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Context: Your relationship with your family has never been great, largely thanks to your father. A good ol' boy and ex-military, he convinced everyone your acts of rebellion were good enough reason for all of them to cut you off or assume the worst. Except for Charlie. Ten years your senior and an ex-squadmate of your father, Charlie was able to see through those lies as you started college. He's come to your aid plenty of times, protected you, and encouraged you. It's hard not to appreciate him and all he does for you, or how hot the dummy is. You made your move and kissed him, and he's just as hungry for you. The only problem? Your nightmare family getting involved.

Setting: Charlie's house

Tags: [MM4F][Friends to Lovers][Older Man Speaker][Preacher Speaker][Younger Woman Listener][Controversial][Kisses][Protective][Pregnancy][House Hunting][Cuddles][Military Boy][Angst][SPICY][Confrontation][Comfort][TW: Implied Abusive Family/SA][CW: Older Man x Younger Woman]

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[C] = Charlie

[K] = Preacher Keen

[Scene opens in Charlie’s home]

[SFX: Typing/General web surfing of the non-lewd variety]

[Charlie lies behind you in bed, looking over your shoulder as you both house hunt]

[C] “Mmh… No, I’m not keen on that one…”

[SFX: Some typing]

[Pause?]

[C] “That’s better, yeah! I know it’s a pain in the ass to want somewhere quiet… I think we’re on the right path, though, OK? Let’s keep looking.”

[Pause]

[SFX: More typing/clicks]

[He runs his knuckles gently across your stomach, peering over your shoulder]

[C] “Ooh, now I like that house… And it’s got two hundred acres of farmland! Plenty of room for the chickens and horses. And for our little bundle, huh?”

[Pause <3]

[He chuckles quietly against your ear]

[C] “I reckon if we have a girl, I’ll have to hear the, ‘But Dad, farms are lame!’ at some point, hehe. It’s fine. I’ll just remind her that most young ladies can’t have a horse riding party damn near whenever they want.”

[Pause?]

[C] “Hmph, Shortstack, c’mon… You know the gender doesn’t matter to me. I already love the mini-person growing in you… Speaking of, how are you feeling? Want another back rub or foot rub?”

[Pause <3]

[Charlie laughs. It’s nice to see him lighten up]

[C] “Are you serious? Of course, I’d do anything for you. You make me happier than anyone or anything…You deserve every single bit of my attention and energy.”

[Pause <3]

[He cracks up at your little quip]

[C] “Yes, I am also quite glad I didn’t turn out to be a massive dickbag, hmhm… Answer me something… Were you planning on making a move when you first came back to go through your father’s things?”

[. . .]

[He smiles against your shoulder]

[C] “No, huh? You just decided to ask me to lean down so you could kiss me spur of the moment?”

[Pause <3]

[He chuckles]

[C] “Well… I’m glad you did. Even if you were ‘peeing yourself for a few seconds after’. Having the urge to mourn a devil from your past while simultaneously wanting to pin his daughter down and kiss her is an odd feeling, and I highly doubt I would have ever forgiven myself if I’d made you uncomfortable…”

[Pause <3]

[C] “Jim showing up did somewhat kill the mood, yeah… He’s been real damned quiet since you started sending your army of emails out, you know… The divorce between him and his ex has gotten pretty damned down and dirty. She’s going for the throat and the community has found out some of those affair partners were men… ”

[Pause…]

[C] “I mean… I can’t fault you. I don’t. But a teeny tiny part of me feels bad for Jim, too. I know your mother’s private investigator didn’t exactly mean to ‘out’ him but…”

[Pause…]

[C] “...Hey, don’t you worry about it, OK? They can yell and holler all they want. As long as we’re abiding by the law, ain’t nothin’ they can do to touch us, alright? We just gotta survive til your old man’s funeral, then we find us a new place and we’re gone. And I’ll be with you every step of the way… alright?”

[Pause...]

[C] “...Tell you what. How about you email the agent on that house listing and I’ll whip us up some lunch. That sound OK?”

[Pause <3]

[He smiles and gives a few soft, lingering kisses on your neck]

[C] “I love you so much…”

[Pause <3]

[C] “Hehe, I am mushy sap, that I am not den-”.

[SFX: Charlie’s phone buzzing]

[He pauses and frowns at his phone]

[C] “...It’s that camera app you installed when we had them fix up the security cameras on this place…”

[SFX: Charlie fiddling with his phone]

[Pause?]

