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Mother and Daughter

Wrote this piece, because I find myself wanting to write little snippets of moments from my characters’ lives. This one however quickly made me wish I had it in me to do that “Greymoor Rewritten” project, but now revised as a totally new concept as Caafire being the hero of the story, not Trechire.

Warnings: Piece involves Self Harm, and Heavy Subjects

Trechire couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to her Villa, but she knew that she hated it more than anything in her entire life. This little castle, a prize given to her by the Psijics for helping them save Tamriel, always sat empty. There were furnishings here and there, enough to sustain someone living within the isolated confines, but not enough to make it truly look like a home. Honestly, the place felt more like a graveyard to Trechire, and the castle itself was her own tomb, always waiting to welcome her back.

For the past six or seven months, she’d lived in Rimmen, in the warm and lively Hall of the Lunar Champion. She’d worked her ass off to make it a home, every last aspect of it, until even a grim, old imperial bastard agreed it was quite lovely. Now only Hughe remained there, “keeping the hall ready for its mistress’ return”. Trechire hadn’t had the heart to tell him the truth. She hoped he’d eventually forgive her, if they ever saw each other again. There was a fair chance her time in Tamriel was over.

It certainly felt that way. Just the thought of returning to the mortal world made the wolf inside her bristle. Instantly a thousand possibilities of what could happen, who could be lost, what had happened and how it could have been worse, all flashed through her mind, leaving her with a searing headache. Each time, she’d put a hand to her middle. Four months along now, but it felt like time was slipping between her fingers.

Though this place felt like death to her, it was the only truly safe place for Trechire’s third child. They wouldn’t be given away to a better life due to a wicked father’s sin, or taken from her by the very same man and killed, only a week spent in her arms… No, this child would be free from Tamriel’s sick sense of fate. Her enemies could come and try, but their bones would decorate her tomb for her child to laugh at as they grew older. If anything tried to breach Artaeum’s isolation, Trechire, not to mention all of the Psijics, would know within a heartbeat. Nothing could surprise her here.

That’s what she had thought, until Trechire heard footsteps approaching her.

She bolted up from where she had been kneeling, taking in the scents around her. The last thing she needed was a forced transformation- it wouldn’t hurt the baby, but it certainly felt uncomfortable to her.

Salt water’s musty smell drenched her senses, as it mixed with the freshwater of her little estate overhead from a waterfall cascading down into the stolen ocean water. Trechire had been kneeling to her memorials, a place tucked away from prying eyes, down steep stairs and hidden under the waterfall. Here she could mourn in peace, even if Valsirenn or Celarus decided to visit. They knew to patiently wait for her within the castle itself. This was neither of them.

To Trechire’s surprise, she caught the scent of her mother approaching.

Sure enough, Caafire came walking down the steps, looking unsettled. The magic Artaeum naturally radiated must have been affecting her. Caafire’s own body was filled with too much magika, which seemed to recharge or multiply at nerve wracking speeds. In order to keep it from combusting into raw, untempered chaos, the mer had always been forced to keep arcane ruins burned into her body, and even then, her features could constantly change. One day she could be a small altmer woman with long, soft hair who looked like a farmer's wife. The next day, she could be a well muscled man with a beard that would have taken years to grow out. Caafire’s preference was to remain biologically a woman, but allow the magika in her to shift her outward appearance to that of a well toned man, with thick scruff dominating the bottom of her face, eyes narrowed and transfixed on whatever her mind was set on that day. The duality seemed to sate the overflowing magika, so it was as close to being stable as she could be.

It would take a lot to bring her back to Artaeum, for these medical reasons as well as personal ones. But as she descended the stairs, and saw her daughter looking up at her, the seasoned battlemaster’s resolve spiked. She closed the distance, offering out her arms.

“I knew you’d be here,” Caafire mused quietly, and embraced Trechire tightly.

Trechire didn’t responded, but fought back an onslaught of tears.

“When I was sick or hurt, I didn’t want anyone to see me either,” Caafire mumbled. “I found the most secluded cave, far around the rocky parts of this island, swimming through what I really shouldn’t have chanced, just to cry in that cave where nobody could hear me.” She kissed the top of Trechire’s head. “But it’s alright to cry- we shouldn’t have felt the need to hide it.”

At that, Trechire lost it and fell into a wailing fit. Her body trembled, her grabbing onto her mother as she rocked back and forth. No doubt it’d bring on a panic attack, so even after the cries subsided, she’d be unable to talk but just sit and shake, holding onto Caafire like a three year old.

