#the countess is not needed here fuck her

[tagidearte]

The brain rot is so massive I'm now considering a fire watchtower au set in France, either late XX century or on the first half of the 2000s. Where vampires are of course still a thing. Mizrak takes the job as a fire watcher for summer after a conflict within his church, following Emmanuel's advice to get away for a bit. Olrox is already there working for reasons I won't share in case I ever write this. They are separated by miles, of course, their towers spread apart as they start talking in the evenings before the sun sets using walkie talkies (Olrox is on night shift, of course). Job related convos that quickly get personal. Mizrak the fools starts getting attached, maybe out of loneliness over rarely seeing other people (except the ocasional hikers or the park ranger, who would be Annette in this AU), maybe out of other desires. Olrox irks him, yet there's a weird pull in there, something he can't quite describe. Annoying as much as it is comforting. A voice, nothing else, yet what a voice it is. He wonders what body it is attached to. He starts losing focus doing prayer, ears always alert for the static of the device, the call of his name. He pretends it's because he doesn't want to be distracted in case a fire starts spreading.

Of course they have walkie talkie sex at some point before ever seeing each other, too. Long talks as well, because the show barely has them interacting yet I think their chats would be oh so fun to write.

But of course, vampires still exist. Mizrak slowly notices there are weird things happening in the forest. Something is not quite right, not quite normal. Eventually, he figures out Olrox is not quite right either.

Castlevania Nocturne is such a short show. Why am I wanting to write such a character heavy fanfic when we barely know these men's backgrounds.

#mizrak #olrox #mizrox #I spent one hour today looking at fire watchers in france #some info is so hard to come by #so I'll just do some reality bending #thinking of either Landres or Orléans #The walkie talkie devil's tango would bang #also I was raised chatolic and forced to attend all that bs so #writing mizrak with a modern view on his faith rather than the xviii one would come oh so easy #I want ranger Annette so much too #the rest of the gang would be somewhat in too #but not working there #mizrak would ocasionally talk on the phone with emmanuel or tera #but that's it #olrox wouldn't be washed of his wrongs though julia would still be quite gone here #I'd probably get rid of the countess and just keep droltaaa though #the countess is not needed here fuck her #my beloved edgy vampire queen can stay though and still be evil and funny

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 14: You're All I'm Dreaming Of

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Soldier Boy POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter fourteen of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: References to sex, Mentions of sex (not really explicit), Self-detrimental thoughts, Cursing, Drinking/Snorting Drugs, Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC, Soldier Boy is really all you need as a warning.

Note: This is told from Soldier Boy's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

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Previously:

"Y/f/n Y/l/n?" The dark haired man asks, an accent tilting the ends of his words.

"Who's asking?"

He pulls out a badge, holding it up to the peep hole. "I'm Agent Butcher, this is Agent Campbell. We’re from the CIA, here to ask you a couple of questions about Soldier Boy."

You open the door to look at them. "The rapper?"

"What?" Agent Butcher looks confused.

"The rapper? Soulja Boy-" You arch a brow feigning confusion. "Because honestly I don't understand why the CIA would be asking me about that."

“No.” Agent Butcher holds up a photo.

You keep your face impassive. It’s a photo of Ben and you at a movie premiere the week before he left to go to Nicaragua.

“You’re here to talk to me about my mom?” You flit your eyes back to the two men standing in the doorway, easily slipping into the lie that you and Legend invented.

“Your mom?” Agent Campbell looks confused.

“Yeah. Indigo. Who did you think I meant?" You ask.

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Present Day

*Soldier Boy POV*

The longer Ben sat in the motel room the more he thought of you. It wasn’t unusual. Ben was always thinking of you, even before he fucked everything up and before you two became supes, Ben rarely thought about anyone else. He hated that he did that, hated that you were always on his mind because he believed that he shouldn’t care about you as much as he did. Because why would you want someone like him? He was a fuck up before and after the serum and you deserved better. You always had deserved better.

When his cage had finally opened your name had been on his lips. He was ready to see you again, tell you how sorry he was, and how much he loved you. He hoped that it was you finally coming to take him away, but it wasn’t.

Y/n said she never wanted to see you again. Of course it wasn’t her.

He sighs and takes a bite of cheeseburger. His first one in 40 years, that the British fuck had gotten him, but it tastes like sandpaper, because he can't focus on anything but you.

"Well we know a few of your old team members are already dead." Butcher breezes pacing in the dingy motel room. "Countess, Gunpowder, Indigo-"

Ben reaches for his knife to grind up the oxy on the table in front of him, hoping that the pills will bring more relief than the whiskey.

It had been three days since he got out of Russia. Two since he visited Legend, when Legend told him that you were dead and Ben threw Legend's red armchair through the window of his apartment.

When Legend said it, Ben couldn't breathe, couldn't grasp that you were really gone. He didn't want to believe it.

You were all he thought the past 40 years, you were the only reason why he wanted to get the fuck out of Russia. He hated himself for what he had done, felt that he deserved the torture, but it was nothing compared to how he had tortured himself over the years.

The last thing he said to you often replayed in his mind and the way you looked when he said it burned against his eyes at night. He hadn't meant to hurt you, he didn't want to hurt you, never did. You were his oldest friend, the only person he knew that could be honest with him, call him out on all his shit, the only person who knew the real him, and the only person he could trust to be the voice of reason when he lost his temper.

And he threw you away like you meant nothing to him, when you were the only person who meant everything, the one person that he actually gave a fuck about.

Ben thought about your last night together often, remembered the dinner in the little restaurant when you wore a dress the color of his suit and looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen you as you danced to the song that always made him think of you. Remembered how he felt when he finally took you to bed, how each time you cried out his name it made him feel proud that it was him making you feel that way, that you wanted him as much as he had wanted you for so long.

Of course, then the memory of the next morning broke in his mind. When he woke up before you and held you closer than he'd held anyone else, slowly stroking your back and watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept and allowing himself to feel at peace. He couldn’t stop smiling in that moment because you genuinely wanted him to hold you close to him. When he woke up with you in his arms when you were children he feared that you wouldn’t want him to hold you, so he always pulled away, afraid of the rejection. He felt rejection from his father, but Ben knew that if you ever rejected him he wouldn't recover.

And then I rejected her, like a dumb fuck.

Ben was not a cuddler, he didn't think it was manly, but being there with you the morning after was different, and he believed he could have laid there for eternity listening to the soft beat of your heart where you rested against his chest and watch the gentle rise and fall of your body as you breathed. He had trailed his fingers along your spine as you laid on his chest, happy for the first time in his life.

When you told him that you loved him, he had been stunned. He remembered the soft blush of your cheeks and wide smile as you said it. He had wanted to say it back, to hear you say it once more, and to make love to you again while he said it- because he knew that’s what you had done together. He had fucked a lot of women, but that night with you was different, he cared how you felt, wanted it to be good for you, wanted to be everything you needed.

But the thought of you loving him scared him.

As much as it made him a pussy, Ben understood that it scared him.

You shouldn't love him because he didn't think that he could be what you wanted, that after all these years he couldn't be enough for you, and he believed that he shouldn't care for anyone as much as he did for you, because that meant weakness. That meant that every time you were on a mission together he would have to worry about you more than anything else. And Soldier Boy couldn't be weak.

So he pushed you away and ran to Countess. Ben's jaw tightens.

The psychotic bitch that sold me out. 

It had surprised him, how recently she had died. Butcher hadn't taken responsibility for it as he had for Gunpowder, which made Ben curious as to who had done it.

"Are you sure that Indigo is dead?" Ben asks taking another bite of the hamburger, but it still tastes like nothing.

He wondered if that was because you were gone and then wondered if he'd ever be able to taste anything ever again.

"What?" Hughie looks up from his bag of food. "Why would you think that?"

"Countess. Y/n hated her." Ben takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey on the table to try and dissipate some of the sadness he felt when he thought of you being gone. "Who told you that y/n was dead?"

"Her daughter." Hughie answers.

Ben freezes, his muscles tightening as a sickening feeling rises in the pit of his stomach. "She-she had a kid?" The thought made jealousy burn in his chest. Someone else had loved you, someone else had been man enough to say the thing that kept him up at night.

Of course she had a kid. She said she wanted a family. I was just too fucking stupid and couldn't admit that I wanted to give her that, to give her anything she wanted because I fucking love her. Did I really think she was going to wait for me? After everything I did to her? After everything I said? 

"Yeah-" Butcher shrugs. "Spitting image of her."

"She looks like her?" The thought of seeing you smile again makes something stir in his chest.

But it wouldn't be y/n. Ben reasons to himself. Because she’s gone.

His hand tightens on the bottle of whiskey and he’s surprised it doesn’t shatter in his hand as a wave of sadness comes over him. The memory of you and him at Fairmount Park, when you painted him briefly flashes across his mind and he allows himself to bask in your smile for a few fleeting moments before it’s gone. It makes him feel like he’d taken a knife to the chest at the thought that he’d never see it again and never hear you laugh.

"Yeah. Calls herself the same thing." Butcher continues.

"I want to meet her." Ben states taking one last drag of whiskey from the bottle.

"What?" Hughie chokes on his food.

Ben stands up. "I want to meet her. Where is she?"

"Oi, I don't think that's a good idea. She didn't really seem too keen on seeing you-"

"What do you mean?" Ben spits back, eyes narrowing.

Hughie shifts in his seat uncomfortably and Ben can hear Hughie's heartbeat quicken in fear.

"Don't be a pussy and just tell me." Ben snaps, becoming angry.

"She didn't want to talk too much about her mom. But she did mention how upset her mom was with you." Hughie states.

Ben felt the memories of the past creep up on him again.

Of course she was upset.

He remembered how broken you had looked the night you caught him and Countess. The look on your face forever sealed in his memory. He’d never seen you look so small. Honestly he was surprised that you hadn’t killed Countess that night. If he had walked in on anybody fucking you after the night you shared together, he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from killing them.

Because you were his.

He thinks about Howard briefly. Ben had almost killed him before you were supes when he called you his at the dance. It was also difficult to walk away when Howard hurt you.

Ben’s thoughts drift back to Countess. Her body had been burned beyond recognition, but her head was no longer attached. It would have taken an extreme amount of force for someone to do that.

Could she still be alive?

Ben thought about your ability. He was the only one who knew what it really was, that you didn't just come back from the dead, that your body was able to take the power of any supe that killed you. It made you incredibly indestructible, more invulnerable than him, even though he didn't want to admit that. He liked the thought that he was stronger than you because it meant that you needed him to protect you. He liked the thought that you needed him.

The day you both figured it out momentarily dances across his mind, making him tighten his jaw.

He remembered the sound of the gun and how you immediately pushed him out of the way to take the bullet for him, because you didn't know he was bulletproof and your gut reaction was to protect him.

Ben remembered how he held you when you took your last breath, watched the fear and pain in your eyes, mirrored in his own body at the thought of losing you, of trying to exist in a world where you weren't there. It was how he felt now.

Purposeless.

He remembered the broken feeling that rose in his chest when he heard your heart beat for the last time and how he begged internally for you to come back to him, because he didn't want to live if it meant losing you. He remembered gently brushing your hair back from your face as relief swelled in his chest when you came back and he clung to you like you had been gone a millennia. Of course after he had yelled at you for being so stupid, for putting yourself in that situation, tried to act like he didn't care as much as he did, but you'd only yelled back and refused to listen to him.

She was just so damn stubborn all the time.

"I don't care. I want to talk to her." Ben grabs the black leather coat that Butcher brought him and changes into a dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Take me to her."

Butcher rolls his eyes. "Well, she did call the other day and say that she had some information for me." Butcher shrugs. "Let's go."

"But-" Hughie interjects.

"Oi Hughie. Calm down."

"She lost her mother. I don't think she wants any reminders of that."

"I promise I'll be gentle, cupcake." Ben rolls his eyes and pushes past Hughie to the door, the thought of seeing you again or just someone who shared your face enough to make him feel something for the first time in forty years.

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"Oi, Y/n you in there." Butcher presses the call button on the outside wall of the brick apartment building.

Ben looks up and down the street, noting the people who are walking down the cracked sidewalks. It was weird to be back in New York, to be in a city that he lived in for so long and feel out of place. Hughie had tried to explain some things to him about the new century, but Ben was still confused, and honestly he didn’t care. The only thing he could focus on was you and the possibility of you living here.

Not you. He corrected. But maybe. He still didn't quite believe that you were dead, that you could die.

A minute passes and Ben is tired of waiting. He confidently walks up to the glass front door, and pulls with  enough of his superstrength to break the lock and open it.

"What are you doing?" Hughie whispers following behind him, but Ben ignores the question strutting straight to the stairwell.

"What floor?"

"8th." Butcher says.

When they finally reach your door Ben pauses. He's not sure if he can look you in the eye, not after all of these years, if it really is you. And if it wasn't then what? What would I say to her daughter?

The thought makes the fear that he refuses to acknowledge grip his chest, the fear that you were dead followed by the feeling of purposelessness that seemed to follow him since he heard the news.

If it is her daughter, maybe she’ll tell me if y/n suffered, if she died thinking that I hated her.

The memory of the fight stirs in his chest as Butcher knocks on the door and waits. But nobody answers.

"Must not be home." Hughie shrugs. "We could call her-" He begins to say, but Butcher deftly picks the lock and the door swings open into the darkness.

As soon as Butcher opens the front door of the apartment and Ben steps through, all he smells is you. It's enough to confirm in his heart that it is you and not your daughter. He felt something in his chest stutter to a halt as he inhales the familiar scent of lavender and lemons. It was everywhere, all around him, flooding his senses. 

And for the first time in forty years he felt comfort, at peace. For a moment all thoughts of revenge, rage, and justice fades from his mind and he is left with the memory of you.

Ben immediately is transported back to those quiet moments when he settled into bed next to you after climbing through your window. When you would fall asleep before him and curl against him subconsciously, your hair tickling his cheeks and sending the soft smell over him. The nights when he’d wrap his arm around you as soon as you fell asleep because he was afraid to do it when you were awake, afraid that you would reject him like so many others did. Those nights with you outweighed any other time in his life. He remembered that each time he crawled through your window you smiled up at him, were happy to see him, so different than the home he left behind, where his father wouldn't look at him.

He remembered the nights after you took Compound V, when even after a hard day when he was a dick, you still allowed him into your bed, allowed him to sleep next to you. Those quiet moments in the late hours of the morning when you cuddled into his side and muttered words in your sleep that he couldn’t understand all the while he brushed your hair back from your face stayed with him. As much as he refused to admit to anyone, refused to show any emotion, being there with you, felt more like home than anywhere else.

That's why he asked you to come with him in the first place. He couldn't leave you behind. Maybe that was selfish of him, but he would not pretend to be unselfish, not when it came to you.

He thinks about all the suitors that he scared away before him and you left Philadelphia, all his friends who expressed interest in you only to have him drive them away, and of course the one that wouldn't leave. The one that bought you jewelry and finally asked you to marry him, another reason why Ben convinced you to come with him.

The jealousy was familiar. Ben didn't want to leave you behind, the thought that some other man would possess you or love you made his chest hurt. You were his. No one felt the way about you that he did, never would. No one would know you, care about you or understand you like he did, and no one knew you as long as he did. And although Ben had trouble expressing it, he knew that he loved you, he hated himself for being unable to say it. He couldn’t decide if admitting that he loved you made him a pussy or it was his fear of telling you that made him one.

Ben looks around the apartment, noticing the artwork on the walls, the messy studio table, and smiles. He remembered the way you always had a sketchbook with you, he used to tease you about it,  but you would only roll your eyes at him and continue to draw. He loved watching you sketch, watching how focused you were as you created something so effortlessly. He remembered watching you paint with the watercolors he got you, feeling a swell of pride that he was the one who started that love. Ben had been afraid to give them to you, afraid that it was too thoughtful, but then he remembered how widely you smiled, how happy you had been.

The apartment felt like you.

And by now again he knows that it is you and perhaps that's worse, because now he has to face you and he doesn't know how to fix this, any of it.

You weren’t like him or anyone else. You didn’t bend under easy promises and gifts like the other women he had been with over the years. Your ability to read him and understand him meant that you were special. And you were. You were special to him.

He moves forward towards the darkened hallway.

"Hey wait-" He hears Hughie say behind him, but Ben ignores him.

Ben finds your bedroom easily and the smell grows when he opens the door. He takes in the controlled chaos of the room before his eyes fall on the suitcase on the large bed.

Where was she going?

Ben pulls your supe suit out of the bag and smiles at the memory of the day you first tried it on. You never wore anything form fitting, hid your shape under shirts and pants, but the day he saw you in this for the first time made his breath catch in his chest. He knew that you thought you were fat, but Ben never believed that. He loved every curve of your body, loved to trace them with his eyes when you weren’t looking  and when you finally let him take you to bed, his hands. Seeing you in the suit for the first time was almost enough to push him over the edge, but he kept it together.

He notices the plane ticket on the edge of the bed, beneath the bag, and he pulls out the printed piece of paper, reading the fine print.

She was going to Russia. She was going to come get me even after I-

The emotion that rises in Ben's chest is unfamiliar. He did not like giving in to emotions the same way others did because he believed that made him weak, a lesson his father had ingrained into his mind. But this time he doesn't attempt to push it down. The plane ticket crumples in his hand as his jaw clenches tight. A part of him was relieved, relieved to know that somewhere deep down you still cared about him, maybe that meant that you would be willing to see him.

But he still didn’t know how to fix this. He'd never been good with words or apologizing or, well, love in general. He’d never loved anyone before you. He frowns at the thought of all the meaningless flings he'd had in the past. There was only one relationship with a woman he'd ever been in, with you, and he'd fucked it all up.

He kneels and reaches under your bed, looking for the box he knows will be there. It's a dark rosewood, one from your bedroom when you were a kid, but now it holds a different value. Ben sits on the end of your bed and opens it.

He had caught you with it a few times, usually when you started drinking or on your birthday, always on your birthday. It's why he never let you stay at home, he made sure you came out with him, because your mind would drift when you were alone and Ben didn't like the dark places it took you.

Ben rarely liked leaving you alone. Whenever he was on movie shoots in another country he would call you just to hear your voice, and even when he went to bed with someone else and they fell asleep he would stay up thinking of you, wondering if you missed him as much as he missed you, and wondering if you could sleep without him because he couldn’t sleep without you. Another reason why he pushed you away, believing that it made him weak.

The photo on top is unfamiliar to him, it's newer, and shows you standing with a young brunette woman outside of a college dorm. He traces the lines of your face with his thumb. He hadn't seen a picture of you in forty years, but you were just as beautiful as he remembered. The one that follows is also unfamiliar, you holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket, the baby’s hand wrapped around your index finger, and you looking down at it like it's your whole world.

The look in your eyes does something to him. He remembered when you looked at him like that, the morning when you woke up next to him and whispered those four little words to him that he always wanted to hear while holding his face tenderly between your palms, "I love you Ben."

When things got bad in Russia he would strain to remember the memory, remember the way you looked at him, the way the words sounded falling from your lips. The words that he always wanted to hear you say. The morning that he wished he could change and the disastrous night he wished never happened.

"We shouldn't be here." Hughie says to Butcher in the living room.

"She ain't home. We'll go when he wants to leave." Ben hears Butcher respond.

But Ben knew that he didn't want to leave, wouldn't want to leave. He had spent the past forty years away from you and he didn't want to spend anymore time apart from you, even if that made him a pussy, he didn't care.

"This isn't a good idea. Y/n didn't want him here-" Hughie tries again

"Oi, look at this. She's looking at flights." Butcher states, when he notices the laptop on the counter.

"What?" Hughie asks.

"If it ain't her, how would she know about Russia?" Butcher says back. Ben hears a rustling like Butcher is going through the trashcan “And take a look at this-“

Ben shuts out their conversation and pulls other photos out, finally pulling out strip of paper from a Photo Booth. It was the day he took you to a baseball game,  before you were supes. You’d never been to one before and Ben had only been to the one his father took him to, when his dad got drunk and forgot Ben was with him. Ben frowns for a second but then looks back at the collection of photos on the strip. It was a good day. He had bought you a ridiculous hat, and you'd sat next to him looking radiant in the sunlight like you always did sketching him. Ben loved it when you drew him, it made him happy to know that when you looked through the pages of your sketchbook later that you were thinking of him. He often wondered if you thought of him as much as he thought of you. You'd both gotten drunk on cheap beer and when a woman yelled at you for being unladylike you flipped her the bird and said some choice words that made the tips of the woman’s ears turn pink.

Ben loved that about you, that you never seemed to care what others thought of you, especially your friendship with him. Everyone you knew had told you to keep a wide berth from him, but you didn’t listen.

Ben traces your young face in the photo with his fingertip.

Maybe she should have.

He turns back and pulls out a yellowed photo of you and your mother. Ben frowns at the expression on your face. You were never happy when she was around. He hated your mother, not just because she hated him, but he hated what she did to you. He hated that she made you feel ugly, when you were the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen. Even as teenagers, Ben couldn’t help but notice how pretty your figure was and how you filled out the soft dresses you wore when you went with him on adventures through the city. He never thought you were too fat, if anything he liked your curves. The night you were finally together he worshipped them, wanted you to know that you were beautiful, to understand that he saw your beauty, because he knew that you still thought about what your mother said to you. He hated that she had such a hold on your life even though she had been dead for so long.

He hears a rattle along the bottom of the box and when he picks up the source of the noise he immediately wishes he hadn't.  It's a single pearl, and Ben understands what it's from. It's from the necklace he bought you for your birthday, the one that you ripped off your neck when you found him with Countess. He had agonized over whether or not to get it for you, thought that maybe it was too thoughtful or rather was too romantic. But the look on your face when you opened the box made him feel like he’d swallowed the sun.

