#she wont shut up about rourke

[katie-knightoc]

“Oh man. That guy is so far gone on you, Kate,” Luca teased, busting her eyeing the very pert backside of the man who just kissed her breathless as he walked away. “He’s so, so gone.”

She flushed, ducking her head to hide the burn across her cheeks with her dark hair. “I don’t know,” she said with a self-conscious laugh. In spite of it, her chest filled with warmth because Luca wasn’t far wrong. If Rourke really wasn’t as fond of her as he seemed, then he was one hell of an actor. “Maybe.”

Luca met her gaze, eyebrows up and grinning madly.

“Oh, like you can talk,” she huffed back pointedly, trying to shift the conversation back to Luca’s favourite subject in an effort to hide her own embarassment. “Ryan made goo goo eyes at you all night at dinner.”

“That’s because I was giving him a handie under the table,” Luca quipped back dismissively. They both laughed even as Kate’s cheeks went pinker at the thought. Luca’s lack of shame lately was sometimes surprising. Kate didn’t recall him having such an open attitude to sex, but she supposed the pilot had a lot to do with that.

It seemed there was something in the water here, or maybe it was just the magnetic pull of the O’Riain bloodline that was changing her opinions too. Because lately, she had looked at herself in the mirror and seen a woman she didn’t recognize. Someone who was bruised beautifully with perfectly shaped love bites, swollen lips and a heavy lidded gaze because she had been turned completely boneless by a pair of incredibly talented hands.

Now, she was missing those hands. Already craving his lips. Rourke had slipped between her legs early in the morning - long before the sky turned orange – to claim her. Shifting her legs over his shoulders and huffing warm breath and soft kisses along her core until he had drawn her out of sleep. And then, when she had been fully awake, he’d started on her in earnest- lapping, sucking, fucking her with his tongue until she could barely take anymore and she pulled him up to find his face shiny and wet from her juices.

It was filthy but she loved to grip his hair and kiss the taste of herself from his mouth.

“Katie,” he had groaned and the sound was music to her ears. “My girl...”

“I need you,” she’d whispered back and that was all it took for Rourke to snap and lose all control. He’d fucked her so hard she saw stars, her throat became hoarse from screaming and her body ached from trying to force him as deep as possible. Luca had whispered to her once, eyes alight over cups of Devonshire tea in the local village teahouse during one of their exploratory ventures beyond the estate, of how it felt like he couldn’t ever get enough, couldn’t ever feel close enough. Like he could crack open Ryan’s chest and crawl inside and he would still crave more, that he was restless and unsettled unless they were joined.

She understood that need now. That fierce desire to meld into the other person. She wanted it so badly with Rourke and every step he took away from her felt like physical pain.

She was in love with him. That much was clear. Even not knowing what he did, what he was other than a vague unease when she saw him slip into the dark and return with bruised knuckles and blood on his boots. That alone should terrify her but she knew she was nothing but safe in his arms.

She looked towards the door he had disappeared through and Luca gave her a knowing smirk.

“Go,” he said easily. “If you hurry, you’ll catch him before he makes it out of the gate.”

Kate didn’t need to be told twice.

#idk she was just loud #she wont shut up about rourke

[the-ever-humming-girl]

Atlantis: Edvard Munch

     It was late-September and barely autumn. There was a slight chill in the air and the trees had only just began to turn. Overhead, dark clouds scudded across the sky and the wind picked up. Rain was coming. There was a flash of lightning and Rourke counted thirty seconds of silence before the crack of thunder echoed over the countryside. He could remain outdoors for a few more minutes at least.

    He stood on the terrace behind Whitmore manor and stared out across the expansive grounds and gardens. Someday quite soon he’d have enough money to buy his own mansion. He felt a thrill of anticipation. The long-awaited expedition was taking place soon. Most of the crew had been hired over a year ago and the Ulysses was nearly finished.  Only a couple of loose ends remained one of which was snagging Thaddeus’s idiot grandson to decipher the journal. He’d never met him, but he’d known Thaddeus a while and that gave him a fairly good idea of what the kid would be like. It was all about the upbringing. Thaddeus had been an idealistic idiot so it stood to reason that his grandson would be one to. The apple never fell far from the tree.