“You’re smart,” Caafire soothed, making them both sit down on the cold stone pathway, and rocking with Trechire. “Your baby will be safe here.”

For a while, they just sat like this, Trechire wailing, Caafire silently crying with her, as they rocked. Who knows how long it lasted exactly, as time is so complicated on Artaeum. Nonetheless, it outlasted every last tear they had to give, and Trechire found herself no longer shaking, not even from her mental sickness.

“I-I can’t loose t-this one,” Trechire croaked, breath hitching.

“No, you can’t,” Caafire agreed, and withdrew to look her daughter in the face. Both their eyes were red, and the memory of a young, newborn Sunnabela being stolen away to his death reflected in them. “You won’t.”

Trechire paused, mouthing something, obviously wanting to speak but something was holding her back.

“What is it?” Caafire asked quietly, comfortingly rubbing up and down Trechire’s arms. “You can speak.”

The moment hung heavy in the air, but Trechire shook her head, and looked as if she’d fallen a bit further into her misery.

“You can tell me,” Caafire assured her. “No more secrets- that’s what we all agreed on.” She sighed, and kept rubbing Trechire’s arms in an attempt to ground her. “You’re just like your father, though. We made that agreement and he still keeps his secrets. Because he thinks it’ll protect us all in the long run, be it from a physical enemy or just emotional damage.”

Trechire only coughed, an attempt to cry again but she was spent, despite her body protesting.

“Trechire,” Caafire prompted gently, and held her chin to make her daughter look at her. “You can tell me. No one will be in danger or hurt, not here. Nobody can hear us. And I have thick skin.”

“...Su-S-S-Su-Sunnabela w-wasn’t the f-first,” Trechire stuttered, starting to breathe quickly, body trembling and twitching. Her mother rubbed her arms again, staving off the attack.

“What do you mean?” Caafire inquired, confused, and dreading the answer, as the grief on Trechire’s face only cut deeper.

“I-I had o-one before…” Trechire explained, wheezing now as she spoke. “I-I h-had a-a-anot-ther b-boy.” She started shaking hard now, rocking once again as she tried to cry but nothing came. “T-The Fa-F-Fath-her wa-waa-waas…” Trechire couldn’t finish, shaking her head and going to claw at her face, but Caafire grabbed her hands and held them down. “G-Gave hi-hi-him a-away!’ Trechire screamed, trying to yank her hands free. “H-He c-couldn’t f-find him! I-I COULDN’T LE-LET HIM! N-NEC-CRO-CRO-CRO-RO-” She coughed, choking on the word. “NE-NECROMANCER! LY-LYING NEC-CROMA-MANCER!”

She truly couldn’t speak anymore, and the memory of her firstborn in her arms, only for a minute after delivery, all blurry from the pain and fear of her first birth, it all summoned a sorrow from depths Trechire wasn’t aware she even had. She cried again, fresh tears returning, but she wondered if these were made from her blood itself. They were hot, slicing down her face and stinging her skin, making it impossible to see.

Caafire said nothing, but held Trechire close again, encouraging her daughter to claw at her mother’s skin and not her own. She was dumbfounded, horrified, and infuriated all at once. Caafire thought back to Sunnabela, how she had tracked and mutilated a few of the accomplices to the kidnapper. It hadn’t been enough for her. Her grandson’s death could never be forgiven or forgotten. Now…now… now there were two to avenge, and how long had her daughter bled from this and the culprit gone unpunished?

A chilling thought popped into her head. Though she hated to provoke her daughter further, Caafire shakily asked, “Trechire… Was it him? Was…Was this necromancer… Was he the one who took Sunnabela?”

Trechire cried harder, almost shrieking, but nodded furiously as she rocked.

For all this time, Caafire and Vanus had thought their grandchild’s kidnapping and death was the result of the Galerion name sowing countless enemies. Those involved had all been necromancers, and one had even bore a symbol of the Worm Cult.

But no. This was revenge, pure malice towards their daughter, when a fatal strike had already been dealt by the vermin.

“Before I leave,” Caafire whispered into Trechire’s ear, “you’re going to tell me the necromancer’s name, where you left my first born grandchild, and all of this is going to end… Once and for all.”

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FUCK IT FRIDAY!!

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The gap between them makes him ache, it feels too wide after what they just shared. Buck slides closer, slowly because he feels oddly shy right now. Eddie continues to smile softly and reaches out to take his hand, fingers brushing his knuckles in a gentle caress. It makes his heart flutter, Buck’s eyes drop and focus of the slow movement, his heart is beating faster.