Ben's teeth clench together as a wave of guilt crashes over him remembering what he yelled at you, remembering what he did to you. He thought that it had been what he needed to do, that he needed to push you away because he didn't want to care about anyone else, at least not the way he cared about you.

He hadn’t thought it would hurt as much to say those things to you, but it had all but ripped his own heart out.

But even before you found them together all Ben felt was guilt. He wasn’t enjoying anything he was doing to Countess, all he wanted was to do those things with you. He thought it was necessary, that by doing those things with her he could somehow clear his head of you, but all it did was make him feel guilty and want you more.

He thinks about the days that followed before his mission in Nicaragua, when he agonized over calling you, over showing up to your apartment, but he couldn't. He couldn't face you.  He hadn't been able to sleep those nights before the mission and wanted desperately for you to be there with him.  Ben couldn't sleep when you weren’t with him. He hated that he'd finally gotten you and then lost you so quickly.

Ben notices a velvet box, and he sighs when he opens it. It's an engagement ring, the engagement ring that you showed him the night he asked you to come with him.

He briefly wonders if you thought that was his version of a proposal. That you believed, turning your back on your family and coming with him meant more.

I’m such a fucking idiot. I should’ve-

“It really is a shitty ring.” He mutters. And it was, it was all wrong for you. Ben knew what you liked and he couldn’t believe that this was what that asshole got you.

Why did she keep it? Because she wanted to remember what her life could have been like if I didn’t ask her to come?

Ben remembers when he asked you if he ruined your life, before everything exploded. He imagined that after that night you changed your answer, because how could you look at him, let alone want to be around him after what he did to you?

Ben examines the ring again allowing the memory of the night you showed it to him push its way into his mind. He remembered being scared, of course he’d never admit that, he wasn’t a pussy, but he acutely remembered the moment you showed it to him. The fear of losing you that struck him when he noticed it on your finger, as the weight of what it represented settled on his shoulders. He knew that the asshole who proposed would quickly turn you against him, and this time you’d believe it because you loved that dick or-

Ben reconsidered. She didn’t love him because she came with you. She loved you.

He remembers again what it was like to be with you in  bed, when you whispered those words so tenderly to him and is struck with guilt all over again.

You had looked almost sheepish when you showed me the ring, like you were afraid to tell me-

Of course she was afraid to tell you. She wanted you to propose but you didn’t instead you fucking ruined her life and strung her along for 40 fucking years-

He never understood how you did that. Survived all those years with him while he fucked his way through everything that crossed his path. How you continued to stand by him when he was a dick to you and so many others. And yet you never let any other man into your life.

He remembers the night after you got between him and Noir, remembers asking you if you wanted to marry Howard, but you said no. The other things you said struck something within him. When you said you wanted someone to come home to, someone who would love you, a family. He remembers how you looked the night of your birthday in the restaurant, how you watched the couples around your table and smiled. He knew what you were thinking, and he had tried to show you that he could be that for you by taking your hand where it rested on the table even though it went against every instinct he had. He wanted so badly to give you those things, to make you happy. Ben didn’t want you to find that with anyone else. He would have loved to have a family with you, to be with you always the way you were always there for him, or were until he fucked it all up. He remembers asking you to marry him, apart of it had been a joke, just to gauge your reaction, but deep down he was curious. He hadn't expected it to hurt so much when you laughed him off.

Ben sighs. When you spoke about leaving Payback he was worried, worried that it meant you would leave him too and then who would he have? No one. It’s why he spent so many nights in your bed, with you curled up beside him. He didn’t want to be anywhere else.

He shuts the ring box with a snap and throws it back inside. The memory of the night you spent together is just on the edge begging to be let in. Ben indulged in that memory many times over the years, letting it strengthen him. Remembered every detail. It was the first time that he actually cared what someone else wanted in bed. He remembered how your cheeks blushed when you told him that you’d never had sex before and how you said that you wanted it to be him. He never imagined that you would want him the same way that he’d wanted you all those years.The exact reason why he drowned himself in so many other women, because he thought that’s what he needed to do. Because you deserved someone better than him, you always had.

The thought is immediately followed by what he yelled at you in the bathroom at the premiere, when he turned something that you believed to be special, one of the happiest nights of his life, into a cheap fuck.

He remembered the broken expression on your face. He'd never seen you look so small. Ben always admired how strong you were, but as soon as he said those things to you, he watched you crumble when he broke your heart.

Worse still was when he grabbed you. He fights the shudder, remembering how he grabbed onto your arms. As many times as you’d stood between him and the source of his anger, he’d never laid a hand on you but that night, he was just so damn frustrated. You were looking at him with those big eyes of yours that always saw through him, understood him, and he was frustrated because he wanted to tell you that he loved you that he always had loved you but he couldn’t. He couldn’t admit it because he was a man and damn it a man didn’t show emotions and he was Soldier Boy he didn’t need anyone-

His jaw clenches together so tight that he hears the click of his teeth.

But he did. He knew that all he needed was you.

I’m such a fucking asshole. Y/n doesn’t need me and I don’t deserve her-

Ben raises his head to look at your bedroom door as he hears the front door of your apartment swing open. And he freezes.

Because why would you want to see him? He had ruined your life.

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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

The continuation for that Alcina fic was fucking deliciousssssss skdjfskldfj

It got me thinking, I'm not sure if you've written a fic like this before or if you would even write one like this, but I was wondering what that situation (or one similar to it) would look like from Alcina's POV?

Hello, dears ♥️ In preparation for reaching ✨1,750 followers✨, I've been working on a little fic that was inspired by both this ask 🔺🔺🔺 (thank you 👀 I'm so glad you liked it jdhddjkd) , as well as this incredible piece of fanart!

But first and foremost:

Thank you all for following! 💋

And as for the request, here you go! Written from Alcina's POV and just under 3k words 👀 I hope some of you will enjoy it! 😁♥️

The Lady found herself in a foul mood as she made her way back into the castle. Met with nothing but absolute silence as she opened the large doors and walked into the even larger foyer. Of course, she expected no one else to be awake at this hour, save for her daughters who were still out on the hunt. Though, as she made her way slowly up the staircase, a faint sound could be heard traveling its way softly through the corridors. A quiet, subtle melody hummed just barely loud enough to be heard. But, of course, she heard it. She heard everything that happened within those castle walls - even when she cared not to.

“The audacity.. sneaking out at this hour.” She grumbled to herself, following the haunting sound. Her foul mood turning even more sour when she realized that her hopes of getting directly into a hot, soothing bath had been swiftly thwarted. Instead making it so she'd likely have to discipline someone instead. She sighed as the voice grew louder, leading her directly into the library.

A Countess' work is never done, Alcina, she thought to herself tiredly. Of course it wasn't. Why should she be able to enjoy the solitude of a hot bath and a glass of her favorite wine after running through the woods chasing after man-things all night? She huffed at the air, frustrated - irritation riddling her weary bones as she opened the doors to the large room - the soft humming immediately halting as she did.

“There's no use in hiding, dear. I may be tired, but I can still smell you from here.”

A murmured curse in response from a voice she knew all too well. She sighed again.

“Draga.. of all the nights to be breaking curfew..”

The Countess was in no mood and she could feel her patience wearing thinner by the minute. Of all people.

“Come out, pet, now.” She ordered through gritted teeth.

Slowly, the figure of her current paramour came hesitantly out from behind the bookstacks and into view. Skin pale and a look of sheer panic on their face.

“Alcina-”

“I don't believe now is the time for such informalities.” She responded sternly, cutting them short.

They swallowed nervously. “Right, of course. S-sorry, my lady. I.. I thought you were out for the night?”

Alcina scoffed. “As if that gives you the right to be disobeying my direct orders? Hm? Traipsing around the castle at all hours of the night.”

“N-no… it's just.. I-”

“Save it, pet. I am in no mood for excuses and you're the last person I wanted to have to discipline tonight.”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and moved further into the room. A profound wave of exhaustion washing over her that forced a slight stumble to her stride.

When was the last time she had even fed? She wondered.

“My lady? Are.. are you alright?”

“It's nothing.” She snarled.

“Countess.. I am.. very sorry for disappointing you. And I know you're angry with me.” The human’s voice softened a little as they moved closer to her, fidgeting anxiously with their fingers. “But, if there is anything I can do? You know, to help.”

“There is.” She growled, “You can start by not being so incompetent!”

This time the words that came out were raw, primal - dipped in venom - the dragon within her inching closer and closer to the surface as her need to feed grew stronger. Albeit, the moment she saw her handservant flinch - coiling back at her words - she couldn't help but soften. Sighing, she turned to face them.

“I am sorry, draga. I seemed to have lost myself. While, yes, I am disappointed that you disobeyed the rules of this castle - you did not.. deserve that.” Alcina sat down in the chair closest to the fireplace and took a deep breath, her body overcome with exhaustion. “I fear it has been too long since I last fed. Which makes being around me at the moment rather.. dangerous. It would be for the best that you return to your quarters for now, pet. I'll deal with your punishment in the morning.”

“Oh. Of course, my lady.”

They bowed and then turned to leave before pausing.

“Uh.. Alcina?” They asked tentatively.

The Countess looked up, eyes heavy. “Hm?”

“Ah, if I may - you could.. use me.. if you wanted?”

Alcina raised an eyebrow. “Use you? How?”

“Ah.. heh.. that is, to feed? From me?”

The Countess stared blankly, shocked for a moment before shaking her head. “That's not necessary, draga. I have everything I need in my room.”

“I'm aware.. but.. you know. You're obviously quite exhausted and I'm.. well, I'm right here.”

They gave her a crooked little smile that she couldn't help but chuckle at.

“If you're trying to get out of your punishment, pet-”

“N-no! I'll fully accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate. I just.. want to help, is all.”

“Mmh..” The lady hummed in thought, mulling their very tempting offer. She was exhausted, this was true. And it'd been longer than she could recall since she’d had the taste of fresh blood in her mouth. Warm and pulsing and straight from the tap.

Still..

With the dragon in her so close to the surface, the worries of her losing control were imminent. And the thought of losing yet another partner - one as sweet and caring as they were, again - was almost too much of a thought to handle. Alcina physically shuddered at the thought, the warmth from the fire doing very little to calm her worries. Worries that her handservant must have quickly picked up on. Small fingers sliding into her own and a kind face looking up at her as they kneeled on the castle floor in front of her.

“Hey, I trust you.”

Alcina snorted. “Famous last words, pet.”

They chuckled softly. “How about this then.. is there maybe another part of my body that would be safer to drink from? Than say, my neck?”

The Lady smirked. “Mh, perhaps... your inner thigh would probably work.”

Alcina watched as a soft pink hue began to crawl across the human's cheeks. It was strikingly gorgeous basked in the firelight.

“O-oh.. well, ah.. that seems.. doable.”

A flash of crimson as her smirk widened. Her lover’s heartbeat quickening by the minute, thumping loudly over the soft crackle of the fire.

“Mhm.. are you certain? It may… hurt, quite a bit.”

Oh, how that blush grew even deeper at the Countess’ words. How exquisite it was. Alcina could feel the smugness seeping into the corners of her lips as she watched them fluster.

“I.. oh.. that's okay. I don't mind, my lady. R-really.” They replied, rubbing the back of their neck.

Not that they would've been the first of Alcina's suitors to be into pain. Far from it, in fact - it seemed to be a commonality in many of the lovers she had taken over the years. Whether it was just something that came with the territory - or more the fact that whenever they looked at her they found themselves thinking “big lady, break me” - either way, it was a noticeably recurring occurrence in the Countess’ love life.

“Very well.” Alcina replied, rising from the chair to her full height. “Pull up your skirt, pet, and take a seat.”

As dutiful as ever, her servant quickly obeyed and took their Lady's place on the large chair. A coy smile on their face as they pulled the simple fabric of their uniform past their upper thighs, exposing their supple flesh along with their dampened undergarments.

“Like this?” They asked with a smirk.

“Bold time for you to be acting bratty, pet. Don't you think?”

“Ah.. m-maybe?” They answered sheepishly.

“Mhm.”

And even though the Countess’ tone remained firm, she could only shake her head and chuckle as she lowered herself down to the fresh, warm meal that waited for her. A deep flush decorating the human’s cheeks as the Lady knelt in front of them, hands spreading their legs a little further apart for her.

“O-oh.. uh.”

The Countess looked at them curiously before leaning back. “If you're having second thoughts, pet-”

“N-no! I just.. ah.. this view is just.. really nice.”

An even smugger smirk grew across the Lady's lips. “Mhm.. is it now?”

“I mean.. yes?”

“Enjoy it while it lasts then, draga.. very rarely does one ever get me on my knees.”

The flushed servant almost choked in response as they quickly nodded, face as red as their employer’s lips.

“I.. mhm.. enjoying it. Yes.”

“Mh.. probably wet at just the sight, aren't you?” Alcina asked teasingly, forcing them to whine.

“A-alcinaa.. that's unfair.”

“And that's not an answer.”

The Countess' words grew a little darker, punctuating them with a firm scratch across the human's inner thigh, immediately pulling droplets of warm crimson to the surface.

They cursed. “Fine.. yes.. I am.”

“Mh.. good.”

A single sweep of her tongue over the fresh gash forced another whine from her lover, a fierce shiver rolling over their body. Alcina knew she was going to enjoy all of this maybe a little too much - but the needy sounds she could will from their lips was something she would never grow tired of. And as she leaned in a little further, with their metallic essence still warm in her mouth, she could smell just how aroused they already were.

Very good.

"Deep breaths now, pet. This is going to sting.”

They nodded softly in response, cheeks a brilliant hue and eyes widening the moment the Countess’ incisors began to lengthen, readying themselves to feed. Another swirl of her tongue over the spot she'd already marked. A rush of blood right below the surface, drawing the vampire directly to the proper vein. And as she gave her meal a final smirk, she took their thigh between two large hands and brought it to her mouth.

“Mmmph-!”

Whimpered breaths from her prey’s lips as sharp fangs seeped eagerly into their flesh.

“Mmmh.”

A subtle moan from within her own as she slowly drew their essence into her mouth, savoring the exquisite flavor of them. They tasted even better than she’d imagined - sweeter, more refined - with metallic undertones fueled by a life force that only made her all the more hungry.

“You taste divine, draga.” Alcina murmured, her words reverberating deep into their skin before her fangs were sunk back in again.

“Ah-!”

The subtle flinch to the muscle that laid just beneath her teeth, the soft moan that fell from their whispered lips - the Countess knew if she didn't keep her control that she could very easily become ravenous for their taste. The pulse of it flowing warmly over her tongue as she swallowed it down, indulging herself in the life that danced throughout it.

They would surely make an excellent wine.

And even though the thought was morbid to most - to Alcina, it was merely a compliment. One of the highest in fact. Though, she found all the best tasting humans tended to be the ones she had no desire of actually killing. Ones that inherently touched her heart and moved her soul. But hell if she didn't appreciate any chance she got at a taste.

Her lover's growing moans were the only thing to bring her back from her thoughts - from giving into the primal force that always sat just under the skin - ready to take over. But gods, could she smell how wet they were for her. How their body squirmed every time she drew a long pull of blood from them. Their flesh heated against her lips, their strong musk enveloping the tiny space between them. And out of the corner of her eye, Alcina could even see that the chair beneath the human was readily growing damper.

”Good”. She thought smugly, a smirk beneath her blood coated lips when she finally pulled away to look up at them.

"Am I to believe you're actually enjoying this, draga? Are you really so needy?”

They whined at her ridicule, squirming even more - her teasing tone and slightly taunting words having the exact effect on them that she wanted.

“You will answer me if you expect something done about it.” She demanded.

Another whine.

“F-fuck.. yes, okay? It's.. it feels good.”

“Mh. Better.”

The Lady placed a gentle kiss to their inner thigh and then brought two fingers to the hem of their underwear, swiftly ripping the fabric from their body. Her patented smirk growing even wider the moment the measure of their arousal was reflected in the firelight - they were absolutely dripping for her.

“Well, well.. all this for me?”

“All for you. A-always.”

“Charming, are we?”

Alcina went to move a little closer but felt them tense, immediately making her stop. A single eyebrow raised at them inquisitively.

“Draga?”

“It's just.. you're exhausted, Alcina.. you don't have to-”

“Hush. When have you ever known me to do something I haven't wanted?”

They chuckled, blushing sheepishly. “You have a point.”

“Plus,” she smirked, “I'm not quite finished with my meal yet.”

An even deeper blush. “O-oh. Alright, then.”

The Countess hummed in content when her lover finally relaxed, their head falling softly back. Their sweet scent immediately pulling her back in, lips quickly finding their pulse point while her fingers teased their entrance. With soft folds so wet that she found barely any resistance as she slid two fingers into them, generously stretching their core.

“Mmph-!”

A single curl as the Countess closed her eyes, allowing her fangs to sink deep into the human’s flesh once again.

“F-fuck-”

She couldn't help but to draw her gaze upward, to enjoy the view for just a moment. Her stunning love - flushed, legs spread - eyes closed softly in a mix of want and preparation. It truly were a shame, she thought, how mortal humans could be. To lose such a gorgeous sight was an offense to Alcina’s very being. That the world could ever lose such beauty? It was a thought that made her all the more eager - almost ravenous - to possessively stake her claim upon them.

To which she did..

With the Lady's fangs seeped deep within their flesh and her fingers buried in their core. Thrusting, curling. Matching the controlled pulls from their thigh as she feasted upon them. With each movement willing the most arousing sounds from her lover. Some breathy, some loud - moaning each and every time Alcina drove her fingers in a little harder. But it wasn't enough, not for her. The Countess wanted more. She wanted her name screamed out into the night in ecstasy. She wanted her claim imprinted into the stars themselves.

And she paid no mind to how many orgasms ripped across her lover's body. She cared not for how soaked both her fingers and the fabric below her became. Having now fed to her content, her mouth began moving onto marking the rest of their thighs. Nibbling and sucking over every inch of eager flesh that she could reach. Their essence dripping from the corners of her mouth and painting their skin in a dark crimson. Their body trembling, vibrating with desire until another orgasm ripped through them violently, finally forcing the Countess’ name from their tongue like a pious prayer. Their voice quickly falling to nothing more than a whisper - raw from unhindered pleasure.

“F-fuck, Alcina..”

“Mh, language.”

“Pretty sure.. it's warranted.”

Alcina chuckled before licking the excess blood from her lover's wounds, their thighs sufficiently covered in her claim.

“These should heal in a few days. I'll bring you some balm for them tomorrow.”

“Hm.. I like them, though.” The human pouted.

The Countess snorted. “Of course you do. My sweet little masochist.”

Feeling fully refreshed from her meal, Alcina had no intention of sleeping anytime soon, but she knew her handservant would certainly need rest after all of that. The loss of blood mixed with the intense dopamine boost would be enough to wipe anyone out. Without muttering a word, Alcina rose to her full height and picked up her lover's discarded underwear before lifting them up into her arms and into a full bridal carry.

“My lady-!”

“Hush, draga. You've lost a fair amount of blood, as well as other bodily fluids. You need to rest.” Even with the short walk from the library to the servants quarters, the body in her arms quickly grew heavy with sleep - the human’s breath nearly in a slumbered rhythm by the time they’d arrived.

“I’ll be back with some tea and something sweet for you, pet.” She said as she laid them gently onto their bed. “Please, try to drink and eat at least a little something before falling asleep.”

Her lover nodded tiredly, eyes heavy and cheeks flush with sleep.

“Mhm.. yes.. mistress…”

Alcina smiled and placed a tiny kiss to their cheek before walking towards the door. She was more than certain they'd be fast asleep by the time she returned, but she’d still do her best to make sure they woke up knowing just how much she treasured them.

Warm tea, their favorite pastry, some balm for their wounds and a note reading "Thank you for the exquisite meal, draga. Next time is on me. - xx, Alcina." would be there to greet them as soon as they woke up.

A/N: If I ever make it to 2k, I might just finally do some bottom!Alcina for you all 👀♥️

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[cheynovak]

The assistant

Reader x Soldier Boy 

Warnings:  Where to start... Smut 16+, Fluff, Alcohol, Cursing, unprotected sex, mentioning of rape, you name it ... (Make sure you're always protected!)  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words: 7331 

POV: Y/N is best friend and personal assistant from Crimson Countess. The close position Y/N had and the fact that she is not a supe made it hard on her to see the things she got away with. Part from all that, she hated the fact that Crimson and Soldier Boy were dating, Y/N couldn’t stand the man! Or could she? Their mutual frustration on Crimson Countess brings them closer together.  

I wanted to make this in one part but made a sequal.  

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Y/N and CC (that is the nickname she gave Crimson Countess since she didn’t want to use her civilian name anymore.) are best friends since they were little kids. When CC got her spot at Payback she could choose a personal assistant, immediately she thought of Y/N, there was no one she could trust more in this world.  

Y/N just got into the office and had been called to an emergency meeting with Payback. Everyone was on edge. Y/N walked in delivered CC her coffee smiled politely at Soldier Boy who clearly was in a bad mood and sat down on her chair behind Crimson. “So, if I get this right” The leader supe started to talk. “You’re punishing me, us, for the shit show TNT created?” - “Let’s not forget the mess our PR team had to cover up from your last trip with Countess. House arrest until the storm in the media is over!” Was the answer he got. Yeah, right your PR team Y/N thought, I had to clean her shit up and made sure no one knew about the casualties. Vought thought it would be a good idea to let her go on a little trip with her man to let off steam and showing the world they were the perfect IT couple. But instead, she got so frustrated with him that she tried to blow his head off, literally in the middle of Venice.  

