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Ghost of the Ten Horizon: Forbidden West Hekarro x Fem!OldOne OC Action/Adventure/Romance/Hurt/Comfort Chapter 18

Part 3: Ghost of the Ten

"It’s like he’s picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, 'See? It’s beautiful.'." - Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue.

Victoria found herself missing coffee.

Like a lot.

It sat like an ache in her bones and left her craving the familiar ritual and comfort it provided. Memories flooded her mind of Saturday mornings at the ranch, where Mama Maria would wake before sunrise to prepare the first pot of the day. The aroma would drift up to Victoria's bedroom and rouse her from sleep, so she could stumble down to the kitchen with her cousins and savor a cup before starting the day's work. She also missed that first cup after returning from a deployment, waking up in her own bed to the automatic brew set for 6:30 AM—a habit ingrained in her blood now.

A habit she was paying for as the sun began to break through the broken ceiling of her bedroom, shafts of light streaming across the walls and floor. Victoria couldn't help but lament the loss of that morning ritual. The loss of that familiar comfort even as birds sang their cheerful morning songs and the soft murmur of conversation began to echo through the halls of the museum—or The Grove, as the Tenakth liked to call it.

Victoria threw back the thin blanket with a grumble and ran a hand through the tangled mess of her hair as she sat up. The sun was barely up, and it was beyond humid as hell—a heat that clung to her skin and left her covered in sticky sweat. No matter where she went, it seemed to follow her, and more than once now she lamented the loss of precious, precious air conditioning. With another heavy sigh, she stood, her eyes flickering to the door just as the soft scuffle of footsteps stopped in front of her curtain.

Right on time. As usual.

“Victoria, can I come in?”

She huffed, annoyed but impressed that Beta seemed to have memorized when Victoria woke up now. “Yeah.” She grumbled back, standing to stretch, “Whatever.”

Beta entered the room with a warm smile and handed Victoria a tray of food—the same seared meat and broth that she had been eating every morning for weeks now. Victoria blinked at the thought, trying to remember exactly how long it had been since she woke up. She frowned when she was unable to count the exact days, like her memory was fogged with nothing but flashes of grief cutting through it. The same ache that still sat in her heart even now.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she reached for the tray and settled back on the bed to eat. Beta plopped down next to her, placing something heavy between them. Victoria looked curiously at the leather-bound journal and took a bite of her food before picking it up to examine it. The craftsmanship was impressive, with a strong and sturdy leather cover and clean parchment pages inside. The front cover even had intricate geometric designs etched into it.

"It's a journal!" Beta exclaimed happily at Victoria's curious expression, and Victoria had to bite her tongue to keep from making a sarcastic remark. "I asked Petra if she could make something similar to her big book she always carries around."

Victoria took another bite of her food before flipping through the pages of the journal “So, what? I’m just supposed to write in it now, like some kind of ‘Dear Diary’ bullshit?”

Beta nodded, “Exactly!” She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked to the closed curtain across the room. “I was just thinking that maybe having something to write down and organize your thoughts with might be helpful.”

Victoria bit down on her tongue again, holding back the bitterness that lingered there. Tried to remind herself that Beta was a fucking kid who just wanted to help. It didn’t ease the anger and hurt, however. So she just set aside the journal and finished her food. She offered Beta quick glance as they sat side by side in silence until Victoria couldn’t take it anymore and shattered it.

“We never finished our talk last time.”

Beta looked thoughtful for a moment before she nodded, “I didn't want to push you too much, especially since you were upset. I figured if you wanted to know more, you’d bring it up again.”

"I'm feeling talkative today," Victoria grumbled as she finished her food and placed the empty tray aside. “So… Zero Dawn isn’t a superweapon, it’s a terraforming system?”

“Yup. Controlled by a fully functioning AI called GAIA. She was built by Elisabet Sobek and team of the worlds leading scientists at the time. Each scientist had responsibility for one aspect of GAIA's functions to keep the system running after…after everyone else was gone."

“And it took a thousand years for us to get to this point?” Victoria gestured to the ruins around them.

"More or less," Beta replied. "After Zero Day, when GAIA Prime's facility was sealed off, it took almost sixty years to completely shut down the swarm. It took another forty or so to successfully start a functioning biosphere. And it wasn't until almost a hundred and fifty years later that humans were reintroduced back to earth."

Victoria let out a sharp breath, tears welling up in her eyes once again. She didn't understand why she kept torturing herself like this. Listening to the demise of everything she loved, as if reliving it would somehow free her from the nightmare. By the time the Swarm had reached the US, most of humanity had already been wiped out. She remembered the suffocating feeling of being trapped in a protective suit just to step outside. It was foolish and futile to think that mankind could have survived. They hadn't even lasted two years, let alone sixty needed to even start.

And that knowledge, that painful truth, was enough to break Victoria in all new ways.

She eventually raised a brow and gestured towards Beta, "What about you? Don’t get me wrong, the grungy scrubs are a vibe but they don't exactly fit the tribal aesthetic."

“Do you remember the Odyssey?”

"The luxury colony ship that exploded while leaving Earth's orbit?" Beta looked away anxiously, and Victoria felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Oh, you can't be serious."

"Surprise…" Beta tried to joke weakly.

Victoria jumped to her feet and paced back and forth in anger, running a hand through her hair as hysterical laughter escaped her lips. "This is like something out of a science fiction nightmare!" She turned to face Beta, "So you grew up in the Sirius System?"

“I was technically cloned on a ship that returned to Earth from the Sirius System.”

There was a long, awkward silence, then —“What?”

Beta cleared her throat, but still nodded “I’m a clone. Of Doctor Elisabet Sobek. I was created During the return voyage from Sirius.”

Victoria didn’t have any real answer for that except another —”What?!”

“Look, it’s a long story, and I don’t think we need to really overwhelm you with all the details yet—”

“Victoria?” Beta paused and both of them turned to the curtained doorway, “May I come in?”

Hekarro's impeccable timing saved Beta from having to continue the conversation. She looked visibly relieved as Victoria scowled at her and muttered under her breath, "We are not finished talking about this." With a scowl, she replied loudly, "Yeah, whatever!"

Hekarro ducked into the room right as a mischievous glint crossed Beta's face. She jumped off the bed, holding out the empty journal for Victoria with a grin. "Tell you what: start writing in this and I'll tell you more! Bye, Victoria!

As Beta dashed out of the room, Hekarro couldn't help but smile while Victoria just scowled after her.

With a tired sigh, Victoria plopped back down on the bed and gave Hekarro a cold stare. "Chief," she greeted stiffly, to which he responded with a slight dip of his head and hand over his heart. "What do you want?"

He hesitated briefly, a movement too quick for her to catch if she hadn’t already been paying close attention. "Several squads are out patrolling today, so the Grove will be less crowded than usual. I wanted to know if you would like to accompany me on my rounds. Explore more of the Grove. That is, of course, if you feel up to it."

The memory of their last walk flashed through her mind – lying in the meadow, watching the stars and just… talking to each other. In this new world, it the only moment of happiness she really had. And that terrified her, even if she couldn’t explain why. Victoria eventually shrugged and sighed, rubbing the tension from her neck.

"Why not," she muttered under her breath. "I could use a distraction."

A rush of warmth spread across her face at the pleased expression on his handsome features, and she couldn't help but fight back a smile that tugged at her own lips. In one graceful motion, she stood and made her way towards the door, Hekarro following closely behind. Instead of turning towards the main hall, he veered left this time, leading her towards the back of the museum. The morning sun had risen above the horizon, casting its harsh light over the bustling crater filled with workers scurrying about like busy ants. As they reached a wooden overlook, the pair stood in silence and watched the scene from a distance. It was a surreal sight. The last she’d seen of this exhibit had been during the height of Operation: Enduring Victory, and before that when the museum had been filled with tourists. Now it was almost a shell of its former self, repurposed to fit the needs of the Tenakth.

“An arena?” She asked, unprompted. Hekarro nodded,

“I needed a proving ground for Marshal’s of my own.”

"You really did just take everything you could and make it your own, didn't you?" The words came out sharper than Victoria intended, but Hekarro didn't seem bothered as she glanced at him. There was a contemplative look on his face as he observed the activity below before speaking,

"We must seem like children to you," He sounded almost amused, "We grasp at any remnant of our lost history and repurpose it to fit our present needs, even if it strays from its intended purpose." He gestured towards the crater-turned-arena and chuckled. Victoria shrugged

“I just find it funny is all.”

