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sugurizz · 3 years

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The house is yours

Pairing : Zeke yeager x reader

Rating : explicit

Word count : 2,5k words

Summary : as a broke student, finding an apartment is not easy. But the cute owner decides to help you with it, in a way that you both get to benefit.

Warnings : soft dom! Zeke x sub!fem! reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight spit play, vaginal sex, slight breeding kink, daddy kink

(Credits to the owner. I don't own the fanart)

After months of looking through ads, websites and even newspapers. finding a decent, comfortable and cosy appartment near the university was a dream coming true. After calling the owner and fixing a date to meet toghether and check the place, your roommate wasn't able to make it to the appointment so you had to go there on my own.

Being already anxious for the meeting, you put a pair of black jeans, a grey t-shirt, a hoodie and your white sneakers before taking your backbag and going there.

After ten minutes or so, you were at the spot you agreed to meet at. You couldn't see anyone particular so you got your phone out of your pocket, ready to call the owner again in order to spot him.

It was then when you saw a tall, broad and handsome man- probably in his late twenties- picking his ringing phone from the pocket of his elegant beige trench coat.

A black turtleneck hugging his visibly muscular chest and arms left your mouth nearly open. That's definitely him - you thought to yourself - feeling your face already heating up, you swallowed hardly, prayed that you weren't really blushing, took your courage and crossed the road walking towards the little coffee shop he was standing next to.

Standing directly in front of him didn't help at all. You were so overwehlmed by him. and to be frank, you didn't really know where to look. His whole presence was doing things to you, is it His charming glance? his icy grey eyes, ornamented with a set of thick blonde lashes shinig softly in the feeble sunlight? Or is it those silky soft blonde locks, joined in a nice haircut making his enchanting appearence even more perfect and complete?

"Hello, I assume you're the new renter. Very nice to meet you. I'm zeke yeager ."

"Likewise, pleased to meet you mr yeager. I'm y/n ".

You tried your best to keep calm and professional by greeting him. But the trembling handshake you gave him was showing the complete opposite.

"Shall we go see the appartment ? This way please."

Were you too infatuated by such grace? Or is he really such a sweet, soft and courteous gentleman? You couldn't really tell.

You took a quick glance at his gorgeous profile side. And you completely wished you could take a screenshot with your eyes. His prominent cheekbones added to his manly features. And his fine silver glasses gave him that elegant intellectual aura.

The silence was broken by a deep, gentle :" so.. you're both students.. right?"

" yes. good thing the house is around 10 minutes from the university. That should save us plenty of time ."

" glad to hear that, I actually studied there for more than 6 years, that was before I finally graduated and decided to move to (city name) ."

" I see. May I ask.. why did you move? " you demanded.

" haha don't worry. It hasn't to do with the apartment. It's just that.. You can say I'm an adventurous man." He answered with a bright smile.

" right. I guess it's always tempting to move and see something new..."

You never thought a conversation with a total stranger could be this smooth, warm and relaxing. It unexpectedly didn't feel like a forced out, awkward smalltalk at all. But more like a nice and slow getting to know each other.

"We're finally here." He opened the building's door, Letting you inside and pressed the elevator button.

" I see you like the place already.." He affirmed, a soft smile graced his features, leaving you bewitched.

"Y-yes .. it's pretty welcoming." You added.

Getting out of the elevator, the cute owner took the apartement keys out, opening the door and letting you in.

After checking all the house's functionalities and facilities and discussing the period of your rent. You were ready to pay the first month of the stay until you got surprised by the deposit price. You were so shocked that you had to pay around two thousand five hundrend dollars along with the actual rent.

" I'm not sure we can actually afford that.. " I said, feeling somehow disappointed and lost.

" I know, a lot of people complain about the deposit price. I wish I could make an exeption but the price is fixed by the building's owner. He has the majority of control over that."

" and.. I guess it can't be payed in installments. can it ?"

" i'm afraid not." He retorted, quite concerned by your defeated aura.

" that's really infortunate. I was looking forward to settle here. But anyway, it was good getting to know you mr Yeager."

Hiding your frustration, you were ready to leave when his calm, reassuring voice stopped you . " maybe , we can help each other out after all..."

You turned back, looking for a further explanation when he carried on :" I can get to pay the deposit for you. And you'll have to give me a service in return.."

"okay.. and the service is ...? " you asked, being both curious and excited.

The blonde walked to the door and locked it, his silver eyes never leaving yours.

"Mr yeager..."

" Oh can we stop with the formalities now little one. If we finally agree to make a deal we should get more familiar to each other. Shouldn't we ?" He let out in a deep virile voice, causing your heart to throb numerous times.

Walking closer towards you, he stood and leaned over, whispering in your ear : " If I said I'm feeling sad and lonely today, Would you agree to entertain me ?"

He was so close you could barely register his request. Close enough to notice his irises fixed on yours, staring at your soul and then travelling a little downwards, presumably staring at your lips. You were ready to explode when his big hand landed on your chin, long slender fingers carressing it and driving you so crazy you started babbling some nearly inaudible nonsense.

" i mean.. I.I could ... I don't know.. I-"

" shh, no need to get confused, I'm here with you". a calloused thumb landed on your lips, caressing them with a gentle yet insisting motion.

Your mind shut down, leaving you comptelely blank. God, you got lost in his eyes again. You kept staring like an idiot, letting his thumb make its way through your lips and next thing you knew you were feeling his finger on your sensitive tongue. You never did this before. But why did it feel so natural with him ? Why didn't you resist at all ? How did you agree to this ? Questions kept bringing on other questions inside your crushed mind. The betraying heat kept rising to your cheeks by the minute, and you couldn't control your intense breathing anymore.

You felt like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. Your consciousness stopped reacting when his face started closing up to yours.

" I believe we got ourselves a deal then? "

" i.. I mean-"

The blonde's delicious lips crushed on yours in a swift motion, his huge hands left to pull you closer pushing you against his large warm chest and making you feel so small and helpless.

It didn't take long for you to feel his soft warm tongue playing with yours. His refreshing minty breath was mixed with a faint hint of cigarette. You couldn't help but enlace your arms around his neck, trying to regain some balance. The sloppy wet kiss you shared ended with your mouths parting in a wet noise, a glistening string of saliva connecting his dark red tongue to yours, Leaving you breathless.

"You're rather shy and blushy princess... I like it." Zeke leaned close to your sensitive neck, started peppering kisses from your cheeks down your neck and all around your clavicle . His warm breath on your exposed chest made you shiver, feeling your wetness already pooling between your legs. You started rubbing your thighs toghether in a search for some relief. The sudden thought of the rent crossed your mind again.

" Zeke .."

" yes sweetheart, say my name "

" what about the rent ... what should I do now ?"

"little pumpkin is still afraid." You trembled when he leaned over to lick your earlobe before carrying " consider this house yours, princess " .

You couldn't hide your relief after hearing his words. You looked back at him, the perfect pale skin of his cheeks turned into a lovely shade of pink. His cute ears were so red you thought they were about to blow off. His glasses were threatening to fall off the cute tip of his sharp nose. And you felt so proud seeing the mess you left at his golden strands. Some of them falling sexily on his eyes.

" I need this off" he tugged at your shirt , raising your arms gently and sliding it up your shivering body. It was so embarrassing you instantly hid your face. Letting out some insatisfied whines.

"gorgeous" he lets out, eyes contemplating your breasts, still hidden behind your bra. Still closing your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted in a bridal style. Zeke's strong arms placed you on the comfy couch of the living room. He stood up and took of his coat, throwing it away. His black pullover was next, revealing his toned chest, shredded abs and prominent V line . You wished you could keep this addictive view in yout mind forever. His godly body hovered around you like a shield. You leaned back , staring at the enchanting male before you, unbuckling his belt.

You were probabely too distracted by his beauty to notice the huge tent that was forming in his pants. His hand reached beneath his boxers, freeing his massive cock from it's confinements.

" like what you see ?" He winked at you, leaving you speaking gibberish again.

" zeke...it- it's not gonna .."

He cut you out, taking off your jeans in a quick move, leaving you in your black laced panties. " already soaked aren't we? What kind of a slut gets her pussy that wet just from a damn kiss?"

He rubbed his fingers against your clothed cunt before swiping your panties to the side. your clit was swollen and flushed, desperate for attention. The handsome male leaned until he faced your pussy. He spread your legs even wider, adding to your growing embarassment.

" goshh, look at how much slick is between your pussy lips,..filthy.." he slid his fingers between them.

Never leaving your innocent eyes, he puckered his lips, opened his mouth and spat on your naked pussy. You nearly passed out when he started french kissing it. Looking at it with such hunger and lust, he slid his longue tongue in your fluttering hole, driving his index and middle fingers in the process. His thick and now wet beard felt so good stinging your plush thighs.

" zeke ahhh, wait... omg zeke it feels.. Ahhhh " your moans started getting louder and louder.

"Whine for me baby.."

His experienced fingers massaged your spongey insides, hitting spots you never knew your pussy had. You were drooling like a dumb baby, eyes rolling to the back of your head and breath hitching in your breast.

"Zeeeeke.. uh- i'm ahh i'm gonna cum, it feels so good... so good i'm cumming .."

"Yes baby, cream on my fucking tongue."

It wasn't long until you released all over his hand, his tongue was painted with cum. He shamelessly swallowed it, licking his fingers passionately as if he was tasting an elixir. He leaned to kiss you again, cum and drool still running down his messy beard. Its cute hairs tickling your cheeks and chin made you chuckle.

He took your dripping panties away, threw them somewhere across the room and slid his hands below your back, unclasping your bra.

" I need to take it off, but I really do like the cute ribbons though..." he complimented your cute bra.

" t-thank youu.." the shyness creeped inside you again. But it was replaced with surprise when he buried his head deep between your breasts like a starving baby. growling and grunting, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. He kept lapping at them, looking at you with burning lust, taking a nipple between his teeth and flicking the other under his fingerpads.

"Are you ready, sweet pie? Wanna take my cock for me ?"

"Y-yes"

"Yes who ?"

"Yes daddy ."

"It's daddy from now on, little one"

Feeling yourself , yu bent over for him, giving him a perfect view of your bare cunt.

" hurry daddy, I can't wait anymore..."

"As you wish, princess"

Within seconds, you felt his hands settling on your hips, his firm cock sliding slowly past your hungry hole.

" it hurtss, daddy .. it hurts..."

" shh, it's ok princess, you're too tense.. relax for daddy.."

The pain suddenly turned into a pure bliss as he bottomed down, making you moan his name like a lullaby.

"I'm going to move baby.." he said, cupping your cheek in his soft palms.

His cock was ramming inside you so deliciously you felt your drool dribbling again, his strong silhouette leaning on you, hugging you with one arm and caressing your stomach with the other. Seeing his bulge through your tummy, you felt so full and loved by him.

" look baby, look how deep i'm inside you"

" please cum inside me daddy, I want it pumping in my stomach ."

your words sent him to the edge; hitched breath, loud growls and harsh slaps landing on your ass. It felt so good your tears started gushing along your face.

" hnnghhh wanna take ... fuck ahhh .. take daddy's seed inside you ? Tell me slut " he squeezed your face between his large fingers, earning a whine from you.

" mmhmmm ... ahhhh"

" use your words when you talk to me"

" I want your cum deep inside me, daddy"

His thrusts became hysteric, making you shake. both of you moaning loudly, not caring about anybody hearing.

"Ahhhnghhh shiiiit , fuck yeaaah" the golden daddy came in thick white strings inside you. Shoving it all up your womb. You give up, letting your orgasm wash over you in a shameless moan. All your juices mixed with his sticky huge load, starting to spill from your greedy cunt.

Unable to move anymore, you collapsed on the couch. Trembling and breathing heavily. Zeke doing the same, he went to catch his neglected coat and wrapped it around your naked body, along with his strong arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.

" I guess having an expensive rent has its perks after all". He teased, laying a soft gentle kiss on your forehead.

" yup, you get to have a daddy for free". You whispered.

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couchpotatoaniki · 3 years

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Gentleman (A Valentine’s Special)

A mysterious stranger ends up at your door, looking for a place to stay. But is he who he says he is? More importantly, what is he doing to you?

Pairing: Special Agent!Jungkook x Famer! Fem!Reader Genre: Greek God AU, 1950s AU, fluff, minor angst, suggestive, suspense Warnings: Creepy behaviour, slight yandere behaviour, coercion (?), implied smoking Word count: 5k+

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14th February 1955 Britain Ten Years After World War II

“Hey! Come back here!”

Your yelling could be heard throughout the massive coop as you chased one of your rebellious chickens. The hen clucked back at you, running away--talons ready to fight--as her wings beat the air with such vigour, some feathers came off her body.