That is all they were doing lately, fighting. CC hated it that her boyfriend got all the credit, fame and success.” That old bastard is nothing without Payback.” She had told Y/N last week. “Who gives a shit he stormed Normandy. We’re fucking over 30 years past that crap.” Y/N couldn’t believe her, she wanted the fame and glory but forgot that if Soldier Boy hadn’t chosen her, she probably would still be fighting local crime. “CC don’t you think you’re overreacting, a little bit? I mean come on without him you might not be here at Vought.” The second those words left her lips Y/N realized she made a huge mistake. Crimson turned to Y/N. “YOU, you jealous bitch, that’s it isn’t, you want my success! Nooo, you want my man! I’ve seen you looking at him, smiling at him! Is that why you dressed so cute today? To impress him?” Without hesitation CC threw her piping hot coffee at her. Luckily the coffee only spilled on her dress and not her skin. Y/N decided not to react to it and walked away, knowing if she would answer, she might get fired.  

“She is just not herself right now, she needs some time to cool off, you like her, you love her.” Y/N mumbled under her breath while walking in the lounge bar searching for something to clean her dress. She didn’t see Soldier Boy sitting in the corner, in one of the cosy boxes. “Trouble in paradise?” He asked not getting up. Y/N jumped up by the sound of his voice, bumping her head at the bar. “I’m sorry Soldier Boy. Didn’t see you there. I’ll be gone in a second, I’m just looking for something to get this coffee stain of my dress.” - “Don’t go, could use some company.” He said tapping the seat next to him, Y/N looked better at him this time. There were 2 empty bottles of whiskey on the table, he was working on the 3rd one. Y/N got closer, he moved so she could sit with him. “Besides, it’s Ben, but I told you that countless times before, haven’t I?” He looked at her, for the first time she dared to look him in the eye. “So, what was it this time, coffee to hot, to cold?” He nodded at the stain, Y/N sights “No, the fact that I smiled at you this morning.” Ben looked at her confused. ”You smiled at me this morning?” - “At the meeting, you looked at me I smiled instead of saying good morning. Because it clearly wasn’t a good morning for you.” She said looking at the bottles. Ben started laughing. “That jealous bitch.”  

“That’s what she called me...” You said while pouring a glass for yourself. “Are you?” He asked. “Oh no, wouldn’t want to have her life.” Y/N looked at her glass. “Nothing? Not one piece of it?” He asked while trying to make eye contact. “Well, being seen or being loved is a nice thought. You know walking through these halls and when you see someone you know for years, you say hi, they at least answer or nod instead of looking at you like you’re a nobody.” She admitted “That would make it less awkward to use their first name.” She smiled at him making it very clear that she was talking about him.  

Ben nodded slowly. “I’ll make sure I’ll remember it next time.” Liking her boldness.  

After a couple of glassed Y/N got pretty drunk and bluntly honest, but Ben seemed to like it.  

They joked around had nice conversation, even though Ben wasn’t half as drunk as she was, he trusted her. Telling Y/N why CC got on his nerves, and honestly, she understood the man especially after today. “Can I ask you something Ben?” She asked laying her hand on his arm. “Why are you still with her, if she irritates you so much?” Moving his face closer to hers. “I could ask you the same.” - “I like my job and she is my best friend since, well, forever.” She said, looking in his green eyes, waiting for his answer. Ben looked at her lips before making eye contact again. “I like her best friend.” He smiled  

Y/N’s face turned red and before she could move away Ben moved even a little closer and kissed her cheek, all of the sudden she felt very sober. “I -I should probably go check on her.” Y/N said and quickly moved away.  

Y/N stepped way to quick out of that room, definitely NOT playing it cool. She didn’t go back to Crimson, but instead she went for a little walk on the campus, thinking about what Ben had said. She always had a little crush on him ever since puberty, CC knew that and that was why she reacted the way she did. But Y/N knew her place, besides, since she worked for Vought her crush was quickly crushed knowing how many one-night adventures he had with actresses and such. Let alone the killing and mistakes they covered up. She had nothing against him or CC, she was even thrilled when CC told her Ben had asked her out on a date. And they had nothing against her either. But the thought that if she wasn’t ‘theirs’ and she would get hurt out in the open, they wouldn’t care. That made her almost puke, they were supposed to be the heroes.  

That night Y/N didn’t sleep well, she had a dream about that moment hours earlier. She walked in with her stained dress. Ben was standing there in a tux holding champagne. ”Hi" he smiled his picture-perfect smile. Taking her hand over to a candle lit table. The entire time he looked in her eyes, touched her hand, laughed when she told a joke, interested when she told him a story about her childhood. At the end of the dream Ben had got up asked her to dance. He placed a hand at the small of her back leaning close to her and like a man enchanted with her lips he moved in, closing the space between their lips. Everything deep down she knew we wouldn’t do. When Y/N woke up she felt guilty, a little ridiculous considering it was only a dream. And comparing it to the steaming wet dreams she had about her and soldier boy as a teen, this was nothing! “God don’t think about that.” She whispered to herself. ”You are seeing him in less than an hour for the daily meeting.”  

Surprisingly Y/N was first in the conference room taking her usual seat in the corner. She wisely chose a jeans with a casual shirt and her hair up with a pin. Not to get CC started on dressing up for “her man” again. Everyone entered one by one. Nobody greeted her not even CC, she looked still pissed at her and deliberately taking the seat opposite of her to make a statement. Y/N was already writing some notes down for herself not paying any attention, Ben was last to arrive, he said good morning in general, Y/N glanced for a second and moved her attention back to her paper. But instead of taking his regular seat next to CC he walked past Y/N bending over so she would notice him. “Good morning.” He winked at her like he was telling her, I remember. “Hi.” she said being flustered. Y/N’s eyes followed him back to his seat next to Crimson she saw the look on her face while she kept looking at Ben for an explanation. This is going to get them into a fight again Y/N thought, Ben was clearly ignoring her look. Although Y/N tried to stay focussed in the meeting, her eyes get glancing over at Ben, he once or twice caught her looking which made his tongue move over his lips, smirking.  

After everybody got their assignments for the day they left. CC walked over for a talk. “What did Ben say to you?” - “What? Eh, good morning. Seriously CC stop being jealous.” Y/N took whatever confidence she had and decided to tell Countess her thoughts. “Listen, I’m no supe, I am a nobody, Ben chose you, you are gifted I'm not, you are HOT, I'm not ... ok. Just because I used to have a crush on him when I was 17, like by the way, half of the US, doesn’t mean I WANT your man. He just said good morning because I told him yesterday, when I was still pissed because of our fight, I told him it was damn time to recognise the normal people in the halls when they greet you.” Y/N was out of breath after that. “And if you now want to excuse me. I’ve got paperwork to do.” CC left. Y/N sighted and lowered her head in her hands. After a second or two she got up took her paperwork and left the room. “For the record. I don’t think you realize how hot you are.” Y/N was startled by that unexpected comment that she dropped her papers. “Jesus, Soldie...” But before she could finish that sentence, he wiggled his finger” Uh-uh-uh.” - Y/N rolled her eyes. “Jesus, BEN!” she corrected while picking up her papers. “Much better.” He grinned.  

“How long were you standing there?” She asked when they walked towards the elevator. “Long enough to hear you finally defending yourself Sweetheart.” That nickname made you feel butterflies. They stepped in the elevator, the doors closed. “So, you had a crush on me?” He asked casually. Y/N could feel her cheeks glowing.” Eh, yeah.” Ben stepped closer to her putting his hands against the wall behind her, trapping her between his arms and body. “Now that is something you forgot to mention yesterday at our little rendezvous.” He leaned in, Y/N moved her face to the side she could hear him taking a deep breath in. “You really smell good, I never noticed before.” He said with a deeper voice than before. Y/N looked up at him, standing so close she could feel his breath on her face. The door opened Ben looked over and took a step back but not quick enough to be unnoticed by Gunpowder who entered. Ben gave him a dark glace to which he simply nodded. It looked like Ben told him “not a word” without saying a thing.  

Floor 7 

“This is me.” Y/N said quickly jumping out but of course Ben followed.  

Y/N opened the door to her office, Ben walked in right behind her closing the door. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” She said nervous. “Yes, I want to know more about you. He said while looking around her office. Well office, it was more of a closet repainted with a window so small it looked like a prison cell.  

“Why are you so nervous?” - I’m not.” She lied.  

“You know I can hear your heartbeat right.’ He looked at her again.  

“So, your little crush on me. You had posters?” - “Yes.” she said sitting on her desk while he looked outside. “Let me guess, movie posters?” - “Eh no, the D—day one and one where you’re not actually posing but more like talking to the soldiers. That was my favourite.” He looked shocked.  

Ben walked back towards Y/N standing against her legs. Y/N had to look up almost with her head in her neck as he hovered above her. He lowered his face next to her ear placing a hand on the desk next to her thigh. “Did you ever dream of me? Of us...” He whispered not moving his face. Y/N’s heart started to beat really fast. “You did, didn’t you.” He sounded excited. “Did you ever... touch yourself thinking of me?” Ben asked while he placed a small peck on the spot under her ear. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed almost whimpered at that question. Ben got up again moving himself so he could stand between her legs. Y/N slowly opened her eyes only to see that his were darkened with lust. He moved his thumb over her lips. “I wish I could’ve seen that. You, touching yourself for the first time, experimenting with your body, searching for that one sweet spot inside that makes you go over the edge.” He swallowed deep.  

Y/N’s mouth opened slightly to get more air. But instead of getting air, Ben dipped down holding Y/N’s head with both hands and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue inside finding hers quickly. The kiss wasn’t rushed, but he made sure she would be out of breath. “Ben...” she whispered. “Tell me sweetheart, you ever been with a man?” - “Yes. Once or twice. First, boyfriend” She said hesitating.   

“Did it feel as good you fantasised.” he asked while kissing her neck. Y/N got shy keeping her head down. When Ben looked at her for an answer, he noticed her looking away. “What’s wrong?”  

“It wasn’t really, I didn’t want... Not really.” Was all she could manage to say but Ben understood what she meant. “He just took it? Didn’t he?” Y/N nodded ashamed afraid that Ben would be repulsed by her. He did take a step back, Y/N held on to the shirt, telling him not to go. “Oh sweetheart.” He kissed the temple of her head. But Y/N didn’t want this feeling to stop, so he placed a hand on his neck pulling him in for another kiss. This time she took the lead and licked his lips. “Are you sure Y/N?” - “Yes, please.”  

His lips crashed against her. His hands moved hungry over her body pulling her shirt over her head while she took his suit off. Y/N’s hands moved over his naked torso towards his hips. Her lips leaving his to follow her hands, kissing his hips while trying to undo his belt. He moaned her name. Y/N was surprised by her boldness but the heat inside her had to be satisfied. Her hands quickly found their way to his clothed bulge softly rubbing and squeezing.  

Ben got wild from desire, moving down remove her shoes, jeans and panties. He looked up to lock eyes with her before kissing her clit. Y/N moaned his name while laying back at her desk.  

Ben worked his way on her. Licking her folds open tasting her, dipping his tongue inside her while his hands pushed her bra up, so he could hold her breast. Softly pinching her nipples.  Not even in her wildest dreams she would imagined a man doing this, but it felt so good all she could do is moan and whime. When Ben changed his tactics by pushing two fingers inside her and suck on her clit, she quickly felt the heat in her stomach grow. She lifted herself back up to look at him smirking he knew he had her on edge. And when he curled his fingers, she couldn’t hold back anymore she started screaming his name while grabbing his hair, not caring about her surroundings anymore.  

After her high he stood up kissing her, Y/N could still taste herself on his tongue. It secretly made her even more horny. And while he was kissing her, she pulled his underwear off. Starting to stroke it hard cock. She was surprised it was so big, the man she had been with was nothing compared to Ben’s size. Ben saw the look on her face. “Don’t worry sweetheart, It will feel good.” He pulled her back to the edge of the desk holding her legs open. Pumping once or twice before he lined up against her wet hole. She could feel the sting, every inch he moved she could feel it, biting her lip feeling herself clenching up. “Relax, it will feel better in a second, I promise.” He said leaning in looking her in the eye. When he saw the pain disappearing, he started to thrust his hips back into her, this felt painfully slow for him, but he took his time with her.  

“Ben...”  

“Yes sweetheart.” 

“More... harder... please.” Y/N could feel he was desperately holding back. “I’m not going to break.”  

She could hear him growl at that comment. Hearing the beast in him wanting to take her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk anymore. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said kissing her hard. “Ben, please. Take me hard, show me what I've missed.” He pulled out lifted her up and turned her around. Laying her on her stomach on the desk. He hovered above her while he let his cock slide between her soaking folds. He could hear her beg. “Please!” He thrusted hard back in her, the sound that came out of her sounded so intense so primal, it made him growl. Ben took her so hard the desk started to shake. Y/N’s moans filled the room, it sounded like a porn movie. He pulled her back by her hips so he could push in even harder and deeper. Ben felt she was close, her cunt started to tighten around his dick. “Come on baby let go. Fuck, come hard on my dick, I want to feel you riding out that orgasm on me.” Y/N screamed his name like a prayer, he felt her shacking and clenching around him. He felt he couldn’t hold much longer he pulled out and started to pump his cock. She felt the warm liquid dribble on her ass while Ben was panting behind her.  

 

Ben took a few tissued out of the box at her desk, cleaning Y/N up. Before turning her around and kiss her again. “That was... better than my dreams.” She admitted. Ben clearly felt joy of that comment. “Well, I hope we can do this more often. Because I wasn’t lying when I told you that I like you.” He said still out of breath. He got dressed again kissed her head and left her sitting at her desk while he walked through the door. Y/N had no idea how she could recover from that and how she had to get through the day. From that moment on Ben kept his eye on her. Looking at her while she was writing in meetings, listening to conferences, hell even when she was having lunch. He tried to act normal but couldn’t help himself wanting to know more about her. She seemed so pure and delicate.  

One day almost a week later he saw her sitting by herself at lunch working like always. He decided to join her. Y/N’s eyes got big when he sat down. “What are you doing?” - “Eating.” He answered cocky. - “No, I mean, why are you sitting here?” Y/N looked around to see if CC was around. Lucky she wasn’t, she had told Y/N that Ben acted strange but didn’t know why. But other people were looking at them. “Ben, people are staring.” she whispered hanging over the table. But when Ben turned to look at them, they all quickly moved or turned away. “So, what are you working on?” He asked while taking a bite.” - “Really, small talk?” She said looking him in the eye. “You rather have me taking you here on the table?” He said smiling. - “Your Christmas Party. I’m organising it.” She said not to react to his last request. “It’s this weekend, I'm making the guest list.” - “You’re coming?” - “No, I, never, I’m spending it with family.” He nodded looking sad. After the weird interaction at lunch Y/N worked her week as usual.  

On Christmas she went home to her parents where she officially still lived. “Y/N honey I’ve invited Dylan and his parents to celebrate with us. Y/N’s heart sunk thinking about Dylan being there. Her first boyfriend who didn’t understood a “no” for answer. Great she thought, hearing my folks talking about what a great item we could have been if I didn’t ended things. “You know, you could have been married by now, if you didn’t broke up.” Your mom said like she could hear your thoughts.  

The evening went seemingly smooth, Dylan kept mostly to himself, but then again, he didn’t have anything to drink yet. 9 pm the bell rang. You looked confused at your mom. “Where expecting someone else mom?” - “Not that I know of.” she looked at your father. Y/N opened the door. “What are you doing here?” Y/N said surprised.  

“Y/N honey, who is it?” your mom walked towards the door. ”Oh my! Soldier Boy! Sir, please come in.” - Ben smirked walking past Y/N. “Thank you ma’am. You have a beautiful house.” 

“To what do we own this pleasure, sir?” Your father got out of his chair shaking his hand. “Well, since Y/N couldn’t make it to our party I thought, why not deliver her present myself. Locking eyes with her while handing her a small box. Y/N opened it knowing very well that the employees never get anything other than a thankyou speech. Covering her mouth seeing what he bought her.  “Oh my! Are those pearls?!” She looked at him with an open mouth. “My boss never gave us such gifts!” Her mother looked over at Dylan’s mom. “Well, Y/N works day and night for us. Making sure we are... satisfied. She deserves a little extra.”  

“I don’t know what to say... eh, Thank you.” Y/N felt she could kiss him but instead she just went for a hug which Ben gladly accepted. “Dessert? Or maybe a drink?” Y/N asked flustered pulling away. “Why not.” he answered not letting her fully go.  

 

Y/N introduced everyone to Ben, who in his turn used his charm to win over your mom and Dylan's mom. Both women were impressed by his manners.  

When Ben sat next to your father who was watching a documentary about the 2nd world war they started to talk about "the good old days." Y/N started to clean up the table Ben caught Dylan trying to get Y/N's attention. When she was looking through the vinyl's he got up and stood next to her. "I thought CC was your boss?" He asked rubbing his hand between your shoulders. Y/N moved gracefully away trying to avoid his touch. "I am her assistant. But Soldier Boy pretty much owns all of Vought." She looked over at him while explaining. Ben caught her glance clearly hearing every word they said, she looked a little scared.  

"Dylan..." Ben started talking to your dad. "Is he family?" Without looking up your father answered. "Oh no, he was her high school boyfriend they used to date for a while. We all loved for them to end up together. But for some reason she decided to be an independent woman." - "He is always this... close?" Ben asked feeling his frustrations grow. "Close... a hand on her hips, a kiss on the cheek, woman nowadays can't stand anything anymore am I right?" He laughs looking at Ben who was already heading towards Y/N and Dylan. "Hey Buddy, can't you see she doesn't like you touching her." Ben said while he moved in between the two of you. Ben seemed like a giant next to Dylan. "We were just talking man." -"Well, try to talk with a little more respect and a little less hands. Maybe then you will be able to keep a fine woman." Dylan walked away like a dog that had been hit.  

"Are you going to be ok sweetheart?" Ben asked when he was ready to leave. Y/N nodded and looked at him thankful. "Well, ma'am the dessert was delicious, but I've got to go. Can't miss my own party." He said to your mother. "Always welcome!" Y/N walked Ben to the door. "Next time, give me a heads up." She laughed. Ben looked over your shoulder making sure no one had followed you before he pulled you in by your hips, for a kiss. "I've missed those soft lips of yours, I even dreamed of them." He whispered while kissing your neck. "Ben! Not here." She said pulling him away. "I have missed you too." - "Well, will you think off me tonight?" Y/N noticed the arousal in his voice. "I know I will..." Y/N pulled him in for a kiss, her tongue finding his quick. Ben's hands moving to her ass pinching softly. Letting go to wave him goodbye.  

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After the party at Vought.  

Ben darling, I've got a surprise for you. Countess walked in the room, wearing lingerie in her signature colour. Crawling over the bed pulling the sheets down. Ben held her shoulders. "Not tonight." Crimson Countess looked confused at him. "Oh baby, so stressed... let me take care of you." she dipped under the sheets and started to give him a blow job. Ben wanted to stop her but instead he closed his eyes and start fantasising it was Y/N working her lips on him. "Oh sweetheart" He moaned. When Countess wanted to move on, he held her making sure she would finish what she started. "Don't stop sweetheart, I'm close." After he came in her mouth, he pushed her aside. Countess was clearly confused by his actions.  

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The next weekend.  

Y/N walked beside CC she had texted her that morning she needed a talk before the New Year's Eve party. "Have you talked to Ben lately?" She opened the conversation. "Eh no, not really why?" Y/N asked nervous knowing very well she was avoiding Ben. "He, he is acting weird, last week he didn't want to have sex and since then he only touches himself, I can hear him in the shower... Him... the man is practically walking sex on a stick! And when I started to give him a blow job that night, he called me sweetheart... He never, ever called me that." Y/N started to panic. "Y/N can you talk to him? Or find out who the whore is he is seeing? I need to know who I need to fry." Leaving her standing scared as hell in the hall.  

The party was one like every party they throw. But Y/N didn’t like it, she couldn’t stop thinking about what CC told her. Ben doesn't want her anymore... But Y/N couldn’t contain her nerves around all these drunk supes, so after an hour or two she left for the elevators. She kept thinking, Ben called her sweetheart before and told her he would be thinking of her that night... Did he mean it? She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't see Ben standing behind her until he slipped in the elevator with her. "Where are we going?" He laughs charmingly "I'm sorry Ben, but this party not my cup of tea. I'm heading home." - "Ok, I'll take you, you never know who is out there at night." "You really don't have to, my car is parked in the garage." she said while remembering what CC told her. But Ben refused to leave her side.

Once home he asked about Dylan. "Is he the guy who..." -"Yes, and I don't want to talk about it." Y/N said quickly walking to the kitchen grabbing something to drink. Ben moved closer to her placing his hands on her hips pulling her in. She could already feel the bulge in his pants grow. "Where is everyone?" he asked kissing her neck "Out with friends. They won't be home till later. Tomorrow is little family breakfast to celebrate the first of Januari, here at this house. So, you can't stay." She said trying her best not to give in.  

