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bitchylandtyphoon · 3 years

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Sugar on Honey🍯

A/N: Hellooo I hope you guys are doing great I just wanted to try writing a Jim Hopper fic since I barely see any like come on he's so fine and ugh. Ahem anyways pls enjoy the story if u have any recommendations feel free to comment! If u have a request feel free to send a message to me! I'm still new to Tumblr so I'm not really sure how to work any of this sorry about that! ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- Hopper didn’t understand how you were so calm with Eleven. He tried, he really did. He took care of Eleven as if he was her own but he couldn't be as gentle and soft as you were. “This is an apple ok? It's red, sweet and a fruit. This is a cucumber, it's green and a vegetable!” Hopper watched as you taught Eleven basic English. “Ok, now you try” You hold up a bunch of grapes. “These are...grapes, sweet, blue and...fruit?” Eleven guessed while squinting hard at the grapes. “Heyyyy not bad! You're doing great, you just mixed up purple with blue but no biggie. Do you wanna do another one?” You said encouragingly. Eleven nods and proceeds to pick another product to investigate. “Oooh~ Hopper watches as you two laugh and learn, he couldn't stop himself from smiling, he appreciated what you were doing especially since Eleven was on house arrest. You were the only one he could trust. He absentmindedly takes a sip of his dark coffee hissing as it was too hot to drink. “You ok?” Hopper looks up to see you looking at him with a worried expression on your face. He loved that face, it was pretty cute. He chuckled “Ye, just too hot to drink” “Be careful before you burn your tongue off for good” You start cleaning the food off of the ground. “Yeah yeah, I won't mom” Hopper jokes as he goes into the kitchen. “Very funny Hopper haha” You give a playful glare “What is so funny? Ha...ha?” Eleven asks, seeing you two joking around not understanding the sarcasm. “Oh it's just sarcasm honey, try finding it in the dictionary, you'll find the meaning there.” You give a gentle smile while pointing to the thick book. “Well, there you go word of the day.” Hopper comes back into the hall sitting in the big chair stirring his spoon in the white coffee-stained mug. You wondered how much coffee he really drinks in a day. “S-A-R-C-A-S-M? the use of i- irony to m-mock or con-convey contempt?” Eleven read trying to read the words correctly. She looked at you for guidance and approval. “Good job kid, you’re doing so well, I need to go now, be a good girl for me ok?” you kissed her crown and gave a hug feeling her arms slowly wrapping around your bottom. “Bye-bye now~” “Bye (Y/N)” Eleven gave a small shy smile as she watched you look for your coat. “Here you go, make sure to zip up” Hopper gives you your coat helping you put it on. “Mm thanks, Hopper” “You want a ride?” Hopper suggests side-eyeing you while he refills his coffee. “I think ill manage, il call if anything happens” “Nope nope it's freezing, not letting you go out alone especially when it's night,” He says sternly as he puts on his coat and boots grabbing his keys on the way to the door “I'll be fine-” “Come on, let's go” You sigh “Ok fine” You trudge to his truck knowing he wouldn't let you win the argument. Giving a small wave to Eleven through the window. You pull his hand stopping him from going too close to the truck. “What, what's wrong, did you forget something?” Hopper asked “No you did” Hopper gives you a confused look “Eleven” “What about her?” “You didn't tell her bye” You take your hand backcrossing it against your chest as you look at the chief disappointed. Hopper sighs and goes back to the house, you watch as he tells Eleven bye” “Happy?” He says with his arms out as he walks towards you. “Depends,” You say as you open the truck door. You wait until he starts the car and starts moving out of the parking area. “What did you tell her?” “What?” “What did you tell her?” “I told her to keep the doors locked, not go out, keep windows and curtains closed-” “Hopperrr” You interrupt him,

sighing with your head down “What have I told you, give be gentle with her. She’s smart and strong, she can handle herself if anything happens. All you have to do is give her a simple bye and a hug” You put a hand on his leg “I know you're trying Jim, I really do know that. I've seen some progress and I'm really happy for both of you. Don’t be so harsh on her ok? She’s just a kid” Hopper sighs calming under your touch. “I know, I know I just. I feel like if I don't be hard on her, she’ll run away, get in some serious trouble and go meet her boyfriend.” Hopper rolls his eyes thinking of Eleven and MIke together. “Well if I was on house arrest and a teenager I would've run away to see my boyfriend too,” You say taking your hand off of his leg. “No you wouldn’t, you wouldn't even go out to the park, you were too much of a wuss,” He says as he looks for something in his coat. You dramatically gasp “Ok first of all, you're right, I would've never run away. Second, I have strict parents and you know that. Third I am not a wuss I just like staying home,” you sigh “who am I kidding I hated going out and being around people, especially with those dumb kids running around” You shake your head thinking of how introverted you were as a kid. Hopper laughs, throwing his head back watching you jokingly pout at him. He takes a cigarette out of his right pocket. “Well you were always the kid in the back of the room, quiet and shy, never understood how you could keep your mouth shut for so long” You grab the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it away somewhere in the car making him give you a glare “You know how my parents are, “be quiet,” “be good,'' “do good in school”, “no boys”” You say, quoting your parents' famous words. “Well at least they raised a good person,” He said, giving a genuine compliment your way. “Hah, that was all my doing” Frowning remembering how horrible your parents were at raising a child. You saw Hopper turning the radio on. You knew what he was doing but you weren't going to stop him at all. He turned it to the classic rock channel starting to sing and rock his head. Ah, how you loved him. Hey hey baby when you walk that way, Watch your honey drip, can't keep away Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ahOh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ah. “Here comes Jim Hopper, everyone missing members of Led Zeppelin'' You say as if there's a crowd. I gotta roll, can't stand still Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill You laugh at how amusing he sounds, he's not half bad for the chief of police. Eyes that shine, burnin' red Dreams of you all through my head You throw your head back clutching your stomach, you just couldn't stop laughing. “Come on singggg, I know you know this one” Hopper says encouraging you to sing. “Noooo, are you crazy?!” You yell at him “Come onnnn” He pushes you You roll your eyes as he starts singing again. Hey, baby, oh baby, pretty baby Move me like you're doin' now- “Who knew the kitten could sing huh?” Hopper looks at you while you start singing with a big smile.

Didn't take too long 'fore I found out What people mean by down and out

Spent my money, took my car Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star~ ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- “Thanks for the ride, really appreciate it Jim. Goodnight. Make sure to get some rest ok?” You say as you close the door “Yeah yeah mom, I get it” You give him a glare through the window door. Giving him a wave you turn around to your place. “Hold on!” You hear Hopper's voice shout behind you. Stopping in your tracks you turn around to see Hopper speed walking towards trying not to slip from the thick snow on the ground. The night was so beautiful, the snow was thick and flowing down like paper, it wasn't too cold but just cold enough to make the tip of your nose red. The street lights were on looking like yellow stars in the dark blue sky. It was perfect. “You forgot your bag,” He said, giving it to you. “Oh? OH thank you” you said, giving him a thankful smile while reaching for the bag. “It's fine, it's not like I'm gonna steal it now” Hopper chuckles putting his hands in his coat pockets. “Well, why would anyone steal a gift they gave to someone else?” You said giggling as you put the bag on. He grins “It looks good on you by the way, really suits you” “Oh, thanks” You blush at the comment while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just thinking, you don't have to if you want, but I just wanted to ask you if u wanted to go on a date? I was thinking of a restaurant but only if u wanted to go there, we can go somewhere else, really up to you," he sighed "I'm gonna shut up now, have a goodnight” Hopper turned on his heel and started leaving but felt a tug on his coat. “I would love to go on a date with you Jim,” You said, giving him a gentle smile. You stood up on your tiptoes giving him a peck on the cheek. It felt different because of the stubble but you liked it. The butterflies in both of your stomachs were going crazy, fluttering around as if they were being chased by a bird. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace but fell back down due to the height difference.

“6 pm Friday at Johnnie's?” “I would love that, casual dress code?” “Why would we need a dress code?” He joked “Hoppperr” You hit his chest distancing yourself heading to your house. You stood on the porch seeing him waiting for you to go in your house safely. You lean against your doorway. “Goodnight Jim” God he loved it when you called him by Jim, it was like sugar on honey. “Goodnight kitten” You smiled at the nickname.

Heading inside you close the door, leaning against it. “EEEEEEEEEEE he actually asked me out, oh my god” You laugh at how excited you were acting. You couldn't wait. --------------------------------------❈-------------------------------------- Hopper headed to his truck getting in and turning the radio on. “Good job Hop, good job” He chuckled as he drove off. He couldn't wait.

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In which the AFAB!Reader discovers what Bo and Vincent can achieve when they work together.

Dedicated to the fabulous @quiveringdeer for being my sounding board and general awesome human, and to the absurdly talented @thesightstoshowyou for igniting my love for these boys with her phenomenal writing! ❤️ NSFW under the line.

You know you’ve been in the Sinclair household too long when you can identify the person behind you by how they grab your ass.

“Bo,” you sigh, glancing over your shoulder at the smug bastard smirking at you. You’ve been cleaning almost all afternoon, sweeping and scrubbing under the kitchen units, and the stove is your final task before you allow yourself some rest. “Really? Right now?”

“Hell yeah right now,” he chuckles, smoothing a large hand over your jeans-clad ass cheek. “You’re puttin’ on too much of a show here for me to wait, darlin’.”

Setting down the dishrag you’ve been scrubbing the stovetop with, you wipe your hands on the ratty old T-shirt you’re wearing and turn to face him. You can’t lie – even after all these months, he’s still more than a little intimidating to you. Six-foot-one of sinewy red-blooded Louisiana male, leering down at you like a fox cornering a baby rabbit.

“Now, what made you think I was interested in seein’ your face?” he says, gripping your hips and swivelling you back round to face the stove. He’s undoing the button on your jeans when a shadow falls across you from the doorway. You both turn to see Vincent staring at the two of you. He’s dressed casually, meaning in clothes that aren’t caked in wax, his long hair pulled back in a messy ponytail at his neck.

“Little busy here,” Bo warns.

Vincent looks to your face, already flushed with expectant arousal.

It’s my turn, he signs.

“Fuck off it’s your turn,” Bo snorts. “Go on, get.”

But Vincent’s not budging this time. Three long strides and he has his hands on you, jerking you from Bo’s grip and pinning you to his chest.

“The fuck?” Bo looks genuinely annoyed now. “Y’think you can just barge in here and blue-balls me?”

You groan in exasperation. Usually this kind of She’s Mine play would have you feeling hot under the collar, but it’s been a long day. “Look, one or both of you just do it or let me get back to work, okay?”

A thread of silent communication seems to pass between the twins, and Bo’s lip curls mischievously. “You want front or back?” he asks.

Vincent holds his hand out flat in front of his face and moves it downwards to his chin.

Bo shrugs. “Fine by me.”

Before you can so much as question what’s happening, Vincent hauls you up and over his shoulder, carrying you like a sack of potatoes to the ancient shag-pile rug in front of the TV. Setting you down, he quickly pulls off your T-shirt while Bo tugs at your jeans. You step out of them almost automatically, the cogs in your weary brain piecing together what’s about to happen. Forcing you to your knees, the brothers both unbuckle their belts.

“Eldest first,” Bo grins, grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding you to his waiting erection. Your mouth opens automatically and you take him inside, bracing yourself against his thighs as he drags you back and forth along his length.

“Ahh yeah, that’s it, baby.”

Knowing what’s expected of you, you scramble blindly for Vincent, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking it. He lets out a rasping moan and thrusts into your loose grip. Bo allows you to break free and you turn your attentions to Vincent, sucking on him until he’s rock hard against your tongue. You’re vaguely aware of Bo rummaging for something in a nearby drawer, and when your eyes focus on the blue bottle he unearths you realise “front or back” was not referring to Vincent in your mouth and Bo in your pussy.

“Wait—” You try to pull away, try to stand, but Vincent already has a hold of you.

With a strength that always manages to surprise you, he drags you down to straddle his hips, one hand already on his cock, nudging the tip at your slit. Despite your disquiet at the way Bo is approaching leisurely from behind, you can’t stop the moan that falls from your lips as you’re impaled on Vincent’s impressive girth. He may be the quieter of the twins, but he’s by no means merciful – not with his victims, and not with your body. You thank stars for the natural lubrication of your arousal that allows him to penetrate with little resistance, the sting of the stretch lasting only a moment before the warmth of pleasure blankets you. Vincent’s hands settle on your waist, easing you slowly – but firmly – down, until your thighs meet his hips. You unconsciously push upwards as he lifts you, chasing that spark of bliss that curls through your lower belly. Vincent’s thumbs paint patterns in your skin, hips thrusting to meet your downward strokes. You cry out, palms flat against his chest, the muscles in your legs burning with the effort to keep elevated.

“Room for one more?” Bo’s liquor-smooth voice murmurs in your ear, and you feel the straps of your bra ping loose. Throwing the offending undergarment aside, Bo cups your breasts and squeezes hard. You gasp and he claps one hand across your mouth, slipping two thick fingers inside. You taste traces of engine oil and tobacco, the smoky-sweet scent you’ve come to associate with him. Combined with the aroma of wax and clay that clings to Vincent, you’re deliciously trapped in a cloying fog of aphrodesia.

Releasing your mouth, Bo’s hand traces the curve of your spine, pressing between your shoulder-blades to force you into a more accessible position. Your heart pounds and you glance anxiously over your shoulder at him. His eyes glint wickedly back at you, one hand stroking his cock with obvious intent.

“Bo,” you whisper. “Please. . .”

“Please what, baby-doll?” he purrs.

“Don’t hurt me.”

“Now why would I do a terrible thing like that?”

He rubs the tip of one finger, wet from your mouth, against your rear hole; Vincent slows his thrusts to a slow, crawling pace, just enough to keep the fire lit. You squirm as Bo’s digit pushes past the tight ring of muscle, the intrusion not big enough to hurt, but enough to feel unusual. When he adds a second finger, however, you flinch.

“Aw, too much?” You can hear the gleeful grin in his voice. Pushing both fingers in to the second knuckle, he splits them into a V, stretching you in preparation. You guess you should be thankful he’s giving any at all. You feel strangely empty when he pulls them out, but only for the briefest moment before you feel something bigger take their place. Vincent falls still as a figurine, his one sky-blue eye watching your face intently. Reaching between your bodies, he rubs the fore and middle fingers of one hand against your clit, sending a hum of pleasure murmuring through you to counteract what’s happening behind.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Bo grits his teeth as his cockhead disappears inside you. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

By the time he’s fully sheathed, you’re trying to remember your name. You’ve never felt so full as you do now, you would go so far as to say . . . complete. Vincent drinks in your kaleidoscope of expressions like a man dying of thirst; the holy sequence of pain and pleasure that crosses your face more beautiful than any art he could create alone. He gives an experimental thrust and you see Heaven. When the brothers begin moving together, you can just barely cling to your sanity. The warm, soothing ecstasy from Vincent integrated with the sharp, gratifying pain being served to you by Bo takes you to a new plane of experience.

“Y’like that, huh?” Bo threads his fingers through your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck. “Y’like being stuffed like a little slut?”

“Nng . . . uhh . . .” Your tongue feels too big for your mouth.

“Say it,” Bo licks a long stripe up the side of your neck. “Tell us what you are.”

“I-I . . .” the tempo of the two of them inside you sends lights popping before your eyes. “I’m— I’m a slut.”

“And who owns your pretty little pussy?” He deals a sharp slap across your ass cheek. “Who does this ass belong to?”

“You!” You’re almost sobbing, your pleasure rising within you like the sun. “Oh God, Bo . . . Vince . . .”

Bo quickens pace, hips smacking into your ass with ruthless force, and Vincent hand is almost vibrating with the speed at which he’s massaging your clit. Your combined gasps and moans rise in harmony, Bo turning the air blue with lustful curses.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” you whimper, white heat radiating upwards through your body from where you’re connected. “I’m— I’m gonna cum . . .”

“That’s it, baby,” Bo grunts, his thrusts evolving into mindless snaps of his hips, jerking so sharply you wonder if you’ll have bruises there tomorrow. “You’re gonna be drippin’ with cum after this. Gonna fill you so fuckin’ full.”

Your scream must echo to the church when you finally finish, your inner walls pulsating against Vincent’s cock and drawing his own orgasm from him. The warmth of his seed fills you, spilling down your thighs.

“Gonna cum in your ass,” Bo’s breathing is ragged, you can tell he’s close. “Gonna fuckin’—”

The sensation of cum shooting deep into your ass is an interesting one, but the wild howl of ecstasy that emits from Bo more than makes up for it. Both brothers are twisted, broken, often cruel, but God if they don’t give you pleasure the like of which you’ve never known; or likely ever will again.

You collapse onto Vincent’s chest as Bo pulls out of you, unable to keep your balance any longer. Vincent’s softening cock is still inside you, twitching occasionally when you move. Bo staggers to his feet and cups your jaw in his palm, claiming a feral kiss from your dry lips.

“You’re ours, Y/N,” he says.

“Yours . . .” you nod dazedly. You think you might pass out.

Both of you glance down at Vincent. It’s not often that he speaks, but the monosyllabic moments he does are always worth the effort. Lifting his wax mask from his face, he gives his own interpretation of Bo’s signature smug grin.

“Ours.”

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SULA’S SONG : Part 25 : THE END OF THE SUN’S DAUGHTER : A World of Sea tale

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SULA’S SONG : THE END OF THE SUN’S DAUGHTER

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Jenna started by saying, “The first thing that I thought of is sort of a principle. If we are going to do a total refit for war, the needs of fighting have to come first. We can fit our people around what's needed for combat.”

Master Guliard interrupted, “That is very true. I . . .” he paused and visibly struggled to be diplomatic. “May I put that up in the boatshop for everyone to see?”

Mistress Culark amended that by saying, “We need it up in every shop, Ducky. Not just yours.”

Sula pointed back to the drawing and asked, “What do you think that we will need, Jenna?”

Jenna bit her lip and fearfully said, “I thought of several things. To be sure what I want to show you I need to know if we are going to use fire weapons, like the Borens are using?”

Mistress Culark confirmed, “We are, my little hawk. We are making some that we can throw by catapult.”

Jenna nodded thoughtfully to herself and then surprised them all by saying, “I thought so. Loading them will be dangerous, won't it?”

Mistress Culark looked at Jenna with a seriously dawning respect and said, “They will be safe enough to handle and fire from the catapults. If you mean filling them, you are right. That is the most dangerous part of using them.”

Now sure of herself, Jenna pointed at the drawing and suggested, “Make the Armory a lot bigger and put it right here in the middle of the section. It should use all three decks. Make the filling part on the bottom deck and make the floor easy to drop out if there is a loading accident. That will put both the burning stuff and anyone in there down into the water. That gives both the crew and the ship the best chance of living through the accident.

“Run fireproof corridors to magazines fore, aft, starboard and port. While I watched the battle at the Gathering, I saw how we used our catapults and how the Haghunter used theirs. We need our strongest ones up forward, and one or two strong ones astern, as well as the all of the regular catapults.”

Master Guliard thought for a moment and Sula was pleased to see him start to reject the idea and then get a grip on himself. Thoughtfully he looked and finally said, “We could do that. The amount of damage that we already have in the center platform means that we have to completely restructure it. It will need a lot of calculation to do this but the basic notion is sound. I especially like the idea for the weapon loading bay.”

Just as Jenna was relaxing some Sula said, “When I asked you to think of these things, Jenna, I didn't expect this. What made you think so deeply?”

Jenna's young shoulders began to shake. Tears came to her eyes and she sniffled before she was able to get a grip on her emotions. “Ma'am, I was out with you in your boat at the Starseeker wreck. All of those people were murdered. I knew and played with seven of their kids. I identified them all when we brought their bodies aboard. I knew children from the Morag, the Morgan and the Lucky Lady too.”

Even red and rimmed with tears, Jenna's eyes hardened and her back stiffened. “Ma'am, You gave me a chance to put a harpoon into those killers who have turned their backs on the Law and the Dragons. I want our ship to send as many of of them to Dark Iren as we can before we get sent to him ourselves.”

Master Guliard regarded the child before him and asked, “Why are you so sure that we will be sunk? We will be better prepared for war than they are.”

Jenna nodded, “True, Master. They not only outnumber us, we will be fighting in waters that they know. They may simply swarm us until we have nothing left to shoot at them or maybe they might trick us into shallows on a Dragon Tide.” Bleakly, she added, “Like the Strong Skin that killed my mother and father, they don't take prisoners or save survivors. Mirenda and Master Rokor are good foster parents but I don't expect to live long enough to have a child of my own. Perhaps I can keep the Borens from killing many other children.”

Sula nodded a sympathetic understanding, her own eyes tearing a little as she said, “I wish that I had your faith in Dragons to sustain me, Jenna. I won't try to hide the truth from you. I think that you are almost certainly right. On all points. We have to oppose the Boren fleet, even if we die in the attempt.”

After studying the rest of Master Guliard's damage reports and Mistress Culark's weapon designs Sula came to a decision. “This is all better than I had hoped for. Still, we now need all of the rest of the Masters in on the rebuild. We will have the meeting in the starboard mess room. Jenna, will you go to find them and let them know, please?”

With a brisk, “Aye, Ma'am!” Jenna left on her errand.

Master Guliard watched Jenna go and commented, “I think that child may be the most dangerous person on Sea. While the Borens figured out weapons to fight with and we worked on better ones, she was thinking about War, not just fighting. When she is old enough, if we live so long, I want her in my shop. She will probably wind up as an officer instead.”

The End of the Sun's Daughter:

For the next two weeks, Sula nursed her damaged vessel north. At last they reached 75 degrees North latitude and the legal safety of the Dragon Sea. The frigid waters teemed with schools of the twenty to sixty centimeter, eel-like gluefish. Boats put out to net the bounty of precious fish necessary to make the many specialized glue formulations needed to repair and rebuild the ship.

As the fishing proceeded, Strong Skins began to attack both the fish and the fishermen. The harpooners and catapult crews reaped fish after valuable and deadly fish. Their hides were necessary to make or repair almost anything.

It was quickly apparent that, in these latitudes, waiting for nightfall was wasted time. The sun never fully set, only barely kissing the southern horizon. The sun at nadir lit everything with a pale and ghastly light. Even at it's low laying high noon, it shed little to no warmth. The cooks needed far longer to get food ready with the big solar ovens.

Seeing that problem, Sula sat down to her big abacus and began to calculate. After a few hours, she took her results to the now very busy Master Guliard. He called over Willim, one of his journeymen, to look at Sula's design.

Rubbing his chin, Willim remarked, “Not too difficult. Tricky to get the first one to fit that curvature exactly, but then we can use it to make a mold and lay up the rest of them without any difficulty. We will need more Sidejumper scales to line them with than we have in stock at present.”

Sula said thoughtfully, “We just took three of them. Good sized ones, too.”

Surprised, Willim replied, “Three? They're usually pretty solitary.”

Sula nodded agreement. “I know, Willim. The way that things are going right now, I would almost say that the Great Dragons are helping us. Pity that I don't believe in them. I think that we have simply found what a sea untouched by human fishing is like.”

Willim closed and opened his eyes slowly, a respect to Blind Mecat, the Dragon of Wisdom, and said, “Perhaps, Ma'am, it's both.”

Sula grinned and said, “I can accept that. Now get on these new reflectors for the cooks. We need lots of hot food and the old reflectors aren't doing the job.

“We also need to process all of these gluefish and our old equipment is falling far behind the catch.”

Willim agreed, “With all of the repairs and refitting, we do need better equipment for the glue processing. I could take this plan of yours and make one two or three times the size. Those gluepots are big.”

Sula just said, “That sounds good. Do it. I will leave the work in your hands.”

On her way back to her cabin and some shred of warmth, Sula saw Nightwatch Allen hard at work. He was keeping the ship's children enthralled by some tale or other. Instead of words, he seemed to be conveying the story by gesture alone. The reason for that was obvious.

Neither he nor his charges were cold at all. They were swaddled head to toe in thick black garments that only showed their eyes. Even their hands were thickly gloved. In spite of their faces being fully covered, they sometimes interrupted . . . with gestures of their own. Nightwatch Allen always responded comically as if he were surprised or indignant. That always brought a flutter of hands from the children.

One of the children started to say, “But what was the Dragon's na . . .” and was instantly pulled back by a hand over his or perhaps her mouth by a child behind. Embarrassed, the silenced child raised a hand and made a series of gestures.

Those, Nightwatch Allen responded to with gestures of his own. As she watched, Sula began to realize that there was a genuine language being used. She wondered how he managed to teach it to the children so easily.

Back at her cabin door, Sula saw a small change. There was a ribbed plate attached to the panel. A small stick like a short chopstick hung from it by a string. Curious, Sula ran the stick across the ribs. The noise that it made was louder than she expected. Looking closely, she saw that there was a resonating chamber under the surface, making it a sort of small drum that used the door panel as one of its heads.