Clutching your knees and holding the side of your waist tightly, you paused where you stood to catch your breath. Intense pain began to subside slowly, but you thought it would be better if you do not push yourself, seeing as though toady’s activities were more taxing than usual.

Making eye contact with the devilish chicken, you glared hard at her. “You may... have won the battle, Leslie... but you will not... win the war.” Stretching your back, you began to walk out of the coop--but you turned around to give one last warning. “I’ll get you one day.”

She clucked in response, as if the bird was taunting you. You decided not to go further and left, making sure to lock the coop well so she didn’t escape.

Looked up at the setting sun to see that it was almost six-ish, meaning that your own dinner was about to start... right after you feed the rest off the animals.

Thankfully, you saved the best for last. You own pet--a Scotch Collie with kind eyes and fuzzy fur. She was actually your parents’ parting gift before they had to leave for the war. Called her Pepper because she always made Papa sneeze badly, from his terrible allergy.

She barked, running in a circle in anticipation for her meal. You never really understood why dogs were o excited to eat the same food for the rest of their lives--especially now that you had begun to appreciate different foods after rationing for years.

That’s why you were thoughtful enough to try and at least mix things up, feeding Pepper diverse foods with flavour since your farm definitely had the facilities to do so.

Leaving your dog outside in her doghouse so she could play for a bot after her food, you went inside to start making your own dinner with almost every ingredient grown at the farm.

Chicken tetrazzini, Mama’s recipe.

Best part about it, was that it had made enough for a midnight snack too, as well as covering for tomorrow’s lunch and dinner. After all, it was made for four people.

Everything was set--the food on the table, plate and cutlery set out, even went one step further and put some fresh flowers in the clear glass vase. Huff escaped past your lips as you sat down, finally feeling the stresses of the day melting away.

Apparently someone else had a different plan, since when you were just about to take a bite of the meal you had spend almost two hours cooking, a knock on the door had interrupted.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake! What can a woman do to get some peace?!”

Another knock beckoned her, hast in its rhythm, begging for attention.

“Alright, alright,” you signed, chair screeching against the hard wood of the floor and you pushed away and stood up.

Was a short walk from the table to the door, but it felt long now that your body had gotten a taste of relaxation before it had to move again. Obviously, you would be grumpy. Who comes this late in the evening anyway?

Opening the oak door, it revealed a dashing young man, around your age, in an expensive-looking black suit with a matching hat and beige trench coat, small leather suitcase in his hand.

Almost blended in with inky night sky, a full moon already high in the sky.

His expression was blank as he held up a badge--an officer’s badge. Golden surface sparkled under the soft lightbulb, displaying letters that spelt ‘National Crime Agency’.

‘Straightforward,’ was the first impression you got.

The ring on his left hand, which he used to hold the badge up, did not go unnoticed either. Gold with diamonds sewn into the thick metallic band.

‘Filthy rich,’ was the second impression.

His hair was ebony, silky and smooth--as was his skin, by the look of it. To say he was handsome was an understatement, not like you paid much attention to such trivial matters.

“I am Special Agent Jeon Jungkook,” he introduced, voice deep and soothing. Took you off-guard, for a reason you did not know, but your tiredness took over.

“Usually, you'd greet a person with ‘hello’.” Jungkook grunted under his breath--now just as annoyed as you were, from your brazenness, but was about to comply until you sucked in the air through your teeth, making your chest rise and fall. “What can I help you with today, Agent?”

Glancing inside your abode without seeing too rude, he glided his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I need to stay here for the night.”

The sudden request frim the stranger took you by surprise. “Pardon?”

He clicked the muscle in his mouth and sighed, “you heard me, Ma’am.”

“Why can’t you just stay somewhere else?”

“Because, when you’re out here in the countryside, you don’t find many places to stay nearby. The only only inn around here told me to stay here since they were full.”

You suppose it made sense--the nearest inn was usually swamped with tourists passing by, not to mention the owner was your brother’s brother-in-law. Seeing someone as important as a special agent, well it would be common sense for him to send the important an to you.

A notice would’ve been nice, however.

“Okay then.”

Sliding to the side, you let your home become subjected to a stranger who had an air about him you couldn’t shake off. Each step of his as he glided behind you gave you a heavy feeling.

Like every single time his polished obsidian shoes collided with the wooden floor, her heart pounded along side it.

Something was wrong about him; it was a feeling you couldn’t shake off. Even your soul was sending off warnings that this man was not who he claimed to be--not entirely.

He was perfect... too perfect.

Though his personality was horrible and manners, close to non-existent, he held himself with confidence and elegance. Even spoke in a way that had her knees quaking ever so slightly--

You scolded yourself mentally. No. This was not okay. Jungkook is a married man so having such scandalous thoughts were wrong.

But you had never felt anything close to this for a man you had just met. Naturally, you suspected him.

Luckily, your brother worked in the same place--the National Crime Agency. Could check if he is who he says he is.

“Would you like something to eat? You look famished.”

He paused in the middle of the living room, dropping his suitcase in the corner after taking his hat off. Nodded slightly, his onyx hair bouncing ever so gently. “Where’s the master of the house?” he inquired as you made your way to the dining table in the kitchen.

Jungkook sat patiently at the foot rather than the head, kind enough to assume that it was a taken spot that was not for him. Despite the fact that you had faced inequality all your life, you were still irked by this question. “I’m the master of the house.”

You opened one of your cabinets and took out another ceramic plate that matched your own. As you put in some food for him, he continued his questioning. “So you own this whole farm?” Curtly, you nodded. “But what about your parents?”

“Mama and Papa died in the war,” you causally dropped as you set his place like a good host. Despite your delivery, the event was in no means trivial.

You could still remember the day Hoseok came knocking on your door with a grey, ashen face. The day your older brother had to tell his little sister that their parents were never going to come back home like they promised.

The only reason he could even deliver the news himself was because he worked at the NCA HQ in London for his ‘excellent skills’ and ‘brilliant mind’. That was the reason he was not drafted. That was the reason you were left in charge of the farm.

Not that you hated it, no; you loved these animals you grew up with, the sense of home and of childhood. Familiarity.

Mama and Papa were part of that warmth that made it bearable to run the place and when they had turned cold, you cried up a storm. Damaged your health to the point Hoseok and his wife had to nurse you back to health for a month and help around.

“Sorry, ma’am,” Jungkook mumbled, snapping you out of the trance you were in. “If I may be so bold as to ask...how? I understand your father would have been conscripted, but your mother...?”

“Mama was a nurse out in the battlefield.” Thinking about it made you chuckled a little, a small scoff laced within it. “Stayed together throughout the war and died together. Always said they loved each other too much to live without the other. Looks like God made that wish come true...or the Germans. Whatever one you believe has more power.”

He too laughed at your little venomous comment, very much amused by the way his smile grew and eyes crinkled at the corners. “Germans are still somewhat powerful, and so is God... or Gods and Goddesses, depending on beliefs.” Elbows on the table with one hand enveloping the other, Jungkook rested his chin on his knuckles and cocked a brow. “So which one applies to you?”

You let out a long exhale, you returned to you seat to take that much needed bite while you thought on it. “I... The Germans aren’t all bad. A lot of them were brainwashed or threatened.” You toyed with the food on your plate, finding that you were not feeling all that hungry anymore.

“As for ‘God’... Well, I gave up that belief a long time ago,” you whispered, painfully taking in another morsel. anything to full you mouth with anything other than bitter words that burned your throat.

“And ‘Gods and Goddesses’?”

“I’d be open to the idea, though I’m not very fond of it either from my studies of them,” you mused. “Religion just isn’t my thing. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

Humming, Jungkook took a sip of his water. Failed to notice that he was already halfway done with his dinner. “And your husband?”

“Never had one,” you answered nonchalantly, like it was normal for a 25 year-old woman to be single and living in a household all by herself, working too.

This would have been a shocker to the agent had he not known about your status. You were a woman with much potential, who could have anyone in the world if you wished. Even him.

Especially him.

Only him.

“So, why are you here?” You figured it was a good idea actually ask the man why he was staying in your house in the first place.

But Jungkook was not biting. “Classified.”

He bit his lower, plump lip softly, the simple action having your mind run around. Exploring the idea of a touch from the pair against your skin, having your own lip to be between your teeth instead.

You shook the thought the moment you realised it had entered in your mind. He’s married, he’s married, he’s married.

Breaking the intense eye contact you had, you quickly excused yourself, needing to check who this person was. Never had you felt an attraction to someone you never met and that itself had set off alarms in your head.

You trudged up the creaky stairs to your bedroom, where the rotary dial telephone was out of Jungkook’s earshot. Once you put in the number, you had the earphone pressed against your skin, fingers tightening around the red handle.

“Come on... pick up,” you muttered. Your payers heard by the click that was followed by the high-pitched voice of your sister-in-law.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Elise? It’s Y/N.” Your volume was still kept relatively low, despite no one being around you.

The voice at the other end sounded very pleased to hear from you. “Y/N! It’s been so long! How are you?”

“Good, good. What about you and the little baby bump?”

“Both of us are as fine as dandelions in spring!”

“That’s wonderful!” Your eyes sifted momentarily to the door. “Listen, I’d love to continue chatting, but I need to speak to Hoseok. Urgently.”

“Oh! Okay, let me catch him!”

“Thank you, you angel.”

As Elise went to retrieve her husband, you couldn’t help but think about your wonderful friendship with her. How perfect she was for Hoseok and vice versa. Unfortunately a forbidden thought--’forbidden’ by your standards--creeped in.

What if you yourself had found such perfect love?

What if it was with Jungkook?

The weird sound in your head was not familiar or normal. Beyond odd. The mere idea of being with a married stranger sent shivers down your spine. Ones you did not like.

Something was awry.

“Y/N?” your brother’s joyous voice spoke from the other end. “I miss you!”

“I miss you too, Hobi,” you giggle a little, forgetting your worries momentarily. Between your tiring day and his busy one, time for themselves was rare, nevermind calls.

This felt like a wonderful opportunity to talk to him, one you had to sadly decline due to a more pressing matter that you believed was sat at your dining table downstairs.

“So, Hoseok, I need to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you know anyone called ‘Jeon Jungkook’ where you work?”

Silence overtook the line for a few seconds. “Yeah... Cold but kind. Massive flirt, though. Wears a ring but isn’t officially married to anyone. In fact, no one’s ever heard him talk about a significant other... weird.”

For some odd reason, happiness began to swell in you chest upon hearing that. No matter how hard you tried to push it down, it was still there.

“N-Nothing. Just... he showed up at the house. Wanted to check in to see if he was telling the truth.”

“Did he not show you his badge?”

“He did, but I wanted to double check.”

A soft hum could be heard, then the tone of your brother’s voice became much more serious. “Quick question. Why is he at the house?”

“Wouldn’t you and I both like to know... but a part of it is that apparently John’s inn is full.”

“...Alrighty, then. Was there anything else?”

“N-No...” you trailed off, eyes shifting to the door. She could feel a presence on the other side, listening in. Must have been Jungkook, though you certainly would have heard him coming up the creaky staircase. “Call you later.”

“O-Okay, b--”

You immediately ended the call, focus narrowed on the strong wood as you crept towards it, careful not to make any noise. Fingers wrapped around the doorknob, blood rushing from the adrenaline coursing through your veins, heart pounding. Swinging it open, the hinges squeaked from the sudden movement.

Empty stretch of corridor.

When you returned back downstairs to the dining room--stairs creaks as they normally did--you found Jungkook sat in the same position you felt him in, plate empty.

“You should really fix those stairs,” he smiled, having your heart somersaulting in your chest. “Don’t sound very safe.” Running his tongue over his lips, which was of no help to your current condition, he stood to place his plate in the sink. “May you show me to my room?”

You moved to grab his suitcase, ready to bring it upstairs, until his hand reached out quicker, grabbing it. How did he move so quickly? More importantly, why was he so close?

And that scent of his, strong, like bourbon, but a citrusy hint to it. Faint scent of cigarettes on his breath that brushed against the nape of your neck.

It feels warm.

Tumbling away, you sucked in a sharp breath, too aware of the dangerous proximity. Jungkook simply chuckled at your reaction as he lifted the suitcase, muscles popping beneath the fine material of his blazer.

You could not help but notice it, nor could you help but imagine seeing it without the cloth in the way. Even toyed with the image of that very arm holding you up as the pair of you did unspeakable things. Things that--if others found out--would have your respectable position within society lie in tatters.