"Hm, I only need a few hours." He turned her around and kissed her hard.  He was glad she chose a dress tonight. His hands moved under it, pulling her panties off, lifting her up putting her on the kitchen table, rubbing her clit with his thumb while his fingers found their way to her folds. He continued kissing her. Y/N's nails dug into his shoulders and moaned his name. "Ben... not here. Not on this table... upstairs." She managed to say. Ben took a step back and followed her to her room. Y/N closed the door and pushed Ben against it. The heat in her was unstoppable. They ripped each others clothes off. Ben threw her on the bed so hard she bounced back. "Open those pretty legs for me sweetheart."  He said while pumping his cock. He quickly placed himself between her legs pushing hard inside her. "Oh, sweetheart I've missed this pussy.” Y/N felt every inch off him as he bottoms out in her. “You feel so good. So tight." He huffed while trusting hard in her. "Oh Ben, this, you, feels so good." She moaned. For some reason Y/N felt that Ben was smoother in his touches and moves, more... loving even though he was still taking her hard.  

Y/N didn’t need much tonight, Ben was everywhere on her body kissing and licking her. She could feel her orgasm climbing. “Ben... don’t stop.” She said while her hands moved between them. Ben stopped her. ”I got you sweetheart.” He lifted her legs higher over his shoulder while he rubbed her clit. She came faster and harder than she had ever experienced. After her high Ben dropped her legs and closed the space between their bodies. He held her shoulders and placed his head in her neck. “Oh baby, I won’t be able to hold it much longer.” He whined in her ear. “It’s ok Ben, do it, let go, I want to feel you come.” Her hearing saying that made him growl. “Come inside me, please...” She begged him. As Y/N wrapped her legs tighter around his hips she felt his thrust to get sloppy. “That’s it Ben, come for me.” With a primal grunt Ben came hard inside you. Not only his hips were pushed as hard as he could against you, but his entire body held your close to his.  

He started to relax but didn’t move. You caressed his broad shoulders and back with your fingertips while kissing his head. “Oh god, that felt... really good.” He said while lifting himself off you and took the place next to you on the bed. He kissed Y/N softly. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” Y/N said. Quickly leaving the bed with Ben in it. He looked puzzled so followed you to the bathroom. He opened the curtain and stepped in the shower behind you. His hand started to move over your shoulders to your breast, kissing your neck. “Y/N...” He started but didn’t finish. Y/N turned around looking at him. “Are you ok?” - “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Well, you couldn’t be faster out that bed. Didn’t you ... like it? I know it was a little quick but not that fast.” He looked worried. “Oh no Ben, I'm satisfied trust me, I don’t think I can survive another round, it’s just...” Y/N was thinking how to say this. 

“CC knows there is something going on. She told me this morning. And I’m worried.” - “What did she say?” He asked washing her breasts and tummy. “Well, that you refuse to make love with her, that the last time, when she gave you a blowjob on Christmas you called her sweetheart and that you never call her that.” Y/N’s face turned red. “Thats true. I never call anyone sweetheart.” He said locking eyes with her. “Part from you.” He smirked “Y/N, last time I was intimate with her, I could only do it...” He stepped closer to her “Thinking it were your soft plump lips working on me.” he touched her lips with his thumb. “Is that what you fantasize about?” Y/N asked feeling nervous. He nodded “I’ve never, given...” “I know.” he kissed her soft, she felt him getting half hard again against her.  

Y/N looked up at him turning so that his back was against the shower wall. “But I would love to try.” She said while her hands were traveling down. She wrapped her hands around his shaft pumping, every time she got to his tip, she’d move her thumb over it. Ben’s eyes darkened with lust. Y/N got on her knees looking up at him. First kissed the tip taking her time to travel all the way down. Ben held her hair up without forcing her. When her warm lips wrapped around head of his cock moving down to the shaft, he couldn’t resist a moan. “Oh sweetheart, you feel better than I thought.” She slowly builds speed, moving her tongue, searching for all the things Ben seemed to enjoy. When she moved one hand to hold his balls, she saw his head fall back when his hand tugged a little harder. Bingo, she thought.  

“Relax your throat baby” He said, while pushing her a little closer. Y/N felt the tears sting in her eyes but couldn’t hold back a moan. Ben guided her to the speed he liked and when she got it on her own, he started to sigh and moan her name. “That’s it, keep that mouth working Y/N...”  

“Oh, sweetheart if you don’t want me to come in that pretty mouth of yours you need to let me pull out now.” She moaned at the idea of him filling her mouth, tasting his semen. “You sure?” He could barely ask out of breath. When she nodded, she could feel him coming. Lucky for her he just came inside her, so this time it wasn’t as much as usual. Ben helped her up. “That was so good.” he kissed her.  

They got back in bed. “You should leave in a minute.” Y/N said. “You are kicking me out?” Ben said, clearly amuses, he thought that was funny coming from her. “Not before I got to hold you. Without running to the bathroom.” He teases her. But she gladly accepted. Ben held her close, her ear on his heart, his arms around her, the sound of it beating made her fall asleep faster than anticipated. So did he. The next morning Ben woke up to a noise, coming from the kitchen. He looked at the clock. 9AM.  

He looked at Y/N who was still laying on his chest. Proud he smiled thinking to let her sleep for a few more minutes.  

“Y/N sweetheart it’s time to wake up.” your mom opened the door. “Oh, oh I'm so sorry.” she looked away. “Good morning.” Ben smiled not even the least bit embarrassed to be caught in her daughter’s bed. “Breakfast is ready and most of the family is already arrived.” She said before leaving the room. “Thanks, we’ll be down in a sec.” Ben noticed Y/N slowly woke up. “Were you just talking?” She asked with a sleepy head. “Yeah, your mom told me breakfast is ready.” Ben answered casually. “WHAT!” Y/N jumped up. “Yeah, and your family is already here.” - “Oh, no no no, I need to get you out of here!” Ben pulled her on his lap. ”Or, I could stay.” he said while kissing, breathing heavy. “You are insane.” She looked at him. “What are they going to do? Your mother already saw me.”  

You and Ben started to get dressed when you heard a knock on the door. Ben opened the door. “Honey, your aunt Martha is also downstairs, now that Soldier Boy is here, maybe he could you know, say something.” She smiled shy. Ben looked with a lot of questions at you. Y/N quickly explained. “Aunt Martha used to be a back-up dancer for you. “Don’t worry, I got it.” Ben said placing a hand on your mother’s shoulders. ”Besides, please call me Ben” He worked his charm again on her. “Oh, so sweet of you, you can call me Mary.” “You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You said to Ben when your mom left again. “My pleasure” he said kissing your lips before heading down. You heard your mom saying that she needs another chair, whispering that her daughter wasn’t alone last night.  

You both walked in the dining room, all eyes on Ben who had no choice but to wear his suit. But he made a wise choice to leave the protective gear and weapons upstairs. Now it looked like a green long-sleeved shirt with a turtleneck and green pants and combat boots. You quickly noticed that your parents had invited Dylan and his family again. Y/N loved the look on his face when he recognised Ben. Your mother was so over the moon to show off that she now was on first name basis with the world most famous superhero she over did her performance. “Ben sweety, coffee?” She asked in her sweeter than honey voice. But Ben understood the assignment “That would be amazing, Mary.” He winked at her. Then he looked over at your Aunt Martha. ”I’m sorry but, have we met before?” You could see her eyes twinkle. “Well, met not really, I used to be a back-up dancer and an extra in one of your movies.” “What movie? “ He asked and then pretended to think. “Maggy, no ... Martha? Am I right?” Smooth, very smooth Y/N thought.  

Ben seemed to have won over the woman. It surprises you how civilized he is in a setting like this. He listened to the stories that were told at the table even laughed at the silly jokes. He placed his hand on your chair rubbing his thumb over your shoulder. Y/N could see her dad giving criticising looks over at the two of you, after a while he got up and walked over. “Ben, I was wondering. You are raised with older classic principals, being born in, what was it 1918?  

”September 1919.”He corrected him.“ And I guess you can say so.” “That makes you what over 50 years old.” Y/N closed her eyes knowing where this was going. “And as a man with influence at that age I can only imagen you have “enjoyed” the company of many women over these years.” He looked over at Martha, who knew how many of her colleague dancers were treated on a night with Soldier Boy himself, every year she would brag about her adventures and how she managed to stay a virgin until marrying your uncle.  

“So, why is it that a man as yourself all of the sudden, after 4 years working for you and your girlfriend, her best friend Countess, is interested in my Babygirl?” He continued his interrogation. But Ben stayed cool. “Well, A few weeks ago we shared a heart-to-heart talk about our frustrations at Vought. And other things. And that was when I realised Y/N and I have a lot in common. Besides Crimson Countess and me that is a publicity stunt, nothing real about it. ” “ In common...” Your father echoed. “She is in her 20s she has nothing in common with a man who is the same age as her parents. Beside and I’m sure you would agree, being raised traditionally, that a young woman needs a husband, a respected man like Dylan to start a family, but that isn’t possible if she is... soiled.”  

“DAD!” ”Richard!” You and your mom yell at the same time. This time Ben got slowly up and took a step closer to him. “Soiled?” He smirked getting really irritated by now.  

“You think I made your daughter do anything she didn’t want to?” Ben stood eye to eye with him.  

“I’m not saying that, I’m just wondering how much power a man like yourself has over an innocent young woman.” Y/N could see Ben clench his fist, she quickly got up to hold his hand. “Dad, Ben never forced me into doing anything. Better yet, the one man who did force himself on to me, who as you put is so gracefully soiled me, is the one you and mom keep inviting even though I begged you two not to.” Y/N looked at her mom with tears in your eyes. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find someone who I can trust.” Y/N’s tears started to fall of her cheeks. “And yes, Ben might be older and made terrible mistakes, but he is the first person who tries his best for me, who tries to be a better man, instead of forcing me into doing something I don’t want because he is my boyfriend and then eat and drink at our table without regret!” Ben placed a hand on her back what made Y/N stand taller now. ” If that means I have to accept that I won’t be having a family or need to live in his shadow, be a secret, I will...”  

Ben looked surprised by Y/N’s words. ”Sweetheart, I’m not planning on keeping you a secret.” “B-But CC, Vought?” Y/N looked hopeful at him. “Crimson can be replaced, maybe she can finally work on her one-woman act.”  

“I would lose my job.” - “You said it yourself, I’m practically Vought, If I say you stay you stay. I’ll create a new job for you or make you head of public relations at Vought.” Ben meant what he said. “Or I could hang up the suit, start a family, if that is what you want...” Y/N’s eyes grew big. “I, eh, I do need some time to think... About all of the above.” Ben kissed her, let me know when you ready.

Since the party was over, Y/N decided to stay at the Vought tower for a couple of days, taking a spare room. Ben walked in. ”Alright, let’s talk about it...”  

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Jealous

Seeing his lady attract so much attention got Gale going in more ways than one. NSFW. Based on this post.

On the outside, Gale Dekarios was charming. Smiling. Happy. Polite. On the inside, however, he was seething. He and Ramona had decided to head downstairs to get some light refreshment when he noticed several people leering at her and now one man was speaking with her at the bar.

He’s close.

Dangerously close.

Don’t you dare touch her.

She likes it when I touch her. Only me.

I am her lover. I am her future husband…hopefully. I am her god…well, in bed. Don’t worry, Selune---you’re very much her favorite deity!

Gale stared at young tiefling flirting with her. He was tall, muscular, and had incredibly menacing horns. He’s got a handsome face as well---square jaw, a perfectly proportional nose, and striking eyes. And what a head of hair!

Everything I’m not.

No. No. She wants me. She chose me. Even when Astarion was throwing himself at her left and right, she still chose me.

He decided he had had enough and made his way to Ramona.

My beautiful girl. Perfect in every way. So damn oblivious. A trap could bite her and then detonate, and she’d still be looking for it. Gale casually walked up to her and the young man, hearing the last part of their conversation.

“—the bluebonnets are nice this time of year. Maybe we could go and see them if you want?” he asked, smiling warmly.

Ramona, however, was nodding politely, and her expression completely neutral. She lit up when she saw Gale approach, turning her head to greet him with a kiss. A chaste one. I’m not some lout wanting to show everyone who leered at her to whom she belongs. No, I will show her that in private. “Oh, sorry---my partner’s arrived. Hope you have a good rest of your evening, saer.”

The look on the young man’s face was pure disappointment. He bowed. “You as well, my lady.”

When he was out of earshot, Ramona sighed and placed her hand over her heart. “Oh thank fuck you arrived, love. I was desperately trying to think of ways for me to stop talking to him while still waiting here for our food.” She beamed at him, and Gale felt her tail wrap around his hips. Good gods, the things she does to me.

“Dearest, I very well could not have left you here to suffer inane conversation. What kind of gentleman would I be if I did?” He draped his arm around her broad shoulders, his fingers daring to go just the slightest, no one will see bit under her top to play with a bra strap.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red. “Well, you could’ve…I don’t know…let me suffer?” She glanced up at him and giggled as his index finger traced a circle with the strap in the middle. “No, you’re far too good of a man for that. A very naughty, good man.”

That’s it. I need to get her upstairs. Now. He turned to the bartender and flashed a grin. “My dear man, could the food we ordered be brought to the second room in the suites upstairs?” Gale smiled to himself as he caught her raising an eyebrow, placing several good pieces on the counter. Not to worry---the countess can always send more gold.

“Aye, sure. No problem.”

With a nod, he took her hand and led her towards the stairs. As they walked up, she laughed breathlessly. “Gale love, what on earth has gotten into you?”

“I’ll explain in one moment, my beauty.” They entered the suite common room and then made a beeline for their room, closing and locking the door behind him. Gale could feel the sweat dripping from his brow as he touched his earring, the glamour disappearing.

“Love—”

His lips crashed against hers in an instant, and his arms wrapped around her soft, thick waist. When he broke the kiss, he began to paw at her top. “Do you know how many people were staring at you? Watching you? Leering at you?” he growled. “All of them looking at your every curve, your pretty eyes, your heaving cleavage…and that young so-and-so, thinking he could charm you? Ha!” Once she was down to her smalls, he practically ripped his robes off. “What fools these mortals be---thinking they could compete with me for your affections?” You chose me. You want me. Out of all the people in the world, all of our companions…you chose me. And most days I still cannot believe it. “You’ve shown me time and time again one fundamental truth, my love. Do you know what it is?” He reached behind her and unclasped her bra with ease, freeing her large and extremely soft breasts from their confines.

Her bright blue eyes never left him as she watched him help her with her clothes and then remove his. “N-no?” she whispered; her eyes wide.

Gale cupped a breast and leaned against one of her short black horns. “That I am yours, and you, in turn, are all mine.” This pair of underwear is already tight enough and falling apart, so I suppose… His other hand reached for an existing tear in his underwear and tore them off, finally liberating my cock. Gods take me, she does things to me. “My love, my sweetest lady, my dearest one, I need you. I need you right now.” Backing her up towards the foot of the bed, he kissed her again. The kiss was sloppy and passionate, not his usual controlled, chivalrous ones he shared with her in public.

As she hit the bed, she fell backwards and let out an amused cry. “Gods Gale, were there really that many people looking at me?!” She panted in disbelief and removed her panties, tossing them on the floor. I’ll put them in the dirty clothes pile later. Everything should be organized, my dear! She moved up the length of the bed, her tail swishing all the while. “I didn’t think anyone was—”

“By Elminster’s beard, of course there were!” He sighed as he crawled to her. Stopping to line himself with her glistening cunt (fucking hells, she is so wet), Gale put his weight on his hairy forearms, nearly pressing onto her. “My love, you are alluring to anyone with eyes! And I suppose, everyone without eyes when they hear you speak! So many eyes on you—ah!” He exhaled sharply as he entered her, and she moaned wantonly. Sing for me, my angel. I want to hear it all…hear how you’re mine… “But all I could think was how you. Are. Mine.” Punctuating each word with a thrust, his rhythm became faster every second. Mine. Yours. All mine. All yours. Forever. Always.

The claws on one of her hands threaded through his silky hair as the other lightly dragged along his back. “Gale…please…”

“Too much?” He panted and hung his head to glance at her face. “If it is, I—”

She shook her head, her expression as light and bright as could be. “More, love. More…please…”

Whatever the lady desires, so it shall be done! Thrusting harder, he tugged at her plump lower lip and moaned. “You are…so beautiful…one day…you’ll see…will do anything…to have you see…what I see…”

“And you?” she asked as she reached where they were joined. Good girl. Such a good girl. “Will you see yourself as I see you, my handsome wizard?” Ramona moaned again, her cheeks now bright red. “Gale…so close, love…”

He quickly pressed a kiss to her lips. “So am I, my sweet…ah, tell me, darling…tell me I’m yours…”

“You’re mine!” she cried, her climax hitting her hard. “You’re all mine…my Gale…”

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he nearly screamed as he released several torrents of seed into her. He rolled off her, panting heavily. “Thank you for indulging me, sweetness. You truly are the most wonderful woman in all the realms.”

Minding her horns (she’s always so careful not to nick me with her horns and claws), she curled into his soft side, head resting on his plush hairy chest and her tail swishing happily. “And you are the most wonderful man.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Ramona quickly rose from bed and grabbed her black silk robe. As soon as we “moved into” the Elfsong Tavern, she grabbed that very sexy robe and returned saying she “needed” it. Well, it turns out I need it too because godsdamn, she looks incredible wearing it. “Hi, thank you so much! Here you go.” She took the tray of food and handed the waiter a handful of gold before she closed the door. She didn’t tie it well enough because there it goes! Dinner and a show---who’s better than me? His mouth salivated at the sight of her jiggling belly and swaying hips more so than the charcuterie plate he ordered.

A long night ahead, I think. Perhaps I should give into my less than gentlemanly tendencies more often…

#ramona wildheart #plus size tav #jealous gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tiefling tav #cleric tav #galemance #this fic came about because that post lol #they love each other your honor #chubby gale #plus size tiefling #ramona “my goddess is selune except in bed when it's gale” wildheart

[theintrovertbean]

Remember when I posted this? This is what I meant when I said I was writing something about high heels.

Summary: Nadia has beautiful legs and y/n wholeheartedly agrees.

This isn't smut, but there's some naughtiness implied. So, just to be safe, minors DNI.

Linguistics classes are boring, so I spend them writing about Nadia instead 🤗 That's just what I do, write adult content when I should be paying attention to my seminars. I will keep doing it.

I wrote like half of this at uni instead of listening to whatever the fuck that class was, and my friend sitting next to me was like o.o when they looked at my phone. But the bitch is back (no, not really, I'm just blessing you with a crumb of content before I retreat to my hiding again.) Anyway, I thought I'd give myself a break and write for the sake of writing about something that doesn't give me anxiety, and what's better than Nadia's legs to ease my stress? Damn, that rhymes. Don't mind my little vent, idk why I'm even writing this but it's almost 3 am and I no longer care.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it. Have a good one, simps!

Heeled Seduction (Nadia x Reader)

She's a strong, smart woman. She can take care of herself and she doesn't need help. But when I watch her undress and then put on her extravagant gown for the upcoming event, I can't help but notice her high heels waiting for her to put them on. I remind myself that no, she does not need help with something so trivial, but the more I entertain the thought, the more tempting it becomes.

She sits down on a plush chair and pushes a stray piece of hair behind her ear. My heart melts at the sight of her, but if I want to do this, then this is my chance.

"Nadia," I call out her name. It comes naturally to me at this point as she's had me cry out her name in pleasure countless times.

She looks at me with curiosity in her intense gaze. "Yes, love?"

I don't answer. I simply walk toward her and then lower myself onto one knee in front of her. My Countess raises an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling up into one of those cheeky smiles that I love so much. She watches me with interest, awaiting my next move.

I gently lift her foot and guide it into the shoe, my fingers brushing against her delicate skin and I can feel her shiver beneath my touch. Having such an effect on the embodiment of perfection, on a goddess like her, fills me with pride.

"Oh my," She begins with a smile. "How attentive of you, my darling. Allow me to assist you."

Then she grabs a fistful of her dress, slowly, teasingly lifting it higher to give me better access. She reveals her strong thigh, only to my eyes, and I have to gulp. Inch by inch, she tortures me with her beauty. I'm quite certain she knows that she doesn't have to lift it so high. My sweet, loving Nadia—always teasing me at every chance she gets.

Encouraged by her seduction, I put my hand on her other leg, fingers caressing and massaging her strong calf gently. "Have I ever told you," I lean forward, pressing a kiss onto her skin right under her knee. "how beautiful your legs are?"

"Hm, I don't think you have," My Countess answers, the tone of her voice warm and low and the smile on her face playful but loving. "Why don't you elaborate?"

"Well, your skin is so soft here," I say and lift her leg, putting it over my shoulder. "I love how it feels against my mouth. So delicate and smooth." When I brush my lips against her thigh and my breath caresses her, I can see her clutching the armrest just a little tighter. "But your legs are also very strong." I rest my hand on the side of her thigh, drawing circles into it with my thumb. "Perfect for..." I drag my lips across her skin, going higher and higher until I can feel the heat radiating from her core. "Smothering."

My love chuckles and I look up to see her cheeks colored with a blush. "Aah, yes, they'd look so beautiful around your head."

"They certainly would," I smirk against her inner thigh and I'm certain she wants nothing more than for me to continue. "But!" I exclaim and put her leg down, shifting my body away from hers. "We have a party to attend. The rest can wait."

I swear I can hear her mutter a small damn you, y/n under her breath while I quickly put on her other high heel. When I finish, I immediately feel her fingers grasping my chin, guiding me to look up at her. "When it is done, I hope you intend to use that teasing, wicked mouth of yours for something more pleasurable," She whispers to me, and I can already feel my cheeks burning under her gaze. Here, at the feet of my mistress, my countess, my love, I feel a sense of belonging.

"If that's what milady wishes."

