#love island villa haunted

[darkdemeter]

IN THE HEAT OF HER MOMENT PHASES COLLECTION #4/8

— WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

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Bit of a mafia au because I just can't escape it, and I wanted to write some more mafia wandawolf.

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — MxF version pairing — FxF version pairing — unprotected sex — mutual oral receiving — P in V sex — knotting — marking —profanity — pet names: Lamb, Mate, Baby, etc — established relationship — minor depiction of mafia activity — married couple fluff and love — reader is just a softie for Wanda — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

Happily married to the woman and mate of your dreams, where else to spend your honeymoon as newlyweds than the stunning resort beaches in the tropical islands. But first, you and Wanda have to take care of some heat.

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IV.  What is a mated life but the promise of commitment? A wolf’s life can oftentimes be lonesome and hollow, with no special one to turn to. And it’s far more unlikely that the pairing between two opposites could be so right. With a mate for the wolf to call their own, special needs are required to be met, till death and beyond you cannot part. 

  If there is one way to describe Wanda, it’s that she’s needy. Perfectly needy. After landing in the tropical retreat of your private island, a treat for your wife, you’d taken swiftly to the villa in order to settle her eagerness to consummate your marriage. Not that this will be the first time you’ve both had sex, far from it. Back in your estate towards the city it wouldn’t be put past you both to have thoroughly broken in every room. 

  As evidently showing, you both were quite the couple. How Wanda hasn’t mothered several litters by now? Well, your parents and their old schooled tenants decreed that you both be married first before you both go siring a dozen or so pups to grow the family. 

  Almost a year later after that little sit down, here you are, closing the door to the villa with Mrs. L/N sauntering inside, hands smoothing down the curves of her body and her fitted, white gown. 

  You’ve barely begun loosening the collar of your shirt when she’s on you, pulling you in by the lapel of your jacket into a heated, passionate kiss, one of many you have already shared and will continue to. Seeking the comforting weight of her in the palms of your hands, you seek out her hips, massaging slowly with a low groan she melds with a moan of her own. 

  Her heels clatter to the polished floorboard hurriedly, meanwhile, her slender hands comb through your hair, dishevelling its tidiness and down your front, she practically is pawing you to remove your clothing. 

  “Dammit, Lamb,” you chuckle against her mouth. She slips her tongue past your teeth, tongues wrestling at the behest of her challenge. 

  “I need you,” she sighs into the kiss breathlessly. 

  Ring adorned fingers press into her hips firmly at her pleaful cry. “I know, darling. I know.” Your lips move to caress the cute curve of her jawline, taking care with every inch of her precious skin down her neck, she leans into you as she tries to capture your lips once more. 

  “Sure you don’t want to pay a visit to the beach?”

  Shaking her head, she’s pulling you towards the loft’s staircase. “Tomorrow. Right now, I want you.”

  “No complaining whatsoever,” you retort with a cheeky wink, following her insistent lead. 

  She giggles as she begins to race up the stairs with you close at her heel, the ghost of your presence haunting her lovingly, no sooner do you both reach the upper floor do you sweep your wife into your arms and she playfully shrieks in surprise. You hoist her up and spin, her arms encircle around you tightly, your embrace one of comfort and assured strength. 

  A promise, just as the gold around your fingers, that you’ll be for each other. Protect each other. You meet with another kiss, slower but no less passionate. 

  The glimmer of gold suits her finger. For you, it’s a precious addition that pales the rest across the bottom of your knuckles. 

  You carry Wanda over to the empty bed and lay her down, her hair fans around her with a cherishing, silvery-blonde halo she’d dyed before the wedding, and a smile that could warm the coldest days of winter and cure you of any level of anger. Wanda Maximoff has been a very influential figure in your life from day one. 

  From first meeting her, circumstances unlikely, you’d always felt your chest become alight with a flutter you always dreaded the absence of when she was gone. 

  And the more she visited, the more you experienced that flutter in your chest that came to bloom throughout your entire body and soul. But also the more her mere visits left a deep and dark burrow of void in your heart. At some point or another - and you were sure it occurred after a bit too much in the indulgence of whiskey and meeting with the Stark and Barnes Families to discuss business - you realise that Wanda is meant to be with you. No matter who else you met, they never gave you that same feeling. 

  Wanda was your destined mate. As frightful as it was, her rejection had been nothing but a case of anxiety and doubtful, nightmarish thoughts. Because the moment you asked her under the stars and full moon if she’d be your girl, her happy shrieks that filled the entirety of Central Park confirming your deepest wish, you became whole. 

  She blinks at you. Curiosity fills her beautifully serene and creamy jade hues that glow in the setting sun’s light. “What is it, Wolfie?”

  You shake your head at the memories that consume you. You shower her with a toothy grin she cannot help but reciprocate. 

  “You’re just so beautiful.”

  “Kiss me…”

  Mouths connecting with a symphony of low groans and purring moans, your bodies meld together, sliding against each other as your hands explore each other, slowly peeling away the layers of formality, discarding them to the floor until the two of you were bare before the other. 

FEMALE

  She whispers your name across the skin of your neck, hands running over inked landscape, each single mile holding a memory to her, just as you do for her. One hand comes between the two of you to stroke her, tender and affectionately attentive, she curls into you with a pleased whine.

  “Yes, Wolf,” she coos softly, “just like that.”

  You work her gently at first, soon growing a bit firmer with rubbing, circling her clit that makes her spine arch and her toes curl. 

  You slide your middle finger into her tight pussy that clenches around it, her heat pulsing that it makes you sigh with a chuckle. 

  “Baby, you’re soaking.”

  She hides her face in the crook of your neck with a pout, mumbling something amidst her pampering of kisses along your shoulder. You bend and curve your finger, in and out, in and out until she pants quietly to the shell of your ear, her nails embedding crescents into the muscle of your shoulders. 

  She begs you for more, encouraging you that she can take more. Obliging your mate, you slip two more fingers inside and begin to ever so faintly stretch her walls. 

  She pushes herself into you, soft gasps on the tip of her tongue and entangled in finery of pleasures. You curl your fingers inside her, pushing them further and to the knuckle. Her hands run down your sides, her touch is feathery, taking in every detail that maps your body, every mark, scar and tattooed line until she reaches the small of your back. 

  “R-right there,” she winces blissfully, hips abrupt in their suddenness to meet your thrusting fingers. Her release a coiling rubber band that’s bound to snap at an instant. As you perform on her, she reaches one of her own hands down, fingertips stroking along your equally sickened folds. “A-ah… hah,” you grin, and so cutely she admits to herself, shyly. 

  “I want to please my wife as well,” she says with a light tune. Her thumb rolls over your clit smearing the aroused juices of your pussy and your hips jerk again. Her hand cups you and she begins to massage her middle and ring finger against your entrance and then slips them inside, working to match your pace. 

  Rocking into the motion of the other, the rising of your releases are woven together, her sounds alone to get you off; her fingers only aided with hastefulness. 

  A series of intermingling moans shatter to the air, breaking the oath of stillness to the flood of your orgasms. You hot breath fans over her face and she smiles wistfully, her chest rising and breasts pushing to yours, the connection bringing a sense of electricity between you. 

  Her legs wrap around you the moment your fingers slide back inside her cunt, your claws bringing a more daring edge that leaves her utterly breathless in her lungs.   “Y-yes! More, more! Just like that.”

 Her eyes roll back and her dark lashes flutter erratically, her voice strangled by her moans and her body becomes tense, hips rolling into the thrusts of your fingers before her mouth flies open with a pleasured cry. Barely over the first and already she is taken hold by her second wave.

  A moment of pure stillness and then immediate relaxation, her body finds itself floating high in the clouds as the hot, white flash consumes her. Your nose finds the juncture of her neck and your canines graze the delicate spot and she leans her chin to the side, providing more access for your leisure. 

  “I love you,” she gasps again and again. You answer, voice a husky octave, “I love you too.”

Your teeth break the surface of her skin and she winces, the riding of her high tunes out the sliver of pain, only to find her body unnaturally calmed by you. Your scent becomes stronger to her senses, the aroma of your expensive cologne is drowned out by the natural tranquillity of your natural smell; that of the pine forests, heavily wooded and hidden, the wild valleys of flowers and the crispness of freshly fallen snow. 

  Everything under her skin is warmed like nothing before. It’s not the same as a coat keeping out the cold, or feeling another’s warm skin against her. It is a feeling that envelops her on the inside like a warm, assuring blanket. A haven that guarantees she’ll be safe. 

  And then the coolness of stars line her vision. Something bright and full floods her and she thinks she’s floating in the dawning nighttime sky. Her stomach is taken over by a billion flutters. 

“How do you feel, Lamb?” you ask and press your forehead to hers. “Breathe for me. That’s it, in and out. Deep and slow… you okay?”

  “I feel… amazing.” Her dazed eyes find yours in the darkness that almost hides you completely. Her fingers brush aside the straying locks of hair hanging over your face. 

  “The best I’ve ever felt.”

  “You’re gonna feel like that for quite a while,” you say. Chuckling, you steal a quick kiss from her, rolling over until she lays on top of you, hands holding her hips to you. 

 “I know this must be a strange question,” she begins hesitantly, but your hum of curiosity nudges her to continue. “Do you have a knot?”

  “I do… as a wolf.”

  “Then… maybe we could try?”

MALE

  She whispers your name across the skin of your neck, hands running over inked landscape, each single mile holding a memory to her, just as you do for her. One hand comes between the two of you to stroke her, tender and affectionately attentive, she curls into you with a pleased whine.

  “Yes, Wolf,” she coos softly, “just like that.”

  You work her gently at first, soon growing a bit firmer with rubbing, circling her clit that makes her spine arch and her toes curl. 

  You slide your middle finger into her tight pussy that clenches around it, her heat pulsing that it makes you sigh with a chuckle. 

  “Baby, you’re soaking.”

  She hides her face in the crook of your neck with a pout, mumbling something amidst her pampering of kisses along your shoulder. You bend and curve your finger, in and out, in and out until she pants quietly to the shell of your ear, her nails embedding crescents into the muscle of your shoulders. 

  She begs you for more, encouraging you that she can take more. Obliging your mate, you slip two more fingers inside and begin to ever so faintly stretch her walls, to get her ready to accommodate your cock that now stands hardened between her legs. 

  As you perform on her, she reaches one of her own hands down, fingertips stroking over your length and your hips jerk. “A-ah… hah,” you grin, and so cutely she admits to herself, shyly. 

  “I want to please my husband as well,” she says with a light tune. Her thumb rolls over your tip, smearing the beads of precum down the base, your hips jerk again. Her hand wraps around you and begins to massage and carefully tug, working to match your pace. 

  Rocking into the motion of the other, the rising of your releases are woven together, however before she has a chance to pull your orgasm from you, you stop her with a tut of your tongue. Her eyes shine with that concern, brows furrowing.

  “I wanna be inside you for that,” you breathe in reply, “I would like to finally experience that first, if you don’t mind.”

  She smiles at you. “Of course.”

  Nodding and still grinning, you usher her to her first climax of the honeymoon period. Her eyes roll back and her dark lashes flutter erratically, her voice strangled by her moans and her body becomes tense, hips rolling into the thrusts of your fingers before her mouth flies open with a pleasured cry.

  A moment of pure stillness and then immediate relaxation, her body finds itself floating high in the clouds as the hot, white flash consumes her.

  “So fucking wet, my little Mate.” Her slickness pools around the knuckles of your fingers, the whisper of her juices gushing from her tight hole as you withdraw paint a beautiful picture. You raise your fingers to your lips and allow your tongue to taste her, a hum of approval as your eyes shimmer in the setting darkness. 

  “You taste good, Lamb.”

  She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip with a bashful giggle followed by a moan of your name. Your lips part and she can taste herself on your tongue, you steady your weight above her with one hand beside her, the other guides your throbbing cock to her entrance.

  “Ready?”

  “Yeah.” With her assurance you press your waist forward and with a gasp, she spreads her legs wider as you push inside her. Walls wrapping around you, inch by inch, you succumb to the radiant heat of her cunt around you. For a moment you find yourself still. 

  Her tongue surrenders to you with the first initiated thrust, lost to the small noise creeping up the back of her throat and you nip her bottom lip playfully. Your cock strikes her, kissing her cervix until she’s chanting your name like a prayer, and you begin to drive more force behind it. Skin meeting against skin in a coursing pattern fills the room, growing louder with each thrust becoming harder and faster, you grunt and groan lowly.

  “I love you,” she gasps again and again. You answer, voice a husky octave, “I love you too.”

  “Cum inside me. P-please… cum in–side me.”

  To hear her talk so desperately sends your wolf brain into overdrive, your canines graze the juncture of her neck and she, accepting of your long-awaited mark, cranes her neck to the side. 

  “Cum with me, little Lamb. Come on, you can do it,” you pant hotly, “cum for me.”

  Her back arches off the bed and your legs wrap over your waist, hugging you closer as her walls clench around you like a vice. A howl passes a suppressed groan in your chest, eyes burning brightly of amber, her orgasm being the last straw for you. Your cock twitches and explodes, releasing your seed to paint her walls as you practically rut into her with mad intent.

  Your teeth break the surface of her skin and she winces, the riding of her high tunes out the sliver of pain, only to find her body unnaturally calmed by you. Your scent becomes stronger to her senses, the aroma of your expensive cologne is drowned out by the natural tranquillity of your natural smell; that of the pine forests, heavily wooded and hidden, the wild valleys of flowers and the crispness of freshly fallen snow. 

  Everything under her skin is warmed like nothing before. It’s not the same as a coat keeping out the cold, or feeling another’s warm skin against her. It is a feeling that envelops her on the inside like a warm, assuring blanket. A haven that guarantees she’ll be safe. 

  And then the coolness of stars line her vision. Something bright and full floods her and she thinks she’s floating in the dawning nighttime sky. Her stomach is taken over by a billion flutters. 

  You slow the grind of your hips to a pause and pull your teeth away from the mark, thumb wiping over it and her body jolts at the action, a reasonable reaction. 

  “How do you feel, Lamb?” you ask and press your forehead to hers. “Breathe for me. That’s it, in and out. Deep and slow… you okay?”

  “I feel… amazing.” Her dazed eyes find yours in the darkness that almost hides you completely. Her fingers brush aside the straying locks of hair hanging over your face. 

  “The best I’ve ever felt.”

  “You’re gonna feel like that for quite a while,” you say. Chuckling, you steal a quick kiss from her, rolling over until she lays on top of you, hands holding her hips to you; your knot strict in its place inside her pussy.

  “So once the knot goes down, I’m thinking we could try…”

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The next morning would have been peaceful. Should have been peaceful. It was your fucking honeymoon after all. However, your phone interrupts the moment at the brink of dawn, the sun painting the sky with vivid pinks, purples and a colourful bow of deep orange. 

  You groan, hand fumbling aimlessly on the nightstand for the irritating noise. Finding the device, you clench it on your iron grip and raise the voice on the other end to your ear with a less than pleased huff.

  “The fuck you want?” 

  By your side, Wanda stirs. Her eyes peek open, the bare minimum of the sunlight gracing her angelic face, still showering her with comforting darkness, your arm that’s around her assuringly pulls her to your side, herskin melting under the contact with yours. 

 “Boss,” Sam says with relief, “I know it’s—”

  You growl deeply into the speaker, “My honeymoon. So this better be good.”

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[come-along-pond]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023. day five - october 5th. TWISTED. VAMPIRES, WEREWOLES AND WITCHES...OH MY!

Lauran Murray as a Vengeful Spirit. In mythology and folklore, a vengeful ghost or vengeful spirit is said to be the spirit of a dead person who returns from the afterlife to seek revenge for a cruel, unnatural or unjust death.

From Godzilla to Dracula to The Mummy, the monster-verse is rich with lore. Today we focus on those monsters that never go out of style, after all they’re called classics for a reason. Is your oc Frankenstein or his monster?

Bellow the cut is a proper summary, tw for death/suicide.

After her time in the Love Island Villa, Lauran does not do well on the outside, she was bullied on national television, gaslit and emotionally tortured all for entertainment. A year after her debut on the UK's screens, she commits suicide, and finds herself returning as a ghost, a spirit if you will, and she's out for revenge. She haunts the contestants, and year after year, retunes to the villa to teach the producers, and the general public a lesson.

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Send an ask/message if you wish to be added or removed!

#ohc2023 #halloween challenge #allaboutocs #ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #my edits #auren murray: love island the game oc

[gemsofgreece]

Christos Davelis

The Brigand Captain

Christos Davelis, who is mostly known as Λήσταρχος Νταβέλης (Lístarchos Davélis, Brigand Captain Davelis) in Greece, was a notorious bandit who was active in the regions of Attica and Boeotia in the mids of the 19th century. Although he died young, his life reminds of fictional literature, so much that he became a folk hero of sorts in the collective Greek memory, despite not really possessing heroic virtues.

His real name was Christos Natsios. His birthplace is not certain but it is believed he had some Arvanite-Vlach descent. Christos was initially a shepherd, just like most of his family. He took care of the flocks of a monastery in Mt Penteli. Someday, the abbot approached him and asked him to deliver a letter to a nun in Athens in full secrecy. Overcome with curiosity, Christos gave the letter to someone who could read it for him instead, as he was illiterate. Learning of the letter's contents, he decided to meet that nun himself and he became a frequent visitor of hers. The abbot found out and accused him of robbery. Christos was whipped and exiled to Euboea island.

There he fell in love with the daughter of a priest (he did appreciate the religious vibe apparently), although she was already betrothed to a prosperous shepherd. The shepherd seeked revenge and led Christos Natsios to the authorities claiming he was a deserter they were after, called Nastos. Christos failed to convince them his surname was different. He managed to flee though and he escaped to the mountains, under the alias Davelis.

There he joined the bandit gang of his uncle and soon he created his own, with which he was robbing travellers, shepherds and farmers who lived in Attica, Boeotia, Phthiotis and Euboea. One of his most notorious operations was the kidnapping of the French officer Berteau, who had come to Greece in order to convince the Greek government to not participate in the Crimean War by Russia's side (and against the Ottomans). This operation proved to be his most prolific as the Greek state paid him 30,000 drachmas in gold (an outrageous amount of money back then) to let the French man free.

His reputation grew bigger in 1855 when his gang was active near Marathon and Davelis used the Cave of Penteli as his lair. This cave is still said to have a haunting vibe about it and it is sometimes associated with stories of supernatural incidents.

The Cave of Davelis.

The most famous and decisive point in his life though was his affair with the Italian duchess Luisa Bacoli, who asked the gang's protection in order to visit Delphi safely. Davelis' right hand, Yannis Megas, fell in love with her and went mad when Bacoli responded to Davelis' advances instead. He left the gang, denounced his former lifestyle and joined the police, determined to hunt Davelis down.

This was not even the only duchess seduced by Davelis charms' who was said to have a soft and delicate face, despite his reputation and lifestyle. According to folklore, he also had an affair with the Duchess of Plaisance, Sophie de Marbois-Lebru and there was a tunnel connecting his cave all the way to her villa in Athens.

Sophie de Marbois-Lebrun, Duchess of Plaisance

Another legend was that Davelis often disguised himself and casually visited Athens, where he conversed in coffee shops with the locals.

Folk art of Davelis.

The police was humiliated often by Davelis , once being surprised by his gang in Menidi and being forced to hand him their weapons. This made the police (and Megas) even more determined to catch him. This finally happened in the summer of 1856, in a proper combat between Davelis' gang and the policemen. Seeing many of his men fall, Davelis offered to fight Megas in a one-to-one duel. Megas leaped furiously at him with a sword but Davelis managed to kill him first, using a gun. His victory didn't last. A policeman killed him with his sword, while Davelis was crying "ούτε ο Νταβέλης στα βουνά ούτε ο Μέγας στα παλάτια" (úte o Davélis sta vuná úte o Méghas sta palátia = "neither Davelis in the mountains nor Megas in the palaces"). His head was put on a stick and left in common view in Syntagma Square in Athens for several days, in the summer of 1856. The head is now kept in the Museum of Criminology in Athens but the access to it is restricted.

The Greek painter Nikephoros Lytras, just passing by, took a photograph of his head, and later took it to Munich where he would be working for a while. While there, he became friends with the German painter Gabriel Cornelius Von Max.