“What’s happening?” you whispered to yourself, trying to get a grip, yet Jungkook managed to catch it.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” you waved off, subtly narrowing your eyes onto him with suspicion. You kept silent after that, walking up the stairs with him following shortly behind you. Under the weight of both of you, the stairs did, in fact, groan loudly, showing that there really was no way he could have come upstairs without you hearing.

What if you were hearing things? What if you were going mad?

The two of you stopped at the end of the corridor, the window behind you letting the moonlight in. Jungkook did not mention it, but the soft glow illuminating your figure made you appear like an angel.

You were his angel.

You opened the door to your right, letting him see inside. Quaint, nice décor, homely. “This is your room. Sorry if it’s a little dusty, I haven’t had a guest in a long, long time. This door opposite is the powder room.” You pointed down the hallway, to the door at the end. “My bedroom’s over there. Don’t be afraid to knock if you need anything.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Corners of your lips quirking for no reason, you remarked, “name’s Y/N.”

“Okay then, Miss Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning...”

Nodding, you watched as he took his suitcase inside. Eyes locked onto each other, only breaking when the door finally separated the two of you.

You looked out the window, shoving both hands in your back pockets as you looked out the window. Harsh winds and dark clouds rolling in fast.

Rain looked likely... and heavy.

“I should probably get Pepper inside.”

What you did not know, was that Jungkook heard you, was looking out into the same scenery as you, then down to the dog house, fenced up with a fuzzy dog inside.

You turned around and walked downstairs, old boards still whining under every step you took with your brown boots. Opening the back door, you were met with a surprise; Pepper was already waiting in front of it.

You never forgot to lock the fence around the dog house, not when a person had tried to steal her shortly during the war.

Regardless, you moved back to let the dog in. “Sorry, girl.”

You pet her fur, a little cold from the vast wisps of air travelling at a faster rate than usual. Shut the door, then beckoned Pepper to follow upstairs, not like she needed to be told twice, since the eager animal sprinted tot he second floor, all the way to Jungkook’s room and started barking aggressively.

“Pepper, you can’t...” you trailed off mid-sentence when seeing your dog’s behaviour. Crouched--ready to pounce, ears bent and pointed down, two perfect rows of sharp teeth in a snarl. This was beyond the norm; she was usually very friendly.

The brass doorknob twisted slowly and retreated.

An unpleased Jungkook stood in front of her with dishevelled hair and in a plain black shirt paired with plaid pocketed pants, scowling.

You had to admit, he was exceptionally... good-looking in his night-wear. All you wanted to do in that moment was to run your finger through his dark locks, wanting to feel him beneath the tips of your fingers. Finally, you got to see his veiny arms in the short-sleeved top and faintly see this well-built torso under the tight fabric.

Snapped out of it when you saw how Pepper heeled in submission as she whimpered once she saw his annoyed face. Made Jungkook grin and stroke the fur atop her head, going down on one knee. “Good dog...”

Never had you seen such a drastic change in the behaviour of Pepper, and you actually began to worry.

As if hearing your thoughts, Jungkook looked back to you once he stood up. “I’m good at making things like me.”

With a final smile, he shut the door and you took that as the que to retire for the night yourself. Tail wagging, your Scotch Collie happily trailed behind you and settled at the foot of your bed.

You locked the door, double checking that it was secure since, at the end of the day, there was still a stranger staying under the same roof as you. No matter how attracted you were, you could not ignore that fact.

Nothing sat well with you, your mind running wild as you tied your hair into a braid and changed into your nightgown. Was a little showy, but it was fine since no one would come in, not to mention that it was comfortable too.

All of a sudden, a headache formed. Felt like your brain was being torn into two, but the pain spread to your heart as well.

Why is it so warm?

Stumbling, you sat down on your bed and gulped down the glass of water that was on your bedside table. A bit of water dribbled down the corner of your mouth from how hastily you drank it, but it did not help the extreme discomfort you were in.

Heart almost jumped out of your chest from the phone’s loud ‘ttttrrring’ out of nowhere. “Hello?” you said, trying not to make the panting audible.

“It’s me, Y/N,” Hoseok said. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“N-No. I was just about to hit the hay,” you whispered into the earphone, not wanting Jungkook to hear through the walls, no matter how thick they were. “What happened?”

Eyes darted around the room, suddenly more paranoid than called for.

“I thought it was a little weird that Jungkook went to the farm instead of finding another place to stay.”

“He said he couldn’t.”

“I know, but something felt... off.”

You could feel it again, that presence behind the door returned. Pepper got up, couching as she had done earlier and growling at the door. There was someone there. It was not just your imagination. “So? What did you do?”

“I called John and asked him if he met someone from the NCA. He said he didn’t.” You gulped, now feeling the presence behind you, in front of you, all around you. “Then I asked him if he had any rooms available.”

“And?”

“Apparently he did. A few, actually. Been vacant for weeks now. not peak travelling time because of the storm that’s hitting tonight, and front he look of outside, it’s here. So what I want you to do, is I want you to be very damn careful around him.”

“I thought he was your friend.” You still had difficulty trying to process it, especially from how you were feeling, but you tried your best to pay heed to your brother’s words.

“He's a colleague and besides, he lied. I can’t get there for two days since the storm’s really bad. Be wary of him and everything he does until then. He tries anything, you leave immediately and go to the inn.”

“Is he really that dangerous?”

“Yes.”

So you had to spend two days with a man you barely knew, a man whose intentions you did not know. “Okay,” you breathed, starting to get a little light-headed. “Than y--”

In an instant, you stopped talking. You could not hear any growls anymore. You shifted your line of sight to the door, only to find your furry companion gone.

You felt a pressure on your shoulder.

A hand.

No one was in front of her, so they must have been behind her.

“I’ll... I’ll have to call you later.”

“Be safe, okay?”

“Okay. Bye--”

Another hand pried the earphone away for your frozen body and ended the call within a second. Warm, cigarette-scented breath fanned over your exposed neck, triggering goosebumps to erupt all over.

One large hand rubbed up your arm, while the other squeezed the side of your waist. The touch felt familiar despite the fact you had never been touched like this before.

A name came rolling off your tongue so naturally, as you tried to supress an unholy sound. “J-Jungkook...”

“Call me Eros, my love. That’s my real name.”

Confusion and pleasure twisted your face, his lips hovering over the crook of your neck, over the one spot that gave you the most... feeling. He knew it just like that, like he knew your body better than you did.

“Wh-What?” Took all the strength you could muster not to slur your words.

Clearly, it failed.

Your body had detached itself from your hazy mind with nothing commanding it but Jungkook, your neck stretching to the side to grant him better access.

“It��s true.” His head lowered further in, the soft skin of his lips doing wonders. “I’m Eros.”

You tried so hard not to make a noise, your breathing heavy heavy to try an stabilise your palpitating heart. Thighs pressed together for some friction to ease the burning need in your lower body.

“My Psyche... my beautiful Psyche...”

You snapped up, trying to gain control over yourself once more. Turned to face him while he sat on your bed, licking his lips as his eyes racked over your figure, once again basking in the glowing moonlight that entered through your window.

“Did you wear that for me, my love?”

Your face turned as red as a tomato as you tried to cover yourself from his preying stare.

But why did you like the attention?

“No, I didn’t,” you cleared your throat, relaxing your muscles as you recalled Eros and Psyche’s story from your personal studies of mythology.

Seeing as how strange the entire evening was, how nothing was as it was meant to be, you certainly had believed it. Especially when the pain had began to subside only when Jungkook was touching you.

“Wait, I though you had a child; that you were married to Psyche.”

“First of all,” he got of the bed, “that never stopped a God or Goddess. Secondly, what the humans teach is wrong. I never had a child.”

He began taking slow steps towards you, like you were his prey.

“Thirdly, what the humans didn’t tell you, is that when Mother--Aphrodite--granted immortality to Psyche, she only gave it to her soul. The ability to be reborn.” Jungkook looked saddened by it, though the feeling momentarily flickered through his eyes, it was gone just as quick. “Now that I have finally found you, my love, I will grant your body immortality too. So you can stay with me. Forever.”

By now, there was no such thing as personal space, your bodies so close that there was no room left to breathe. Not like this man--or God, technically--had granted you ‘breath’ from the moment you laid eyes on him.

His hand slithered with no shame up the side of your hips, your waist, your chest, and around the back of your neck.

“I know you want to, my love.”

Your mind went blank, numb to everything but his words and his warmth.

“I know you can’t think when you’re with me like this.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, bringing down your defences with Hoseok’s words long discarded.

“I’ve always had this affect on you, you know? From centuries ago to even now.” Jungkook’s lips hovered over the lobe of your ear, soft air very gently stroking the skin as his tongue lightly caressed the skin to make you shiver.

Chuckled to himself as he saw how responsive your body was.

His face moved to the front, to see your heavy-lidded expression, eyes clouded with lust.

Hair dropping over his forehead, bundled-up stands casting a shadow over one eye with the over glimmering under the moonlight that peeked through the raining clouds which pattered against the window.

“Do you love me?”

What little bit was left of your conscious tried to say ‘no’. Tried to protest, that you were your own person and not his long-lost love. But something inside you kept silent.

Jaw tightening, flexing ever so slightly under the soft beam, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Movement against each other was so familiar, like you had done it before. But you had not, not with him or anyone else, for that matter. His tongue against you own was like a dance you knew from your heart.

Jungkook broke away--too quickly, in her opinion.

“Tell me. Do you love me?”

The only thing that came out of your mouth that second was, “yes.”

Your eyes were glazed over, like you were now an empty shell, yet not empty in any way whatsoever. Brainwashed, yet full of free will.

“I love you.”

Jungkook grinned at you, holding tightly onto your waist to make sure you were not dream. “I love you too.”

He stepped backwards, taking you with him. Just before he reached the bed, he sup you around so that you were the one walking backwards. The mattress hit against the back of your knees, making you fall; your arms tangled around him brought him down with you.

Faces an inch apart, Jungkook dug something out of his pyjama pocket.

A gold ring with small diamonds encrusted onto the thin band in a beautiful and intricate way. The matching pair to the one wrapped around his ring finger.

Jungkook slipped it on you, and it fit so well, like it was mean to be there.

“There. Now you’re almost complete. We just need to do one last thing, my love.”

With that, he kissed you much more roughly, hungrily, than before as he slipped of the straps of your nightgown.

Pepper, still quiet and hidden in the other room, watched the rain hammer hard and fast against the glass of the windows for the rest of the night.

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littlegrrl7 · 3 years

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A Dance for Three

Ikemen Vampire Big Bang 2021

Pairing: Comte/Leonardo/MC

Smut with plot 18+ NSFW

Masterlist for 7 chapters 17k words

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Chapter 3- An Unexpected View

It was nearing sunset when the carriage rattled into the mansion’s circular drive. Comte stepped from the house, opening the carriage door as it came to a rolling stop. Immediately, he noticed Leonardo’s absence and Niamh’s tight expression. Internally, he sighed.

He had seen the longing looks between the two of them over the last few months; a tension building. He had hoped putting them together on a day trip might ease some of that.

Who was he kidding? He wanted them both in his bed.

“Ma chérie, I missed you. Tell me, how was Paris today?” He offered his hand to help her out, and she took it with a gracious nod. His lips brushed first over her silk gloved knuckles, then moved to grace her cheek, then finally found her lips. Leonardo’s scent wafted through his senses. Niamh tasted of him. Comte lingered, pressing his mouth to hers, indulging in the sensation until the carriage driver cleared his throat. With a rueful grin, Comte paid him, then swept her inside.

“Where is Leonardo?” He handed her wrap to Sebastian, then walked with her up the grand staircase into the main hall.

He missed the large man, his warm comfort, the roughness of his cheek, the way he would moan as Comte’s cock filled him. Their friendship was still intact, but remorse and loss flavored it bitterly. Comte desired that erased.

“He decided to stay in Paris.” Niamh shrugged.

“Did you have a good day with him?” Comte closed the door to their room. Turning her gently, he began to unfasten the long lacings on her bodice. Niamh took in a deep breath as the restrictive garment loosened. Comte leaned in again, his mouth on her shoulder, tongue lapping the salt of her skin. He breathed in that heady mix of sweet clove cigarillos and musk that clung to her. Hells, that brought back memories of lazy afternoons exploring every bit of the large man’s body until Leo was a quivering, passionate mess. Comte’s balls tightened at the thought. He loved Niamh, she was the sassy sweetness in his every day, but oh, he did miss that masculine element.

“It was nice enough; it would have been better if you were there,” she sighed as he set the bodice aside and removed the corsetry. Comte’s hands cupped her breasts as he freed them, his lips caressing her neck, then nuzzled the soft skin below her ear. The sweetness of her scent was there, lilacs and fresh linens mixed with a tinge of salty arousal. He breathed in deeper. She smelled as if she had been aroused most of the day, it simmered, waiting.