#and then they smashed #nadia satrinava #countess nadia #the arcana nadia #nadia the arcana #arcana nadia #the arcana #nadia arcana #arcana #nadia x mc #nadia x apprentice #nadia x reader

[mishapocalyse]

Come Marching Home

Soldier Boy x Depressed!Sad!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of depression and mental illness. Soldier Boy is his own warning! Language.

Description: Soldier Boy gets a call from his best girl, you. However, instead of the happy, giggling sweetheart he's used to loving. It is a side that you hate. He's marching home, your--Soldier Boy.

Crimson Countess had stood next to her boss as his mind wandered elsewhere. These fucking movie shoots, oh how he despised them. Although he did want to admit he’d get to ogle pretty women who’d always be almost clad nude, walking amongst the supes’. He found himself only thinking about that one girl back home. The one he had to force himself out of bed from every morning. He’d reluctantly roll over to the edge, reluctantly kiss her goodbye, reluctantly close the door behind him. He never wanted to leave her side—he could drop all of this if he ever wanted to. However, this is what he had to do.

For her.

Countess nudged him with her elbow, knocking him from his thoughts.

“What.” He asked, his attention turning to her.

Countess, not wanting to start an argument kept her voice low and content.

“You’ve been acting really off lately. The fuck is your problem?” She questions, pressing a hand to his chest.

“Need me to take care of something for you? You seem stressed.” Countess reached down to firmly plant her other hand to his groin.

Soldier Boy pushes her away from him, the others taking notice. The PA hurriedly walking towards them to make sure everything was ready for the day of shooting. His green eyes that were sea foam in color, the ones that usually sparkled in admiration for his girl, were dark and filled with an anger, a disappointment in the woman in front of him. He gripped to Countess’s arm giving it a harsh squeeze.

“Don’t fucking touch me, we’ve been over this. We aren’t fucking together, Cooze.” He spits.

Countess did not take kindly to that.

“And who are you fucking now, hm?” She asks but he doesn’t answer.

Instead, he’s walking away from her, away from everyone for the day. He sits with his hands folded and his head hanging low, trying to calm himself down before he punched someone. That moment of silence was ruined when a hard knock at his trailer’s door interrupted his thoughts.

“Can’t a man get an ounce of fucking peace around here, for fucks sake.” He pushed himself up from the chair, ripping the trailer door open to find his assistant shaking, terrified of him.

“Better be important, or you can find yourself another fucking like of work, sweetheart.” He threatens, out of the ordinary.

The assistant nods as she becomes him to come out.

“You have a call on line one, someone is asking for you.” She states.

“Tell them to call back later. I’m busy at the moment.” He replies, his arms crossed.

She heaves a shaky sigh. “Afraid she won’t take no for an answer, sir.”

Soldier Boy after hearing that practically runs to the phone. He’s worried now, not giving a shit that his teammates are watching him. When his hands land on the phone inside the small office space he’s happy.

“Hey pretty girl, you alright?” He whispers into the phone.

But his girls voice is pained. He noticed she’d been crying, possibly for a good minute, her breath is shaky, she’s sniffling, until finally she’s breaking down with him over the phone.

"Y/N? Baby...what's wrong-"

"I miss you." you said, sniffling. "I know you're busy. I shouldn't have called. Are you mad at me now?"

"No." he began. "No...no, no--baby, I'm not mad at you. I miss you too pretty girl. Tell me what's wrong." He murmurs.

For a second he thinks he will wait to go home. But he does otherwise.

"I love you, pretty girl. I have to get going. I'll see you soon." He waits for you to answer, instead it is replaced with silence.

Soldier Boy ignores Countess, ignores his assistant walking behind him, ignores his teammates awkward stares and yelling after him. Once he is in the truck, he's driving to get you flowers, food and things that he knows will cheer you up. He plowed through the store, pushing aside fans, making it his personal mission to get home to you.

His pretty girl.

Soon, he is pulling into the driveway, running to the front door. Anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off. You were special.

You were his.

"Y/N? Are you here?" He hollered up the stairs of your shared home. He purchased it for you both to get away from the spotlight.

He could hear you softly sobbing in your shared room, his boots clunking up the steps towards you. Then he's opening the door, ready to be here for you. Once Soldier Boy sees the room, it is over. He's changing into his pajamas, throwing his shield to the floor, coming to your aid as his strong arms wrap around you in a loving embrace. You knew he wouldn't be doing this for anyone else. Yes, you knew how he was with other women, but when he came home, he came home ready to be with you.

"I'm here, pretty girl." He envelops you in his embrace, light feathery kisses trapped upon your cheek, your neck, your shoulders.

He's running a hand through your hair, tousling it between his calloused fingers. You're breaking in front him again, your eyes red and puffy from how much you had been crying.

"I was scared that maybe you wouldn't come home. It was a stupid thought. I feel so stupid doing this to you. I shouldn't have called you when you were at work. I'm sorry. " You cried between sobs.

"Shh." He planted a kiss on your temple, brushing away the hot, wet tears streaking down your face. "I understand. I missed you too, baby."

"You don't understand though. I'm a fucking mess, I hate myself and the way I look. I see you with Crimson Countess and these outrageously gorgeous women and I sit here and think, I wish that were me up there with you. I want to be there with you. But there is this part of me that also doesn't want to be here period. Maybe you would do better without me, Ben. I feel like I am a burden when I am around you, like I weight you down--" He steals your lips in a firm, haughty kiss. Dragging you under him in one fluid motion. You're on fire in an instant as his fingertips lightly brush against the cool skin of your stomach. When he pulls away his eyes are wet, brimming with tears that never fell. You could clearly tell how he felt about you.

"I could never think you were ever a burden to me, Y/N. You are the only woman that puts up with my shit. I get lucky every night, even if I'm not trying to put a bun in the oven, pretty girl. I don't want another woman. I want you. You think that I like perusing the town with other women? I fucking don't. It's a waste of my time. Before you? Yeah, I fucked around, did what I wanted, and then you--fell from whatever place you came from and I had to say to myself, 'fuck, there is a God.'" You playfully slap his arm through your tears, as you tried to smile. Your hands raising to caress his face, looking into his exhausted eyes.

"I love you. I always will pretty girl." He smiles, bending down to press another harsh kiss to your lips, his scruffy beard scratching your face.

The kisses were the sweetest when he was with you, the nights where he would hold you as close as he could, afraid that if you let go, you would wither away in his grasp. He's gotten a lot better as a person, he may be an asshole. A narcissistic prick, but with you? He was the perfect man. He never let you forget how much you meant to him. The love of your life.

Your little Soldier Boy.

#soldier boy x reader #Soldier boy the boys #the boys #the boys soldier boy #ben gilman #ben gilman x reader #the boys x reader #soldier boy #jensen ackled #jensen Ackles #jensen ackles the boys

[tessa-liam]

Isle of Misfits 

Chapter 9 – Inconvenient Truths 

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA x ?

Series: Isle of Misfits, Round Robin 24, hosted by @choicesprompts 

Word Count:  1405

Characters: TRR – Liam Rys, Leo Rys, Olivia Nevrakis, Madeleine Amaranth 

                       RoE – Katie Rys 

                       TNA – Sam Dalton 

                       CoP – Trystan Thorne 

Warnings: M *(swearing, references to depression, alcohol abuse, suicide, infidelity) 

“Something’s burning…” 

Leo stopped short. The scent was subtle, but unmistakable. 

Smoke. 

Olivia and Leo exchanged worried glances, before darting down the corridor, following the faint acrid scent to its source. 

It didn't take them long to track down the fire, the smoke was now billowing out from beneath the door at the end of the hallway. 

Olivia pushed Leo back. "Get back! I'm calling the fire department!" 

"But—" 

"Just do as you're told, for once in your life!" the fiery redhead ordered, already stabbing at the numbers on her mobile phone. 

Leo's shoulders raised in defiance. But no sooner had he complied, than the door to the suite burst open, and a large plume of dark grey smoke billowed out. 

Coughing and spluttering, Sam Dalton, was waving the acrid haze out of his face. 

"Sam?" Leo exclaimed concernedly, stepping forward. "What the fuck, man.!?"

"I'm okay!" Sam assured him, trying to clear his throat. 

Olivia put her phone on hold, her eyes darting over the wayward billionaire, looking for any injuries. "Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure..." Sam said, taking a few shaky steps into the corridor. 

Olivia's sharp eyes narrowed. "Are you drunk?" 

"No," Sam scoffed, before reconsidering his statement. "Well, a little. I may have had one or two shots." 

"Or a whole bottle," Olivia murmured, rolling her eyes. 

"I don't know about that..." Sam muttered, looking around himself in bemusement. "I was just trying to put together some food, and... well, next thing I know, there's a fire. Must have forgotten to turn off the hot plate." 

"Are you kidding me?" Leo exploded. "You nearly set the building on fire, just because you couldn't be bothered to make a sandwich?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I know..." Sam mumbled. "It was stupid." 

"I'll say!" there is a Michelin star chef here on the island, why are you even trying to cook?"

"It wasn't like I was trying to kill myself or anything," Sam grumbled, as he staggered off in the direction of his room. "I just couldn't remember if it was gas or electric. It's a common mistake." 

"No, it's a common sign of early dementia," Olivia retorted. 

"Nah," Sam scoffed, raising his middle finger and slammed his door shut.

The sound of an elevator sounded down the hall. Countess Madeleine Amaranth, a member of Liam's council and Leo's former betrothed, strode towards Leo and Olivia.

Madeleine's cold green eyes took in the smoke damage to the door. "What's going on here? The building is still standing, I see."

Liam had enlisted Madeleine to help reform Leo as a role model for royal decorum since she was a stickler for etiquette and was the queen of spin. True to his promise.

"It's called karma, you idiot," Olivia muttered back, folding her arms and smirking. 

"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" Leo growled.

"Ah, Madeleine," Leo greeted her, turning on the charm. 

"Leo," Madeleine acknowledged coolly. 

"What brings you here, on this fine evening?" Leo asked.

"Liam has requested my assistance. Apparently, you need remedial lessons in proper manners." 

"Remedial...?" 

"Yes. We have already seen that you cannot handle an engagement," she says, glancing at Olivia, who glared back, "or a marriage, or a mistress, or even a simple friendship..." 

"You're not seriously still mad about that, are you?" Leo exclaimed. 

"About being publicly embarrassed, or humiliated? Oh, no. That is water under the bridge," she mocked. "However, Liam has asked me to tutor you in proper decorum. So, if you are finished with your tantrum, perhaps we can begin?" 

Leo's jaw tightened. 

"Well, I think we've got things sorted here," Olivia said, laying a hand on Leo's arm. "If you'll excuse me, Maddy." 

Madeleine's eyes narrowed. "You're not going anywhere. You are to meet with Trystan Thorne. I'm sure he'll find that your presence will be beneficial during his sessions." 

"What? You're not my superior." Olivia objected, glaring at the tall blonde. 

"I am if Liam says so," Madeleine shot back. 

Leo's shoulders raised as Olivia's grip tightened painfully. 

"Now, if you don't mind," Madeleine continued imperiously. "I need to have a chat with my wayward student." 

"Your wayward—!" 

"Ow!" cried Leo, wincing. "You're going to leave a bruise, Livvie..." 

"That's the plan!" Olivia retorted, digging her fingers into his bicep. 

"Come on, Olivia," Leo implored, gently prying her fingers loose. "Let's just get this over with." 

Olivia looked like she wanted to argue the point, but Leo's pleading gaze eventually softened her resolve. 

"Fine," she growled. "But you're on your own next time, your highness." 

"Sure," Leo agreed, sighing. 

Olivia gave him a warning look, before stomping off down the corridor. 

"Shall we?" Madeleine prompted Leo to offer his arm for her to take.

*** 

"This is pointless," Leo announced, leaning back on the lounge chair and closing his eyes. After many hours of intense etiquette lectures, role plays, quizzes and more, he felt his stomach rumble as they waited for lunch to be prepared by the Michelin chef, sans alcohol. 

"What's pointless is the amount of money Liam has spent on trying to make you a decent human being," Madeleine bit back, flipping the cover of her personal binder of court decorum closed. 

"I am a decent human being," Leo countered, frowning. "I'm a far better man than you'll ever know." 

"Oh, really?" Madeleine challenged, raising her eyebrow. "Then how come your wife is threatening divorce?" 

"That is none of your business, or Liam's for that matter," Leo snapped, opening his eyes. "And just for the record, my life is none of yours either. You don't know the first thing about love, or me." 

"I know you can't keep it in your pants," she retorts, rolling her eyes. 

"So do I," a voice came from the doorway. 

Leo turned towards the speaker in shock.

"Katie," Leo breathed shallowly, pushing himself upright. 

"Don't get too excited," Katie told him, folding her arms. "I'm not here for you. I'm here for the kids." 

"You're... you're..."  Leo stammered nervously. 

Looking at her husband, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost. 

"Why are you here, Katie?" Leo demanded, standing up. 

"Your brother sent me to help," she explained, looking everywhere but at him. 

Madeleine excused herself and quietly sauntered out with her binder in hand.

"Yes. He thought it might help to have me here. Help you remember what is important. Family, love, loyalty." 

Leo shook his head, moving slowly towards her. "You don't get it. I'm not the same man anymore." 

"Then maybe it's time to prove it." Katie said. 

"That's what I'm trying to do!" Leo shot back, stopping in place. "I'm here, aren't I?"  

At that moment, Leo understood why Liam sent him to the island. His epiphany.

"I have to go," Katie said, her eyes softening. "I'll be back later, when you've had time to process this." 

Leo watched her walk away, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. 

*** 

Later, Leo found himself sitting on his balcony, staring at a glass of scotch. He had resisted the urge to drink it, but he was still tempted. His phone buzzed on the table, and he reached for it. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey," came the reply. 

"I made a grave mistake ..." 

Leo paused, relieved at the sound of his fellow 'in-mate'.

"Thorne." 

“How so?” 

"Well, remember when we met at the bar with your brother. I should have believed your brother. That he would be true to his word with his threat." 

“Oh boy, this sounds painful.” Leo smirked, already knowing where this conversation was heading.. 

“Who did he partner you with?” 

“Olivia Nevrakis! She is terrifying! Put a dagger to my throat when I dissed her. She threatened to go lower if I didn't pay attention.” 

"Did she now? Maybe she's the one you need to focus on," Leo mused. 

"She's so intense, it's scary. And she has no interest in me. She is only here because Liam asked her to be.” 

"And here I thought she was coming here for me," Leo sighed, taking a swig of the scotch. 

"Hey, what happened with that countess?" 

Leo paused. "I... I... what did you hear?" 

"That she's going to stay a couple more days." 

"That's just great," Leo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just what I need." 

>>next writer @twinkleallnight

#the royal romance #choicesprompts #isle of misfts #round robin #choices fanfic #trr fanfic #round robin 2024

[mafiasliege]

I dare you to let me go

(This is part 7 of my fic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 6 ↓

AVERY

The next two months may have been the worst time of Avery's life. Poverty, attempts on her life, pressure of the world, nothing compared to this. She threw herself even more into her work, tried not to be in the house that suddenly felt so lonely. Jameson and her didn't spend every waking moment together, even before everything went to hell, but he'd always be there. Making mischief, speeding cars on the track, sunbathing in the solarium or jumping off of his beloved climbing wall. She could feel him being there, and that was a great comfort. Now it felt so empty.

Jameson was still in the UK. He had come home for Christmas and New Year's, though. But the Hawthorne House was big enough for him to never see her.

She had to do something. Just because he told her to go away doesn't mean she'd just obey.

The next day, Alisa was in her office with Gray.

"Alisa. I need you to research every loophole on this."

The next few hours, the for of them discussed every possible outcome regarding her… proposition.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Avery?" Grayson asked her, even though he jumped on board with the idea.

"Yes."

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"Hey, Priscilla."

"Oh dear! Get inside, you all."

"That's okay. Is Jameson not home?" That was Xander, peeking in.

"Oh no, sweetie. He's in London. He had been since his mot was here two weeks ago."

Avery frowned. "A mot?"

"The blonde one."

"What's her name?"

"Don't know, girl. Mario tells me she's the Countess of Caithness. Real charmer."

Mario was the security at the front gate. No doubt they'd talked around. Even the media had gotten the hint they weren't together anymore. Their theories only made her feel worse.

Avery tried to mask her disappointment. He was flying around the globe like it was a ball, but he'd only come home for the sake of holidays. Just when she'd tracked him down, he was in London.

She was nervous on the flight there, and Xander tried using his distraction skills to it's best.

"What do you think he's doing in London? You know, other than getting into trouble."

Avery ignored that and voiced her fears thoughts instead, "do you think he's dating someone?"

"Probably." Said Lyra, casually sipping on her Manhattan. "What? It could happen. He's single and a Hawthorne. It could even be that blonde." She shrugged when Grayson glared at her.

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Jameson was not in his apartment, not at the mercy, and not with Simon. Max had stumbled into a famous bookstore. After Avery started panicking again, Lyra tried to redeem herself for her previous taunting, and dragged them to her favourite bar place in the city.

"You need to chill. Come on, the Manhattan on the flight has started losing its effect, anyway."

Inside the club, called The Onyx, Avery realised how fucked up a sense of humour life had, when she saw Jameson… with a girl.

"We did not go through so much trouble with Sheffield Grayson just for you to commit murder yourself," Grayson said, warning Avery, her dagger eyes on Jameson and the pretty blonde sitting together. He proceeded to say something that made them both laugh a lot and she touched his arm. It was his real laugh, which only made her more jealous.

"Gray's right. Max says it's harder to hide bodies in winter." Why Max knew that, no one knew. "Besides, don't you need to, you know, be married to be Countess?"

"Caithness is in Scotland, Xan. Some women there can just inherit the title. As a matter of fact, she's on google. Unmarried." She showed him a Wikipedia page.

While Lyra and Xan kept chattering, Jameson had spotted them. She waved at him. They got up and came toward them.

The blonde put out her hand, "Bridget. Nice to meet you." Avery put aside the most vivid fantasies she had sitting there of pulling the hand that touched him and burn it, and shook it instead. "Avery."

After initial introductions, avery excused herself to the bathroom.

Stay cool, calm, and collected.

"Heiress."

Avery turned around to see Jameson standing there. She turned around slowly to face him. He looked so beautiful, it hurt. His eyes seemed brighter, somehow. And his face and posture looked more relaxed, like when you water a drying plant. She felt equal parts guilty and ashamed that it took him leaving her to feel like himself again.

"I have to tell you something." He just nodded. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest.

"I gave up the Hawthorne foundation. It officially belongs to Grayson now." Jameson was shocked. He blinked twice, as if it wasn't real and all in his head.

"How? I thought you couldn't-"

"I told you, I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever. But i had too many expectations from too many people. I had to release some of it. So, I researched every loophole the past couple of months, and made it official, it can't be undone now. And i wouldn't have it any other way." She always knew the Hawthorne foundation was what Grayson really missed about losing the inheritance, and she had her own foundation, her own purpose.

She kept talking, if he wasn't going to.

"So, your girlfriend's nice." The best way to cut out the awkward parts, according to her, was to rip off the bandaid asap.

“I'm not here on a date. Bridget's just a friend,” Jameson said in a small voice.

“Then why…”

"Why did Priscilla say-" his eyes glittered with emotion.

“Because I knew you'd ask her. Because I'm afraid of getting too attached again. I've been fighting against my still-consistent longing for you, and I almost gave in. I don’t…” He inhaled a shuddering breath.

“I’m scared I’ll go back and lose myself again. I’m scared you’ll get comfortable and take back you're words. I can’t go through that a second time, Avery. I can’t.” Avery put her hands on his neck.

"I won't, Jameson. I'll never take us back to that time." She pressed her forehead against his.

“Give us another chance,” she said. “One last chance. I promise I won’t hurt you. I know my promises don’t mean much to you anymore, and that's entirely my own doing, but tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

This time, it was her who waited. Waited for so long, she wasn't sure he'd even heard her. When it became clear he wasn't going to say anything, she turned around.

"Heiress."

She hadn't even turned around halfway before Jameson grabbed her hand to gently pulled her toward him…

And kissed her.

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[welldonebeca]

Uncertain Ground (2)

Summary: After Herogasm, Abby meets Soldier Boy again. This time, though, he doesn’t plan on her leaving his sights again, and she realises there’s more to him than meets the eye. Pairing: Abby (OC) x Soldier Boy WC: 1.2k words Warnings: 1970s, time skip, graphic violence, angst.

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Abby held onto the seat as Soldier Boy raced through the street into her house, and was ready to hop into the shower the moment he let her go.

"I just need a minute to freshen up," she said quickly, not giving him the chance to stop her.

Was she really doing this? Scrubbing blood off of her hands to hop in bed with some A-lister after all that had happened in the bank?

Any idolisation she had for Soldier Boy had faded the second he snorted cocaine off her stomach, but.. he wanted her? As in: really wanted and desired her even after he had already fucked her?

Unkempt, untalented, unwanted leech Abby?

She gripped the sink, trying to push the ghost of her mother back into her stupid grave.

She was fucking dead. Her words should be too.

Abby breathed in before finally stepping out of the bathroom, leaving her suit inside and just wrapping a robe around herself, and frowned when her ears caught glass clicking.

"Ben?" she was back in the living room.

He raised a glass, drinking her bourbon.

"You got nice taste," he hummed.

Her face heated up and she tried to pull her robe tighter around herself, as if to conceal her body from him, but it was like Ben could see right through her.

"Come here " he instructed, patting his thigh.

Oh.

When her powers emerged at a young age, it felt like any delicate detail of her was ripped right out of her hands.

She was strong and she knew it, and maybe to some, it was liberating, but her mother always reminded her of how she wasn’t a real woman and no one would ever see her as one.