One day when the German artist was in Lytras’s studio rummaging through his files, he came across the portrait of Davelis’ head. He asked Lytras about the identity of his model: “He was the most terrible thief that Greece has ever known, a ruthless, ferocious man” – “And yet,” Von Max countered, “in this picture, I can see that this man met God at the moment of his death. You have the portrait there of a saint; a great saint.”

Lytras thought that Von Max was obviously deranged. “Since he interests you so much, the portrait is my gift to you.” Von Max took away the portrait and used it to paint his most famous work: ‘The Veil of Veronica’; reproduced millions of times.

Sources: x, x

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[jomiddlemarch]

into a mist will go the belief in harbours

Eric had always known he didn’t belong.

Not as a member of the royal family, nor a proper island native, born and bred to the sound the waves made breaking on rocky Kwadril Cove. His mother smiled when she recounted the story of his first taste of the salted porridge babies were traditionally fed, how he’d spat out every last spoonful and they had to commission an entirely new wardrobe for his nursemaid Annora. Eric had learned to frown in a wry manner and make some anodyne comment about preferring tannia cakes with genpil chutney.

They’d kept part of the shipwreck he’d been found in, the splintered wood refashioned into a series of elegantly gilded picture frames to hold small paintings of the king and queen, the private villa across the bay that was the royal retreat, the family portrait where he was perched on his mother’s knee in a bonnet and white dress trimmed with handmade lace. He was meant to take comfort from it, the remnants of his first life salvaged and improved, the colicky orphan who’d been transformed into a perfectly charming little prince for the kingdom to coo over.

“You were the answer to your mother’s every prayer,” his father the king had said so often Eric knew the shape his lips took with every word. How long a pause there was between your and mother’s. They had thought he would not remember what he had lost to attain his position, but though he did not have a single memory to sustain him, Eric still carried that first aching grief and the second one that came of needing to conceal it beneath a smiling visage and endless cheerful gratitude. He’d learned very early not to ask any questions about how he’d been found; he mustn’t try to discover any detail that hadn’t already been deemed worthy of inclusion in the story that was told, the one that included a terrible storm, a foundering ship, the baby wrapped in a scrap of sail, the old fisherman who’d fetched him up from beneath a wave that would have finally drowned him.

“You were meant to live. Meant to come to us,” his mother said so often Eric knew it would hurt her if he argued or asked why. Why had the mother who’d borne him been swept away without holding him in her arms? Why was he the sole survivor and where had the ship he’d been born upon come from? The mother who’d nursed him, the father who’d sired him, they couldn’t have meant for their child to be taken from them, to a life far different from whatever they had known. He knew he did not want to hurt his mother the queen nor disappoint his father the king and so he said nothing, saving his questions for maps and the journals of explorers that were kept in the palace library. He rambled as far afield as the maids and palace guards would let him and if he woke in the night with a clawing feeling of dread, he confided in no one, for no one wanted the confidence of the prince, only his stalwart figure waving from a verandah.

It had almost been a relief to fall into the sea, the ship burning around him. He’d known he was too far from the lifeboats to be saved and the ocean asked him to be nothing but himself, a nameless man of no people, welcomed to the darkness. He had almost remembered something when he woke on the shore, something besides the woman’s haunting voice, the rich sunset color of her hair. Some fragment from his life before, when he had been ordinary, a child who could not hope for a jeweled diadem, a navy to command, bound to his wealth and power like a mermaid to the ocean’s depths. He had spent his whole life being Prince Eric and he sometimes wondered whether he fell in love with Ariel first because she didn’t know who he was any more than he ever had himself.

@silvercaptain24​ had wondered about the lack of Eric backstory angst and I felt called upon to oblige...

#the little mermaid 2023 #prince eric #backstory #angst #grief #queen selina #ariel/eric #ficlet

[0shewrites0]

Do you know of any good Suresh fan fictions? Or have you written on?

Hey anon!

I myself haven’t written any Suresh fics but I can defo recommend a few! I’m guessing you’re looking for chaptered fics first and foremost so I’m gonna focus on those but I’ll also add a few one shots that I found (some of which are really good imo) 🫶🏼

Chaptered fics (read the tags on ao3!)

Jaded (completed, ~90k words) @mrsbsmooth

The Suresh cheating story, the fallout... And how he gets her back. Partial pre-villa, mostly in-villa. Canon compliant.

somebody that I used to know (ongoing, ~13k words) @ellegreenwxy

when hayden williams gets cast on series five of love island, she takes it as a sign to well and truly move on from the heartbreak that's had her in a chokehold for nearly a year. but when her past comes back to haunt her, will hayden really be able to move on? or is she doomed to stay stuck in the past with somebody that she used to know? A complete and total s5 rewrite

No Other Love (ongoing, ~16k words) @luckyqueenreign

After weeks of ignoring her feelings for Suresh, Gemma was finally ready to admit to him that she wanted to get back together. With the Casa Amor recoupling in full swing, she never expected him to walk back into the villa with another girl. In-villa.

Never Really Over (ongoing, ~18k words)

Mara came to the Villa expecting a summer of fun and fresh starts. But what happens when that all comes crashing down because of a certain ex from Mara's past?

Fortuity (ongoing, ~10k words)

The villa was supposed to be a new beginning for Jimena. She was supposed to go there, potentially have a fling and definitely not fall in love because there was no possible way she would allow that to happen again. Unfortunately, luck has never been on Jimena’s side. With the object of her heartbreak becoming the center of her new start, her romantic getaway is turned on its head, and one not totally unwelcome presence just won’t leave her alone. HIATUS.

champagne problems (ongoing, 4k+ words) @lithopsy

Suresh Desilva never imagined himself buying someone an engagement ring. His dream life included an impressive law school degree and a cushy job in corporate litigation that allowed him plenty of money and time off to travel the world with whichever pretty girl he felt like bringing along. And it was all going to plan. That was, until he started seeing Catherine. And all the visions of wedding bells and picket fences that seemed to follow her around. Pre-villa.

One shots (read the tags on ao3!)

Please Let That Be Enough (~4k words)

Is wanting to be with somebody truly enough?

Midnight Rain (~3k words) @i-boop-you-main

'With the bewilderment of an innocent man, he asked, "What's wrong?"' A sad Suresh fic that deals with the confrontation of his cheating.

What If? (1k+ words)

What if Johnny/Nicolas didn't know he was telling the truth when he told the other islanders something he made up about Kamille (MC)

I miss you more than life (1.1k+ words) @perfectlysunny02

if i can’t be close to you, i’ll settle for the ghost of you, i miss you more than life.

I just can’t lose you again (755 words) @perfectlysunny02 

Gabi is in the villa, will that hurt Suresh and Emily’s couple?

The Answer was Simple (2.3k+ words) @willkimurashat

Eloise wanted a summer free of Suresh’s memories, but that plan went out the window too quickly, when she found him in a couple with her. The lie detector challenge, meant to intimidate the islanders, seemed like a perfect way to get rid of her persistent ex, but does machine know her better than she knows herself?

#litg #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg s5 #litg suresh #mutuals ff #litg eitv #litg ex in the villa #litg suresh recs #anon asks #rae answers

[garebearandnan]

Would you go on Love Island?

Below are some of my fav responses tohers have posted.

Reasons for:

Convince everyone the Villa is haunted and pull an all nighter ghost hunting.

2. Keep chucking out incredible one liners.

3. Provide the other Islanders with useless knowledge because there's nothing else to give.

4. At least 3 new Instagram followers.

5. Sponsorship deal with some obscure Bolivian clothing and sandwich brand.

6. Show Olivia (S9) what a likeable villain looks like, and double down in the post season.

7. Yeah of course. Dating is hard, you can't ghost in the villa :)

8. Yeah, free holiday and I’m not on social media so zero death threats, sounds like a win-win.

9. I'd go just for the craic. Get a bit of a holiday, never get picked, go home with a nice tan. Hahaha.

10. I would move mad like Toby (S7) until I find the right one, fuck what the public thinks.

Reasons against:

I'm like Tom (S9) if his eyes weren't gateways to the 12th dimension only about 1/18th as good looking.

2. Perpetual shaving rash. 🤣

3. Since I don't naturally tan and not sure they still allow self tanners, potentially to humiliate myself by looking like a shiny, sweaty lobster next to all the gorgeous tanned people.

4. The pool in Majorca isn't shaped like a Penis so what's the point of it.

5. In my efforts to convince everyone that the Villa was haunted, I'd probably scare myself into believing it and wouldn't be able to sleep.

6. I'd run out of insults if the other Islanders were really pissing me off.

7. My husband might be a bit ticked off if I turned him in for a new model. 😡

8. I wouldn’t do it because I legit can’t poo around other people and I’d be carted off to hospital bloated like a zeppelin by the end of week.

9. I would gossip constantly and be hated. 🤣

10. I know what I look like in the morning. There’s no way I could inflict that on the viewing public! Even an oversized pair of shades wouldn’t make me look any better… blotchy face and bog brush hair for a start!

Please feel free to chime in with your reasons for or against going on Love Island?

#litg #loveislandgame #loveisland #loveislandthegame #love island the game #love island game #loveislandtv

[crimswnred]

Imagine this. You are on Love Island. You went on the show for the money, but you hope to find love along the way. You didn't click with any of the boys, rejecting them left, right, and center. You shared a bed with another Casa girl. You thought that you'd be going home for sure. You packed your stuff. Suddenly, one of the boys that you have rejected decides to bring you to the villa with him. You can only assume that it is, because he feels unhappy and insecure in his current relationship. Maybe he overheard you saying that if you have to pick a boy, you'd go for him. You see him talking with the Casa girl that you shared a bed with. You wonder if he knows that she wants a chance to be with you if you both stay on the show. You wonder if they made a deal beforehand.

Once you are in the villa, you agree to give his ex partner a chance to win him back, because you already told him that she'd be a better match for him when you talked to him in the casa. She may be a jerk to you, but she just lost the guy that she had feelings for and most of the friends that she has made on the show. She is hurt. You want nothing to do with the mess between them as it was never your intention to drive them apart. However, your partner seems to believe that you may have developed feelings for him. You don't want to lead him on, so you take the fellow Casa girl to the Hideaway, thinking that will put an end to whatever delusions your partner has about the relationship between you. You know that you are probably not going to find real love on the show. You are unsure about your feelings for the Casa girl that you hooked up with. You feel guilty that you gave the guy that you are coupled up with the wrong impression. His ex-partner is trying to turn everyone against you.

That's when a gorgeous bombshell shows up. You try to keep your distance, because this will only complicate things, but secretly you hope that she will seek you out. She knows what she wants and she says that she wants you. You can't help but bump into her wherever you go and she steals you away from your partner during your first recoupling on the show. You have seen this happen a thousand times in the past seasons, but you never imagined to feel about someone you have just met. Your new partner feels threatened by all the people that are trying to get a moment alone with you, but she knows that she has no right to demand anything from you. Everything is new, exciting, and anxiety-inducing.

For someone else this recoupling would be a test to overcome or a temptation to avoid, but you feel relieved. You decide to explore this new connection. The Casa girl that has been your closest confidant in the casa can't hide her jealousy. She thought there was something between the two of you. The Casa boy that's newly single throws his hat in the ring as well. Your ex partner's ex has one final chance to win him back. The bombshells complicated everything, but this is your chance you have to find happiness. It's also a chance for your ex partner and his ex girl to find some closure, no longer haunted by all the what could have beens.  

I’m sorry. I saw OG boys fans saying that the bombshell drama is unnecessary. I thought I should share my point of view. It's not a popular opinion and I don't want to be eaten alive. I feel like some people tend to forget that not all players are interested in the OG boys. For some of us the real love island drama has only just begun and the bombshells are a vital part of it. S2 had an overwhelming amount of drama and the disaster recoupling was a fan favorite episode. There is no such thing as too much drama on an interactive reality show.

I'm begging the fandom to give the players who aren't privileged enough to feel included in the main storyline a moment to enjoy the game as well. We are a part of the fandom as well. I'm really sorry that the OG boy fans can't share every single moment with their love interest, but I'm begging them to understand that some of us have completely different gameplays. The bombshell drama may seem pointless in their personalized story, but that's just one possible route to play. I don't care about the OG couples' relationship drama that I've been dragged into against my will. I've rejected the OG boys. I'm happy that there are multiple storylines this season. We can choose how MC feels about most of the situations that she is forced in. There is no correct way to play the story.

I'm so happy you're able to enjoy the drama like we are, anon! I'm always up for drama and I'm really enjoying the season and I'm so sick and tired of all the complaints. people are sooooo annoying. if they aren't enjoying the game, just... don't play it? why you have to ruin everyone else's experience too.

but some people just like to complain. don't let they ruin your experience. we can always chat if you want someone to share your playthrough with

I'm all about be gay do crime so please let me know about your shenanigans in the Villa!!!! because I'm living for this drama oh my godddd

#you're entitled to have fun #don't let people ruin it for you #askask #anon

[theparanormalperiodical]

Is The Love Island Villa Haunted?: The Ghosts and Myths Surrounding Majorca’s Most Famous Bae-cation

It’s been eight weeks of flirting, fighting, and fanny flutters.

That’s right, Love Island 2019 is officially over.

The winners have been crowned, the 50k already transferred to the suitable bank accounts, and we can finally stop pinning our own commitment issues on forced and fake relationships.

But it turns out something nearly as terrifying as the loud make-out sessions maintains a permanent residence at the villa.

Joanna Chimonides – a controversial contestant from this year’s show – claims the Love Island Villa is haunted.

Giving a gaggle of exclusives to the appropriate tabloids, she claims the figure of a woman with blonde hair would stand over the beds of her and her fellow islanders.

Rocking back and forth over the sleeping contestants, the apparition clearly got these TV personalities talking, and was nearly as dramatic as Joanna walking out on her ex-bae, Michael.

And it got me thinking: could the Love Island villa be, like, totally, actually, haunted?

It turns out that Majorca – the location of Love Island’s iconic villa - is actually drowning in death.

From Napoleonic prisoners, to long-forgotten fishermen, the list of the long-deceased leaves us with a lot of ghosts to chart.

Given this, there is a strong chance that the Villa has a lot more going on than Joanna was aware of.

And so, in today’s post we are going to be discussing Majorca’s many myths and hauntings, and how they might prove that our dear Islanders might have been shacking up with something supernatural.

First things first (well, ok, aside from me being the realest), let’s talk about Majorca:

Majorca is like, seriously old.

And clearly this is the first step to becoming a spook-tastic location, but seriously.

Think back before Thomas Cook packages, and before holiday resorts where every restaurant within a six-mile radius has a menu in English.

The beautiful Island of Majorca – split between mountains and the coastline – has been a regular tourist haunt since the 19th century. Even today 8 million visitors will touch down in Palma de Mallorca airport every year to enjoy the wonders on offer.

And these 8 million will encounter a lot more history (and a lot more horror) than the dodgy cold meats in the breakfast buffet they signed up for.

During the Napoleonic Wars no less than 9000 prisoners of wars were shipped there, and its these prisoners who make regular cameos upon the island.

The Myths behind Palma de Mallorca

The capital of Majorca might be bustling with tourists, workers, and plentiful cosmopolitan vibes, but the visitors are far from alone here.

In fact, many legends – aside from ghosts - still make claims to the city.

First up is the dragon of Na Coca:

This over-sized reptile used to make residence in the sewers back in the 17th century, and according to local legend would drag unsuspecting Majorcans to their deaths.

In response to the fatalities, the governor of Alcudia challenged the dragon to a death match, and conquered the mighty beast.

Another myth that might interest you is the hunchback of Na Joana.

A hunchback (surprise surprise) was sent out by his mother to collect firewood. On his way there, he heard the soft chanting of a group of witches in a cave.

They invited the hunchback to join them, and upon enjoying his chanting talents, and offered him a favour by removing his hump.

Following this miracle, a local woman sent her hunchback son to find these witches and be unburdened of his affliction.

During the chants he became angry, and changed the lyrics.

Yep, this motherfucker decided to have a rap battle with a bunch of witches.

Na Joana – the main witch (#HeadBitchInCharge) – gave him a hump on his chest in punishment.

Our final legend is rumoured to still haunt the island today.

The ‘Bad Count’ as he is now known, haunts a nature reserve, and is probably still searching for those who punished him for his injustice.

Ramon Safartesa – ‘the bad count’ – was cruel to those that worked his land, and he made the lives of his peasants unbearable.

Following many failed assassination attempts, the peasants came together and burnt his castle to the ground.

In 1922 it was rebuilt, but the locals were offended by the celebration of Safartesa, and it was once again reduced to the rubble that still lies there today.

The Ghosts of Bellver Castle

Love Island is host to a playlist of sounds.

Kissing, canoodling, and the ruffling of sheets all figure within this sexy soundtrack of the summer.

And by ‘sexy’ I mean deeply uncomfortable for anyone watching.

Anyway – it turns out our favourite villa isn’t the only iconic Majorcan building with moaning oozing out of its walls. 

Bellver Castle is known for the moaning and the clanking of chains, claiming the title of ‘the most haunted building in Majorca’.

Built 700 years ago to commemorate Christianity’s claims to dominance over its rival religion, Islam, it was be used for royal residence, refuge from the plague, and most importantly as a Prison.

Visitors can still see the graffiti written on the walls from those who were once held against their will, and 2 deadly sites are potential hubs for paranormal activity.

Torre de L’Homeage was a place where they were actually imprisoned, and Olla?

Olla was an area – not unlike a small outside garden – that lay underneath a trapdoor.

Prisoners were to be dropped through this trapdoor, and left to freeze in the winter temperatures, or swelter in the summer heat.

Next up is the ghost of Johannes Bocher

It is said that in the dead of the night, a man walks the lanes of Cabrera Island. Those that walk by him are often asked if he can be buried in his homeland instead of where his body today lies.

This is the ghost of – you guessed it– Johannes Bocher.

Having crashed in 1944 after being shot by an RAF fighter, his corpse was kept in La Cruz de Los Franceses.

This memorial also contains the tomb of another lost soul: En Lluent.

This fisherman and Prisoner of war lost his life during the Napoleonic Wars as so many other hauntings have stemmed from.

En Lluent reportedly appears at the cemetery and cries, asking to be returned to his grave.

And so there we have it

Majorca might be dripping in young-20-something-influencers looking to boost their insta followers, but it’s also drenched in the less than living residents that have stayed more than 8 weeks.

So, whether you’re looking for your summer getaway, or considering submitting your application so you too can end up on Celebs Go Dating and sell teeth whitening kits, Majorca might just have more in store than a random scottish bloke narrating your holiday flings.

Like dead people.

Have you ever seen a ghost on your vacay? And do you think Joanna is just using the story to boost her Love Island Legacy?

Let me know down in the comments!

#love island #love island 2019 #love island 2018 #dani dyer #amber gill #amber and greg #love island news #love island australia #ghosts #haunted #majorca #spain #spirits #demons #haunting #paranormal #supernatural #real life ghost stories #true ghost stories #love island villa #villa #maura #tommy fury #molly mae #joanna chimonides #the sun #the mirror #love island villa haunted

[litgwritersroom]

I’m sorry I can’t anymore angie needs a NSFW prompt like they do something not saying what after she confesses to MC I would literally die if a read something like that. Die in a good way

you can see it with the lights out

S4 | Angie/MC | 3000+ words | @i-boop-you

A continuation of Bia's one shots focused on Angie and her MC, Hazel. What happens when they spend their first night together in the Hideaway after they recouple. NSFW.

“I choose Angie,” she said, eyes glowing with more than just certainty; passion, want, relief, and love. Above all, there was love. “I pick you,” Hazel finished up, her eyes still gleaming and God, Angie had never been such a sap over anyone like was with Hazel.

Her speech, her face with her smile, her everything, it made Angie melt, and she was nearly in tears, too. After everything, the entire Summer, this was it. It was coming to an end as the world was made right.

Angie and Hazel. Angie had Hazel. After all this time, it was her and her best friend. All the laughs, and shared jokes, and the quiet whispers; the longing looks behind her back, the weight of the inexplicable sadness that haunted Angie whenever she saw Hazel with Bruno; the tender moments that were just for her, for them. Now, this was it.

Her heart was hammering so fast. Even when Angie faced a recoupling uncertain of her place in the Villa and if she was going to stay, almost certain that it was going to be her time, never - never - had her heart pounded like it had when Hazel took the floor. All eyes on her like usual, but her eyes were only for Angie.

