#multi fandom imagines

Billy pulled the Camaro to a stop of in front of a house Celine hadn't seen before. "Do you know these people?" She asked, looking over to her boyfriend as he lit a cigarette in the dark of the car. He shrugged his leather clad shoulders. "Party is a party babe." Celine rolled her eyes, tugging on the pleather of her sexy nurse costume. Billy stepped out of the car, skirting the hood and coming to open her door. She stood from her seat, pressing her hands to his exposed chest, that red button up always undone way to low.

Billy's lips pulled into a smirk, pressing them roughly to hers. "Damn you taste good." He mumbles against her mouth. Celine fisted her hands into his jacket, pulling herself closer to him. She had been aching for him all day.

"You want to skip the party?" Celine asked, sliding her hand down his toned abs. Billy grabbed her wrist , stopping her path to his semi-hard dick, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to be drunk right now. Last night was fucking shit and today wasn't much better." Celine nodded, a look of concern on her face, stepping aside so he could close the door. Billy tossed the cigarette, pushing the door of the car closed.

She laced her hand in his, following him up the sidewalk to the house. The door was open and music poured into the front yard. Bodies lingered everywhere, drinks in almost every hand. She stayed behind Billy as he made a way through the crowd, the throng of people parting like the red sea when they saw him. Nobody messed with Billy Hargrove. Nobody.

He let her hand go when they made it to the kitchen, grabbing a cup for them both and handing one to her. Celine took a small sip of the cheap beer, wrinkling her nose at the taste. She liked fruity stuff a whole lot more than horse piss.

Billy tossed back what was in the cup, licking his lips as he sat it down on the table and surveyed the scene. Almost everyone was dressed in some kind of stupid costume. He turned his gaze back to his girlfriend. Celine currently wore a sexy nurse outfit, barley covering the tops of her thighs. The zipper looked ready to pop between her breast. Fuck it was going to be a long night.

They had been there a little over an hour, socializing with friends and dancing in the living room. Celine slid her ass across Billy's crotch, earing a look as he roughly gripped her hips. "I said drinking first." Celine laughed, turning her body and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I need you though." He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting out to lick her mouth. Celine obliged, opening her mouth to him. Their tongues intertwined, fighting one another for dominance. Celine groaned, threading her fingers into Billy's curls. She pulled slightly, earning her ass a rough squeeze. He pulled back, a breath away from her lips. "Are you going to make me fuck you right in front of everyone?"

Celine bit her lip, sliding her hand down his shoulder and his broad chest. "If that's what it takes." Billy grabbed her elbow, towing her toward the kitchen. He grabbed another cup and poured a hefty shot of liquor into the red plastic.

He took a drink, his ocean eyes never leaving hers. She swallowed, lost in the arousal forming between her legs. He pulled the cup from his lips, sitting in on the counter. "You're in for it baby girl." She looked down, a blush forming over her cheeks.

Billy caught her attention when he groaned, grabbing another cup from the table and swallowing half of it.

Celine followed Billy's line of sight to Tommy H and Carol pushing their way through the crowd. Tommy thought he and Billy were best friends but truthfully, Billy hated him. "Hey man!" Tommy shouted over the music. Billy nodded his head, fishing his cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of his leather jacket. He already looked irritated as hell.

"Well look at you Miss Nurse lady, maybe I'll get hurt later." Billy snapped his head toward Tommy, the other boy taking several steps back, his hands in the air. "Just a joke man." Tommy cleared his throat. "Hey, they have a keg out back. You want to reclaim your title?"

Billy shrugged, blowing smoke into the air. "I didn't know I had lost it." Tommy scratched the back of his head. "Well you didn't but.."

Billy tightened his arm around Celine. "Let's get outside babe." Celine followed him, wafting away the smell of pot hanging thickly in the air. She watched as Billy let her go, walking over to the keg in the midst of "Keg King! Keg King! Keg King!"

Two boys Celine recognized from the basketball team lifted him up by his legs as he held the nozzle, swallowing as much as he could. Billy wasn't always the best to be around when he was drunk but sometimes Celine understood. That was his one escape from his shit hole father. He couldn't think so he couldn't remember.

When the boys let Billy down, Celine snapped out of her thoughts. "Almost a whole fucking minute Hargrove! Fifty three seconds!" Billy stumbled against one of the players that had been holding him, reclaiming his cigarette. He slid the butt into his mouth and held both hands up triumphantly. The chants began again.

"Keg King! Keg King! Keg King!" Billy swayed over to Celine, tossing the cigarette into someone's mother's flower garden. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against his body. "Let's find somewhere a little more private."