But there Ben was, making her feel small with just a simple movement of his hand.

"What's up with that robe?" he asked, relaxing back.

He was shirtless. She could see his flawless skin underneath, stomach a little soft over his muscles and just overall stupidly tempting.

He smirked, pulling her to seat her on his lap.

"You want me to unwrap you like a present again?"

Her face flushed and he smirked.

"Soldier…" she sighed.

He hummed, shaking his head.

"Ben," he corrected her.

Abby looked away, and he moved his hands up to her body, caressing her hips and then pushed her robe away.

"Perfect," he hummed. "Never found a woman this hot, you know?"

"What about countess?" she asked, not able to hold back her tongue.

He snorted

"I don't even fuck countess," he moved his hand up her stomach. "Not since I got a taste of you."

She wanted to doubt him. He was fucking Soldier Boy, he could have any girl he wanted.

Why would he-

But her thought process stopped when he captured her lips, kissing her deeply.

She moaned, letting his tongue slide in as one of his hands just threw her robe down, fondling her breasts in his rough hands.

"How wet are you for me?" he purred, pulling away from her lips and taking a hand down between her legs, and Abby gasped when he parted her folds with his finger. "Hm, baby... were you this wet when you saw me come to the rescue?"

"No," she protested, and whined when he pushed a finger into her.

He clicked his tongue.

"I don't think you weren't, baby," he decided. "I think you want me to take you right there. Could fuck you right in front of the reporters and you'd just take me."

She moaned.

"Ben," she protested.

Was he crazy?

He pushed a second finger into her, opening them and slowly fucking her.

"I could have laid you out on the hood of that police car and fucked you right there," he smirked, lips moving to her neck, kissing and teasing her skin. "Letting them all get the good angles of my cock fucking this pussy."

Abby couldn’t stop her brain from conjuring the images. It would’ve been so dirty, everyone would know that soldier boy fucked her, that he liked fucking her.

It made her gush at the thought of everyone knowing, but the embarrassment was still there. What would Vought say? It wouldn’t be good for either of their images.

"Ben!" she yelped, feeling a pinch in her clit.

“You’re thinking too loud, baby doll," he pulled his fingers out and lifted her. "No thoughts, just cock, baby."

He lifted her up, standing and wrapping her legs around his waist and making Abby gasp.

"Hold on, pretty doll," he commanded simply, not even looking like he was breaking a sweat as he walked to her room.

Ben closed her door shut with his foot and put her in her bed, smirking and taking off his pants quickly.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll feel it for days," he promised, tossing his clothes back. "Nothing will ever be better than my cock inside you, pretty doll. You'll never be able to get yourself off if not just rubbing that pretty bud because of how addicted you are to me."

She fell back on her bed, spreading he legs as he fumbled to finish undressing, and licked her lips by just looking at his cock.

"Hey," he called her. "Eyes up."

Abby looked up at his face, and Ben raised his chin.

"I'll fuck your face later, doll," he promised. "Right now, I want to pound that tight hole first."

Her face burned. She vaguely remembered sucking him off during herogasm - there was a lot she had forgotten thanks to whatever he had given her. Still, it was her first time sucking a guy off, and she wondered if she could get better with it for him.

He crawled into her bed and pulled her close, holding her thighs open and in place as his head pressed against her entrance.

"You feel what you do to me?" he teased her. "Made me hard as a rock, I got a nice big load waiting for you."

It was a good thing she had made herself get an IUD after the last time they saw one another. She was terrified of their encounter leaving more than just memories in her, and the moment she was free of that splitting headache, Abby had scheduled a visit to her doctor and popped that thing into her uterus.

She couldn't expect a man like Soldier Boy to always come prepared, plus, a secret part of her loved being filled, and by the looks of his balls, he wasn't lying.

Ben pushed his cock into her, not wasting any time to get what he wanted.

"Perfect tight cunt," he held her hips, thrusting hard into her. "I missed it so much, baby doll, you know that?"

She moaned, breathless at his strong movements.

"My perfect always virginal cunt," he chuckled.

Oh. He remembered.

They were interesting, her healing powers.

She hadn't met another female super talking about it, but having your hymen constantly regenerate was an interesting feeling.

"No hymen for me to break today, though, uh?" he remained. "What happened, baby doll? Were you touching yourself before they called you for help?"

She flushed. Yes, she was. In the morning, though, not right before they called her.

"Ben," she whined, embarrassed.

He laughed amid his grunts.

"God, what a little slut," he purred, taking his hand to caress her bud. "I should punish you."

She moaned, tossing her head back.

"Is that what you want?" he teased her. "Your Soldier Boy to punish you for being naughty?"

She nodded, needy.

"Next time you wanna touch yourself you'll have to ask my permission," he warned her. "And I'll know if you fucking do it, sweetheart. Don't test me."

Abby moaned, overfilled with pleasure, and he moved his hips faster.

"I'll spank your ass until you're begging me to stop," he growled. "And then I'll finally fuck that ass that's been haunting my dreams."

She gasped at the suggestion.

Her ass wasn't meant for fucking!

Ben looked at her face and laughed at her shock.

"Of course you've never been fucked in the ass before," he grunted. "Of. Fucking. Course."

Her mind was filled with so many questions.

What did he even mean with all that? Why had he even come after her? He could have called before, too, and-

"Nope, no more thinking, little whore," he pushed her legs up against her chest, getting even deeper into her.

Abby cried out at the brush of his cock against her cervix, pain mixing with pleasure as he dove into her, fucking using her.

"Ben," she moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to bring him close.

Soldier boy groaned, kissing her again as he slammed his cock into her.

He pulled back away from the kiss, face to face with her, and bit her lower lip with an intense look on his face.

"Mine," he growled. "All fucking mine."

His, yes. She was his.

She could feel the knot in her stomach starting to tighten more and more.

"Ben, I'm close! Please, please!" she begged.

Abby restrained herself from touching her cunt. She had to ask for permission now, after all.

His hand reached down and started to rub her clit, and she cried out.

"Ben!"

"So fucking sloppy," he groaned. "I'm gonna wreck this cunt until it is gaping."

She shook at his promise, his promise driving her over the edge.

Fuck. She loved his filthy mouth.

She went limp as she rode out her pleasure, though he continues to fuck her, his stamina keeping him going until she was about to peak again before he even came himself.

"Ben," she whined, mixed with a moan. "Want you to cum."

He chuckled.

"Want that, baby doll? Want me to make you drip?"

"Please," she moaned. "I need you, Ben."

Her pleading did it, and he pushed down onto the bed even further, fucking her loudly into she finally felt his seed filling her up.

She didn't even realise she was cumming with him until she was shaking and crying, much happier with the feeling of being filled to the brink than any other feeling.

"All mine, baby doll," Ben whispered, putting his face in the crook of her neck and kissing the skin there, keeping her close.

Her cheeks were wet with overwhelmed tears when he pulled away to look at her, and Ben moved his hands to her face, wiping her tears away in an oddly sweet way.

"Poor doll," he cooed, teasing her with a mocking pout. "Too much?"

"A little," she confessed, whining, squeezing around his cock, growing soft inside her. "You are just... everywhere."

"You like that, don't you?" he kissed her chin. "If I pull out, all my seed will drip out of you."

Abby panted.

"Ben," she whined.

"We can't have that," he kissed her chin.

He pulled back slowly, raising her hips and pulling his hand, making her hold herself in a very open position and keeping his cum inside by gravity.

"Stay just like that," he commanded. "Don't move."

She obeyed, a little uncomfortable but nothing as bad as her performances, though she was confused about what he was doing.

Ben walked out of her room and then came back, walking to her with something in his hand.

A plug.

"Ben?" she asked as he spread her folds open, quickly catching his seed before it started dripping out, scooping it back in and slowly pushing the toy inside.

"Pretty as a picture," he cooed.

She whimpered, squeezing around the plug as it settled in.

"You are gonna keep that in all night, okay?" he commanded, kissing her neck and pulling her legs back down, laying by her side and pulling her to his arms.

The night?

"Are... are you going to stay the night?" she found herself asking.

Ben pulled her to his chest, caressing her cheek.

He looked at her face, seeming to process her question.

"I've never done that before," he wondered out loud, caressing her thigh with his free hand, concentrating.

He then looked after and smiled.

"As long as you don't snore," he decided. "I don't see why not."

That made her laugh, and she tried to show her appreciation by lifting her head up to kiss him.

She wanted to be his.

And maybe... just maybe, he could be hers too.

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[lucidmagic]

Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 1?)

Not me getting another AU idea while I need to finish Phyto's Guide and wanting to expand on my Werewolf/Assistant!Reader story for Alcina 😭😭😭

(Please, don’t steal any of this.)

But anyway. . . here's Modern!AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader that I need to get out of my head and share:

Alcina Dimitrescu is the CEO/president/top dog of some sort of business (wine? real estate? record label? IDK I don't do business people), and has been so for the past decade or so.

She's a mixture of Miranda Presley (The Devil Wears Prada) and Cat Grant (Supergirl)-- some would say an absolute demon, others would say a big ole bitch, but there's no doubt she gets her job done and done right the first time. Very high standards, very efficient.

She's also 6'5"-- 6'9" in heels, which intimidates the fuck out of her insecure male coworkers all the time.

She also goes through assistants like bubblegum, not in the sexual sense, but in the incredibly demanding and near-impossible boss way. The longest someone has lasted with Alcina was five months. The shortest = 1 1/2 months. Her standards are that high. (As you can see I drew a lot from Cat Grant because I was in the Supergirl fandom for a while don't shame me)

She is also an incredibly devoted mother to her 3 daughters, aged 12 to 16 (ages pending) and she somehow balances work-life very well. And those who can look Alcina in the eye can tell her family means the world to her and it's likely the only time she genuinely smiles and laughs when her daughters are in the office or she tells a story about them.

Not that those in the office would know-- they don't meet her gaze lest they chance being turned to stone.

(There are also rumors she's related to Countess Elizabeth Báthory or even Vlad the Impaler himself, what with her Romanian ancestry)

Anyways, she has the world in her palms, uber-rich, super fucking hot, and could get anyone and anything with a flick of her wrist. Top of the line style. Heels and eyes that could slice. And yet, in desperate need of a competent assistant that'll last more than 3 months.

On the other hand, you are quite the opposite of Miss Alcina Dimitrescu: practicality over panache for fashion, rather wear pants and loafers than skirts and heels (more for efficiency and comfort than anything else), not really into flaunting what you got. You come from a simple background, never really had money, just enough that it kept food on the table-- especially when you had a falling out with your parents.

You’re frugal as well. Your clothes are at least two years old, you dare not to shop too much for yourself, as you’ve been insecure with money before because of your parent’s kicking you out. Your phone is too many years out of date. A small one bedroom apartment. You prefer glasses over contacts because contacts are too expensive and its cheaper to just wear glasses everyday.

And yet, you’re whip smart. Efficient, stubborn, and determined to boot if you have the resources. You managed to make your way through college despite your parents not helping and you managed to land a good jig as the assistant to Nepotism Junior, one where you can afford a good, single, albeit small apartment, and you have at least a comma to your name when it comes to savings.

But it’s hard-- especially when you’ve been doing Nepotism Junior’s job for over a year during the year and half stint at the company. Long arduous hours where you are not only doing your job but also his while he does god knows what. It keeps you busy yes, but it also keeps his grubby hands and prepubescent one-liners away from you. So you can’t complain that it is all that bad.

(There is other things that may bring Alcina and the Reader first together, but I don’t want to divulge it here) It comes to a head one day when some misadventures and drunkenness leaves Nepotism Junior down for the count for an important meeting with some head honchos at the company. So you stand before them, giving them a presentation on the work he’s (read: you’ve) been doing for the past month. And frankly, it is some of your best work.

There are little hiccups, mostly just reanswering questions that some old geezers missed the first time. And Alcina has been quiet, for the most part as well, only sounding when she wants you to clarify somethings in “Nepotism Junior’s” presentation.

Somehow you don’t turn to stone when you meet her gaze at the head of table. Somehow your voice doesn’t waver like it would normally do. You know what you’re talking about.

“Give Nepotism Junior our congratulations for his work and presentation. We have a feeling we’ll be moving forward with his proposal.” She says, eyes on you the whole time. You can’t help how your mouth twitches at it.

And they leave. You go back to your desk and continue with your work, while Junior sleeps off his hangover. And that’s that.

Until it isn’t.

Because next week, you’re suddenly transferred to the Alcina Dimitrescu’s floor and you’re now her assistant. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

To say you hit the ground running would be an understatement. It’s more like dropped in the middle of the ocean and expected to get to land miles way by a deadline, no boat or raft in sight.

The first week is hell. Week two and three is practically purgatory. And week four is back down to hell (you swear Miss Dimitrescu was testing you that week and expecting you to break under the strain, however, you’re fucking stubborn like a bull and won’t be pushed around by this entitled, snobbish, egotistical--)

The money is far better than before (like nearly double) and you actually do things in your job description (and then some). And you don’t have to deal with Nepotism Junior’s remarks and alcohol breath at 10am. So frankly, it’s a pretty damn good upgrade.

Week 5 is marginally better, things start to settle. Week 6 is when you begin to get Miss Dimitrescu’s temperament and routine predicted and you start to notice things you didn’t before.

She likes her coffee with two creams and one sugar one lighter days. One cream and no sugar on harder days. On Wednesdays she’s noticeably happier and more relaxed as you’ve learned that it’s her and her girls game night. Her brow creases in a particular way when she’s reading business jargon. It furrows in a different way when she has to read horrible drivel. She likes talking to herself through problems. She likes that you know what she’s talking about and sometimes bounces ideas off of you. When she likes your ideas she hums and follows up with it. If she doesn’t she sends you on a fetch quest.

Alcina Dimitrescu also has a horrible sweet tooth, especially when she’s stressed, and there’s a secret cabinet, you learned, where she keeps her stash. You walked in on her stuffing her face with chocolate one time and was nearly impaled with a fountain pen. (You make sure to keep it well stocked after that)

She’s a stern, but predictable woman. With moods you’re slowly starting to foresee even before 9:30am, before she’s half-way through her morning latte.

By week 8, you got the hang of it and honestly, it wasn’t that bad. All you had to be was adaptable and resourceful. She can still be snippy, even unfathomably demanding, and yet you’ve also learned she tends to appreciate when you snap back (albeit in a more light hearted manner).

The first time it was a mistake, you happened to be drifting away with your thoughts about the day’s schedule and Alcina made a comment on something she received the other night. You replied with a bit of snark and the silence that followed nearly had you retch in fear. Her brow quirked. Her lips twinged. And her breath catch in her chest. She dismissed you soon after that.

(Holy shit, you nearly made the Alcina Dimitrescu laugh.... holy fucking shit.)

And to be honest, some of the verbal take downs she does to some of the other board members and peers is worthy of being quoted. You manage to stop yourself from giggling at the meetings, but you are near certain when you do Alcina Dimitrescu almost looks proud of herself. Like she did that just to see the mirth in your eyes.

The turning point of your relationship was about 2 and a half months into the new stint as her assistant. And it involved her three daughters. You’ve seen them before, in the large picture frame on Alcina’s desk and when you walk her down to her driver and hear the squeals of “Mother!” from the back of the car. But you’ve never properly met them.

There was an emergency with the board and the girls had a half-day for school so they’ll be at the building by noon. Alcina knew the meeting would be far longer than it should be, and the look (desperation? fear?) on her face told you all you needed to know. You placed a hand on her forearm, a sure, confident touch. “I’ll stay with them. You deal with this. They’ll be with me until you get done.”

Perhaps it was your tone or her lack of options, but she agreed.

Hours later, she found you and the girls in an unused conference room, where you set up a makeshift movie theater, projector showing a recently released movie, vending machines thoroughly raided, and girls sated, happy, and alive. Bela was napping on your thigh with your cardigan over her frame, Cassandra leaned against your shoulder and munched on left over snacks, while Daniela was between your legs and relaxing against your front. Cuddle bugs, you mentally called them.

(Alcina heart thawed just a bit when she snuck up on you four, too engrossed in the movie to notice her presence. The girls looked . . . happy and content, despite the situation at hand. Other assistants would have secluded them in a room and just ignored them in favor of work. But you? You didn’t make them feel like an afterthought. For that, Alcina had a profound respect for you in that regard. Plus, it’s not every day the girls are so . . . calm.)

(I’m a firm believer that a sure way to Alcina’s heart is by her daughters. Do good by her girls, you get along with them and foster a good, strong relationship . . . that’s a sure fire way to get Alcina to develop feelings for someone. Her girls come first. If a potential lover gave them the effort they deserve, well . . . Alcina would definitely take notice of them. Sue me for the softness, okay?)

Something shifted into place after that day. You two were a fairly well honed machine for the most part. Sure there were hiccups, typical of the workload, but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. You wouldn’t say you two were peers or partners by any means, yet Alcina included you a bit more into the business side of things at times-- a second, competent opinion she would call it. Nothing game changing or revolutionary, just asking for your thoughts and perspective on some avenues.

The girls also came by the office slightly more after the impromptu movie day. Mostly to say hi and keep you up to date with school drama when their mother was wrapping up for the day. They also confided in you to some degree on some things they didn’t know how their mother would react to. Some anxieties and second thoughts typical of growing teenage girls. You, of course, keep their secrets, but informed Alcina that one of them may need some one-on-one time in the future. The single mother appreciated it.

She, dare you say, trusted you, to some extent. And for some reason that accomplishment meant a lot.

Next thing you know, it’s been nearly eight months and you’ve blown passed the last record for the longest assistant retention of Alcina Dimitrescu. The office floor has since shifted the when-you-will-be-fired pot to when-you-will-quit-or-be-promoted pot. To say they were surprised you lasted as long would be an understatement.

There are now sly smiles and inside jokes you and Alcina had. You two had a language that only you two could interpret. She would catch your eye across the ball room, where you stood off to the side to let her mingle and make more connections, and would give you a secretive, carmine smile-- a real smile, not those necessary, polite ones for business meetings. Real ones, that crinkled her eyes and deepened her laugh lines and made her gaze soft and bright all the same.

She told stories of her childhood and barely there parents and cute stories about her girls and their misadventures. You gave up some of your own, when the office was quiet and the dusk turned to night on a particularly long day.

Nine months. There’s a mishap in the dressing room and your boss needs help with one of her gowns she is trying on. You enter the space and nearly pass out with the full display of Alcina Dimitrescu’s back. She explains that the she can’t quite reach the back zipper and it takes all your might and will power not let your hands and fingers tremble. It takes a few tries, everything suddenly becoming Alcina and only Alcina, but you managed to zip her up. You still think about that dark look she gave you when you left the dressing room.

Ten months. Alcina adores the opera. She made sure that when business needed to take place in Italy, she invited you over the the centuries old opera house for your first ever live performance. You were mesmerized and were slack jawed the entire time. Alcina teased you that you looked like a goldfish throughout the night. It wasn’t until you’re in the hotel that you question why was she watching your stupid face instead of the opera.

Eleven months. She has tried to quit smoking multiple times. So far she has cut down to two a day and she’s real ecstatic about it because her daughters are. You’re happy for her and it takes you a few weeks to get used to the lack of smoke smell around her. You hate to admit this, especially with such an accomplishment, but you kinda missed it.

Twelve months. Cassandra is in the hospital, a sickness that needed such a drastic medical intervention. You taxi Alcina, Bela, and Daniella back and forth from their house to the hospital whenever they want. It breaks your heart each time to see how frail Cassandra has gotten in the near two weeks she’s been admitted. Alcina looks so tired. Exhausted. There’s a stoop to her shoulders not there months ago. She breaks down one night in your car. It’s the first time you’ve seen her cry and it shatters your heart and you desperately want to make it stop. She’s crying and apologizing, and crying and apologizing for her mask falling. You take her into your arms and hold her tight until the sobs stop raking her body. She clutches you like a lifeline. You two don’t speak about it the next day when you visit Cassandra again.

Thirteen months. She’s chatting with a beautiful woman, who is clearly flirting with your boss. She comes from a good family and is successful with several tens of millions under her belt. She’s a philanthropist and started multiple charities to help people. She’s kind and charming and down to earth. You hate her. And you hate Alcina more for not going back to her room with that woman. It’s stupid. This whole situation is stupid. Alcina can tell something is off with you but you feign exhaustion and retire to your hotel room. She makes sure to walk you to your door. You hate yourself more for letting you feelings go this far.  

Fourteen months. An asshole accuses you and Alcina of sleeping together in the most sexist and homophobic way possible. You go off on him and he looks absolutely terrified of the look in your eye. By the time Alcina comes into the room to see what the ruckus is about he looks to her like she’ll save him from you. “Go on,” You say, voice dripping with venom. “Repeat what you said.” He nearly pisses himself doing so. Surprisingly, Alcina is calm. The asshole’s desk is empty by the end of the day and everyone in the office is giving you a wide berth. For the rest of the day, Alcina is looking at you with this strange glint of being surprised, proud, and . . . turned on? No, no that’s not right. Can’t be. She probably thinks you’ve lost your mind. That’s it.    

Fifteen months.  Alcina tries to kiss you. But she’s fucking drunk. And you’re certain she’s just vulnerable, you’re her only option, and the alcohol is making her do it. (It has to be) You  push her away before anything really happens. She pouts in that adorable  way unbecoming of a woman of her station. She’s confused as to why you don’t want her like she wants you. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh crossed with a sob. “If you even wanted me for half as long as I wanted you, you would’ve have tried to kiss me sober.” It’s cruel to say,   dismissive. And it shows in her glossy eyes. You sigh and lead her to   her room, it’s the very least you can do. An aspirin and some water is   beside her when she wakes. But not you.  