Angie had raced over, closing all the space between them. Now that it was them, she wanted no more barriers. She’d spent too long on the outside and had some making up to do.

The pair threw their arms around one another; faces sunk into one another’s shoulders as the other Islaner’s clapped for them. Najuma even wolf-whistled. Angie fell back laughing, just so, so happy it was like her heart was going to burst. She couldn’t believe the sudden turn around of her luck. Though Hazel had always made Angie feel lucky just by being present, now it was like a blessing.

They sat together through the rest of the ceremony, hands held in each other’s. They didn’t let go through the rest of the ceremony; not when Bruno recoupled with Cora, stealing heartbroken glances at Hazel all the while; not when Valentina stood up to choose last, picking Tom over the other guys left over; not even when it was time to say goodbye to Youcef. Even amongst all the hugging and crying, Hazel and Angie held steadfast onto one another.

Once everyone went to settle for the night, they all had a drink, toasting to Youcef. It was then that the text came through.

“Islanders,” Thabi read out, “tonight one couple will get to spend some alone time in the Hideaway. You may all vote in your couples who you think should get to spend the night away.”

Angie blushed at once, ignoring Bruno’s longing glances back at Hazel. No doubt if he hadn't screwed everything up between them, it would be him and Hazel heading to the Hideaway again. He hadn’t appreciated her enough to see sense when it mattered, and Angie could see how much he was regretting that.

She had long since told herself to stop thinking of Bruno, so she pushed him out of her mind, knocking heads with a giggly Hazel.

“Who d’you reckon?” Hazel asked, voice alight with mischief. Speaking ever quieter, she continued, “The text never said we couldn’t vote for ourselves.”

Angie wiggled her brows suggestively. “Oh-ho.”

Hazel did it back, more exaggeratedly. “Oh-ho-ho.”

“Hoo-hoo,” Angie concluded, bursting out into ridiculous giggles. She stifled her laughter with her hand as the other’s shot them suspicious glanes. “Let’s do it,” she said, taking out her phone and typing their names in without hesitation.

They looked up, watching as each couple finished up, everyone looking about one another. Then, Hazel’s phone chimed.

“I’ve got a text!” She half sang, half shouted, doing a silly dance as she brought her phone out. “Congrats, Hazel and Angie, you received the most votes and will be spending the night in the Hideaway. Hashtag, tonight’s the night, hashtag, making it Hideaway official.”

The other Islander’s let out a salacious, “Oooh.”

Giggling, the pair head off. Angie’s heart hammered in her chest with the strength of thunder.

As they fell through the Villa, Angie couldn’t help but just stare at Hazel; even in the dark, her beauty shined bright; the sun and the moon and all the stars in the sky were no match for the smile on Hazel’s face; she was light itself, body and soul, and she was about to share some of that glow with Angie.

“Are you nervous?” Hazel asked, a little titter in her voice, but Angie knew the question was serious, framed with lightheartedness to ease Angie herself. Hazel reached over with her hand that wasn’t encased in Angie’s and brushed Angie’s hair behind her ear, the gesture full of tenderness. Angie could smell the perfume Hazel had sprayed on her wrists earlier; it was Angie’s favourite, and she knew Hazel had picked it out just for her.

Angie’s stomach was full of knots. She couldn’t work out if they were good or bad, so had to reason that they just were.

“A little bit,” she confessed, and squeezed Hazel’s hand, pouring more of her thoughts and feelings into that gesture than into her words.

Hazel nodded, and pulled them into a quiet corner. Brushing her hand through Angie’s hair again, Hazel steadily told her, “It’s okay to be nervous. I am, too, but I want this. I want you.”

“I want you, too, Hazel,” Angie said, knocking her forehead against Hazel’s. “I want you so much, and I want all of you. I just - I never thought that this is how things would end up, that’s this is the way things would go. I-I’m,” she stopped, squeezing her eyes shut, “I know it’s going to be weird doing all of this for the first time here, but, I’m okay with it, too. This is where I met you, here is where I fell for you, and so it feels right that this is where I first know all of you. I want this.”

Hazel nodded. “Good,” she said, breaking into another beautiful smile, “good. If you want to back out or stop or go slow, let me know. I want this, too, but I want it to be right for both of us, Ange.”

“I want that, too.”

“Good,” Hazel said again, then leant in, kissing Angie up against the wall. “Because I’ve been thinking about you putting your fingers inside of me for days.”

Well.

That flipped Angie’s mood in an instance. She was always wet for Hazel, but right now, the sudden throbbing, the heat, it was getting desperate. She needed Hazel, she needed her now.

“What are we waiting around for?” Angie said, grasping her hand again. This time, the pair of them charged off, not looking back.

It was the first time Angie had been to the Hideaway; she knew she should be taking it all in, admiring the cheesy décor and cracking jokes about the sleazy love-motel feel to it, but all she was thinking about, all she wanted, was to get Hazel between those garish pink sheets and rip all her clothes off.

The door slammed shut and Angie’s lips found Hazel’s. She tasted the cheap champagne they had been drinking, the slight hint of the raspberries Hazel had dipped into her drink. Angie's tongue pressed in, needing to taste more.

Her hands snaked around Hazel’s waist, pulling on the fabric of her slinky black dress. Angie tugged her closer, nothing was enough; she wanted to roam her hands all over; through Hazel’s hair, down her body and under her clothes; she grasped her ass, squeezing her firmly; a hand went to her tits, finally, finally. Angie could feel her nipples through the flimsy fabric; they were hard and ready and all Angie could think about was how much she wanted to put her mouth around them.

She was aching between the legs; everything and anything, she wanted it all.

They pushed onto the bed, Hazel on top. She rolled Angie’s skirt up to her hips, prying herself between Angie’s open legs. Hazel raised her knee up, pressing it against Angie’s clit over her underwear. Angie moaned, and rocked her hips against the touch as Hazel expertly rode against her.

Her moans were lost in kisses, her mind too focused on how good Hazel felt, so it fell to Hazel to lead with her lips, too. Angie knew Hazel wasn’t minding in the slightest, that she wanted Angie like this.

“Fuck,” Angie muttered, her hips buckling.

Hazel moved off. “Come on,” she said, easing them up. “I want to fuck you properly. Let’s get under the covers.”

Angie obliged. She didn’t want to wait, she didn’t want to waste any time at all.

Before the covers of the bed had fully engulfed them, Hazel was already bringing her dress over her head. She flung it away, leaving herself bare before Angie’s eyes and Angie’s eyes only, her slim black underwear still on and clinging to her hips. Angie couldn’t take her eyes off of her, she was glorious.

Hazel straddled Angie under the covers, allowing herself to be fully taken in. She sat over Angie’s stomach as Angie ran her hands up Hazels’ soft thighs, playing with her own breasts.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Angie said.

One hand reached Angie's, and Hazel slowly raised it from her thigh to her breast, guiding Angie to touch her there instead. Hazel flinched her hand ever so slightly, encouraging Angie to go further; Angie did, squeezing her between her fingers, and Hazel followed, cupping Angie’s hand as she pinched Hazel’s nipple.

Moaning, Hazels’ legs twitched, sending a surge through Angie.

Encouraged by this, Angie plied at Hazel’s breasts, her eyes stuck firm on watching Hazel’s face, needing to see every little detail of her enjoying herself. Angie took her other hand up Hazel’s thigh, her nails lightly pressing into the soft, sensitive flesh; she glided her thumb up the dark line of her underwear, finding her clit beneath the fabric. Angie circled her thumb very delicately over the pressure point, not pushing or pressing yet, only teasing.

Angie’s nerves had all but flooded away. She knew what she was doing, she was sure she was right about this.

She leant forwards, encasing her mouth on Hazels’ free breast. At the touch of her tongue, Hazel moaned again, grinding her hips. Her hand fell over Angie’s again, this time reaching for the one between her legs, urging her to touch her harder.

As Angie flicked her tongue over Hazel’s hardened nipples, rolling her face in her breasts, Hazel groaned, “Yes. Suck my tits, yes.”

Her fingers glided along the line of Hazel’s underwear, until she reached the dip. She could feel how wet Hazel was through it. Angie’s fingers snuck under the fabric, dipping straight into a pool. Angie knew she wasn’t far off of being the same, if she wasn’t already wetter.

Fingers curling inside of Hazel, she rocked her hips even harder against Angie’s finger. Hands on the bed either side of her, she got herself more comfortable as Angie blasted her with two more fingers inside.

“Oh fuck,” Hazel gasped. “Fuck me, Angie.” Angie went harder, keeping the tips of her fingers pressured at the same spot curled just inside. “Yeah, just like that.”

Hazle stilled, pushing down on Angie’s fingers, a low, long moan escaping her mouth, then she suddenly shuddered; voice and all, whole body, right on Angie’s slickened fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” Hazel said, gasping still, as she reached for Angie’s hand. She pulled her fingers out, locking them in her own, then collapsed on the bed, half over Angie.

After a second of having her face in the pillow, Hazel turned to Angie, who was now lying on her side. Their eyes were both heavy with longing, needing more. Slowly, Hazel took their locked hands, and raised it to her mouth. She untangled them and brought Angie’s three wet, glistening fingers to her lips. She pressed the tips, kissing them delicately. Then, eyes ablaze on Angie, opened up and took them in her mouth, her tongue running down the sensitive patterns of her fingerprints.

Angie’s own lips parted as she watched. It felt amazing, Hazel’s tongue running along her skin, the feel of Hazel sucking. She didn’t even need to go hard, she knew exactly how to pressure it, exactly where to place her tongue, and she knew that Angie wouldn’t be able to resist her eyes as she did it, too.

Unable to stop herself, Angie took her other hand down between her legs. She rubbed at her clit over her underwear. She was so turned on by Hazel it was unreal.

Finally, Hazel’s eyes left hers, falling to watch Angie finger herself.

With a sweet little slurping noise, Hazel popped Angie’s fingers out her mouth now that she’d sucked the flavour of herself off of them. She kissed along her fingertips again, slowly brushing her lips along Angie’s skin that Hazel had made so sensitive.

“Do you want me to do that for you, angel?” Hazel asked, voice heavy, husky, and really fucking horny.

Angie nodded, more frantic than she meant, more desperate for it than she realised. “Please,” she went on, already pushing herself onto her back, extracting her hand to let Hazel take over.

Hazel shimmied down, arching herself over Angie. She rolled Angie’s dress up even further, and Angie went about dragging it off and over her head at once. She chucked it away without a care, desperate to focus back on Hazel.

Hazel’s hands played at the top of Angie’s underwear. They had both been wearing black, matching without meaning to. As Hazel’s fingers gingerly picked at the top of the fabric that Angie desperately wanted her to rip off, Hazel licked the dip in her underwear, bringing her tongue up from the opening of Angie’s pussy to her clit.

Angie’s whole body shuddered, her head sinking back into the pillow. “Oh, God,” she said, voice heavy. “Please, please, more.”

“Fuck, I do love the sound of you begging,” Hazel said, nuzzling her face over the fabric, taking it between her teeth, gently nipping the skin underneath.

“Fuck me, Hazel, please,” Angie moaned, never having pleaded for something so much in her life. “I am begging. Fuck me, fuck me please.”

“Well,” Hazel said, grinning like a cheshire cat between Angie’s legs, framed between her raised knees, looking like a Goddess. Even in the dark there, even with the lights out, Angie could see it. “Since you asked so nicely,” Hazel finished, her mischievous eyes alight on Angie once more.

Her fingers stole under the fabric that clung to Angie’s hips, and Hazel pried it away, slowly rolling it out from under Angie’s ass, bringing Angie’s legs together so she could slowly take them off altogether, stealing kiss after kiss up Angie’s smooth, dark legs.

Once they were rolled off passed her feet, Hazel threw them away. Her hand slid up Angie’s calf to her thigh, and when she got to the very top, she pushed Angie’s legs open again, putting both hands on each of Angie’s thighs, spreading her wide.

Her eyes were caught down below, heavy with hungry; her chest heaved that little bit more than usual, and Angie could hear a shudder in Hazel’s breath.

One hand on the pillow behind her, Angie gripped tight onto the bed. Her legs were already wide, but she needed them wider, to be as open and as receiving as possible.

“Eat me out, Hazel. Taste me.”

Her hungry eyes found Angie’s, but only for a brief moment. They were back between Angie’s legs as her mouth went to the inside of Angie’s calf. Heavily, with deliberation, she slowly kissed her way back up Angie, leaving a trail of where her lips had been, marking a map on Angie’s skin in patches.

Her tongue snaked out at the topmost spot of Angie’s thigh, then never left Angie’s skin as Hazel licked across to Angie’s slit. Angie dug her hands into the sheets, a low groan escaping her.

Hazel’s lazy, teasing gaze found Angie’s again, as her tongue lapped up what had been spilling out of Angie for the last however long.

Her tongue poked inside, coming out to lick and soak up the surrounding area. Her top lip pushed to Angie’s clit, teasing the spot deliberately.

Hazel brought her tongue upwards in a zig-zag fashion, not stopping until it landed in place against her clit, making Angie shudder again.

Angie thrust her hips with urgency, but that did nothing to encourage Hazel’s pace along. She was taking her time, savouring every moment she had to devour Angie; taking in all the tastes and delicious smell, and what every move, every simple flick of the tongue, every little slurp, how it all made Angie react. She was learning it all, and she wasn’t wasting a moment.

For Hazel, it was heaven between her legs, and for Angie the feeling was much the same.

Her hands fell down her body, squeezing and pinching at her own breasts, her ass thrusting back into the bed, legs shivering, and her other hand snaking between her legs to grab hold of Hazel’s hair.

That was the encouragement Hazel needed. With Angie gripping her hair, thrusting her face deep against Angie’s pussy, Hazel stopped the teasing pace of her tongue and upped her game, licking at Angie’s clit with all purpose and intent of making her scream.

She went in time with Angie’s panted moans at first, but overtook them, as Angie’s legs raised, feet off the bed. Her grip of Hazel’s hair was tightening, but in a way that felt impulsive, involuntary, like Angie was no longer thinking, it was just a reflex.

Hazel pressed two fingers into Angie’s sopping wet pussy, parting her open to reach further inside, circling up to curl her fingers, wanting to find that sweet spot for her.

She rubbed her fingers against Angie’s g-spot, going a pace behind her tongue flicking against Angie’s clit.

As Angie’s thighs came together over Hazel’s head, locking her in a place she would happily stay forever, her moans became more urgent, coming at the same time her legs shuddered closed. And that was it.

Angie thrust up into Hazels’ mouth, Hazel’s name cumming hard as it expelled from Angie’s lips alongside a plethora of ‘fucks’. Angie gripped her hair ever tighter and rode her pussy in Hazel’s face, her mind gone blank of sense. All wrought from the most satisfying orgasm she’d ever had in her life.

Angie half collapsed, already laying down and not having far to go. Her whole body and mind felt blank, like peace had come, too.

As she laid there, panting, still catching her breath, Hazel crawled her way up Angie’s body, nuzzling her all the way, taking Angie’s nipple in her mouth for a cheeky nibble. She laid her head in the nook of Angie’s neck.

“You’re the best thing that I’ve ever tasted,” Hazel whispered, kissing into Angie’s hot skin.

Angie wrapped her arms around Hazel. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Are you ready to go again?”

“I’m ready to do this forever.”

#litg #litg fanfic #litg angie #litg writers room #litg season 4 #writers room #prompt #i-boop-you #love island the game

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Arms Of The Ocean (Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung × Siren! Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fantasy AU.

Synopsis: During a trip with his group to a remote island, Wooyoung begins to hear a strange voice that he cannot escape from. Inspired by Arms Of The Ocean by Blackbriar

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Mentions of mythology creatures, near death experience with drowning, nudity, hearing voices.

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The 8 temporary occupants looked around the spacious and semi luxurious villa they would be inhabiting during their vacation stay in the remote island. It was an intricate design, combining elements of old medieval architecture and modern design that offered a rather cozy yet somewhat gothic and haunting ambient.

"So....this is where we're staying right?" The youngest and strongest of the members spoke out first, breaking the ice that formed since they all stepped inside the house, luggage still at their sides as their eyes drank up every detail of the room. From the spiral staircase leading up to the bedrooms and washrooms, to the corridor that would lead one to the backyard garden, it was all so enthralling to them.

"Dibs on the biggest room!" The most energetic one of the room suddenly shouted. Hand picking up his suitcase, he made a dash for the stairs, nearly tripping on the first steps yet managed to regain his balance and continued running to sneak a glance at the bedrooms first.

"Hey no fair San!" One of the tallest members called out to him, glasses nearly falling off his straight and sharp nose as he trailed right behind him.

Not wanting to be left behind, one by one the rest of the members followed suit, carrying their luggage up, the two oldest members taking more of their time, not wanting to waste unnecessary energy that they might need for future activities.

"Whoah! Check it out! This room has an actual fireplace in here! How cool is that?!"

Seeing the overly enthusiastic way his friend began to inspect the structure on the wall, the eldest member cringed when he witnessed him drag his hands across the red bricks and even on the inside of the piece.

"That sounds like nothing but a lot of dirt to clean up." He shuddered, making up his mind not to inhabit in a room with such a thing.

"Aww come on Seonghwa. We're on vacation and you're already fretting over messes and dirt. Liven up buddy." Not missing the opportunity to mess with him, the leader came up, cupping one hand around Seonghwa's chin while the other patted his cheek in a loving yet teasing manner, fingertips stained with leftover soot that was now being plastered on the poor man's handsome face. He cringed as he fought hard to get away from the smaller man's embrace.

"Hongjoong! Don't! I swear I'll- Argh!" He exclaimed, hands coming up to wipe off whatever it was that he had on his face, legs sprinting over towards one of the bathrooms to quickly clean himself up.

"7 rooms, you know what that means? 2 of us are going to have to share a room together." The largest member pointed out.

"Ok, so who's going to share a room with Mingi?" The mentioned individual looks baffled by the other's suggestion.

"Why am I the one sharing a room? Why can't you share with Wooyoung? After all, you've been friends with him for 6 years Yeosang."

Immediately shaking his head, Yeosang clasped his hands together, mouth ready to attack.

"Because Wooyoung isn't a big scaredy cat that needs someone to sleep with them at night and cling to them like a koala." He couldn't help but release that smirk of his that meant to ascertain that he had rested his case.

Somewhat hearing what his long time friend said, Wooyoung peeked his head into the room.

"In that case, have San share a room with him. He gets easily scared at night as well."

Hearing what he considered to be blasphemous slander thrown at him, San quickly ran to where most of the members were gathered.

"Lies and slander! I refuse to allow you to say such things!"

The other members shook their heads.

"I'll share a room with Mingi, but on the condition that we get the biggest room." The other male that formed part of the giant line offered, slinging an arm around Mingi.

"I guess that sounds fair." Hongjoong agreed, much to the annoyance of San and the youngest member.

"No! Hyung! I was just going to wrestle San for it." Letting out the biggest huff, the muscular boy crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to budge.

"You would have definitely lost that match." Yeosang stated as he patted San's shoulder.

"Well Jongho, if you want the big room, you better be willing to share the bed with Mingi."

Looking over at the older member, Jongho scanned him up and down, the baby adult flashing him a huge smile.

"I'll go pick another room." His response tremendously disappointed the other member, but the discouragement didn't last long as his puppy like friend assured him he'd be more than willing to keep him company.

Letting them settle the debate amongst themselves, Wooyoung pulled away from where they were gathered and wandered further down the hall. Peering his head into the last rooms, he looked to the right, then to his left, trying to decide on which one to take. The one on his right side seemed to suit his style more, it was cozy and had a great overview of the garden. He could already imagine waking up to the warm sunshine lightly hitting his face, probably hear a few birds chirp nearby signaling it'll be time to awaken.

Grabbing the handle of his suitcase, he took only one step towards the room before he felt himself being pulled back when he heard something that seemed to captivate him. Tilting his head, he gazed into the more serene and poignant bed chamber. It seemed more eerie and darker than the other resting places, yet what was it about it that seemed so alluringly charming? Without realizing it, he made his way inside, luggage being placed on top of the bed and quickly opened so that he could start unpacking all the items that he had brought over from his home. He was in the process of unpacking when an uncommonly strong breeze flew inside from the agape window, but that wasn't what caught his attention.

It was the haunting melody that he felt being sung out, resonating through his ears. At first he thought it was only his overactive imagination, and thus payed no further mind to it, going back to his task of neatly arranging his skincare products on top of the dresser. But then the hushed vocalizations started to become comprehensible words.