“So, you did miss me?” He slid off her skirts, leaving them to pool on the floor. The sweet, enticing scent of Leonardo on her skin, in her hair, mixing with the smell of her. It was attractive, that combination of savory masculine and delicate feminine driving him to a distracted state, almost like the ghost of him was here. He untied her chemise, slipping it from her shoulders, taking one cherry pink nipple into his mouth.

“Yes, I…Comte!” She gasped, and he grinned against her flesh.

“I can’t help myself, your scent is that alluring.” He lifted her from the pool of her skirts and laid her out on their bed, naked - except for her elegant silk stockings. God, he loved seeing her wearing just stockings and jewelry, all gifted from him. Niamh was a most exquisite woman. It was no wonder she had captured his heart the first time they met. Her fingers went to his belt, but he stepped back to gaze down at her. “Do you know how beautiful you are, how you drive me to madness with how much I desire you?”

Niamh blushed. A year and she had yet to become immune to his bold proclamations. She watched as he slowly removed his clothing, making a show of it just for her. His jacket he laid folded on the chair, his tie was next, unknotted, then laid on his coat. He watched her breasts heave with every breath as he unbuttoned his shirt. His lithe muscles flexed as he pulled the shirt off. Her eyes traveled down his body, making his cock pulse against the confines of his trousers.

Niamh licked her lips as she watched him remove his pants, finishing the show. His hand moved down to stroke himself once…twice, his manhood jutting proudly upward. She crooked her finger, beckoning him closer.

“Did you miss me that much?” Niamh whispered as he lingered above her. His finger stroked up the silk covering her legs, then fingered the delicate lace at her thighs. Comte swept her long hair over the pillows, pressing her down into the softness of their bed.

“I miss you every moment you are not by my side.” He traced the love bite he had left by her nipple, a mark where only his gaze would see it. While he had healed her neck, that mark remained, a symbol she was his. Comte pressed a kiss over the mark, sending a wave of heat to her loins. Niamh closed her eyes, her back arching. He flicked his hot tongue over her nipple, then sucked, sending a tingle of desire through her.

Niamh took a deep breath, Comte’s scent of polished leather and black tea mingled with Leonardo's fading smell still clinging to her flesh. She remembered Leo’s lips on hers, that almost painful rush of heat.

Almost hesitantly, she closed her eyes, imagining Leonardo there with them, his lips pressed to hers, his hand on her other breast, feeling the hot wetness of Comte’s mouth and the roughness of Leonardo’s hand. The two of them making love to her, it wasn’t the first time she had such fantasies.

Comte’s body moved over hers with undeniable hunger. His lips claimed hers again, muffling her soft cry as he slid his firm cock into her, filling and stretching her as her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mouth open, gasping. She wondered what it would be like to have Leonardo in her mouth while Comte made love to her. To close her lips over his thrusting girth.

Comte groaned as Niamh gushed hotly over his cock, gripping him like a glove. A few more thrusts and she was coming around him. He let her cries echo the room, enjoying the sweet noise of her pleasure.

His fangs lightly traced her throat then slipped in, sending her spiraling into the erotic haze his bite induced. Niamh imagined them both drinking from her, to have two sets of lips, caressing her flesh, fangs simultaneously piercing it. To have the roughness of Leonardo’s hands stroking her at the same time as Comte's refined smoothness. She moaned as she felt Comte pump into her. Her orgasm from his bite pulled him into his own completion. Her fantasy continued as she drifted on the sensual post-coital haze.

“We need to talk.”

The late morning light streamed through the balcony doors onto Comte’s desk. His honey-blond hair caught the sunlight, making him appear almost angelic.

But no, Leonardo shook his head angrily, he was the devil.

He slammed the door so hard it bounced on its frame, leaving it open a crack. Anger boiled in his chest, an outrage not even roaming the streets of Paris all night had quelled.

Comte looked up, startled, “Is there a problem, my friend?”

“Why did you send Niamh into Paris with me yesterday?” Leonardo clenched his teeth as he came around the large desk. Comte stood, retreating until his back pressed to the marble front of the fireplace.

“I thought you would enjoy her company. You’ve spent a lot of time alone lately.” His gentleman’s façade had already replaced his startled expression. “You used to do things together all the time, I know you enjoyed being with her.”

Leonardo’s gut twisted in pain, “You know why I let her go.”

“While I don’t agree with it, I do.” Comte straightened, trying to get a read on Leonardo’s emotions.

“Niamh is your lover now, why would you dangle that temptation in front of me?”

“I apologize, Leo,” Comte’s voice softened, “I thought you wished to continue your friendship with her.”

“I-“ the large man swallowed hard, raking a hand through his ash-brown hair, “Never thought she would stay in this time, Comte. It’s been-“ He ground to a halt again, “Scusa, I should go.”

“Leo, I see how you look at her. How she looks at you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Comte kept his voice achingly soft.

“When she stayed, I lost you as well,” Leonardo hissed out, his jaw clenched.

“You always kept things casual between us; you were adamant about that point.” Comte cupped Leo’s jaw, his thumb stroking the tension from it. “Even when I wanted something more from you.”

“I was the one that turned it down,” his voice was heavy with regret. Leonardo framed Comte in his arms against the mantle, his golden body exquisitely lithe against the white marble fireplace. “I was mistaken, I miss us.”

“What would you like to do about that now?” Comte’s fingers slid up into the taller man’s hair, drawing him in. His tongue glided over his lower lip, wetting it. Leonardo groaned almost in pain and then crushed his lips down onto Comte’s, his hand lifted from the cool marble to stroke the warmth of his throat, loosening his tie. Deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Leonardo’s lips traveled along the smooth-shaven lines of his jaw to place a tender kiss behind his ear. Then lower to suck and tease the sensitive skin of his neck.

Comte moaned, his eyes closing. Feeling the roughness of Leonardo’s cheek against his throat, the firmness of his chest. His senses became enveloped in his spicy, aromatic scent. Another button was undone, and Leo’s hand was inside his shirt, stroking his chest. The heat of his body washing over him. Lower and he felt Leo’s fangs tracing his flesh, teasing the faintest promise of sexual satiation.

A gasp at the door had his amber eyes fly open wide.

Niamh was drawn down the hall by a harsh bang followed by angry words; she carried an armload of fresh linens with her. Peering through the crack in Comte’s door, she was startled to see the two men, not in a heated argument but entwined in a passionate kiss.

Jealousy battled with lust as she watched Leonardo claim her lover’s lips. Comte’s hands stroked up his broad shoulders then were in his hair in such a familiar way she knew this wasn’t anything new. At his moan, her body grew surprisingly wet and clenching. Niamh took a step back, she shouldn’t be watching this, then a step forward. Dammit, Comte was hers, how dare Leonardo put the moves on him?

Leo’s kiss from yesterday still burned her lips…

And she had slapped him and left.

Niamh’s eyes riveted to the lines of the large man’s back as he moved over Comte, undressing him. Had they been lovers? Were they still? What game was Comte playing with her that he had never mentioned this? A fury started to build even as she clenched low at another hedonistic moan.

Leonardo had Comte’s shirt open now, displaying the lithe lines of muscle. His fangs lengthened, dragging over her lover’s chest.

She gasped.

Amber eyes flew open, pinning into hers.

Niamh fled, clutching the linens to her chest, the sharp sting of tears in her eyes.

How could he? Did he know about the kiss yesterday? Would Leo have told him? Certainly, that wasn’t the response she would have expected. She stopped inside the walk-in linen closet throwing the sheets onto a shelf, then turned to slam the door.

“Niamh,” Comte stood in the doorway, “may I speak to you a moment?”

“I’m very busy right now, Comte.” She brushed past him. How do you even confront someone with that? She didn’t realize he was interested in men; she should have, though, considering he has a mansion full of them. A strangled sob slipped past her lips.

“Mon cœur, please stop.” He was in front of her again, somehow. His hands gently on her arms.

“Comte, I can’t, Sebastian is expecting me in the kitchens to serve lunch.” She turned her back on him, trying to control her rapidly accelerating breath.

I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.

“I understand, after lunch, would you please come to see me?” He cupped Niamh’s jaw, turning her toward him. His lips were still pinked and full; she could see the scrape of reddened skin where Leo’s rough cheek had brushed his neck. She took a breath, and then another, squaring off her shoulders. Slowly, Niamh reached forward, buttoning his shirt.

“Why did you send me out with Leonardo yesterday? Comte, what are you playing at? Can you give me a reason that we both have kissed him in the last day?” She knotted his tie, snugging it up deftly to his collar. “Did you plan this, my love?”

Her lips twisted with guilt and anger. Why place her in a situation like that? Was it a test of her faithfulness? Well, she’d certainly failed, but then what was that between him and Leo?

“Please, come talk to me after you finish serving lunch.” Comte tried to embrace her, but she twisted away. Her fingers nudged his tie uncomfortably tight against his throat.

“I need some time, Comte.” Niamh’s hands left him, “I’ll speak to you when I’m ready.”

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tf2-parqcxsm · 4 years

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Spy x Reader: Babysitting

a bit of spydad. let's just assume you have a baby nephew and a sister in this story. :)

The French man sat on his fancy chair, which was placed beside the casual-looking couch. Ever since you and Spy purchased this house, every corner looked like it was a mix of elegance and informality. It often ticked him off, but he eventually got used to it. He grabbed his cigarette and took it away from his mouth, puffing out a patch of smoke. The grayish gas made its way above and disappeared into thinness, it slightly left a funny smell in the room and made the atmosphere to be even more indulging.

For Spy, at least.

It was another boring day, you had to leave the house all to him and go somewhere. Spy would always insist that you tell him where you're going, but you would laugh it off and give him a quick peck on the cheek before storming off. He had suspicions, but he shook the feeling off. He didn't want to doubt you, the precious sweetheart of his life.

Even so, it felt boring without you. You were a chaotic but a genuinely fun person to be with. He couldn't ask for someone better than you. A sigh escaped from his lips as soon as his mind settled on the thoughts of you, he grabbed the newspaper from the table to distract himself away from these emotions. He started reading the headline, "MALL SANTA WAS KNOCKED OUT BY STRANGE MAN WITH HELMET!"

Spy groaned when he recognized who it was talking about. He rolled the newspaper and placed it back from its original placement. He stood up from his chair and headed towards the kitchen, he was supposed to grab a treat, when you suddenly barged into the room.

With a baby in your arms.

Spy nearly jumped in surprise at your sudden appearance, he turned around and tried to reach for you, "Mon chéri, what are you—"

You swiftly placed the baby in his arms, "No time to explain! I have to go! Take care of the baby, bye, I love you!" Explaining everything so quickly, you just simply placed a kiss on his lips and ran outside like there was a killer chasing you. Spy blinked his eyes multiple times, unable to understand what the hell just happened, before setting his attention to the baby who was sleeping soundly in his arms. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight, "Why…"

He was never good with children. You knew that. Why would you leave him in a situation like this? He couldn't even give Scou—

Anyway. The baby eventually woke up due to Spy's uncomfortable shifting. He had to place him down on the table — very thoughtful of him — because he wasn't so used to holding a child, watching him from a distance and a hand on his chin. "What should I do with you..?" He mumbled, whether it was to the baby or to himself, heaven only knows. The baby tilted his head, giving Spy the eyes of curiosity, which just made him cringe. A wide smile crept to his face, giggling. He raised his arms up high, as if he was trying to reach for something. He then started to crawl towards Spy.

It took awhile for the masked gentleman to realize what was happening. He was going to fall! Spy quickly ran to him and managed to catch him before he made contact with the floor. Putting his hands under the baby's arms, Spy narrowed his eyes. "Mon dieu, you're quite the disgraceful one." He uttered, somewhat causing the baby to raise his arms once again. Spy moved him away with a displeased expression on his face, he didn't want to be touched with those dirty little hands. Who knows what the baby has touched!

The baby frowned when he felt Spy's presence to be farther away from him, "Mama? Mama!" Tears started to form around his eyes as he yelled for his mama. Both concern and confusion filled Spy's head. He raised an eyebrow, "What? Non, non." He placed the baby down again on the table, he raised a finger to point out a fact. "I am NOT your mother." The baby didn't seem to like his response, as he started to let out tiny sobs. The annoyed expression on Spy's face quickly dissolved into a concerned one. How was he supposed to react?!

"Unless…?"

Unless YOU were the mother.

"(Y/n)'s your mother, isn't she?"

Spy felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Although, being an expressionless person, the emotion didn't seep out to most people. But he felt it, right through his chest and soul. "Well, it would make sense, right?" He studied the baby's features, he had most of your appearance. (H/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and (s/c) skin. He looked exactly like you! Just a male version. And a baby version.

