies. My siblings are doing a college visit this week, along with the prank of the semester before spring break. Wanna help?” I grabbed my five star notebook and my best mechanical pencil.

“Prank week you say? Oh this outta be good. I know just the targets.” This time Okoye has a sinister look on her face. This was going to be good.

-M’Baku’s POV-

“My dude. How was the trip? We know it was good because the curves on Nefe-” Erik was about to go on a tangent, full of Hennessy in his system, till I gave him that look for him to stop while he was ahead.

“I’ll tell you, if you keep your mouth shut”

“Deal.” Erik day next to T’Challa who’s just got done texting Nattie.

“I heard y’all had more fun than you originally planned” T’Challa chimed in, taking a taking out of his burger.

Settling down with the boys, I had to think back to the nights Nefe and I didn’t even wanna leave the room. It felt like it was our honeymoon. If only we can get to that part, because I can’t see myself being with anyone else but Nefe.

“Man, it was great. Just, everything I expected to come out of the trip. We talked all night, did what grown folks do and it just made my year to finally get some time with her.” Many men wouldn’t express their feelings like this, but Nefertiti makes me feel different and free. Great Hanuman I am in love with this woman.

“I’d say you’re in love bro, welcome to the club.” With an encouraging shoulder tap from Erik, I gave him a gentle smile and nodded in triumph.

“The great gorilla has found his Queen after all. Or has she been there this whole time?” T’Challa asked.

“She’s always been there. I was just too blind to see it.” T’Challa had his moments where he had wise word aid wisdom, along with tacky misunderstandings but that made him human.

I was truly blinded by the fact that I never saw Nefe more than a friend. The moment Sean, and Melanie, came into our live was when we both realized that we needed each other.

As my phone went off, to break the silence, I noticed the picture and became excited once more.

“Little brother. What brings you to calling me?” I answered the phone and the boys got excited themselves.

Zaire had a good standing friendship with T’Challa and Erik back in Wakanda. He was well mannered and structured but didn’t want to the throne, so he’s my financial adviser did when I take the throne.

“Well big brother, Aliyah and I are coming down to Louisiana for college visit. She mentioned something about prank week as well. We’ll be there sometime this week.” The tone in his voice was chipper and full of excitement. Spending time with my siblings was what I’ve been missing lately and I couldn’t wait for it.

“Sounds good to me. Oh and for prank week, I know just what I have in mind for you both.” The smirk that etched my face, made Erik and T’Challa do the same.

-Melanie’s POV-

Just as I was about to go welcome M’Baku back home, I noticed the smell of Chanel No.5 in the air and it was Nefe being back too. I was hoping he’d left her in the swamps.

Out of disgust, I continued my path towards M’Baku’s room, knocking gently.

“Hey- oh hell nah. M’Baku, you got company.” Erik rolled his eyes and stood in the doorway, watching like a hawk. Why couldn’t he just mind his own business?

“Can we talk? In private?” I eyed Erik down with a snarl, he shrugged.

“Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of them.” M’Baku arched a brow and it made me even more annoyed.

“Whatever. Anyway I just wanted to welcome you back, and take you out tomorrow night. As a welcome home gift.” Tracing my finger down his chest, he grabbed it and shoved me off. Well that’s a new one, no one's ever denied me before.

“I can’t. I already have plans with my girlfriend. I’m sure you’ve met her? Have a nice night Melanie. Boys I’ll see you later as well.” Waving us all off, he went back inside his room, leaving me there. I watched as his two best friends walked away, further down the hall.

“She has nothing on me. I am the queen and two can play that game.” Stomping off back towards my dorm hall, I had a plan forming in motion. Prank week is gonna be one hell of a ride.

#mbaku fanfiction #mbaku x nefertiti #brown sugah baby #nefertiti adisa #winston duke x oc #winston duke #amara la negra