"I need you here with me...."

He whipped his head up, half expecting to see something or someone stare back at him, yet he only saw nothing but his own image in the mirror in front of him. Vehemently he shook his head, hand coming up to slap his forehead a couple of times.

"Get it together Wooyoung." He uttered to himself.

Strangely, he kept peering up into the mirror every 15 seconds or so, always staring towards the reflection of where the window was lodged. Minutes passed, and he felt himself relax somewhat. Just as soon as he had forgotten, the enchanting voice started again.

"Follow my voice and take my hand..."

Unable to resist, he whipped his head around, legs moving by themselves towards the window. Once he reached there, he opened it up fully, gaze venturing out as it took in the scenery of the small yet dense forest, the large and extensive lake peering out of the sides, inviting anyone to come in and get lost its wonders and mystery. When the singing started again, he was no longer startled, now it seemed he was looking forward to hearing it.

"Let me take you to the promised land..."

Closing his eyes, he seemed to drift off into a lucid dream, his body feeling as though it were floating while an unclear image of someone's visage started to appear. Foggy at first, it soon started to become more and more transparent. Just as soon as he was about to be able to make out the features, he was awoken by an abrupt knock at the ajar door.

"Hey Wooyoung, when you finish unpacking I need you to come help me prepare dinner. We could all use some fuel."

He nodded towards the older member, who quickly left to go start prepping the ingredients needed. Taking one last glance out the window, Wooyoung reluctantly pulled away from there and made haste to go follow after the other's footsteps, leaving his mind to ponder over and over about what he had just experienced.

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"Yunho, make sure Mingi doesn't get lost." Seonghwa called out to the small group of explorers that were about to go venture out and see what kind of adventures or games they could play in the looming forest behind the house.

"And Jongho, if you see a wild animal, please don't try to fight it." The leader added.

"What makes you think I'll do something like that? That sounds more like something San would try to do." He pointed an accusatory finger to the other male, who looked momentarily confused as to why the youngest would make such a suggestion.

"Point is, don't do anything stupid that'll result in any kind of injury. I don't want my vacation time to be drowned out because one of you idiots pulled out one of your many shenanigans and ends up in the hospital." Hongjoong glared at each of them, daring them to attempt any sort of foolishness.

"Relax Hyung, I'll be going with them. You know you can trust me." Yunho assured him, holding up a reassuring hand as his promise to lead the others safely and watch over them. Hacing no choice but to believe his words, two older members bid them a temporary farewell and remainder to behave before they went back inside the house, preferring to indulge in more warm and soothing ways of relaxation, not wanting to be bothered by the loud bantering of their beloved but often tiresome friends.

The 6 restless men immediately sprinted out, dispersing themselves and practically disappearing inside the many trees, bushes and shrubs that added some diversity to the environment. More often than not, they found themselves releasing exclaims of surprise when a woodland critter passed by their feet or flew right below their noses, astonishing them. Their fingers would probably become tired after pointing out so many wonders that they had never seen before in their life. Phones were of course always kept in hand, every minute or so, one would be raised up to capture a moment of the journey they were on. Their chatter was incessant, full of laughter and jokes as it often was the case. They were extraordinarily happy as they skipped about, breathing in the fresh air and basking in the sunny atmosphere.

Coming up near a relatively high cliff, they were all immersed in watching how the water below them moved about, small waves crashing against the moss covered peak. Wanting to be the playful and mischievous person he was, Jongho came up behind the unsuspecting red head, hands poking at his sides.

"Boo!"

Releasing a piercing scream, Mingi scrambled to keep his balance, clinging onto the person next to him so he wouldn't fall down the precipice.

"Jongho that wasn't nice." Yeosang gave a disapproving look, shaking his head at the maknae.

"Yeah, don't do that. You could have seriously caused an accident and how would you have explained it to Mingi's parents?" San reprimanded him, arms still holding onto the poor frightened individual who had his fingers sunk into the other's arms.

"Parents? What were you going to tell Seonghwa and Hongjoong?" Wooyoung commented.

"Just try to be careful ok? Remember no accidents." Yunho reminded them, ushering them to move away and start walking to another part of the forest.

While most of them opted for keeping a safe distance away from the edge of the cliff, Wooyoung more often than not found himself stepping closer and closer to the border, often glimpsing down at the roaring sea below, fascinated by the way it moved so freely. He could feel its cool mist spraying him gently across the face. Soon he was reminded of the slightly paranormal sensation he had felt the day before when the same fantastical voice started singing its way into his head again.

"Come swim to me in a forward motion....."

Stopping in his tracks, he discerned that it seemed to be coming from down below. Ignoring the pace of the other members and falling behind, he turned his attention to the deep waters below, eyes scrunching as he peered with curiosity to find the source of the enchanting voice.

"Lie with me in the arms of the ocean..."

The more he heard it, the less he felt in control of his actions, feet prying closer and closer to the end of the border, body bending over to get a better look around.

"Oh, sing to me, my lady of the sea..."

His eyelids suddenly began to feel heavy, almost as if though he was falling into a trance like deep sleep. His body was relaxing to the point of becoming numb and somewhat fatigued. He was no longer focused on any of his surroundings, couldn't hear anything else besides the bewitching song calling out to him.

"Show me the way with your melody.."

Before he could even register it, his body toppled over, crashing deep into the lake below. His friends, having heard the sudden commotion, immediately panicked, shouting out the fallen boy's name as they all ran full speed down the trail that would lead them to the shoreline of the lake, from there on they could figure out a way to find Wooyoung and rescue him.

With flailing arms desperately trying to keep his head above the water, Wooyoung gasped for air before he felt himself being pulled back underwater. Each time he managed to pry himself back up it seemed as though the force of the water would only strengthen, thus making it more difficult for him to stay afloat. Being scared and panicked, he found himself getting worn out the more he tried fighting for his life. His movements soon began to slow down, eyes fluttering close until nothing but darkness consumed him, soul giving up any hope of coming back up above the surface. As he felt his senses die off one by one, he could still faintly make out the voice that had been following him since he first arrived. He could vividly hear the voice so well that he honestly believed he was starting to form a frame and face to it. He could practically see it staring him straight into the face, hands coming up to cup his cheeks as they studied him curiously. Perhaps all the oxygen in his body was being replenished so fast that he could quite literally feel his soul being ripped away from his body, being carried off towards the heavens, hopefully to meet his final destiny......

That was until he felt himself being brought back to life. With a soft groan, he slowly opened his eyes, vision slowly being recovered bit by bit until they fully adjusted to glimpse up at the surreal sight in front of him. His mouth opened to form some words, but all he could manage was a soft intake of breath as he looked upon the most ethereal beauty in his life. Her wet hair had soft tendrils that clung onto the smooth surface of her forehead, her eyes seemed to sparkle like the glittering sand underneath him. Lips were slightly tinted with a hue that resembled the bright red corals that decorate the rocky bottom of the sea. Eyes trailing down, he could clearly distinguish what seemed to be silvery dust sprinkled on different parts of her body, mainly her shoulders, tips of her fingers, and her collarbone. He couldn't help but flush timidly when he noticed that her breasts were out on display, tempting him not to notice them or the hardened peaks in the middle of them.

But what was the most shocking sight was seeing that below her waist was the most magnificent and spectacular marine like tail that took the place of where legs were supposed to be. The silvery gray and deep sapphire scales protruding out at certain areas assured him that it was indeed a real tail, not a makeshift one that would often be sold in costume stores.

"Am I dead?"

It seemed the creature in front of him understood him as she let out a lighthearted chuckle at his question.

"No my sweet unwary man, you are not dead. I managed to fish you out of the depths of the lake before death could take you. I'm happy I managed to reach you in time."

One of her hands came up to lovingly stroke the side of his head, palm pressed against his temple.

"It would have been such a pity had I not been around to save you. A sailor like you is much too precious and beautiful to leave this life so early."

Wooyoung couldn't help the shy smile and flustered red tint that spread over his cheeks at hearing her compliment him. She was so devastatingly gorgeous that he couldn't comprehend how she'd fawn over him when she had a face that was incomparable to any other beauty that roamed the earth.

"Was it you? The one who has been singing all this time?"

Upon hearing his words, the siren released a smile that showcased her perfect and pearl like teeth.

"So you managed to hear my song?" She inquired with intense intrigue.

"Since yesterday I've been hearing your voice.... it's so beautiful.....like you..." He couldn't help but say that, his words pleasing to the maiden above him.

"You truly must be a special soul then. It's been centuries since someone of your kind has been able to hear my tune and be attracted to it." She confessed, forehead leaning in to press against his own.

"What is your name?" She suddenly asked him.

"Wooyoung." He responded.

With a soft whisper, she repeated his name lips coming dangerously close to his.

"M-may I know yours?" He gulped slightly when he felt her upper lip lightly graze his own.

"Y/N." She calmly responded.

Right at that moment, they heard loud clamors and running footsteps heading their way. Knowing that she couldn't risk being seen, Y/N heaved out a deep sigh.

"I'm afraid I must go now my sweet Wooyoung."

When he felt her pull away, he sat up, hands coming up to clasp around her waist.

"Wait! Don't go yet! I wish to see you again!" He pleaded.

"I'm I must go my dear. I'm a mystery that must not be seen by others. You are an exception because you are a rare kind of soul."

Baffled by her words, Wooyoung still refused to budge.

"What does that mean?"

Knowing she didn't have much time, Y/N gently pried his hands off her as she lowered him back onto the sand. Wooyoung let out a soft moan pour out of his lips when she leaned in close to him once again, breasts pressing themselves against his toned chest.

"You'll find out one day my love, but for now, I must bid you goodbye."

Closing the gap between them, she molded her soft lips over his own, her kiss tasting so sweet and intoxicating Wooyoung that he felt himself dive back into an abyss of darkness, mind becoming hazy once more until he fell into a serene and quiet sleep....

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With a sharp gasp, Wooyoung awoke to find himself back in his bed, his members surrounding him with pained expressions.

"Oh thank god you're awake." Seonghwa stated, finally able to release the breath he was holding.

"Wooyoungie! We were so worried about you!" San cried out, tears pouring down his cheeks as he enveloped Wooyoung in a crushing hug.

"What on earth were you thinking? We told you to be careful!" Hongjoong could not help his scolding, his head still pounding over the stress he was made to go through.

"What...what happened?" Wooyoung looked around.

"You accidentally slipped off the cliff and fell into the lake. Luckily for you, the current washed you up onto the shore and we were able to find you and carry you back here." Patting his shoulder, Yunho smiled.

"Gave us quite a scare there Woo."

Wooyoung looked around in confusion, trying hard to gather his thoughts.

"Wait! Where's Y/N?"

All of the boys around him looked at each other with a puzzled look.

"Who's Y/N?" Yeosang asked.

"She's the one who rescued me from drowning, she pulled me out of the water. She's, she's... she's the siren that has been singing in my head since we came here."

His friends couldn't help but stare at him with complete shock, faces turning to look at one another before bursting out laughing.

"Wooyoung, I think you must have either inhaled too much lake water or bumped your head on a rock." Yeosang teased him.

"I'm not crazy! I sweat she's real!" Wooyoung adamantly declared, refusing to believe that what he heard and saw wasn't real.

"Woo, I think maybe you need to rest a little more. You went through a near death experience and thus you probably imagined things."

Before he could say anything else, the leader ordered the others to clear out the room to give Wooyoung space so he could rest up. Waiting for all of them to leave before, Hongjoong looked over at the younger male one last time.

"Dinner will be ready soon. I'll bring some up for you. Try to get some sleep and drink the tea next to you. I don't want you catching a cold."

With that, he left the man alone to ponder over the events that had transpired. Although his muscles felt sore, Wooyoung managed to get out of the comfort of the bed, going over towards the window. Opening it up, he looked outside, eyes scanning the forest and intently looking over where the lake was visible. It looked absolutely still and quiet, unlike a couple of hours ago when it was more active and turbulent.

"Was it all really just a dream?" He questioned himself. After standing there a couple of moments in complete silence, he sighed despondently and closed the window again, walking back over the bed as he forced himself to admit that it was all probably nothing more than overactive mind playing tricks on him. Resting his head against the soft pillow, he closed his eyes and drifted away to sleep once more.......

As the wind rustled the leaves of the trees in the area, a figure stepped out of her hiding place, face looking up towards the window that had just been shut by its occupant. Her hair was still damp, the tips dripping water onto down onto the pair of legs that replaced the tail that was there before. Satisfied at making sure her special man was doing all right, the young maiden turned around and began making her way back towards the lake, back towards her home. She took a few steps before stopping, head turning back to look back at the same spot she had been eyeing for a while. A smirk framed the siren's visage.

"I'll see you soon once more my dear...."

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[winter-tospring]

fresh “so much stood out from the episode that i don’t even know how to talk about it” list post watching 12x08

-THE MYSTERY -HOUSE WITHIN A HOUSE -GHOSTS!!!! -THE MARY SHELLEY -MARY AND THE FRANKESNTEIN MOMENT -THE OOOPS ITS NOT A FRANKENSTEIN MOMENT -GRAHAM "i'm going...alien parasite!" -SHE WAS THE UNIVERSE -DOCTOR TAKING THE CYBERIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I GASPED FOR MY WHOLE LIFE I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA LIVE WITH IT -DOCTOR GIVING IT TO CYBERMAN -SOMETIMES ITS MOUNTAINOUS ME AT THE SUMMIT IN THE STRATOSPHERE ALONE kill me -DOCTOR PANICKING OVER SAVING EARTH - HER RAGE HER RESENTMENT HER HURT the injustice of it all -the URGENCY to SAVE THE EARTH AT ALL COSTS BECAUSE SHE CANT LET IT BE ANOTHER WAY ITS ACTUALLY HEARTWRENCHING TO WITNESS -LORD BYRON CASUALLY TOTALLY HEART EYES RYING OVER THE DOCTOR;  TRYING TO FLIRT AND HER BEING LIKE NOPE MAN GET OFF -THE LOOK ON THE DOCTOR’S FACE WHEN RYAN SAYS SHELLEY’S JUST ONE LIFE AGAINST ALL THE OTHERS -THE MOTHERFUCKING VIOLIN -"YOU WANNA SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR THIS? YOU WANT ME TO SACRIFICE YOU?" -RYAN YAZ AND GRAHAM IN THAT VERY MOMENT -WORDS MATTER -jODIE!!!!!!JODIEE JODIEEEE JODIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT!!!!!!

#PHEEEEEEEWWWWWW THE ACTING #goddamn the history underneath the doctor's surface rising during high high stakes moments it's so inTENSE there's SO MUCH THERE WITHIN HER #*heart beats rapidly and stares forever blankly* #doctor who #dw #thirteen #12x08 #the haunting of villa diodati #It's not that i just love it It caters to something in me that's not being catered to on the regular It leaves my being vibrating with a #sense of being profoundly met at a core level #LIKE FINALLY BEING FOUND ON AN ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN

[13thbaronzemo]

THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES: PART 3

Baron Helmut Zemo/F!Reader

Rated E (Explicit)

You are the Sokovian custodian of Castle Zemo, which now belongs to the dissolved nation’s neighbors, and the baron himself has ordered you to come on vacation with him in Ibiza.

Disclaimer: This is the continuation of a fanfic written before FatWS: Ep4 aired and set up after his separation from the protagonists and while on the run from the law.

'Castle Zemo has been here since before you arrived and it will still be here when you return,' Ms. Helena assured you. Unlike yourself, the castle didn't go missing for five years. After five years of mourning, you had been the first person she witnessed return from the ether. As far as she was concerned, you were the only ghost to ever haunt those halls. She saw, through your empty eyes, how impermanent life is. They were the same eyes she saw the first time you stepped foot into the barony after losing your whole world along with your hometown of Novi Grad.

'You can't waste your youth between these old walls,' she sighed. You realized, taking a look at your back at your life, that she was right. You've been displaced in time, both mourning and being mourned, and chose to become one with history instead of living in the present. 'Now, go! Get some fresh air, dance, get some sun, fall in love, get your heart broken! Live!' Ms. Helena, ready to return from retirement just so you could take a vacation, sent you home to pack your bags. 'Just remember to send me a postcard.'

You'd almost forgotten all about it, excited and exhausted as you were after the flight, but a rack full of them reminded you of your promise. Ibiza Airport offered tourists a taste of the island right after they stepped off the plane, so there were gift shops filled with mementos of times you had yet to live. You spent your own money in one of them. You were saving up the euros he slipped under your door and that you hadn't already use to pay for the car, train, and plane that got you here in the first place.

Not feeling ready to step outside into the world and the setting Mediterranean sun just yet, you took a seat in a little coffee shop that overlooked the bus stop and wrote to Mrs. Helena.

After you finished your drink, paid for it, and tipped the waitress, you took another peek at the envelope and the absurd amount of money still left inside. He gave you more banknotes than information about his whereabouts. You understood why he couldn't, being a wanted man and all, but you wished you knew as much about him as he seemed to know about you. All you could be sure of was that he wanted you here, in Ibiza, where he would be for the next 10 days. And while you had dreamed about him greeting for you here at Arrivals, with a flower bouquet and a sun-kissed face, as you sleept on the plane, you knew better than to hope. After all, it was the possibility of getting lost among all the tourists visiting the island that gave you the nerve to travel here. But, if you were to be honest with yourself, the smaller possibility of being accosted by him for the third time was what made you take time off from work.

As you boarded the bus that would take you to your cheap - well, cheap for the likes of a baron - hotel, you took one last lingering look at the Arrivals entrance.

The sun was sinking into the sea when you got off the bus, so you stood there and stared. You’ve never seen the sea and it seemed like a lifetime since you’ve felt the sun on your skin. The sea breeze must’ve frozen you in place because a family of five knocked you over and walked all over you. The father apologized for childrens' crimes in a language you recognized as Italian. You reassured him that you were fine in a mix of English and Spanish, the two languages you’ve been speaking to the airport staff and vendors since you landed. After shaking off the embarrassment and dusting off your jean shorts, you started moving again, dragging the small and swiveling trolley behind you. You had packed every piece of summer clothing you owned and there was still room left. That’s where you put the magnets and Mrs. Helena’s postcard.

Inside the hotel lobby, you could get stomped on if you were to stop and stare at another shiny thing again. It was crowded, but that is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it? To go  unnoticed? When the Italian father waved at you, hoarding his children into the elevator, you knew that you had already made an impression.

“How may I help-”

“Here’s my ID” you interrupted the receptionist. “I made a reservation via phone in that name just yesterday.”

You knew you were being rude, but you needed to get out of those clothes you’ve been sweating in since you left home. The last thing you wanted was to waste time spelling out your name.

“Of course,” she smiled. It was the same smile you’d put on during visiting hours. It was gone the moment she took a gander at your ID. “Excuse me.” She grabbed the phone off the desk and turned her back to you. Now, that was rude. Your Catalan wasn’t as good as your Spanish, but you did overhear the words ‘girl’ and ‘here’. “I'm sorry, Miss. There seems to be a problem with your reservation, but don’t worry, we'll sort it out soon.” Then, handing you back the ID card, she turned towards the sitting area and invited you to take a seat.

You swallowed a groan and put on your customer service smile before thanking her. After all, whatever mix-up may have occurred, it couldn’t have been her fault. Hell, it might’ve been your fault. It was closing in on a week since you had a good night’s sleep. On the bright side, you had some time to stare at everything shiny while you waited. You’ve never been to a place that glowed as brightly as Ibiza. Everything from the sun, to the sea at dawn, to the light fixtures in the hotel lobby, everything that glittered was gold.

When you looked back at the receptionist’s desk, you saw her looking back, but she wasn’t the only one. A man, no older than yourself, followed her line of sight and found you. From his black suit and hat and his white gloves and shirt, you could see that he was a chauffeur. What you couldn’t see was what he handed over to the receptionist. Stepping towards you, a smile spread across his face. As for yourself, you shrunk back into your seat.

“Good evening, Miss,” he spoke, his English spiced by a Spanish accent. “I’ve been sent to collect your luggage.”

“By whom?” You asked as if you haven’t already pieced the disparate pieces of the puzzle together.

“By his lordship,” he whispered before grabbing your bags. “He is waiting for you in the car. Follow me, please.”

Looking back at the receptionist one last time, you pulled the purse off his arm and slid it onto your shoulder. “I can carry this myself, thank you.”