Celine followed Billy up the stairs into the first room they came to, a bathroom. He closed and locked the door, turning toward her. His eyes were glassy from the alcohol and his cigarette smoke and the mint gum currently in his mouth filled the bathroom.

Celine gasped when he pushed her back against the sink, slotting his thigh in between her legs. "Billy," Billy continued sucking on her neck, marking her as his. There would definitely be little bruises in his wake.

Billy slid his hand down to her breast, palming the heavy globe through the fabric of her outfit. She covered her hand with his. "Fuck me," Celine whispered into the small room. "I need you." Billy pulled back from her throat, slowly unzipping the front of her sexy nurses outfit. Her breast spilled free, nipples hard. Billy pushed the fabric back and bent his head, taking one into his mouth.

Celine tossed her head back, her hands gripping his hair as he sucked her breast. "Yes," He moved to the other one, giving it equal attention. Billy slid his hand up her skirt, his fingers brushing the thin fabric covering her pussy. He groaned, feeling the heat coming from her, the wet spot already formed on her panties. He slid the fabric aside, sliding the tip of his finger through her wet folds. God she was wet.

"Are you ready for me baby?" Celine nodded, pushing her breast out as she pulled at her nipple. Billy raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear you." "Yes sir," She spoke quietly, pushing her soaked pussy toward his hand. "Please touch me." He slid two fingers into her, curling his fingers.

"You have to help me first babe." Celine looked down, his eyes widening at the bulge forming in his pants. She made quick work of his belt and undid the last few buttons on his shirt, pushing it back. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. His thick cock sprang free, slapping against his belly. A bead of precum already forming on the head.

Celine reached down, circling his cock with one hand. she swiped her thumb across the head, gathering the cum and bringing it to her mouth. She stared into Billy's eyes, his breath coming unevenly. Her tongue darted out, licking it off the pad of her thumb.

Billy smirked, he loved what a slut she could be. Just for him. But he was just as desperate as she was at this point and there was no time for play. He pulled her fingers from her pussy, sticking them into his mouth and licking off her arousal. Billy winked and Celine, her pupils blow at the small touch. He helped her off the sink, jerking her panties down her legs and pushing her skirt up. Billy put his hand in the center of her back, pushing her forward. The globes of her ass were on display to him and he could see her glistening arousal in the light.

Billy pulled his wallet from his back pocket, pulling the condom he kept for times just like these out. He tossed the wallet onto the sink beside her head and tore open the foil packet with his teeth. Billy rolled the condom down his hard length. No more little Hargrove's. That shit hole blood line stopped with him.

He gripped her hips, lining himself up, he pushed into her. Celine gasped. No matter how many times they fucked, she couldn't get past how big he was. He seated himself all the way, giving her time to adjust, massaging her hip.

Celine pushed back against him, signaling she was ready. Billy slowly withdrew before slamming back into her. He picked a rough pace. His balls slapping her clit with each thrust. Celine bit into her fist to keep from screaming, her small gasps still escaping. She looked in the mirror, meeting Billy's eyes as he fucked into her.

He winked, leaning forward to change the angle. Celine cried out as the head of his dick pounded against her sweet spot over and over. "Be my good girl, cum for me." He reached around, circling her clit with his left hand. Billy held eye contact with her in the mirror. Neither of them would last long.

He pussy clinched around his cock. The coil in her stomach felt like it is going to burst. Her orgasm took her by surprise, causing her to cry out. Billy covered her mouth with his free hand, helping her ride out her high. He continued to play with her clit in slow, lazy circles.

Tears streamed down her face at the overstimulation. She made eye contact with Billy in the mirror, her hands braced on the edge of the skin as he continued to roughly thrust into her. "Can you be a good girl and not yell?" She nodded her head, his hand still over her mouth. "Promise?" He grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. She squeezed her eyes shut, nodding furiously. He removed his hand, gripping her hips with both, chasing his own high.

Billy's thrust became erratic, his breathing ragged. His hips stilled as he came, spilling inside of her. Celine closed her eyes, her pussy clenching at the feeling. He let out a groan, his eyes closed and head thrown back. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. His necklace stuck to his sweaty chest.

He stayed like that, soaking in the feel of her hot core around him. He could feel his cock softening, party from the alcohol, partly from the amazing orgasm he had just had.

Billy hissed as he pulled his cock from her. She stood, feeling her arousal sticky between her thighs. She turned into her boyfriend's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his throat. He bent his head to kiss her temple. "My girl," Celine smiled against his skin. "Always,"

She untangled herself, stepping back and grabbed some toilet tissue to clean herself up. She slid her panties back up her legs, pulling her skirt back into place and fluffing her hair. Billy tossed the used condom into the trash, stuffing himself back into his jeans and fastening his belt. He rebuttoned his shirt and tucked it back into his jeans. Celine turned, resting her hip on the sink. She watched quietly as Billy pulled his cigarette back from his jacket, putting one between his lips and lighting it.