He doesn't remember doing any sensual activity with you. In fact, he doesn't remember your stomach growing at all! All kinds of thoughts ran through Spy's head, somewhat leaving a bitter feeling. His series of thoughts were interrupted when the baby finally wailed loudly, his cries echoing through the room and irritating Spy's sense of hearing. "Ugh..what do you want now?"

Some Time Later

As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, you immediately opened the door and ran towards the house you and Spy shared. Slamming the door open, you yelled, "Spy?! Where's the baby?!"

You scanned the surroundings and your eyes landed on Spy, who was sitting on his chair with a rather lazy position. His back was completely slacked off on the chair as his head was tucked in his shoulders. He even held his cigarette lazily. You couldn't help but snicker at the sight. "He's over there." He pointed at the ground, which you brought your gaze to. The baby held a box, and was chewing the whole pack. A gasp escaped from your lips, you quickly ran over to pick him up and got the object away from him. "Spy, what did you give him?!" You exclaimed in worry, snapping your head towards your masked lover.

He simply huffed at your question, "Don't make such a ruckus. I only gave him juice." The unusual behavior from Spy made you even more worried. You held the baby firmly in your hands as you walked over to the French man. "Spy? Are you okay?" You questioned, softly this time. The baby attempted to reach for the box that you held in your hand, but you quickly shut him away with a 'no'.

"Okay? Do I look okay?" Spy spatted bitterly at you, which surprised you and caused your eyes to widen. "Actually, why even ask? You have your other lover waiting for you outside, right? Go ahead. Leave the house with that filthy baby." He hissed, the venom in his voice sending shivers down your spine. His glare speared through you, even with the mask, you could see the wrinkles he had when he furrowed his eyebrows. Your heart sank at his words. "Spy, this—"

"Don't even try to explain. Just leave."

"This is my sister's!"

Spy stopped dead in his tracks while he was walking up the stairs. "What?" He slowly turned his head to you, and once his gaze landed on you, his eyes widened. You were nearly crying, "This is my nephew! Why would I have a baby with another man?!" You yelled at him, despite knowing that the baby in your arms will probably cry due to your yelling, but he merely played around your shoulders and made some tiny noises. You couldn't believe Spy would think of you like that.

A sniffle seemed to come out, and tears blurred up your vision. You managed to wipe them away with your free arm. As soon as you dropped your arm, you were faced with your lover, a serious but an apologetic look on his face. You tried to drag your gaze away, but he already had his hands — which were not gloved — on your cheeks, gently caressing away the paths that your salty tears took. "I'm sorry. I thought—"

"Yeah, I know. It's my fault too." You leaned into his touch. You were so glad about the fact that he decided to take his gloves off, you could feel the warmth of his hand melt into your skin. Every time you feel his hands running through any part of your body, you would immediately tense up. But when it's on your cheeks, you just simply lean towards him, wanting to feel more of his touch. You wish he would take off his mask more often too. Spy sighed, opening his mouth to say something again.

"Hi, sis!! Where's my— Oh…"

There came your sister, laughing nervously when she saw you in close contact with Spy. "Oh, sorry! Am I interrupting something?" She questioned, and you quickly walked towards her as Spy stayed behind. "No, it's okay. Here's your baby." You carefully gave her the young child, and he started to laugh adorably as soon as he saw his real mother. You smiled at the sight in front of you, an image of you and Spy having a baby flashed through your mind, which almost made you tear up.

"Well, we better get going now! Thank you again for taking care of my son!" Your sister waved at Spy as a thank you, to which he rudely looked away from. You cleared your throat to drift your sister's attention away from him, and laughed nervously, "Pardon him. He's not really good with people." You explained. She smirked at you, and that caused you to push her out of the house.

As your sister drove away with her truck, you waved at her whilst leaning against the doorframe. The vehicle slowly descended to the horizon, and once it's gone, you allowed a sad sigh to escape from your lips and rubbed your temple. An arm made its way around your waist and pressed you against them. You looked up to your side just to see the smooth jawline of your French lover, he was also looking over to where the vehicle was driving off to. You chuckled lovingly at the sight.

"Don't you ever dare replace me with another man." Spy uttered, with a hint of desperation in his voice. You rolled your eyes at him, "Why would I?" He turned his head to you, the corners of his lips turning up at your question.

"Because I'm irreplaceable."

"Pff— Yeah, right."

He leaned to your face, his arms still wrapped around your waist, bringing you to a deep, passionate kiss. He didn't want to let go of you, he especially didn't want to lose you to another man.

He loves you.

#this is bad #tf2 #tf2 spy #spy x reader #tf2 x reader #spydad #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction

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alexwritesfluff · 6 years

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Wildest Dreams 10/18

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,

Summary: (USUK main +CanFran) Arthur is about to make his debut into English society, but his father fears he has become too rowdy to contain. Desperate to avoid a scandal before the debut of his only Omega son he arranges for him to travel to America. Arthur is to live at a newly wealthy house where removed from society he can’t possibly get into trouble.

Song Inspiration(Arthur POV): Wildest Dreams

Warnings: D/s dynamics which is basically traditional omegaverse A/N: <3

Arthur stood in front of an ornate glass waiting, the air exposing against his underthings. His gaze fell to the side where a mannequin with a half-formed outfit was placed. Outside of that everything was orderly. Against the wall there was a large wardrobe and a pile of folded fabrics. A desk was facing him atop it some books, neat stacks of papers and journals. Were they filled with more designs? His hands twitched wanting to flip through their pages to see.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mr. Honda entered, that strange gleam still in his eye. Arthur tried to ignore it as he was made to stand traditionally. It wasn’t difficult, his posture was immaculate. This he knew, it was as easy as breathing. Mr. Honda’s hands moved deftly, sliding on a large piece of fabric. It was silky smooth and cool. The garment cascaded down his form as he was spun. He worked quickly as if he were afraid Arthur would stop him at any point. Arthur had been fitted many times before, but never this efficiently.

He was now facing away from the glass. Mr. Honda pulled at his waist, but luckily not too tight. Something tied at the top of his back. It felt soft and luxurious. He didn’t speak until he was done.

“Amazing..I thought it would fit, but even I couldn’t predict this. It’s as if I made it for you.” He seemed genuinely impressed. Arthur turned to look at himself, gasping, his hand reaching up to cover his mouth.

A floor length gown. It was very much the style of the plains, domestic. Arthur didn’t wear many gowns outside formal events and even more so ones that were so …puffy. Despite being a day dress it poofed out from right under his mid-chest. It wasn’t so big as a debut gown, but it was enough. The colors soft greens on top and creamy beige down. There were buttons that went all along his spine up to his neck that allowed for the tight fit on top without the constraint of a corset. The collar was see-through and made of a different material that was sure to shine in the light. A small emerald ribbon tied around his neck.

It had some Victorian influences, but there was a prairie overlay that couldn’t be denied. A beautiful and functional dress. The creamy beige of the skirt reminded him of his favorite tea with milk, the design only noticeable at the very bottom where fancy stitching dotted the hem. He smiled at the detail. He couldn’t help spinning to see how it moved. He took a moment to admire the back. The bow that Mr. Honda had tied was a delicate forest green silk. The ties started at each of his shoulder tips tying across his shoulder blades to meet at the center, but it was the buttons that went down his back that drew his eye. He stretched out his arms to see the detailing on the bishop sleeves. They were airy, with only a tease of the outline of his arm. He wondered over the fabric.

“How is it so comfortable?”

“I’m glad to hear it. I went through many prototypes and more than a couple of fabrics, but this one came specially from Asia. I mixed a couple making sure it wouldn’t add too much weight.” Arthur listened completely fascinated by the process.

“Oh Arthur dear! Don’t keep us in suspense we are simply shaking out here! Mr. Jones hardly knows what to do with himself, please do relieve us! Do you need any help I could lend some assistance or-“ Arthur immediately cut him off his cheeks flaming.

“No!! I-er-no thank you. I’ll be out in a moment.”

Arthur’s hands felt clammy as he gripped the soft material, he could feel a small amount of sweat slipping down his back. He simply couldn’t back down now. His heartbeat moving quicker, he took a deep breath stepping out of the room.

Arthur’s eyes immediately found Alfred’s. He had been looking at a hat but dropped it as Arthur stepped out. Alfred’s eyes widened as they glanced over him.

Arthur suddenly felt shyer than before. He worked hard not to care what Alphas thought of him, but Alfred seemed to have slipped through. Now he looked on nervously for his opinion.

The garment was beautiful, a soft look. He found it to be a perfect mix between two worlds that didn’t usually meet, refined nobility with an average omega sensibility, but did he look unappealing in it? Well of course he didn’t typically wear this style and even more so because it was unique to the area. Alfred had said it himself right? It wasn’t his type, it seems at every turn he’d done everything to push him away from anything that belonged in his world. As if Arthur didn’t already know that. His thoughts were spiraling his mood, his eyes dropping to the side, he didn’t want his disappointment to seem so obvious.

Alfred suddenly moved forward. His scent suffused him as he closed the gap. Arthur looked up, his hands beginning to fidget.

“I know it’s not-“ he didn’t want Alfred to tease him so he countered first, but was interrupted anyway.

“You look beautiful.” Alfred’s statement surprised him, his voice carrying a quiet secret. A secret he found himself desperately wanting to uncover.

Alfred swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself. The omega before him was transformed. He wore a fashion that lent itself to these parts, to his home. The alpha in him clawed at him, his instinct wanting to be free. Free to—he pushed it down, his urges lashing out at him.

Arthur had always looked and carried himself every bit the spoiled socialite, but like this that mask slipped away. Arthur looked like an omega he would be allowed to court. An omega for him and his instincts had reacted instantaneously to that. The bars he’d put in place in his mind melting away. A whiff of Arthur’s heavenly scent and he felt something take over in him, the words slipping out before he meant to.

His hand lifted and Arthur’s fell in easily, without a thought, as if they were both in a trance. He spun him effortlessly showing off the full effect. The dress moved fluidly, it wasn’t so big that Arthur had to hold part of it to move. The elegant buttons drew the eye to the shape of his back, the way Arthur moved spoke of years of refinement in the art of perfect form and Alfred felt as if it was too distracting. The bow called to him drawing his gaze, so elegant yet so simple to unravel making it a true tease, just a small tug and that’d be it--

It was a heady daydream that he forcibly reigned in, battling with his instincts to do so. He dropped Arthur’s hand when he was left no other excuse to keep it. He felt his hands balling as he brought himself back. It couldn’t be further from the reality. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted Arthur to try it on. He had been worried with good reason, but now it was confirmed, and he didn’t like that knowledge of himself.

“I was wrong before. I mean--it’s lovely, it suits you well.” He attempted to pull back, but his hand had already managed to linger, grazing at the fabric of the skirt. He took a step back, hoping some physical distance might help.

Arthur was praised and suddenly the dress felt hot on his skin. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting much less how to react. Alfred’s unexpected actions had caused his breath to shorten, his heart to beat faster than he wanted. “Oh. Thank you.” He coughed to ease the tension he felt. Alfred had given him a compliment. He could feel how pink his cheeks must be and that only made it worse.

“Oui, but isn’t it much more than that?” Francis was suddenly there taking hold of his arm. “Arthur I must say you look like it was meant for you. Mr. Honda was right it fits you like a dream, it simply must be yours!” Francis pointedly looked at Alfred.

“Yea, of course. We’ll take it.” Alfred’s voice was strangely hoarse. “A gift, something to remember by…the place of course.” They exchanged a glance and something in Alfred’s eyes held a line of heat that made Arthur’s heart quicken again. What a traitorous emotion.

“I can purchase-” Arthur scrambled for his coin purse.

“Do you mean to insult me then?” Alfred’s words were so formal that Arthur stopped. He sounded so a gentleman like that.

“No I just-I can-” he scrambled to cover himself again, now starting to get flustered.

“Arthur allow me.” Alfred’s easy grin returned with only a small edge to it. “Just cause I live out here doesn’t mean I don’t know how to treat an omega proper.” Alfred’s gaze spoke more than his words could, there would be no defying him.

Arthur nodded, his hands clasping over each other, then moving to fiddle with the fabric unable to keep still. “Thank you Alfred. That’s generous of you.” Alfred gave a nod and walked with Mr. Honda to the counter to discuss the payment.

“Well well well!” Francis dramatically fanned himself. “Now we’re getting somewhere!” Arthur turned to face him. Alfred’s presence had washed him away to the background now he came to the forefront.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“Come now Arthur it’s as obvious as day and night. I can see now how fortunate you are that I have arrived.” Arthur scoffed.