“Apologies, Miss,” he bowed his head and followed you out the front door.

“Which car?” You asked once the both of you were outside.

“Follow me,” he whispered and walked ahead of you. When he walked out of the parking lot, you wondered if you should’ve believed a total stranger in the first place, but then he said: “The limousine.”

Sure enough, on the other side of the street, there was a black car and its shadow: a limousine.

“Just a moment, Miss,” he rolled your trolley suitcase to the trunk.

You slowly approached the side of it, the blackened windows preventing your eye from penetrating inside. Before you even reached the passenger door, it popped open. Taking a step back, you forced your spooked heart to settle. When the chauffeur finally made it back beside you, you were too startled to say anything about the seemingly faulty door.

“Forgive me, milord,” he bowed, backing away from the now fully opened door that was obscuring who he was talking to. “I shouldn’t have kept the young miss waiting. Please,” he waved you closer to the car.

As you approached it apprehensively, you heard a voice you had come to terms with never hearing again: “Good evening, my dear,” he removed a pair of purple sunglasses as he beckoned you inside with the same dark and deep eyes you were ready to miss for the rest of your life.

The interior was almost as bright as the lobby you left, white like marble and illuminated by a golden glow. One side had an entire cream couch just for the two of you while the other had a bar filled with crystal glassware and bottles bearing labels you don’t recognize. Yet it was him that you were most blinded by Baron Helmut Zemo. He wore a jacket that seemed the summer version of his fur coat and the button-up underneath was the same royal purple as his forsaken mask. As you took his hand and a seat next to him, you saw that the sun had managed to kiss his face, if only a little. Then, while you were lost in his eyes, he brought you back by bringing the back of your hand to his lips:

“How was your flight?”

“How did you-”

“How did I know you came here via plane? I didn’t, but it is the most popular way,” he smirked. “I did, however, know that you have a room here. Well, had.”

“I didn’t even get to…” you started, as he stroked your knuckles with his thumb, little circles to calm you down. “And the receptionist, she…”

“You’ll forgive her for not spoiling the surprise, won’t you?” Then, seemingly out of the salty Mediterranean air, he brought before you a bouquet of red roses. “Welcome to Ibiza.”

The drive to his villa was spent sipping the champagne he popped in his fingers and spilled all over his hand, giggles bubbling out of you as he offered you a crystal flute. With your heavy head on his shoulder and his arm around yours, you listened to his voice rather than his words. He talked about the sun that had just been swallowed by the sea, about how it gave life to everything on the island.

"Ibiza also has a nightlife, as I'm sure you've heard," he spoke into your scalp while his nose was in your hair. "I could tell you all about it, but I'd you live it for yourself. Tonight."

You were content floating in the foam inside your flute, getting drunk on his cologne and falling asleep to the soothing sound of his voice. "Is this a dream? Am I dreaming right now?"

"No, my dear," he rose from his seat when the ride was over. "And I have to wake you up now. We've arrived."

The night had already taken over the island by the time you got out of the limousine, but the horizon was as bright as ever. Stars, ships, and city lights which way you turned your head. And, when he led you inside, your eyes hurt from the brilliance of the interior. Everything was light and soft, nothing like the dark and chilly castle. There was life within these walls, potted plants, and music in the air.

"The bedrooms are on the second floor." He offered you his arm to take as he lifted your trolley in the other. "You can freshen up while I prepare something for you to eat. Are you hungry?"

"No, I had something to eat on the flight."

"A light snack then," he decided.

There were two bedrooms and two bathrooms on the second floor. He made it clear that you can choose to sleep in your bed instead of insisting on sharing one with him. You walked into the room that had his smell lingering in the air and, under his hungry eyes, into his trap. But you didn't mind being his prey. You even expected him to bite down on the fading teeth marks he left under your right ear. But he backed away while handing you your luggage.

After a shower that soothed your very soul, it was time for a change of clothes. You only had one dress that you hoped was fancy enough for a baron. It wasn't made out of any expensive material, but it did compliment your curves. As you walked down the stairs in your heels, you hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself and fall like you did the last time.

As if summoned by the sound of your clicking shoes, he appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "A vision," he bellowed, eyes wide and arms spread wider. "You are a vision, my dear."

"I bet you say that to all the girls you bring back here," you blushed.

"No vision as lovely has ever stepped foot in this villa, I assure you," he offered you his arm to take again as he guided you to the kitchen.

"Or is that what you say to them?" You jabbed his side, hoping the joke would land. "Thank you for flattering me, but can you be brutally honest and tell me if this dress fits the occasion or not?"

"While it's a perfect fit, it is far too elegant for a nightclub," he sat you down on a stool before the bouquet of roses he'd placed in a glass vase and served you a china cup of cherry blossom tea. "If you'd like, we can go shopping for something more appropriate tomorrow. My treat."

He didn't let you protest, or dig up the envelope of banknotes from your purse. Instead, he insisted on keeping your mouth busy by feeding you himself because you two had a long night ahead.'

Between cheeses and grapes, he treated you to Turkish delights. The pleasure he took in watching you eat from his hand emboldened you enough to wipe the white powder off of the tip of his fingers using your tongue. The hunger in his eyes only grew when he slowly slipped one of them between your lips and you sucked it in. If it were up to you, the two of you'd be rushing upstairs into your shared bedroom and not come out until the sun does. However, when his phone started vibrating on the tabletop, both of you jumped.

"The chauffeur is here," he cleared his voice as he checked his phone. "Come, my dear." The baron had to clean your mess and his, the powder and your lipstick, with a tissue, before he could help you off the stool.

Before your mind could catch up with you, before you could ask why he sent the chauffeur away when he knew the two of you would be needing him tonight, you were already in the driveway admiring a purple convertible. It was a jewel on the road, the city lights and the night sky reflecting off of its polish finish, and you got to 'feel the sea breeze,' as the baron had ordered you to.

"Let your hair down and enjoy the wind whipping through it," he whispered. "The night is ours."

The night had barely begun to take over, yet you already felt like you conquered it. When you arrived in the island's paradise, the nightclub known as Eden, you knew that you made it to the top of the world. The guard let you pass as soon as they spotted you on the baron's arm and a second one guided you to the much less crowded and far more quiet VIP area. The speakers hummed through the walls that were drenched in blue and red lights and the dance floor was covered with bodies coming together in communion. It was a nightly ritual you can't remember the last time you participated in, but you recall it never attending one of this magnitude.

"Luciano," the baron called out over the beat.

"Baron," a man, dressed in black that seemed to blend into the shadows stood up from the table the bodyguard had led you to. "You're looking as alive as you sounded on the phone," he coughed in Spanish, putting out his cigarette to shake the baron's hand. "I can't say the same for myself." He was tall, taller than your Lord, and the darkness the strobe lights couldn't illuminate added his shadow to the height.

He chose to ignore your Spanish greeting as if you were just another in a long line of girls that had been brought before him. But that didn't stop the baron from introducing you as an 'hermosa visión'. The compliment made you smile just as wide the second time. And, after you were invited to sit across from this Luciano, he made a remark that you barely registered, distracted as you were by the sound of your Lord ordering drinks in Catalan.

"You're Sokovian like my Heidi, yes?"

You shook your head and said in Spanish: "Excuse me?"

"Heidi!"

A woman, sitting by herself on a black velvet stool, twisted her torso before turning off her phone. You were surprised to have missed her because, as soon as she stood up, she stood out with her dress as white as her skin and as bright as her blond hair.

"Good evening," the baron bowed his head slightly as she stepped closer to the couch.

"Heidi, this is the baron I told you about," Luciano gestured grandly towards your side of the couch.

"Baron Helmut Zemo?" She blinked, stars in her eyes the color of the strobe lights. "We thought you were dead or locked up or-" she stuttered in Sokovian as she sat down and leaned over the glass table.

"What is my silly girl saying, Baron? I could never learn the language."

"Papi," she spun around to face him. "You didn't tell me it was Baron Zemo we were hosting tonight."

"I wanted to surprise you, baby," he tucked her long blond hair behind her ear. "I know how much you've missed speaking in your mother tongue. Look, he even brought you a play mate."

When you were pointed out, you pushed your hair out of your face and waved. When he saw your stilted movements and your strained smile, the baron brought your shaking hand to his lips. He knew you had been placed in an awkward position, but he calmed you with a few circles drawn with his thumb on the back of your hand. He then made the introduction himself, releasing your hand so that you can shake Heidi's. Her smile was sincere, so yours grew at the sight of it.

"Why don't you girls go onto the dance floor?" Luciano leaned back. "The baron and I have business to discuss."

"Come on," Heidi dragged you up by the hand that was still in hers. "Business bores me."

"What was that, baby?"

"I said you're boring, Papi," she answered a laughing Luciano in Spanish.

As for yourself, you looked back at the baron who reassured you by squeezing your other hand: "I'll be right here, my dear. Now, go! Have fun! That's an order!"

You tried obeying his order, you did, but it took Heidi dragging you to the bar and buying the two of you drinks to relax your muscles and settle your nerves. She was brazen, sure. But she was also sweet. The smile that stretched her face also lit it up. She was another shiny thing you were drawn to on this island and she just so happened to be Sokovian. Three drinks in, she was already teaching you Catalan and a couple of her signature dance moves. You talked about Castle Zemo and the tourists who had thought you all the other languages. Soon enough you were grinding against each in the flurry of giggles. The music was just as addicting as the alcohol and it made you even more uninhibited. When she asked about the baron's performance in the bedroom, you answered so fast, your head started spinning. The best you've ever had. You asked about her relationship with Luciano and she wasn't ashamed to admit to her sugar baby status.

"Ladies, mind if I cut in?"

As if he could hear his name being whispered across the crowded dance floor and over the thrumming beat, the baron appeared beside you.

“Milord,” you blinked up at him, a sobering sight for drunk eyes.

“Hello, milord,” she wrapped her arms around you, not ready to let him have you back just yet. “Do you dance as well as you fuck?”

“Heidi,” you gasped, but soon you dissolved into giggles. You even wrapped your arms around her middle. “Stop it!”

“I’m afraid I’m not nearly as good of a dancer,” he smirked, seemingly unshaken by her slurred words. “Heidi, Luciano has asked to see you in what I believed he called his private booth. He tried calling you, but-”

“He wants to play,” she whispered in your ear. “I have to go, but I’ll see you soon, okay?” Then she kissed you on each cheek, each of them as sloppy and glossy. “Milord,” she attempted to make a curtsy but would’ve fallen over if you hadn’t caught her and sent her on her way.

In a sea of sweaty party people, you could only see him. The alcohol made everything glow brighter, including your baron. Like a moth who doesn’t know any better, you knocked your chest against his in an attempt to get closer.

“Are you having fun, my dear?” He steadied you with his hands, sliding them down your spine and stopping at the small of your back.

“Yes,” you smoothed his shoulder pads with your palms, enjoying the sensation of the fabric against your fingers. “But I thought you brought me here to dance.”

“For where I was standing, I could see the two of you were dancing,” he chuckled. “Were my eyes deceiving me?”

“You’re the one I wanted to dance with,” you slurred, emboldened by the liquor flowing freely through your veins. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you dragged him down and dipped your tongue into the shell of his ear. “Heidi’s pretty and all, but she’s not you.”

“My Lady,” he hissed, holding you so close he might’ve crushed you if he applied force. “What do you think you’re doing?”

With the beat of the music under your feet and his rumbling chest against your breasts, you swayed to the music in your heart. Your breaths were in each other’s ears, your lips against the shell of his and his under your lobe, in the same spot he left his stamp the last time the two of you were entangled.

“My Lord, what are you doing? You’ve barely touched me,” you gasped, grinding against him when you felt his teeth tease your sensitive skin. “You’ve barely spent time with me,” you moaned, moving your hands up and down his arms and feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips. “Why bring me here at all?”

“You needed this,” he grunted, his groin growing between your bodies. “You’ve been living among dead things for too long. You needed to be among the living again.” After licking the wound his teeth reopened, his mouth moved from underneath your ear to murmur: “And you needed me.” The hands slid down the small of your back to cup your ass cheeks and press your pelvis up against his. “You need me right now, don’t you?”

“I do,” you sighed, sinking your nails into his shoulders for stability. “I need you.” He had shoved his knee between your legs and your body compiled: you were now rubbing your bare cunt against his clothed thigh. If he hadn’t figured out that you left the villa pantyless yet, he knew now. “You ruined me for every other man.”

His hands smoothed your dress again, but this time they climbed up your spine. When they arrived at the back of your head, one got tangled in your hair while the other went right through. Yanking your head back, he exposed your throat to his teeth and your eyes to his hunger. The baron was starving.

While nobody else around you could hear it over the music, he must’ve tasted your moans under the teeth he was dragging up your throat. When his mouth made it to your chin, he chuckled: “What a spoiled little girl you are! Haven’t I given you enough? What is it that you want now? Me? Right here, right now?” Nipping the thin skin under your chin, he continued. “You could wrap those legs around me and I could slip my cock right into your sopping cunt. Yes, I know you’re not wearing any panties.” Releasing his grip on your air, he cupped your cheeks to keep your eyes on him instead. “Or do you want to be fucked in a bathroom stall like the dirty little girl you are?”

“Please,” you begged him, but you couldn’t even begin to articulate. Your body, hot and loose because of the liquor, was more coherent. Your thighs tightened around his own and your spine arched like a bow. “Oh, please.”

The baron bunched up your skirt in between your bodies with one hand while the other wound up around your throat, still tender from his teeth. “Please who?” He pressed you for an answer as he pressed his thumb against your slick and swollen clitoris.

“Please, m-milord,” you whined. “The bathroom. Take me to the bathroom.”

The walk to the men’s bathroom was a blur, but you didn’t need your eyes to find your destination. The baron’s hand was secure on your side, guiding you through the gaggle of dancers and hiding you from prying eyes. The bathroom was more light with more blue than red and the stall was more spacious than what you were used to. You initially imagined you must be out in the open, my when he turned the handle, it made a clicking noise, the sound of secrecy.

When he turned towards you, his eyes were wild in the blue neon lights and his hands were claws as he cornered you to capture your tender thighs. “You dirty girl,” he chuckled, as dark as his blown-out eyes. Then, as he lifted your feet off the tile floor and drove you up the wall of the stall, he snarled: “You couldn’t wait until we were back at the villa, could you? You had to have my cock right here, right now, didn’t you?”

You tried to get a hold of the tile wall, but failed and sunk your nails into his scalp instead. “Milord,” you called to him as you were climbing to the ceiling without your consent. “Milord, I’m gonna fall.”

Your Lord sat you atop of his shoulders, one thigh on each side of his face. “I won’t allow it,” he growled before his head disappeared under your skirt. “I’ve waited long enough for you to come to me, and I’m not letting you go now.”

He was right: you weren’t falling, you were flying. The swirling of his tongue around your cunt’s engorged numb was making your head spin and his five o'clock shadow scratching your inner thighs were stimulating every sinus. And you were sure that every ear inside the men’s bathroom could hear, but you didn’t stop yourself from screaming out for him.

When he slowed down his assault on your cunt, it was only to speak to it. “I missed this. I missed the sweet noises you make. I missed my sweet girl,” he licked up your labia, taking his time to taste it. “And I missed my sweet pussy.”

“Oh, God,” you called to the ceiling and the skies.

“No, not God,” he spat between your folds before sliding a finger between them. “I’m no God. No god is making you feel this way.” He pushed the protruding digit deeper before pulling it out again. “It’s a man.” Then, he pushed and pulled at a punishing pace, his mouth circling your clitoris again. “It’s me. Now, come on my tongue. Come on, come on my tongue like the dirty girl that you are.”

Baron Zemo had given out an order and you, his loyal servant, obeyed. Squeezing your thighs down on the sides of his head, you rode his face to the finish. You pulled at his hair and pushed his head down all at the same time. Everything was too much, but never enough. It was a sobering experience that made the alcohol in your veins dissipate. Still, as he slid you down the wall of the stall, you were drunk on the dopamine released by your orgasm.

“Just as obedient as I remember you to be. And twice as sweet,” he licked his lips as he whipped your face with his thumbs tenderly. His face shone with your juices, his chin being especially shiny. “Would you like a taste?”

You nodded, not feeling prepared to practice speaking just yet. He held up your head with a hand at the back of your throat while he brought the finger that burrowed inside you up to your bottom lip. You tasted the tip at first under his spreading smirk, but as soon as you took him in, he parted his lips and started panting. And his breathing got louder the more of him you sucked inside. When you took all of him, the entire finger up to the knuckle, and began bobbing your head, he gritted his teeth and groaned.

“Do you still want my cock, dirty girl?”

Pulling back from his finger with a pop, you bit your bottom lip. “Yes, milord.”

“Would you bow before me to get to it?”

“Yes, milord,” you smiled stupidly, drunk on the dopamine.

By the time he took himself out of his trousers, you were on your knees saying your pleas. You missed the taste of him as much as he claimed to miss your cunt. You stuck out your tongue and tasted his precum that was already pouring out. When the tip met with your mouth, you locked your lips around it and moaned. This caused him to call to the ceiling:

He grunted, grabbing you by the hair and yanking you off of him. “I want to paint those pretty little lips myself.”

You moaned aloud at that, eyes glazed over and mind muddled him. His touch, taste, and smell were taking over you again and all you could do was beg him for more, more, more. “Please, please, please,” you breathed as he slid his hand up and down his shaft and snarled, his teeth bared. “Please, please, please.”

He growled and the grip in your hair tightened. “That’s a good girl,” he managed to get out before spilling in your open mouth. “That’s my good girl.”

Once the steam started, he couldn’t stop himself. If you could’ve, you wouldn’t have stopped him either. The tangy taste of him transported you back to the first time he pushed you down into this position. He had a mask on then, but now his face was wearing his emotions. He was in pain, the pleasurable kind. His eyebrows were knitted together and his hair was falling on his forehead. While you were the one serving him, the one swallowing his come and cleaning his cock with your tongue, you felt powerful. And, as he called you his baroness and said you never looked more beautiful than you did in that moment, you knew that you would never feel this powerful again.

“Occupied,” he slammed the door in another man’s nose.

A voice swore in English from the other side. “What, man? The whole damn bathroom?”

Yes, the whole bathroom. Baron Zemo was standing at the entrance to the men’s bathroom to keep out men as you freshened up. You were starting to sober up, splashing water across your face to whip away your runny make-up.

“You remain a vision, my dear,” he held out his arm when you were done.

“Now I'm sure that’s what you say to all the girls,” you said, too satiated and exhausted to even think about the implications of your statement.

“There’s nothing more beautiful in this world than a woman in the afterglow,” he whispered, a wide smirk shadowing his lips before he swung the door open. “It’s all yours, my friend.”

“I almost pissed myself, man! Not cool!”

You smothered your laughter into his shoulder while he walked you back to the VIP lounge. “You think they noticed how long we’ve been gone?” You squeezed his arm with both hands. Your flushed and bare face must’ve been enough to give away the game anyway, so you didn’t know why you bothered to hide from Heidi.

“They’ve been gone for just as long,” he winked. “He called her into his booth, remember?”

The reunion with your Sokovian sister revealed that she at some point also had to remove her make-up. She invited you to sit next to her and immediately asked about the intimate details. You amused her but refused to drink any more alcohol. You asked for water instead.

While the two of you were swooning over the sex you just had, the men in question had yet to sit down. They had their backs turned to you and their glasses full. However, they never got to finish their drinks.

“Baby, it’s time to say goodbye to your new friend.” He didn’t even look at you as he said all this, focusing his narrow gaze on the other man instead. “The baron was just leaving.”

Heidi’s pitch was higher when she spoke Spanish, so she almost squeaked out: “Papi, make him stay.”

“I’m afraid it’s getting late,” the baron began apologizing. “It’s been a long day and we’re still suffering from jet lag.” He looked at you. That was your cue.

“Yes,” you yawned. “I’m sorry, Heidi. You know how far away Sokovia used to be, right?”

“Well, if you have to go, then you have to promise you’ll be back tomorrow. Papi, make him promise to bring her back tomorrow.”

Her Papi took one look at his baby’s pleading eyes, then another at the baron’s poker face, then sighed. “Very well. Baron, we’ll finish our talk tomorrow night.”

While Luciano looked more than eager to escort you out himself, he had to wait for Heidi to hug you tightly as she typed her number into your phone. She only let you go after kissing you good night.