Hekarro backed away from the edge of the overlook and began a leisurely stroll along the wall of the arena while she easily matched his stride. They passed by banners hanging in the makeshift stands, bringing splashes of color and life to the desolate landscape that had been destroyed by the Swarm.

"Why do you find this idea amusing?"

Victoria hesitated before responding, trying to have a little tact despite usually hammer-fisting her way through every social interaction. "I guess it's just interesting how some things never change for humans. Your tribe finds significance in ruins from my time, much like my people found meaning in ruins that were already thousands of years old. It's almost like how a Marshal is to you like how Rome was to my people."

“Different, yet strangely familiar.” Hekarro observed, “It must be unsettling to witness your own past being utilized in such new and unfamiliar ways. And to see the impact it has had on the world around it.” He turned to face her with a concerned expression, “If it brings any comfort, our intentions were never to offend, but rather to pay homage. We simply didn't fully comprehend the truth before us.”

“Was it willful ignorance on your part?” He blinked at her question, furrowed his brow, and shook his head.

“No, the truth was kept from us, and… I grieve for the future that was denied to us because of it.”

Victoria shrugged once more as they arrived at the next doorway, both of them turning to a passageway that led further into the Tenakth's architectural blend of past ruins. She let out a small huff at the sight and Hekarro's sentiment. "It's not entirely your fault," she pointed out, taking the lead this time and strolling down the ramp away from the arena and into the heart of the intricately crafted wooden platforms and walkways. She observed everything the Tenakth had built in the ruins of the museum. A few Tenakth were scattered about, talking and laughing in sheltered shadows from the morning heat. They glanced curiously at her as she passed by, quickly averting their gazes when they noticed their chief close behind. Victoria paused in the shadows of a particularly tall walkway that opened up to a second level above, sighing softly. “The only thing that matters, I guess, is what you plan on doing with the truth now that you know it.”

“And therein lies the issue at hand.” Hekarro said as he joined her. He too gazed up at all that his people had built before he turned that piercing gazed of his to her. “You’ve changed everything by simply surviving the impossible. Are my people even ready for that truth? Will they ever be? If they refuse it, where does that leave you?”

“Ignorance is bliss, sometimes.” Victoria grunted, "I wouldn't blame them for choosing it."

God knows she had tried, but unlike the Tenakth, Victoria didn’t have a choice but to accept the truth for what it was. With them? Everything could be twisted and warped to make sense.

“And if they choose denial? They already worship Anne as a deity, finding strength and solace in her. If they were to view you in a similar light…"

“I was never much for godhood.” She shook her head, “I don’t have that much of an ego.”

“What of a guide then?” Hekarro asked. Victoria hesitated, furrowing her brow as she crossed her arms. He raised his hands in a calming gesture, remaining composed even as he sensed her irritation. "If not to my tribe, then at least to me. Teach me everything, so that I may guide them."

It was an odd proposition for Victoria, as she had woken up without any purpose or direction. Before, all she cared about was survival - her own and that of her family - even as the Swarm continued to consume everything around them. But now, being asked to guide others felt like a slap in the face. Why her? What wisdom did she have that could be beneficial to Hekarro and his people? She felt like a ghost haunting her past life, a useless relic that didn't belong in this new world. In her darkest moments, she contemplated ending it all by jumping from the roof of this ruined monument of death and war, just to escape the guilt eating away at her from within. Why was she chosen to live and guide when it could have been Anne?

Anne, the peacekeeper. Anne, the devoted colonel. Anne, who gave her all to the people but not to her own daughter.

Anne, who had condemned Victoria to this hell.

Anne, who would have been more suited for this role.

Victoria dismissed her spiraling thoughts and shook her head. "I'm not sure what I could possibly offer your tribe that would be of value," she said.

"Considering all that was stolen from us?" His gaze locked onto hers, piercing through to the very depths of her being. It stole her breath away, leaving her lost in the intense warmth of his honey-brown eyes. "Everything."

It was terrifying how she believed him. Even more scary as she wordlessly nodded her head and sighed, “Well, alright then.” She almost scoffed in amusement, “Lesson one, I guess.”

Victoria gestured to the ruins around her as she started to walk again, following the path outside the cramped ante-chamber before the arena and outside the museum proper to the road overlooking the jungle, “Do you know why this place was built.”

“From my limited understanding, this is a memorial to the Ten. A place where their deeds and stories are preserved.”

Hekarro matched her slow pace as they walked slowly down that path back towards the museum entrance. He kept his gaze level to the tree line, observant and stern. Victoria didn’t notice anything when she looked, but he was more suited to the environment that she was anyway. She gave him a curt nod at his answer.

"That's the general idea. These 'Ten' were actually members of Joint Task Force 10, a branch of the US Air Force that still utilized human pilots. Their presence in this museum is just one small part of a much larger history. Have you listened to many of the exhibits?"

Hekarro nodded as they climbed back up the stairs into the main part of the museum, passing by flickering holograms in the shadows. "Recently, yes. But until a few months ago, most of them were broken or damaged. That's why our understanding of what's preserved here is limited."

“Then you must have heard about “The Hot Zone Crisis” mentioned several times?” Again, Hekarro nodded as they made their way through the hallways and back into the main antechamber before Hekarro's throne. Victoria paused in front of Anne's exhibit, standing still and silent with a frown on her face. “Anne grew up during that time. Our family home isn't far from here, just a few days' walk at best. She met my father while she was serving in the military, and witnessed firsthand how terrible the crisis was. Climate change was spiraling out of control, with nearly all areas in this region becoming uninhabitable due to extreme heat and droughts that were unforgivable. In 2036, our federal government issued an extremely controversial executive order. On paper, it was an attempt to limit the impact of the Hot Zone. They wanted to use their power to force people off their land and into temporary housing until a better solution could be found.”

“Forced?” Hekarro asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“The federal government had the right of Eminent Domain, which allowed them to take control of certain land under certain circumstances. But at the time, many people in the Hot Zone saw it as a way for the government to seize their land and resources while forcing them to live in fenced-in camps. People refused to leave, and who could blame them? This was their home, no matter how difficult it was to live there. And the loudest voice against Order 73-H was Roberto Medina. He defied the federal government and used all his wealth and profits to provide proper housing for those who chose to stay on their land.”

“I can’t imagine your government was pleased about that.”

“They weren’t” Victoria shook her head, “And in response, the federal government cut off the Hot Zone from all water sources.”

“They’d rather let their own people die from the heat than allow them to stay?!”

“To prove a point and force obedience? Absolutely. And it only gave credence to the claims that the government didn’t care about the people. They just wanted the land. And that really lit a fire under people, and Medina reached out to outside sources to secure water for the Hot Zone. He signed a huge multiyear deal with a water cartel and he asked the Colonel of JTF 10, Edward De La Hoya, to not only protect the mining claims but to protect the water resources. It turned into the first armed conflict on American Soil since the Civil War some 200 years before that. US Robot command sent out drones force Medina and his allies into submission, and when JTF 10 proved just as capable of keeping up with the worlds most sophisticated AI, it turned deadly.”

"I wish I could say I was surprised that it escalated so quickly." Hekarro muttered, his gaze shifting towards Anne's exhibit.

"Some tried to prevent it from getting this far," Victoria commented, gesturing towards the exhibit. "Anne was one of them, and so was my father. They didn't believe that fighting would solve anything. When their call for peaceful resolution went unheard they instead focused on helping refugees - relocating those who wanted to leave the conflict zone or providing aid for those staying behind."

“An honorable cause.”

"A cause that got my father killed," she muttered, her eyes cast down to the sand before she turned and walked up the nearby stairs towards Hekarro's throne. She passed through the holograms into the backrooms, with the sound of her boots echoing off the walls until she finally reached the wooden overlook above the arena. "At some point, US Robot Command decided to launch a strike against Medina and his allies at their headquarters in an attempt to end the conflict once and for all. No one knows exactly what happened, but it's theorized that a JTF-10 munition struck a powering casing of a General Synthetic drone and caused a fission explosion." She pointed down into the crater. "That is all that remains of the base, of Medina, De La Hoya and his unit, and the nine hundred innocent people sheltered at the nearby refugee camp. Nine hundred lives lost, including my father's."

There was a long silence as Hekarro stood by her side. She fought back tears and looked at him. He met her gaze with steady empathy. She wanted to hate him, but couldn't find it in her heart.