Sula went into her cabin. Since it was not her watch, Jenna was not there. Sula walked to the chart table and got some crumbs and spread from the dish that Jenna always left there for Little Peep. She fed him but before he would take any for himself, he first stuffed the craws of his four nestlings.

Sula tried to sleep but, as so often these days, her dreams chased her back to wakefulness. Apparently she got more sleep than she realized because Jenna was crouching beside her, tucking another blanket over her Captain. Sula could see that Jenna was smiling at her by the set of her body and head. Her cabin girl was fully covered by the same dark garments that Sula had seen on the other children at the storytelling session.

Reflexively, Jenna started to gesture at Sula and then said, “Sorry, Ma'am. Did you sleep well? You didn't toss as much as usual. I brought you a breakfast. It's on the chart table. I'm afraid that Little Peep raided your bread roll. I hope that you don't mind beak marks in it.”

Sula smiled and sat up, pulling her blankets close. “I don't mind sharing with Little Peep at all Jenna. May I have that breakfast now?”

Jenna managed to look guilty as she put a cover over the plate and set it on a small device. Sula grinned, “You let the little guy swipe my bun! What is that thing?”

As Jenna turned her head, her headcloth turned along with her gaze, the eye holes staying firmly in front of her eyes. “Yes, Ma'am, I did. He was hungry. This is a heating device that Mikal made. He is one of Master Guliard's apprentices. It has an oil reservoir and several wicks. It lights with this little bulb. See, I push the bulb and it lights the oil in the wicks with a tiny bit of anhydrous drier.” Sula watched with interest as her plate heated and steam began to rise from the cover.

When Jenna brought her the hot plate of food, Sula fell to with a will. Her flashing chopsticks made short work of the food while it was still warm. Replete, Sula noticed that Jenna had blown out the heater's lamps and covered the device.

Sula asked, “Jenna? What are those gestures that I saw you using?

Jenna paused and thought carefully about something before saying, “Ma'am, we children were sworn to secrecy by Mister Allen. Captain, I can only tell you because you are the biggest child on the ship. Mister Allen calls it Dayspeech because we can use it anytime that there's light enough to see. We children use it among ourselves so that we won't interrupt or interfere with all of the important work that is going on. Mister Allen uses it to tell us stories to keep us entertained and out from underfoot.”

Gently Sula pressed, “And how did you all learn a whole new language so easily?”

Jenna shrugged and fluttered a hand before replying, “We didn't. It's just Drumtalk.” She held her left hand palm up and placed the open fingers of her right hand into her left palm. “See? My palm is the drumhead. The first two fingers are the signal sticks, the third is the word end stick, the little finger is the pause punctuation stick, thumb is the exclamation and question stick and a short finger clench is a paragraph. A fist says that you are done.”

Jenna began to slowly and silently beat on her left palm, “It is Dayspeech when we take away the palm and hold the fingers up where we can see the beats.” She finished with her hand up, fist quickly clenched and released.

Smiling, Sula laboriously signaled back, “That was clever of Nightwatch Allen.

“Where did you get those warm looking clothes?”

Jenna clearly, by her body set, grinning, signaled back, Mistress Malein, the tailor and Mikal working together made them for us.”

Thoughtfully, Sula asked out loud, “Jenna, will you please find Nightwatch Allen, Mistress Malein and Mikal and have them report to my cabin?”

Jenna pointedly looked at Sula's hand. Sula returned another big grin and carefully, but already more quickly, signaled the request in Dayspeech. Jenna promptly signaled assent and scampered off on her errand.

Sula laughed to herself at the way that Jenna was including her as one of the ship's children. In an odd way, that inclusion helped her to deal with the emptiness that she felt where Davaros should be. Having the ship to distract her mind from her loss helped too. There was so much to be done. Thank the Dragons for so many details to attend to.

Sula was at work, redoing the ship's entire mast, rigging and sail plan, her big abacus's beads clicking rhythmically. There was a clear scratching rattle from the door. Sula clapped her hands in invitation and the door slid open. It was Jenna accompanied by Mistress Malein, Mister Allen and Mikal.

Sula offered them cushions to sit on and said, “I called you here because the three of you are connected in something that we need for the ship.”

Mikal looked puzzled. He asked, “What could that be?”

Sula pointed to Jenna and then gestured, “Come here, Jenna. They need to understand the importance of your outfit.”

Nightwatch Allen's eyes widened as he saw Sula's use of Dayspeech. He filled in, “The children's clothes are that important?”

Sula nodded seriously and replied, “They are. We presently have five of the crew, three women and two men, in sick bay being treated for frostbite or at least severe chill to the point of dangerously reduced body temperature. Clothes like these could prevent or reduce the problem.”

Sula turned to Nightwatch Allen and said, “Jenna tells me that you came up with the basic idea. Why black?”

Nightwatch Allen shrugged, “It catches heat easily. Besides, Mistress Malein has practically a hold full of black canvas.”

Sula chuckled and pointed out, “These are far more than just canvas. Whose idea was that?”

Mistress Malein said, “When Cole, um, Mister Allen, explained what he wanted I made up a layered cloth. There is the canvas shell, two layers of Master Stimm's thickest knit and a satin weave inner liner. That is why the clothes are a bit bulky. At least none of the children are getting very cold.”

Sula smiled her praise and said, “That is quite ingenious. When Jenna turns her head, the eyeslits stay in front of her eyes. How is that done?”

Nightwatch Allen pointed at Mikal and said, “His idea, Captain. The first time that I turned my head and wound up looking at the inside of the hood, I knew that we needed something. Mikal was off watch. Since he and I get along, I asked him about it. He made a small sort of mask out of black finished Strong Skin. It fastens behind your head and is sewn into the hood. Each mask is specifically fitted to the wearer.

“Jenna, take off your hood so that the others here can see how it works.”

Jenna reached up behind her head and untied the securing string. She then slid the whole hood loose. Blushing, she handed the hood to Sula. Sula thoughtfully asked, “Why are you embarrassed, Jenna?”

Ducking her head, Jenna replied, “You get used to being covered up really easily. It's cold without it.”

Sula replied, “I see. Mistress Malein, Mikal, this is quite well done. Can you do these quickly? We need to fit everybody aboard with these clothes.”

Mistress Malein said, “I have the other cloths in plenty for the task but we will need a lot more of the knit. It wouldn't hurt if it was even thicker or fluffier, somehow.”

Jenna almost fearfully raised a hand. Sula nodded to her and Jenna pointed out, “The knit cloth is easy to make. I made some for Master Stimms' demonstration. We kids could make it, if somebody set up the loom for us.”

Nightwatch Allen gestured something at Jenna, who grinned and fluttered her right hand at him. Sula gestured, “I caught that part about volunteering but what was the hand flutter, Jenna?”

Jenna gestured back, “That's how we laugh without sound.”

Sula promptly fluttered her right hand.

Mikal and Mistress Malein were looking on in bemusement. Sula explained, “Mister Allen warned Jenna that if she keeps on volunteering, someday somebody will put her to work. I will too. It appears that we have the answer to this whole problem. I will leave you to it. Mikal, if Master Guliard objects, tell him that I have assigned you to this task for now. Dismissed.

“Mister Allen, please remain. I have another task for you.”

After the others were gone, Sula said, “The Sun's Daughter sank three days after that squall.”

Nightwatch Allen looked about in mock surprise and commented, “How did I miss that? I think that I would have noticed it.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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CURSED: CHAPTER FOUR

"We run together, they're my family"

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: Mack finds something out about herself, Ben takes her cliff diving

Warnings: swearing maybe? Kinda death?

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The sun peaking through the curtains woke Mack from her slumber, making her yawn and roll over to face the clock. 10:28am. She turned over to she Jo still sleeping, looking peaceful and beautiful as always. Mack carefully stood up and out the covers back over Jo, creeping out the room and walking downstairs. She quietly walked into the empty kitchen and got some water. She new the house was empty because Jo's parents were taking the other kids out to some park so Mack and Jo had opted to stay home.

"Morning." Someone breathed behind her and Mack dropped her glass the sink, cringing as it smashed loudly when it hit the metal basin. "Woah, calm down. It's just me." Kai said in a jokey tone, gently pushing Mack out the way and staring to clear up the broken glass.

"You terrified me!" Mack said with her hand on her heart, her blood pumping way to fast as she tried to get her breathing back to normal.

"Sorry, I thought you new I was still home." Is all Kai said before cursing and dropping the glass he had gather.

"Hey are you okay?" Mack said slightly worried as she saw the crimson liquid dripping down Kai's palm as he shoo it from pain and frantically looked for a towel. He finally found one in a draw and held it over his wound, wincing in pain. Mack rolled her eyes and walked over to him, grabbing the towel from him.

"Sit down, I'll help you." She said and Kai chuckled.

"That sounded like you care about me." Kai laughed and pulled out a dining chair from the table with his good hand before sitting down. Mack scoffed and sat opposite him, pulling his hand into her lap and dabbing what she could see if the cut with the now-damp towel. Kai winced and Mack apologised, before chucking the cloth to the table and trying to tug up the sleeve of Kai's jacket. When that didn't work, she pushed the fabric off his shoulders before tugging it down his arms. She hung the black jacket over the back of Kai's chair before resuming her last position and grabbing his hand again.

"Careful, I might think you want to see me naked." Kai said with a smirk and a flirtatious wink and Mack shook her head while holding back laughter.

"In your dreams, Parker." She scoffed and he leant forward smirking.

"Oh, trust me, it is." He whispered before pulling away and winking. They both jumped slightly when they heard the phone ring and Kai stood up, walking over to answer it, holing the towel to his arm.

"Parker household." He answered, following with various sounds of "mhmm" and "yeah" and "uhuh" before holding the phone out to Mack, who stood up and took it from him.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Mack." Her father's voice came.

"Oh, uh, hi dad."

"I need you to come home now, we need to talk." Mack's heart sped up at his words.

"Um, o-okay. I'll head home now I-I guess."

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just really need to tell you something. In person." Her father reassured her and Mack let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Bye."

"Bye." Mack hung up and gave the phone back to Kai before going over to the table and cleaning up the stuff from earlier.

"I have to go." Mack said to Kai before walking up to Jo's room to grab her things.

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Mack walked through the door and instantly stopped in her tracks, seeing Mim and her

dad sat on the sofa, who both looked up when they heard her come in.

"Come sit." Her father said, motioning to the arm chair. Mack swallowed thickly sat down, nervous. "We need to talk." Mack nodded slowly and her gaze flickered from her dad to her sister every few seconds. Her sister took a deep breath before beginning.

"Well, y-you see, mum, she uh wasn't, h-human." Kim stuttered out, not exactly sure how to say it. Mack frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean not human?"

"W-well she was, a uh-" Kim was interjected by their dad.

"She was a werewolf." He said quickly and bluntly. Mack's eyes widened and her mouth hung open.

"B-but h-how?! Werewolves aren't real!"

"They are. I don't know how, but I fell in love with one." Her dad said calmly.

"H-how does it effect me? She's dead." Mack said with a tear in her eye. Mack's mum had passed out in a car crash when Mack was 14.

"Well, werewolves pass on their, um, gene, to any children they have." Kim said shakily. Mack tilted her head in a questioning way.

"I'm not a werewolf though, surely I'd like 'turn' on a full moon or something if I was."

"You have to trigger the curse." Her dad deadpanned.

"Curse? It's a bad thing?" Mack was genuinely confused.

"Y-yes. To turned you h-have to break every b-bone in your body first." Her Kim almost whispered.

"And you have to kill someone to trigger it." Her dad chimed in grimly.

"W-why do you know so much about this already?" Mack's question was directed at Kim.

"B-because I've already triggered it. Recently. We thought you should know so you might be able to avoid the same fate." Kim said softly, still worried they were scaring Mack and unable to read her sister's expression. After that Mack pieced it together. Kim being distant, not going to college despite being smart enough to get a scholarship, her always picking up an extra shift once a month. It all made sense.

"I-I need some air." Is all Mack said before storming out the door and pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and fore finger.

I'm a freaking werewolf, she thought. It made no sense, yet in every way made sense. She needed to distract herself, she needed someone to shout at or to hit something or-

It wasn't until she got to the end of the road that Mack realised she'd been sprinting. She doubled over, out of breath and rested her hands on her knees. Mack hated running, or just sports in general. Her heavily breathing masked the sound of his footsteps and when Ben put a hand on her shoulder Mack jumped in shock and spun around ready to scream. When she realised who it was she calmed down.

"Hey, I saw you running and got worried - you never run." Ben stated before pulling her into a kiss. Mack squirmed and pulled away.

"I'm fine, I just needed some air and didn't really realise I was running..." she trailed off seeing a group of Ben's friends stood a little bit behind him.

"Where have you been? I checked your house yesterday but your dad said you were out." Ben's voice was slightly angry.

"I was at Jo's. I thought I told you." Mack frowned and crossed her arms. Ben nodded and looped his arm around her waist before turning them around and walking them towards his friends.

"We're gonna go cliff diving, wanna join?" He said in a hopeful voice, gesturing to the mixed group of guys and girls looking at them.

"I-I really shouldn't..."

"Awww, c'mon Mack. You're always so boring, all you ever do is try to get a scholarship with those shitty drawings... come have some fun, real fun." He begged, kissing her cheek before placing his lips at her ear. "And maybe we can sneak off and have some fun on our own." He whispered before pulling away and jogging over to the others. Mack stood still for a moment, scared at what might happen if she went and scared of what would happen if she didn't.

She stiffly jogged over time the group of popular girls and boys, nerves coursing through her like waves. She chewed on her nails and Ben threw his arm around her shoulder, his obnoxious laughter ringing in Mack's ear. Her heart jumped when she looked up and her eyes instantly locked on Kai, who fist-bumped another guy - Matthew - with a genuine smile and a melodic laugh. She gulped and Kai looked over at her, sending Mack a wink and a smirk, causing her to look away as fast as she could and focus on the conversation Ben was having with the girl stood by them called Nicole.

Mack took the time to study the girl. She had thick, dark hair made in messy waves that complimented her caramel skin and honey eyes. Her lashes were long and luscious and her lips were plump and full, turned into an innocent smile. She was average height - 5"5 maybe? Her body was gorgeous, with curves in all the right places and not an ounce of fat where it shouldn't be. Like everyone else, she was already in her swimming stuff - with her wetsuit done up to the waist and a slightly revealing, navy blue bikini top which was accented by a silver chain around her neck that supported a simple charm. Mack mentally huffed, knowing she could never compare to a girl as beautiful as Nicole. Mack's look was average (or at least she thought so), with light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders and soft doe eyes that were a common baby blue. She was short and had an average body - no flat stomachs or thigh gap, but still enough curves.

Mack was snapped out of her thoughts when Ben pulled her towards his car.

"We'll pop by Mack's so she can change, we'll catch up to you guys later." He called with a wave, opening the car door and letting her climb inside.

Once they got to Mack's she ran up to her room, swiftly changing into a covering bikini and pulling her wetsuit up to her waist. She quickly chucked her hair up into a high ponytail - leaving it messy with sections falling out at the front to frame her face - and went back downstairs. As she walked into the living room Ben pouted and gestured to her top.

"Babe you know I like the other one better..." he trailed off with a smirk that made Mack sick. He was referring to a bikini Kim had bought her for her birthday that left little to the imagination and was way too easy to take off. Mack rolled her eyes and Ben held out his hand, which Mack took reluctantly and they left to meet the others.

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When they arrived, all the others were already stood at the top the the cliff waiting for Mack and Ben to get there. The couple walked hand in hand from Ben's car to the clifftop to meet the group of about 10 seniors. This is a great way to spend senior year, Mack thought, rolling her eyes at the thought of spending her time messing around with a boyfriend she didn't even like instead of studying and getting good grades and getting into college.

Nicole waved to them and Ben jogged over, leaving Mack to walk the last part on her own. As they reached the top the first three people jumped of the edge, shouting in excitement and fear as they broke the water's surface. Mack's heart sank again, remembering how much she had grown to hate adrenaline activities. She used to love them, when she was popular. She'd do crazy things with her friends every weekend but then her mum died and she figured out her priorities and eating her life was not one of them. A few more people jumped and her nerves got worse, and Mack almost shot 3ft in the air when Kai sneaked up behind her.

"Hey." His smirk was evident in his tone. Mack spun around and slapped his arm.

"You scared the shit out of me!" She complained with wide eyes, huffing as he laughed at her.

"Hey, chill, there's no need to run off, its only me." Mack rolled her eyes as she started to walk off.

"That's kinda the point, dick."

"Ouch.." Kai muttered before catching up to her, walking by her side. "I don't know this was your thing, you know...jumping off cliffs, having fun, spending time with your boyfriend." He teased, poking her in the stomach. Mack sighed frustratedly before walking faster, leaving a grinning Kai behind.

"I'm scared." Mack heard Nicole whine from the edge, standing facing a way from Ben who stood behind her.

"Oh you'll be fine, just jump." Ben waves off, zipping up his wetsuit. Mack headed over to them and stood next to Ben. "Hey baby." He creates and kissed her cheek, before turning his attention back to Nicole.

"I don't think I can do it." She was clearly close to tears. I guess she isn't perfect, Mack thought. Just as she was about to leave Ben grabbed her wrist, making Mack stand behind Nicole.

"Push her babe, trust me, she'll love it." He whispered in her ear. Mack shook her head.

"No, that might work. Push me." Nicole offered, holing her arms out as if to say she was open. Mack gulped and placed her hands on Nicole's back, but her she could retract them Ben 'accidentally' shoved Mack causing Nicole to fall of the cliff screaming. But they never heard a splash. Mack screamed.

"NICOLE!" She shouted, catching the attention of the others.

"Where's Nicole?" Matthew asked, jogging over to the edge. He learned over and backed away with a sound of horror, causing Mack to peak from behind her fingers which covered her pale face. The second she saw what looked like Nicole's lifeless body sprawled on a ledge half way down she shrieked and turned straight back to Ben.

"How could you? You made me push her! You asshole!" Mack screeched, hitting his chest with her fists as tears ran down her eyes. She killed someone. Then it hit her - she killed someone. The curse. "It's all your fault!" She cried and Ben frappes her wrists, dragging her away from the edge.

"Listen here, bitch, you pushed her. It's your fault. And if you ever lay a hand on me again-" Ben's rage was cut off by a unusually welcome voice.

"You'll what, dick?" Kai said with balled fists and a clenched jaw. Ben pushes Mavknto the ground and closed the space between himself and Kai in a few short steps.

"What's it to you? You're just some freak who hides behind snarky comments and sarcasm, I doubt you could do much." Ben spat, standing inches from Kai. Before anyone could stop him Kai's fist collided with Ben's jaw and he wore an expression of pure anger. Ben rubbed where he had been hit but before he could hit Kai back they were interrupted.

"She's moving! I saw her moving!" Matthew shouted, pointing down towards Nicole. Mack's head instantly shit up from where she was cursed into a ball and her tears seems to stop. She was alive? Mack rushed over the the edge just as Nicole let out a groan and her hand twitched.

"She's alive! Someone get help!" Mack screamed.

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the band with no name {Douglas Booth} Part 3

A/N: 3050 words. Is this good? i genuinely don’t know.

[PART 2]

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“I’m not getting a tattoo,” Douglas tells Colson flatly on Friday, still using his Nikki accent, arms crossed in between takes. They’re milling around on the Starwood set for the band’s first gig, and Douglas is in a pair of bright red, plastic boots with a considerable heel, that come all the way up his thighs, and pinch his toes. He’s already in a mood, he doesn’t need Colson’s shit-eating grin.

“I never said -” Colson tries, but he’s still grinning, can’t help himself.

“You implied,” Douglas frowns, shifting his weight on his feet. It didn’t help, “I’m not just going to show up where she works and pretend like I’m going to be a customer, that’s- it’s disingenuous, man,” the English accent slips out a little, but he corrects himself quickly, “and it’s stalking.”

“It’s not stalking -”

“It is if I’m not going to actually get a tattoo,” Douglas raises his eyebrows, watching as Colson spins idly on his drum stool.

“Fine, I’ll get a tattoo, and you can come for moral support or whatever,” he shrugs.

“Still kind of sounds like stalking,” Daniel adds from the edge of the stage, where he’s patiently sitting while a makeup assistant applies fake blood to his cheek. Beside her stands Jonah, the production assistant, diligently holding the bottle cap full of red liquid she was working from. They share a quietly amused look before Jonah glances at Colson, and the woman goes back to work.

“He’s not wrong,” Jonah agrees, and Colson throws his head back with an exasperated groan.

“And Corey said he’d personally skin you if you got any tattoos during filming,” the makeup assistant reminded him. Colson swore under his breath, scowling at the memory, but conceding defeat.

“When’s her gig?” Iwan asked from where he’d been sitting on his amp, texting and drinking water.

“Saturday,” Douglas said with an immediate smile. Thankfully no-one was looking at him enough to call him on it.

“Where?” Daniel asks, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Around,” Douglas answered evasively, expression souring almost immediately.

“Is that a club, or...?” Colson asks, trying to be discrete where he was pulling out his phone. Douglas kind of regrets roping any of them into this.

“Where she’s playing doesn’t matter, because none of you are going, okay?”

“Come on, man, don’t you trust us?” Said by Colson, trying his best to pull off puppy-dog eyes in his Tommy Lee costume and hair, is the absolute last thing that would help Doulgas trust him, or any of them.

“Absolutely not,” though he’s smiling a little at their antics.

“You’re the one who wanted our help,” Daniel throws over his shoulder, and the makeup assistant tells him to stay still.

“You assholes couldn’t keep your noses in your own business; I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“They’re playing Casa Cristo at ten tomorrow night,” Colson announces, blatantly ignoring Douglas, whose whole expression has scrunched into something sour by the time Colson looks back up. He holds out his phone, showing off a photo of your band with the date and time superimposed over it, “it’s on their story.” He says by way of explanation.

“How far away is that?” Iwan asks, and the makeup assistant pauses, and looks to Jonah.

“Fifteen minute drive?” She asks, and they confirm with a nod. Douglas’ dawning horror is kind of funny to watch.

“Have a little bit of faith in us,” Iwan said, with as much of an apologetic smile as he could manage.

“You,” Douglas looked to him, “I have mild faith in; you’re not the one I’m worried about.” At that, both Daniel and Colson make noises of outrage at the implication.

“I’ve been helping you!” Colson exclaimed, betrayed, and Douglas gave him a sidelong glance.

“And honestly, you were doing great at it until you suggested I should find out where she works and get a whole tattoo just to spend time with her.”

“I never suggested -!”

“You implied!”

During the entire car ride to your gig the following day, Douglas strongly contemplates sending you an apology in advance. Literally everyone in the car, including Jonah, who was driving, and the makeup assistant, Ally, who’d tagged along because she’d become invested after they’d filled her in on the fake-band deal, tells him it’s a bad idea.

“We’ll be fine, there’s nothing to apologise for, we’re not gonna helicopter parent,” Colson teased, trying to pinch at Douglas’ cheek, though he slapped him away.

“That kind of shit is exactly what I’m afraid of,” Douglas warned him, pointing a stern finger at him.

“We’ll hold him back,” Daniel says with a half smile; he’s been trying to act less nosy and more trustworthy since yesterday, apparently taking Douglas’ words to heart.

“We’ll try,” Iwan grins, as if momentarily possessed by the spirit of Mick Mars, about to watch his bandmates cause havoc and do very little to stop it. Why was Daniel the one Douglas had been worried about again?

Anyways, nosy bastards the lot of them.

Casa Cristo is already thumping with music by the time they all arrive, fashionably late at ten thirty, all still sporting the remnants of their makeup after filming had wrapped for the day.

When they walk in, AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long is just beginning, and you’re on stage, backlit by the LED parcans you’d brought to add a little something extra to the performance, sculling a pint of water like your life depended on it while the other two thirds of your band’s trio played through the opening of the song.

“She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean; she was the best damn woman that I’ve ever seen,” you leaned into your microphone with a sharp smile as you looked out at the crowd and the dancefloor.

Like always, you’re a sight to behold, in black ripped jeans this time, and a shirt that was more hole than fabric, showing off your fancy bra beneath. There’s what looks to be a leather jacket in a heap beside your bass amp, and you’re rocking in time with the beat as you play your bass.

“That her?” Ally asks over the music; everyone nods in confirmation, “she’s hot as hell; you’ve got good taste.” Douglas can’t help his smile as he moves to the bar to order a drink. The song leads into I Was Made For Loving You by KISS, and then Cum On Feel The Noize, after which the set came to an end, and you promised to be back. The guitarist stops you before you head into the crowd, and the two of you talk in low voices for a moment before he points directly at the gaggle of actors sitting to the back of the room.

Your expression lights up when you spot them. Douglas pretends his heart doesn’t leap at the sight. Jonah head to the courtyard to smoke, joined by Daniel and Iwan, while Ally had headed to the bar, leaving, thankfully, only Douglas and Colson.