He tilted his head back, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. She stepped toward him, pressing her cheek to his chest, listening to his heart beat. He wrapped his free arm around her, squeezing her ass. making Celine laugh. "Never enough for you is it?" He watched as she took his cigarette from his lips, placing it between her own and taking a long drag. "Not when it's from the most amazing girl in the world." He paused, taking back his cigarette. "Not from my girl."

Celine stood on her tip toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Come on baby, I need a beer."

I woke up from the warm light of the sun shining down on my face. Yet, I could feel that the air in the room was quite chilly. A soft spring breeze was coming through the large glass door leading to my balcony. I liked to leave it ajar so I could smell the fresh scent of blooming flowers every morning. I didn’t want to get out of bed, my fuzzy white sheets were too comfortable. But as a queen of Narnia, I had responsibilities to tend to. I can’t sleep in until noon. At least, not all the time. So, I got up and flinched a bit when I felt my feet touching the cold floor. I picked up my dressing gown on the corner of my vanity chair and wrapped it around myself. I made my way outside on the balcony to admire the view. The castle was prettier than ever, everything here was just perfect. I could not help but to fall in love with this world more every single day.

I watched a bunch of birds flying away towards the ocean and stared at the waves crashing against the sand. That’s when looking at the sea, I remembered, the prince. It was today that the new prince was coming to Cair Paravel to make official acquaintances.

I rushed back inside to get ready. While sitting down to do my makeup and my hair, I thought to myself, ‘‘Prince Charmont, is it? Is that his name?’’ and ‘‘I don’t know what all the girls see in him.’’ But really, I was trying to convince myself. Whether I liked it or not, I thought he was cute. I knew I had to keep it professional, though. ‘‘It’s just business, Y/N, he’s coming here only for a little while, then he leaves is all.’’ I said while I was putting on my fanciest dress I had kept for a special occasion. Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast with the other kings and queens.

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‘‘Edmund, will you give me the milk, please?’’ I asked him. He finished his bite of strawberry jelly toast so he could say, ‘‘Here you go.’’, and gave it to me.

‘‘Thank you.’’ I replied while pouring the milk into my cereal bowl.

Lucy lifted her head from her plate and looked at all of us, ‘‘So, big day today! I’m so excited, he’s kind of cute. Susan, don’t you think he’s cute?’’

Susan smiled a bit, ‘‘I guess he’s just alright.’’. Lucy opened her mouth in disagreement, ‘‘Just alright? You’re joking. He’s more than just alright.’’

Peter rolled his eyes, ‘‘I don’t see what’s so special about him anyway.’’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘‘Well, someone’s jealous!’’ Edmund said, mocking him.

‘‘I’m not jealous, you are!’’ Peter snapped and threw a piece of grape at him. Edmund made a mean face to his brother and so did Peter.

‘‘Ed, Pete, stop it!’’ I told them, but now everyone’s attention was on me.

‘‘What about you Y/N, what do you think about Prince Charmont?’’ Lucy asked me almost in a melodic voice. She put her elbows on the table and held her head between her hands, batting her eyelashes. I was trapped, and I couldn’t escape.

‘‘I mean, I don’t know. He’s not really my type.’’ I tried to come up with an answer, but I was blushing like crazy.

‘‘No, no, no…’’ Lucy shook her head, and Susan added, ‘‘You’re a liar.’’

I was now scared they would make me talk, but I was saved by the sound of Caspian coming into the room. He walked towards us and said hi to everyone, he picked up an apple from the table and left right away as if he was never there. The girls watched him leave and then Lucy turned around, smirking at her sister, ‘‘Him, is he just alright, too?’’.

It was now Susan’s turn to be a blushing mess, ‘‘He’s alright.’’, she let out shyly. We all paused at her comment and laughed.

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A joyous song and all Narnians accompanied us to the front of the castle so we could welcome the prince. Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian, and I stood side by side at the top of the stairs waiting. There was a magnificent ship not too far away and we could see the ink going down into the water. Several small boats carried people to shore. Not so long after, a group of armoured knights riding horses stopped in front of us for a second. They all said in unison, ‘‘Welcome, Prince Charmont of the Lone Islands!’’

They slowly moved to the sides of the crowd to leave place so the prince could step forward. He was exactly like everybody was saying, tall, handsome, curly hair, astonishing smile. He wore a baby blue suit with a matching cape and was riding a beautiful white horse. He got off it and walked up the stairs to join us. ‘‘Hello, thank you to welcome me in your splendid palace.’’ He bowed; we all did the same.