“I’m glad you’re home.” Buck’s voice is soft and quiet, he lifts his eyes to meet Eddie’s and ends up caught there, just looking at him, wondering how this happened to him. How he got to have this man.

“Me too” Eddie matches his quiet tone not looking away.

“And we’re good now?” Buck checks, biting on his lower lip nervously. Eddie lifts the hand not holding onto Buck and frees his lip from the anxious nibbling, “you’ll hurt yourself like that” he mummers, thumb now running gently across the reddened skin, Buck lets his mouth relax, his breath quickening at the look in Eddie’s eyes.

“Yes we’re good,” he starts to push Buck backwards “and we have some time before Chris will be back. If you can think of anything we could do?” His eyes crinkle as he says it and Buck’s hit with a wave of love and affection, it’s coming from both of them, flowing freely in both directions.

Buck laughs, as Eddie pushes him lower, he lets himself be pressed flat onto the bed, “cool, did you want to get some chores done” he smirks at the look he gets “cos I kinda need to tidy up round here.”

“Shut up” Eddie tells him fondly, as he leans further forward, hands on either side of Buck’s head, swinging his leg over so he can straddle Buck.

Buck likes the direction this is going “You going to make me?” he challenges teasingly.

”Maybe” Eddie’s voice is deep and holds a promise Buck is very interested in investigating. He can’t help notice how the muscles of Eddie’s arms flex as he gets slowly closer controlling his decent carefully until he’s lying flat on top of him, their bodies pressed together. Buck shudders at the relief it brings, Eddie’s a steady reassuring weight holding him down, enveloping him, with their chests pressed together like this their hearts are aligned, beating so closely to each other. He feels a little dizzy at the thought as he lifts his head up, silently asking to be kissed. Eddie obliges, dipping down to close the tiny gap left between them, taking Buck’s lips softly with his own, moving them slowly over Buck’s. He teases and pulls at the sensitive flesh gently until Buck’s moaning softly, moving with him. Eventually Eddie pulls away lightly nipping at Buck’s now swollen lip. He sits up moving his weight in just the right way to make Buck groan louder and move his hips in response.

Eddie looks flushed, his eyes bright in the dim room but he chuckles. “You have missed me huh, if a little kiss can get you all worked up like this.” Buck attempts an outraged glare because he says it as if Buck can’t see how hard Eddie is too, as if he isn’t sitting there with a wicked smile as he rocks his hips gently, moving against Buck sending little jolts of pleasure through them both.

Then Eddie rubs against him harder and Buck arches up stifling another moan he manages to say “want me to show you how much I missed you?”

Eddie keeps up the steady rhythm and Buck’s needy whine finally slips out.

“Oh I can tell baby” Eddie sounds extremely pleased by the fact and by the way Buck suddenly gasps out his name.

“Tell me more” he says his voice becoming rougher, letting his own need start to show. Buck knows how much Eddie likes it when he talks in bed, what it does to him. He’s happy to oblige.

“That first night I was so cold without you,” Eddie leans back down to start work on Buck’s jaw and neck, it makes it harder to concentrate but Buck makes the effort, “couldn’t sleep, wanted you to keep me warm.” Eddie hums next to his skin asking for more.

“Missed you arms, your hands” his breath stutters as Eddie’s mouth makes contact with his chest, clever fingers having unbuttoned his shirt without him noticing. Eddie runs his fingers over muscle and sucks marks onto his body then soothes them with kisses. Buck arches up with breathless gasps that pushes his hips forward. He’s stopped talking so Eddie prompts him “what else did you think or” he hums against his skin, runs the flat of his tongue over Buck’s nipple “do while I was gone?”

Buck gathers himself and continues “Thought about you, things you’d do to me if you were there. Thought about this, your mouth all over me” Eddie grazes his teeth over Buck’s nipple making him hiss in pleasure. “Yeah like that, made me hard Eddie just thinking about you. Wanted to touch myself”

Eddie sounds cool and collected when he asks “Did you?”

“Tried to be good and wait but I couldn’t, felt so good, not as good as your hand, still wished it was you”

He’s aching now dick trapped in his trousers straining for release.

“Show me” Eddie pulls away, and Buck can see he’s not calm at all, he’s flushed and his eyes look almost black, his desire clear in his heated gaze.