“I didn’t even have to lie,” you yawed as he draped his suit jacket over your shoulders. “I so, so sleepy.”

“Which one wore you out, the flight or I?”

“Both,” you tucked your head under his chin.

Either the sea breeze had turned into a chill, or your tired body was cooling down. Whichever one it was, the chauffeur covered the convertible at the baron’s demand. It was either his warm chest that put you to sleep or the purring engine. Whichever one it was, you woke up to Baron Zemo caring you up the stairs like a groom would his bride.

“Hush now, my dear,” he shushed you. “Get some sleep. We have a full day ahead of us.”

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Brothers Conflict (Passion Pink) Part 1 - Asahina Masaomi Route

I am happy to announce that I will try my best to play Brothers Conflict in Japanese! Yes, it was Christmas so I splurged and bought Diabolik Lovers, Brothers Conflict and Norn9 hahahah. Hopefully I can do this! Apparently Brothers Conflict is an easy read because it's slice of life and uses normal everyday words so let's go! Ema and her squirrel Juli huh? That's kinda cute lmao. Anyway, I know the basic premise but it's kinda crazy to have like 11 new brothers, like wow. And her squirrel talks?! I guess it's nice to have a such a reliable squirrel "parent" for Ema since it seems so capable haha. I don't blame Ema for being so nervous though haha. Oh wow, Miwa (the lady Ema's father is remarrying) is rich and nice! Hahahaha, Ema thinks Masaomi is Wataru's dad, is he that old looking?🤣 Anyway, I know it's a game so Ema has to be surprised to know all these hot guys etc are her new brothers but if this was real life and I was nervous about meeting all these brothers by myself, I would definitely hope to have seen or have a photo of them with me lmao. Anyway, lmao at Wataru giving Ema candy for accidentally hurting her when he couldn't stop his bike in time lolll, who is the little kid here?!🤣 Awww, I don't like fan clubs but I do like Iori! He seems cool and kinda knows how to handle his fangirls. Ukyo mightttt be my type, we'll see🤣 Anyway, Ema is such a considerate daughter for not wanting to intrude on her father's newlywed life and deciding to live in the Sunrise Residence with all the other brothers, I would be so scared to live with a bunch of new random siblings lol.

Is a sunflower badge a symbol to show you're a lawyer or something? That's pretty cool! Anyway, Masaomi is the eldest son?! I totally assumed Ukyo would have been the oldest haha! Guess looks are deceiving. Hahaha, Ukyo calling him "nii-san" (older brother) is a shockk🤣 I admit that Kaname's purple kimono looks pretty cool, but dang, kissing the back of Ema's hand and then saying can he kiss other places too?! That's a great way to introduce yourself... I'm so glad Ukyo hit him for doing that lol. Lmaooo I thought Kaname was going to be a fashion designer of some sort but he's actually a Buddhist priest?! Wow lol. Oooh I like Tsubaki and Azusa's looks! They're cute, are they twins? Okay yep, they are. I love them already🤣 Omggg and they're both voice actors? They're getting cooler by the second🤣 I love how friendly Tsubaki is lol. I love how just as Ukyo hits Kaname for getting out of hand, Azusa does the same for Tsubaki lol. Lmao at Ema thinking to herself whether Tsubaki is "okay" in the sense of whether there's anything wrong with him because of how he talks hahahaa. Awww Subaru seems cute, he's shy with girls even though he's a university student! OMG Tsubaki is older than Subaru? I can't tell these age differences lol!! I like Iori a lot though hahaha. Lmao I thought Iori recognised Ema's school uniform because he knew girls from there but it was actually because Yuusuke (another brother) goes there hahaha, sorry my bad Iori. Tsubaki is so slack to hide from Yuusuke that they were going to have a new sister lolll. But his reaction was funny so I can understand. I find it hilarious how Yuusuke can't handle Ema being sad over him not approving of this loll, so he had to just agree to make her happy haha. HAHAHA, when Kaname asked Ema to call him "onii-chan" LOL, like geez dude!! And then even Tsubaki joined in🤣 I like Azusa, so I'm glad there was an option to call him onii-chan loll. I think it was pretty funny how they got her to keep calling them onii-chan lmao, it was nice how she played along with them and got to enjoy having so many siblings considering that it must have been pretty lonely with just her dad and he's probably busy working a lot of the time.

Awww that's so sweet, Ema woke up early hoping to make breakfast for the brothers! She's such an awesome sister. I have to agree with Ema, Kaname exercising early in the morning is a surprise haha. I honestly thought Ukyo would be the one there...and he is! Ukyo is the one who cooks breakfast and all the meals I guess! Lmao at the cute rabbit apron he wears🤣 Ukyo best boyyy! Omg Rui is pretty, I love his hair. But I find it so funny how he's like touching her hair and Ema is like so calmly just introducing herself to him lmao. Oooh, so we have another idol brother, lmao at Ema thinking the family were fans instead of him being a brother, like what are the chances that they would all be fans of him🤣🤣 Aww Mahoko looks like a cute best friend for Ema. Sasakura (the soccer ace guy) seems pretty friendly to offer to help Ema move. I have to agree with Ema though, Masaomi in work mode is nice to watch, I always think it's so sweet to see guys so kind and patient with kids (even though I don't like kids🥲). It was so sweet how Ema so honestly told him she would have liked a doctor like him when she was a kid, Masaomi blushing at her praise was actually pretty cute lol. Awww, his pocket is full of chocolates and other stuff as rewards for the kids! It's nice that he has a whole variety of stuff like stickers and mini cars since he doesn't want to give them too many sweets. It must be so heavy though lmao.

Fuuto sleeping CG is pretty cute~ LOL did he just say Ema is cute but it seemed like she's dumb?! Well, there goes your idol dreams, Ema lol. Lmao when he said she didn't deny it and said she's an idiot, like woww, way to go Fuuto, you're definitely an ass. He's probably traumatised or annoyed with his fangirls or something. I can so relate to Ema's rage, I would want to strangle Fuuto loll. Okay, I did something wrong and didn't realise I needed to go to the aquarium with Masaomi! Lmao at Ema saying all the fish are cute lol. Blushing Masaomi is so adorable though. It was so cute how he got embarrassed for not realising that he was really close to her, and it was so cute how Ema tried to explain that she didn't hate it and that it just made her heart beat really fast😂 Aww Ema and Masaomi both like small animals. Damn, these guys are rich, do they have a villa on an island?!! I think it's really nice how they all take the time out to go on holiday with the whole family there every summer vacation though. Considering how many of them there are and how busy they are, it's good to see that they try to make the effort to bond with each other. They've even got a private beach on a part of the island, danggg. Anyway, I love how welcoming the brothers are. I agree with Iori, Ema is really admirable to even do supplementary classes to help with going to her dream university, she's working hard!

You know, considering that these guys are her "brothers", I find it funny that they're quite unreserved towards the idea of doing date-like stuff with her loll! Like with the amusement park, Masaomi held her hand to keep it warm after she got a bit freaked out with the haunted house attraction lol! I guess considering the game, I should just throw that all out of the window and just enjoy it for what it is haha. I mean, I gotta admit, it's pretty cute. I guess it's not that cute after I looked at their character profiles and realised that Masaomi is actually 31 and Ema is like 16-17? Oh well, I guess I'll ignore that too😂 Aww, Masaomi seems like such a parent, he's sad that his brothers are older now and they don't rely on him as much for stuff anymore. I guess that would be something good but also sad to see. It's interesting how the dialogue changes when you get more hearts. It's like initially, Masaomi used to be like, nah I'm not free into yeah I'm free, and now he's just like let's go lol. I think the nicest change is that he used to leave to go somewhere else after their outing, but now he goes home with her. I think something that's nice to see is Masaomi "spoiling" her, like he doesn't do anything over the top, just simple stuff like buying her a strap, holding her bags etc, but I feel like because she's always lived only with her father, and now that he has a new partner, she's even more reserved towards not wanting to trouble others, so I think Masaomi treating her sweetly is nice. I find it so sweet how he understands her so well that he knows that she would feel bad about it, so he asks her to buy snacks for everyone in exchange. I love how Ema made a whole bunch of sandwiches on their zoo date, I love little picnics~ And it's so cute how she offered to make him lunch next time since he's always so busy with work that most of the time he just buys rice balls and sandwiches from the convenience store.

I'm so excited for their trip!! Lmao, I really want to see Ema's swimsuit now, considering how Subaru was so surprised by it, he told her to wear his jacket🤣 Aww playing with fireworks at the beach with Masaomi was nicee~ I think Masaomi really gives off that great big brother vibe that will ensure she'll never feel lonely, it's really heartwarming to see. Omggg there's the option to stay overnight in Masaomi's room now!! Not that anything happened (for now) since he just helped her study and she fell asleep there~ but it was really cute to know that Masaomi keeps all the letters he gets from his current and old patients, it's sweet that his room is "messy" because of it haha. Gotta love how Masaomi took his other futon to clean so now they have to share a futon lol, like how far away is Ema's room lolll! But anyway, it's fine I guess because it's cute~ It seems like from way back when he was a kid, Masaomi was already mature and stepped up to be the big brother that would help out his parents because they're so busy. I still wonder how he survives as a doctor if he nearly faints after seeing a little bit of blood lol, but yeah it's crazy how much of Masaomi's life revolves around his family. Even him choosing to be a doctor was because he wanted something stable, good income and have useful knowledge for taking care of his family if anything were to happen so that his parents wouldn't need to worry. He's such a good child. I found it so wonderful how Ema praised Masaomi for his work saying she could really see how much his patients really trust him and see how earnest he is with his work. Can't blame him for feeling so embarrassed hahahha. Okay, I'm dying at how sweet Masaomi's lines become. Now when you ask him on a date, he's like are you sure you want to spend your precious break day with me?! Hahaha, of course we do! And now when you ring his doorbell hoping to stay over, he looks forward to Ema being the one to ring it, I love it so much🥺 I find it so cute how he's more conscious of her staying over so late now hahaha. Omggg, he just asked if it was okay to share the same futon and Ema was like sure, awww that's so cuteee, they're practically together now lol. Omggg he confessed that he liked her when he thought she fell asleep! He even kissed her on the forehead! Awww!! I wonder how Ema will react now~

Kaname really loves to flirt with Ema allll the time doesn't he lol. Subaru blushing at Ema having baked his birthday cake for him is so cuteeee. Anyway omg, does everyone actually already like her?? Even Iori said he was happy that it was because Ukyo was busy so she ended up having to bake the cake and not because she wanted to since the beginning😮 Anyway, it was so cute how Masaomi said he wanted to be the first to congratulate her when she turns 20 (since they just came back from Subaru's 20th birthday), and okay, it seems like Ema lives kinda far from the guys?? Lol, I thought it was a shared house kinda thing. Anyway, their accidental kiss seeming led up to Masaomi giving her another kiss?! I feel like my heart was beating fast like Ema's lmao. LMAO when Masaomi offered a kid to ride on his shoulders to see the dolphin show properly (he even called himself an big brother/onii-san) and the kid still calls him an uncle/oji-san hahahaha. HAHAHA, I love how Ema readied herself to have Masaomi check her with a stethoscope (she was sick) since it feels embarrassing and she raised her clothes so high, he saw her bra or something lmao. LOL, Usa-tan sounds like an amazing doll that can shoot out stationery, record, be a calculator etc, like dang lolll. Omggg that Ema had to wear bunny cosplay for the school festival cafe, lmao when Yusuke saw it and was embarrassed lol. Ohhh, there's another older brother called Natsume who moved out of the mansion! I've lost track of how many there are honestly but Natsume is pretty good-looking. I'm so glad Azusa made Natsume apologise to Ema properly for being so rude to her when he didn't know who she was and reacted badly to her calling his name so familiarly. WHAT, TRIPLETS? Them being triplets is definitely a shock to me like whaaaat omg. Once again, impressed that Miwa had so many children and looks so good. I seeee, so Tsubaki and Azusa are identical but Natsume is fraternal oooo. Anyway, I was so shocked that I forgot to say I didn't even think about a wedding ceremony so I'm glad there is one for her father and Miwa hahaha. LOL when Miwa gave Ema the bouquet and told her if she likes any of her sons, she would help them hold the ceremony, like dang, she's already decided that she wants her new "daughter" to be like a true daughter loll. Gotta love it when your parents are supportive of you marrying your step brothers lolll. Anyway, seriously though, I guess that makes it easier for them later on with no parental drama haha.

It's so cute how Masaomi gives candy to Ema as a reward all the time hahaha. Well, Ema not being the real daughter of Rintaro was unexpected... I felt sorry for her when she found out and felt that she would be all alone if her dad told her the truth properly. I feel like Ema's always tried her best to be strong on her own because her dad was always busy, but he was family and she knew he would always be there because they're tied by such bonds so it was okay even if she was sad that she couldn't see him much, so I feel like her breaking down is understandable. I thought it was really sweet how Masaomi told her that he would always be by her side so she would never be alone, and that if she's still sad after talking to her dad, she can always go to him for help. It's sad that her parents died so early in her life, but I'm glad Rintaro decided to take care of her instead of leaving her all alone in some institution. It was also nice that Ema got to hear what she needed to hear, which was that even if they're not connected by blood, Ema is still his daughter, and I think it really helped her insecurities to hear her dad properly tell her that.

Lmaooo when Ema thought Hikaru was Kaname's girlfriend😂 On the other hand, I'm not sure what to think about Tsubaki and Kaname being "moe" to little sisters lolll, but I guess at least they're quite frank and obvious about Ema totally being their type lolll. Anyway, I guess now we've seen all the brothers! I knewww Miwa was going to ask Masaomi to go to an omiai but danggg. Especially since he's the oldest brother so I guess it was to be expected in his route. Awww I love how Masaomi so honestly told the girl he had someone he liked. I legit can't wait until they both tell each other their feelings, I'm so excited!! Lmaooo, Masaomi in a Santa Claus costume looks so funny hahaha. Awww he bought Ema a Christmas present!! It's nice that Masaomi gave Ema her very own Usa-tan! Anyway, omggg Azusa and Tsubaki are sooo close, it's actually kinda cute how much they love each other haha. I loved how Ema properly thanked all the guys during the Christmas party for looking for her when she ran away after realising her dad wasn't blood related to her, and I loved how they told her it was natural since she's family. When he hugged her thanking her for always encouraging him and supporting him, it was so cuteee, I love how much Ema loves seeing the serious Masaomi that dedicates himself to saving people however he can.

Masaomi is usually so tired from work, but I love how he's always like Ema is always welcome to visit his room! I think it was especially cute when Ema was about to go back knowing that he didn't get much sleep and she woke him up, but he knew that she wouldn't randomly just come to annoy him for nothing, so thankfully he got her to not feel like she was bothering him and gave him the chocolate~ Masaomi blushing is always the cutest~ Lmaooo Ema is like a pro gamer😂 I found it so funny how Subaru and Ema just told Yusuke to pick up items because he's weak😂 Awww Masaomi was sad that Ema didn't react to the pink heart necklace he gave her through Usa-tan! To be fair he did do it in a really roundabout way so I guess it's understandable that she didn't notice it, but luckily she did lol, so now she doesn't need to misunderstand that he thinks of her as just a kid. Ohhh, I thought Masaomi was just jealous that Ema was having fun with Subaru and them, but it was actually because he thought that Ema would probably have more fun and be more happy with a guy around her age and that's why he was sad🥺 I'm so happy that they both told each other their worries and how much they enjoyed their time together. Ema definitely was more brave to say she wanted to always stay beside him though haha. Lmao at Masaomi having eaten so many sweets at that shop he bought the white day presents for Ema loll. Anyway, I didn't realise Fuuto was actually like 2 years younger than Ema, considering how arrogant he seemed, I thought he was around the same age lol. Anyway, I obviously rose the wrong stuff and didn't get the best ending LOL. I was so sad when Masaomi was like, you'll always be my sister or something and it ended, and I was like excuse meeee!? Anyway, I redid the whole thing LOL. I knew that Masaomi had to get over the blood thing if something happened to Wataru so I'm glad Ema was there to kinda wake him up to do that haha. I missed out Ema in a kimono CG!! She was so beautiful!! And omggg, their wedding and expecting a baby endings were nice~ Definitely worth me going through all that again just to see it lol.

Overall, if you can ignore the fact that Masaomi is like 30 and Ema is 17, then this route was quite nice. Well, to be fair, the whole premise is a grey area so I guess the age gap shouldn't be a problem for most who decide to try this game haha. Anyway, I really liked Masaomi. He's like the oldest brother that's super caring about his family, but also a bit childish, maybe because he's kinda like Wataru's father lol. I thought Masaomi was the one who took care of most of the brothers but Masaomi got too busy with his job so that kinda fell on Ukyo instead, which I'm looking forward to in the future! But yeah, I really loved how kind, gentle and sweet Masaomi was all the time, and I really liked how much he had that nice older brother vibe that I super dig lol. You can say, he really soothed my heart LOL, like every time I spend some time going through the route, he always makes my heart warm and makes me smile because of how kind he is, and I just really loved that. I always love how he always takes interest in his patients' interests and does his best to understand them so he can better interact with these kids and make them have an easier time in the hospital. Anyway, I'm super proud of myself that I was able to finish this route in Japanese!! I probably didn't understand 100% of it, but I think I got most of it and I'm so happy about that! I probably spent wayyy too much time on the dictionary searching for kanji but I can definitely see the progress and I'm looking forward to finishing all the routes! It's still kinda crazy to me though, like I still remember once upon a time, I really wanted to play this game and honestly hoped for a localisation one day, but now I've given up and decided to just practise my Japanese with it instead lol. It's interesting how things have come to be, but I'm excited for the rest~

#brothers conflict

[narcissasdaffodil]

Day 3: @writersmonth

Prompt: Outside

Tag list: @ariendiel @eskiix @follies-fixture @kiki-the-creator @simonsmontjoy

The outside world scared Marisol. Knowing that she would be scrutinised for her decisions, for how Quinn gave up on her so quickly. She had a new emerging relationship with Lucas, but having to stand by and watch as Quinn coupled up with Elisa, giving her a flowery and saccharine speech, hurt in a way she didn’t expect.

Flashbacks from her own speech to Quinn at the last recoupling haunted her; how she described a new belief in soulmates, and how Quinn helped her find out the real version of herself. All of that had been shattered when she had discovered Quinn had cheated on her with Elisa, leaving her a shadow of her former self.

Lucas had been kind and supportive ever since he had found her upset, and she hoped that she could be with him. She crossed her fingers, wishing for the beep of her phone. She avoided eye contact with the happy couple across from her, it still hurt to look at Quinn.

She stood up when her phone beeped and took a deep breath.

“Okay, I can do this... I never expected I’d be making this choice in a million years, but the tables do turn. I’ve had an unlucky time of it in the Villa, and love has slipped away on multiple occasions. I have had a crush on this boy since he entered the Villa, and never imagined I could be making this decision. He was a true friend when I needed someone there for me, and that is what I need. Having a solid friendship is worth more to me at the moment than anything else. It’s important to me to be with someone I can trust, and I believe I can trust him. An unexpected friendship grew from tragedy, and I’m glad to have him by my side. I hope there can be a chance for us to be together, but if there isn’t, I am happy to be his friend as long as he is by my side. The person I want to couple up with is Lucas.”

She felt herself tear up as she stood there, and Lucas made his way over, wrapping his arms around her. They sat together and she let him comfort her, nestling her head into his shoulder. She felt safe in his arms in a way she thought would only happen with Quinn, and Graham before her.

“I’m honoured that you picked me, and am glad that you trust me. I had no idea you had a crush on me, but that doesn’t matter.” He whispered in her ear, wiping her tears.

“Yeah...I stifled it the minute I saw how settled you were on Quinn. I didn’t want to be second rate yet again, so I pretended I didn’t like you like that. I thought I’d got over it, I hope it doesn’t bother you.” Marisol looked up at him, smiling softly.

Lucas shook his head in response. “It doesn’t. You definitely intrigue me. I feel lucky you picked me, even if it is a friendship couple. You deserve so much better than Quinn, and I hope I can provide that for you.”

The final couples sped by, Marisol nestling her head back onto Lucas’ shoulder and ignoring the daggers Chelsea was sending her. Your relationship with Quinn may have been destroyed. But maybe that was a good thing. She likes Noah, anyway, right? You’ve caught them having a couple secret glances before, so there must be something there. You should warn Hope, but she probably knows.