"Do you see why I despise this place?" she asked, shaking her head in frustration. "It took everything from me before I was even born. It killed a man I never had the chance to meet - only heard about in stories that my Anne refused to tell me. It changed the woman who gave birth to me, who pushed me away in favor of her duty and pursuit of peace because it's what my father stood for. And even worse, it continued to take until it became my prison for a thousand years. This is not just a place of honor, Hekarro, but a monument to death and loss. Because war does not leave a lasting record of whether it was fought for noble purpose or if it was justified. All that remains in history are the innocent lives taken by war."

Victoria could feel the weight of her anger hanging between them, thick and heavy. She noticed a distant and far-away look in his eyes, as if he was lost in a painful memory. But then his focus shifted back to her, meeting her intense gaze with a softness that caught her off guard. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head slightly and sending his long hair cascading over his shoulder. His hand rested over his heart as he spoke. "For sharing this with me. I understand that it cannot be easy to live here. Constantly reliving these painful memories each day. I am sorry if my desires have caused you more pain."

She couldn't stand how genuine he was being. She wiped at her tears furiously, "A trade then?” She said, almost chuckling as she asked of him the very same thing he’d asked of her not that long ago. A question for a question. Does that sound fair?”

Hekarro's chuckled at that, it’s warmth setting alit a nervous flutter in Victoria’s gut. She turned away from him, hoping to hide the tell-tale blush on her cheeks. "A fair trade," he chimed in, following her as she walked back to her quarters. They were down the hall when she saw Beta emerge from Victoria’s room, clutching a few tools to her chest while another woman, who bore a striking resemblance to Beta, followed shortly after. The pair of them froze when they noticed Victoria and Hekarro, but turned to exchange knowing smirks.

“It’s all set!” Called Beta.

She turned to Hekarro, confused and irritated, but found him gazing warmly at her, a wicked smirk on his face that quirked a corner of his mouth. With an elegant gesture, he held open the curtain to her door and motioned for her to enter first. As they stepped inside, Victoria's breath caught in wonder. Orchid vines cascaded from the ceiling, their delicate petals caressed by sun rays peeking through the damaged roof. The vibrant colors of orange, pink, red and purple danced in the light. Hekarro stood behind her, still smiling when she turned to face him.

"You planned this," she said, shocked. "You asked me to go for a walk just to get me out of my room."

"I admit my deceit," he said with a hint of mischief in his gaze. Victoria wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off his handsome face. Instead, she scowled at him, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt. "I wasn't sure if we could plant orchids in the trees above your room, but once Aloy and Beta assured me it was possible, I agreed to distract you so we could surprise you."

“Why?”

He bent down and picked up an orchid that had fallen to the floor. He held it out to her. "I gave them to you because I noticed how much you liked them," he explained, his voice gentle and sincere. "and because I wanted to give you something that brings joy instead of sorrow." She accepted the flower, it’s petals soft beneath her fingertips "There is still beauty in this world, Victoria, even amidst all the pain," he whispered, his hand tenderly resting on her wrist as he gazed at her with warmth in his eyes that took her breath away. "And I want to show you every bit of it."

With a final smile, Hekarro excused himself and left the room, leaving Victoria speechless and awestruck. She returned to her bed and laid down, looking up at the swaying orchids above her as she held onto the stray bud in wonder.

And in that moment, the world seemed a little more colorful than it did before.

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punks-never-die205 · 10 months

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Closed Doors

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 2,063 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, safe sane and consensual, jealousy. 18+ only

Summary: Eustass Kid misunderstands a conversation you had and some intense - but consensual sex ensues.

Kid grabs you by the arm and pulls you out of the club. You're not sure why he's mad, you just know that he is. The grip on your arm doesn't hurt, but it's strong and there's something about how he's acting that's making you nervous. There's only been a few times that he's made you feel nervous and for the most part he wasn't angry, he was scared.

"Kid, what's wrong?" You manage to ask as you cross the parking lot toward Victoria.

He brings you around, pinning you against the car's door. There's a fire in his eyes and the tilt of his grin is more sardonic than playful. You're not sure if you should be concerned or turned on.

"Flirting with other guys right in front of me like that, eh Mouse? Pretty ballsy." His grin sends a shiver through you and you feel your stomach drop. Apparently you had settled on being concerned and turned on.

"I wasn't -." Your words are cut short as he tugs the collar of your top aside and practically bites your neck. You cry out pleasure and surprise into the night air, holding onto him even as your knees start to shake.

Eustass Kid could be impossibly gentle when he wanted to be. Even though his fighting style and manner were more Bruiser and Barbarian, Eustass himself was surprisingly elegant. Those stark differences were thanks to his attention to the fine details. From tinkerer to roboticist to fighter to captain, Eustass Kid was analyzing things to a degree people rarely gave him credit for.

Some of his lessons were hard ones - like when he lost his arm, but most of his trial and error was under more controlled conditions. Like when he spent nearly six hours one day exploring your body and exhausting you into a boneless pile of pleasure by the end of it.

That skill set was what also allowed him to walk the very limits of your pain tolerance while still pushing pleasure into your body.

"You make these whore noises for me, Mouse, not for anyone else." There was a dangerous edge to the hot words that spilled from him, but you weren't afraid. You weren't even angry, admittedly. A little confused, but hearing him talk so dirty that you could feel the grit of the words against your skin was unexpectedly hot.

"I - I didn't make any noises for anyone in the- mmhumrph!" His rough kiss cuts off your words and you hear the locks pop on the car. His hand holds your face where he wants it and his tongue steals your breath and words. Moans of pleasure turn into concerned whimpers as you struggle to breathe. He breaks the kiss just before you had considered kneeing him to give yourself a reprieve.

"Kid - I..." you gasp for air, you don't know what has him wound so tightly.

"Get in the car." He growls, and you do. You imagine he means to take you home, where you can sort out whatever is going on, but he follows you into Victoria's back seat.

Before you can ask him what's going on he lifts you into his lap, your back to his chest, his prosthetic hand - the big hydraulic metal one he usually wears in public - cupping your face with surprising, but immovable, care. Your arms are at your sides, when Kid moves you as he pleases it's best to just let him. There are better times to struggle, but you trust he won't hurt you while you're working through whatever this is.

"You're mine, Mouse." He growls his right hand parting your legs to either side of his before his hand grabs the inside of your thigh.

"I am," you see no reason to argue the point. Your skirt - the one he had asked you to wear - was already hiked up to your waist. Your lacy panties were meant to be a surprise for him for later, but the crotchless design was about to be found out. "I wasn't flirting - I w-wouldn't with anyone but you."

Your hands are holding onto his prosthetic, trying to give yourself enough leverage to keep talking despite the iron grip.

"You were smiling at that waiter. That smile, that's for me," his voice is angry, hurt even, but there's a strange desire in it, as though he knows he can trust you, even as the gears of jealousy spur him on. The swirl of emotions has him in a mess and he's trying to direct it.

Kid hadn't been mistaken about you smiling at the waiter. You had been talking to the waiter about Kid, so your smile had been because of him, not the waiter. There was no way for him to have heard what you were saying though, and you hadn't realized the intimate expression you were making.

"I was - Aah-hngh!" Kid's hand reaches under your top and twists your nipple. It was a little more pain than pleasure, but it wasn't cruelly painful.

"You're gonna make it up to me, Mouse, flashing that smile at someone else." He interrupts you. "We're behind closed doors right now."

You felt the heat rush through you. He wasn't wrong. Victoria's doors were closed, but when you agreed to a dom/sub relationship with Eustass you hadn't expected the caveat of keeping it behind "closed doors" to be utilized in this way. You just wanted to make sure there was a distinct line in the sand between what you two did intimately and what you did as part of the crew.

The accidental effect had essentially cut off any kind of exhibitionist style BDSM, which you were a bit on the fence about to begin with, but since you never stipulated what kind of doors, you found yourself in a unique situation. Eustass had marked this as a session. He was angry and hurt, but probably more at himself than at you and this was a controlled way to calm down. On the other side of that you had agreed upon words for sessions so you could end it, slow it down, or ride it out.

You swallowed hard. "How... can I make it up to you?" Even as you ask you're already shifting your hips against the straining bulge in his pants.

"Fuck me raw, right here, right now, like a good little pet mouse." His voice is low and husky and demanding, the words and their tone nearly cause you to moan.

Sure. Why not? It was dark, and Victoria's interior was dark. The windows weren't tinted, but you were at the back of the lot and the club was at its peak. No one should be leaving for a couple hours, and you were both wound so tight it wasn't going to take long.

You nod, and his hand releases your face, leaning you forward to hold yourself up against the back of Victoria's front seats. You can hear him undoing his pants, as his right hand slides down your ass and over your panties.