You head to the bar first to get a drink, but once you have, you make a beeline for them.

“The band with no name, back again; I don’t know if I should feel flattered or threatened,” you grin, bright and sincere as you say it, joining them at the table they’d commandeered. You’re a little sweaty from rocking out, shining and a little ethereal in the dim club lights.

“We’re scoping out the competition,” Colson grins, titling his glass to you to cheers, which you comply with happily.

“I think that means we have to play some Crue to show you how it’s done,” you answer in kind, shifting your weight on your feet, turning to face Douglas, “how about it? Think I could show you a thing or two?”

“I’d say it’s a good thing Nikki Sixx was busy if it means I get to learn a thing or two from you instead,” Douglas hears himself say, and for a single instant, he’s terrified he’s blown his cover. Your mouth falls open in flustered shock, and your eyes go wide, something pleased amid the surprise in your expression. Colson is holding very still in an effort to not draw attention to himself.

Suddenly, you duck your head, muttering that he’s far too kind, unable to look him in the eye. When you finally do manage to regain your composure, you ask if he wants anything to drink, gesturing to his mostly empty cup.

“It’s fine, I can -” he tries to save you the trouble, but you insist that it’s no trouble.

“You can buy me one later,” and okay there’s absolutely no way to miss the flirty tone of your voice. Douglas really hopes the lights are hiding his slight flush, because he knows they’re absolutely not hiding his own pleased grin.

As you head to the bar, Colson lets out the breath he’d aparently been holding, eyes wide and grin wider as he looks at Douglas.

“What?” Douglas snaps, still feeling the heat in his cheeks.

“That was smooth as hell, my dude,” Colson tells him sincerely, and Douglas lets himself be a little smug.

“You know I do know how to chat up a girl, right?” He asks, and Colson raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Never said you couldn’t.”

“Just took me a bit to figure out Y/N; I’m not bad at it when I kind of know who I’m talking to.”

“Not bad a it?! Fuck, man, that was a bullseye; she’s literally buying you a drink -”

“Who?” Daniel asked, rejoining the group, alongside Ally, who was nursing an espresso martini.

“Turns out Doug’s actually got some game,” Colson smirked, though Douglas just rolled his eyes.

“Of course he has,” Daniel said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “look at his face; that jawline’s got more game than half the guys in here.”

“And the eyeliner,” Ally added with an appreciative nod, which Daniel agreed with easily. At least they were being supportive. By the time you come back, Ally’s trying to reapply eyeliner to Daniel’s waterline and he’s concerned that she won’t be able to see what she’s doing in the dim light and will poke him in the eye.

“I’ll poke you in the eye on purpose, stop moving!” She yelled, his chin held tight between her fingers. You placed the drink down in front of Douglas, slotting easily into the space beside him, agonizingly close, almost touching him but not quite. You watch with confused amusement fore a few moments before Ally finishes up with a flourish; she seems surprised to see you there, and does a double take.

“Y/N,” you offer with a smile, holding out your hand, “are you the one responsible for their eyeliner? Because I must say, I definitely appreciate it,” you grin sharply. Ally shakes your hand after capping her eyeliner and shoving it back in her pocket.

“Ally, and yes, I’m the band’s stylist,” she lies easily, and your eyebrows raise.

“That first gig’s going to be something spectacular if they already have a stylist,” you muse.

“We have a name now too,” Daniel adds, blinking rapidly, trying to clear the tears from his eyes from where they’d been watering from the makeup. You make a noise of intrigue, and Douglas buries his face in his free hand, “The Fourskins.”

“The Fourskins.” You say tentatively, as if trying to hold back laughter, leaning in just enough that your shoulder was touching Douglas’s.

“Because there’s four of us and we play without shirts,” Colson adds, and Douglas chokes on his drink momentarily. If you ever end up watching The Dirt, you’re probably going to end up throttling them all for thinking that this was at all subtle.

As it stands, however, you just nod, and turn the name over in your mind, finally declaring that it works. It’s not long before Iwan and Jonah come back with your drummer in tow, and as soon as your saying hello to the other two, you’re being called back on stage.

“This next one’s for you guys!” You called over your shoulder with a grin as you’re slipping through the crowd towards the stage. The six at the table all chattered amongst themselves, trying to guess which song you’d play; Kickstart My Heart, Take Me To The Top, and Live Wire were all pretty far at the top of the list. After a brief chat with your band, however, you’d turned your bass back on and leaned into the microphone, giving a very distinctive laugh.

And you start to play She Goes Down.

“I think I love her,” Colson snorted, a sentiment which was echoed by both Iwan and Ally, while Douglas tried to keep his composure, which was a struggle with what your voice was doing and how your body was moving to the almost syrupy bass line.

“Flat on my back she goes down,” your eyes flutter close at the bridge, practically making love to the song with your voice going low and seductive, “for backstage pass, she goes down. With all of my friends, she goes down. She gives heart attack, she goes,” you croon, your eyes opening as a grin spreads across your lips and you slam into the final chorus.

The idea that Motley Crue wrote so much about sex had never exactly registered for Douglas, it was just kind of the done thing back in the hair metal scene. It seems like a good majority of songs were either about sex or drugs or both, and but hearing the recording, he’d never been fully aware of the suggestive power of the songs until this moment. Maybe it’s the difference between knowing Nikki Sixx now in 2018, and hearing and seeing you in 2018 sing it live that makes all the difference.

Because he’s trying desperately to commit your entire performance of the song to memory.

“Nikki and Tommy would fucking love this,” Colson adds, to almost universal agreement as the next song began.

The night is joyful and exuberant, and much to Douglas’s surprise, you seem to be spending most of your time between sets with him and the other actors, though judging by the other’s reactions, he shouldn’t be so surprised.

“She’s into you,” Ally told him bluntly, the two of them together at the bar while the others were outside in the cool night air. She spoke to him as if speaking to an idiot, which he resented, “why are you surprised she wants to spend time with you?”

“I’m just...” and he sighed deeply, “I’m just worried that me or one of the guys is going to slip up somehow, and she’ll only want to be around me because of the movie.”

“I don’t think she’s like that,” Ally said softly, patting him on the shoulder.

“And I don’t know her well enough to be able to agree,” Douglas admitted; for all that he liked you, he still wasn’t quite able to discern how you’d react to him playing Nikki Sixx in the band’s upcoming biopic. He didn’t even want to bring up the film for fear of you connecting the dots.

“Then get to know her,” she suggests, as if it’s that easy.

Somehow, having confirmation from Ally that you were into him was easier to believe than from the guys.

After you’ve played your final song for the night and said your goodbyes to the crowd, as the crowd’s chatter grows louder, though some are already moving on to a new venue. You coil leads and haul amps around with the speed and efficiency of someone twice your age, so focused that it’s almost mesmerizing.

The rest of the cast is making plans to move on, but as you’re taking the last of your things out to the station wagon outside, he knows the only way he’ll be able to see you again without being chaperoned by one of his nosy friends is by asking you out.

You’re out by the car, guitar case in one hand, holding the passenger door open with the other, talking about something with the drummer who was waiting in the driver’s seat. Then you spot him through the glass of the pub doors, watching with hesitation, and you smile at him warmly. You stow your guitar case in the back seat of the car, amid milk crates of leads and microphone stands, and make your way to the door.

As Douglas steps outside, he hears the drummer call ‘I’m leaving in five, with or without you’ but you ignore him.

“Great show, as always,” Douglas smiles, letting the door close behind himself, giving the two of you a modicum of privacy.

“But you’ve only seen us perform twice,” you say with slight hesitation.

“And you’ve been consistently good,” he points out, and you’re grinning again, all bashful and pleased, contrasting your fuck off attire, “can I ask when you’re free this week?”

“You certainly can,” you rock back on your heels, eyes shining, “it’s what I came over here to ask you, actually.”

“My uh, my day job’s kind of weirdly scheduled, so it’d probably be easier for me to work around you,” he admitted, and your eyebrow rose, intrigued.

“Day job?”

“It’s complicated,” and thankfully you didn’t pry.

“Well, my band rehearses Tuesday and Thursday, but I’m free during the week after five thirty; do you wanna grab dinner some time?” You asked, hopeful. Douglas’s lips curved into a smile and he nodded.

“I’ll check my schedule tonight and talk to you tomorrow, how about that?”

“Sounds like a date!” You enthuse, and make a step towards the car, but Douglas can’t help himself.

“I enjoyed She Goes Down, by the way,” he says, and when you turn around your smile is sharp as knives as mischief twinkles in your eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure you did, and I’m sure you will,” you wink at him, “we’ll see how the date goes.”

He watches you leave, his whole face amusingly red as he tries not to dwell on your implications, and he realises that you may very well be the death of him. Not that he’s complaining.

#Douglas Booth #douglas booth imagine #douglas booth x reader #mgk #colson baker #machine gun kelly #iwan rheon #daniel webber #the dirt #the dirt cast #the dirt cast imagine #the angry lizard writes

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jusananimehoe · 4 years

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Play with Me?

Here kiddies, have 2000 words at 3am of Chronostasis, the man is just so sexy, I can’t help but write him, especially in situations where reader is meant to be with Kai, woops, xx

“Catch me if you can”. Your giggles clearly weren’t amusing him, if the angry growl that rumbled through his mask was anything to judge by, but you laughed it off and went bolting through the corridors, breathing ragged, pulse racing as you pushed yourself faster, he’d catch you eventually of course, he always did, but until then, you’d have you fun. This side of the base was mostly empty, no Kai to terrorize you for just having fun, just fun to be had with your favorite babysitter, even if he was ready to murder you right now.

You leapt up onto the railing of a stairway, before jumping up into the rafters, grip tight on the pipes lining the roof to hold you carefully in place, eyes glimmering playfully at the annoyed man below you, you could practically feel his frustration, could see his scowl even through the mask. He gripped the railing tightly, gazing up at you, “You aren’t going to like what happens if you make me come up there”. His voice was ice cold, it sent enjoyable chills through you, shivers down your spine, all the way to your toes, it made you bite your lip, head tilting playfully to the side, outwardly flirting. Not that he’d ever notice, Kurono might as well have been blind to your affections for him, but then you were supposed to belong to Kai after all. Not that he’d ever touched you. Or ever would.

“Oh come on Hari”, you called back to him, smile widening as he sniffed unhappily at the use of his given name, it was an act and you knew it, he’d never of told you it if he hadn’t wanted you to use it, but god forbid he ever admitted any such thing to you. “You never play with me, just one game, please”, your heartbroken pout did little to persuade the yakuza below you, who was starting to lift himself up the railing, time to fly. You leapt off the roof, landing safely on the edge of a couch that lined the wall, and just as you straightened up to leap, you were trapped against it.

You squeaked in surprise and shoved Hari’s shoulder playfully, giggling as he pressed you back harder, he was always surprising you, so much stronger than that lean body would suggest. Your eyes dragged down it, tying to imagine what he might be hiding under that raincoat of his, the plain white pants could defintley fuel a fantasy or two when they were wet though. You chewed on your lip, eyes raking his lower half, before you snapped your gaze back up, unable to tell if he’d noticed your appraisal with his mask on. Let’s fix that.

You lunged forwards at him, and he reeled back, keeping a careful balance to prevent the two of you from falling, which ultimately led to you gaining an upper hand, pulling the mask from his face and throwing it before he could grab it, the glare he turned on you in return was so fucking worth it. Even furious with you, Hari Kurono was crafted from perfection. Silver hair falling just slightly across his face, you resisted the urge to carefully push a needle back behind his ear, losing yourself in those lovely, silver eyes of his even as he growled at you, leaning forwards again. Most people would have run from his rage, you giggled and rolled the two of you.

You wrestled half-heartedly with him, trying to win, to no avail, as he pinned you down below him. Maybe this is a win then? Your eyes flickered up to his pretty face, observing the flush in his cheeks from chasing you down, the disarray his hair was in, the annoyed glint in his eyes, accompanied by another emotion you couldn’t place, couldn’t hope for. You beamed at him, even as he frowned unhappily and then burst into laughter at his indignation. “Oh Hari, I just don’t get why you never want to play”.

He rolled his eyes but let you roll the two of you, allowing you to pretend, at least, that you’d gained the upper hand on him, straddling his waist, pressing him down, even as his grip on your wrists clamped tighter. No escape, not that you’d want to. He clearly didn’t realise how sexy he looked like that, pinned beneath you, hair shoved back, god you wanted to touch it. “You never specify a game”.

You were so distracted in your appraisal of him that you nearly missed his response, eyes snapping to his in surprise when your brain caught up to his words, raising a brow at him in a silent question. “You complain constantly that I never entertain your ‘playing’, and yet, you’ve never once specified what game we’re meant to be playing”. His voice was cool, bored, aloof, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity hidden in there, you just had to be familiar enough with him to dig it out. You should just go for it, what’s the worst he could do, tell Kai? It wouldn’t end with a great result, but did you care? No, not really.

You blinked down at him, biting your lip slowly as you dragged your hand slowly from the tops of his thighs, steadily up and over his chest, eyes glued to his expression the whole time, watching his chest contract in surprise as he drew a sharp breath in, grip on your wrists becoming painful as he jerked your hands off his body. “Silly Hari, we’re playing right now”, you whispered softly, head lowering as you lowered your body to his, wanting to feel more of him against you. “We’ve been playing all along, you see”? You whispered the words against his throat, nuzzling the skin there softly as he flinched and shoved you back, eyes hardening like jewels again. Here we go.

“No”. The word was sharp, commanding, it was his ‘this is final’ tone and you dropped your face instantly, shame settling deep in your gut. How pathetic, to throw yourself at him, seriously? You leaned back, hips rubbing unintentionally against his, drawing a soft gasp from you at the hardness you felt there. Hari, to his credit, barely blinked, but he did blink. You squirmed slightly again, feeling it rub against the growing heat of your core, watching in amazement as Hari’s eyes fluttered even as he growled at you. “No, we’re not playing this game”.

He sat up sharply, clearly intending to push you off, but you pulled your hands free instead, looping them tightly around his neck even as his head dropped back in exasperation, glaring at you. “Just tell me you don’t want me then, not one bit, you don’t want me at all, and I’ll leave you be”. Your soft murmur against his lips had you shivering again, and yet Hari seemed barely affected, cold, silver eyes boring into yours. He didn’t respond though, he didn’t say it, he didn’t say he didn’t want you but he didn’t say he did either. You ran a finger carefully over the needle of hair that had fallen in his face, brushing it back carefully and nearly flinching when he sighed softly. Sensitive, are they?

You pressed closer, chasing the heat of his mouth, panting softly against him. “One little game Hari, what’s one little game going to matter?” You licked softly at the corner of his mouth, feeling him arch underneath you sharply at the motion, eyes flickering up to yours, pupils dilated wildly, half in lust, half in panic. “Play with me Hari, please”, you whimpered softly, hips rocking against the growing tent in his pants as his eyes fluttered, only semi-hard but it felt huge.

“He’ll kill you”, whispered softly against your throat, warm breathing leaving goose-bumps on your skin as he breathed raggedly against you. Wet mouth sending shivers up and down your spine, wanting him to kiss you so badly. He lipped very gently at your jawline as you stretched into him, motion a silent plea for more. “He’ll kill you and then me as well, that’s what your little game will get us, and you know it”, his voice was breathy, snarky, but breathy, he wanted it too, you could tell. You leaned closer then, licking softly at the shell of his ear, smirking softly as his hips jerked forward against you, fingers tangling angrily in your hair, ripping your head back so he could face you, eyes glittering as you panted desperately against his mouth.

“So desperate, and I’ve barely touched you”, were the last words whispered softly against your lips before his lips slotted slowly against yours, testing, careful, even as you moaned softly into his mouth, hands tightening in his hair as his came to dig into your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Stupid, stupid little girl”, he spat, and then he licked into your mouth, tongue tasting the insides of your mouth in detail, exploring every little crevice, leaving you shaking and trembling in his lap as you rubbed slowly against his clothed erection, grinding down carefully to try and give him better friction, rewarded with a soft hum of pleasure against your mouth. You needed more.

His fingers dug into your waist tighter, but careful enough that it wouldn’t bruise before he pulled away to carefully nip at your jawline. You gasped and moaned softly at his ministrations, fingers pulling his hair, desperate for more of him. “He wont even care”, you moaned softly as he mouthed sloppily over the column of your throat, always careful with the hints of teeth. “He’s never wanted me, not really, and I’ve never wanted him”, you continued softly as his hands wandered up to cup your breasts through your shirt, drawing a deep, throaty groan from you. “Only-oh yes-only ever you”, you gasped out eventually, listening to his answering groan, as he dragged you closer, lifting your shirt carefully.

“Hari, please”, you whispered softly, dragging a soft groan from him as his name fell so haggardly from your lips, the desperation, the longing in it had him pressing closer instantly, tongue lapping slowly up your throat as he gradually pulled up your shirt, desperate to get his mouth around those perky buds.

“Chronostasis, where are you, did you find her?”

You’d never moved faster in your life, leaping from his lap like it had burned you, even though you desperately wanted to climb back into it and stay there forever. Hari had somehow got to his feet, pushed his erection down, and shoved his mask back on, and all before Kai came round the corner. He leaned over, grabbed you by the elbow, expression shifting back to annoyance, and strode forward to meet the yakuza boss even as you stared at the ground miserably.

“She just went for a little run, up to mischief, the usual, it was no hassle boss”, the words hurt, though you knew he had to say them or risk both of you being killed. You finally looked up, gaze meeting Kai’s before dropping it swiftly again, the disgust there drowned Hari’s annoyance right out.

“Excellent work Chronostasis, I must say, you caught her in record time. See to it that you don’t have to catch her at all in future, simply put, teach the little beast how to behave”. The ice in his voice made you tremble and shake even as Hari nodded and affirmed his agreement, twisting the knife even deeper, but at least Kai was turning away, he wasn’t glaring at you anymore, probably a good thing, he’d just hurt you more if he saw the single tear slip from your eye, might even slap it away, just to prove a point.

You walked forward in Hari’s grip, eyes downcast, flinching slightly when a warm hand brushed your tear away, you blinked in shock and turned to glance at him but his mask stayed pointed firmly forward, not a single look in your direction, even as his thumb began to stroke soothing circles around your elbow, a small smile tugging at the corner or your lips before you shoved it away.

Maybe he’d play more next time round.

#chronostasis #bnha chronostasis #overhaul #bnha overhaul #shie hassaikai #hari kurono #kai chisaki #eight precepts of death #myheroacademia #my villain academia #league of villains

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dontasktheradiodemon · 3 years

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Gardens #2 (1/6/2021)

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Two chats today because I forgot to post one yesterday!

Angel @sluttyspiderpolkacock catches up with Madame @usedhearts after his abrupt arrival from Hell. He talks to her about his hopes to get away from Valentino and she offers support.

Madame

The gardens had drawn her away from the beach-- as much as she loved the sea, she missed this. She missed life, growing and sprawling, curated into beauty.

Madame sat at the fountain, her tentacles trailing in the water as she admired the plants. It was different from how she remembered Earth's flora, but it was flora all the same, and she loved it.

She adjusted her top, still in her bikini but with an added sarong around her hips, and leaned to smell a flower. "It's so lovely here," She muttered to herself.

Angel

" Big Mama, ya up here, too? " It was easy to see her, towering over the bushes and gracing the flowering vines from the trees, despite being seated. Angel's own willowy form almost could've passed for a foxtail.

He wove through her tentacles to come see her. " Valera's e'ry bit the butterfly, ain't they? " Arms in a welcoming spread, he flashed her a bright smile. " It's good t' see ya ~ "

Madame

Her head turned when she heard him and her face brightened into a beaming smile.

"Oh, Angel, darlin'! I'm so glad t' see ya, c'mere 'n give Mama a hug." A tentacle caught him around the waist to pull him into her arms, too excited to let him walk the rest of the way to her. She wrapped her arms around him and smooched the side of his face.

"Thought you'd be at that shindig with Big V. How'd you sneak away, sweetheart?" She held his face gently in one hand, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb.

Angel

Angel smiled sweetly, giddy and the smallest bit shy with her affections but welcoming them with a tight hug in all his arms.

" I just got m'self a lil break, no biggie! They'll survive wit'out me just fine! They got Babygirl Paps an' the fluff girls takin' care a e'ryone. It's time the newbies got a chance t' shine, don't'cha think? "

His smile grew wide with an affectionate lean of his cheek. She was hitting JUST the spot and he was becoming PUTTY in her hands.

Madame

"Yeah, suppose yer right about that-- them new girls gotta learn sometime!" She laughed, taking one of Angel's hands and gently guiding him to sit next to her.

"Well, c'mon then, take a seat, get off ya gams, and tell me everythin'. How're ya, shug? How ya been likin' this whole palace we got to explore? Pretty schnazzy if ya ask me." She winked and very, very gently poked him with her elbow-- didn't want to hurt him, after all.

Angel

He almost fell off balance as her hand left his cheek and led him to his seat.

" I ain't seen e'rythin', but it's pretty fuckin' nice, " he said simply with a dip of his fingers into the fountain ( for no particular reason whatsoever ) , " I been workin' my ass into the ground all season. Everyday a huge fuckin' clusterfuck a shoots an' appointments... " Angel gave a roll of all his eyes as he mocked the tone of Valentino's voice.

" _Gotta churn out that fresh content, Angel Cakes ~ Camera ain't gonna eye - fuck itself, Angie Baby ~ If I don't see a chicken supreme in my office in five I'm gonna throw a BITCH FIT... SUMMER._ 'Cause y'know, he don't like me doin' the food runs. "

Madame

Her eyes roll at the Valentino impression. Yeah, that sounded like him. Madame shook her head, her large hand wrapping around Angel, rubbing his back.

"Course he don't want ya doin' the food runs-- fuckin' idiot thinks if he starves his workers, they'll look better when all it really does is make 'em give subpar work. How ya gonna entertain a John if ya really wanna just eat his burger insteada his dick?" She laughed, her head shaking again.

"Angel, darlin', he ever send ya out ta run an errand, come to me 'n I'll get a meal in ya. My babes ain't gonna starve on my watch-- can't rightly let 'em, breaks my poor Southern heart." She looked off into the distance and closed her eyes, wiping away a pretend tear.

Angel

Angel giggled and covered his mouth with a sly aversion of his eyes. " Y'know... sometimes dick be temptin'... " A snort, and his arms wildly fanned.

" I didn' even GAIN THAT MUCH! " he continued, " I ain't e'en said nothin' about livin' up the hotel and downin' everythin' Alastor whips like a fuckin, GARBAGE DISPOSAL, NO! I just go to Cherri's, post ONE picture, ONE TIME, of the CUTEST FUCKIN' DONUT...! "

Oh he was full on venting, now. He held up a finger and dug through his fluff a hot second. " An' he sends me THIS! " There he had it, The Book. " What kin'a palooka e'en uses these anymore?? Ya THINK he'd fuckin', hire a nutritionist or some shit who moonlights as a hitman, or some shit. He HAS the FUCKIN' MONEY! I KNOW! 'CAUSE I'M OUT THERE MAKIN' IT FA 'IM! "

He then collapsed into Madame's chest, still muttering but full tuckered out, arms limp. " _I'ma fuckin' kill 'im..._ " **Did he say that out loud?**

Madame

Madame listened to everything, watched every flail of arms, intently. Poor boy. It was a tough gig, being Valentino's prized pet. She honestly thought she'd taught him better, but he was always on about how he already knew the business, knew how to handle people. Obvsiously not, with how Angel was going on.

Her arms wrap around him when he falls forward-- a chest this big had many uses, pillows being one of the best in her opinion. Madame gathered him close, going so far as to pick him up and cradle him against her chest.

"Aww, honeybunch. I know just how ya feelin'. Valentino....well, he's an asshole. Head so far up his ass he eatin' his own shit fer breakfast." She shook her head, rocking Angel a bit, like one would a child who'd had a nightmare. She hums softly, an old lullaby her mother used to sing, way back when. She kept that up for a few moments before falling silent. The silence hung between them before she spoke, voice low.

"If'in you did kill him, I wouldn't blame ya, honey. There'd be no love lost between me'n him. I'd support ya claim to that throne, if'n you wanted it. In Hell, ya learn ta balance the cruelty with the kindness, and if ya can't find that balance, well, then, ya deserve to reap what ya sow. And Valentino's sewn a whole lotta hate down there. Karma's a bitch, even for the dead, and all I'd say would be 'good riddance'. You deserve so much more'n him, 'n so much more'n he gives ya. Yer the star and you deserve to be treated like one."

A tentacle scooted under his chin, tilting his head up so she could look at his face.

"You remember Mama's in ya corner, alright, Angel? I'm rootin' for ya. And my arms and doors're always open for ya."