Sixteen months. Things are wrong. So very wrong. Alcina is cold and so are you. Keeping things professional, you think, like it always should have been. It was a mistake to let things progress the way they did. There’s a reason why these types of relationships don’t last, you think. And it fucking hurts. Each time you enter the office and let the unsaid words hang in the air. Sometimes you find yourself glancing after her, like a lovesick puppy and you hate yourself more for it.

Sixteen months and ten days. You hand in your two weeks notice.

Let me know what you think! I had to write this out because it was killing me! Hope you enjoyed!

PART 2

PART 3

#part 2? #could leave it there but idk what you guys think? #considering it was 6am before I went to bed when writing this it’s pretty good #my fic #fic ideas #fanfic ideas #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #my fic ideas #re8 #re8 alcina dimitrescu #re8 lady dimitrescu #lucidmagic #lucidmagic fics #lady alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #alcina x female reader

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How do you feel about Asrian? And Nadia x Lucio?

Well well, this blog was born for the main purpose of smut so it's not like I'll leave out some juicy juicy occasions for it. Asrian has a lot of drama potential (bc YES, their relationship is fucking mental, but hey, tragedy is the mother of all the good stories) and the Nadia x Lucio got me thinking about Vesuvian geopolitics because I couldn't wrap my head around their marriage. (Please mind that I didn't finish nadia and Lucio's route, I might change my mind about it).

Eventually, my HC is that Nadia herself arranged the marriage with Lucio for some political reasons. This is not weird, since Vesuvia seems to have a big economic power, and given how many people of different ethnicities are there it's probably in a strategic point, like in a geographic crossroads. Basically, it's vital to control it's place. Our countess realized that the ruler, Lucio, was an idiot so made her best to ensure that such an important point was under control. Yeah yeah, I know it's mentioned on the story that she was drunk when she accepted the proposal, but I feel like the whole thing was some kind of plot of hers to convince Lucio that it was his own idea. Or, at least, I like my version, and since this is my playgroud I'll believe it :D

About the Asrian, I think that wether it's liked or not it's important to recognise how harmful such a situation is. They're bot desperate and strained to their limit when they meet, and end up together in the crazy hope to soothe their pain. Julian is clearly looking for some real intimacy, or for a way to replace MC's love (it's implied that the two were close before MC's death) and Asra would do anything to run away from their pain (this is a common pattern for Asra), even though he clearly is torn by it and takes it out on Julian (why? Jealousy? Disruptive behaviour? Generic hate for the world?).

They get entangled in a messy hate/need situation they both use as a unhealthy coping mechanism. Eventually, it ruins their friendship, to the point that Asra doesn't move a finger to defend Julian when Nadia thinks he's a murderer.

I like the idea of them rebuilding a better relationship, maybe even a romantic one, after the good endings. I'm a sucker for redemption arcs and for seeing fictional people throw sweat and tears and blood into an apparent lost cause. I think that it has some symbolic beauty.

When all it's said and done, all this dynamics make for a wonderful tragic story... but for a shitty situation irl. Soooo yeah, it's all fun and games here, but I've been through stuff like that and it's boring and frustating. Precious years of my life and sanity of my mind I'll never get back. So Asrian is like horror movies, war novels, dark stories and greek tragedies. Lovely to read and write, but in reality they sucks and are to be avoided at all costs. Since there's lots of younger people here, I think it's worth to remember it sometimes.

#the arcana #the arcana game #nadia satrinava #nadia the arcana #asra the magician #countess nadia #julian devorak #arcana fanfic #lucio morgasson #asrian #asra x julian #lucio x nadia

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Yes, I would be very interested hearing your head canon (@tim-ribbert-56) (in response to this post)

I have decided for my personal entertainment that Clarisse de Cagliostro is related to Lupin III, and here's why.

-pulls out Arsène Lupin's Wikipedia page-

In the novel La Comtesse de Cagliostro, a young Arsène Lupin (at the time going by the name Raoul d'Andrésy) was courting Clarisse d'Etigues, a young lady of a well-to-do family, and trying to win her hand, despite her father's disapproval.

Throughout the course of the novel, Lupin meets and falls in love with Joséphine Balsamo, aka the Countess of Cagliostro, and abandons Clarisse in favour of her. To clarify, Joséphine is not actually countess of anything, she is (or claims to be) a descendant of Giuseppe Balsamo aka the Count of Cagliostro (who was also count of jack shit), a famous conman from the 18th century.

Shenanigans ensue, which I will not go into in details on, but oh my god I am insane about Raoul and Joséphine, I want to dissect them and study them under a microscope. It turns out Joséphine aka Cagliostro is evil as fuck, Raoul/Lupin realizes that and goes back to Clarisse (whom he had previously abandoned like an old sock, I fucking hate this guy), marries her, and a few years later has her kid.

Unfortunately Clarisse dies in childbirth, and Joséphine, who was still around and very very pissed at Lupin (and jealous as hell of Clarisse whom, may I mention, had never personally antagonized her in any way whatsoever, Joséphine is just fucking bonkers). Joséphine also kidnaps Lupin and Clarisse's son, Jean, and raises him as her own son. (I have not yet read the following novel The revenge of Cagliostro so I don't really know what Jean's deal is, I just know he's an antagonist).

The following is my headcanon, based on these events. In the universe of Lupin III, Joséphine Balsamo was actually countess of the small kingdom of Cagliostro (maybe Giuseppe was count, maybe he conned his way into becoming count, maybe he bought the land and built a fake kingdom with a fake history, who knows).

After the events of The revenge of Cagliostro, Jean settles down in the country of Cagliostro, gets married, has a child, and that child will later have a daughter of their own, who they name Clarisse, after their late grandmother. Clarisse de Cagliostro, of Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro fame, would thus be the great-grand-daughter of Arsène Lupin, making her Lupin III's cousin/niece/whatever you call this specific degree of separation.

I am choosing to make Clarisse de Cagliostro a great-granddaughter of Arsène Lupin, rather than a granddaughter, because Arsène Lupin was very young when the events I described unfolded: he is 20 years old when he meets Clarisse d'Etigues and the whole Cagliostro debacle happens, and 25 by the time Jean is born. I'm assuming he had Lupin II much later in his life. So Jean and Lupin II (half-brothers) would have a significant difference in age, and so Jean's hypothetical child (grandchild of Arsène Lupin, so of the same generation of Lupin III) would be much older than Lupin III. Clarisse de Cagliostro is younger than him, maybe around the same age if you stretch it, so she's have to be a great-grandchild.

Now I need to read The revenge of Cagliostro and study Arsène Lupin's wikipedia page in more detail to determine when exactly Lupin II was born and who his mother was. And also where Albert's family branched out, because the fact that he's called D'Andrésy should theoretically place him as a descendant of Arsène Lupin's mother but not of Arsène Lupin himself; but Jean was also going by that last name, so who fucking knows.

No I am not insane I promise, I am just a gigantic nerd.

#i have very mixed feelings about Papy Lupin Original Flavour #cuz you see in the first books he was pretty much like his grandson #a charming little bastard; smug as hell but also charming enough to make up for it #like. an ego the size of the eiffel tower but it's highly deserved #if he robbed me i would just thank him #you wanna punch him in the face but like. lovingly #then around The Hollow Needle he started acting weird #and after that his ego grew into a god complex the size of the eiffel tower and he just lost all the charm #like. just a huge dick honestly. #i thought that was a logical evolution after (SPOILER FOR THE HOLLOW NEEDLE) his wife got brutally murdered in front of his eyes #mere HOURS after they got married and he gave up his whole career as a thief for her #which would be an understandable evolution #but no he's also retroactively an asshole in The Countess of Cagliostro which is a prequel #i guess leblanc just decided 'lupin's a dick now' #which sucks #but on the other hand it's very funny to kinda hate-read The Countess of Cagliostro #i was honestly rooting for Joséphine for most of the book #she is fucking insane which is exactly what raoul/lupin deserve #you know that Mountain Goats song 'no children' ? #'hand in unloveable hand; i hope you die i hope with both die' #or that post that says 'i don't ship them they're too toxic / well i hope they kill each other mid-fuck' #well that's me with them #just reading on to see how many more life-ruining decisions raoul can bodily throw himself at #also leblanc did joséphine dirty!!!!!!!! #LET MY GIRL BE EVIL FOR GOD'S SAKE #none of that 'her fragile feminine nature' and fainting after murdering someone because deep down she can't bear her own cruelty #what the fuck #let her be genuinely unhinged!! let her bash raoul's head in with a meat hammer!!!! #(yes that is something that she tried to do) #anyway. justice for Joséphine Balsamo. god forbid women do anything

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Nightshade {JPM X Fem!Reader}

Requested by Anon<3

You're just as mysterious as James, he has to have you.

Warnings! Suicide.

Inspired by "Ultraviolence" by Lana Del Ray.

No one's perspective

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Y/N walked into the grim hotel. She had only planned to stay for a few days because of family. So, not wanting to waste time, she got her key and started to walk up to the room. The hallways were long, tiring and dark. It slightly scared Y/N, she was unsure where to go but tried anyway. "Room..30." She mentioned to themselves, looking at the dark key.

James, on the other side of the hallway, was looking at the woman. She looked mysterious and like she was a woman who potentially could be with James. He liked the look of her, and the scared energy she radiated. He walked towards her, but Y/N opened her room door and closed it just as quickly. It made James wonder what she was doing in the room.

"She smells like you James." The Countess mentioned, walking past James. She had been walking behind you nonchalantly, like another guest in the hotel. But she could tell who you were, what you were here to do. To see if the curse was real.

"She does?" James asked, smiling confidently. He tugged at his blazer, adjusting it. "Well, she is a pretty bird. If I see her again, I may converse with her." The Countess nodded, and walked off, presumably to her own room.

What were you doing while this was happening?

Your ear was to the door, listening to see if anything went on. You had heard of ghosts, but never believed in them. Before the Hotel Cortez. Ghosts lived and ran the place. You absolutely did not believe that James Patrick March was still there, so you went there yourself to see.

Telling your sister was easy, she made it out without being killed, as she said to you. So she made an easy excuse for your parents. New York was a bustling city, rife with energy. The energy you felt you needed after living in a small, rural town for your whole life. Everyone knew everyone personally it was that small. Everyone going to dinner, everyone doing errands. The village always had one big Thanksgiving every year. It bored you to tears after a while.

You wanted Thanksgiving and Christmas in a city. Not a village.

Your two bags didn't hold much. But distracted, you didn't hear the knock, and James open the door, and it knocked you over, your temple immediately shooting pain all around your head. "ow.." You whined, vision blurry.

"Oh! I am so sorry my dear, let me help you up." James took a gentle hold of your hand and arm, bringing you up. Stood up now, your vision cleared, but a hand still holding your temple. The pain still shooting. But once your vision cleared, the shock took over. There he stood. The owner of the Hotel. James Patrick March. "How are you on this fine evening? I always like to say hello to our visitors."

"you're...you are.." You weakly held up a finger, pointing to the handsome, and well-dressed man. He encapsulated you, but you didn't want that. You couldn't have that. You carried nightshade with you everywhere so people wouldn't touch you. Thankfully, you took out of your pockets around your family. But then you remembered James was dead. He would not be affected by the flower.

"Yes indeed. It is a shock, I understand that." James just had that smile on his face. You knew it. You had heard too much about the man. But the shock faded, and you just looked bewildered instead. "You have heard of me. I can tell."

"uh, fucking yeah. You're the one who helped the 12 commandments killer." You said in a very 'duh!' way. It had slipped your mind how clever this gentleman was. How he built the hotel. He could so easily take your waist around his arms and put a knife to your neck, letting the blade feel every fold of your skin. Then he lets the knife open your neck, blood covering his lovely, navy suit. It slipped your mind of how much he adored killings, and how much he loved to kill.

The realisation soon hit the front of your brain, and then you just sat down on your uncomfortable bed. It was hard, and like the springs had broken. It felt like you had to pull a spring away from your ass so you were comfortable. But James soon held the nightshade up to himself examining it. "I find it odd, sweet bird, that you can keep this flower in your pockets and not die from it when it's so close to you."

"I'm poison myself arent I?" You mentioned, a dark look on your face. "This is a place where people go to die. I am no different." You got up and yanked the flower from James' grip. The words that left your lips made the man raise an eyebrow. He took your free hand and twirled you around so you were against the wall.

"You are like me, my new bird." He smirked, slightly towering over you. You were wearing small heels, so you were only a bit taller.

"I am?"

James nodded, inhaling your own scent before the nightshade's scent. "You are so familiar."

You didn't want to hide your secret from the serial killer. But you thought he was crazy, he was out of his mind, and you definitely had a feeling he whacked off after every kill. But you erased that thought from your mind, as a vivid imagination was coming to your brain. "You like violence too." He said, letting you go from his own hold.

"What?" You sputtered, forgetting which bag had your handgun in. So you opened one and your gun was there on top of your toiletries. Suddenly you felt a bit embarrassed, he was right about you, and how mysterious you felt. He knew you were wasting time, conversating with him.

Your thoughts were racing. Your suicidal ideation, your suicide note that you left on your bedside drawer, your teddies that were in your other bag, your friend's faces, how hot James looked staring you down.

Wait what?

"I won't stop you hummingbird. I won't stop anyone. I'll just let Miss Evers know that your body must be cleaned up." He stated the words like a regular fact. Like it was a normal occurrence. What you were thinking, of course, it was a normal occurrence! You were in The Hotel Cortez.

Both you and James were poison. Death crawled to you and him. Death was by your side 24/7. Unintentionally the perfect match. Death couldn't cheat you and James. Death was in a box with the two.

But now James had you in a chokehold.

You knew you wanted to end your reign of poisoning people, but you started to think about your loved ones and the people who you helped. They eventually did it anyway, they just waited for you to not come see them.

Death.

The noise.

It scared no one.

No one was shocked, no one was surprised. Not even James. He knew. He knew you were done being poison. But he felt maybe you could be poison with him forever. The windows were suddenly painted a dark red. Thank god no one was in the alleyway, to see the splatter. Words came and went past you.

Your eyes were back to blurry. A woman in white smiled at James. She said something. You were unsure of what she said, but soon she walked away. James got closer and closer to you. He held out a hand. So you took it, he brought you up and placed a cold, dead kiss on your now ruined and red lips. It felt energetic. if that could happen now.

Finally. Your own death.

It had consumed you. It encapsulated you in a box that you had a death in. Now death had won this fight. What were you going to do now?

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kinktober; day 4, daddy kink ⟶ [soldier boy x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no actual smut but implied, swearing, crass language, SB being a piece of shit, choking

day 3, shower sex, ft. billy russo - kinktober masterlist - day 5, costumes , ft. dean winchester

The way Payback shrank back and stiffened when he entered the room should've tipped you off. You should've recognised the glances they kept flicking to the door as fear and anticipation. But you didn't. You didn't and that was a mistake.

You'd met Soldier Boy once before on the red carpet for a movie premiere; his movie premiere. It was just for a minute, running into him as you returned from the bathroom. He’d caught you with firm hands on your waist, a wolfish smile on his lips.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” he crooned, eyes flicking up and down you, “you should watch where you’re going, else you might run into trouble.” 

“Thanks,” you replied, unable to take your eyes off his face. You’d seen it a million times before for as long as you could remember. In papers, movie posters, the news. Only now he was without his helmet and he was fucking pretty. Before he could spout another cheesy one-liner, he was spotted by a sweaty PA and ushered elsewhere. 

This time your stomach fluttered when you saw him. The tension had been building since the night began but while everyone else was feeling the usual, sexy kind, Crimson Countess and her teammates seemed to be dreading something. He was barely a foot in the door when every head in the room turned to him. He stared back for a moment, regarding the assembled. 

“Pleasure to see you all too,” he said with a laugh, earning a few weak ones in response. Taking one final drag, he dropped his spent cigarette to the floor and stamped it out. He made his way to the bar, and by extension, towards you.

“Get me a shot of whatever’s closest,” Soldier Boy said to you, not really looking as he got close enough.

“I’m not a bartender,” you said, brushing off his carelessness in hopes of maintaining your good mood. He turned, looking you up and down which was reminiscent of your first meeting. Taking a hissing breath, he grinned.

“What? They’re letting hookers into this gig now?” he asked, leaning against the bar.

You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Sure,” he shrugged as a real bartender approached him, pouring a double without him needing to ask, “you gonna get down on your knees and suck my dick for a twenty?”

“I wouldn’t get on my knees for you for a million,” you said, tongue in cheek, “not to mention, I’m not a hooker.”

He grimaced in what you were disgusted to recognise as disappointment. “Guess that makes you a Supe then, sweetheart. And here I was thinking Red was bad enough.” Your eyes flicked to Crimson Countess across the room who was currently getting very touchy with some waiter. 

“And here I was thinking TNT Tommy was as gross as Payback’s members could get.” His jaw clenched at that, the smirk he gave you not reaching his darkened eyes.

“Clearly you haven’t spoken to his sister then,” he snapped back. 

You put a hand to your chest in fake sympathy. “Did I hurt big bad Soldier Boy’s feelings?”

He laughed heartily at that, eyes crinkling with mirth. “Oh, princess, you couldn’t hurt my feelings if you tried,” he said, “besides, I think we both know you’re just playing hard to get. I remember how you looked at me last time we ran into each other.” You swallowed hard.

“Or maybe,” you said, “I just think you’re a jackass and it’s fun seeing you get all riled up.”

He took a step closer, leaning over you a little more. “If you want me riled up, all you gotta do is put those pretty little hands on me. I bet you could work today’s angst out of my shoulders. Then I’ll give you what you really want. A good, hard, fu-”

“Jesus fucking christ!” you said turning away from him as you cringed, “not everyone who fucks with you wants your dick.”

“But you do,” he said bluntly, “you got a filthy mouth too, sweetheart. That’s okay. Some tough love will set you straight.”

A shiver ran across your skin. He really was getting off on this back and forth. “How screwed is your reality that me telling you I don’t wanna bang you somehow translates into ‘oh, please fuck me, Soldier Boy’?” The grin fell off his face. “Does no one in your life ever say no to you?”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he sneered. Apparently you did given how his grip on the bar tightened and his jaw clenched.

“You know, I bet Crimson Countess isn’t even into you. She wouldn’t even need to be a good actress to fool you. I can imagine her sucking up to you with big pouty eyes and red lips, all in the hopes that you’ll go away faster if she goes along with it.”

He moved in closer, an attempt to intimidate but all it did was confirm you’d hit a nerve. “You just keep fucking talking, don’t you?”

“I bet she goes all out for you too,” you teased, “Oh god, Soldier Boy! Right there! That’s it! Oh, you’re soooo good, Ben! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God! Ah! Ah!” The fake moans you let out sounded downright pornagraphic but you could just picture Crimson Countess spouting that same bullshit.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he practically snarled. You grinned. God, he was so predictable it was hilarious.

“Okay, daddy,” you whispered with a mocking pout. 

You barely had time to blink before one of his thick hands was wrapped around your throat, squeezing your windpipe hard as your back was slammed onto the top of the bar with enough force to crack the wood. You hadn’t been expecting that. 

“You wanna fucking talk back, you bratty whore?” he growled from above you, tightening his grip on your neck as you wheezed, “you wanna play that game with me?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you choked out with a broken smile. Tears trickled from your eyes as you gasped desperately for air. 

Everyone else had gone silent and when he noticed their eyes on him, Soldier Boy hauled you back to your feet. Payback huddled into the corners like rats shying from a flame.

“The fuck are you cock-suckers looking at?” he shouted as you tried fruitlessly to peel his hand off your throat. 

As everyone cautiously went back to their conversations, Soldier Boy yanked you with him across the room. Barging into the staff corridor of the venue, he stopped and slammed you into the wall. 

“Feel smart now, princess? Feel proud of yourself for riling me up?”

“Wee bit,” you wheezed. 

He let go of your neck and you dropped to the floor.. You hissed as you ran your own fingers over your skin, feeling out where the nasty set of bruises would be tomorrow. You’d pinned him for a short temper but you weren’t betting on him following through with that macho dick-head shit. Bad move.

It was kinda hot though. It a fucked-up way. Before when you’d assumed he was all talk you could just picture him taking what he wanted from you and leaving you unsatisfied but now. You figured he’d take what he wanted and fuck you to the edge of oblivion in the process. 

“You’re a fucking cunt,” he said, tone deadly even as he pulled you too your feet by the collar. One arm resting on the wall to the right of your face, he pressed the other one into your hip bone, keeping you held against the wall. You whimpered.

“Someone’s got some pent up anger,” you said half-heartedly, “you gonna take that out on me?” 

He stared straight into your soul. “Should I?” His voice was suddenly honey, oozing, sweet and sticky, clogging your pores. 

“Wha-”

“D’you like it when I fucking manhandled you like the bitch you are?”

“Soldier Boy, I-”

“I can see it in your eyes. That little switch in your brain has gone off. No more smartass comments, sweetheart?” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He dug his thumb into your hip a little harder. “C’mon, doll, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“Nothing,” you lied, instinctively leaning forward as his face backed off. He tasted of some basic-ass cologne and warmth and you wanted a second hit.

“We both know that ain’t true. Tell me what you want, doll. Tell me.”

“I…”

“Don’t go getting shy on me now. C’mon pretty thing, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, daddy.”

“Attagirl.”

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a/n: ik this one isn't actual smut but i was feeling the plotty goddess in my fingers today so here you are instead i want this man to fuck me up omg (not edited)

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Eternal Bloodlines

Adriana tepes/ Alucard x Male Dhampire reader

This fanfic is for 18+ Audience's due to it containing gorey themes and later on smut.