[He grabs his phone and looks at it before his brow furrows]

[C] “...It’s Preacher Keen… I’d know that beat-up old ‘69 Impala anywhere…”

[...]

[SFX: The old car petering up, stopping, and then an eventual doorbell ring]

[Charlie rises to his full height, brow set and voice deceptively calm]

[C] “...I’ll handle this, Shortstack. I know I can’t force you to hang back but… please just stay safe, OK?”

[Pause.]

[You answer the door, Charlie in front and you lingering behind. The once peppy preacher has turned gray and doughy in his age, teeth yellowed]

[K] “Charlie! And Miss-!”.

[C] “What do you want, Maurice?”

[The Preacher gives him a bit of a look but maintains his smile]

[K] “Well, I was rightly hoping we could have a chat… See, I received a most distressing legal letter not two days ago concerning some things that I thought we had left peacefully in the past…”

[C] “Is Kyle in jail over it?”

[K, recoiling with disgust] “No, sir! And I don’t take kindly to you implying he should be!”

[Pause…]

[Keen glares at you. You thought you’d be afraid of him but… you feel nothing. Maybe pity. Maybe.]

[K] “Ahem. Why you may be content to ‘talk through lawyers’, ma’am, I feel the more honorable manner is to discuss this like adults…”

[C] “Strike one.”

[Keen holds his hands up]

[K] “C’mon now… There’s no need for you to be going after my only son. We had an arrangement. An arrangement that helped keep you and your degenerate father in home and fed… Are you really going to turn that act of kindness into a blade against us?”

[C, through grit teeth] “Strike two.”

[Pause.]

[K, smirking] “Surely you don’t want Mr. Charlie here knowing…?”

[. . .]

[Well, you can’t save him now]

[Charlie’s fist jerks forward and you barely manage to hold him back]

[Pause!]

[P, with his sickeningly sweet smile] “Now, Charlie! There’s no need for that kind of violence! We’re all children of God here, aren’t we?”

[C, icily] “I know about Kyle. Everything. He ain’t got a popsicle’s chance in Hell with his ‘alibi’, and you know it. You, on the other hand, seem to have neatly avoided justice for your part which, I must say… don’t sit right with me.”

[Keen goes paler than you thought he could, given his pasty, doughy form]

[K] “N-Now hold on, Charlie-!”

[SFX: The country boy haymaker wind-up]

[Charlie stares at the older man for half a second before he reels back and punches him square in the nose]

[SFX: And impact!]

[K] “Guh!”

[C, ice cold] “Get off of my fucking property. Man of God or not, the good lord isn’t enough to save you if you upset my lady, do you understand?!”

[Keen scrambles away, looking the part of a dog with his tail between his legs]

[K] “Y’all hear from the police chief! You wait!”

[C] “Good! I can tell him all about your little predator of a son and we can go over all these torrid memories together! TRY ME, PREACHER! ANY FUCKING TIME!”

[SFX: Keen scrambling into his car and peeling out]

[. . .]

[Pause…]

[Charlie eases as you gently brush his arm]

[C, gentle] “...I’m sorry I knocked him on his ass in front of you. I know stress ain’t good for the little one…”

[Pause?]

[He gives you a tired smile]

[C] “M’ fine… The PTSD is still there, and I still struggle, yes… but you checking on me makes me so unreasonably happy.”

[Pause…?]

[C] “Do I reckon Keen’ll actually call the cops? Pfft, no. With how much trouble Kyle stays in, he doesn’t have the money to bribe them like he used to. And, if he does, well… I’ll handle it. Now, how about we step back inside, I’ll finish up lunch, and we’ll count that as one more off the list of worries, hm?”

[Pause <3]

[He chuckles and wraps an arm around your waist]

[C] “Love you, too, babygirl… Try not to give me those eyes when I next slug a man for you, OK? You’re accidentally encouraging some truly torrid behavior…”

[Pause <3 <3]

[C] “Ohoho, you’re about to encourage it more? Ma’am! You do know how to keep me riled, don’t you?”

[Pause <3~]

[He laughs and shuts the door behind you. He’s trembling very slightly, and you do your best to calm him as you return to the closest thing to ‘normal’ you know]

[To be continued]

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Note: I have gotten this question a lot - what does Charlie look like? In my internal canon, Charlie is 6’6”, definitely built from burning bored hours at the gym, with curly platinum blonde hair with a sprinkle or two of gray. I imagine him with hazel eyes. He has a light spattering of barely noticeable freckles and a teeny, tiny gap between his two front teeth. May the thirst be with you, lol.