"Oh, Mouse, you're a dirtier bitch than I gave you credit for." Eustass' voice was full of delighted amusement, even though it was still rough and low. "Crotchless panties huh? Whore clothes to go with those whore sounds, and fuck you are already dripping wet!"

His fingers plunge into your pussy as he says as much, and you grip the seats as your body squirms and a moan escapes you. It was aggravatingly unfair how much he could effect you like this.

After a minute of teasing you he pulls his fingers out and smacks your ass. "Get to work, Mouse."

You reach behind yourself and guide his hard, twitching cock into your soaking hole. Moaning with pleasure as he stretches and fills you so well. Steadying yourself against the back of the front car seat you move your hips. It's not easy to ride Eustass, for no other reason than he's so thick in the waist. By the time your legs reach the bed, the mattress gives too much for you to get leverage.

If he's on a chair you can hook your feet on the tops of his thighs, but the position pushes your clit into his body and you're cumming so fast you lose strength in your legs. Not that he minds, but you had felt a bit guilty since you mean to do all the work during those times.

This position, however, worked out surprisingly well, and after a little adjustment, you had a good pace going. Eustass was appreciative enough that he didn't do or say much. An idle hand would caress the curve of your ass, and at one point you reached back and smacked your ass with a cheeky grin.

That had the intended effect and his hand came down with a sharp sting, eliciting a hissing gasp from you. It was an odd way to acknowledge his frustrations, but everything about your relationship with him was a little odd. You could hear his breath starting to get heavy after a few minutes as pleasure built up in both of you.

You were trying to focus on keeping your pace, the building pleasure already starting to make your legs shaky when Eustass grabs your hair.

"I said to lean back on me, Mouse." He growls into your ear.

"Ah - s-sorry, I didn't hear - mmm - you." Your voice is airy and full of gasping moans, you're so close and trying to stop yourself from cumming first.

"Better hear me now," he growls, biting your ear as his fingers spread your lips apart and he very lightly teases your clit. "Scream my fucking name when I make you cum, Mouse."

Eustass' prosthetic hand grips your waist and his cock slams deep into you. His light touch on your clit becomes hard and rough and he pounds pleasure into you that you cannot stop. Your hands are on his arms, trying to keep yourself stable as he pounds into you like one of his machines - steady and relentless.

You don't hold back your moans, crying your pleasure into the car, legs twitching as you scream his name more than once. Your bodies tensed against another, as you clamp down on him, and he fills you full.

"Fuck, you get like a vice sometimes (Y/N)." He growls, his movements stiff and jerky for a few seconds. "It's almost too much."

"If you... didn't tease me... then I wouldn't cum so hard!" You gasp, collapsing back against him as his dick slips out with a crude wet sound.

"Making this my fault are we?"

"Yes," you reply, still trying to catch your breath. "I was... talking about you, you ass!"

"Huh?"

"To the waiter, I was talking about you. That's why I... I didn't even know I was smiling like that." You admit, covering your face as you feel your ears go red.

You give a small yelp as Eustass hugs you tightly to him. You didn't have to see his face to feel the heat radiating off of him. You also didn't have to ask if he was okay, as he was already hard and twitching against you. Despite what he would like you to think, you knew it wasn't actually easy for him to get hard unless he was happy.

The better his mood, the more he liked to tangle himself up in you.

"I was gonna make you walk back in there with my cum dripping down your thighs before we left," he murmurs into your neck, his teeth nipping against your skin as his fingers idly tease your dripping folds. "But now I think I'm just gonna fuck you on the hood of my car before we go home."

You shake your head. "Oh gods no, please not out in a public lot like this!" You're caught between interest and mortification, and right now the mortification is winning.

"Mmm, not against getting railed on the hood then?"

You laugh, "You're killing me, Kid."

"At least if it's my fault you'll go with that hot blissed out look on your face, Mouse." He teases, turning your face toward his and kissing you. "Lemme get a towel for the seat and we'll go home so you can clean up."

#eustass kid #x reader #reader insert #Closed Doors

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Evil Love Blooming In The Dark Part 2 Victor ~ Story

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Victor, her Majesty's aide. People around him call him the 'Grim Reaper.'

His hand that was offered to me in a gentlemanly manner, invites me to hell? heaven? or.....

The air in the Royal Court is serene and naturally makes one stand up straight.

(Even though I have free access to the Royal Court as a guest of the Queen's aide, I'm still very nervous)

An organization composed of only 'cursed ones', under the direct control of Queen Victoria----The Crown.

It is a great secret known only to a few people, and those who learn of it will lose their lives.

When I discovered this secret, I was spared death on the condition that I become a fairy tale master for one month.

(I am the one who decided to become the fairy tale master as a bargaining condition, so I must fulfill my duty with the utmost sincerity)

As I was walking toward Victor's office, I suddenly felt someone was watching me.

Kate: ".........?"

When I looked back, there was no one in sight.

(Ever since I arrived here, I've been feeling this....)

(....Maybe it's all in my head. Must be from the nervousness of being in an unfamiliar environment)

I shook off the feeling of discomfort and knocked on the door of the office before opening it.

Victor welcomes me with a big smile and a cracker bursts out with a POP!

Victor: "Welcome to my office! I've been waiting for you. Miss Kate"

Victor: "How are you? Are you doing okay? Is there any trouble? Me? I'm doing great!"

The fact that this high-spirited man is the right-hand man of her Majesty, the ruler of the United Kingdom...

It's still hard to swallow.

He helped me to a chair humming happily and started making a cup of tea with a graceful gesture.

Kate: "....Um, Victor. So what can I do for you?"

Victor: "Ah! I was so happy to see you that I almost skipped the important thing."

Victor: "Kate, as the fairy tale master, I need you to develop a better understanding of the Crown."

Victor: "For that purpose, I want you to have one of the Crown members as your lover. For one day! Yippee~"

Kate: ".......Yippee? Why as a lover?"

Victor: "Well...Hmmm. I thought it would be a fun idea."

Kate: "....O-Oh. I see?"

Victor: 'Come on say 'yes'! Yesss."

Victor raises his long arms outstretched.

Kate: "Ummm, Yes, Victor....?"

Victor: "I, Victor, will be your lover for today."

Victor: "Fufu, I'm proud to say that no one knows the Crown better than I do."

Victor: "I am the caretaker of the Crown. Basically, I'm their mother and father!"

Victor: "Kate. I'm her Majesty's aide, but I'm also a member of the very prominent Crown."

(With Victor by my side, I'm sure I will learn a lot)

Kate: "If it's not too much trouble, I'll be happy if you take me as your lover for one day."

Victor: "Of course! As your lover, I promise to make you smile more than anyone else."

Victor: "I won't lose!"

Kate: "Won't lose?"

Victor: "I want to steal your heart before anyone else in the Crown. I may not look like it, but I'm very greedy."

He winked at me mischievously and Victor crossed my arm.

Kate: "Woah....!"

Victor: "Come, let's go! You just got here, but you need some things, right?"

Victor: "Let's go shopping at Harrods, the best department store in the United Kingdom!"

............

Kate: "Victor, this is not the hallway, it's a guest room!"

Victor: "I know, but there is a shortcut through here. It's good info to remember, right?"

Victor freely walks across the room where the bureaucrats have gathered for a meeting.

(.... The way they look at me, really hurts!)

Victor: "...Oh? The flowers on the table have wilted. That's not good."

Victor: "Let's blow some of Victor's magic! Fooooooo!"

Victor: "Here is a dead flower and now when I hold up my hand like this...."

At that moment, countless doves fly out of Victor's hand and fly around the room.

Kate: "Doves?"

Victor: "Oops. I did it again. How mischievous of me."

A dove flying in all direction perches on the head of a man wearing a suit.

Man with glasses: "....Victor. The Privy council will not tolerate you doing as you please, no matter how much you may be an aide to the her Majesty, the Queen."

Kate: "....Privy council?"

Victor: "Oh yeah, I haven't taught you that. They are called the Privy council."

Victor: " 'Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council' is their title. To put it simply..."

Victor: "The high-ups of the Royal Court, who have the right to advise her Majesty, the Queen."

Kate: "I see. Thank you for your clear explanation, Victor."

Victor: "Gentlemen, she is my guest. I asked her to help me with my work."

Victor: "Her name is Kate. I want you to treat her with the same care you would give a flower."

Man with glasses: "I see. Ah, then how about inviting her to the Privy Council's tea party this afternoon?"

Victor: "What do you say, Kate? I'd like to respect your wishes."

(We may get involved in the future. If so, it would be better to build a relationship with them)

Kate: "I would be happy to participate. Thank you for the invitation."