A couple of days later, it didn't surprise Marisol when she was eliminated with Lucas. She kept her composure, letting Hope hug her and help her pack. Part of her was relieved to finally be free of Quinn and the awful memories of her cheating. Avoiding the other girl was pretty difficult, they had nearly collided a couple of times.

Elisa looked content with Quinn, but something in Quinn’s eyes made Marisol think otherwise. The tall blonde was as happy as ever, but her warm grin didn’t reach her eyes. Marisol caught eyes with her for a moment, and noticed how quickly Quinn looked away, fiddling with her hands. She’s finally guilty about what she did, huh. That’s not surprising.

Eventually, she left hand in hand with Lucas. She felt tears at the backs of her eyes. It hurt to be the first couple eliminated, especially when there were multiple friendship couples there. How Quinn and Elisa were the audience favourites was shocking. It’s like they didn’t care about what she did to you.

Marisol bit her lip hard, forcing herself to keep her feelings in. She didn’t want to lose it on live TV and kept taking deep, slow breaths. She felt Lucas squeeze her hand and gave him a wavering smile.

There was a comfortable silence between them as they travelled to the hotel. Finally the mics and cameras were removed as they opened the door to their room. Marisol curled up on the bed, leaving her glasses on the bedside table.

Keeping her composure was difficult, and she finally let everything go with one breath. Her fears about going back into the outside world and proving that she was too incompetent to hold onto a relationship. She must be cursed, as Quinn discarded her like a crumpled piece of paper.

She sobbed and hid her face behind her knees, feeling Lucas sat beside her with his arm around her shoulders. The weight helped, at least she wasn’t completely alone. He rubbed her back and did his best to comfort her.

“You’re free now. You’ll never have to see her again, or any of them if you don’t want. Part of me wishes we could’ve just left after the recoupling, it felt stretched out, these last couple of days.” Lucas’ voice was soft and gentle and she grabbed onto it for something to focus on.

“No kidding. Dodging her has been difficult. I hope she doesn’t win, Hope deserves to. I don’t know what I even did to deserve this, I keep thinking I’m over it, then it explodes again and I realise I’m not. I don’t regret ending things with Graham, I just jumped onto him because he was nice to me. How pathetic. I suppose he was using me, too.” She looked up at Lucas, noticing his shifty expression.

“He definitely admitted it to us. But I wasn’t sure if you’d believe me. And you’d had so much bad luck that I didn’t want to add to it. I thought Bobby at least would’ve said something…” Lucas replied, sighing.

“No, he didn’t. I worked it out myself after I told Graham I was coupling up with Quinn and he let it slip, something about me being his ‘winning ticket’. So much for that, I’m cursed. I just want to forget all of it, to block it out. I know I’m not enough for anyone, but I want to ignore that for a bit.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that. You are enough. Want to start over?” Lucas extended a hand to her, and she took it.

“Okay, it can’t hurt. Second chances sometimes work. Let’s pretend we’re just meeting then.” She looked up, meeting his eyes. She was aware she was a splotchy mess, but noticed the smile on Lucas’ face. He seemed to see through her mess to the person beneath, and she hoped she wouldn’t need to build up the walls around her heart.

They talked into the night, eventually falling asleep. She used the fact they were in a hotel room together to catch up, and to get closer. She could put off the outside world for longer still.

#litg #love island the game #litgs2 #litg fanfic #litg marisol #marisol x lucas #lucisol #one foot in front of the other #writersmonth2021 #litg lucas #fanfic

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Mia & Marcus’s moody gray home is considered, by some, to be Stockholm’s most dreamy villa. Mia designed her dream kitchen with beautiful deep green tiles in an interesting mix of various shapes.

One or two eyebrows were raised when Mia chose the green tile. Once it was up, there was no doubt that the tile is like a jewel in the kitchen.   

A cutting machine for making meat & cheese trays stands in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Display cabinet with Mia's impressive collection of porcelain from Royal Copenhagen. The Blue fluted series is the family's everyday porcelain.

In the large kitchen you can sit on bar stools around the kitchen island and on the kitchen sofa at the large table.

When Marcus and Mia bought the house it was in need of renovation. The whole floor plan has changed, but it feels like it always looked this way.

The hall is also painted in the stone color palette, but in three equal shades of the color.

The fireplace has retained its original place in the inner hall. This space has become the couple's favorite haunt.

The home is tastefully decorated in a mix of old and new.

The inviting sofa has been around for a couple of years and was found in an antique shop. Perfect for a nap or book reading. 

I love the shape of the tub.

From the bedroom they have a fantastic view of the archipelago.  

https://www.residencemagazine.se/hemma-hos/koksdrommar-pa-saro--kika-in-hemma-hos-mia-sahlin/5370915

#swedish villa #moody decor #gray decor

[reyloyal]

Stronghold ~ a Medieval Reylo Story - chapter 8

warnings and summary- masterlist

Part II

Chinook: Capital City of the Southern Kingdom

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Try as Kylo Ren might, after all the years away from his home, after all the blood spilled by his own hand and that of his army —at the cost of sanity and love — he found that there was no joy to be had in the conquering of Bespin.

Years, the man had spent sacking smaller kingdoms as he made the slow, crawling advance towards that distant southern prize. And yet, even after defeating the troops in the ambush and killing their king, Kylo saw the sparkling city as nothing more than a reminder of the regrets and painful truths he’d acquired in getting here.

The triumphant journey into the city had been a solemn one and he found himself reflecting on it often as he walked the halls of the palace alone.

He and his soldiers had been met by the people as they'd approached the outskirts of the city. It seemed all had come to see for themselves, the king who had taken their kingdom.

The crowd lined the roadway, covering the pale green hills that led to the city. He could still remember that grey morning, and how the only sound was that of the mountain wind— its moaning howl following the dark victory parade.

From his high mount, Kylo had looked from one bleak face to the next and saw young and old alike of every status standing side by side, united in their collective hate for this one man.

He could hear their vengeful thoughts as he’d focused on one dark silent gaze, and then another. The people were like a mirror reflecting his own nature and the memory of that ride would go on haunting him for days.

On entering the castle, Kylo and his men had been met by the the former king’s small council who went to their knees without hesitation. Not out of some instant devotion to the man, but in an attempt to keep their heads.

The advisors, aides and diplomats thought it best to welcome the new king with an array of festivities to appeal to any kindness the man might have. And as the days went on, each overdone gesture became more miserable than the last.

During an evening feast, a week to the day of the usurper's arrival,  the royal court filled Ren’s newly acquired halls as they’d been told to do, but they did not want to be there, they did not love him and they never would. He’d broken the law of the land, slain men on neutral ground, and the people would not soon forget such an act.

They mourned for their true king. They wept with his wife Tendra, the former queen who Ren had so far spared. Day and night the sound of grief filled the halls with the wailing sour note of death. It clashed painfully with the efforts of the court musicians during the ridiculous festivities as a dismal reminder of King Ren’s failure.

Unable to stand the sounds of their misery he’d stopped the charade, ordering the palace emptied.

Calrissian’s family was carted away the next morning to the small island just off the coast, where they would take their villa home as a permanent residence, far from Ren.

After such an abysmal start, he’d spent nearly three months working to establish a new political and religious system similar to that of Alderaan’s thriving one.

Hux and the Knights of Ren (as the people had taken to calling them) had been very busy weeding through the noble houses, rooting out those loyal to the Calrissian reign. These devotees were separated from the ones who would pledge fealty to whatever king kept them in wealth and titles while the loyalist were stripped of theirs.

No longer duke and duchess, nor lord and lady. They were told to earn such honors under their new ruler, though it was clear to him they never would. And his harsh tactics would win him no allegiance here among such proud people.

And so, Kylo would walk the halls, looking up at the banners that sported the sigil of his order, remembering how once —what felt like a lifetime ago— he’d actually enjoyed seeing the former house-colors fall to be replaced by the black star lined in red.

He used to revel in upending their institutions replacing them with his own, but now, it felt as though the shiny veneer of his rulership had been scrubbed away, revealing the ugly fact that he had gone through and taken and replaced, just as Rey had said he would.

She’d been right and he hated her for it, or so he insisted on telling himself.

Kylo would wake with a mantra of hate in his head, directing it towards the woman for not only revealing the truth to him, but for leaving him too, and yes, he’d told her to go, even threatened her, but the pain in that awful moment after killing Lando had scared him enough that he feared what he might do, simply because he had no idea how to control it. His magic was still so new to him, and after Calrissian’s confession, he felt it raging like a brilliant red flame at his core. He could not let her stand there and become another casualty of his lifelong war.

So, he hated her, and he would tell himself the lie until it became truth. Until he no longer saw her face in the crowd, or her eyes in the lingering glances of the young women at court —until the sound of her voice stopped echoing along the halls of his memory.

In his worst moments, not even the lie could stop him from wanting her and the king would lay in bed, hoping she would come to him when no one else was there to see how devastated he truly was. He so desperately wanted to confess his mistakes to her. To make sense of the years he’d spent believing a lie that changed everything.

He would rise, restless in the dark, and go to the window begging her ghost to haunt him, to torment his black heart… she never did.

Rey was all but lost to him now.

“My liege,” Hux began timidly, one grey morning. He eyed Ren’s untouched breakfast. The king is unwell, he thought with a sigh of disappointment if not a little irritation. “I believe it would be best if I continue on here instead of returning to Alderaan at the end of the year as we’ve discussed. I know you wish to keep me at your side but I fear that things here are still… unsettled.” Armitage stood, waiting for the expected outburst, as had been the way of their interactions since they arrived months ago.

But the king just sat, slouched at his table, dark circles under his eyes as he starred out the window. He seemed to be looking for something.

He always had the distracted look of a man searching these days. Hux found it to be insulting. They’d achieved everything! And wasn’t Bespin and rulership over all twelve kingdoms what he’d been looking for…

“Can you hear me? Majesty?” He leaned a little closer wondering for a moment if the man had finally given up and succumbed to the bad humors that tainted his blood.

Ren finally nodded and looked over at Hux —his only friend. “Do you think I failed?” He asked, his face blank.

The chancellor narrowed his eyes and glared at the king. “Failed at what, my liege?”

“This …all of it.”

“Well, if you consider taking the largest kingdom outside of Alderaan without loosing more than fifty men a failure, then… yes?” He said and snorted a laugh.

Ren grumbled, shaking his head. “Thank you Hux, you may go.”

The man bowed though he stood worrying in the doorway for another minute.

He never did reach out to Snoke about the witch, as he’d come very close to doing. In the end, he hadn’t need for the high priests help with the unexpected problem. It seemed she’d slipped away after that victorious day of negotiations —though she’d taken the kings spirit with her.

Hux was relieved to be free of the woman’s presence, especially now that she would have been walking the halls of the castle, well on her way to calling herself queen. Still though, she’d left them with a husk of a man, withdrawn and hallowed out.

Hux had instead decided to ask the holy man for his advice on the matter of what to do with a broken king.

The wise old priest had since advised the chancellor that, in Rens’ fractured state, Hux would need to make choices for the man. He was to watch over him as one would a child who is a danger to himself and others. If need be, Armitage should keep the king in line until they returned to Alderaan by whatever means necessary. Snoke insisted that their very lives depended on it.

Hux wasn’t sure how far he would have to go to save Ren from himself, but looking at the pale visage of the once bold king, he felt in his soul that it would take much more than he’d been willing to admit. I do care for him, Hux thought feeling a strange sort of concern for the king, and he would hate to play a role in his fall. But if it was for the good of the empire…

Hux squared his shoulders and pressed his mouth into a line of pity and concern, watching from the shadows.

It was sad really, for a man to be so sick over a woman. First love, now heartbreak —what was he to do with a king so consumed with petty emotions.

Without answers, Hux turned to leave Ren to his misery.

Some weeks later, the king, still in this strange state, informed the chancellor that he would be going off to ride for the day. He claimed he needed to be alone and that the fresh mountain air would do him some good.

Hux scoffed at the idea knowing the man was just looking for relief from his hurting heart and —oddly enough, remorse over taking the kingdom.

Of course Ren had not said as much, but Hux could tell. There had never been a time when king Kylo Ren wasn’t pleased with a good sack; the grand prize had been easiest of all. But something was amiss. At first the chancellor could not place the kings dark mood beyond the loss of the witch, but slowly he began to see that there was more than an aching heart nagging the king.

Ren insisted on going off to ride alone, but Hux would not chance anything during these unstable times. He would take the high priests words to heart and follow his guidance.

He’d recently uncovered a surprising discovery. Apparently there was a rat in their large, beautiful nest; a little spy, whispering secrets to Snoke. Now that he knew, Hux would not miss the opportunity to use the very same tactics. This was after all for Kylo's own well-being, he told himself again and again.

So Armitage bid the king farewell wishing him a peaceful ride and bowed deeply before rising to watch the ruined man sulk down the empty corridor.

As he turned to get back to his own ever increasing load of responsibility, Hux felt a strange sensation —like a sense of doom as he had yet to experience during his time as chancellor of the king.

He dismissed the chill as no more than a morning draft coming down from the east and tugged the collar of his tunic just a bit higher.

*

Rodrick sat in his room, enjoying the completion of yet another golden sunrise on this beautiful morning in Bespin.

The capital city of Chinook had lovingly been called Cloud City by its inhabitants for years. And as the young squire looked out beyond the open balcony to the glowing sky, the illusion of being swallowed whole by the vast size of it made his senses tingle.

Cloud city indeed, he thought and smiled up at the rows of fluffy white and that deep yellow sun.

What a glorious gift the gods had given them.

Rodrick sat back in his chair feeling content in a way that most squires were rarely afforded. But his diligence in serving the king had been rewarded thanks most in part to nothing escaping the chancellor. It was Hux who recommended Ren raise the boy up, give him something to be proud of. He’d seen Rodrick’s hard work and loyalty and felt it time to advance the young man’s rise to knighthood.

Sitting at his own desk in his own splendid room, the budding swordsman grinned. He’d never been more proud, or more certain of his own greatness.

The sleeping whore in his bed stirred for a moment grabbing his attention, and he watched her (her long brown hair spread on the pillow was not quite wild enough and her eyes were just a shade too dark to look exactly like her, but she’d been the closest so far) making sure she’d fall back asleep before casting his gaze down to the letter that lay on the table before him.

If the sunrise view from his own balcony had not made the young man happy, the words addressed to him certainly had.

After hearing nothing from the high priest since he’d sent that last bit of information about Ren’s ability to control minds, he worried he’d said too much.

But, as he finished scanning the letter over, he smiled knowing that Snoke had not abandoned him yet. Now, he had the instructions he’d been waiting all this time for.

You’ve done well in your service to the order. You understand now that the king is not safe. The kingdom is not safe. You must continue to keep a close watch on him. If he should falter at all, you have the authority of this holy order and the gods to protect the kingdoms from the downfall of the king.

Dark magic is a terrible thing, to be ruled by one who possesses it, even worse.

Take great care.

Rodrick had been blessed by Snoke himself when he was named squire of the king. He would not let the man down. He would do what he must as a faithful and loyal servant of the gods and blessed order of the Sith.

He picked up his quill to write.

The events of which I wrote were not the end of it. The witch is gone, as I wrote when we arrived here. But the king has not recovered from the loss. He seems unhappy in all things. I believe he needs to devote himself to our forgiving gods for he is not the man he should be. I think, he is still bewitched and needs a holy cleansing. I am nothing but a servant, but I will do what I must to ensure the survival of our great kingdom.

Rodrick gave a firm nod to himself. Yes. The king had strayed far from his righteous path these last few months. It would be his duty to help bring him back. Through Snoke’s guidance and the power of his own faith, the ambitious squire would no longer let the king be seduced.

The knock on the door made him jump, and the whore moaned in her sleep.

“Yes?”

The door opened to reveal none other than the chancellor himself.

“My lord!” Rodrick stood at attention, bowing to the man.

Hux walked in, stiff chin held high as always and glanced over, noting the sleeping woman and her slightly familiar look… “Young squire.” He said studying the woman a little longer before turning his attention to Rodrick “I have a task for you.”

“Yes, of course my lord. How may I be of service?”

Hux looked down at the boy still in his sleeping clothes and smiled the sort of knowing, devious look that Rodrick found himself drawn to.

“It has come to my attention that you’re very skilled in keeping secrets. Please!” Hux held up his hand when Rodrick opened his mouth to defend himself “Do not bother, I know everything and I am not here to do anything other than ask for your assistance.”

Rodricks mouth clamped shut, he stood up a bit straighter, he looked into the eyes of the kings most trusted man and saw the truth and possibility for furthering himself. With a smile he bowed his head once more, slowly this time to show that he understood and was more than willing to listen.

“It would seem our king is in need of looking after. You’re discreet yes?”

”Always my Lord”

Nodding with reserved approval the chancellor paused, realizing why he’d been looking at the woman in Rodrick’s bed. Peeking sidelong at the girl, he second guessed his trust in the squire, it would seem his infatuation with not only the king but the witch as well had begun to show in, interesting, ways. But then, who better to watch over the very man this boy so clearly wanted to be like “As I said, I have an important task for you” Hux said, his voice wary though his mind was made up.

Pleased to be chosen for anything, Rodrick was nearly glowing with pride.“I am as always, the humble servant of the crown. Please tell me what it is you wish me to do”

*

Deep into the forest Kylo dismounted and walked through the bright green overgrowth to the glass lake.

This was a place of natural beauty, its clear still waters reflected the sky and clouds with the precision of a mirror and the trees surrounding it were a deep green that rose up towards the distant mountain.

Stepping onto the shore, Kylo leaned forward and watched the many small fish, easily seen as they swam over the rocks below.

Feeling at ease enough to sit, he lowered to the ground and just listened, like he’d seen Rey do when she thought he wasn’t looking.

The king knew if he was quiet, and let the sounds come to him, he could tap into the unseen river that was the magical force flowing through their worlds, connecting them.

At least he hoped that’s how it worked, as his decision to swallow his foolish pride and reach out to her had been decided this morning the moment he opened his eyes.

While his first angry thoughts were always of her, they were closely followed by a drowning sense of guilt that had plagued him daily since arriving as he knew Bespin would never be his in anything other than name.

He needed her now, and not because the damn woman still owned his heart, but because nothing was as it should be.

Kylo sighed. He needed her wisdom and her advice. He needed to hear it said in that commanding voice which scolded him so beautifully —he smiled shaking his head— she would not let him sit around feeling sorry for himself. She would tell him to focus and reach within…

He shut his eyes and tried again, but found his thoughts drifting instantly.

He’d finally let Calrissian’s words settle as truth some time ago, though it was nearly impossible to accept. Kylo saw how it all made more sense than anything Snoke had ever told him, but believing Lando did little to ease the pain that his revelation caused.

It was like loosing his father all over again.

Han Solo had never been the best, but he was better than most. And though Kylo had spent his youth wishing the man would either stay and love him, or leave for good, he’d never imagined he wouldn’t have the options.

The assassin had taken that from him.

No. Snoke, had taken that from him and denied his magic, making Ren the perfect puppet for a most cruel master.

Unable to focus he looked out across the lake and wondered when and if he would ever find the courage to tell his mother.

Another thing to regret —his loss of a relationship with her.

He shook his head angry with himself. She was the best person he’d known until Rey, even with her faults, but the division between them went deep and he was unsure of how to mend it.

Lingering thoughts of Leia brought him near tears, and he was not here for that.

Shaking off the sadness, he exhaled deeply once more and shut his eyes a final time to find Rey.

Time passed slowly as he sank deeper into the earth. An awareness of the smallest forms of life crawling in the dirt below, to the massive working lungs and heart of his horse grazing in the pasture became as clear to him as his own physical form and deepest thoughts.

As his mind flowed through time and space, he let the current move him along until at last, he felt it —a nudge in the dark.

It was like swimming through air and hitting a rock, not so hard that it hurts, but lets you know you’ve reached the shore.

“Rey”

She gasped, and he knew she could hear him.

“Please, don’t be afraid.” He begged.

He could hear her breaths, quick and light in his ear. Why couldn’t he see her?

“It seems I haven’t mastered this as you have, but please, let me know that you are there.” He sat blind, listening, waiting until finally she replied.

“I see you, king.” She answered and his heart stopped at the sound of her voice. “It seems you’ve learned enough to attempt the bond." She was quiet for a moment and he worried she'd rejected him. "You're near water, someplace calm. And yet …you’re sad. Very sad." She said, her words slow and breathy with surprise.