Angel

His eyes blew wide and cornerless, staring not at Madame but at a far off, intangible point behind her. It never really occured to him just how impactful erasing Valentino's existence from Hell would _be._ All he found himself stuck on was getting it _done,_ losing himself in the possession of madness and the mindsets of cornered prey whenever he acted.

Angel didn't want to inherit the empire. Having the responsibility of so many souls under his care wasn't something he ever thought suited him. Protecting his peers on the streets was one thing, so was taking demons of all walks of life temporarily under his wing until they could fly on their own. _Management_ was another. Keeping souls in _line_ was another. He always thought himself the soldier, the weapon, the right hand, the poster boy of the wall supporting his image. An _Overlord_ of his own right...? The closest he'd come to it was before he partnered with him, fresh into demonhood, throwing his power and whims wherever he wished...

_But claiming Valentino's head would **do** that to him, wouldn't it?_ He'd inherit his power, his enemies, new enemies out of his allies... Angel's head began to spin. This was the nature of Hell. _Endless tiers of suffering._ All he wanted was his freedom... _How much was too high a price to pay...?_ He'd be fighting Valentino's battles _long_ after he was gone...

" That was, uh... " he said in an uncharacteristically small voice, " ... a fig're a speech... He's good t' me... really... " Angel bit his lip, eyes meeting her now that he'd processed all she had to say to him. Madame and Valentino sure had _history..._ and if Angel learned anything from his partnership with him... _it must've ROTTED to the very CORE._ They had this in common and he could feel it in her voice.

He trusted her. He knew he could. But maybe he didn't have to use it... not QUITE yet...

A warm, genuine smile bloomed over his face and he took her hands. " I will, " he promised with a binding kiss between her aligned pointer fingers, " Ya have my word, I love ya club an' what'cha doin' wit' it... I'll... " _Meet you in the middle._ " I'll... come aroun' some more. Maybe a performance or two would make 'im nervous enough t' give me next holiday off, ah? "

Angel laughed, knowing that chance was slimmer than his waistline after routine removals of his floating ribs. It _would_ be _nice_ not to have to work Valentine's Day...

" Thanks... fa hearin' me out... " he said sweetly, subtly off the edge of a choke, " The grind don't stop, an' it gets pretty fuckin'... MUCH... "

Madame

"That's right, baby, the grind don't stop, but Mama's here for you." Her tentacles moved around, and she used them to cradle Angel instead of her arms, freeing them up to hold one of his set of hands.

"Now, you listen to Mama, alright? I know Big V better'n anyone around. Raised him in Hell myself, and he shames me every day, the way he acts. I know his temper, his vices, I know it all, Angel. And darlin'? He ain't never treated no one right since the moment he landed ass over tea kettle in Hell. Probably long 'fore that too, considerin' he landed in Hell in the first place. I know the sorts a things he tries to pull..."

She took a deep breath, and leaned down, her tentacles lifting Angel higher. She pressed her forehead to his, and took his face in her hands, her voice lowering as her throat tightened.

"Next time he tries anythin'-- _anythin' at all_-- you come to me, Angel. I know yer a big boy, I know you can handle yerself, but it breaks my heart to know you're there with him, every day. It honestly truly does. Bein' Val's favorite is a hard life, or unlife, I suppose, but just know Mama's got ya back. I'd sooner slap that grin off his face and grind that stupid hat a his inta the dust than see ya hurtin' cause a him. I know it can be hard to accept help, but I do want ya ta know that it's there, if'n ya need to accept it, alright?"

She sniffled as she straightened up, using both her hands and tentacles to hold him close. "You're my boy, Angel, I love ya like my own. We ain't blood, but what's blood ever done for anyone? We better'n blood, we're family, got it?"

Angel

_Oh the tears._ They were coming. She already knew what he was keeping safely lodged in his throat. It saved him from having to admit ANYTHING while making it crystal clear to him that she had just what he needed, and was willing to give it to him.

But for NOTHING in return...? Angel closed his eyes and nuzzled into her forehead as the tears beaded off the long length of his lashes. Behind his eyes were the memories branded into his skull, words insisting that there was no such THING as the sentiments he found himself faced with. _With every sanction, there was a CATCH. With every favor, a FEE to be repaid twice over._

He fought them with the help of her every word.

" G... got it, " he choked, " I got it. I won't let'cha down... " A small sniffle. Angel's emotions flowed, but they were soothed and much more contained than they were when he was alone. It was becoming clearer and clearer now that he was in the company of trust.

He found traction in her tentacles and allowed her to support him, the tight pressure of the coils feeling more like safety than constriction. Perhaps, he really could survive post extermination Hell...

" I, uh... " Angel swallowed thickly. " ... Blew the top floor window... b'fore I took off... I dunno if any angels got in, but... he 'ad t' deal wit' 'em... "

Madame

She lifted a hand to wipe away a couple tears before they could fall-- she was wearing waterproof make up, as she always did, thank fuck. Madame pressed a kiss to his forehead, and held him.

Until he said that. She blinked and looked down at him, shock clear on her face for the moment or two it took her to process what he said. And then she burst out laughing. Her entire body shook with it, loud cackles that rose into the air.

"Oh fuck, oh god, Angel! Baby, you're a fuckin' riot! Did ya really? Just broke through the damn window? Damn, shug, ya know how ta make an exit!" She laughed again, Angel pressed against her chest.

"Oh, honey, ya ain't hurt, are ya? No scratches, gashes? I mean, ya looked tip top when ya walked up, but that fur a yours hides a lot. Anything ya need Mama ta look at?"

Angel

He chuckled sheepishly with a comical bump along the waves of her laughter. Despite how afraid he initially was to return, it must've been HILARIOUS from Madame's point of view. It eased him some.

" Nah, nah! I'm fine! I think...? Uh... " Angel did a quick survey of himself. Valera might've brushed out the last of the glass from his fluff already. Enough of the alcohol wore off for him to have felt any stinging by now ( he was PRETTY sure. )

" Yeah! I think I'm good, thanks ~ " he assured, " I take color real easy so if I'm bleedin' , it SHOWS. BRIGHT an' hot pink ~ " He took a little too much pride in that.

Madame

"Oh, fancy Mister Pink Blood over here," She said, still giggling a bit. "Mine's blue, if'n you were wonderin'."

Madame took a deep breath, rocking him in her arms again, just on instinct.

"God, I'd pay a million bucks ta have seen the look on Valentino's face when ya did that. Serves him right. An Angel lead the angels to him!" She started laughing again, devolving into softer giggles after a few moments.

"How's everthin' else, though? Ya feelin' alright? Ya body's fine, but wanna make sure my boy's doin' good."

Angel

" It shows up pretty in pictures, is all ~ " he said casually, " Bloodplay photosets always turn out real good. " He then casually reclined along a tentacle and drew idle circles in the fountain to watch the calming ripples.

" Think... e'rythin's ok... " he mused, " Just really needed not t' work the Extermination pa'ty an' just... chill out some. " He scrutinized his own reflection in the water for clues. Not much else came to his mind from the massive shadow his immediate issues casted over them.

Madame

"Alright, if that's it...." She trailed off, two of her tentacles peeling off to plop into the fountain as she leaned back.

"Y'know I hadn't even seen the ocean since I was a young'n? Hadn't swam in it fer longer'n that, too. I'm....so thankful to Valera fer invitin' me. Not only do I get to not worry about the Extermination-- at least as much, but I get to enjoy somethin' I missed fer so, so long."

She gave Angel a squeeze. "And now my boy's here'n safe 'n sound. Nothin' better to relax an ol' ladies' heart."

Madame smiled down at him. "Everythin' will be fine, Angel. We may be in Hell mosta the time, but this right here?" She gestured to the plants around them. "This all is proof that we ain't always there. Even in our hearts'n minds, when we there physically, we aren't always in Hell. There's a sayin': Hell is other people. But I think Heaven can be, too. If ya got the right people around..."

Angel

Angel wrinkled his nose. " Heaven's a load a bullshit. All of it, " he said cynically, " Ya condemned, ya condemned. Ain't no POINT in tryn'a make nice wit' the fuckin' feathery DOUCHEBAG brigade lookin' t' ERASE US e'ery fuckin' YEAR. " The words came from his gut. He wasn't hiding any hidden hopes or dreams. " Ya really think a place that commits annual fuckin' genocide a sinner's where it's at? A thing to LOOK FOR IN PEOPLE? It's a fuckin' fairytail, the fuckin' shit they tell us t' be believin' about Heaven, _**Mamina...**_ "

The last endearment rolled off his tongue like a plea. _ Don't try t' sell me anythin' I'm never gonna have..._ " Ya know I fuckin' - RAN, from the party. I ran from the fuckin' studio too. Hotel ain't gonna save me wit' their redemption prayers. Just... gonna put a lil' pause on the sufferin' awhile. Like 'ere. It's just a break. After this, it's Hellhole Sweet Hellhole all over again 'til the next time we're at our wit's en'. That's all there is, that's I got. " Angel sat up from his recline so he could look Madame in the face. " ... E'en if I got you. I don't mean it like anythin' ya do don't matter, but... y'know... " He sprawled his hands defeatedly as his words failed him, and his face fell into a bittersweet anguish. It seemed some things were completely beyond even his imagination.

Madame

Her face only softened as he spoke, and her heart ached for him. Oh, this poor thing, tossed about by life and then by Hell, it was no wonder to her that he was so cynical.

"Angel, darlin'," She said, after he finished his rant, her hands moving to ever so gently hold his face between them. Madame let out a long, slow sigh, staring into his eyes with the sweetest, most motherly expression she could.

"Call me an optimist, but I'd like to think that livin' over a century in Hell has taught me one thing: even Hell can have some sweetness. Sure, we all sinners'n demons down here-- or there, but that don't mean there ain't still decent folk who'd treat ya right down there. That Princess for one, she's a good egg, startin' up that Hotel may not get the results she's lookin' for, but it can help. She wants to change things, and I don't blame her.

"Hell is Hell, it's true. Heaven ain't no picnic either, but I think ya missed my point, shug-- When I say that Heaven can be other people, I ain't meanin' the feathery bastards that come down ta kill us every year, or even the fuckin' cunts that live up in them clouds and send 'em down. I'm meanin' the _concept_ what ya learned in Sunday school. What Heaven is _supposed_ to be. It's supposed to be a place where ya surrounded by people that love you and that ya love too. And if we can find those kinds of people, even in Hell? Well, that's a bit of a miracle in my books.

"So no, Hell ain't never gonna be Heaven and thank fuck fer that, cause I think Heaven's prolly borin' as shit compared to the fun we can have in Hell. I'd rather run a cabaret in Hell than lay around bored as sin in Heaven any day. But what I'm tryin' to say is that, if ya got good people around ya, then things'll get better. Hell, honestly, ain't been no different from life up above, fer me. Ya gotta make the most of what ya got, honeybunch."

She pressed a kiss to his face, her lips covering half of it when she did. "That make sense, darlin'?"

Angel

" Yeah. Total sense. " Angel deadpanned into the rosebush behind her. " First rule t' makin' it in Hell's bein' an Overlord or the fuckin' Princess, " he replied caustically. It didn't seem like she was going to understand or stop lecturing until he relented one way or another. But if Madame was Hell bent on teaching him something, he had to let her know he wasn't a CHILD that could be sold far off dreams when he was preoccupied with spending his every waking moment surviving the present.

" I _know_ there's sweetness in Hell. Dealin' sugar's my JOB. Makin' the most outta the scrap I got doesn't give me time ta KID. " He got up and started pacing the pavement, cigarette in his teeth and a light in his claws. " First thin's first, get outta Big V's horseshit. If it don't kill me, THEN I can see what I can do about gettin' a fuckin' life preached to me by a sister who fuckin' rapped my ass every Sunday. " A puff of red hearts whisked into the sky. He couldn't bring himself to buy a thing she said past offering to help him if he needed a place to be. The crystal clear promise of security was the only thing that made sense to him and as he was, he had no place for faith.

Madame

Her expression didn't change, even when Angel got up and started pacing. It was alright-- he wasn't ready, in his heart, to hear what she said, and that was okay.

"It's good to have priorities, shug. Glad ya got that shit figured out. I don't mean to preach, just speakin' my own truth, Angel. If ya don't wanna hear it, well, then, I'll shut my yapper 'n we can just enjoy the respite we get here, yeah?" She took a deep breath and swirled a hand through the water.

"Just want ya t'be happy, sweetheart. Like any Mama would. Just cause we in Hell doesn't change my heart."

Angel

" I appreciate what ya sayin', Big Mama, " he sighed through curls of crimson escaping from the valleys of pointed teeth, " It just ain' it fa me. I 'ad to lie, scrap, and _fuck_ m'way to where I am now. I don't... _got_ the means t' be thinkin' a what it'd be like to not have to. I don't 'ave the POWER - I mean, maybe, I _USED TO,_ but... "

Angel looked around. He couldn't imagine littering the pristine garden with his ash, so he kept the butt on hand. " ... I gave it away. Fa this. Fa... " _He could say this to her, right?_ " ... Fa HIM. Before... it all got to 'is head an' before I knew it, I wasn' it anymore. He was chasin' more an' more power, the kind I gave up. So it's gonna... _TAKE..._ s'more lyin', fuckin', an' scrappin' before I get anywhere else. Until he could look me in the fuckin' eye an' SEE... how BAD. He fucked. Up. "

Madame

She nodded along with him, knowing those words well, knowing that feeling. "I getcha, baby, I getcha. Don't need to explain none to me about shit like that. I understand, babydoll, I do."

Madame reached over, gently taking his hand in hers, drawing him back to sit next to her again. "Ya got a smoke ta spare, Angel? Mama's got a cravin'."

She let out a sigh, and glanced out over the garden. "If'n ya need to talk about it though, I'll listen, Angel. No one'd understand better'n me, yeah? I know Vee better'n anyone cept maybe you 'n possibly the other two Vees. So ya need to vent? Just rant ya head off? I can listen. I know how much that can help sometimes."

Angel

" That - ... That's it, " he said calmly, starting to feel more comfortable in the stimulants soothing his system, " Ye... yeah, I... " Angel procured his case and flipped it open for her to browse, allowing his head to lean against her shoulder. The light off the pink crystal seqins sparkled in the water.

" He's... gonna pay. An' I'm gonna collect. That's all I got an' all that matters. Until I do that, ain't nothin' in the shithole that's gonna be up fa my takin'. " He put out his cigarette on the empty side of the case and fixed himself another. That could do for now. " _C'est la CAZZO vie._ "

Madame

Madame looked over his selection and took one. She waited until he lit his next and leaned in to light hers off it. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke out-- no shapes like Valentino's, just a cloud, the way she preferred it.

"Sure is, Angel, sure is. I'll be there ta have ya back, though." She ruffled his hair affectionately. "Mama's in ya corner, and don't forget it."

Angel

_That_ was the reassurance he needed, something concrete he could trust in. " Never, " he affirmed sternly as if his voice wrote a contract in the smoke, " I got that, ain't much I couldn't do. " Snapping the case closed, he lounged against her and looked up into the sky, redless save for the dissipating shapes they blew. For the moment, he really felt like he'd be ok.

Madame

Her hand moved to the back of his head, giving him some gentle scritches as she held him close.

"Got any ideas fer an act ya'd wanna do at the cabaret? Anythin' ya wanna do that ya hadn't got to before?"

Angel

" Zorita 'ad some shit goin' on, " he said immediately through brightened eyes, " Dunno if I could really pull it OFF, but the SHOWS were real fuckin'... _choice ~_ "

His arms then got animated, slicing and molding the air around his thoughts as he brainstormed.

" I got chances to try a lotta thin's, but only the one time it'd take fa Big V t' decide it wasn't worth gettin' me into when the pole was just as good an easier t' maintain. If I got back to anythin'... I think I'd wanna do the ring... "

Madame

"The ring, eh?" She smirked, giving a nod. "That's a fun one, fer sure. What about the ribbons? He ever let ya do those? The things soma the girls can do...."

Angel

" Ribbons? The ones on the sticks? " He racked his head through the years. " Huh... no... I don't think so... Unless the prop's somethin' I'm wearin' an' can throw, he thought it a waste a time. I tried t' pitch 'im the idea a dancin' wit' 'em in nude if I could keep a trailin' ribbon over my junk the whole time, but he didn' believe me, " he explained, snickering, " I could TOTALLY pull it off if he gave me the time! _His loss ~_ "

Madame

"No, no, the ones hangin' from the ceilin'! It's like the ring but, y'know, big ol' ribbons a cloth. Some circus level shit, but damn, if it ain't pretty." She laughed, shrugging.

"Think ya'd look real pretty danglin' up high from all a them."

Angel

He blew a raspberry, a storm of popping hearts spraying over the fountain. _Can't take that image back NOW -_

" Oh, silks, yeah, I TOTALLY knew what ya were talkin' about, " he said between giggles, " Yeah, I done those once or twice. It came pretty easy, I dunno, an' it was lotta fun, but y'know Big V... "

Angel then put a pair of free hands to his head to mimic feelers. " _They wanna see ya ASS, Angel Cakes,_ " he mocked.

Madame

Madame laughed, shaking her head. "Fuck, ya got that down, don'tcha?" She shrugged.

"Valentino's always been shortsighted about these things. If ya _always_ give em what they want, then there ain't no reason fer them to be tantalized! Can't give 'em all a it up front, ya gotta _tease~_" She gave her chest a little shake and winked at Angel.

"But acourse you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, don'tcha, Angel?"

Angel

" Probably more than HE DOES, " he joked with a mirroring preen of his own chest, " He's all about that fast money, but he ain't got NO. IDEA. How far ya can stretch the bucks. LEMME TELL YA! "

Angel excitedly straddled the edge of the fountain to face her. " The LONGER ya can edge a John, the more he's gonna give ya. Physically, emotionally, all of it. Big V deadass for - fuckin' - GOT that there's more t' hustlin' than _wham, bam, thank you ma'am_ - 'in it out. Time he trade in those goofy fuckin 'eart shades fa dollar signs, ya'd THINK! "

Madame

"Oh, I know, honeybunch, I _know_. It's all about the tease! All about the tantalizin'. Give 'em just enough to keep 'em comin' back fer more 'n more!" She laughed, winking at him.

"Big V's lost sight a that, he's too preoccupied with shittin' out content fer Vox that he fergot the biggest money maker in th' game." Her smile turned sly as she looked at Angel.

"But I never fergot that. That's why I lasted this long, and why I'll keep lastin'."

Angel

" Time's up, ah? He sells fuckin' Voot Floops fa $666 an they taste like FUCKIN' ASS! I WOULD KNOW! " he joked as he toyed with his case, " Ain't nothin' in 'em either, just THE emptiest shit there is t' be eatin'. Fa like a week? Month? Fuck I know, but it was all we 'ad in the studio breakroom an' I swear ta FUCK I always en'ed up HUNGRIER than before I ATE 'EM. "

He then opened up his case and started rolling some more cigarettes. " Wonder when someone's gonna tell 'im his new boyfrien's fuckin' _STUPID..._ " A sly smile. " He ain't got nothin' on ya, yeah? Could _you_ get away with it? " Angel chuckled, " Not too 'arshly, though! I ain't about t' be feelin' bad fa his new squeeze... unless... _he's got a cravin' fa spider..._ "

Madame

She snorted. "I _could_ but don't mean I _would_. I ain't about ta stir that pot like that-- besides, ya _know_ I'm a good ol' Southern Lady, and we have better ways a sayin' shit like that ta the point were people ain't even know we talkin' shit."

She placed a hand on her chest and batted her lashes. Madame deepened her accent as she spoke again. "Well bless yer heart! I ain't ever seen a bug quite as cute! Yer as adorable as a bee's wing!" She started laughing.

Angel

Angel echoed her laughter with intermittent snorts. " Ain't no gay bitches got time fa that. Our petty, impatient asses WANT ya knowin' when we're takin' ya fa a DRAG, " he joked with a wink. _Pun intended._

" That's the master plan, though ~ " he sang with a quick drag of his tongue over the end of a fresh cigarette before slipping it into the case, " Fuck 'im. Fuck 'is boyfriend. THEN fuck over 'is whole ass life. Shit ~ "

Madame

"Sounds like a plan, shug. Sounds like a plan, indeed." She chuckled. "Just know I can't take _direct_ action in ruinin' Big V's shit. I'll support ya, but I can't get involved with my own tentacles-- plus, I mean, Val'd smell that a mile off, so's best I keep to the background, fer all our sakes. It he breaks our deal first, then I'd have free reign to help ya more directly, though."

Angel

" Yeah yeah, ya don't gotta, " he assured, " I ain't plannin' on involvin' or takin' no one down wit' me. Promise. No one better take this from me, either, but... What, kin'a deal ya got goin' wit' 'im? "

Madame

"Ain't nothin' fancy, basic sorta non-interference thing. I don't mess with his business directly, he don't mess with mine. Mostly keeps us outta each other's hair-- but poachin' talent is fair game, which is why I can offer ya protection 'n such." She smirked and winked again.

Angel

" _Nice_ loopholin' ~ " he sang, " No wonder ya been sittin' pretty all this time, Big Mama. Save a spot fa me an' I'll be the prettiest throne candy anyone's e'er seen ~ "

Madame

"Deal Makers gotta get those loops on lock, baby boy, and I wouldn'ta lasted this long if I weren't a damn good Deal Maker." She giggled again.

"Ever since ya started up with Big V, I had a spot primed 'n ready for ya. Knew ya were a star, baby."

Angel

" HA! " Angel gave a short, small burst of slightly embarassed laughter. " Spotlight's where I belong, Mama ~ Chargin' me rent in m'own house oughta be a _crime ~_ "

Madame

"Ain't that true, babe, ain't it true!" She laughed again. "Ya belong in it."

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In Love & War (1/3)

Look. I could apologise for interrupting my WIP with an entirely too long, three-part Felix x Talbott x Reader Insert love triangle set post-Hogwarts (somewhere in HP Book 5) and featuring some minor adult situations (all Tumblr appropriate), but I’d be lying to all of us. I’m not sorry. This is literally the most fun I’ve had all quarantine.

Part 1: Dépaysement

The sound of curtains being drawn wakes you. Light pierces the back of your eyelids and you squeeze them tight. Your dream was uneasy, but you aren't ready to leave it just yet. You were looking for someone, someone calling your name. The face dissolves in the last dregs of ebbing sleep. You're sure you know it from somewhere...the name is just on the tip of your tongue...

"Good morning," murmurs a husky voice near your ear. Soft lips, curved in a smile, tickle your jawline, making you shiver. For a moment, the voice occupies the same space in reality as the face from the dream, a place for things familiar, but momentarily forgotten.

You open your eyes. The eyes that stare back are a deep brown, almost black. The sharp, pale face behind them is so close the snub nose nearly touches yours. Your mind searches for identity through a drowsy haze. A name swims to the surface.

"Felix?" you ask tentatively, voice hoarse with sleep.

The brown eyes ignite in pleasure at hearing their name. The man - Felix, your mind reminds you - brushes hair away from your face. He leans closer, eyes on your lips, but you tilt your head away before he can reach you. You're not sure why. It's an instinct, not a decision.

Felix freezes for a moment. Then he smirks, ever so slightly. It's a delicious expression on him, and you shiver again.

"Why so shy this morning?" he asks, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers. Your eyes flutter shut at the sweet sensation.

Why does your head feel so strange? You try to recall where you are and why you're here...but the memories float just out of reach. When you re-open your eyes, Felix is watching you closely. There’s something like worry in his face.

"I don’t know," you answer honestly. "My head feels...strange. I'm...not sure who I am this morning."

It sounds like madness when said aloud. You tug your mouth into a grin, hoping to pass your odd remark off as a joke. You’re relieved when Felix’s smirk widens.

"Champagne clearly does not agree with you."

Felix leans forward again, and this time you stay put. You let his lips meet yours in a lazy, warm kiss that he deepens into something breathtaking. It does nothing to help your befuddled brain, but your body is certainly awake now. It, at least, seems to know exactly where it is. And what it wants. Felix drags his lips from yours to trail open kisses up your jaw toward your ear.

“You're Y/N Rosier," he murmurs between kisses. "You’re my wife. You're in our home. And you're safe.”

At these words, memories stir to life. You remember those same rich brown eyes standing in front of an altar, laying out in warm sand near lapping waves. Your wedding, your honeymoon in France. How could you have forgotten? The memories are there in your head, as real as print in a book, and yet they have a dream-like quality to them. Perhaps you are still dreaming, you think, as Felix’s fingers run through your hair. Or perhaps you simply drank too much last night.

"Are you alright?” There’s definite concern in Felix's voice now.

“Of course,” you assure him. You reach up to tuck stray hair back into place where it's fallen across his forehead. “Sometimes I just wake up with you and it feels like the very first time.”

Felix’s shoulders relax, and a genuine smile graces his sharp features. His eyes glow with an almost childlike joy. A pleasant lurch in your stomach reminds you you’ve seen this face before. It’s the face you always want to inspire in him. The face you love.