............

We parted from the Privy Council members and boarded our carriage for the city.

Victor: "Kate, the Privy Council are few people who knows of the Crown's existence."

Kate: "....Are you saying they are not very happy with the Crown's existence?"

Victor: "Eh?"

Kate: "I felt a little bit of a chill in the air and in the way those people were looking at me..."

Victor: "Miss Kate. I'm amazed at your power of observation, indeed. Yes, you're right."

Victor: "They are a very righteous group of followers of her Majesty."

Victor: "Therefore, they cannot tolerate the existence of those who deviate from justice and ethics or as they title them 'abominable things.' "

To them, it's an abominable existence. But because the Crown belongs to the Queen, they cannot interfere with it.

Kate: "....I don't know what constitutes normal."

Kate: "But it's a sad thing to impose one's own standards on others."

Victor: "................"

Kate: "Ah, forgive me for my nonsense talk...."

Victor: "No, I agree with you."

Victor: "It is up to the individual to accept or reject it. However, no one has the right to take away someone's freedom."

Victor: "Oh! Looks like we're here. Come on, Kate."

.............

On the way to Harrods, Victor bought me a three-tier gelato.

Victor: "This gelato is excellent. Harry, who has a sweet tooth, loves it and often eats one after his mission."

Victor: "Oh, and that bakery down the street, right? Ellis likes the baguettes there."

I keep storing the info Victor gives me about the Crown members in my mind.

(Fufu. Victor looks so happy. He must really love every one of the Crown members)

His love is contagious and spreads to everyone.

Baker's husband: "It's Sir Victor! What are you doing here with a pretty girl?"

Victor: "Oh. Hey, James. This is my girlfriend."

Victor: "Can I have your best croissant for her? The one with lots of powdered sugar!"

Bookstore clerk: "Sir Victor! The new book we were talking about the other day, just came in!"

Victor: "Mike! Really! I'd love to stop by."

(Victor has such a happy face, and he remembers everyone's names...)

The title of Queen's aide might put some people off, though...

Victor, on the contrary, is adored by so many people.

This is probably because Victor sees them just as 'people'.

(I think I know why Her Majesty has Victor next to her)

The people around Victor are always full of smiles, and they brighten up my heart as well.

..............

A few hours after stepping into Harrods and talking with lots of people...

Victor: "..........We have a big problem, Kate."

By the time we circled the Harrods, Victor's both hands were holding mountains of gifts.

(I can't even see Victor's face!)

Victor: "I was planning not to buy souvenirs for the Crown since I'm with you. But...."

Victor: "Ellis's shirt keeps getting ripped and Liam also needed a new jacket and..."

Victor: "Oh, this new tie pin I found, would look good on Alphonse. Look."

Victor: "Jude also want's new shoes..."

Kate: "Victor, be careful..."

I held the boxes just in time as they were about to fall off from the top.

Victor and Kate: "Phew..."

Victor: "....Kate, I'm sorry."

Kate: "Fufu...Ahahaha. I've never seen anyone buy this much in just a few hours."

Victor: "............"

(....This man is very cute)

Next to Victor, the place is like a toy shop turned upside down and I can't help but laugh.

Kate: "Victor, being with you is really fun."

Victor: "....Ah, finally I got you to smile."

Kate: "Eh?"

Victor: "Ever since you arrived at the Crown Castle, you never once laughed to your heart's content, have you?"

Victor: "Of course, it was our fault because we also threatened to kill you."

The intense anxiety and fear of that night are still very much with me.

------FLASHBACK------

(I have to convince them somehow....!)

(If the reason why they want to kill me is because I know their secret then....!)

Kate: "I swear I will never tell anyone else what I just heard!"

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Victor: "We are the ones who caused you to be afraid, I know it's selfish of me to think this way, but..."

Victor: "I used to think every time when I see you, Kate. How would you look like if you laughed."

Victor: "You are a very beautiful lady whether you are smiling or not...."

Victor: "But it makes me happy to see you smile."

Victor: "Thank you for making me happy, Kate."

(.....I don't know why, but I think I'm going to cry)

Kate: ".....Same here. Thank you."

It was all I could manage to say, for I was afraid that if I relaxed tears would fall.

Victor: "Kate. Once again, sorry. Can you please help me get this on the carriage?"

Victor: "I'm the worst. I can't even escort you with style."

Kate: "Sure! Leave it to me."

.............

(This is....)

After loading the carriage with gifts, Victor escorted me to this room to thank me for my help.

Even I knew that at Harrods this was a room reserved for rich people only.

Victor: "Pick anything you like. It's gift for you."

Kate: "Oh no! I've bought a lot of things before I came here....."

Victor: "That's something you need in life. But this is different. It's something I want to give to you."

He is soft-spoken, but Victor's smiling face says that 'I won't give up!'

(....This room is full of wonderful things, though)

Victor: "Kate. I believe that the act of knowing cannot be done unilaterally."

Victor: "I hope that ''wanting to know' means, the desire to have a relationship with each other."

Victor: "Remember, we want to know you as much as you want to know the Crown."

Kate: "...Victor."

Victor: "I'm preachy and old-fashioned! Now go ahead, pick whatever you want."

Kate: "Y-Yes!"

(....He sees me just as a normal person. Just like the people om town)

The Crown and the Postman. The Queen's aide and the Fairy tale master.

People have all kinds of titles attached to them, but it was a great pleasure to see them removed.

When I let my gaze wander to choose something.

A midnight-colored dress that was displayed on a torso mannequin caught my eye.

(.....That's a beautiful dress. I love it, I wish to wear something like that)

(But I feel sorry. It must be expensive...)

Among the many things, I pointed to a small but exquisite and beautiful hair ornament.

Kate: "That butterfly hairclip."

Victor: "Oh, it's lovely. It would look good on you. Let's pack that one up."

Kate: "Thank you Victor, I will treasure it forever."

Victor: "....Ah, your welcome."

Victor: "So now, we have to go to that tea party, right? To tell you the truth, I would rather be alone with my cute lover instead."

..............

Returning to the Royal Court, we found the Privy Council in the beautiful garden.

The table is lined with expensive-looking tea utensils and sweets.

(I'm Victor's guest, so I have to be careful)

As I was bracing myself once again, Victor peeked into my face and....

Victor: "Kate. say Ahhh..."

Kate: "Ah, Mmph...."

He picked up a strawberry and shoved it into my mouth.

Victor: "Haha, you look like a cute little squirrel. My girlfriend is so cute that my heart's melting."

Victor held my shoulder and put his lips to my ear.

Victor: ".....Relax, Kate. I'm here for you."

After whispering those reassuring words, Victor and I looked at each other and laughed...

Maid: "Sir Victor. Um.......the head chef wants to speak with you."

Victor: "..............."

Victor: "Does it have to be now?"

Maid: "Eh, y-yes....I heard it's urgent."

Kate: "....It's okay, Victor, I'll be fine."

Victor: ".....Yeah, okay. I'll be right back."

When Victor was out of sight, one of the Privy Council members spoke up.

Black-haired bureaucrat: "It's a pleasure to be here today."

Black-haired bureaucrat: "I asked Her Majesty to join us.......but was unfortunately declined."

Brown-haired bureaucrat: "It can't be helped. Her Majesty prefers silence."

Black-haired bureaucrat: "Yeah, but I was able to borrow her precious tea set from Her Majesty."

The voice spilled out and resounded like a cheer.

Black-haired privy council: "And is not just any ordinary tea set either. It gift to Her Majesty, by many nations."

Brown-haired privy council: "It's a token of friendship between nations, which we would be loathe to touch."

(Why is such an important thing here?)

(.....Anyways, let's just keep our distance, just in case)

Just as I was about to take a step back, I felt a thump on my back.

Kate: "....!"

In my stumble, my hand hit a teapot on the edge of the desk and it tumbled and fell down......

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The Blanched Soldier

Originally published in 1926; the Americans actually got this one first by a month.

I have covered the Boer War extensively in a previous post, but will add some notes on items directly relevant to this story.

The Imperial Yeomanry were a volunteer i.e. not career military force of mounted infantry formed in 1900 as reinforcements in the Boer War. They were disbanded in 1908 and merged into the Territorial Force, a precursor of what is now called the Army Reserve.

Mounted infantry were infantry that travelled on horseback and fount dismounted. They continued in use into the Cold War, with some units also being "mounted" on bicycles on both sides of the Second World War, before being replaced with mechanised infantry.