    Rourke sipped his scotch. He’d been waiting for the right time to speak with Helga and had asked Whitmore when she was available. He wanted to catch her at the end of the week when she was tired and would have her guard lowered.

     Helga was the other loose end. She still hadn’t committed to the position of lieutenant, and Whitmore, patient man that he was, wanted to get someone else in for the job. Rourke wouldn’t have it. He’d known her since she was seventeen and he flat out refused to have a stranger as his second in command. If things went wrong, as they were wont to do, she was the one he wanted by his side. She hadn’t committed yet, but she would. It was simply a matter of manipulation. Helga liked to think she made her own choices, but he’d had more of a hand in her life than she realized, and he wasn’t about to let her go so easily. All it would take was the right comment at the right time and she’d give in. Her fatal flaw was she cared too much, and Rourke had been exploiting it for years.

    The first drops came a few seconds later and fell rapidly, dampening his coat. Maybe it was time to head back inside, he though as the rain began to fall harder. He turned, his hand already on the door lever when from somewhere in the growing darkness behind him there came a sound that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was a long-drawn-out howl and it echoed over the empty grounds long after it had died away.

    He froze and turned back, scanning the far-off tree line. The wind of the approaching storm whipped trees and shrubs but there was no movement of human or animal that he could see. Pull yourself together, man. He thought, disgusted at being so easily rattled. It’s only an animal. Only that hadn’t sounded like any owl or fox he’d ever heard. It had sounded like a woman.

    The sound came again, more chilling than before.

    And suddenly he was a small boy, sitting on Grandmother O’Rourke’s lap as she whispered stories of the old country in his ear. Stories that included the banshee. How she followed certain Irish families and what her wail heralded.

    His grandmother had been an O’Rourke until the day she died, refusing to modify her surname the way that immigration official had done because he hadn’t wanted to bother writing an extra letter on his form.

    “Now you listen to me, boy,” she’d say, grasping his shoulders in her bony hands. “The O’Rourke’s are an ancient and noble family. We have the blood of lords and kings in us. Never forget where you come from and never forget that even lords and kings fear the banshee and her wail. Death comes for us all in the end.”

    Looking back, he realized she couldn’t have been much older than he was now though she’d seemed ancient to his young eyes. She’d been a superstitious woman, his grandmother. Something he was not. He didn’t care about those stories. It wasn’t where he came from that mattered, it was where he was going. And belief in an ancient presence that foretold death was asinine. Rourke didn’t believe in anything he couldn’t see with his own eyes. He wasn’t a scared, impressionable child and hadn’t been for a long time.

    He though of his grandmother and how she had claimed to hear the banshee herself. “I’ve heard her.” He could hear the whispered words clearly even now. “I’m not long for this world, mark me.” She’d been dead two days later. Fallen down the stairs and broken her neck. Of course, it had been a coincidence. His grandmother had thought she’d die, and she had. She’d brought it on herself.

    Rourke however planned on living a while yet. He hadn’t schemed and manipulated his way through life only to have it end. No, Lyle Tiberius Rourke still had many years left and he was going to take full advantage of them.

    Darkness had fallen completely now and out of that darkness the cry echoed a third time. Rourke set his jaw and turned, stepping back inside. It was an animal, nothing more. He told himself as he shut the door behind him, the sound of that final cry ringing in his ears.

#30 days of writing prompts #atlantis: the lost empire #rourke #helga sinclair #and the world goes 'round #my fanfics #fanfiction.net #ao3

[princessxtopgun]

This is following the Rourke ending, when mc (Ellie) is romancing Jake.

Im still taking in the world, his world. Emperor Rourke? This is what he made. I lay still, in bed, wondering if this was the right thing. I toss and turn all night, I should of just sacrificed myself. I’m a little bitch, I let Rourke have his world so I could stay alive? What kind of person am I? I start softly sobbing, Zahra opens your door,

“Hey, can you shut it? I’m trying to sleep.” She says

“I-I’m sorry. *sniff* I... I-I just don’t know...” But I can’t control this. I burst out crying, sobbing my brains out.

“Woah, what happened?” She sounds still like the Zahra, but I feel a tingle of empathy in her voice. But I can’t stop sobbing.