He then proceeded to present himself to each of us. Clearly, he was a very well-mannered guy. Of course, Peter didn’t look the happiest, but he was always polite. That’s what a High King does.

When he got close to me, our eyes locked, and no words were able to get out of my mouth. He grinned at me with his million teeth and bowed once again. ‘‘Hi, Queen Y/N, I have heard so much about you. I am Prince Charmont, but you can call me Char.’’ I stopped breathing when he took my hand and kissed the top of it.

‘‘I-Um, welcome. It’s our pleasure, Prince Charmont.’’ I stuttered.

‘‘Char, please.’’ He insisted on how to call him, still holding my hand.

‘‘O-okay. Did you have a good trip? You came a long way.’’ I asked.

‘‘Oh yes, thank you. Don’t worry, the view is worth the voyage.’’ He said, staring at me.

I was ready to lose it when Lucy came in between us to tell him that tonight was the welcoming ball in his honor and that he should get some rest. He agreed and followed her so she could show him his room. He looked at me one more time over his shoulder before entering the castle. I let out a loud sigh when he was gone. Everyone turned towards me, and I was left blushing again. Susan approached me with the biggest smirk and started to tease me, ‘’Char…’’ she said in a whisper.

‘’Shut up.’’ I told her.

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‘‘There are so many people, I thought the Lone Islands were supposed to be lonely.’’ Edmund joked. Lucy and I laughed with him. We were watching people dance all round the ball room and we would occasionally do small talk with our guests. Susan had been asked to dance by Caspian and she looked a little too happy. Peter was having a drink with some very high coveted people, and he looked happy, too.

‘‘My… I know one who hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you.’’ Lucy said to me, pointing at the other side of the room. Prince Charmont was there, talking with people, but his gaze would always return on me every chance he could. When he noticed I was looking at him too, he lifted his head up a bit as a greeting and gave me a kind smile.

I immediately turned to Lucy, she saw the panic in my eyes, and she wanted to cheer me up. ‘‘Y/N, c’mon, don’t be shy. You’re absolutely gorgeous and every guy would want a chance with you.’’ She smiled innocently. ‘‘No, Lu you don’t understand. I can’t do this! He’s not even from here and it’s supposed to be business.’’ I said, stressed out.

‘‘There is no rule about strictly business, you decided it was rule. You’re allowed to have fun, however you want.’’ She winked at me. I tried to tell her no, but she didn’t let me talk. ‘‘Anyway, he’s coming towards you now, too late!’’ She said, pushing me away. I let out a ‘‘What? No-’’, but I ended up face to face with the prince, our noses almost touching.

I backed away and apologized, ‘‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry… Prince Charmont, I didn’t mean to-’’

‘‘There’s no worry, I assure you.’’ He said, calmly, but hurt that I still called him by his full name. Then, he prepared himself to ask, ‘‘I was just wondering if you would do me the pleasure of granting me a dance?’’. He held out his hand to me.

Lucy softly kicked my leg so I would say yes, and I tried to keep a straight face because of that. But we all knew, even if I didn’t want to accept, I could not refuse a dance to our guest of honor. So, I took his hand and said, ‘‘Of course.’’

The biggest smile appeared on the prince’s face, and he led me to the center of room. He pressed one hand on my hip and the other was still attached to mine. He slightly pulled me closer to him so I could place my other hand on his shoulder, then we began to move. The orchestra was playing one of my favorite songs, everyone had started to leave us alone to go to the buffet. It was just me and him, dancing and turning. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the prince saying something. ‘‘I’m sorry, what?’’ I asked.

‘‘I said, you are the most beautiful girl, you know that?’’ He repeated, while continuing to dance.

My heart nearly skipped a beat, but I didn’t know what to answer, so I smiled and said nothing. He sighed softly, trying to catch my gaze. I think he knew why I was being distant, but he still wanted to ask. ‘‘Why won’t you call me Char?’’

I let go of his hand and stopped dancing. He watched me in silence, waiting for me to answer.

‘‘If I call you that, it means that I consider you like a friend, or more…’’ I told him.

‘‘Would that be such a problem?’’ He looked at me with a sad face. ‘‘Actually, yes it would be. You’re a prince, soon to be king, and I’m a queen, we have to keep things professional for the sake of our kingdoms.’’ He was staring at me so intensely, I thought he could see into my soul. He walked up to me and pulled me close once again, closer than before. He lifted my chin with two fingers so I would look into his eyes.

In a low voice, that ended up in a whisper, he said, ‘‘The thing is, I don’t think I could ever keep things professional between us.’’