Middlesex was the traditional county that covered much of the North and West of what is now Greater London; losing a large chunk of its territory and population to the London County Council in 1889. It was abolished in 1965, but remains very much a thing for sporting and cultural purposes, with its own county cricket team being just one example.

A martinet is a strict disciplinarian, the name coming for a type of short whip. Arnold RImmer from Red Dwarf is sometimes described as such, although the character is clearly meant to be quite pathetic.

The Victoria Cross is the highest British award for gallantry, equivalent to the Medal of Honor and like that medal, frequently awarded posthumously. It also usually requires multiple witnesses to the gallantry in question. It trumps absolutely everything bar the George Cross in the honours system, and it is traditional for a private with a VC to be saluted by a general officer.

The most recent VC was awarded to Joshua Leakey in 2015 for his involvement in a firefight with the Taliban in Afghanistan in 2013, where he took control of a machine gun left on a hill and kept firing even as bullets ricocheted off the weapon.

An elephant gun is a large calibre rifle intended for use against elephants and large animals. They saw some military use in the World Wars by the British against armoured German snipers in the trenches of the First and by the Italians against British armoured cars in North Africa during the Second. Since ivory hunting became taboo, they are much less common.

Bedford is a market town in England and county town of Bedfordshire. It has two stations, the main one being located on the Midland Main Line running into St Pancras. Served by Thameslink, East Midlands Railway and London Northwestern Railway services, the last on the Marston Vale line to Bletchley, it is on the outer edge of the London commuter belt.

The other station at Bedford St. John's is served by LNWR services on the Marston Vale line to Bletchley, which is part of the former Varsity Line from Oxford to Cambridge. The station was resited in 1984.

The Sultan of Turkey - and the whole Ottoman Empire - in 1903 was Abdul Hamid II, a modernising absolute ruler who faced many assassination attempts and was ousted in a coup in 1909, replaced by his half-brother Mehmed V.

The Spectator is a British political magazine that has run since 1828. Being distinctly conservative in its world view, its former editors include one Boris Johnson.

"Squadron" was the traditional term for company or battalion sized cavalry or mounted infantry units. Outside of naval and air force use, it is now used for armoured units, which are frequently old cavalry units that just changed their level of horsepower.

Stoep is an Afrikaans word for "stoop".

Leprosy is transmittable by close contact, but you generally need a lot of it. It is still common in Brazil, much of Africa and India, but is now curable. Prejudice remains a big problem, with "leper colonies" still being common.

The general scholarly consensus is that it wasn't ichthoysis, of which there are many types. The NHS has more information here (with pictures): https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/ichthyosis/

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #history #acd canon #blan #the blanched soldier #factoids

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Hhhhhhhooooooowwwww am I only just now seeing this???????? Like, holy shit, congratulations on reaching 500, oh my god that’s a lot! 👏👏👏👏👏🎊🎊🎊🎉🥳

I’d love to put in an order please, I would like a topping of whipped cream and caramel, from the menu options can I please have 1, 4, 8 and 44 and from the secret menu can I get 1 (Eustass Kid I’ve been soft yet feral for this man lately and there’s not enough fluffy smut of him to sustain me)

And again, congratulations!

hiiii (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ thank you so much omg it's pretty wild i still can't believe it myself lmaooo i am so glad you asked for kid i love him, he's so grumpy 😭🥰️ also i'm terrible at fluff so hopefully this was fluffy enough for you 😊 (also ty for being patient!! 💛)

1.9k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff if you ignore all the nonsense he does towards the end, a pinch of angst (i'm a sucker, i can't help it) but nothing wild, kid is bad with feelings, and reader isn't any better 💛; feat. a bit of brattiness, a bit of bruising, kid's a menace & a tiny bit mean, but nothing reader can't handle (obvy). (if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn't 😌)

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — emily brontë

gray, puffy clouds float aimlessly across the sky, blotting out the faint orange and yellow light surrounding the slow-moving sun. the air is sticky and moist from the storm last night. with the way the wind is blowing — furious, as if it has a point to prove — coercing the already jaded sea to beat against the victoria punk mercilessly; its waves are persistent, heavy fists that are seemingly more ferocious than they really are.

eustass kid ignores all of that; he ignores the ominous and foreboding winds, ignores the incredulous look you give him when he insists on continuing with his meal, and ignores your protests when you squeal after he pulls the thick blanket off of you.

slinging your arms around his neck, you try to siphon some of the warmth radiating from his body. “you’re impossible,” you murmur in between sleepy kisses, your lips moving against his softly and tenderly, while also somehow manages to give him a burst of energy.

“i thought you were ‘fearless’,” he says mockingly, lips twisting into a sly grin, one that drives you to smack his chest playfully as you roll your eyes. “you can’t tap out now, i’m hungry.”

if you had the energy to fight him, you really would; but kid has a tendency to take all of your snark and sharp words as foreplay, which is exactly how you ended up in his bed last night. an unnecessary argument over a spilled drink and a broken plate — one where he kept goading and baiting, where you fell into his trap without question — that resulted in heated kisses, hurried hands tugging on your clothes clumsily until kid got fed up and ripped them in half. with a flushed face and heaving chest, you called him a beast; he laughed in response, his voice low and husky, as he bent you over his bed and fucked you.

“incredible. absolutely unbelievable.” your words don’t phase him — not that you need them to, you just want him to know that that’s how you feel. “you should probably see a doctor for your condition, y’know.” you sit up and eye him warily, your gaze drifting lower as you take in his erection. “all that vitality can’t be healthy.” it’s a joke that you throw at him from time to time, but sometimes you do wonder how a man like him has that much stamina.

“like i said before,” he reminds you as patiently as he can, his hand grabbing your face to pull you close again, “i’m hungry.” except this sort of hunger has kept him up late at night, where all he can do is angrily fist his cock to keep himself from waking you up again.

you squirm a bit, face heating at his unspoken words — ones that sit heavily between you — goosebumps crawling down your arms as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he tugs on your lip playfully, eyelids lowering, voice terribly hypnotic when he speaks again.

“open your mouth.”

it’s not so much of a command as it is a friendly suggestion — but you know better. you let out a soft sigh when your lips finally part and he slides two fingers in your mouth; instinctively, you begin to suck, tongue running flat against their length before you take them in deeper. he’s always very impressed with your skill, with the way you treat his fingers with the same way you handle his cock — graceful movements, soft lips, a very willing mouth and tongue. if he died now, he certainly would do so with a stupid grin on his face.

he hates it, so fucking much.

“enough,” he manages to let out as he reluctantly plucks his fingers away from your beguiling mouth. you look at him curiously even as you hitch your leg around his hip, rubbing against his cock greedily.

“hurry up then.” it’s not in your nature to be openly needy, but lately he’s had you under a spell of sorts, one that coils itself around your body, suffocating any logic that dares to enter your mind. kid lets out a quiet groan when you roll on top of him and grind your hips against his; eager, greedy, but he likes it. even says as much when he slaps your ass and tells you to move faster.

whatever fatigue that cloaked itself around you earlier has disappeared entirely; all you can think about is having him inside you all over again. your pussy glides along his length with ease, your arousal dripping onto him as he bucks his hips up against yours.

“kid,” you whine hopelessly, pausing your movements to look at him — so pretty and so pitiful — blinking as you bite down on your lip. if his pride didn’t continuously get in the way, he’d tell you that you look cute like that, face flushed, lips swollen from kissing him repeatedly. “help me out,” you say softly, nails gently raking down his skin.

you know he’s only doing this to tease you, but you really can’t handle any of that right now. “please,” you add in the end, annoyed with the smug look he’s sporting as he places a hand on your hip.

“now you want my help? i’m touched.” he’s going to milk this for as long as he can, especially when he rubs the thick head of his cock against your folds, earning him a series of soft whimpers from you. “i like seeing you like this,” he says for the fourth time in twenty-four hours; what he means is, he likes when you have to rely on him, likes when you’re so hopelessly drawn to his body, likes when you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you.

telling him off is the last thing on your mind when you finally sink down onto his cock, his girth every bit as imposing as it was hours ago. his grip tightens, more than likely you’ll bruise later on, but it doesn’t matter. you’re too focused on regulating your breathing as you relax, not wanting to overwhelm yourself before anything can happen. similarly, he’s also telling himself to relax, to not act as crudely as his impulses are telling him to act. he lets you take the lead, tucking an arm behind his head, as he watches you ride him.

you move your hips slowly, rolling and grinding until you find a pace you’re comfortable with. your thighs tremble and you breathe shallowly, an ache building in your abdomen, encouraging you to increase your pace. it’s his fault, but you’re the one doing the work; that smug attitude never leaves him, he enjoys seeing you struggle to take him, each roll of your hips more labored than the last.