“I’m sure whatever you are imagining, not that I care to know, is distorted.”

“Hmm, if you insist though if anything I feel this place has done you wonders.” Francis had an annoying smile in place.

“How did you come to such a conclusion?”

“You aren’t quite as…prickly here or perhaps that isn’t quite right. It might just be you’ve met your match.” Francis gaze returned to Alfred drawing Arthur’s own to him.

“Mr. Jones is certainly no match for me,” Arthur spoke hotly, crossing his arms.

“Calm even breaths mon cher you’re getting awfully red.” Francis threw in one last cheeky response before Mr. Honda reached them.

“Mr. Kirkland please allow me to make some final fittings on your new gown.” Arthur followed glad to be rid of Francis.

Mr. Honda worked just as before, quietly and efficiently. Arthur had to admit he’d never received a gown this quickly. It usually took some time and corrections. Perhaps this type of garment was more forgiving than others. As he wondered over it, he couldn’t help but end up wondering about the creator himself.

“Have you lived here long?” Arthur’s curiosity got the better of him. It was only polite to make some conversation however.

“I moved here seven years ago. Originally, I was just passing through, but something about the place called to me. Inspired me I suppose. The people have been kind and I have never needed much. I have been very fortunate.” Mr. Honda gave a gentle smile as he spoke. He did seem truly happy, Arthur felt a pang of envy.

“Does your mate approve of all this?” Mr. Honda chuckled.

“It’s all a bit of a long story I’m afraid I wouldn’t know where to begin with that.”

“You’ll have to tell me sometime then, perhaps over tea?” Mr. Honda stepped in front of him adjusting the waist, he paused to look at him.

“You are peculiar Mr. Kirkland.” Arthur wasn’t sure what he’d said to prompt that response. “I’d be happy to visit you. I do love the Jones Estate, Alfred takes wonderful care of it. It’s no wonder he’s so respected.” Oh. Right. He shouldn’t be extending invitations to a place where he was only a guest, he blushed at his own impudence. Somehow though he doubted Alfred would mind.

“The grounds are lovely.”

“Yes. It’s that type of scenery that’s inspired this set I’m working on, the feeling of walking through a never-ending field. Domesticity, with the touches of a past life. Forgive me I do get carried away when speaking of my craft.”

“No-I. I do understand.” Arthur could feel that connection to fashion as well. His interest had started from his mother but had grown a life of its own.

As he gazed at his reflection, he felt it truly was a lovely piece. Something that fit in this place with all its wildness and forestry. That Alfred had been the one to purchase it for him, that he’d thought it suited him after all, made him feel odd. As he was worked on he couldn’t help the feeling of lightness entering his body. It took him a moment to realize what he was feeling was happiness.

In the end Mr. Honda got the measurements he needed to make the final alterations. The dress would be sent to the estate as early as the end of the day, which was the fastest service Arthur had ever received. He complimented and thanked him for the lovely work, promising to return soon.

They had spent enough time in the store that he’d grown an appetite. Arthur wasn’t sure how they were to dine, but now that he had been eating so well, it wasn’t a need he could ignore as easily.

“I know of a place a couple blocks away that serves fine food.” Alfred spoke sensing Arthur’s need.

They walked a couple of streets. Arthur admired the craftsmanship that he could see. There were buildings in progress, the smell of fresh wood followed. The buildings looked newer than he was accustomed to and each store front was decorated with charm. A bookstore quickly piqued his interest.

“Oh what about that place down there! That sign is certainly eye-catching! Is it a show, an opera perhaps?” Francis could never keep his thoughts quiet, but Arthur still glanced towards the place he had been indicating. It was on the other side of the street where a building looked to be in the final stages of being built. Down that alley you could see a place nestled into the crook. There was indeed a large sign promising food, a place to lodge, and musical talent. Arthur didn’t have much of an opinion until Alfred stepped forward.

“That’s a saloon. Definitely a place to steer clear from.”

“Mr. Jones surely you know what must come to pass when you deny me.” Alfred chuckled, the sound filling him up from the inside out. Though he teased for once Arthur wasn’t particularly taken with the idea himself. Was such a place clean? Although he was intrigued by the possibility of drink and he couldn’t deny there was some curiosity. He might have read a book or two that dealt with these places. Naturally he’d never been allowed in a bar, this might be his one chance to see what the fuss was all about.

“Nonetheless, it can get dangerous and I hardly think your families would approve.”

“Aww, I’m sure both of you are more than enough to keep us safe. Come Arthur this is exactly why we came! To experience it all before debut!”

He’d been ready to move on, but those final words quieted him. He hadn’t thought about his debut in a while. His mind having been busy with other things. Even if time seemed to stand still in a place like this, that wasn’t really the case, sooner than he realized he was to return to London and then…

In that moment Francis made up his mind, crossing on his own. He stepped into the street careful over his shoes, at the same time a cart was running by. It happened instantly as Matthew flashed by Arthur rushing to half-push-half-scoop Francis across the street away from the near collision.

“Watch where you’re going!” A woman shouted as she continued on. Arthur had a hand over his heart. He noticed that Alfred was by his side, close, his arm laying curled around his waist for just a moment as if Arthur had been the one in danger. He dropped it quickly, but Arthur could still feel the print of it on his person causing an unwelcome sensation in his stomach.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his gaze focused intently. Arthur nodded his heart not slowing even as the danger had passed. “Good. It seems like at least one of y’all has learned not to be so needlessly reckless.” Alfred’s voice was gruff at his ear. Arthur flushed the memories returning once again. He looked towards the ground, but his mind quickly supplied distraction. Would he ever offer the same lesson to Francis? Bile filled his mouth and a feeling welled up at the thought. He didn’t want that. He almost couldn’t stand the thought. The ferocity of the emotion shocked him back into the present.

Alfred was offering his arm and Arthur unable to say anything took it as they crossed correctly.

“Is that enough excitement for you then?” Arthur instantly scolded as he reached them, his anger flashing into his scent. How could he be so foolish as to run into the street without a single look?

Francis looked pale. His hands were gripping tightly to Matthew’s vest. He turned to Arthur a sheepish smile forming as he did so. “I suppose I did get a little ahead of myself.” Francis looked up at Matthew his eyes sincere. “Forgive me.”

“Please next time allow me to accompany you.” Matthew had a peculiar red tint across his cheeks. Arthur figured it was from the exertion since he had no scent to clarify, betas could be difficult to read.

“I won’t forget.” Francis seemed relieved with the response, his cheeks flushing. After a moment he spoke with the same enthusiasm as before. “I could use some water, after all this trouble we might as well follow through.” Francis looked between them before he settled his gaze on Alfred.

“Mr. Jones please I implore you. I don’t think I can walk much further in these shoes. I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling the strain of the day, Arthur and I are not used to so much exertion. Please take pity and indulge us our adventure. I promise we’ll behave just as you ask.” Arthur felt appalled to be used again, much less in this manner. Would the man ever learn any shame? He didn’t know what Francis thought he was going to accomplish using him of all people to try and gain sympathy. Alfred would rather toss him out than show care--but no that wasn’t true was it? Alfred had shown him much care in the past…

No, Arthur was sure it was only because of his father. Didn’t it always come back to him? Their contract for the summer. After it ended Alfred would never give him another thought.

“…s’pose for a bit, we have come this far..” Alfred was rubbing a hand over his mouth and chin as if he was still not amiable to the idea. Then why was he agreeing? “But I’ll have you stay close at all times.” Alfred tugged on Arthur’s arm as if to emphasize almost causing him to topple over onto him. He truly needed to re-evaluate that strength of his, not that Arthur wanted to be dwelling on that.

“Of course!” Francis took Matthew’s arm and began gleefully walking towards the saloon. Arthur rolled his eyes but followed suit. He was still tightly bound by Alfred and as they stepped closer to the entrance his grip only tightened. It made him feel safe as they passed through the doors.

The saloon was one large open room. The first thing Arthur felt was the smoke and the scent. It assaulted his senses. A mixture of strong Alpha scents permeated the air. Arthur placed a knuckle to his nose crinkling at the combination. He found himself holding tighter to Alfred not that he appeared to be letting go anytime soon.

The room was open but sectioned off. There was a bar where most of the occupants sat at. Several tables around there for dining Arthur imagined. There appeared to be a stage, but the curtain was drawn. There were only a couple of people dining. Furthest to the right there was a staircase. He wondered what lay above. Alfred and Matthew allowed them the time to sate their curiosity.

“Welcome, welcome oh my don’t y’all make the cutest pairs!” A friendly omega hostess greeted them. She had auburn hair stacked up in curls on her head. There were flowers and jewels interwoven on top. Though he wasn’t accustomed to it, that wasn’t what shocked him.

Her outfit was impossibly tight around her bosom, it continued down to her waist. Her bright pink skirt was hitched up to the side high enough you could see her black heels and the beginning of laced stockings. It looked as if her outfit was meant to reveal more if she moved. She didn’t seem bothered by the staring. It was Francis who spoke first.

“Wow I-I must make a comment. Are those pearls in your hair?”

“Aww isn’t it kind of you to notice! I put em in this week actually, add a little bit of fancy sparkle dontcha think?” Well they did add something he supposed. Just what kind of place had Francis dragged them to?

“They are lovely I think I might get some myself.”

“Mmm they’d look just darling in your hair lovely as it is. My it looks like silk!”

“Oh thank you, it’s always nice to be appreciated.” Francis seemed to have found his confidence again.

“Come let me take you to your tables! Sorry they’re not really made for groups. We bring out the bigger tables at night for the card games well we can scooch two together maybe..”

“Two separate tables will be fine.” Alfred spoke, but Francis wouldn’t be denied his quip.

“Mr. Williams if you’d be so kind, I’m afraid Mr. Kirkland has made his selection long before I.” Francis voice was cheery and nonchalant. Arthur tried to reign in his urge to beat the other in public. He blushed. Whatever his agenda, he could not be allowed to continue as he was. Besides a glare he didn’t respond not daring to glance at Alfred yet as he was led to a table by the side.

Alfred pulled out his seat and as Arthur took it he realized belatedly they’d be eating alone this time.

#my writing #usuk #usuk fanfiction #usuk fanfic #aph usuk #why are these chapters getting longer like wtf mine are usually 2k-2.5 and this one is almost 4k words #that's not okay #long post #because mobile refuses to work

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witchkingkidas · 4 years

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Day One

Last night had been another rough one, no matter how rigorous the scrub she applied, the bugs still found patches of exposed skin from which they crawled from and were washed down the drain. This had been almost routine lately, the beauty devoured by the many beasts with none of them being a prince in hiding. The throbbing pain felt on her body was almost unbearable as the hot water flowed from one bruise to the next; something makeup could easily cover, but a cautionary tale for other exploits. It started out so violent, a beating so vicious that it borderlined on criminal if not the initial desire expressed by the hookup the night before. He wasn’t a particularly handsome man at all. Balding, heavyset in that obesity and not that dad bod kinda way, kinda looked like that stereotypical kid diddler type, but his cock was thick in a way she had never before seen. His cum was dried to her hair and face, a crusted reminder of the awful evening and the guy who escaped into the moonlight the very second that he was done breaking his doll, a fucking insult along with the parting gift of what appeared to be a fistful of gold dollar coins scattered on the nightstand as a whore’s pittance for a job well done.

The entire hotel room smelled like him, a mixture of swamp ass and maybe fungus-- possibly from his sweaty feet-- but it was that dick that she couldn’t get her mind off of. He was the fifth conquest she’d had since reaching the new site for a model shoot, but around the twentieth since being in the U.S. proper. The men here were vastly different than the ones abroad, they fucked with purpose, greasy and inattentive, not like the sleazy charm European men try to put on. She let the water run a bit longer as she glanced at her arm. The marks weren’t as intense as first thought, a few scrapes and a bite mark, but it felt like so much more. The steam provided her with a moment of comfort, letting it envelop her as she moved to the vanity mirror, the condensation from the steam distorting the image into something akin to a beast or a demon, a perfect reflection of her broken soul she thought. She slowly wiped the glass with her hand, starting at eye level and carefully revealing the full picture swipe by swipe. The hazel contrasted well with the olive tone of her skin; a gift from her half Arabian and Italian heritage. She licked her lips in the mirror, it turned her on to see her own body, dripping and nude. She started to slip her hands down towards her inner thigh as her damp brown hair laid over her shoulders in messy strands, the net seemingly holding her fragile frame together, kind of like the soft embrace of a mothers arms. It was in this nakedness that she felt most like the devil, a name she had been called a lot in her life, a temptress, leading men and women to nights of sin. She fingered herself to orgasm as a calming washed over her and the vile insects that plagued her only earlier, disappeared without a trace. She sucked on her fingers as she took a comb to her now tangled hair and looked for the violet eye shadow. The day was going to be long since it would be a living forest set, but she embraced the prospect of meeting something else to sink her teeth into, but alas, it was not the time to dally nor daydream.