"Well, I suppose that's appropriate for our first morning here." Felix sits up, glancing around the sunlit room. "I do miss France but I must say, it's nice to finally wake up in our own home." He slips from the bed and disappears behind a nearby door.

You push yourself up as well, taking in the enormous four poster bed, the walls covered in austere tapestries, the wide windows overlooking a gloomy English landscape.

"Our own home," you echo. Nothing has ever looked less like home to you.

Felix's voice carries from the adjoining room. "I know it wasn't exactly your first choice, but I still think it's the best place for us right now. It's closer to the Ministry, and its wards are ancient, very safe. And my mother is perfectly comfortable at the French estate. I know it's larger than what you're used to, but-"

You let Felix's voice drift in one ear and out the other. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and test your feet against the ground. Your limbs don’t seem to be afflicted with the same wobbling uncertainty as your mind. They support you just fine as you slide to a floor as icy cold as it looks. The entire room is chilly you realise now you’ve left the warmth of the bed.

You glance around for clothes. The floor is bare except for heavy rugs, and the chaise lounge by the empty fireplace does not look as if it's ever tolerated any such indignity as clothes being tossed across it. You notice a dress form standing nearby, an emerald dressing gown hanging neatly upon it. You pull it on and note how perfectly it fits. It must be yours, though the colour and material strike no familiar chords.

Behind the dress form is another door, slightly ajar. When you push it open, you find a small chamber filled with a stunning assortment of robes; every-day robes in every conceivable colour and style, expensive dress-robes, even a small section of well-made muggle clothes. You can tell just by looking each item is tailored to your specifications. You wrack your muddled brain for memories of picking them out or purchasing them, but nothing comes to mind.

"Y/N?"

Felix’s voice is nearby once more, and you step back into the bedroom. Felix is waiting for you, dressed in immaculate black. You stare at him blankly, trying to remember what he was saying before you became distracted.

"Look,” Felix sighs, coming to stand next to you and taking your shoulders. “If you truly detest it here, we can find something else soon. I just-"

"No." You shake your head. "No, you're right. I'm sure I'll get used to it. It's just...new."

You glance back at the dressing room.

"Where did I buy all those robes, do you remember?” you ask as casually as possible. “I can’t quite recall."

Felix raises his eyebrows. He places the back of one hand against your forehead.

"Remind me to make a note of last night's vintage. It was clearly far too powerful for you."

You roll your eyes and swat his arm playfully. Felix catches your hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses your fingers slowly, lips lingering exquisitely over each knuckle, as if he'd rather do nothing else all morning. Another heady rush of sensation thrills you. Standing becomes as hard as thinking. You sway slightly, but Felix wraps an arm around your waist to draw you against him.

"Are you sure you'll be alright for the day? Perhaps I should stay... I could send an owl to-"

"Of course I'll be alright," you assure him quickly. "Where are you going?"

"To meet the Dark Lord, of course. Then the office.”

"What?"

“You know I'd much rather be here, but I really ought not to leave it any longer. I haven’t sent an owl since we first arrived in France and I’m sure the department’s in shambles without me. ”

“No, I mean... what do you mean about the Dark Lord?”

For the first time this morning, it isn't confusion driving your question, but alarm. This is a name you have no trouble remembering. Events of the last year rise to the fore front of your mind. The return of the Dark Lord after the Tri-wizard tournament; the Ministry's refusal to acknowledge his return; Professor Dumbledore summoning you and others to a secret meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Our honeymoon is over and I swore I'd report in for instruction as soon as I was back in the country, which technically should have been last night, but..."

"Felix... the Dark Lord...you can't seriously... you're not joining him?"

Felix sighs, dropping your hand and rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Y/N, please don't start this again. I know your concerns, but we've discussed this. He's coming to power, whether we like it or not, and this is the only way to ensure your safety.”

“But...” You struggle to form a coherent argument around the fog in your brain. You can’t remember having such an important discussion before. How could Felix have talked you into supporting something like this?

“What about the Order of the Phoenix? Why can’t we join them? Why haven’t we joined them?” you ask, wondering how this has never come up. You remember that meeting in Dumbledore's office...was it months ago? Or longer? The Weasley's had been there...you can see Bill's face clearly. Other faces lurk in the background of your memory, hidden in shadow.

“Y/N, we’ve already been through this,” Felix says in mounting frustration. “They won’t permit me to join. My father was a Death Eater. They don’t trust me. And even if they were to make an exception, we would be more of a target for the Dark Lord then. He would never forgive a betrayal like that. The Death Eaters aren't a club you can just quit. My father was one, and that means I'm expected to be as well. If I refused, he would stop at nothing to find me, or find you first to punish me. I thought you understood.”

Felix looks so pained, you stumble over your own further protests. You raise a hand to his face, stroking your thumb over his sharp cheek. Felix leans into your palm. His eyes are shut tightly against some inner battle you cannot see.

“Felix. I just...don’t want you to get hurt.

Felix takes a shuddering breath and meets your eyes again, his expression grim.

“I don’t want you to be hurt. And as long as we’re on the winning side, we won’t be. I know you don’t like it, and it isn't what I would prefer, but it's not up to us. All we can do is stay safe until this war is over.” He leans down to kiss you, a gentle apology of a kiss. “I’m sorry it’s like this. But things will clear up soon. Once the Dark Lord has the Ministry, he'll have other things on his mind. We can go back to France, or anywhere you like. I promise."

The sound of a clock chiming somewhere in the house makes Felix look up.

“I have to go. I’ll get away as soon as I can.” He catches your chin in his hand, tilting it up to face him. His eyes burn with something that turns your bones to water. "I love you," he says. It's more than a platitude or a reminder. It’s almost an oath.

"I...love you too," you say. You must. Why else would you be here?

Once Felix is gone, you sit back on the bed, clutching your head in your hands. You rap your knuckles against your skull, trying to knock whatever's come loose back into place. What's wrong with you? Why is your memory all bits and pieces? Drink, you suppose, combined with a whirlwind few months. Maybe this happens to everyone just arrived from their honeymoon. Perhaps a solid course of action will help put you back together.

The Rosier manor doesn't seem like the sort of house made for walking about in one’s bare feet, so you return to the dressing room and inspect your options. You choose the simplest robes you can find. They feel strange on you, in spite of the perfect fit. After washing and dressing, you stare at yourself in the full length mirror. It's you, and yet somehow, your own reflection looks unfamiliar. Well, you suppose, in many ways you are a new person. You're Mrs Rosier now. That thought inspires confidence in you. You stand up straighter and take a steadying breath. This is your home, and your first order of business should be to explore it.

You spend the morning wandering the manor. You start to count the rooms, but lose track somewhere on the third floor. There's bedrooms and bathrooms, libraries and studies, and some rooms with no discernible purpose at all. You inspect the conservatory and the solarium, and briefly consider tackling the expansive grounds before your growling stomach urges you to find the kitchen. You discover it in a ground floor dining room, hidden behind a door almost indistinguishable from the surrounding wall.

The kitchen is a bright, spacious room, full of high windows that allow more sunlight to drift in than in the rest of the house. The familiar sounds of pots and pans scrubbing themselves at a sink and a pot bubbling over the fire go a long way to cheering your uneasy spirit.

"Madam is wanting something?"

You look down to find a small, elderly house-elf dressed in an assortment of elaborately tied linen dinner napkins.

"Oh! Yes, please. Breakfast would be lovely. Or lunch. I'm not sure of the time."

'"Miam-Miam is making a luncheon for Madam, certainly. What is Madam wishing to eat?"

"Oh, anything's fine. And, um, you can just call me Y/N. Madam sounds....a bit formal."

The house-elf purses her tiny lips in obvious disapproval.

"Is Madam wishing to be served in the breakfast room or the upstairs dining room?" she asks stiffly, managing to stress the word Madam just enough for you to notice.

"Actually, could I just eat here, please?"

You ask the question politely enough but don't bother to wait for a reply before seating yourself in a chair at the wooden butcher's table. The house-elf’s mouth works soundlessly. You can see her desire to maintain the house's strict traditions going to war with her need to defer to her masters.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise," you say to the elf.

Miam-Miam's face is pinched and unhappy, but in the end, she returns to the pot over the fire, murmuring under her breath in French.You feel a little guilty for putting the elf in this position, but something about the kitchen feels more inviting than any other part of the house, and you don’t want to leave it just yet. You wonder why this room is uninfected by the dream-like quality that’s pervaded the rest of your morning. Perhaps kitchens in general are just comforting, you think. You lay your forehead against the table and revel in its wonderful solidness.

"Madam is feeling ill?"

Miam-Miam is back. The narrow squint of her large round eyes is more suspicious than concerned.

"I'm alright. Just can't seem to find my head this morning."

The house-elf wrinkles her tomato-like nose. "Miam-Miam is not understanding. Is Madam having headache? Miam-Miam would be making a potion for headache, but Miam-Miam is not having the ingredients. If Madam is permitting Miam-Miam to visit Diagon Alley-"

You lift your head, inspired.

"That's a wonderful idea! I think I'll pop down to Diagon Alley for a bit."

You expect some push back from the old-fashioned elf at the idea of Madam doing the servant's shopping, but you're surprised when her eyes widen in horror.

"No, Madam must not! The Master will not be liking it! Miam-Miam is going. Madam must stay in the house where it is safe."

"What's unsafe about Diagon Alley?"

Miam-Miam is unable to offer any specific dangers, only continues to shake her head and repeat: "Master will not be liking it."

"Master will be fine," you say firmly. The decision made, you stand and glance toward the fireplace. Sure enough, there's a small glass jar on the mantle containing the household floo powder. You walk to the fire and use your wand to lift the hot, heavy pot out of the way. Miam-Miam hovers just behind you, protesting all the while.

"Please, Madam, please. Master is not liking you to go!"

You ignore the elf, and toss floo powder onto the fire. As you step into the flames, you turn to reassure the poor house-elf, now wringing her dinner napkin dress in distress.

"Don't worry, Miam-Miam. I'll be back in a bit. Diagon Alley!"

Wandering the streets you've known all your life does wonders for your sense of self. As you glance into stalls and shop windows, memories hail you like familiar friends: meeting Rowan for the first time; buying your first wand, and then your second; lurking in Flourish and Blotts whenever you could to search for messages from your brother. You even remember where to find the sneaky little niffler that lurks outside the bank. You used to drop him galleons whenever you passed just to see him creep out and snatch them when he thought no one was watching.

You lean against the brick wall beside the niffler's hideaway and close your eyes. You breathe in the familiar air and let your mind put all the memories together in the right order, like puzzle pieces, until they begin to form a complete picture. You came here often with friends when you were at school, and even after. Scattered images of laughing and eating with people fit comfortably in your head, though the faces are still dim and shadowy. There’s Rowan for sure, you can picture her clearly, but who else? Felix? That seems right. You can picture Felix's face smiling at you outside Flourish and Blotts...you see him take your hand across a café table - where you met him again for the first time after graduating Hogwarts!

You open your eyes, searching for the café to inspire the rest of the memory, when you catch sight of someone watching you from a doorway.

At first, all you can see are his eyes. Behind the eyes, you're dimly aware of a face with a long, sharp nose, and dark skin with strangely layered hair. But it's the eyes that command your attention. They’re a hazel that's nearly yellow, flecked with gold, as piercing as a blade but with an ocean of depth beneath.

You realise you're staring, and you blush. You look away, feigning interest in a stall of bats. It's a minute before you feel brave enough to look at the doorway again.

The man is still there. And there can be no mistaking it this time: he's staring at you as well with those intense yellow-gold eyes, his mouth very slightly open. He must see you looking back at him, but he doesn't turn away. Doesn't move at all. He stands, alert and tense, like a bird of prey that's sighted a mouse. You suddenly remember Miam-Miam's warnings about Diagon Alley being unsafe.

But you're Mrs Felix Rosier, you remind yourself proudly. And before that you were the Hogwarts Cursebreaker. You pull yourself up to full height and step into the street, walking confidently toward the strange eyes and the man behind them.

"Can I help you?" you ask as soon as you're within hearing distance.

The man continues to stare. He blinks once, his head cocked very slightly to the side. Then he says your name. It’s quiet, but his voice carries across to you easily, stopping you in your tracks. You know that voice...You can't place it, but you're so sure. It's just on the tip of your tongue...

"Who -" you begin to ask, when someone else calls your name from behind. This one you recognise instantly. You turn to see Felix almost sprinting down the street toward you. He grabs your arms and pulls you against him, staring wildly about as if expecting a barrage of curses from every direction.

"What are you doing here? Are you alright?" he asks in a low, fierce voice.

"What? I'm fine."

You turn back to look at the place where the man had been, but he's gone. You glance hurriedly around at the milling crowds of people, in the windows of nearby shops, down the alley's side streets. But those yellow-gold eyes are nowhere to be seen.

"What is it?" asks Felix sharply.

"There was someone there just a moment ago. He was watching me."

"He?" Felix repeats, his voice heavy with panic. "Who? Who was it?"

"I don't know. I thought I recongised him, but...I'm not sure."

"Did he speak to you?" Felix's grip on your arm tightens until you're forced to yank it away.

"No! Felix, what's wrong?"

Felix's eyes sweep the street once more. He runs a hand across his hair distractedly, smoothing it flat and trying to regain some of his usual calm.

"Nothing," he says. His voice is entirely unconvincing. "Come, let's get you home."

Part of you wants to argue. You feel so much more comfortable here. You're not quite ready to go back to the manor and all it's strange surreality. But Felix's obvious alarm worries you, and you don't want to fight him when he's in this state.

The two of you apparate together back to the Rosier property. Felix doesn't speak the entire walk to the manor house. You shoot occasional sideways glances at him, but he doesn't seem to notice. His eyes are agitated and far away. Once you’re safely inside, Felix stops in the front hall and faces you.

"Why?" he asks simply.

"Why what?"

"Why did you leave? I came back and found you gone, do you have any idea how worried I was?"

His voice is loud and strained, just short of yelling. Your own temper flares within you.

"I'm sorry," you say, crossing your arms. "I didn't know a requirement of marriage was staying inside the house all day waiting for my husband."

"It's a requirement of keeping you safe," Felix snaps back.

"What am I in danger of?" you cry in exasperation. "You know I've survived dragons and curses and assassins, right? What in Merlin's name is lurking in Diagon Alley that's so much worse than all of that?”

Instead of rising to a fight, Felix's anger fizzles out. His whole demeanor seems to crumple under your biting words, and he looks down at the floor in something like defeat. Guilt builds like bile in the back of your throat. It hurts you to see Felix so despondent. You close the distance between you and reach up to fix his wilting hair. There's no sarcasm in your apology this time.

"I’m sorry. I wasn't trying to worry you. I just don't understand what you're so worried about."

Felix's reply is to pull you closer, clutching you to his chest with desperate arms. You can feel his heart beating frantically. You take deep, slow breaths, hoping to infuse him with your own calm. When you look up, his eyes are swimming with some fragile emotion you don't understand.

"Y/N, our world is impossibly dangerous right now. I know you've fought more than your share of battles, but this is different. Anyone... everyone you know...even your friends, could be out to hurt you now. Because of me." He strokes the shell of your ear with his thumb. "I'm so sorry. You’re married to a man with enemies. And there's no way for us to know who to trust. Please, for my sake, just stay here where it's safe."

"For how long?”

“I don't know," Felix sighs. "The Dark Lord does not confide his plans in anyone, but I doubt it will take long. And once he's in power, things will be different."

This isn’t a answer to inspire much comfort in you, and you turn away. Your head is bursting with questions and fragments of memories, none of which make sense. Why would you ever have agreed to this? It doesn’t sound like you at all. Trapped inside this enormous house, unable to do anything useful, and somehow on the side of Death Eaters?

You look back at Felix, an argument on your tongue. But before you can say anything, Felix’s lips find yours. It's a needy, starving kiss, as though it were years since your last instead of only this morning. His hands slide down your back, frame your waist, caress your hips, easing your body forward until you're flush against his. You can't help it. You melt against him, stroking the muscle of his chest through his robes. For the first time that day, you feel truly and perfectly alive.

And you think, this must be why.

Life in the Rosier manor takes some adjustment, but after a few days you settle into a routine. You breakfast late and spend a leisurely morning reading and relaxing on the upstairs terrace. Then there’s lunch, and a long walk about the grounds. The estate is massive, and you take your time exploring every inch of it. The elaborate hedge maze is a particular favourite. You spend three days attempting to map it before you realise it changes on its own at random intervals, making it impossible to solve.

But by far the best part of your married life is your new husband.

Felix escapes his ministry job to be with you as often as he can. Many mornings, he leaves for work late, having chosen a blissful lie-in with you instead. He sneaks home to lunch with you almost every day, and he's back at half-six each evening like clockwork. While home, he's never absent from your side.

Felix takes pride in showing you the Rosier Manor’s many secret passages and hidden rooms. He instructs you in French, when you mention off-hand a desire to learn. And after discovering it was always a childhood wish of his, you teach him to play the old, dusty piano in the music room. Your evenings are filled with music and dance, and your nights are always long and sleepless. Even quiet afternoons spent reading in the library, you often catch Felix watching you subtly over the top of his book, as though worried you might disappear.

It's moments like these in which you understand your decision to stay here, to marry a man in service to the most feared dark wizard in modern history. The thought that your husband is a Death Eater still churns your stomach, and you spend much of your alone time formulating careful arguments and plans of escape. But these always end with a wretched Felix, close to tears, terrified that flight will mean your death. No matter what you say, you're unable to convince him otherwise.

Occasionally, you try plotting out the sequence of events that led to your marriage, but your memories continue to be elusive. You remember a good many dinners and outings with Felix. You think they took place before your French honeymoon, but it's hard to place them in time exactly. You wonder whether you ought to mention this to Felix. In the end, you decide against it. Madness is a reputation you’ve fought for so many years, and the stigma of it still haunts you. Felix is the last person you want to look at you with that mixture of pity and wariness you've seen from so many others.

There's one memory, however, that refuses to fade: those yellow-gold eyes from Diagon Alley. For some reason, your dreams are constantly haunted by the image of this man and his simple utterance of your name. His eyes stir something to life inside you, a deep, slumbering something you don't understand or cannot remember. It isn't exactly a pleasant feeling, and when you wake from these dreams you snuggle closer to Felix, letting his warm, solid arms anchor you to reality. But you cannot keep from wondering who the man behind the yellow eyes is. You're sure you've seen him somewhere, though where continues to elude you.

You're mulling this very question over in the garden one day when a noise from behind makes you jump. Animals are rare on the grounds, and Felix is never one to creep up behind you unawares. You draw your wand instinctively, turning to face the sound. You nearly drop it when you watch those same piercing eyes and the dark-skinned man who owns them step out from behind a willowy tree.

For a moment, neither of you move. You know you ought to feel fear. This is obviously the danger Felix has warned you about. No one who's a friend sneaks onto one’s property unannounced. But even as you point your wand at the man’s face, you find yourself lost in his yellow-gold eyes. There's something almost frantic in them, like a person trapped behind glass screaming words you cannot hear.

You lower your wand without thinking. In spite of Felix's warnings, you can’t bring yourself to feel afraid. Your mind may be confused, but every other part of you is convinced this man means you no harm.

"Who are you?" you ask. "What do you want?"

The man doesn't answer. He only stares. The intensity of his eyes is difficult to look at directly and you drop your gaze to his bony neck instead.

"Are you here to kill me?"

That shakes the man from his silence. The yellow-gold eyes widen a little before he answers, "Is that what he told you?"

"Who?" you ask in confusion. "My husband?"

The man's whole face twists momentarily in an expression of disgust. His features straighten quickly, inscrutable once more, except for the eyes which seem to be pleading with you for something.

"You don't know me." It's a statement, not a question. But the more he talks, the more you're sure this can’t be true.

"Should I?"

"Yes."

There's a pause in which you wrack your brain desperately for a memory you’re sure is hidden somewhere, but you cannot find it. You're forced to shake your head apologetically. “I'm sorry. I don't."

The man shuffles his feet as if uncomfortable with this answer. “We were...at school together,” he says.

Armed with this bit of information, you cast your mind back to your school years. You search for those eyes in classes, Quidditch matches, cursed vaults. They’re nowhere to be found. But perhaps that’s not so unusual.

"School was so long ago,” you say, “and so much has happened since then. I don't know how much you know about me, but school wasn't exactly the happiest time of my life. I guess I've tried to put all those memories behind me.”

The man says nothing. He blinks those molten eyes and stares. His fingers twitch as if itching to wrap around something. You tighten your hold on your wand again, but he makes no other move. He seems to be trapped in indecision. And despite being an intruder in your home, there's some instinct urging you to soothe the man’s obvious distress.

What's your name?" you ask gently.

A look of deepest pain crosses the man’s face, as if he's bleeding from a wound you cannot see. It makes your heart ache for some reason.

"Talbott Winger," he answers.

There's a strange upset in your perception. The garden around you seems to shimmer as if it were really a backdrop you could rip away to reveal a more substantial world behind it. You can no longer feel the ground underneath your feet. You wonder if you're falling or floating. Your head swims with nausea. From far away, you hear someone call your name. You wonder where they are, where you are, and how you can get to them.

Then you feel hands on your face. They anchor your mind to your body once more. You're aware of your back lying against hard ground, and a throbbing pain in the side of your head. You realise your eyes are closed. You open them.

Brown eyes stare back at you in fear, and you feel a quick pang of disappointment. For some reason, you expected them to be yellow-gold. But it's Felix. He lifts you gently until you're sitting upright. You're still in the garden, only the sky is darkening. You stare about you for the man - Talbott, your brain now promptly supplies - but see no one else.

“Y/N!"

You only realise Felix has been speaking when he calls your name again. His voice is trembling.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"What’s wrong? That's what I'm asking you! How long have you been out here? What happened?"

"I was...walking and... I don't know. My head hurt and I... I fell, I guess."

For some reason, you think it's best not to mention Talbott Winger yet. You know how worried Felix will be, and there’s no reason to upset him until you discover what Talbott wants. You think - or perhaps, you hope - you’ll see those yellow-gold eyes again soon.

For several days, you’re disappointed. You now spend all your mornings and most of the afternoons out on the grounds. You return regularly to the tree in the garden where you saw him last. But Talbott Winger does not re-appear. Sometimes you worry the encounter was a dream, your grip on reality being so tenuous these days. Only, somehow, apart from Felix, those yellow-gold eyes are the closest thing you have to a solid, reliable memory.

You're forced to wait a full week before you see them again. You’re in the kitchen one evening instructing Felix in the art of rolling an even pie crust. You’ve finally bullied Miam-Miam into relinquishing the dinner preparations just this once, and Felix, exceptionally amused, has agreed to be your sous-chef.

“You’re sure I’m doing this properly?” he asks with a wry grin.

The sight of your typically decorous husband, shirt sleeves tucked up to his elbows and flour dusting the tip of his nose, makes your heart soar. You live for these sweet moments; where the world contains only the two of you, with no thoughts to spare for the war raging outside. You smile, and lean across the table towards Felix. There’s just enough time for your lips to meet in the promise of a kiss when the sound of the front door bell reverberates through the house.

Miam-Miam rises hastily from her little stool by the fire, but Felix stops her before she can reach the kitchen door.

“No. Let me.” He wipes his hands quickly on a dish towel and strides past the sullenly-still elf. You follow him to the door, but Felix shakes his head.

“Wait here,” he commands. Catching sight of your raised eyebrows, he adds, “Please. Let me see who it is.” Felix doesn’t wait for you to agree. He slips out the door and pulls it shut tightly behind him. You listen to his footsteps walking away. You count to ten, then follow anyway.

Miam-Miam’s echoing protests make it difficult to hear the conversation floating down the hall from the front door. You think you can make out two distinct voices. You walk through the dining room and approach the front hall as quietly as possible. Scattered words in Felix's most imperious tone reach your ear.

"It's over...safe now...nothing you can do."

You hesitate, uncertain whether to risk the hall where very little furniture exists to hide behind. Then the other voice speaks, loud enough to be clearly heard, "...don't care about her safety..." and your heart leaps in your chest as you recognise it.

"Don't you dare!" Felix snarls. You've never heard him so furious before. You hesitate briefly, but your desire to see the visitor, to be sure it's who you think, is overpowering. Cautiously, you tiptoe into the hallway. The other voice is a low, venomous hiss now. You have to strain your ears to catch the words.

"...away with this. I won't let you."

"Is that a threat?" Felix asks.

"It's a promise."

Felix starts to push the heavy front door closed and you throw caution to the wind. You run the last few steps forward just in time to see yellow-gold eyes on fire with fury, before the door slams shut on them.

Felix spins around quickly, startled by your sudden approach.

"Who was that?" you ask before he can get a word out. You fully expect Felix to be frustrated, even angry with you for refusing to stay safely in the kitchen. Instead, he blushes brick red. He runs a quick hand across his hair, as though you've caught him doing something shameful.