“c’mon,” he says, orange eyes — sharp and wolfish — landing on yours, making you swallow back whatever retort you had for him. “i know you can do better than that.”

it’s not for lack of trying on your part, you’re just tired and he knows that, but that’s a you problem in his book. and, because you’re feeling bratty, you clench around his hardened length, enjoying the way his face contorts as he fights back a moan. it’s precisely that bratty attitude that he wants to fuck out of you.

your pussy is warm and tight, much more captivating than his hand could ever be, when his grip on your hip tightens, hips snapping upward as he plunges his cock into you deeply.

“don’t complain,” he says in warning, but he knows you won’t, not when he’s rolling so you’re beneath him, pulling out just so he can slam back into you again.

normally, you’d be a little more mindful about keeping your voice down, but you can’t do that when kid gives you brutal strokes like that, your cunt squeezing around him tight enough to put him into a frenzy. his lips are on your neck as soon as you wrap your legs around him, holding him close; he bites you several times over, licking and kissing each spot as he powers into you relentlessly. he’d meant to take it easy, to let you have your way, but you were taking too damn long, and he knows that eventually the rest of the crew will wake, and he doesn’t want to deal with their incessant comments about how in love he is with you.

they’re liars, that’s what he tells himself; it’s what he keeps telling himself when you sigh in pleasure, breasts bouncing as you gladly take his rough thrusts, enjoying the way his cock fills your pussy and the way his balls slap against your ass.

his name falls off of your lips in a chant that increases in tempo and pitch, voice strained as his hips jerks against yours. he’s annoyed with how much he likes seeing your flushed skin — soft and supple, neck and chest littered with marks courtesy of one insatiable eustass kid — and how much he enjoys the way you arch into him when he leans down to kiss you.

your heart is at capacity, you fear — especially because he takes his time kissing you, tongue gliding into your mouth without prompting, sloppily swallowing your gasps and moans, hips knocking against yours as his strokes get shorter and harder. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands roughly as he chuckles against your lips, the vibrations rippling down your body as a tremor takes over.

because he’s such a generous and kind person, he grabs onto your legs and drapes them over his shoulders as he leans forward, his cock reaching a spot so deep that you start telling him irresponsible things like, i love you and don’t stop, don’t ever stop. it messes with his head, so he tries not to think about it — tries not to think about the way you look at him, as if you actually mean those words. a traitorous flush crawls onto his cheeks and ears; he ignores that too.

instead, kid focuses on the lewd noises that your pussy makes each time he pounds into you; it echoes around the room, the headrest bumping against the wall as kid fucks you remorselessly. again, he marvels at your tenacity, at your soft smiles and breathy moans, finding himself more and more entranced the longer his cock stays inside of you.

kid, quite literally, fucks you senseless; so much that when your orgasm approaches, you hardly see it coming. as your pussy clamps down mercilessly around his cock, you buck your hips wildly, a few tears spilling onto your cheeks, ones that he licks away before kissing you again, his own orgasm finding him shortly after. while he likes pulling out and cumming on various parts of your body, he doesn’t this time; he’s not sure what compels him — although, he’ll somehow find a way to blame it on the gloomy weather — but as his hips slow, as both of you attempt to catch your breaths, you drop your legs, and he brushes some of your hair off your face.

your yawn is contagious, and he finds himself yawning too, reluctantly pulling out but not straying far from you when he lays back down on the bed. you curl up against him, fingers tracing shapes on the palm of his hand; he wants to ask why you do that, why you never seem apprehensive about him or about any of this. but if he ever found that courage to ask, you wouldn’t have an answer for him. it just feels… natural to do so, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re completely at ease, and even though he’d rather die than admit any of this, he feels at home whenever you’re by his side.

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Timeline of events, Part 2

[part 1]

01 MARCH 2024: Prince William ignores a “How’s Catherine?” question from someone at Wrexham during his St. David’s Day visit to Wales.

Thomas Kingston’s death revealed to be “catastrophic head injury” due to gunshot, i.e. suicide.

Victoria Murphy writes in Town & Countryabout the UK’s Editor’s Code of Practice prohibiting writing about the lack of information available to the public regarding The Princess of Wales’s condition.

02 MARCH 2024: Roya Nikkhah reports Queen Camilla’s annual March time-off as a sudden vacation instead of a regularly scheduled annual break she always takes at this time of year.

04 MARCH 2024: TMZ & Backgrid establish proof of life of The Princess of Wales and her mother.

UK media is pressured by Kensington Palace to *NOT* publish the photographs in the UK, even though everyone else in the world can see them online.

05 MARCH 2024: Richard Palmer notes that there is no legal reason why the pictures of Carole and Kate cannot be published due to them being on a public road.

The British Army is forced by Kensington Palace to amend their Trooping the Colour once the UK media started circulating stories about Kate’s appearance in June, which is two months after Easter.

Dominic Ponsford in the (UK) Press Gazette wrote about the media blackout regarding Carole & Kate’s driving pictures.

Kate’s uncle Gary Goldsmith briefly comments on the lack of Kate information on Celebrity Big Brother.

06 MARCH 2024: King Charles has a meeting with the Canadian PM and officially greets two ambassadors.

Kensington Palace “spokesman” to (US) People magazine: “His focus is on his work and not on social media,” a spokesman says.

Normal people on reddit notice this bullshit and comment on it.

Emily Andrews comments on the “invisible contract” between UK media and Kensington Palace, e.g. the "huge pressure" to not publish the photo of Kate & Carole.

London’s Air Ambulance Charity, whose gala benefit William attended on 07 February 2024, announced they did not receive enough government support.

08 MARCH 2024: King Charles photographed in a car on Windsor Castle grounds.

Prince William demonstrates proof of life when he visits The Oval in support of for-profit company, Notpla, and seaweed.

10 MARCH 2024: A Mother's Day photo is published and released to news agencies of Kate with George, Charlotte, and Louis.

Later that day, the Associated Press (AP), Agence-France Presse (AFP), Reuters, and Getty all "killed" the photo due to "manipulation."

11 MARCH 2024: Kate "apologized" for the photo manipulation on Twitter saying: "Like many amateur photographers, I do occasionally experiment with editing. I wanted to express my apologies for any confusion the family photograph we shared yesterday caused. I hope everyone celebrating had a very happy Mother’s Day. C"

Kate is photographed next to William in a car leaving Windsor Castle.

Prince William attends The Commonwealth Day service with Queen Camilla and other members of the BRF while King Charles spoke to the service via pre-recorded video message.

International media goes wild with the revelation that Kensington Palace released a photo that was "manipulated" and rejected by major, international news outlets.

12 MARCH 2024: William attends the private funeral service for Thomas Kingston at the Chapel Royal, St James’s Palace.

14 MARCH 2024: William visits WEST Youth Zone in White City, London.

Meghan Markle launches a lifestyle brand, American Orchard Riviera," on Instagram.

AFP Global News Director, Phil Chetwynd, states that Kensington Palace is no longer a "trusted" news source.

William attends The Diana Legacy Awards in London in the evening.

Jessica Reed Kraus, aka HouseInHabit, publishes a "source" saying Kate had "surgery on her bowel," yet the "source" did not know that that kind of surgery could be classified as "abdominal."

17 MARCH 2024: Forbes publishes an article with the rumor that the BBC has been told to be on alert for an announcement from the Royal Family regarding Kate's health.

Roya Nikkhah for The Sunday Times published an article whereupon a "royal source" said, "I can see a world in which the princess might discuss her recovery out on engagements. If she was going to do it, that’s how she would do it.”

Matt Wilkinson of The Sun publishes an exclusive that Kate was seen "out and about" in Windsor.

18 MARCH 2024: Video of Will & Kate shopping at the Windsor Farm Shop circulates on TMZ and The Sun. Kensington Palace doesn't complain about it publicly.

Russell Myers of The Mirror publishes an "exclusive" report regarding Kate's "return to public life."

The royal.uk website has some minor changes regarding The Duke of York and The Duke & Duchess of Sussex.

19 MARCH 2024: William visits Sheffield, England, as part of his Homewards program.

Russell Myers of The Mirror publishes an "exclusive" regarding allegations of Kate's medical records being breached at The London Clinic.

Kate Mansey of The Times publishes an article about how William does not collaborate or work with his father.

20 MARCH 2024: The London Clinic responds to the allegations of Kate's medical records being breached after 29 January 2024.