“Well, I’m not sleeping anytime soon with this, so *sigh* do you want some ice cream or something?” She pauses, “I normally don’t do stuff like this, but I feel like I’ve known you for a long time. Deja vu is weird.”

“W-well... Is Rourke... Watching us?”

“No, you dummy. Didn’t I tell you I took the cameras down? But don’t go snitching to him.” I’m suprised she even trusts me with this, she’s a lot more trusting then when I was with her.

“Well... I-if I told you you’d never be-believe me.” I keep sobbing, I just can’t stop. All I want is for Jake to hold me, like he did, and ruffle my hair and call me Princess.

“I’ve got a lot of time. I’ve been drinking RourkeJuice for a hot minute.”

I tell her everything. All the adventures we went on, when she was with Craig, everything.

“Woah. That’s... wow.” She stands there for a second, not sure what to say.

“That... that sounds like what I would do. But me, with that Craig guy? No way. But seriously, that’s insane. How did you even come up with this? Even the part where the Vaanti were like people? You should definitely enter in the RourkeBook contest.”

“What’s... the RourkeBook contest?”

“You have to write a story, and then if Rourke picks it he can fufill your greatest wish.” She says, “You know literally nothing, everyone tries to write the perfect book, but only one person wins. They always wish to work with him, but I’d ask for like; mind control. That’d be cool.”

I figure it’s a lost cause. But greatest wish? All I can think about is Jake. I can see him again.

I sit up in my bed, “Out. I have a book to write.”

I spend weeks spilling all my memories of La Huerta into the document. A month goes by, and it’s time to submit the book.

I title it, Endless Summer

After 2 months, Rourke is about to announce the winner. I sit in front of the RourkeTube live, and sit through as he lists the honorable mentions.

“And in first place, the winner of RourkeBook 2020... is Ellie Taylor!”

I sit there, I can’t even move my mouth.

“Holy shit, you won! Great job man!” Zahra gives me a fist bump, but I just start jumping up and squealing. I’m going to see him. Jake. My top gun.

“Ms. Ellie, please come to Rourke headquarters to meet me! Thank you, everyone for entering in RourkeBook!” Rourkes face disapeers, and I run to my RourkeMobile. Honestly, I’m sick of everything having Rourke in front of it.

I arrive at the headquarters, and show the robot receptionist my badge. “Affirmative. Please go enter the first room up the spiral staircase.”

I run up the stairs, and I open the door. I see him, Rourke, standing there in clothes that make him look like a saint. But I know the truth.

“Rourke.” I say.

“To you it’s Emperor Rourke. But I’ll make an exception. Now what are we going to do about this novel you’ve written.”

All I can think about is Jake, and also splitting Rourkes head open. “I’m not going to say anything. All I want is to see him. Jake. Jake McKenzie.”

“Hmm. That’s an odd request, to see a delinquent. Not to work with he himself, Rourke?” I roll my eyes.

“No. I’m not going to say anything. It’s too late for that. You’ve won, but all the people I care about are safe. I know you have him, you can put me in prison with him, but I need to see him. Please, Rourke!” I start crying. “I’ll do a-anything... J-just please let me see him...”

“Fine. But I’m warning you, he has very little memory of what happened on La Huerta. You will not tell him any of the events. If he asks about it, say you know only what he knows. Nothing more, or I erase his mind and turn him into one of my pilots. You will meet with him in one week, and we will discuss what happens after that. Understood?”

I start jumping and shaking my head, “Yes! Yes! I’ll do whatever! Bye! I’ll see you in a-”

“Not so fast, you don’t know where you’re going. You are meeting me at these coordinates.” He gives you a piece of paper. “You may go.”

I run out, and sprint up to my dorm. Zahra is there waiting.

“So, what’d you pick? Like flying or something? Not to work for him?” She looks at me expectantly.

“Well... you remember Jake from Endless Summer?”

“Yeah? That guy you were in love with? It was real sappy.” She says, “So, what did you pick?”

“Well, that Jake was Jake McKenzie.”

“Jake McKenzie as in... Jake McKenzie and Mike Darwin, the pilots that deserted?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s that got to do with your wish?”