“No one.”

You cross your arms, arch one eyebrow and say, "Felix," with all the skepticism such a ridiculous answer deserves. Felix has the decency to look abashed, but still refuses to speak. He looks so lost you can't help but sigh and come to his rescue. You take his hand and squeeze it in support.

“Felix," you repeat more gently. "Tell me what’s going on. Who is that man? What does he want?”

Felix presses your hand to his face, drawing strength from your touch. He keeps his eyes closed as he answers, “Just...someone from the ministry. An auror. He doesn’t...like me. But he shouldn’t have followed me home." Felix exhales forcefully, then opens his eyes. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He twines his fingers between yours and tries to lead you back down the hallway. "Whatever happened to dinner?" he asks, in a voice laden with false cheer.

You're not remotely convinced that's all there is to it, and you're determined not to let the issue go. But you decide to wait until Felix is in better spirits before you demand answers. You return to the kitchen. Felix makes an attempt to recapture the light-hearted mood from before the unwelcome visitor. But his smile is more like a grimace. And more than once you catch him staring into space, lost in troubled thoughts he refuses to share.

That night you take particular care with Felix. You trail delicate kisses down his jawline, tracing his throat, his jutting collarbone. Your every movement is slow and measured as you follow the thin path of dark hair leading you from his chest to his abdomen. You assure him of your love using your lips and your tongue and the heat of your mouth. When you're finished, you crawl back up his body and rest against his still heaving chest, waiting for his heart rate to settle.

"Y/N," he pants.

"Felix."

"You know I love you?"

You smile against his skin. "So I've heard."

Felix rolls to his side so you slide off his chest and into his arms. He cups your cheek. It's hard to make out his eyes in the dark, but his voice is pleading.

"I know how hard all of this is for you. But you know it's because I want you to be safe. Because I love you. Our world is such a mess right now, and the thought of you caught up in it...running for your life, or hurt, or..." He swallows the next word. "I can't bear it."

You stroke the back of his hand where it holds your face. His touch is light, as if he thinks you might crack under his fingers. Felix is always so careful with you. It touches the part of you burdened by years of fighting battles for others with so little help or thought for your well-being. But you're not as delicate as he thinks.

"I understand," you assure him. "But you know, if you want me to trust you, you have to trust me. I'm not exactly incapable. I know it's a been a while, but I did manage to survive seven years worth of curses and monsters and Merula Snyde."

Felix rests his forehead against yours with a quiet chuckle.

"I know."

"So trust me."

"I do."

You take a deep breath and steel yourself to ask your burning question.

"Then...who is Talbott Winger?"

"What?"

Felix jerks away startled. Even in the darkness, you can see heat rising in his cheeks.

"That man who keeps coming by here. I know that's his name. Who is he?"

"Keeps coming by..." Felix repeats. He pushes himself up, and you follow, concerned at his change in demeanor. "Has he been here before? What did he say to you? Did he try to-to-"

You cut off his increasingly hysterical questions with a hand to his shoulder. "It's alright. I was fine. He just - he was here last week, out on the grounds. He wouldn't say what he wanted. He mentioned that we went to school together, but I don't remember him at all. Though I feel as though I should."

Felix's relief is palpable. His shoulders collapse in a slow, heavy exhalation. He pushes hair back from his forehead.

"There's no reason for you to. You can't be expected to remember everyone you went to school with. You had so many friends, and he was never exactly popular."

"So, you remember him?" you ask. Your own heart is now pounding with excitement; you're not sure why.

"Yes," Felix admits. "He was one of those that never trusted Slytherins. He had quite a grudge against anyone with the remotest Death Eater affiliation. It's only become worse now he's an auror. He's sure I know something about the Dark Lord's return, he follows me constantly. I wouldn't put it past him to try to force information from you."

"But I don't know anything -"

"I know that. But he doesn't. He's not your friend, Y/N, no matter what he says. That's why it's so important for you to stay here."

You bristle at the implication. "Do you need me to repeat my CV? I think I can handle one auror on my own just fine."

For some reason this inspires a smile in Felix.

"I don't doubt it."

He falls back against the pillow, pulling you down with him into a kiss, long and comforting. You can feel Felix relax beneath your lips. You come up for air and he murmurs, "Promise me, if you see him again, you'll stun first and ask questions later."

You hesitate for a moment, hovering over Felix's parted, eager mouth. You can't argue with his words, but you can't discount your instinct about Talbott either: that he wants something from you, and it isn't to hurt you. You know Felix won't understand this, so you make the only promise you know you can keep.

"I promise....I'll be careful."

You know your promise will be put to the test, but you still aren't prepared for Talbott to appear again only the following morning. You're sipping coffee on the terrace when a shadow blocks the sunlight briefly. You jump up in shock, coffee shaking in your hand, as an eagle lands hard on the railing. And when the bird abruptly transforms into the yellow-eyes and dark skin of Talbott Winger, you nearly drop the cup altogether.

"Y/N," says Talbott. His voice is strained and urgent, but you're too preoccupied to consider why.

"You're...a bird?" you ask with wide eyes. You're certainly surprised, but your mind doesn't seem about to collapse in on itself the way it had when he told you his name.

"An animagus," Talbott explains. His eyes dart nervously. "Look, I haven't much time. We need to talk, but we can’t do it here. Can you get away if you need to?"

"Excuse me?" You pull your dressing gown about you, trying to muster up a bit of dignity. "I don't think you're in a position to-"

"Can you get away?" Talbott repeats, talking over you. "Or does he have you trapped here?"

"I'm not trapped," you answer heatedly. "I'm here because it's safe. It's...dangerous right now." You echo Felix's words, trying to ignore how childish they sound.

"Then meet me here." Talbott thrusts a scrap of parchment forward, keeping as much distance between you as he can. You have to stretch out your arm to reach it. "Make sure you're not followed."

You gape at him. His nervous tension is so different from the still, silent Talbott you've been carrying about in your memory. It's almost harder to adjust to than the idea of him as a bird. You know you should be asking more questions, demanding answers, or simply stunning this blatant intruder. But the same strange feeling of familiarity that stopped your hand before prevents you taking any such action. You merely stare, waiting for your slow-working brain to catch up and explain to you why you're so sure about Talbott Winger.

You expect him to fly off again at any second, but Talbott shuffles his feet awkwardly as if he'd rather not leave.

"Y/N, are you...safe?"

"Of course," you reply automatically.

'I mean, he hasn't - he isn't -"

But before Talbott can articulate his question, you hear a door slam open from inside the bedroom and Felix's voice calling for you. You jump violently for the second time that morning, coffee sloshing over the side of your cup. You can only think of one reason why Felix would be back so quickly, and you turn to tell Talbott to go. But he's nowhere to be seen. You hear a loud beating of wings from overhead, and look up to see the enormous eagle climbing steadily higher. He's already a dark spot on the horizon when Felix bursts onto the terrace, out of breath, sweat undoing his severely slicked hair. It's such an unusual state for Felix you don't have to pretend to be concerned.

"What's wrong?" you ask quickly.

"There was a breach," he pants. "In the border wards. Someone got in."

"I didn't notice anything..." You swing your head about as if searching for potential intruders. You're careful to avoid eye contact with Felix, afraid it might give you away.

'Are you sure?" Felix stumbles across the terrace to you. He inspects you up and down as if searching for injuries.

"Of course," you find yourself saying for the second time in as many minutes. A quick trickle of guilt runs down the back of your throat. You know you ought to tell Felix of Talbott's attempt to lure you from the safety of your home. Instead, you close your hand about the scrap of parchment. You wrap your arms around Felix to hide your clenched palm. He holds you against him, head resting briefly on your shoulder while his breathing returns to normal.

"I have to get back," he says finally. "Will you stay in the house? Please? Just for today. I'll set up new barrier spells tonight, but for today just...please," he begs you. "I won't be able to focus otherwise."

Quickly, you think through your options. Merely keeping something from your husband is one thing, but you're reluctant to break any promise outright. So you choose your words carefully.

"I suppose I could agree to that," you say, with an exasperated eye roll and a dramatic sigh. "Just for today."

It works. Felix smiles in relief, and pulls you into a kiss full of unspoken gratitude. It’s as fiery and spine tingling as his kisses always are. But, knowing what you’re planning on doing as soon as he’s gone, you feel too guilty to fully appreciate it.

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Leap of Faith

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Alcohol

Summary: It’s your first Stark Annual Ball attendance and you hope your alcohol intake will bring you the courage to interact with Steve.

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Tonight is the night, Tony’s favourite night of the year. Stark’s Annual Ball was everyones favourite night of the year really. But this year was your first year, with the team talking it up for weeks you were very much looking forward to it.

You had been training at the Avengers Compound for 6 months now and were an asset to the team with your ability to heal others at a rapid pace. You needed to learn how to protect yourself and fight so Steve took you under his wing and mentored you, he was always very professional however you are both quietly aware of the chemistry you share.

You slide your fringe back and pin it in place then stair at your fresh curls in the mirror. The smell of your wine on the table in front of you reminds you to take a sip, then you fit your heals on and head out of your room. It wasn’t a far walk to the ball considering you live at the compound so running 10 minutes late wasn’t really a problem.

You finally reach the fancy overpriced decorations littering the entrance and see Natasha sporting a gorgeous black tight gown. She turns to catch a glimpse of your beautiful red dress and her eyes widen. The dress was a deep red and the silk material caused it to flow beautifully in the light. It was low cut and tight around your waist but it slightly flared off at the hips which accentuated your beautiful curves.

“Wow, you really dressed for the occasion.” She smiled cheekily.

“Well I thought… why not go all out for my first time!” You laugh back.

“I can think of a few people that would agree.” She smirked gesturing towards your obvious cleavage. You shake your head and ignore her comment before wrapping your arm through hers and allowing her to guide you inside.

You had never been to a ball but you’d seen enough Disney movies to know what to expect. Well at least you thought you did… This didn’t seem to look like the sort of ball you were picturing however. Of course it isn’t, this was Tony Stark’s ball. You look around and take in your surroundings. There are no chandeliers, flowers or regal drapes… instead you see craps tables, bars and a band on stage right at the front of the room.

“So when Tony says ball he really just means a classy excuse for a huge party?” You query. Natasha answers you with a laugh and an excited smile and pulls you straight to the bar. While she orders behind you, you let your eyes scan the room. You notice a lot of gorgeous young woman and older high class men but you don’t ponder on them too much, your eyes are searching for one thing.

“Yes! Party time!” Natasha chirps in your ear. Your eyes widen as she hovers a shot in front of your nose. “It’s tradition to have a shot of tequila upon entry.” She teases.

“I have already had 2 wines while getting ready! I do not need to start the night with tequila.” You sensibly inform.

“It’s tradition! You can’t mess with tradition on your first Stark Annual Ball.” Tony quips as he slips through a group of dancers and swings his arm over your shoulder. “I like this colour, looks good on you.” He grins then took the shot from Natasha’s hand and places it in yours.

You throw it back and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel it burn down your throat. Natasha cheers and hands you a glass of water. You throw your head back and guzzle the water but quickly realise it isn’t water… Tony and Natasha crack up as you taste the straight vodka burning your taste buds.

“Seriously?” You snap but their laughter is infectious so you give up and join in.

“The poor girl isn’t going to remember her first annual ball if you continue drowning her in alcohol.” A stern voice interrupts. Your stomach fills with butterflies before you even get a chance to look at him and instantly you wish for the alcohol in your system to give you courage. Your usual shyness takes over and you peer a smile in his direction before eying the ground.

“Lighten up Cap, why don’t you have a swig of whatever Thor’s drinking, might help you loosen the reins a bit.” Tony winks mockingly then disappears into the crowd.

Romanoff leans up and hugs Steve planting a small friendly kiss on his cheek. “You clean up well.” She smiles.

“I’m not the only one.” He responds kindly as he gazes at your dress.

“Hey.” You mutter. “Hey.” He chuckles, clearly aware of your awkward shyness.

“I’m going to say hello to Bruce, let your hair down a little, enjoy yourself.” She encourages before leaving your side.

When you realise you’re alone with Steve you twist around and order a red wine. Having something in your hand to ground you helps the nerves.

“So what do you think so far?” He steps closer to you filling the gap where Natasha once stood. The bartended hands you your glass and you tell yourself to be confident. “It’s definitely not what I was picturing in my head.” You giggle. He watches your lips as you laugh and his intense gaze sends goosebumps over your skin.

“Yeah, the parties in the 40’s were a little different too.” He mirthfully responds.

“Wow, I could only imagine.” You earnestly comment.

“At least back then I had the ability to get drunk.” He raises his eyebrows and you gaze at the soft sweet smile on his lips. He was so polite and friendly and he warmed your heart so much with his sweet chatter.

“Well I think getting drunk is overrated.” You joke.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” He playfully questions.

“Well the chances of doing something totally embarrassing are significantly higher when you’re drunk… also the morning after is never fun.” You inform.

“Sound’s like you have plenty of experience.”

“But there are also good things about it too I guess. I think I’m a lot more fun when I’m drunk.” You realise that you are effortlessly chatty with Steve and it takes you by surprise. You have been training with Steve for 6 months and even though you have so much chemistry, you’ve never really had a conversation longer than a few sentences unless it’s work relate.

The alcohol is taking over. You don’t drink often so it doesn’t take much to get to that point. You end the conversation by admitting you need to use the rest room and try your best to walk in a straight line to get there.

When you come out you have a few sips from a glass of water before taking your glass of wine to sit on a lounge. You sit there for 15 minutes listening to the music and chatter echoing through the room. All of a sudden Steve lowers down on the space next to you holding a red rose causing you to fluster and knock your wine all over the couch. “Shit!” You cuss as you lift your dress away. The wine soaks through your dress and wets your skin.

Steve dives over and picks up the glass helping you move your dress from the puddle. The only thing more red than the stain on the fabric was the embarrassment showing on your cheeks. “I have to go.” You jump up and race out the exit doors and into a large corridor.

“Y/N wait!” Steve yells behind you. You stop and turn politely waiting for him to catch up.

“It’s okay Y/N it’s just a little stain! Don’t let it ruin your night.” Steve chimed.

“It’s fine, it’s getting late.” You murmur back as you investigate the stain once more.

“I thought you were a lot more fun when you were drunk?” He provoked.

You glare at him for using your own words against you but the eagerness to prove him right creeps in. “Come on then.” You tease grabbing his hand and running down the hallway.

You guide him through the compound and up the stairs to the 4th floor. When you burst through the doors of the gym you drag him to the edge of the pool then stand him face to face with you.

“You want to go swimming? Right now?” He seems genuinely surprised.

“Why not?” You question giving him a challenging look.

“Is that appropriate right now?” He slightly squints his eyes.

“Now who’s the fun one.” You sarcastically tease.

“Oh is that how it is?” He glares, his eyes excepting the challenge. Before you could get another word out his hand swings up and pushes you off the ledge and into the water.

You are so surprised as you hit the water. Yes you intended on pushing him in when you built up the courage but you definitely didn’t think he would ever push you in. You sink to the bottom for a few seconds then push your feet against the tiles sending you up for a breath of air. You flail your arms and allow yourself to sink again. You were pretending to drown. After a few seconds you hear a loud thud and Steves strong arms wrap around you guiding you up until your head breaks the water’s surface. You open your eyes briefly then squeeze them shut when the water trickles down into them. You noticed worry on his face and you realise your plan to trick him worked.

“Are you okay!” He worries. You don’t respond, instead you laugh and wrap your arms over his shoulders for support.

“I can swim Steve!” You chuckle. His eyes widen as he realised you fooled him. “Is this fun enough for you?” You giggle cheekily flailing your legs to keep you afloat. He slides his hands down your thighs and wraps your legs around his hips keeping you both afloat. His head presses to yours and you notice the drips of water falling from his hair down your fore-head and his hot breath crashing on your lips. You don’t hesitate, the alcohol gives you courage and you slam your lips against his, surprised when he kisses you back hard.

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how about boss!bucky x reader in which reader is his secretary and theyre working late at night and are the only ones in the office then bucky calls reader in his cabinet and SMUT SMUT SMUT

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Release date: 15/01/20

Pairing: Boss!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Reader

Y/N: Once again you’re working late at night. Mr. Barnes calls you in his office. You expect to discuss your latest task but he’s a little drunk and decides to release his desire for your body.

Words count: 1.2K

A/N: I don’t like the word ‘secretary’, so I’ve replaced it ‘assistant’. Sorry, this took a bit longer to write!

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, drunkenness, unprotected sex

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Your eyes were weary staringat the laptop’s screen for the 12th hour today. They were slowly closing at thelatest report from the Sales Department. You felt your whole body drifting awayinto the world of dreams.

“Y/N, could you please come to my office?” You jumped startled at Mr. Barnes’ words over the speakerphone.

It was passing 9:00 p.m. andyou cursed the day in which the mistake occurred. Mr. Barnes was responsiblefor fixing it and as his assistant you were required to stay at work for aslong as he was there to help him with the task. And for a 3rd day in a row youhad to stay way passing your working hours. The sleep deprivation was killingyou more than the exceeded work and all you could think of in the past 1 hourwere your comfortable bed and pillow.

You got up and walked towardsMr. Barnes’ office. Your feet were killing you after the extended wearing ofhigh heels in the past 3 days. If you weren’t on such a respected position youwould’ve come to work in flat shoes indeed. Besides your bed you started dreamingof sneakers, too.

The door was opened, so youjust walked in.

“You called, Mr. Barnes.” Yousaid with a most faked enthusiasm and energy.

Mr. Barnes was sitting in hischair staring angrily at the screen. The lights in his office were dimmed, soonly his laptop was irradiating his face which was nonetheless frowned. Hisblue eyes were rapidly moving from one side of the screen to the other inapparent search for something. His tie was no longer present around his neckand the highest two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. His jacket was thrownon the little office couch and his hair was the messiest you’ve ever seen it. Youcouldn’t help noticing the whiskey glass on his desk. You sighed – things wereprobably worse than you thought.

You cleared your throat afterthe pause during which Mr. Barnes didn’t react to your presence.

He finally lifted his head upand you noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes. He probably had even lesssleep than you.

“Y/N, thank you for coming.”Mr. Barnes said with a husky voice.

He then rubbed his eyes andplaced his elbows on the desk still holding his face. A loud sigh came out ofhim deafened by his palms.

“This is worse than wethought.” He said after finally revealing his face.

You took a deep breath whileclosing your eyes. Your poor cat must be starving by now. Toto would haveanother really late dinner.

“I was just looking over the reportfrom Sandra’s team. It seems to be okay.” You said as if it made anydifference.

Mr. Barnes looked at you. Youwere wearing a fit shirt with a small cleavage and a bit shorter than allowedskirt nicely shaped over your feminine curves. The outfit was enhanced by thehigh heels you were wearing. And this apparently drew his attention for hiseyes were looking you up and down as if he saw you for the first time.

You felt a littleuncomfortable and looked away trying to think of something to talk about. Mr.Barnes was undeniably a most handsome man with astute blue eyes but he was alsoyour boss, so you always chased away any dirtier thoughts about him. Besides,he was an alleged womanizer and you weren’t interested in such men.

He slowly got up and walkedtowards you waggling. His eyes were fixed on you even though his vision seemedto be blurred by the liquor. You tried to face him but the lust in his eyesmade you look away.

“Y/N…” Mr. Barnes started witha soft tone. “You’ve been such a good assistant in the past 1 year. Amazing!Irreplaceable!” He continued with genuine excitement.

You smiled with a little blushover your cheeks. He had never spoken in such a manner beforehand. You assumedit was the alcohol intake and the exceeded work but you were neverthelessflattered to hear those words coming out of Mr. Barnes’ lips. Even though hewas a little drunk.

“… and delicious.” Unexpectedly,he said looking down at your cleavage.

You took a sharp breath. Butbefore you managed to react in any way you felt his strong manly arms tightly wrappedaround your waist pulling you closer to him while his lips got stuck ontoyours. His whiskey breath hit you like a brick as you felt a little dizzy. Yourknees bended and if it wasn’t for Mr. Barnes holding you, you would’ve fallenon the ground.

His tongue invaded your mouthfeeling like at home. Your back hit the wall as Mr. Barnes’ body pressed yourssecuring that you wouldn’t be able to escape. A quiet moan left your lips only heardby the silence around you.

“Mr. Barnes, we shouldn’t…”You tried to protest. “You’re my boss. And you’re drunk.” You knew damn wellwhile he suddenly showed any interest in you.

He was probably quite intoxicatedand horny for some reason. And you were just the nearest delicious bite.

“Shut up and enjoy themoment.” Mr. Barnes replied lifting you in the air.

With your legs around him hecarried you to the desk. With one swing he pushed all objects on the ground. Youfelt the firm surface of the furniture beneath you as his hands literallyripped your shirt’s buttons to unveil your breasts. They were going up and downat the pace of your heavy breathing. He shoved his face at your boobs and youcould feel his playful tongue all over your naked skin.

“Oh, Mr. Barnes…” Another softmoan came out of you.

With one quick movement your underwearwas off. You sensed him unzipping his pants while his lips were on your neckagain. A loud sigh exited your lips at the feeling of his hard cock enteringyour pussy.

Hard, fast and consistent thrusts,your nails tearing the skin on his neck, your sighs disturbing the silence ofthe office.

“Oh, Y/N, I’ve longed for youfor so long.” Abruptly, Mr. Barnes said.

You took a sharp breath.

“And I’ve always wanted to rawyou on my desk.” He continued while fucking you hard. “To finish inside of yourlittle pink pussy. Let me do it, let me freaking do it!”

“Mr. Barnes…” You started inbetween your moans. “I’ve always wanted you… and your dick.”

“Have him. Have him whole!” Hereplied back with even harder and deeper thrusts. “Do you like that, doll?”

“Oh, yes!” You screamed at thetop of your lungs. “Yes, just like that! Don’t stop!”

Thrusting and fingering. Heavybreathing and moaning. Kissing and biting. Grabbing and scratching. Licking andsmooching. An explosion of ecstasy for both of you. Your orgasms were long andburning. Burning from desire for one another.

Mr. Barnes took his dick outof your pussy after filling it with his warm cum and put it back inside hispants. He wobbled to his chair and sat down exhausted from his sexualexertions. Sweat was flowing down his face decorated with a smug smile. He wassatisfied. Not just sexually but psychologically as well finally having youbetween the legs.

“I need you here at 8:00 tomorrowmorning.” Mr. Barnes finally said.

You looked at him while stilllying on the desk drenched in your own sweat. Your pussy was dripping out hiscum. “Why?” Your working hours started at 9:00 a.m.

Mr. Barnes smiled smugly. “So Ican fuck you again.”

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“Well...” Eyes narrowing, Illinois cracked his neck before continuing nonchalantly. His voice holding an edge to it, icy. “Let’s just say I’m glad that abuser is no longer in my Darlin’s life, though I am sorry I never got a genuine talk with him. One that involved no problems, just a honest talk.”

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“I often...” Melting from how icy he was moments ago, Illinois looked away with a flush. “I often daydream on taking my Darlin’ traveling, showing him all the sights... and just being in his arms, or him in mine...”

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“I...” Illinois just shook his head. “I wish I never left that one time. Maybe then I’d of been there, and could’ve stopped it, or even if gotten taken in his place.”

“It ain’t youses fault, ‘Nois. It ain’t no ones.” Yancy wrapped his arm around him, pressing a kiss, before continuing. “An’ I... I wish I didn’ smoke ‘fore. ‘S gotten ‘im in trouble when he tried it wit’ ‘Nois, and it triggered ‘im later on... from things.”

“Sweetheart... it’s over and done with. You were coping the best you could without me.”

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Life is a Game of Risks, Chapter 39

Chapter Summary - Tom fights with himself as to whether or not he did the right thing concerning Alexianna. During his conflict, he recalls that he was supposed to collect Lily from school the next day, but also receives a call from Luke.

TRIGGERS - Past domestic abuse, Past emotional abuse, Past sexual abuse.

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Tom didn’t know what to think or do. He lay in bed thinking about the ultimatum he had given to Alexianna. He felt terrible for forcing the situation into a corner, but he felt it was the right thing to do. Getting Lily a small present should not have caused Alexianna to react in such a manner, to say she did so implied there was something wrong in the relationship and he knew that he could not continue as they were doing and that were he to leave it now, the same issues would arise again in the near future and they would suffer worse in the long run. It was not an option. He would not continue being everything to Lily that Alexianna wanted without the joys of parenting that came with it.

He loved being there for them both, he had no issue with the boring and mundane aspects of it all, in fact, he enjoyed them most of the time. The quiet and relaxing life of sitting in doing silly art and reading to Lily was a welcome change from the fast and hectic life he had when he was working. She saw him only as Tom, or Daddy, who was the best reader and who only expected him to do funny voices for their stories, she wanted nothing more from him. Alexianna never asked for anything of him or expected anything from him either. She accepted, without question, when he was not available, she would only give him a kiss and tell him that she would see him again when he was free and that she loved him. He could not ask for more in a partner and a child. Though, the rules that Alexianna set at the beginning of the relationship, he felt, were voided by the developments of the relationship, especially regarding Lily’s decision to make him her father figure and Alexianna not correcting it, allowing it to happen.