Daily Mail's Ephraim Hardcastle: Kate was unable to attend the Irish Guards' St Patrick's Day parade... But put £2,000 behind the bar for them instead

Daily Mail's Rebecca English's EXCLUSIVE: What William really thinks about the Kate conspiracy theories. And why it's been so heartbreaking for him to see her reputation trashed in the same way as Diana's

Prince William visits the Welsh Guards at Combermere Barracks, Windsor, where the photos were taken by the Ministry of Defence/Welsh Guards.

21 MARCH 2024: Hannah Furness of The Telegraph publishes an article stating: "The Princess of Wales has been working from home on her early years project to improve the lives of babies, as she eases back into normal life after her abdominal surgery. Kensington Palace confirmed that she had been kept up to date with her campaign and the “overwhelmingly positive” results of a study she inspired."

Tatler magazine publishes a cover story on Prince William by Wesley Kerr. "The burden of leadership is falling upon Prince William - but as former BBC Royal Correspondent, Wesley Kerr OBE, explains in Tatler’s May cover story, the future king is taking charge."

Daily Mail: Kate Middleton has been working from home on her early years project considered her 'life's work' as she recovers from abdominal surgery - amid hopes she will return to public life by Easter

People magazine repeats the Kate paid the bar tab story.

Jackie Annett, The Mirror: "Kate Middleton spotted out in Windsor again - this time with George, Charlotte and Louis" “…[Kate] comes here quite a lot, it’s on her doorstep and Adelaide Cottage is a couple of 100 yrds away. They were at the tennis on Sunday-my friend plays there & Kate was watching the children, they’re there all the time”

22 MARCH 2024: Kate announces she is undergoing "preventative chemotherapy" for cancer.

Lambrook's Lent 2024 term ends. School on break until summer term starts on 17 April 2024.

24 MARCH 2024: People magazine: Kate "wrote every word herself,” a palace source confirms to PEOPLE of the Princess of Wales' video speech, which was released on Friday and filmed two days prior in the gardens of Windsor Castle. A family friend adds, “She wrote the words herself, delivered it personally and wanted to decide when the time was right to hit the world with this news.”

28 MARCH 2024: Valentine Low says it's not clear when William pulled out of Constantine's memorial service--some say day of, others say two weeks prior to the service.

31 MARCH 2024: King Charles & Queen Camilla attended the Easter Mattins service at St. George's Chapel, Windsor Castle.

01 APRIL 2024: Daily Mail: "Princess of Wales was FORCED to reveal her cancer diagnosis after news threatened to leak: Sources reveal Kensington Palace was contacted about Kate's illness and needed to get ahead of the story… so who revealed her secrets?"

02 APRIL 2024: Natasha Anderson & Emily Jane Davies's story about Kate being "FORCED to reveal her cancer diagnosis" is deleted from the Daily Mail website.

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So I spent all day writing Victoria's Secret AUs...it could have been worse edition.

I have an angst problem yo.

Victoria is a ghost

When you are lonely and feel guilty, the mind can offer all kinds of refuges.

Fraser hadn't left his apartment in three days, huddled in like the memory of before, he and Victoria. Except for that brief phone call the consulate had for him, that call that-- No matter, for the roses had appeared that afternoon, in sympathy and get well and provided the perfect reason to go back. The Forget Me Nots. Sick leave he had in abundance after all, so he returned to Victoria's embrace.

Until that night, well past midnight, Ray knocked on the door. Whether it was sleep deprivation or worry Ray too would leave, he made the mistake of inviting him in. “Do you wanna meet her?” and though he'd hestitated, Ray did cross the threshold, like an unseen hand had given him push.

And looked around a disheveled and empty apartment.

“Fraser?”

There was no woman in sight. To his eyes anyways. To Fraser, Victoria sat draped in his bed, an icy smile now gracing her features, as if more proof his guilt was earned eternally.

He leaned against the partition of his bedroom, looking between them both, and as he cracked like the thaw of ice in a pass, laughter bubbling to tears, sinking him into the cold as he sank to the floor despite Ray's efforts to try and catch him in grip, he knew.

“I'm sorry to inform you Constable, a Miss Victoria Metcalfe was killed in an auto crash two months after her release from prison. Her will requested you be informed in case of her death.”

Fraser and Victoria go to Texas

It shouldn't be so easy. Maybe it isn't. Maybe the sun of Austin won't be bright or will burn him out faster than here. But she doesn't care, and he, he can't say no. He'd asked for the transfer, entirely prepared to resign if they'd said no. Moffat had given him an odd look, like pity, but also considering his general problematic work, he was approved. He would use his sick time as leave in interim.

There was hardly anything to pack. His father's trunk, which Victoria assured would fit in a small rented U-Haul. All that was needed for them. Dief could stay in there as well. They'd stop during intervals to check on him. He seemed so displeased, Fraser half considered leaving him here, maybe with Willie?, but couldn't voice it anymore than he could say he'd prefer Dief in the car with them. Yet, Dief was loyal, so he watched and was going along silently, perhaps caged just like his master.

That left Ray. Something, and someone owed alot more than Fraser knew he could ever give.

It had ended as it should have if he'd truly been as cowardly or stupid as when he'd first come to Chicago. As it could've when he'd first left but hadn't really wanted to say goodbye.

A phone call from a payphone, outside the limits of town. Yes, your money is with Mr. Mustafi Ray. I'm sorry, you see, I have to go. I can't let her go. You friendship has meant so much to me. I know it doesn't seem it but...my regrets... I have to...I'll try to keep in touch. Of course, as a friend.

No forwarding address or number ever came.

Victoria and Dief killed by Jolly

The gunshot echoes in the night air. And the second.

He's already winded from chasing Ray, so he doesn't have much head start. The stairs and climb are daunting.

The door is wide open. Dief lays in his pool of blood near the cupboards, near the window leading to the fire escape, also thrown wide.

Victoria's crumpled by the bed, and the ransacked trunk, like she'd made a last ditch effort to retrieve his fire-arm within.

He doesn't bother to check Dief because it doesn't matter does it.

She's clearly dead.

Victoria's lawyer sucks and she goes back to prison

She'd been granted bail on the condition of being watched by two officers of the law. She'd languished in his little hell hole apartment for months untils trial. She'd followed the lawyers advice and dressed demurely and acted contrite and frightened for her life.

She saved her remaining rage for Benton in private. And though it still binds them, it wasn't enough. She's doesn't feel guilty like him.

She'd still refused to say where her portion of the money Jolly was stalking her for went. Root of all her evils, it damns her again.

The sentence is only five years. This time.

Fraser's eyes as he stares at her in shock as she's lead from the court in cuffs, after she'd turned from the verdict to pound his chest, or was it to go for his friend Ray's side arm and end this ... Well, 5 years isn't worth it, but at least he's getting the life sentence.

So damn him and his plea deals.

Fraser doesn't find the key at Ray's house in time

IA had taken ten minutes to get from the station to the Vecchio home. They didn't bother to think on the why of the anonymous call or record it so there will be no way to trace it as evidence later. Perhaps guilty conscious explains why he told on himself. No one will bother to remember it was a call from a woman.

Welsh, Huey and Louey were only two minutes behind. Ray Vecchio flagged by a rookie, who was radio-ed by Elaine, won't even make it to the scene, won't get to see or understand because he'll be redirected. He'll be once again staring at Fraser, blocked by glass, from the other side of the holding cells phones. Fraser won't pick up the receiver to answer him.

So Ray won't know the loss and what little it will be to what could've. Fraser's versus his own imprisonment or loss of bail and home. It's all Fraser feels he can do, but of course Ray doesn't understand him. Fraser doesn't want him to. But still Ray Vecchio sees the sad and forlorn and determined after confession, and refuses anything else.

That full confession makes easy conviction. What IA walking in saw.

A manic faced man amongst the ruins of the Vecchio's house. Rooms upheaved in mad search. A man who seemed caught frozen on the stairwell, phone left dangling over the bannister. Who greeted them with odd, flat words as if spoke to the air;

“I couldn't...I can't find the key.”

And the long poignant pause, his mask slipping on as Welsh stepped through the torn front door, as he finally registered them and added “The key, which I had previously planted. I would like to confess to the murder of Jolly Roberts for money from a former robbery, and attempted framing of my work colleague Ray Vecchio before I could flee with my portion of the cash. I believe cuffs are in order gentlemen.”

He paused again as he stepped through threshold and said to the three former friends standing agape "Can you tell Ray... I'm sorry about the mess."

#due south #fanfic #my fic #fic #victoria's secret #f/v #fraser/vecchio #fraser/victoria #angsty

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