Now Buck’s got room to move, he misses Eddie’s warmth but he makes quick work of his clothes. Eddie’s still dressed, sitting next to him, his eyes burning as he watches Buck revel more and more skin until there nothing left to remove, Eddie takes a deep breath, “Shards you’re so ….” His hand traces across his body, chest, stomach, sliding his hand past his hips to linger over the strength in his thighs, his hand roams freely but he doesn’t touch the one place Buck wants him too.

Eddie’s watching him intently eyes dark and hooded. “Show me” he asks again then comes back to press soft bites into the flesh of his neck up to his ear, making Buck whimper, he whispers “don’t rush baby take your time.”

Buck’s eyelids flutter shut, his hands traces the outline of his cock, he lets his fingers drift lightly up and down, he’s only starting to tease himself. He can hear the hitch in Eddie’s breathing and opens his eyes to see him staring down the length of his body, he’s transfixed by the sight of Buck’s hand sliding up and down. Buck wants to push them both a little further.

“I touched myself like this, thinking about you, wishing it was you.” He lets his grip get firmer he wants a little more, he moans at the feeling and at the thought that Eddie’s watching, enjoying what he sees, getting harder. He can feel him against his leg, a firm solid line, he smiles when he starts to move, rubbing himself against Buck’s thigh. He’s trying to be quiet but he’s not doing very well. Eddie shifts slightly Buck doesn’t realise where his hands have gone until he feels a finger slide between his legs to circle slowly around his entrance,

“Did you touch yourself here too? Imagine me here?”

He had but he can’t say it because Eddie fingers have pushed in a little and taken his words away.

“Buck?

He’s panting now, feeling a little desperate “yeah yeah I did, didn’t feel like this, more, please.” The last word comes out as a desperate moan. Eddie gives him more, pushing in again but only a little, teasing him more than anything until Buck’s a shivering mess within a few minutes.

Eddie’s voice pulls him out of the wave of sensations “I wasn’t planning on fucking you Buck, was planning on riding you, make you come like that but now I can’t choose.” Buck can only gasp, Eddie has two fingers in him and it’s not enough,

“both we could do both” he stutters out. Eddie laughs, “so greedy” he kisses him and slides his fingers out, keeps a little pressure there so Buck twitches trying to get them back.

“No, you look so good, sound so needy, I think I’ll fuck you” he sounds so casual, like they’re discussing what to have for breakfast and he’s not driving Buck out of his mind. Buck’s nods to show he’s on board, he can’t talk because Eddie’s other hand is in his mouth fingers sliding in and out. Buck’s playing with them with his tongue, moaning around their thickness thinking about Eddie’s cock in his mouth instead. “You look so ready for it baby, is that what you wanted while I was gone, my cock in you making you come?

Fuck it was, and it sounded even better now it was Eddie suggesting it while his fingers are dipping back in stretching him, when Eddie lets his fingers slide from Buck’s mouth over his throat and rests his hand above his heart, Buck quickly makes it clear what he wants.

“Please Eddie can we, will you? I want it.”

Eddie moves, grabs the salve they use for just these occasions and with one quick pull brings Buck to the edge of the bed leans over for more kisses as unbuttons himself, uses the salve with more teasing fingers and then lines himself up, bending Buck’s knees, and slowly so slowly pushes in. The long slow slide makes them both moan and Buck’s hands grasp at the covers of the bed.

Eddie keeps his pace slow, enjoying Buck’s increasingly frantic noises, his words of encouragement to go harder, faster, he doesn’t listen, trying to make this last. Buck’s hands seek and find his own cock and start to move around it, firm hard strokes, he doesn’t want to wait any longer, with each stroke he sounds even wilder, until it’s too much temptation for Eddie and he does what he Buck’s begging him to do, increases the pace and is rewarded in a few moments with increasingly frantic moans.

”yeah Eddie just like that,” he’s panting and gasping, getting so close “harder, there, yeah, that’s it I’m so close, he lets out a strangled whimper “ yeah, there ah, you’re gonna make me come, yes” he can hear his own ragged breathing as the words peeter out and become a long high gasp as he comes with a bone deep shudder. Eddie watches wide eyes tracing the evidence of Buck’s pleasure spread out all over his chest and with only a few more thrusts joins him with his own soundless gasp.

Once their heartbeats settles they rearrange themselves. Eddie pulls Buck in close, kisses him starting between his birthmark and the thread score that’s healing.

Buck mummers “welcome home” and Eddie smiles into the kisses he’s leaving against Buck’s face.

It is very good to be back.

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