He swallowed. If Alexianna decided to not talk through everything, if she decided that she wanted to put an end to the relationship, he would lose them both. The fear he had when he began to develop feelings for Alexianna and Lily in turn at the beginning of the relationship and the fear that were it to end, he would lose them came to the fore once more. He was scared.

Part of him thought to send a text or call and apologise so that he could prevent such a scenario. He did not want to lose either of them, but the bigger part of him knew that he had to make himself clear, otherwise they would be in the same position again in a few weeks time. Ignoring the elephant in room would do nothing but delay the inevitable argument. The longer they left it, the more damage it would do.

But he felt guilty. He had promised Lily that he would read her a bedtime story. He felt terrible for not being there to do so. Laying back in his bed, he hoped voicing his issues was allowing Alexianna to know exactly how he felt and to allow her to see his side of things. He had sent her a text saying that he would talk to her the next day, he only hoped that she would want to and that they could work through everything. He was not a religious man but he prayed that everything would work out, that he could be a more definitive and solid part of both Alexianna’s and Lily’s lives.

In her apartment, Alexianna sighed in exhausted frustration. Lily took Tom’s leaving without a goodbye very badly. She was fussy for the rest of the evening and refused to do anything her mother asked of her to the extent that she screamed when Alexianna tried to read her a story, sticking her fingers in her ears, crying and begging for Tom. The more she fussed, the more angry and frustrated Alexianna became. By the time she put Lily to bed and got the apartment tidied, she felt terrible. She had found herself on the verge of tears more than once.

She looked at Tom’s text more than once and bit the insides of her cheeks as she did so. When she thought over his words, she sighed and rubbed her hands over her face. She had no idea how she was going to talk to Tom about everything partly because she could not even understand fully to herself what was causing her to feel as she did regarding everything, something she knew was an issue, there was no way to work past something if there was no way to articulate it. Sighing again, she just sat down and tried to make sense of everything.

Tom woke the next morning feeling almost as tired as he did going to bed. He had not slept well during the night, more than once waking to the reality that he had possibly lost the relationship he loved and may not, for a considerable time see either Alexianna or Lily and that worried him more than he ever thought it could.

Checking his phone, he was disappointed to see there had been no texts from Alexianna in acknowledgement of his text the night before. He decided to get up and go for a run in hopes to give her a chance to wake and see what time would suit for them to talk.

By the time ten o’clock came, there was still nothing from her regarding meeting and talking which terrified him. He genuinely hoped they would work through things, it did not bode well if she would not even speak with him. He knew that Lily was in school and that Alexianna was due to work until five. They had previously arranged that he would collect her, but all things considered, he did not know where he stood and it bothered him. Deciding that he needed to know if he was to collect her, and what arrangements were there for Lily, he took out his phone and typed.

“Am I still collecting Lily today?”

He looked at the text for a considerable amount of time before inhaling deeply and pressing send. Nervous of what would be the response, he paced anxiously, half doing chores as he waited to hear the tone of his phone receiving a message in response.

In the following half hour, he received four emails and two messages, none from Alexianna. Feeling defeated and downtrodden, Tom sank into his seat, unable to concentrate on anything. When the phone informed him that he had another new message, he did not care enough to check it instead he found himself remembering the first time he came home from Eton after his parents split. He was considerably older than Lily when it happened, but he knew the sensation of being forced to watch how your whole world as you knew it to be being broken apart. If anything, he felt it was harder for Lily, at just four years old, she would not understand everything as he had, and with her only having a father figure in her life a few months, he worried it would make it even harder on her and how it would affect her. That made him feel worse, he felt guilty that should they not repair things, he would be part of the reason she felt such emotions.

When another message came through, he was still too busy thinking of the ramifications of breaking up with Alexianna. He wondered how he could try to assist her with Lily if he was no longer with her. He also knew that that would do nothing to quell the rumours that he was her biological father, but he did not care, he wanted to continue being there for both of them no matter what. They deserved it.

He was a good twenty minutes thinking about it all when his phone rang. Seeing it was Luke, he answered. Overall, the conversation was mundane and uninteresting. He was due to go to Ace Comicon soon so Luke was giving him a rundown of certain dates. Tom, not able to cease thinking of the situation with Alexianna, was only half listening.

‘Tom?’

‘Yes?’

‘What will she say?’

‘Who?’

Luke gave an exasperated sigh. ‘You’re not even listening to me, are you?’

‘I’m sorry, I am just trying to sort a few things here.’ Tom apologised.

‘I don’t need to know the ins and outs of everything in your personal life.’ Luke warned. ‘Keep whatever you two get up to between yourselves.’

‘Who?’

‘Who...Tom, are you alright?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘You are not listening to me and when I reference your girlfriend, you ask me who I am even talking about?’

‘Sorry. She’s not...she’s at work.’

‘She has an incredible work ethic, you cannot fault her that.’ Luke acknowledged. ‘What did she say about the length of your press tour?’

‘I...It doesn’t matter now.’

‘What happened?’ Luke’s tone told his exasperation.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You’ve broken up with her, haven’t you?’ Luke sounded unsurprised.

‘No….I don’t know.’

‘What happened?’

‘I bought Lily a toy yesterday and Lexi got annoyed. So I told her to choose between me being a proper father for Lil’s, meaning I am permitted to choose to get her something on occasion or to not expect me to act as her father so much and to let me know what she wanted but she hasn’t.’

‘Tom, what do you mean “a proper father”? Are you her father?’ Luke asked warily. ‘I thought you weren’t her father?’

‘I’m not, biologically, but I am her father figure. I am the one she calls “Daddy” and who reads her stories and everything.’

‘You are not even together a year, I am not sure being so involved with her daughter is a wise decision.’

‘You don’t particularly get much of a choice when there are children involved, Luke. The majority of the time Alexianna and I spend together, Lily is there. Alexianna would never cast her aside for anyone, much less a man.’

‘Well, no. Of course, she shouldn’t, but to take on such a role in her life…’

‘You don’t get it, Luke, I love that little girl like she is my own daughter, she is so pure and sweet and funny and her father never wanted anything to do with her and she is so good and she is doing so well at school and…’

‘Jesus Christ, you really adore the kid.’ Luke realised, having never fully paid heed to Tom’s relationship as neither he nor Alexianna and her daughter caused the publicist any issues. As far as he was concerned, Alexianna, though divorced, was no problem. She did not cause scenes, falling out of clubs drunk, she dressed in a manner that, though it drew criticism from some, was only petty comments and not based on her being overly revealing and there was apparently no more from her ex-husband since the divorce, meaning there were no embarrassing media brawls for him to concern himself with, so in many ways, Luke simply ignored the whole Alexianna and Lily situation. There were a few pictures of Tom and the pair, but people gushed over the apparently healthy and good rapport they saw of Tom with them, but hearing the way Tom spoke about the little girl, he was forced to acknowledge just how much she meant to him. ‘I thought you were giving up on the whole kids' thing?’ Luke asked fearfully.

‘I...No, I could never….not with Alexianna.’

‘Wait, she’s not pregnant, is she?’

‘No, no, she’s not.’

‘Tom, listen, I am not going to lie to you, I have no idea how to process all of this, this is more than I bargained for. You are the same man, who told me, not two years ago, as all your friends were becoming parents, that you were not so sure you wanted to be anchored down like that.’

‘I didn’t have Lexi and Lily then.’

‘You don’t have them now.’

‘I need to talk to Jeremy.’

‘Who?’

‘Jeremy Carlton.’

‘That name is ringing a bell.’

‘I went to Eton with him, his father is big in family law.’

‘Why?’

‘I need to know if I can fight for visitation for Lily.’

‘Wait, what? Visi….she is not your daughter. You’re not even living with her mother, why in the name of anything would any judge give you visitation?’

‘But I….’

‘You are not her father, Tom.’ Luke repeated. ‘Why….why does this matter so much to you?’

‘Because I can’t lose them. I can’t abandon Lily. You don’t get it, Luke, you don’t know what it’s like, I do. And I can’t do it to her.’

‘Tom…’ Luke’s voice was softer when he spoke again realising Diana and James's separation still toyed with some part of Tom, a quarter of a century later. ‘Tom...don't do anything drastic.’

‘I am just going to ask him, nothing more.’

‘I don’t think you want to hear what he will more than like say.’

Tom felt his phone vibrate and looked at the screen to see there were three messages from Alexianna. Seeing the contents of the last message, he felt himself become fearful. ‘Luke, I have to go.’

‘Tom…’

‘She messaged me back, I have to go.’ He hung up the phone and looked again at the message on the screen. He unlocked the screen and looked at the two previous texts, in particular, the times they were received. He had not realised she had contacted him.

11:03 am - Hi, I was going to let her go to the afterschool club, considering. I thought with everything that was going on it was the only option, I would never expect you to do it.

11:07 am - I am not sure if you wish to talk about this today or another day. You said you would talk to me today, but I wasn’t sure if it would be about this specifically. If you wish to collect Lily, then, of course, I won’t stop you, but please don’t feel obliged.

11:51 am - Nevermind, I am sorry Tom, for everything, obviously you have made other plans for today.

He immediately tapped on her number and called Alexianna. At first, he was scared that she would not answer, causing him to become worried. When the line picked up, he waited for a moment to see if it was her voicemail.

‘Tom?’

‘Lexi.’

‘Hi.’

‘Hello.’ There was an awkward silence then. ‘I didn’t make other plans.’

‘Okay.’

‘I was on the phone with Luke, I never realised you messaged back, I’m sorry.’

‘It’s fine Tom, you don’t owe me explanations.’

‘No, I feel I do.’

‘It’s fine.’

‘You never make demands of me, you never demand to know where I am or why I don’t get back to you.’

‘You’re a busy guy.’

‘Please, can I take Lily afterschool? I will bring her back to yours on time.’

‘What about…?’

‘We can talk about it, later when she is in bed.’

‘But what if…?’

‘Lexi, please, at least talk to me about it. That’s all I ask, whatever you choose.’

‘I don’t want you to feel like I am using you for this. I didn’t realise you felt…’

‘No...it’s not….listen. We will talk later when Lil’s is asleep. We will air everything in the articulate manner we are so very much capable of, Ms Oxford.’ he smiled as he spoke, hoping to give her the sense that he wanted them to work through it. ‘As for Lils, I want to. I love spending time with her.’

‘Okay.’

Tom felt himself become relieved at her consent. ‘Thank you. I’ll make us dinner.’

‘Don’t concern yourself with that.’ Alexianna dismissed.

‘Not at all. I’ll see you then, Bye.’

When Alexianna said her goodbyes, Tom hung up the phone and hoped that things would be okay, her tone told him nothing of her decision.