The air felt unusually stiff here in Washington, for a nature state, it had nothing like the crispness of Nantes, but it was far from the strangling cloud that hung over the last shoot in London. America was so enticing, and yet she longed to be back at home, playing in the alleyways of Nantes or exploring Paris for the thousandth time. Homesickness always hit when the madness of her schedule drove her to picking up cigarettes again. It wasn’t so much of an addiction, as it was one of many comforting tools she used, much like sex, but that may indeed be an addiction though she dared not admit it. “Mornin’ Miss Danbury!” A familiar voice called to her as soon as she crossed the terrace into the chateau du Corisca. The hotel was not far from the shooting grounds so it was easy for her to absentmindedly stroll about the place and take in the new sights of the compound. It was still quite early and yet models were already out and talking among themselves, it looked as if three new photographers joined the team recently and she bit her lip just thinking about taking one or all three for a delicious romp later. “Please” she said smiling sheepishly at the elderly gentleman before her, “I’m sure I’ve told you before to just call me Justine”. The old man looked her over and over, such an exotic beauty she was in an elegant strapless cream dress. He placed his hand upon her arm, a body well traveled and yet a posture so regal and poised. He bent down and reached into a splintering wicker basket and produced a lovely rose freshly snipped from the flowerbed and still with a hint of dew on it. “Every woman needs a rose” he said, and placed it in her hair just between the spot on ear and they spoke at length about today’s shoot. Apparently the project, once headed by Lady Applegate and her cosmetics company Applegate Cosmetics, was now to be completed by the young and talented visionary Ian Tillers from South Africa. He was causing quite a stir with the ladies it seemed which would explain the various cliques chatting about, but he was nothing if not a man for the business. Right now it was said that he had been in the garden all night perfecting the grounds for a perfect shot, each idea more fantastical and wondrous than the next and each new idea increasing the budget tenfold, but in increments. The ladies chosen for his special shoot, the “nude paradise” were to be posted on a board later that day, a list Justine would love to have seen herself on.

Waving bye to groundskeeper Roy, she observed the digital clock pressed up against a large white column and noticed that she still had some time to get into a bit of trouble if only she could find those new photographers and a proper place away from prying eyes to do so. The area was really beautiful, a hedge maze behind the building, a creek running to its side, it was a masterpiece of Gods design tucked beyond a sea of trees separating it from the road and nearby town. Across the grounds at the creek a little ways into the woods a man stood and he immediately caught her eye, someone else new that she had never seen before today though she had felt at least acquainted with everyone, probably a lackey for Tillers. He was half shrouded by leafy branches which drove Justine’s curiosity even further as she neared him, careful not to snag the dress on anything that would cause an immediate stir and a lecture on proper model behavior. The man appeared to be petting what appeared to be a small doe grazing from his outstretched hand, a sight that left her in awe and wonder since it was just something that she hadn’t seen in years. He had deep brown curtains-- a relic of nineties hairstyles-- more messy than straight over a slender and pointed face, his jawline was medium and boyish, his nose slender and rounded at the tip. He sported a very neat and short mutton chop and skin that showed limited exposure to sunlight though it wasn’t pasty white. Surely he was in his late twenties at the youngest, but his angelic features spoke to being far more youthful than that; regardless, she approached him.

“Excuse me,” Justine blurted out the words as she moved closer and closer, managing to startled the wildlife in the process including the doe who appeared to shoot her a look before bounding off into the woods. He let out a low whistle as he began brushing the grain from his hands and readjusting his silver bands-- one for each finger aside from the index which housed two and on the other hand a lavish signet ring-- he glanced at Justine for what felt like a second, but for some reason she felt as if he was gazing at her entire lifetime. His eyes were unsettling, he made no attempt to speak and yet Justine felt her ears ringing with conversation.. She hated this feeling, the unfamiliarity of not being able to get a read on a person. After a series of awkward pauses, Justine gathered herself and tried to initiate conversation with him once again, “I apologize for interrupting you,” her eyes locked in on his smooth face, but she was so shy, she resorted to circling her thumbs ever so slightly to calm her down but to not call attention to it. “I’m Justine, a model on this shoot. I didn’t recognize you from any of the other days so I take it you’re with Tillers?” She smiled and laughed, hoping to break the ice if even for a bit. “Marius” his voice was as soft as the wind, eyes fixed, purposed, forever reading. “Is that a mauve rose pinned behind your ear?” though monotone, it was the just the perfect blend to whip her emotions into a frenzy. At his words she instinctively reached for it, forgetting that Roy had given it to her just earlier, but before she could, Marius grabbed her hand. Justine instantly blushed but didn’t try to pull away. His silver rings were cool to the touch as was his hand as he slid her hand back down toward her side before adjusting her hair with the other hand.

“You have an air of grace about you, yet you are far less careful than you appear..” His voice trailed off a bit while still being assuring if not haunting. Every word spoken was with purpose, each sentence weighty and multilayered though also surprisingly flowery. “Your eyes wander when you speak, that element of shyness within you wouldn’t be much of a boon when mixed in a field which requires only the most bold and daring.. Interesting.” He removed the rose from her hair and looked upon it with a portentous gaze, it was weird because though he stood in front of her, she could tell that somehow he was miles away. Justine was taken aback by the way he spoke, it was like something out of a Dickens novel or Keats, a man displaced in time from the old country, his accent hard to place but very much foreign. “You see..” He started again, almost silently acknowledging the many questions swirling in her mind while still lost in his own affairs, “Like this rose cut from life to sit betwixt your ear, the colour is striking in its softness no?” His words hit her one after the other, Betwixt? Softness? He must be an alien brushed up only as far as the Victorian Era before being cast down to us. “You would believe that such a union would be quite garish would you not? That the harshness of the violet would overtake the subtle pink, but here it blends perfectly.” His fingers moved across her hand as he handed the rose back to her, the feeling so smooth and childlike against the roughness of her knuckles and the firmness of her palms. He had such innocence in his touch, more inquisitive if anything and with no sexual tension though she could feel her knees buckling all the same. Before she could utter another word, the chime of nine started to play through the loudspeakers and Marius let her go and proceeded to fix her up a bit before turning to go elsewhere. “Will I see you again?” Justine couldn’t help but feeling like a love struck schoolgirl as he just walked away with only a backwards hand wave.

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Hey, friends! So, as promised, here is a excerpt from the first oneshot from my ‘Destiel Song Oneshots’ series. This one is based on a song called ‘Another World’ by The Vamps. It is the only two parter (probably).

Another World

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Picture this. It's June, 1940. War has been raging in Europe for two years now, but so far the United States has not been required to assist the allies in fighting. France had just fallen into the hands of the Nazis, and the hopes that Great Britain could beat the Germans on their own were diminishing. The general public of America knew that their men going off to fight was inevitable.

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak were a homosexual couple in their early twenties living in Lawrence, Kansas. However, no one knew about their relationship. With homosexuality a legal crime in the United States, they were forced to keep their relationship hidden not only from the public eye, but from their own friends and families as well. To their relatives and peers, they were just two best friends who have known each other since middle school. They would tell themselves that that was the reason why Dean and Cas were so close. It was the only possible reason. Right?

This one particular Sunday afternoon was especially memorable for Dean and Castiel. It was a bright, sunny day; birds were a-chirping, insects buzzing, and a pleasant, light breeze blew through the trees.

Dean was on his way to take Castiel on a date. He had the whole thing planned; the picnic basket in the trunk of his black 1936 Chevrolet Master Deluxe was evidence of this.

As he rumbled down the street in the direction of Castiel's house, he waved at the passing pedestrians and other drivers. His mood was ecstatically cheerful, and nothing could break it. Nothing in the whole world.

He arrived at Castiel's within the next few minutes, parking alongside the curb in front of the small, suburban home. The white paint was flaking from years of weather erosion, but the newly painted red door stood proud and inviting. The vibrant, neatly manicured green grass lay either side of the concrete pathway that lead to the front door. Dean proudly admired the freshly mown lawn as he strolled up the path, knowing full and well that Castiel had done a good job at cutting it.

He smoothed down his neatly ironed beige pants as he neared the door, ensuring they weren't crumpled from the ride over. While he was dressed nicely in his pale blue, collared button-down shirt tucked into the high-waisted pants with the cuffs turned up, revealing his pristine white socks and dark brown penny loafers, it was still considered casual in the eyes of Castiel's parents. To them, the boys were off to the local diner with a group of friends to socialise and goof off, as teenage boys do.

Dean rapped his knuckles on the red door three times, before taking a step back, lacing his hands behind his back in a respectable manner to wait for the door to open. It was only several seconds before the door swung open, revealing a grinning Castiel, dressed similarly to Dean, except he had a sweater vest slung over his arm. He didn't leave a second to dawdle, instantly stepping out of the house to join Dean on the doorstep.

"Dean's here. I'm leaving!" he yelled back into the house, shutting the door on the reply from one of his family members, Dean didn't hear who. Once the door was closed, Dean smiled warmly down at Castiel, the smile showing all the way up to his eyes.

"Hello you," he said, his body posture falling casual now that he knew Castiel's parents weren't watching.

Cas smiled back shyly, rocking back and forth on his feet, eager to leave his poised life behind for his love-filled one with Dean. "Hi, can we go?"

Dean nodded once, and turned on his heel, striding up the pathway towards his car, Cas on his heels. He didn't want to waste another second not being able to touch his love. It had been a few days since he'd seen Cas, and Dean had been craving his touch ever since the second the two departed on Friday.

The two reached the car, clambering in. Dean started her up and pulled away from the curb. Once he was in the traffic, his hand slipped off the wheel and across the seat to slide into Castiel's, which was resting upon his knee. Once their fingers were intertwined, Dean's eyes flicked from the road to glance at Cas, a small grin playing on his lips. Cas met his eyes, his own smile mirroring Dean's. They were reunited at last, the familiar, warm rush from holding each others hands returning.

"So, where are you taking me?" Cas broke the comfortable silence, his eyes returning to the road.

"Out of town. I thought we could go as far as we can, find a nice field with a nice tree, and eat this delicious picnic that I packed, 'specially for us," Dean answered, his grin growing wider, if that was possible.

Castiel smiled in response, squeezing Dean's hand in excitement. "It's perfect." A comfortable silence fell over the pair as they enjoyed each other's company during the ride.

It wasn't long before Dean found what he was looking for. He had driven out the back roads of Lawrence, where no one they knew lived or hung out, and into the countryside. Down an old dusty road, Dean parked up the car and got out, strolling around to the trunk and collecting the picnic basket. By the time he closed and locked the trunk, Cas had got out of the car too, joining him. Dean reached out his hand for Castiel to take.

"How about that tree up there?" he asked, gesturing with their interlaced hands to a tree atop a hill about a mile ahead of them. Castiel simply set off, letting his action be his answer as he pulled Dean along towards the fence surrounding the field the hill was in. The pair clambered ungracefully over the fence, Cas doubled over laughing when Dean's pants somehow got caught on the wooden plank and he couldn't move. After his laughter subsided and he regained some strength in his arms and legs, he kissed Dean's pouting lips and helped him off the fence.

The pair continued up in the direction of the tree, Castiel pulling a still pouting Dean behind him. By the time they reached the top of the small hill, both boys were panting slightly, however, Dean was over-exaggerating, taking deep gasping breaths and doubling over. Cas rolled his eyes at his over-dramatic boyfriend and pulled the picnic basket from his hands. Up this close, Cas could see that the tree was an old, healthy oak, with bright, full leaves in the height of this summer. The oak was wide enough for them to sit on the opposite side from the car and not be seen from the road in case someone came along. Cas set the picnic basket down, reaching in and pulling out a classic red and white checkered picnic blanket. He laid it down in the shelter of the tree, resting the picnic basket on the corner so it didn't blow away. Before he could lay down himself, two tanned arms wrapped around his waist, a familiar body pressing up against his back. Lips pressed to his neck, kissing up from the base to underneath his ear lobe, then around along his jawline. Dean spun him around in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"I missed you," he murmured against Cas' lips, eyes still closed from the kiss. He was taking in the moment, hoping to remember every little thing about it. The taste of Cas' lips. The smell of the summer grass mixed with both his and Cas' deodorants, hair products and soap. The sound of Cas' heartbeat with the buzzing bees, chirping birds and the breeze through the trees. The feel of Cas' strong, sturdy hips in between his hands, the breeze blowing around them, Cas' lips on his. Opening his eyes, he drank in every feature of Cas' face: his sparkling blue eyes that matched the summer sky looking up at him like he was absolutely everything in his entire world, his lips pulled into a smile, his slicked-back hair, the sunlight shining in the absolute perfect places, making him glow.