Ren fought the urge to open his eyes, too scared to loose the weak connection and pressed on.

“Rey, would you allow me to see your face? Just once...”

There was a long pause that kept him waiting in the dark.

“I shut the door on my past as you instructed.” She said and he could hear the tears in her voice, her anger and hurt were still so strong. “My life is no longer on the same path as yours. No. I do not permit you to see me.”

“I can not do this without you. You know that, You said you saw it clearly. Us, together on the throne.”

“That was before.”

“Before what?” He asked already knowing.

“Before you proved to be the person I refused to see. I was so blinded by the love felt for a man who existed only in my mind.”

He felt the sting in that and clenched his fists though he stayed calm.

“I didn’t know then. I see truth of it now.”

“It should not have taken Lando Calrissian’s dying words to make you see that killing him was wrong. How going back on your word so completely, was wrong. That choice was yours to make and you chose poorly.”

He felt a tear stream down his cheek though he kept his eyes shut.

She still hated him, after all this time. But of course, the wounds he’d left her with would take so much time to heal.

Still, the king longed to see her face just once. He dug in and reached, tapping into the force within, traveling through the dark and for a fleeting moment, as though a door had been flung open, Kylo saw her turn and look him in the eyes.

She was as beautiful as ever. The sight of her face, haloed by her wild brown waves and her piercing eyes of brown and green and gold was enough to make him break.

She stood, glaring at him over her shoulder, her soft mouth set in stern disdain as she judged him harshly. Her anger was stunning to see, though the vision of her was not clear.

Her face was focused but the rest was a blur, and she turned away as if frightened and hiding something from him. He pushed forward trying to understand why she would turn from him in such a way. It was not a natural thing to do, even for a woman who hated him and it sent off signals of warning.

His face twitched as his senses tingled. There was more to the eerie feeling than just Rey’s anger… he could —when he focused— feel a strong energy interfering in the connection. He was seeing her through a filter. Like their once clear window into one another’s minds had been tarnished somehow.

“Enough!” Rey shouted, yanking him from his thoughts.

And then she was gone.

Kylo felt her shut him out, violently slamming the door he’d forced open.

He brushed the tear from his face, blinking back to consciousness and sat still for a while, focused on what it was that troubled him about the encounter.

Yes it was distressing to know that she still harbored such hate. He realized quickly that he should have let the woman be -left her alone as he’d shouted at her that night… What a fool I was, he thought with the pain of emotion sharp as a rock in his throat.

Swallowing tears he had no time for, Kylo tried desperately to understand what else was wrong, but he could not place the feeling.

He’d simply wanted to plead for a chance to make amends, but instead, he’d discovered a disturbance.

The fear that took hold was crippling as he realized the only reason to feel this way would be the presence of another. Someone else with the strength to infiltrate their communications. Someone who would know that such a thing could be done in the first place and someone that would want to.

There was only one who would try, he thought, his furrowed brow casting a shadow over his eyes as he reluctantly acknowledged him.

Of course. Snoke.

*

Like a loosed arrow, the king set his horse to a furious gallop, flying across the open land, spurred on by a sense of urgency and fear for Rey.

He rode past the watchful eye of the villagers along the outskirts and scared the inhabitants of the city as his black stallion went wildly through the streets of Chinook.  The moment the pair passed the castle gates, Kylo dismounted, letting the horse ride towards the waiting stable master.

The king ignored the fearful servants as he made his way up the steps and through the halls, hoping for nothing more than to reach his rooms without being disturbed.

What would he do? He wondered, his mind racing and panicked as he went. What could be done about Snoke watching her from this impossible distance? And what new power must he have uncovered to gain the strength to do so?

Kylo stormed down the hall sending the few nobles allowed back into their apartments shuffling from his path. They hid in the shadows or pretended to converse so as not to draw his attention, all of them ignorant to the kings complete lack of concern for them.

The guards stationed at his suite opened the double doors, and he burst through the second set only to reveal Harold waiting in his dressing room.

“My liege,” He squeaked with a bow. “Forgive me sire, Hux informed me that I am to dress you for the royal audience today.”

“What?” He stepped back, scowling at the nervous servant.

Harold swallowed hard, stepping forward and bowed again. “You’re to hold a royal audience with the common folk today my liege. I am to dress you.”

Kylo blinked down at the boy, confused for a moment until the sound of Huxs’ monotone reading of his weekly schedule played in his mind and the king rolled his eyes.

Knowing it wasn’t Harold’s fault, he held in the urge to throw the page boy to the ground and instead exhaled and relaxed his shoulders.

When there was no reply, Harold dared to look up and found the king waiting, his arms out, the look on his face expressly informing the boy to get on with it.

Harold hopped to attention and quickly set about disrobing him.

With his riding clothes gone, Ren was dressed in the purposefully humble garb that would show the people he cared, or at least create the illusion.

Once finished, Harold stepped back to admire his quick work. Black layered over black as always, from the finely stitched trousers to his shirt and vest and jacket. Most shied from the lack of color, but when the king wore it he wore it with confidence.

Pleased, the page took the crown from the small silk pillow where it sat and placed it on the kings head.

The gold metal picked up the subtle thread work throughout his jacket and made the lightest flecks of color in his eyes shine. He was ready to greet the people.

“Thank you Harold.” Kylo said and the boy bowed, watching as the king who seemed a little more calm now turned and left the room.

Kylo kept his swear laden grumbling to a level only he could hear as he nodded greetings to his small council who fell into step behind him.

It seemed the threat of a mad warlock would not stop the pressing duties of the day, nor would the concerns of the people wait. They came as they always did to beg an audience before the king with their usual procession of grievances that would last hours.

Kylo entered the grand throne room, his arrival announced and a hush fell over the people.

Irritated at the disruption caused by the inescapable, the king stalked through the parted crowd.

As whispers rose to the eaves, all eyes focused on the arresting sight of the man who brought a strange sense of melancholy with him. Rumors had begun to circle that all northern men were miserable and brooding. Though the most ambitious women rose up on their toes to catch a glimpse of him as he passed, pretending to hate the man as much as the Lords and Dukes, but the flush in their cheeks and hidden smiles gave away the secret that the king was a dangerously handsome man without a wife.

As blind to the women as he was the rest of his new court, the king went through in callous silence, his mind scarce holding onto the current reality he found himself in and he quickly took his place on the throne. With a single nod he instructed Hux to begin.

Kylo sank down in the seat, it’s width and height well suited for a man his size, but it never felt quite right. He imagined it was simply the guilt that made it impossible to settle.

Resting his elbow on the wide armrest, leaning his temple to his finger tips, he forced himself to focus on the proceedings, but it was no use. As quickly as he sat, his mind was drifting off. It did not help that the grand throne room was so light and calming, it felt like sitting in a dream. The pillars and archways were carved white marble and the windows were better fit for a cathedral. They kept the space feeling open to the skies above and the paintings that hung along the walls were of Bespin’s own pastoral beauty. But on this day, there was no amount of idealized scenery that could take his mind from the events of the morning.

A farmer approached to ask the king for a release from his taxes this year due to a bad crop and Kylo waved him off, agreeing to it though he hadn’t really listened.

He could not stop worrying for her.

Since that incredible night that saw them defeat the mage together and Ren realize the truth of his power, he’d been struggling with how to deal with Snoke. Now that the man was spying on him —on her —Kylo knew something had to be done.

He still lacked proof that Snoke had been the one to take Han Solo from him, but what he did know was that years of Snoke’s deception and manipulation had left him feeling only half the man he should be and Rey had been the one to make him whole.

He would not abandon the witch now. She could continue hating him later, after he’d saved her life.

The plan for these early stages of his empire, was to stay here for a year before returning to Alderaan. But now, given this turn, he would need to leave much sooner. The only difficulty was not alerting Snoke to his departure.

Kylo sat contemplating all the ways he could go to her without simultaneously putting the woman in more danger, but it seemed there was no other way than to keep it secret.

“My liege, are you sure that’s wise?” Hux asked from below the dais. Alarmed by what sounded like a reply to his thoughts, Ren sat up, glaring down at the chancellor until he heard the farmer clear his throat.

Realizing his own paranoia -warranted or not- was making him restless. The king nodded in response to both the farmer and his own plans.

Hux gave Kylo a particularly disagreeable look from his little table where he kept a record of all the goings on. “The man has not paid for two cycles now, it seems he’s known for trying to evade the taxes.” Armitage said, reading over an old note next to the man’s name.

Ren glanced across the busy throne room and nodded. “Second chances should be afforded everyone, not just kings” He mumbled and Hux sighed but moved on, calling the next person forward.

This one wanted his title of Lord reinstated and was wiling to work with Ren to ensure it would happen. As the man droned on about his former accomplishments, Kylo began to devise a different sort of plan. Not one for his kingdom, but for her.

Never mind how reckless it all was. He knew. He was fully aware of the personal consequences he’d possibly face for going through with what he had in mind, but what choice did he have.

Send soldiers to protect her? Men she would kill before she could hear their reason for being there? Send Rodrick? The boy might have a small wealth of useless information, but he was a bit strange if not somewhat suspicious in his behavior as of late. Yes, he would be a knight and was a good swordsman, but he had a certain zealousness that Kylo could not stand and he guessed Rey would fair better on her own than with the squire fussing over her.

The king went though a quick and upsetting list of men who would only fail the woman he loved and loves still. There was no way around it, he said to himself again. To keep her safe he must go to her. She was strong, capable, even dangerous to her enemy, but she had never faced one like Snoke before and Kylo knew the priests’ capacity for evil as well as his own. Both far outweighed Rey’s connection to the dark magic she’d inherited. He must go to her and bring her back to Bespin where he could keep her safe.

The king stared into a painting of a lightning struck tree hung near the west enclave and remembered the feel of Snoke’s intrusion. Like a knife, slowly burrowing into his skull. And what else did the warlock have in mind, he wondered ignoring the eerie feeling creeping its way up his spine.

His correspondence with Snoke had been direct with little to no affection as of late and Kylo suspected the priest was aware that something had changed. He must be growing desperate to gain the upper hand— to find out exactly how much his former protege knows.

Afraid your secrets have been exposed? Kylo thought and imagined Snokes’ face during their inevitable confrontation.

“Shall we have him attend this evening highness?” Hux asked.

Kylo looked down at the men awaiting an answer and nodded with little to no idea what he’d just agreed to, but by the look of joy on the soft face of the former Lord, he’d just reinstated the mans title. With a heavy exhale, the king sat up straighter realizing he needed to put on an act. He could not make them suspicious as he’d easily decided there was nothing else to do but leave in the night, dressed as a common man.

He would ride without stopping if he could, though it would not be easy. Jakku was close to a week away, but he would take his own horse to ensure speed.

Glancing down, he watched Hux writing in his ledger.

Armitage will rule in my stead, he thought, already forming the letter he would write to the chancellor in his head. Hux was full of lofty aspirations, surely he would jump at the chance to parade around as king for a few weeks. Kylo held in a small laugh. The chancellor was a fucking nuisance but he might be of more use than the king gave him credit for.

Feeling his worry for Rey ease a bit with the prospect of seeing her soon, Ren let the anxiety filled worry give way to excitement for seeing her again. However the sense of shame for leaving took hold just as quickly. He did after all care for those he would leave behind, even if they cared nothing for him. The kingdom included. But to be a good king, he had to fix this. Hux and all the others would understand —in time.

*

In a rather surprising display, the king allowed those in attendance enjoy their dinner that night.

The musicians played. The wine and ale flowed, and the people laughed around him for the first time since they arrived.

Standing in the middle of the dining hall, watching the guests he did not know and the ones he did make drunken fools of themselves, he smiled and thought that perhaps, if she might forgive him, they could stand here together.

As Kylo put on the act of a man recovered, he heard the hushed approval for the return of the king they knew, and for a moment he was sorry to leave them.

But, when a southern priest passed by the open dinning hall and his eyes met those of the king, Kylo was reminded of why he must go. Chinook was a melting pot of religion and knowledge, so naturally the Sith held a small temple here and on hearing one of their own had taken the throne, they'd begun to make themselves known to the king. This man had been lurking about since Kylo's arrival, but he felt no kinship with the stranger, he'd not even learned the priests name.

They stood glaring at one another, and the king realized what it was about the man that set him on edge. He had the same cold stare as Snoke. That sort of animalistic detachment one might see in the eyes of a predator. Eyes just as dark and cruel had been been watching him his entire life.

“I do not like that priest.” Kylo told Hux as the chancellor approached. The two men stood in the middle of the raucous feast staring right back at the quiet man.

Hux, completely drunk on the delicious regional red laughed and shrugged. “One priest is like the next.” He said turning his back on the holy man and patting Ren’s chest “We aren’t meant to like them Ren. Just obey them. Or risk the wrath of the gods” He teased with a smile and turned to resume the night.

Distracted by his chancellors humor, Kylo eased a bit and watched Hux go off to flirt with the stunning daughter of a Duke. When the king did look back to where the priest had been, he was gone, but the feeling of always being watched and always controlled, lingered, spurring the king towards a choice that would change all their lives forever.

*

That night, dressed in his most simple shirt and pants, Kylo pulled the hood of his heavy cloak up, concealing his striking face and hair.

Mounting his horse under the cover of night, careful not to wake the stablemen, the king snuck quickly away from his own kingdom.

The feeling was surprisingly exhilarating. In leaving the city behind, he felt the spark of life returning to his cold heart. It was unexpected, but the rush of night air across his face made the man smile.

Yet as he neared the edge of Bespin’s territory, Kylo slowed his stallion, feeling a nagging sense of worry for leaving.

With a quick glance over his shoulder he took in the distant silhouette of the castle on its hill, knowing he would come back. But when, he could not say for certain. Three weeks? Maybe more. Hux would read the letter and continue leading the people as he had been for some time now, and he would do it well.

Reminded that he’d done the right thing given the unusual circumstances, Ren turned away and set his sights on the road ahead, clicking his tongue to start his horse and the journey.

“My Liege. Where are you going?”

The familiar voice echoed across the dark hills halting Ren so abruptly, he could only growl with disdain as he turned the horse to face Rodrick.

Focusing on the fully armored squire, mounted on his own horse, Ren raised his chin with curious authority “Rodrick. What are you doing here? Have you followed me?” He asked almost amused. The boy was most serious about his duties.

“It’s for your own safety my lord. Please, return to the castle with me.”

He let out a blunt laugh and cocked a brow “You should turn back.” The king kindly advised. “And I, will do as I please.” He was surprised by this strange confrontation, but perhaps he was being too hasty. He knew his squire was worried for him, as was the entire court. Still he did not take kindly to any sort of suspicion being directed towards himself and he eyed the young man curiously… “How long have you been following me?”

Rodrick looked around, clearly uncomfortable with the truth, but he cleared his throat and met Ren’s gaze.

“Long enough to know that you’re in great danger if you do not return.”

“What danger Rodrick? Tell me.”

The boys eyes narrowed as he led the horse closer. “My king, I would not speak to you this way without the blessing of a higher authority first. But in this situation, I think it best that I speak freely.”

“By all means.”

Rodrick pulled the reigns and sighed. “You’ve been tricked my king. The witch has used her power to fool you into thinking she can be trusted. I saw you… talking, to her at the water this morning.” He paused to summon his courage and began to confess. “I’ve seen it all, my liege. Everything that you can do, and every time your magic grew more powerful, it was her at your side. She can not be allowed to corrupt you any longer.”

“Corrupt me?” He wanted the squire to say aloud what Ren now understood. “And why would you think she’d done that? Who put the idea in your head Rodrick?” He asked already knowing. “You’re just a squire, you did not come to this conclusion on your own…”

The boy winced at Rens insult but cleared his throat. “I can not let you go.” He insisted.

“You have no command over me.” The king replied in his calm way that set people on edge, even those that had been on the road with him since the very beginning. Rodrick’s nervous energy could be felt from where Ren sat. “There have never been orders like that given to a squire. And there never will be.”

“But you see, there were.” He answered, his eyes flitting up to meet Ren’s.

“And who gave you such an order?”

“The high priest, and the lord chancellor my liege.”

Ren rolled his eyes shut with the irritation. Snoke would be dealt with accordingly and in due time. But he felt sure that Hux was simply being Hux. So the king dismissed the aspiring knight.

“Go back.” He said wishing to put this behind them “There is no need for you here.”

“I can not do that my liege.” Rodrick insisted, and his tone held an edge of warning that Ren had never heard from him before. A spark of anger made the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

“You dare defy me? Go back,”

“I can not. I must protect you my king, it is my duty. The gods have entrusted me with a most holy mission.”

“Fuck the gods and fuck your holy mission. Do as I say and go back. Do not let them command you to your death.” Ren was appalled, he could not begin to understand how he’d missed this. His squire was clearly delusional.

“Where are you going?” Rodrick asked, his voice high with suspicion.

“What?” Ren laughed in disbelief. “Do not push me squire! You have served at my side since we left Alderaan…it would pain me to loose you now.” He warned.

However, instead of hanging his head and returning home as the king had expected, the boy reached his shaking hand and slowly drew his sword.

A wave of shock and betrayal rushed over the king.

“I act on the authority of the chancellor and his holiness the high priest Snoke.” Rodrick declared and began an approach.

Snoke, you fucking snake, Kylo sighed slowly. You'd take us all down just to rule over the ashes... With a deep groan, his eyes fixed on Rodrick, Kylo forced himself to speak. “Turn back!” He ordered not wanting to draw his own weapon, but the boy would not listen. He was blind to reason, having been fooled by the priest just as Kylo had been.

Is this what his devotion looked like? The King pulled a face as he wondered, somewhat disturbed to see Rodrick coming for him with wild eyes and the delusion of holy power behind his advance.

“Rodrick. Please.” He tried once, truly not wanting this to be his last moment in Bespin. But the boy was closing in and he could not let his own squire kill him out of a sense of pity. The damned fool was beyond pleading, so, it was with great disappointment and anger that Ren raised his hand.

It was odd for him not to reach for his sword, he noted, but something spoke to him —just as it had before.

The force told him what to do, and he simply listened.

The king focused and propelled his magic forward and grabbed.

Immediately, Rodrick dropped his own sword and clutched at his throat, his horse continuing to carrying him towards Ren with his eyes bulging and mouth open, desperate for air.

The king jerked his hand forward squeezing the neck of Snoke’s spy. He would silence the boy and send a message to the priest in the form of his death.

“Please!” Rodrick croaked as his horse came nose to nose with Ren’s. The king ignored him, holding him tight with that glorious, unseen power. His gloved hand curved with the imagined feel of Rodricks neck in his grasp, his anger raging.

It was insulting that these would be allies could conspire behind his back and think he would never find out. And for what? He wondered as he felt the boys strength giving out. To subdue him? Keep him from Rey? Take his own kingdom out from under him? Snoke and Hux might continue to work together, but they would do so with the fear of Rens’ retribution keeping them awake at night.

When the bones of Rodrick’s neck snapped under the pressure, the king let go, and the squire’s body fell from the saddle with a heavy thud.

He sat starring at the body of the boy who had fought along side him just as well as he’d helped Kylo with the trivial tasks that a squire must.

The mundane chores of life had been Rodricks crowning glory and Ren realized he’d taken The boy for granted. Had he been aware of his own squires true nature, the king could have placed Rodrick in a position more in line with his abilities. Unfortunately Snoke had seen his potential first and capitalized on it.

Kylo wondered what exactly the boy had told the priest and rightfully assumed the answer was everything.

With that he grunted resignation and dismounted.

Crouching down, Ren looked on the face of horror made by the boy he thought he knew. Poor, stupid Rodrick.

Quickly lifting the squire and with some effort, Kylo pulled him over his shoulders and started for the woods.

In time, he found a place to toss the body that would give him that precious head start needed to stay away from his own men.

This was still his kingdom, but it was clear that they did not trust him to lead it without the use of spies and secrets.

Fuck them all, the king said to himself and looked to the castle one last time as he came out of the woods to mount up again.

This day would mark the end of the young king as a war hammer, swung by the long arm of a false holy man.

He once said that his enemy was his enemy, he’d been wrong about who it was that night, but he would not make the same mistake twice.

He would go now, he would ride to Rey, reaching her before Snoke did. He must —for the first time— leave his life behind for the sake of another.

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