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Generals bickered back and forth, hissing and biting at each other's throats.

Rams bucking their heads

Godbrand thought as he sat at a table and chair watching and drinking blood from a cup way too small for his liking.

pigs blood.

It made him grimace with each sip he took, it was far too cold, too stale and it tasted like shit.

The king himself sat on his throne doing nothing as the generals all scabbled at each other and his two human forge masters stood at his side.

Godbrand never thought he would see a king as powerful and mighty as Dracula sulk, look so much more dead than he already was.

It wasn't long until his majesty's doors were being slammed open causing Godbrands eyes along with other generals human and vampire to follow the noise.

A woman, a countess, with blonde hair as white as snow itself wearing a dress that rivaled blood's darkest of hues.

The Queen of Styria, Camilla.

And it wasn't just great entrances she was good at, no within minutes she had the scabbling silence by her questions towards the king.

Women have balls. I'll give her that.

Godbrand watches how quickly she had infuriated Dracula and was even more impressed when she had returned to the council still alive after the King called her away for a talk. He watched her speak towards the other women of the council making alliances, how she talked to the men with disgust clear in her eyes and yet something he's seen in so many eyes before.

hunting, scheming.

She wasn't here for the king's goals, that was apparent to him, clear as water. She came to do her own goals and was simply using the council to her advantage. It wasn't a surprise to him when she had come to him after so many had left the room and sat across from him staring at him as she leaned her chin on the palm of her hands.

"And you must be Godbrand." She hummed out her voice trying to conceive the smoothness of honey but he had honey before, he's heard of a woman singing its thick soothing liquid to his own hellspawn to know that the Ice queen's voice was nothing like honey. It was like Tar.

"Lose the tone. I ain't as easy going as the others." He grunted out, setting the too small of a cup down which had been refilled with pigs blood. Gods he needed fresh warm human blood and soon if he was going to be able to keep up with the shit going on in the castle.

This is why I stay overseas.

Though it was amusing watching The Ice queen blink a few times her face contorting to the disgust she didn't bother hiding and into some form of impressive notion as she moved back to sit in her own chair more taller.

"My, the rumors about you say otherwise." She quipped and he chuckled.

"That's just it then ya? Rumors. None of these fuckers really know what i do besides their talk and the jokes I allow them to speak about." He stared at her taking in her appearance more, she had beauty he could easily allow her to have, but beauty didn't hide the fact that he could tell she was bat shit crazy. He watched as Camilla's lips tug into a smirk as she looked at him, a huntress looking at someone she wanted as prey but had only found another hunter instead.

"Well then, Do tell me who you are yourself, Godbrand." She asked him, finally seeming to want to know more than just rumors. He will allow it and he answered whatever questions that came to her mind.

They sat there in the enmity council room talking and drinking from those tiny cups for hours. She was scheming something, that he knew and what she wanted with him, he would find out soon enough he gathered, but for now he would entertain her and enjoy some friendly company. One he would turn down if she tried bringing him to her chambers. It wasnt because he doesnt want to fuck her, because he would, he wouldn't even have second thoughts. But he knew a woman as fucking crazy to quesion the King of vampires and live? Wasn't a woman he exactly wanted to have laying on a bed before him, with his face between her legs before his body is without getting to know exactly how crazy the bitch was.

That, and he could swear that she would have teeth down there too.

He had thought after this talk she would be bored of him and focus on the other generals and try getting them to partake in what she wants, but to his surprise after each meeting she would stay sat at the table as the room empty until it was just him and her and they would talk. Sometimes it was to go over everything and then make fun of the other generals or her further explaining her plans and scowling about how the others had their heads too far up their asses to see.

He sometimes would point out mistakes in her little schemes.

"Braila would be smart." He spoke up after listening to her squeal about some sort of organized attack.

"Braila?" She questioned looking from her parchment of maps to look at him. "That city has a river to the sea, yes?"

Godbrand nodded and when he saw her questioning he chuckled.

"River leads to the sea, Sea leads to escape and freedom. Take the river, block the sea and no one can come in." He spoke before pointing down on the map moving his claw towards the sea.

"Or out. It is how my men take small villages by surprise. We take the rivers and invade. Men stay back by the ships so when the livestock comes rushing to their small boats they are slaughtered while the others take the village. "

He watched as her eyes focused on the map a few moments of silence before her lips turned into a smirk as she let out a hum.

"Perhaps They should ask you to speak up more in those meetings. They'd be surprised to know how wise you are." She hummed out towards him, she had let go of the need to use that fake honey like tar tone with him.

"I rather not, let them think of me as they do now. Don't want the responsibility." He huffs out before crossing his arms

"So you want them to think of you as the arrogant big headed vikings who doesnt wash his ass and fucks everything that moves?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

"I have you know, i Bathe nightly, Us vikings clean ourselves, though i can't say the same for a few other generals.." He quipped back with a chuckle of his own and it had earned a few laughs from the Ice queen as well.

"Well you do certainly smell better than a few."

Talks like these were good, he enjoyed them and it took his mind off of other things.

Like the thoughts of how his only child, his cold son was doing. He wondered if you were faring well out there, how you were taking things to a different site than he was seeing. He wonders if you had grown some more with new experiences he couldn't teach you.

"You should bring it up at the next meeting, Help me instill the need to attack there." She told him, encouraged him but he shook his head.

"I will go against it." He started watching as she immediately questioned him in her eyes.

"They see me as unwise, young and stupid as if I am not already a few centuries old, yes maybe not as bold as them but still they see me as nothing but as a lad as they do you a lass. So I will act like a lad to make them feel smarter but you, do not act like a lass to them. be a woman who does not give. Make them use their heads, use the humans, Dracula takes their words over ours." He explained to her watching her scheming eyes take what he says in.

"I see, Have us the youngest besides The king's pets bicker and belittle another and get the pets to join in so we get what we want." She hummed out before grinning at him.

"For a man who thinks with just the head of his dick, I think they got the wrong head."

And he laughed.

"I still rather think with my dick."

Another meeting had brought news and more fighting against the generals and forgemasters.

Camilla brought up the need for Braila and he questioned it, making her explain everything to the generals.

"Any City built over running water is a place that we, As vampires, should approach carefully. '' Dracula responded for the first time during the entire war council meeting. Godbrand ignored the look that Camilla had simply glanced his way as he was more focused on the two Forgdemasters whose attention was captured in the subject.

"Running water? I've never heard of it affecting vampires." Issac spoke with his accent, a genuine curiosity in his voice as he spoke. Yet it was all working in their favor, just as he said it would.

"Death by running water hasn't happened in many centuries." Godbrand spoke loudly with his arms crossed towards the forgemaster. He said his words in a more boasting way knowing he had their eyes on him.

"Why not?" Hector asked, Their interests in vampire knowledge always continues to grow, had their lord simply given them the knowledge before having them as part of the council it wouldn't have been so easy to use their curiosity to lead discussions to topics they wanted.

"Look around! We moved into the middle of countries." He made sure to state it as if he was talking down to them, watching how Hector's eyes narrowed, unpleased.

"I'd been told that vampires couldn't cross running water." He stated in a way as to prove him wrong, that he did have some knowledge of the subject. Godbrand didnt care if Hector really had or if he was simply saying it to make himself look bigger than he was, or if it was to impress the other human in the room.

"I've been on boats, I've had baths." Godbrand said as if to make Hector look dumb, he shot a glance back at Camilla. You seemed to cover her mouth with the back of her hand in her other hand, one of those small chalice cups. He knew she was bringing back an amused smirk on her lips as he gave her a look that simply ment see?.

"When?" Isaac Questioned him and Godbrand couldn't help sending the human a glare, He was getting tired of the jokes about his hygiene, though he supposed that is what happens when you allow a room full of fucking vampire do nothing but talk shit about you and come up with many things.

One time a rumor went around about him fucking horses, he wasnt even sure how that happened since he hardly ever came to the meetings but it was some story that he didnt even know about himself.

He kept playing dumb, allowing Camilla the chance to speak up, to play along and insult him and talk down on him like the others do. To push herself up on a pedestal above him to get the other vampire's approval and the humans to side with her, and it was working. Soon the King rose shouting at them to silence them and Godbrand watched Camilla move to Hector to speak to him quietly.

The meeting continued with Issac questioning Brailas importance over Arges and continued about Arges being a better city. Without a second after Issac had finished it was Hector who spoke disagreeing with him. Camillas' eyes catched His and he watched as she smirked some as Hector was leaning more towards an attack on Braila.

Which brought the king's interest back to the subject taking in the words just like how Godbrand had observed him do over the meetings before Camilla joined.

Issac began to speak once more and he brought news forwards, news Godbrand wasn't expecting.

News of the King's missing son who he had injured badly.

News of Belmont being in the same place as Alucard.

"A Belmont? I thought they were extinct." Camilla questioned but Godbrand barely heard her with his thoughts creeping back.

Vampire hunters.

His mind immediately went towards his son, the thoughts of how you were doing, faring came back to him.

Were you alive?

He shook his head, You were his son. Named in the revenge of blood, He had watched you take down grown vampires centuries older than you filled with your rage and blood lust. Burn down villages as you ripped humans piece by piece.

He shouldn't have to worry about a vampire hunter taking your life.

But he did.

You were his only son.

"No. We Believe our Lord's son Alucard and Belmont may have worked together to repel our forces at Gresit." Isaac informed not only Camilla but to the entire council.

By the gods, Boy don't be involved

" If there is a Belmont left alive then should we not observe the ancestral Belmont home?" Camilla questioned snapping at the council with her question.

Godbrand didn't like his choices of sending you to travel, he hadn't expected for a vampire hunter to be alive since their disappearance so many years ago. He didn't have a way to hear from you and he wouldn't dare bring up your existence to a council of vampires.

"Why." He spoke, mostly towards himself lost in his thoughts. Surely you wouldn't be near a vampire hunter, you wouldn't be anywhere near the king's son. That was impossible...Yet he had once thought fathering a hellspawn would be impossible. A hellspawn that was born wrong surviving was impossible, That hellspawn being able to swim in running water was impossible.

You tended to have a trend at doing things he had thought was impossible.

" Perhaps on the general notion that the Belmont hunted the likes of us for fucking centuries and if there is one left alive then it may have access to the trove of weapons and magical materials talked of across generations but never found which they used to hunt us through fucking centuries." Camilla snapped suddenly in front of him, her hand coming to his chest to point a claw into his chest as she snarled at him. Perhaps she saw the confusion or daze of lost thoughts in his eyes because she lightened the pressure on his chest and moved her claw away.

Her tone slightly softened as she must've seen that he wasn't playing along at playing the idiot that something had been on his mind that took him from the conversation.

"Am i making myself clear now?" She spoke before pulling from him using his genuine confusion to her advantage addressing the king.

"This is your war council my lord?"

It caused the kind to stand glaring down at all of them, as if daring another to speak. His eyes glowing that dark blood red.

"If you truly fear my son's presence and that of a lowly human, have them killed." Dracula snapped with a wave of his hand before he started to head away.

"I've had enough of children bickering."

The council spoke bickering as he left but Godbrands eyes could not leave the stairs of the throne room where Dracula had left.

have them killed?

Has his own son been killed?

A bitter taste formed on his tongue, moving towards his fangs as he snarled biting his licks back exposing them.

The great king who he had respected..Whose solution about his only child was to kill him for some war?

The son that He and His human wife struggled for years to have?

Was the boy a novelty then? A toy for his wife to have something to tend to besides him?

Was giving the half bred son the title, Prince of vampires, simply something to flatter his human wife?

Perhaps his anger had grown more than he had thought as he stormed out of the throne room and into one of the many halls of the castle. Godbrand had sent his own son to travel, away from the war, in some way to honor his mother and see her world before the King had destroyed it. To protect him in the only way he knew how, and The king had no quells in murdering his own son for a war over a human pet wife?

It was dishonor, Not to his own fucking son but to the woman who spent years trying over and over again to give him a hellspawn of his own.

A father is to protect his fucking kin not kill them.

How could someone as ancient and wise as the Old man be so completely stupid? How could He? Godbrand, know that more than the king?

Godbrand heard the clicking of heels and he knew who it was, but his own rage didn't care for his words.

"Im not in the mood to try to fuck you Camilla i have my own shit right now." He snarled as he stormed through the halls, He didn't get too far before he was slammed into the ground, her weight on his back as he snarled more.

"I wouldnt fuck you if you were the last thing alive." Her icey words chilled over his backside.

"Explain why you stormed off."

Godbrand snarled, the crazy bitch had pinned his arms to his side as well so moving wasn't an option, and he was a vampire that was gifted with ability to turn into mist or shape shift either so all he could do is lay there face first into the floor and snarl like a rabid dog.

"Kill the son His Wife had worked so hard to fucking have, Thats what he wanted." Godbrand snarled.

"Well…The Child was a half breed."

Half breed.

Like you.

Half breed.

" I don't see how that would anger you…"

"Cause you dont know how fucking hard it is for a woman to fucking birth a living son like that!" Godbrand snapped squirming underneath her.

"You dont fucking know how many tries ir takes to even get past a few months. How many wrong borns a woman goes through just to get a son born right and alive."

He was seething,

His mind moved back to the many miscarriages and wrong births of his own offspring that his little mother tried so hard to birth.

He wondered how many the king's human wife had to see, had to push out, had screamed and cried for, and The king waved his hand uncaringly with the words kill them.

How those words in his mind changed to

Kill you.

"And you do?" Her words cold as winter snow falling came down, there was curiosity at her tone. Godbrand felt himself stiffen as a corpse before snarling swears in his motherland's language quietly.

"...You do." Her words changed and before he knew it he was on his back with her straddling her hips staring down at him claws on his shoulders raking over them.

"Godbrand…Do you have a half breed bastard?" She questioned him, her eyes unmoving from his own. He snarled, moving his arms to shove her off of him.

"He's not a bastard. He is my son." Godbrand snarled at her baring his fangs.

"And hes more of a vampire than half of those fuckers in there will ever be."

Camilla to her grace was able to land on her feet pushing herself to stand tall as she looked down at the man on the floor. She could see so many things move through his eyes and it intrigued her.

"Tell me about him, your son." She demanded him softly and watched as his eyes moved to the hall behind her.

"Let us go for a walk on the grounds, yes?"

And it delighted her to watch him push himself off the ground and follow her away from the castle to the surrounding woods walking on a path paved by livestocks carts over the years. She listened to what he had to say and he told her everything.

"The last wrong born before my son, I went to my little mother, she always sulked in her furrs after a wrong birth. It was the first time I ever went and saw her after a wrong birth." Godbran explains listening to the bristled sound Camilla let out between her lips.

"It's tradition." He started glancing over at her, catching her eyes.

"We let the women grieve for what could have been alone, So that they may hear the mother goddesses whisper their advice and Condolences. It's disrespectful for a man to stay with a woman during such things. Only women are allowed to enter a weeping mothers hut and soothe her." He watched as Camilla's eyes ever so slightly softened.

"So why did you break your own tradition?" She asked curtly and Godbrand looked away and to the moonlit trails in front of them.

"I was going to tell her that I had prepared a ship for her to leave."

"You were letting her go?" Camilla turned towards him, stopping in their midnight stroll and He refused to turn to look at her.

"She tried to bear a child for nearly ten years, Camilla. She mourned every single one of them as if they were more than just her freedom. " He spoke softly, crossing his arms.

"Each time she blamed herself.

'I wasn't eating enough, forgive me, I'll eat more next time.'

'I slept the wrong way, I will sleep differently next time.'

'I moved too little, I will move more next time.'

'I moved too much, I will move slower next time.'

'I washed in the river, I will wash in the sea.'

Every time a wrong was born she took the blame. Blaming herself as if the real issue wasn't me." He turned to look at her finally.

"I went into her hut, and when she saw me she spoke of how i came around her sooner this time, and she told me she will do better,..…I told her her womb was not the wronging in all the wrong borns, it was my dead seed that killed them from the very start…and told her that i had a ship ready for her, that she would be safely taken to lands where vampires were not as frequent and she still had a fair face enough to find a husband.." Godbrand shook his head at the memories.

"She refused."

"She refused?" Camilla asked with a tilt of her head, her eyes piercing his own.

"She refused. She got angry at me actually, stormed to me and demanded I strip from my clothes and fill her once again. She had looked into my eyes with the eyes of a predator unlike when I had found her huddled up like some rabbit, fearful and weak. She then said;

'I will bear you a son, Stronger than any man in your bloodline, and he will either bathe in red darker than the blood of the people slaughtered in my village, or he will bathe in gold brighter than the sun which you will never see.'

And shortly after that night her womb was full again with my son. She had me fuck her every night she said it was for his soul to be stronger than the others. When her waters broke i waited by her huts door, The nursing women refused me to enter..I had wanted to see him born..But in the end He was born wrong like all the others. I heard her screams before I heard the head healing woman head towards the huts door. She screamed and cried like all the times before but this time in a language I didn't know, her homeland I suppose. I took my boy to the cliffs like I did with all the others for the sea to take.

I was so Angry Camilla, She tried so hard and once again it was a bloody wrong born…But before i could drop him the winds settled and it was like the sea calmed and i heard him…My son fighting to live and when i cut the cord around his neck from his own wrong birthing he screamed louder than anything i had ever heard before..My son stronger than the other wrong borns, Almost seemed like he wasn't ever born wrong…"

Godbrand clenched his hands as he remembered your birth, and he continued telling Camilla everything about you. How you grew rapidly, how the sun never affected you.

"He can go into running water, and leave it with barely a rash."

Camilla's eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

"Your half breed son can move through running water? Not even Dracula's son has such abilities."

Godbrand nodded as he began to walk down the trails with her once more.

"Aye, I've seen him do it many times. His mother used to wash clothes in the river, he would play by her side. I've seen him fly overboard on one of the ships during a territory battle, he climbed back up the side with a fury, his skin not even Blisters."

"Is that why you kept him hidden?" Camilla's words hit his ears making him glance over at her again.

"No, I kept him hidden because he would be looked down upon, the others would treat him less than the man i raised him to be…At first.." Godbrand steeled his eyes onto the path and he continued to walk.

"At first?" The Vampiresses questioned him, following his lead through the wind blowing trees.

"...He's a Crusnik, Camilla…" Godbrand breathed out before stopping once more.

"He's eaten another…"

"Yes…"

"When..?"

Godbrand looked at her, his face contorting in…was it? Anger? Sadness?

"The night his mother was taken from him. A neighboring clan member took her life in front of him. Before I could even react I watched my son tear through him and twelve other grown men over centuries of his own age. My clan and I watched as he devoured each one of their blood before tearing through them with an ace before they moved to fight against the other clan themselves for angering my son.."

The blade of your Ax tore through limbs causing rotting blood to splatter your face. It was foul as the smell of the rotting corpse of the night creature as you shoved its slicing body away from you, splitting it entirely as you moved to the next.

"You wouldn't have believed it unless you saw it with your own two eyes."

Flames shot from your side scratching the dirt and cracked cobblestone walkways. A whip cracking to your left and you could hear the wishful gliding of a magic sword moving through the air before slicing amongst flesh.

They were inexperienced to hell and back, and yet they all agreed to stay here.

"It's so much more different than bloodlust Camilla…Is power, raw uncontrollable power."

Villagers screamed as they tried running from the night creatures, forcing you to watch your own blade carefully as you swung it through body masses of tendons and flesh. You felt someone stumble into your side and you hissed at them to back away, you felt a hand slide across your back and the wailing on an infant.

"So yes, I kept my son hidden, I focused on him training that power and controlling it himself."

The damn fools were piling behind you and the other three, covering themselves between buildings with nowhere to go.

Only you four in front of them keeping the Demons away from tearing into their flesh. You heard shouting from your right where Sypha was speaking about something. You couldn't focus over the smell of spilling blood rotten and fresh over taking your senses.

You faintly felt a stinging from your chest as you moved a hand across it to feel the gaping wound sliced into it from a night creature's claw.

"How could I bring my only blood, my only son, near a den of Vampires that would only see him as a threat?"

Starving.

You were starving.

When was the last time you ate?

Three weeks ago now? Or was it four?

animal blood wasn't cutting it.

You needed real blood.

"You think they would have let him be alive if they knew he could eat more than just livestock, Camilla?"

Yet as you focused back on the creeping creatures that neared you and your small group. You could feel their eyes on you.

Alucard's, Trevor's more than anything as if they were waiting for you to turn around and attack the livestock that had run into a corner believing that you would protect them.

"...No..They would have staked him to a pillar faster than the church with a witch." Camilla answered him.

"Aye…So I kept him away from the meetings. I sent him to travel to explore and learn more about himself, about what he is…And if something were to happen to me, I'd die knowing that my son is more of a Vampire than any one of those bastards back there."

If Sypha had not stated that you all were going to help them rid of the night creatures that hunted on this little village you wouldn't have bothered helping them. You wouldn't have probably even been near this little village. Perhaps you would have been in a city.

"...If something ever did happen to you, Godbrand, I'd look after your son. I'd treat him as if he was one of my own sisters."

"...I take it that's a lot coming from you?"

Regardless of the burning sensation you felt in your teeth to tear through the nearest livestock near you, you gripped your ax and lunged forwards towards a demon.

Your cold lifeless blood pumping through your limbs as you ripped the blade into a night creature's shoulder, getting it lodged into the bone as you yanked it closer to you.

Your blood, Teeth, and primal instincts know more than them.

It didn't have to be human for you to feed.

"You don't have to take it as anything, Just know you have my word Godbrand."

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