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: Give me strength so I don't kill a bitch Janis: serious Jimmy: 💪🏆 Jimmy: I can't fuck you if you're in prison, remember Jimmy: unless this is you proposing Jimmy: so romantic 💕 Janis: Can't believe you won't fake marry me Janis: 💔 Jimmy: never said I wouldn't Jimmy: you haven't fake asked Janis: sure, trust you to wanna be savage about it Janis: dickhead 😏 Jimmy: I'm giving you chance to be #goals and 💍 me Janis: that's the vows is it Janis: be #goals forever and ever Jimmy: do you take this girl to be your lawfully wedded dickhead Jimmy: yeah alright Janis: 😂 Janis: such an idiot Janis: but at least you're funny Janis: teach Mia something, yeah Jimmy: no tah Jimmy: I know the kind of shit she wants me to teach her Janis: 😒 don't Janis: I'm already this close to actually smacking her without that mental image Jimmy: wait til I'm off work before you knock her out Jimmy: if you love me Janis: as bad as Grace Janis: start selling tickets Jimmy: we all wanna be there with pom poms & 🍿 Jimmy: don't be shy Janis: yeah I'm so sure Janis: you'll get your chance to wear the skirt one day, babe Janis: don't worry Jimmy: 💔💔🎻🎻🎻 Janis: mm Jimmy: I'm gonna show up & 💍 when you're about to smack her Jimmy: put you off 'cause you don't want me there Janis: you probably would Janis: love nothing more than shaming me Janis: but I ain't giving you my location so good 🍀 Jimmy: & you love the angle but fine I won't get down on my knees for you Jimmy: spoilsport Jimmy: pissed on your own parade there, girl Janis: shut up Janis: distracting me Janis: gotta be on my A game, boy Jimmy: you're too busy shutting her up to make me Jimmy: & she don't need your A game Jimmy: a breeze would turn her bones to dust Janis: you on my side or not, boy Janis: ain't a tag-team effort between you and her is it Jimmy: nah I'm dumping you for her & this is how I'm letting you know Janis: ah well Janis: your girlfriend is about to get fucked up Janis: soz about it Jimmy: she can lick her own wounds 🐍 perks Jimmy: it's alright Janis: boring Janis: but if that's what you're into these days Jimmy: once I teach her what to do with that 👅 I'm set for life Janis: disgusting Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: 😑 Janis: go away Jimmy: bit rude Jimmy: how many rounds you going? Jimmy: come see me after Janis: you're rude Janis: but like you said, ain't gonna take much, is it Janis: sure Jimmy: good Jimmy: I miss you Janis: I miss you too Janis: this is all easier to ignore when you're about Jimmy: I'm going nowhere Jimmy: still smack her though 'cause neither is she Janis: 👍 Janis: long time coming Janis: but I'll try not to kill her Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I'll help you hide the body, don't worry about it Jimmy: #peakromance Janis: have to be good Janis: it's how her dad shows he cares, appaz Jimmy: smacking her about? Jimmy: #relatable Jimmy: or hiding the bodies of her enemies Janis: 😬😂 Janis: nah though, threatening legal action if anyone dares to talk back to her, never mind smack her one Jimmy: the bodies thing is probably true too Jimmy: I ain't seen Gracie for a while is all I'm saying Janis: 🤞 Janis: sadly, 'less Mia gave her wifi in her grave Jimmy: what's the point of 💀 if you can't liveblog it #duh Janis: turn your location on girl Janis: maybe dig you up 'fore you suffocate Jimmy: might do Jimmy: might not do Janis: obvs gotta make her promise to change her ways Jimmy: 👍🍀 Janis: you're right Janis: maybe just let her 👻 Jimmy: not an invitation for me & her to be #couplegoals though Jimmy: your 👻 lad only Janis: swear to God she better keep her ghost hands to herself Janis: or I'll kill her properly Janis: send her 😈🔥 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: she'll be waiting for me there getting more 💕😍 then Jimmy: 👍 Janis: she can wait Janis: you said you're staying Jimmy: I am Jimmy: unless you send me away Janis: not gonna send you to hell Janis: have to fuck me off a lot more than this Janis: soz to disappoint Jimmy: not to be that dickhead but Jimmy: it's hell wherever you ain't Jimmy: so not much to do Janis: baby Janis: you're so genuinely #goals sometimes it hurts Jimmy: I'm not actually trying to distract you right now Jimmy: I swear Jimmy: I'm just Janis: hot Janis: I know Janis: ain't your fault, really Jimmy: I just love you Jimmy: & that is your fault Janis: I'll own it Jimmy: alright then Janis: not just 'cos I love you too Jimmy: course not Jimmy: but it'll do me that you do love me too Janis: you know I do Janis: a lot Jimmy: gimme more though Janis: how Jimmy: I'll let you know Jimmy: other than accepting my proposal obviously Janis: alright 😏 Janis: please do Jimmy: 👌 Janis: right, this is actually happening Janis: accept the charges if I have to bell you from jail, yeah? Jimmy: I suppose Jimmy: make me feel like the tables have turned, yeah rich girl Janis: if you like Janis: roleplay, fun Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: keeping it #goals baby Janis: [fight] Janis: 👍 Jimmy: 💪🏆 Jimmy: 🥇🥇🥇🥇 Janis: you know it Jimmy: start running now Jimmy: 👮🚔 Janis: way ahead of you, babe Janis: as per Jimmy: #duh Jimmy: SUCH an athlete Janis: you'd reckon so if you saw her face Janis: that felt good Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: how long you got left of your shift Jimmy: hour & a half Jimmy: come here when you're done running victory laps Jimmy: I've saved my last break Janis: Good Janis: gotta channel this energy somewhere Janis: and I want you Jimmy: just don't get her blood on me Jimmy: this ain't the CG none of the customers are thick enough to believe it's Halloween Janis: 🤞 Janis: I'll clean up Jimmy: 💔💔💔 Jimmy: I wanna do it Jimmy: but we don't have time Janis: we'll make the most of what we do still Janis: don't be sad, baby Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: I know but Jimmy: I want more time Janis: after Janis: not that long to wait Jimmy: it feels like Janis: always does Janis: whenever we have to be around other people even Jimmy: you reckon it's ever getting any easier or nah Jimmy: 'cause bit rude Janis: try and be less fuckable Janis: idk Jimmy: how Janis: alright bighead Janis: true but Janis: no one likes a showoff Jimmy: you do Janis: bit Jimmy: loads Janis: maybe Janis: if you really make the most of your break, like Jimmy: no challenge but still accepted Jimmy: I want you so much Janis: you know I love you Jimmy: I love you too Janis: I'm glad you exist Janis: everyone else is shit Jimmy: you Jimmy: you're the only one I care about Jimmy: let's go somewhere when I'm done here Jimmy: I'll call in sick tomorrow Jimmy: it don't even matter Janis: okay Janis: if you're sure obviously I want to Janis: where Jimmy: let's just not come back until my next shift Jimmy: fuck school Jimmy: where do you wanna go? Janis: yeah? Janis: I don't care Janis: anywhere with you Jimmy: we can just get on a train or whatever then Jimmy: I don't give a fuck either Janis: my nan and granddad have a caravan not far away Janis: but far enough Janis: might work Jimmy: is anyone else in your massive family likely to be using it Janis: eurgh Janis: shouldn't be but Janis: how to subtly check without telling everyone where we are 🙄 Jimmy: it's alright we'll just leave if anyone else turns up Janis: it'd only be nan and granddad in term time anyway so we've got good odds of being left alone Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: let's do it then Janis: okay Janis: I'll hang around 'til you finish then Janis: no point going home Jimmy: I'll have to Jimmy: pack a bag & chat to the kids about it Jimmy: but we can go after Janis: yeah Janis: 'course Janis: they'll be alright, yeah Jimmy: you want me to pack shit for you seeing as you ain't going home Jimmy: all I can do is let 'em know I ain't just fucking off Jimmy: my dad too I'll pen him a note so he don't bell the 👮🚔 Jimmy: It ain't gonna be good but neither is this, here now Janis: if you like Janis: I don't care but you might once I start to stink Janis: probably a plan Jimmy: I'll just throw you in the shower, girl 💪 Janis: like to see you try Janis: have you know I'm undefeated, boy Jimmy: then you'll see me try Jimmy: I'm ready Janis: you've always been a very gracious 🥈babe Jimmy: oi Jimmy: come here & call me a loser Janis: come on, there's no losers babe Jimmy: easy to say when you're the winner, babe Janis: how bad does losing feel though, really Janis: you know it's still good Jimmy: I'll show you in a bit Jimmy: 🥇 me Janis: 😏 Janis: we'll see then Jimmy: just remember to tell me how it feels, alright Janis: do my best Janis: you do make it hard to speak though sometimes so Jimmy: do my best Jimmy: please be on your way Janis: I am Janis: time me if you wanna Janis: 💪 Jimmy: 👌 nerd Janis: [5 mins or w/e] Janis: come out here and say that to my face Jimmy: [does] Janis: [kisses his face] Jimmy: [kisses her neck] Janis: [noise like oh hey] Jimmy: [tells her how long she took to get there cos also a nerd] Janis: [pouty like nu-uh!] Jimmy: [pouty lip thing for life] Janis: ['I missed you' and showing him] Jimmy: [says it back & likewise cos they don't have a lot of time] Janis: [enjoy lads] Janis: do you think I should go get some stuff Jimmy: you should stay with me Janis: okay Janis: go make me a drink then, boy Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: [we know the drill he's making it but looking at her like 😍] Janis: you're cute Janis: I can't wait to go Jimmy: you Jimmy: you can go to mine & pack for us & make it quicker Janis: I could Janis: still have to talk to the kids though Jimmy: just don't pack the 🐶 Jimmy: can give 'em a ring though Jimmy: might not even be there Janis: 💔 but baby Janis: cool, long as you're sure Jimmy: [shrugs at her from behind the counter] Jimmy: it ain't gonna go decent however I say it Jimmy: so whatever Janis: you still wanna though Jimmy: we're going Jimmy: if I have to listen to every dickhead talking about your #girlfight for the next week I'll 💀💀💀 Janis: 🙄 Janis: she thought Janis: got the scratches to prove it Jimmy: sexy Jimmy: but it's not gonna convince me to stay here Janis: I ain't trying to convince you Jimmy: you've already convinced me to go Jimmy: I've got the marks to prove it too Janis: 😏 Janis: trust me, you had more fun than I did Janis: even if it was pretty satisfying Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: you'll have fun with me Jimmy: if you ain't had enough just now which 💔 Janis: never enough Janis: not a diss Janis: brag if anything, your speciality Jimmy: good save, girl Jimmy: come get your smoothie Janis: okay lemme just enjoy the view for a sec longer Janis: [then does] Jimmy: lemme just enjoy that view for as long as possible Janis: knew there was a reason you were asking me to leave Jimmy: [is 😏] Janis: [keeps looking back] Janis: stop looking at me like that Jimmy: [gives her an even hotter look instead cos he be like that] Jimmy: miss you already Janis: I definitely miss you more Janis: only got yourself to blame Jimmy: sounds like a challenge that Janis: challenge to behave Janis: for once Jimmy: 💔💔 Jimmy: I give you a minute before you're changing your mind & wanting me not to Janis: 💪 Janis: challenge accepted Janis: I'm tough, tah Jimmy: ⏲ Janis: 🖕 Jimmy: bit rude Jimmy: I only wanna be 💕 Janis: you're rude Jimmy: if you like Janis: you know how bad I want you but we can't Janis: so very rude Janis: actually Jimmy: we can Jimmy: just Jimmy: another ⏲ going for that Janis: it's not long is it Janis: make it worth it Jimmy: when you've got to mine, packed and 🐶💕 I'll be done Jimmy: promise Janis: okay Janis: we can do this Janis: think how long we're gonna have Janis: just us Janis: and nothing to do Jimmy: just you to do Janis: not a chore, is it? Jimmy: ask me at the end of the week Janis: 😂 piss off Jimmy: just saying Jimmy: you love dickheads but do you love 'em 24/7 Janis: like we spend loads of time apart as is 😏 Janis: don't worry, there's more than one room if you're testing me Jimmy: 😂 piss off Janis: but I ain't getting in those tiny twin beds so Janis: be nice Jimmy: I am Jimmy: always nice me Janis: nah Janis: but I wouldn't like you if you were Jimmy: I reckon I could still get you to like me Janis: really? Janis: is this you admitting you are a bit of a 🤓 Jimmy: I'm admitting nowt til we're out of reach of the 👮🚔 Jimmy: life of crime starts so soon Janis: watch out Skerries Janis: 👊 Jimmy: Bonnie & Clyde 39 Janis: I'll straighten my hair so I can get my #whitepassing priviledge then 👍 Jimmy: weren't there a promise about never doing nowt like that Jimmy: except you reckoned you never would anyway Jimmy: don't 💔 me that ain't part of the crime spree Janis: well excuse me for not wanting to be shot, white boy 😂 Jimmy: if you ain't willing to die for me, Juliet we can call this off right here Janis: I thought I told you to stop being so suicide-pact-y Janis: don't want anyone to actually ring garda, like Jimmy: you say suicide pacty I say #ultiimategoals Jimmy: but FINE 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: don't Janis: actually giving out gracie vibes and terrifying me Jimmy: #whenyouvetakenthewrongtwinontherun Janis: ask her Janis: sure she's still up for it Jimmy: don't Jimmy: course she is Janis: you're such a cocky dickhead Jimmy: why you like me Janis: 😒 Janis: why she does too, obviously Jimmy: ain't my fault you two are #twinning with your tastes, girl Janis: fuck off Janis: you ain't had to misfortune of meeting any of her exes Jimmy: just the one Janis: he don't count Jimmy: my KO still does though Jimmy: & do any of 'em count as exes if she's fucking 'em still Jimmy: arguably not Janis: shut up Janis: don't be gross Jimmy: calm down Jimmy: I ain't suggesting you join in or owt Jimmy: me either Janis: why are we talking about her Jimmy: you brought her up Jimmy: & her exes Janis: well now I'm ending it Jimmy: alright Janis: take the dog for a shit whilst I'm at it Janis: 👍 Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: write my dad a note Jimmy: such a way with words you Janis: ha Janis: funny Janis: he'll say I've kidnapped you just to fuck w me Jimmy: nah he'll say I've legged it Jimmy: loves to tell the others I don't give a shit & he does Jimmy: he can't turn 'em against you with that big house & dog training 🏆🏆 Janis: can definitely buy love Jimmy: if not love then less hatred Janis: works for me Jimmy: works for Ian too Jimmy: fucked himself on respect though Jimmy: don't have enough of a wage packet for that Janis: 💔 Janis: don't know how many times I've told him we could be bezzie mates Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Jimmy: you're fucking the wrong family member for that one Jimmy: even if you were doing him it'd be a stretch Janis: why you tryna hurt me rn Jimmy: save him a job Jimmy: since he don't do the ones he has Janis: too good, you Jimmy: yeah Janis: tragedy Jimmy: 🎭 Jimmy: let's say it's a comedy Janis: if you like Janis: again, works for me Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: you ain't unlocked enough 💕 or 💸 to reveal my tragic backstory, soz Janis: backatcha Jimmy: works for me Janis: she's pissed everywhere Janis: 😑 Janis: gonna need to start charging more Jimmy: send Ian the bill Jimmy: he'll love that Jimmy: also feel free to leave it for him to sort Janis: we all know she's your 💕 Jimmy: yours Janis: sure Janis: whatever you say Janis: I'll keep your secret Jimmy: just 'cause you've given yours away by being so blatant Jimmy: leave it & me out tah Janis: you wish Janis: 🖕 Janis: such a mystery Jimmy: you wish, Jillian Janis: mhmm Janis: now who's blatant Jimmy: open book with a forgettable name you Janis: then forget it Jimmy: I do Jimmy: loads Jimmy: just happened then Janis: forget us going away if you're gonna be such a twat Jimmy: what are you on about Jimmy: I'm a twat everywhere & anywhere Janis: whatever Janis: go do some work Janis: ain't in the mood Jimmy: you're not serious Janis: we can still go Janis: just Jimmy: what Janis: I don't know Janis: genuinely Janis: forget it Jimmy: has that worked any time you've said it Jimmy: or made things weird Janis: so it's all my fault Janis: cool Jimmy: did I say that Jimmy: nah I said telling me to forget it ain't gonna make it happen Janis: you also said I make things weird all the time so Jimmy: you do Jimmy: so do I Janis: not what you said Jimmy: you were being weird before I said it so Jimmy: what's the problem Janis: I just don't want to think about my family Janis: let alone talk about them Janis: that's what this is about, alright Jimmy: it weren't like I wanna hear about 'em Jimmy: no begging here Janis: don't then Janis: hear enough without you adding your voice to the conversation Jimmy: a conversation you started Jimmy: but yeah whatever I'll shut up Jimmy: like you said, loads of work I could be doing Janis: if you like Janis: bye then Jimmy: if you like Jimmy: which you obviously do Janis: I'm telling you I don't Jimmy: you're also telling me to shut up Jimmy: so what the fuck do you want me to do Janis: why do I have to know Janis: work it out Jimmy: why do I have to work it out Jimmy: like this is a challenge all of a sudden Janis: it is Janis: ask anyone Janis: if you don't want to then don't Jimmy: shut up Jimmy: no it's not Jimmy: if you don't want to push me away then don't Janis: as if it's as easy as choosing Jimmy: it's trying which ain't easy but what the fuck is Jimmy: this? Jimmy: I don't think so Janis: I am trying Jimmy: good Jimmy: when you wanna try harder you know where I am Janis: fuck off Janis: you patronizing prick Jimmy: that's the easy route right there Jimmy: take it Jimmy: go on Janis: no it ain't Janis: 'cos I need to go Jimmy: then go Jimmy: like I said, easy Janis: I wanted to go with you Janis: dickhead Jimmy: I was gonna go with you dickhead Janis: well you ruined it Janis: yeah, you Jimmy: fuck you Janis: fuck you first Jimmy: whatever Jimmy: blame me Jimmy: on you go Janis: yeah whatever Janis: take what I can get Jimmy: lucky you Janis: 🍀 Janis: call me rich girl whilst you're at it Janis: hit all the fuck you marks Jimmy: so you can blame me for what you've got & I've not Jimmy: yeah alright Janis: it's not me that brings it up Janis: constantly Jimmy: you don't wanna bring anything up Jimmy: I got that Janis: oh I'm sorry but you established we ain't ready for the tragic backstory did you not Jimmy: & that means we'll just fuck forever & never talk about anything, yeah Jimmy: that & you can run off whenever the fuck you need Janis: you said you don't want to talk about them either so why the hell does this matter even Janis: and I keep saying, I'm not going without you Janis: I did it once to you Janis: once Jimmy: I could give a fuck about them Jimmy: you're the one being a dickhead Jimmy: what matters is you could go whenever you like Jimmy: I'm the one who has to jump through a million hoops to do anything Jimmy: that I need Janis: Okay I'm sorry that you have family and obligations Janis: I already felt bad, actually Janis: I'm not forcing you to go Jimmy: nah you're just stopping me Jimmy: when I want to Jimmy: & fuck knows why even Janis: I ain't said you can't Jimmy: but I can't Janis: not because of me Jimmy: it's all my fault, you've already said Janis: no Janis: not what I meant Janis: 'cos of the kids Jimmy: it ain't their fault I ain't going Jimmy: or if I can't Jimmy: they didn't ask for this Janis: I didn't say fault Janis: it's just why Jimmy: it ain't why Jimmy: that's 'cause of my mum & dad Janis: well, yeah Janis: alright Jimmy: 👍 Janis: this is stupid Jimmy: it's been stupid for ages Janis: then stop being so Janis: pedantic Jimmy: stop being a dickhead Janis: fine Jimmy: 👌 Janis: is it Janis: or nah Jimmy: gotta be Janis: it don't Jimmy: I don't wanna fight with you any more Jimmy: so yeah it does Janis: is that enough Janis: serious Jimmy: like I said, gotta be Janis: Jim Janis: come on, that's bullshit Janis: we're not doing that Jimmy: you can bring as much bollocks as you want to this convo & say that to me Jimmy: alright then Janis: I mean Janis: fucking hell Janis: let me fix it Jimmy: you can't put all the blame on me & then be the one to fix it Jimmy: that don't even make sense Janis: I didn't! Janis: you just keep saying I did but Janis: I ain't trying to Jimmy: I ruined it, you said Janis: I didn't mean it Janis: obviously I did but sorry for not wanting to own that immediately Jimmy: have it how you like Jimmy: I don't care Jimmy: I already told you, I don't wanna fight about this Janis: stop saying that Janis: that don't fix anything Janis: it's as bad as forget it Jimmy: I don't know how to fix this Janis: so fuck forever yeah Jimmy: don't say that Jimmy: I didn't Janis: not to start this up again but you definitely did say that Janis: I don't want to Janis: but I don't know how to fix it either Jimmy: I just want you Jimmy: you know that Jimmy: I love you Janis: I love you Janis: I'll fix it somehow Janis: whatever Janis: whatever it takes not whatever Jimmy: tell me where to meet you Jimmy: as soon as I'm done here Jimmy: we can just Janis: I'm sorry Janis: for fucking Janis: the hassle Jimmy: I'm sorry for my bit of it Jimmy: I didn't mean to make you kick off Jimmy: or owt Janis: you don't need to Janis: it was stupid Janis: you didn't do anything Jimmy: It didn't leave it out though Jimmy: I could've Janis: you were just trying Janis: but alright, accepted, like Jimmy: give Mia another smack Jimmy: you'll feel better again Jimmy: & we can start over Janis: 'til her dad murders me or reads me my rights or some shit Jimmy: I believe in you, girl Janis: thanks Janis: don't deserve you Jimmy: yeah you do Jimmy: & if her dad kicks off I'll come knock him out Janis: hot Jimmy: you are Janis: nah Janis: I'm a pain in the arse Janis: naggy bitch Jimmy: you can be all of 'em Jimmy: it don't cancel out Janis: 😂 Janis: tah darling Jimmy: it's alright Janis: I miss you Janis: I've cleaned up and walked her though so Janis: welcome Ian Jimmy: I appreciate it Jimmy: I'll show you Jimmy: just come back Janis: you want me to Janis: I've already fucked your shift enough, I know Jimmy: I don't care Jimmy: I'm nearly done anyway Janis: okay then Janis: coming Jimmy: if you don't run I could be finished by the time you get here Jimmy: maybe Janis: be hard Janis: athlete that I am but Janis: take it slow Jimmy: do it for me baby Jimmy: when I see you I'll have to kiss you whether I'm still working or not Janis: um why are you actually being so fucking Janis: right now Janis: are you doing it on purpose Jimmy: I miss you too Jimmy: that's it Janis: thanks for not letting me ruin it Jimmy: I promised Jimmy: tah for not letting me Janis: I promised too Janis: know I make it difficult but Janis: you know Jimmy: it ain't like I make it any less Jimmy: you know I'd rather fight with you than be around anyone else Jimmy: just don't leave Janis: I ain't trying to give you anything else in your life to worry about or stress or Janis: but I won't Janis: swear on my life Jimmy: I worry about you all the time Jimmy: that's just Jimmy: giving a shit Jimmy: I'm never gonna stop doing that Janis: I'm Janis: not used to liking that Janis: or wanting it Jimmy: I know Jimmy: I'm not used to doing it 'cause I want to though so I get it Jimmy: you're not an obligation to me & that's weird but Jimmy: how I like it Janis: 'cause Janis: the way family 'cares' Janis: it does fuck all Janis: makes everything worse, usually Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: you know how my dad 'cares' so Jimmy: but you're more than family to me Janis: yeah Janis: I feel it too Jimmy: can we still go Janis: yes Janis: 'course Janis: we both still need to Janis: even if you wanna ignore me the whole time, you have to come Jimmy: that isn't what I want Jimmy: I want Jimmy: you Janis: good Janis: that's all I want too Jimmy: I'm gonna make everything better again Jimmy: we'll just leave everything behind like we planned Janis: it'll be good Janis: we're so good Janis: honest Jimmy: I love you so fucking much, alright Jimmy: forever still Janis: forever and ever and ever okay Jimmy: I swear I'm never gonna leave you Jimmy: I don't care if it's hard sometimes Jimmy: it's the easiest thing I've got Jimmy: & everything I want Janis: I love you Janis: I'm not losing this Janis: you Jimmy: me either Jimmy: I need you Janis: its mutual Janis: you know Janis: so fucking much Janis: I don't even know what I did before Janis: or how Janis: for so long Jimmy: I know Jimmy: & I need you to know too that it ain't always gonna be like this Jimmy: we can leave for real soon Jimmy: we won't have to come back Janis: you mean it Janis: 'cos don't say it otherwise I can't Jimmy: I'm serious Jimmy: you might have to wait longer than you wanna but Jimmy: if you can then we can Janis: 'course I can Jimmy: not gonna be this young forever Jimmy: 👵👴💕 Janis: that's all I've wanted since 👶 basically so Janis: and yeah, know you're buzzing for that Janis: only reason you're sticking around, yeah Jimmy: when's your birthday Jimmy: we can go after that Janis: 13th October Jimmy: 👍 Janis: you reckon they'll give less of a shit, like legally Janis: 'cos we'll be 16 Jimmy: the 👮🚔 will be if Ian gives 'em a bell Jimmy: that works for me Jimmy: he'll only bother when he figures out that we're staying away Janis: yeah Janis: exactly Janis: can't make you come home Jimmy: it don't look good your ex & your kid both doing one but we'll be long gone by then Jimmy: so he can be as fuming as he wants Janis: and give a shit about making him look good Jimmy: the kids will still have me on the end of the phone Jimmy: that's all that matters Janis: yeah Janis: we can make it work Janis: we will Jimmy: we have to Janis: promise Jimmy: trial run starts in a bit then Janis: it's easy Janis: if you can hack it being a bit rough in the beginning Jimmy: I can handle you being a massive dickhead so I reckon I've got it Janis: 😏 okay Janis: letting that slide Jimmy: 💕 Janis: you're allowed like Janis: three lowblows, I reckon Janis: then it's business as usual Jimmy: how many have I done? Janis: I'll be fair and count from that one Jimmy: alright Janis: don't waste 'em, babe Jimmy: don't sound like me that Janis: just sayin' Janis: got a week to deal with me, you know Janis: s'a long time Jimmy: not long enough Jimmy: I don't wanna come back & we ain't even left Janis: I know Janis: if we had somewhere we could be alone proper Janis: it wouldn't be as shit, still a lot but you know Jimmy: really fucked you over by making Dublin into 'something' Jimmy: no squats about now Janis: defs is, just gotta be in the right wrong postcode Jimmy: you reckon? Jimmy: sort it out then, rich girl Janis: yeah, gonna need to kill that nickname or we'll both be 👻 Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: no promises Janis: not saying you have to remember my name Janis: not going that hard Jimmy: if you find us somewhere I will Janis: hold you to that Jimmy: you can Janis: I'm outside if you can have a quick 🚬 Jimmy: hang on Jimmy: gimme a sec to finish this bollocks & then it's over with Janis: 👍 ain't going anywhere without you Jimmy: good Jimmy: don't Jimmy: [after a realistic number of minutes to get shit done, a wild Jimothy appears] Janis: [leaning on the wall like a cool bitch just like sup] Jimmy: [kisses her like he said he would as soon as he saw her & it's such a good one like use that wall boy] Janis: ['well, shit'] Jimmy: [is just looking at her like 😍] Janis: [kisses him now she knows they're good, pulling him closer always] Jimmy: [just let them have a lil make out moment cos deserved] Janis: [then taking his hand like c'mon 'cos excited to gtfo] Jimmy: [handholding & walking but he's also 🚬 cos hasn't had chance since when] Janis: ['should we go shop and get load of ready meals for the kids?] Jimmy: [is looking at her even more hearteyes cos that's why he loves you bitch that's such a good idea & so nice bye, does remember to nod though eventually] Janis: [smiles like cool 'cos she ain't gonna see it as a big thing obvs, 'yeah, they ain't all unhealthy as fuck nowadays but even Bobs could do that if he needed so'] Jimmy: [kisses her again cos so nice & also her smiling kills him always so] Jimmy: what do we need? Janis: not much Janis: we'll have a bed and water and all the shit we need in the caravan so Janis: cash for food and some clothes, if you insist, like Jimmy: easy Jimmy: no need to piss about for ages Janis: [nods] Janis: seriously, enough of that as is Jimmy: yeah Janis: [keeps looking at him 'cos can't help it] Jimmy: [more kisses cos he can't help that either] Janis: [puts her forehead to his and is just saying thank you over and over quietly like] Jimmy: [says ILY over and over & also sorry because well] Janis: ['don't be' and more desperate kisses] Jimmy: [literally the hottest make out in the middle of the street or wherever like] Janis: [tryna compose herself so they can do this shopping and go to his but damn] Jimmy: [isn't helping by being hot af excuse him everyone] Janis: can you save this at least 'til we're on the train Janis: killing me, boy Jimmy: [looks at her all innocently but he knows exactly what he's been doing] Jimmy: 😇 me Janis: [gives him a look like hmm but not actually mad so starts smiling with it] Janis: hate you Jimmy: I hate you too, baby Jimmy: so much Janis: [makes ugh! noise out loud 'cos feeling that #frustrated by you rn boy] Jimmy: [is 😏] Janis: just you wait Jimmy: I'm already waiting Jimmy: come here Janis: [does 'cos ain't too proud lbr] Jimmy: [more of the same cos no chill] Janis: ['Jesus'] Janis: are you ever gonna let me live Jimmy: not if it means I have to stop Jimmy: this Jimmy: [even more] Janis: ['Baby, please-'] Jimmy: ['say it'] Janis: [more noises 'cos dying] Jimmy: [goes as hard as he can considering where they are] Janis: ['Okay, okay, fuck! Jimmy, please take me somewhere right now so you can do more. I need it. You.'] Jimmy: [god knows where but he does lead her off somewhere cos same obviously he's made that pretty clear] Janis: [enjoy lads] Jimmy: [& now focus please thanks so much places to be] Janis: [🤤 through life 'cos blissed out can probably leave this here now]

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CURSED: CHAPTER NINE

"Don't listen to a word I say"

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: Mack tells Kai what she is

Warnings: smut

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His lips were sloppy on hers, the connection never breaking as Mack shrugged his jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Kai's shirt was to come off next, joining their discarded clothes in a pile. Mack's knees hit the back of the bed, sending her body tumbling into the sheets and soon joined by Kai's.

His hands were everywhere and nowhere, exploring her body as if they hadn't just fucked in his car. They both froze at the sound of bang from downstairs.

"What was that?" Mack asked, frightened.

"Nothing. Probably just the wind." Kai dismissed, leaning down to leave kisses all over her neck. Another bang.

"Kai." Mack scolded, pushing him off her and sitting up. Bang bang bang. She looked to Kai, who held a finger up to his lips and slowly climbed off the bed, throwing her his shirt which Mack was quick to put on. He crept to the door, but not before quietly pulling something out of his dresser drawer. The small stone confused Mack, even more so when it began to glow orange in his hand and his face contorted with pleasure. He opened his eyes again, discarding the stone.

Kai wandered down the hall, the stairs letting off creaks as he walked down them. The shadow in the kitchen was illuminated by the pale moon light, outlined in silver. It raised a hand, walking forward so it's face was in the light.

"Malachai. I was hoping to find you." A deep, almost familiar voice spoke. "You're father - our leader - still chooses to let you live, an abomination. Someone like you should have never been born, let alone allowed a life." Kai's hand was raised too now. "Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum" the figure began to chant.

Kai doubled over, clutching his head in pain and screaming loudly.

"If Joshua won't kill you, I will." His voice was menacing, Kai was on so much pain he couldn't muster the words for a simple 'ves matas'

Then the pain stopped. Kai slowly looked up from where he was hunched down on the floor. What he saw shocked him, Mack was wrestling with the witch, trying to get him away from Kai. But she was overpowered, and the witch soon had her slammed against the wall with a hand around her neck. She kicks and scratched but he didn't let up. Kai raised his hand, anger seeping into his expression.

"Motus." The witch flew back and one of the cupboards, causing a loud crash when some pans fell from the shelf above. Mack's head smacked against the wall as she fell, her vision soon fleeting and the last thing she remembered were the shouts of Kai and the stranger.

...

Confused. That's how Mack felt when she woke up. Confused at why she was in a bed. Confused as to whose bed and whose room. Confused about what happened. But worst of all, confused about what the fuck Kai did. Mack's attention was captured by the door handle slowly turning, revealing a sympathetic looking Kai holding a damp washcloth when it opened.

He slowly walked to the bed, sitting on the edge carefully. The pieces were suddenly together in her mind and Mack began to remember what happened.

The attack. The strange man chanting. Kai crumpled on the floor screaming. Being shoved against the wall. The man flying off Mack without being touched. Smacking her head on the stone. Mack sat up, sitting against the headboard and looking at Kai, who was yet to say a word. Before he could, Mack spoke up.

"How did he do that? How did you do that?" The look in her eyes was frantic, confused, and it only made Kai pity her more. He was dragging an innocent girl into his life. His crazy, fucked up life. He let out a sigh, raising the damp cloth to her fore head and started to clean the blood away. Mack clinched as it made contact with the wound lining her temple, but let him continue.

"I'm a witch. So was he." Kai blurted, not really expecting her to believe him. But she did.

"So it was magic?" Mack pressed, almost unfazed at the fact witches were real. Being told she was a werewolf yet to trigger some painful curse one hundred percent trumped finding out her best friend was a witch. Kai nodded, not looking the girl in the eye and instead focusing on her wound. "And Jo?"

"Yes. My whole family are." Kai confirmed. Mack slowly nodded, processing the information. Then a new question dawned on her as her mind wandered to what she has heard from the top on the stairs.

"That man, the witch, he called you an abomination, he said that your dad should have killed you. W-why?" Kai let out another sigh, lowering his hand and looking at his lap, unable to meet her eyes.

"I'm different. I don't have my own magic, I can only absorb it - siphon it - from others." He looked up at Mack, relief spilling over him when he realised her eyes weren't full of disgust or fear like everyone else's always are.

"So the rock?"

"Had magic in it. It's my emergency supply that I convinced Jo to give me."

"Why did you have to convince her?" Mack was genuinely curious. It didn't seem like a bad thing.

"M-my dad, he thinks that siphons are wrong, unnatural. He doesn't like my siphoning, let alone from my siblings. They get in trouble too if they give me magic." He confessed, looking back at his lap again. Mack frowned, cupping his face in her hands and bringing his head up so she could look in his eyes.

"Your not an abomination. Not to me." Mack whispered, rubbing her thumbs soothingly over his cheekbones. Kai closed his eyes, letting out a prolonged sigh before curling his fingers around her wrists before pulling her hand away from his face. He dropped them into her lap, standing from the bed and walking into his bathroom and discarding the cloth into the sink. He walked back into the room, looking at Mack with tears forming in his eyes now.

"Tell that to my dad." He said, turning around and pulling his shirt over his head. Mack gasped, shocked at how she hadn't noticed the criss-cross of scars littering his back, some paler than others, some smaller and some bigger. Some looked newer, some looked older. She stood tentatively, her hand hovering over his back before she brushed her fingers over the raised skin, tracing the lines. Kai's eyes clenched shut as he tried to hold back tears, before he turned back around to tower over Mack.

"Why aren't you scared of me?" The question sloped from his lips in a low voice, one that could only be described as menacing to anyone else. But not Mack. She shook her head, looking down to their feet before looking back up again.

"I have secrets too, you know." She laughed, resting her hands on his chest. Kai's hands slipped to her waist, pulling Mack closer to him and resting his forehead against hers.

"Really? The innocent nerd has a deep, dark secret that's as bad as being a witch? Do tell." Kai smile was back, but it was small and genuine, not his usual cocky smirk. Mack's lips dropped slightly, closing her yes she took a deep breath before opening them again and looking straight into Kai's.

"I-I'm a werewolf." She stuttered, moving to walk away when Kai didn't immediately respond. He tugged her back to him, tightening his grip on her hips. When he started laughing she felt embarrassed, pink flushing her cheeks. Mack couldn't look at him, avoiding his eyes until Kai grabbed her chin, tilting her head to look at him.

"I'm sorry. I just- those are real?" Kai asked, bewildered. He knew there were probably other things than witches, but he never guessed it was werewolves lurking out there. Mack nodded, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"I haven't triggered it yet, so I don't have to turn. But I will. One day."

"When?"

"When I kill someone." She whispered.

"You make that sound like it's going to be inevitable." Kai's brown knitted together. Mack sighed.

"I get angry easily. It's like when someone annoys me, my body wants me to kill them."

"You never seemed the angry type." Kai confessed.

"There's a reason I have no friends. A reason I don't talk. The less people I interact with, the smaller chance I have at getting angry enough to do something stupid."

Kai nudged Mack's nose with his, brushing his lips over hers as his lips flicked between them and her eyes.

"I guess we're both cursed, in a way." He breathed, before kissing her with a passion she had never felt before. His hands slipped down, cupping her ass and lifting Mack. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping as he squeezed her ass. Kai took the opportunity to snake his tongue into her mouth, running it over her teeth and finally settling with languid strokes over hers.

Kai moaned into the kiss when Mack tugged at his hair. He backed them to the bed, dropping Mack into the covers and climbing over her. His kisses turned to her neck, trailing down her body until he reached the neckline of her shirt. Mack sat up to pull the fabric over her head, before Kai continued kissing down her body. Her breasts, naval, just below her belly button until he reached the place she needed him most.

He hooked his fingers into her panties, dragging the lace down Mack's legs and throwing them to the floor. Mack pulled him up for another kiss, her hands desperately pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs far enough for him to kick them off. He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in, both of them letting out a moan.

"So fucking tight." Kai moaned, starting to thrust into Mack at a fast pace. She clutched his biceps, digging her nails into his skin. He welcomed this sting, thrusting even faster. The hand not supporting him trailed down to Mack's clit, rubbing rough figure of eights and trying to push her over the edge.

Kai felt her walls tightening around him and dipped his head down to suck at her neck, leaving a purple spot near her collar bone and one in the spot behind her ear that makes her gasp and squeal. Mack came screaming his name, and Kai quickened his pace still, chasing his own release.

"Kenz, fucking hell." Kai groaned, burying himself inside her to the hilt and collapsing on top of her. Mack's fingers ran through his hair, their breathing heavy and a thin layer of sweat coating them. After coming down from their highs, Kai rolled off of Mack onto the bed next to her, a grin on his face. He looked to the side, to see Mack starring at him with dropping eye lids and a lazy smile. Kai pulled her into his chest, Mack's head leaning on her shoulder and her leg needing over his waist. He played with her hair while she slowly drifted off, the heat from Kai's body giving her comfort.

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