“Like I said, that happened. In real life. Before Rourke took it from me. I’m seeing him.”

Zahra stands there, shocked. “You can have anything... and you wished to see some guy? Some pilot? You’re insane, you know that. You’re insane.”

She starts to look angry. “I would of killed for that. I would’ve done anything for that. A wish for anything? AND YOU WASTE IT ON SOME GUY? A GUY WHO WONT EVEN REMEMBER YOU?” She storms off.

I still don’t regret this. I clutch the one picture of me and him, the one Diego took on that rusty Polaroid when we were handfasted.

A few days go by, and Zahra comes up to me.

“I’m, sorry about what I did there... uh... it was really rude. I guess it’s your wish.” She rolls her eyes. “Okay I’m not doing the sappy stuff. I made this, it looks like a little necklace, but when you press the charm, Rourkes cameras won’t be able to hear or see you. And yes, I’m sure it works. Rourke wanted me to work with him but then I said I wanted to be ‘a normal member of society’ who would believe that? Apparently him.”

I’m driving to the coordinates. I’m wearing the same outfit as when we first met, along with Zahras necklace.

“Hello, Ellie. He’s in the 1st cell you’ll see. And remember what we talked about.” Rourke waves me in. I take a deep breath, and open the door.

Jake doesn’t even bother to look up. “I’m Jake, I’m a criminal, blah blah blah. Stop sending your therapy people in, alright?” He turns around, and he freezes in place.

“Wait... The hell- no, it’s not...” he looks down and I run up to him.

“Jake...” I say with a hopeful expression, and can’t help but smile. I can’t take it anymore, and I run an inch from his face.

“Woah, Princess-” And he looks like he’s having a flashback.

“You-you’re... You’re her! You’re Princess!” He smiles, but is still unsure.

“I, well I am. And you’re top gun.” I smile so brightly, I feel like my face is about to explode.

“I... I have dreams about you... and visions, and I... I have this weird memory...” He shakes his head and laughs.

“But I think your real name is...” He takes a minute to think.

“Ellie! Your name is Ellie!” He looks so happy, I just want to tell him everything. I press the hidden button on my necklace, and I feel the cameras buzz go dead.

“Hey, that buzzing was so annoying! Thanks-“

I take out the crumpled picture from my pocket, and smooth it. “This was us, when we had our New Year’s Eve party. We kissed at midnight, and you looked really hot, and then when you came down the big staircase, I said ‘Did you see the really hot guy come down the staircase? And then you said-”

“No, I was distracted by someone waiting at the bottom.” I stare at him, shocked. He remembered! He remembered this!

“And then I changed into this dress and you said-“

“You just had to one-up me, didn’t ya.”

“You know it!”

“Well played. Pretty sure I still win though.”

“Really. How do you figure that.”

“Because I get to look at you.” He smiles, just like you remember. He remembers it. This isn’t some crazy dream, this is your life.

We stare into each others eyes, and I grab his hand, and I get flashbacks of everything. Everything, nothing less. I see he saw everything too. Then we start passionately kissing. He takes a breath and takes a second to look at you. “I remember when we got married. It was on the same day as all the other blue guys and Diego. I always remembered that. And you just looked so beautiful, and then the time people sent us to the pirate ship. And we went in the lookout tower, and... It cuts off at that. I would have that dream every other day, and on the other days, I would see you fall out of a helicopter. One that I was flying. I saw you fall...” He rests his head in his hands. “Then I saw all this stuff... when you kissed me, it was like I already knew. But the truth is... Rourkes evil. We know that-” but he gets cut off by you kissing him, passionately, intensely.

“I love you, Princess.” He says. Just words. But those words mean so much. More than anything. You keep going until you almost pass out. You collapse onto the metal table . You relieve everything from La Huerta with him, and then you hear the buzzing start.

“But you can’t tell anyone that I told you anything.” You whisper.

You give him another kiss, and you realize you’ve been in there with him for 15 hours. Rourke is waiting for you outside.

“Alright, I felt bad that you didn’t have a lot of time with your, should I say soulmate? So I’ll make a deal. But you’re going to have to think.” Rourke says.

Thanks for reading! I’ll be making a part 2 soon!

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