Castiel's smile faltered when he saw Dean's expression soften to a slight sadness. "Dean," he said, worried, "what is it?"

Dean's eyes broke their gaze on his face, looking down at their bodies pressed together, a wistful smile on his face. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just trying to remember as much of you as I can. You like this, happy and beautiful," he said, dragging his eyes back up to lock on to Cas'.

Castiel's hand came up to cup his cheek, Dean leaning into his touch. "I'm not going anywhere, Dean," he said, determination in his voice.

"We're both going, Cas. Eventually. And we both know it. This war keeps getting worse every day; you and I can't be together forever . . ." he trailed off, looking away again.

Cas' gaze dropped as well, but his hand stayed firmly planted against Dean's cheek. The pair got lost in thought before Cas lifted his head suddenly.

"I'm not spending our only day together being sad. So, suck it up, Buttercup, and join me, here, on this picnic blanket, under this beautiful oak tree, with this amazing picnic you made us. And we will be happy," Cas declared, gesturing to the tree, blanket and basket set out around them.

Dean chuckled, the love back in his shining green eyes. "I would love to, my elegant rose."

Castiel scrunched his nose up at the odd nickname, stepping out of Dean's grasp. "My elegant rose?" he questioned.

"You called me 'Buttercup'! I was sticking with the flower theme," Dean protested.

Cas' eyes flicked up to the left, as if in thought. A sly smirk crossed his face as he looked back at his partner. "Try better next time, my Cherry Blossom."

Dean threw up his hands in defeat. "Alright, Sunflower, let's get a-eating. I'm starving." Cas laughed and moved to sit down on the blanket. Dean followed suit, sitting next to the picnic basket to be the one to serve his baby; ever the gentleman. He tucked in right away, opening the basket and pulling out pairs of plates, cups, knives and forks. Cas was curious as to what Dean packed him, but he sat back and let himself be waited on. Seeing Dean like this warmed Cas' heart; a thought struck him that he wanted Dean to take care of him every day forever. The thought didn't waver him, he knew he wanted to be with Dean for the rest of their lives.

As Dean was pulling out various sandwiches, slices of cold chicken, hard boiled eggs, crackers and cheese, fruits and slices of cake, as well as a bottle of what looked like home-made lemonade, Cas felt content. Peaceful even. Like nothing in the world, no damned war, no damned law, could get them here. They were safe, they had each other, and that's all they wanted, all they needed to be happy.

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Darkside (A Songfic/Short Story)

(No- This isn’t based off any fandoms or anythin. This was just for fun. I wrote this a long time ago so if I post something else you may notice the style is a bit off. :T...Hope you enjoy! ~ May)

Darkside We’re not in love We share no stories Just something in your eyes Elizabeth wailed in despair, her cries heart shaking. The rain streamed down mercilessly, drenching her clothes, while her midnight brown hair stuck to the sides of her face. Elizabeth’s warm grey orbs were clouded with sorrow, as they leaked icy cold tears, that traced down her face and jaw. Her salty tears mixed in with the rain, making a grotesquely depressing concoction as she cried. The stars were shrouded in the twilight above her, shielded firmly by numerous clouds. Elizabeth was hopelessly stranded because she had run away from home. She had lived with an abusive and odious family that tore her apart physically and mentally. Working hard to break her more and more every day, taking away everything and everyone that she held dear. Elizabeth’s parents had pained her for the last time that night though, for she had knocked them out. Then ripped off into the night, after making sure her siblings weren’t pursuing her. Don’t be afraid The shadows know me Let’s leave the world behind So here she was, in the heart of the woods, soaked and alone. Her heart shattered with pain, her soul aching with grief. Unmeasurable depression smothered her, she was ready to give up, to make it all end. Little did Elizabeth know, a certain someone was observing her painfilled event from afar. His name was Jason. He was a shadow demon, who ruled in the darkness, he caused hell for everyone any time he could. Yet, this time it was different, he felt sorry for the mysterious young girl he had found and aspired to help her. The upset young girl in a black knee length dress and boots piqued his curiosity and something else he couldn’t pinpoint. He felt drawn to her in a way, and it was now Jason’s mission to take her away to a better place, a land he had created for himself, and share it with her. Elizabeth was so lost drowning in her own ocean of pain, she did not regard Jason approaching her, she didn’t realize he was even there until a gentle voice spoke, “Hello, m’lady.” Startled, Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open, and she recoiled. She was startled by the sight before her; a charming young gentleman, around her age, perhaps a bit older, stood beside her. He had welcoming cinnamon colored eyes, dark auburn brown hair, and tanned skin. He donned a suit of black, the tailcoat was designed with silver decorations and embroidery as well. He also wore a top hat and held a cane with a silver head of a skull for the handle. Elizabeth swiftly went from startled to self-defense mode. A good looking guy in a suit in the center of the woods? Yeah, no.She furrowed her brow and stood, withdrawing from the young man a bit, she held up her fists for protection. “Who are you?” Elizabeth ordered harshly, glaring hard. Jason smirked, he found Elizabeth’s response amusing,“Jason, a shadow demon, and you?” Elizabeth’s eyes widened, she had heard of the dream demons that terrorized her town, but she had never believed what people said. This was a shock. “Elizabeth,” She returned, uncertainty binding her voice. “A lovely name for a lovely girl,” Jason taunted, although there was a kind honesty behind his statement. “What do you want? Elizabeth probed, “To help you,” Jason deadpanned, whirling his cane. “Huh?” Elizabeth asked flatly, raising a brow. She flinched as the sound of barking dogs, and men talking alerted her. “How would thou like to leave this place behind?” Jason hummed, extending his hand to her, “And go to a place of serenity and grace? Not for too long, just a day! I think that’d be enough,” Take me through the night Fall into the dark side We don’t need the light We’ll live on the dark side “Uh,” Elizabeth droned uncertainly. The barking grew harsher. She saw flashlight beams. “I mean, you could get captured by the police I hear, and go back to that hell pit of a house if you desire,” Jason told, shrugging his shoulders in a casual manner, as he spun on his heel and started to stroll away. “Wait! Please,” Elizabeth stopped him, seizing his free hand, “Don’t leave me here, I’ll go with you. But if you try anything funny-” Jason disrupted, “Don’t fret, I’m not that kind of demon.” He shot her a smile, and double tapped his foot, forming a large, gaping hole that spun with an abundance of colors. Elizabeth froze up as they fell through. Just as the police came to where the mysterious shadow demon and the young girl had been, the gateway disappeared, leaving them with nothing. I see it Let’s feel it While we’re still young and fearless Elizabeth clasped to Jason with a death grip as they descended through the portal, Jason chuckled at her fear a bit, as a force of habit. He wasn’t trying to be mean. Elizabeth’s head whirled, and she didn’t open her eyes until she knew that she and Jason had stopped moving. Then, she gently cracked open her dark eyes and gasped at the wonderful sight before her. She and Jason attained on a pathway made of smooth moonstone, with what seemed like liquid gold that passed through the cracks between. She paused and touched the pathway, her fingers sweeping gently over the stones, and she realized she was right. There was liquid gold among the stones, for it stuck to her fingertips. Elizabeth glanced up to find that they were environed by thick oak forest, and the sky was tinted various shades of violet, red and orange. Like a permanent sunset. That’s when the sound of rushing water met her ears. Jason knew she had noticed, and took her hand in his, “Come on,” He ushered, pulling her up and onward with him. Let go of the light Fall into the dark side Fall into the dark side Give into the dark side Jason led her down the golden moonstone path, through the dense oak woods, until they came upon a glittering waterfall with a huge pool of water at the bottom. It wasn’t any ordinary waterfall, the water was a dark sapphire blue, with flecks of silver that resembled stars. The pool of water was surrounded by glittering opal along with moonstone at the edge. “Woah,” She awed aloud, running her hand through the water. “Rad, ain’t it?” Jason chuckled, kneeling beside her. “Yeah,” Elizabeth uttered, only slightly paying attention, as a ripple of movement under the water caught her eyes. “Let’s go for a swim,” Jason blurted abruptly, setting down his cane, taking off his top hat, shoes, and tailcoat in a swift motion. “What? No way -ACK-” Elizabeth cried out as Jason just went ahead and pulled her into the water with him. She broke out of the water spluttering, and Jason drifted beside her on his back, his hands behind his head. “Idiot,” She mumbled under her breath, “Rude,” Jason huffed, pretending to be offended. Let go of the light Fall into the dark side Elizabeth rolled her eyes and swam to the edge of the water. She began to raise herself from the chilly water, and onto the opal edge, trembling violently. As she hoisted herself up, two unfamiliar voices piped up from near her, “HEYA! WHO ARE YOU? HOOMANS DON’T BELONG HERE!” “Nixie, calm down, you’re gonna frighten the nice girl,” “WELL SHE DON’T BELONG, LAYLA!” “DOES ANYONE TRULY BELONG ANYWHERE, NIXIE?!?!” “That we just do not know.” The last voice sounded with an overly dramatic sigh. Elizabeth turned and yelped at what she saw. Two young women, okay, wrong, mermaids perched on rocks not too far from her. The first had intense violet hair that fell gracefully down her shoulders to her mid back. She also had deep green eyes, light skin, and a dark blue tail, with a purple and blue striped top. The second had inky black to neon blue ombre hair that flowed to her lower back, bright blue, green, and brown mixed eyes. Along with a black tail, and top. “Don’t worry, they’re nice,” Jason promised Elizabeth, as he gently pulled her back into the water. Elizabeth stayed close to him, finding him warm in the cold of the water. “Legends say that they’re mean,” Elizabeth asserted flatly. “Don’t believe everything you read,” Jason stated seriously. “Yeah, silly HOOMAN! Speaking of which, WHY IS THERE A HOOMAN HERE, JASON?!” The purple mermaid yelled. “I brought her here, I’ll explain later,” Jason replied, waving off her question. “Nice to meet you, “ The blue and black mermaid spoke softly, “I’m Layla, the loud one is Nixie,” “I’m Elizabeth,” Elizabeth introduced herself, “Who are they?” Asked Elizabeth, lifting her hand from the water, and pointing toward the lush forest around the waterfall. The voice of a man and woman piped up,“Oh way to go, Parris! You gave us away!” “Don’t blame me, Caroline!” “Too late,” Suddenly two figures emerged from the thick blanket of oak. The first, a tall man, with light skin, unkempt dark brown hair, and chocolate colored eyes. He donned a fair outfit of white. The second, a short woman, with dirty brown hair that cut off at her shoulders, and dark hazel eyes, she wore a strapless gown that faded from white to sky blue. Elizabeth noted something else, the woman had wings, they were long and elegant, glittering of silver. “He,” Jason explained, pointing, “Is Parris. An elf. She is Caroline, a fae.” Parris gave a humble wave, and Caroline said,“Don’t do anything stupid, Elizabeth.” Her statement was irrelevant, and out of context, so Elizabeth thought nothing of it. “DON’T FORGET ME, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE INGRATES! YEEEEET!” Cried an unfamiliar male voice. Suddenly, a blur of movement landed in the water, creating a huge splash, that hit everyone. “GRAY YOU DUMB SON OF A [BLEEP],” Jason shouted, clearing the water from his eyes with the back of his hand, the action futile. “My mother is not a dog, thanks,” Gray spoke up. He swam over to the rock Nixie was on, crawling up onto the rock with her. He had short dirt brown hair, and dark hazel eyes, along with light skin. His outfit was like Parris’ but black. “Are you an elf too?” Elizabeth piped up. “Yeah,” Grey laughed, grinning, “I’m also the love of Nixie’s life!” “Yeah, he is,” Nixie giggled. “EW, CRINGE! STOP!” Caroline screeched, while Layla ‘Awww’ed. Beneath the sky As black as diamonds We’re running out of time Don’t wait for the truth To come and blind us Let’s just believe their lies Believe it I see it I know that you can feel it “Now that we’ve all met, why don’t we get this party started!” Nixie cried, glomping Grey into the water. Caroline elbowed Parris into the water, laughing, then yelped as Layla pulled her under the water, by her foot. “Party?” Elizabeth queried, tilting her head. “Take a deep breath,” Jason instructed, as he pulled Elizabeth closer. She did so, and Jason pulled her underwater, she clenched her eyes shut and hugged onto him. “Open your eyes,” Jason said. Elizabeth was super confused, how was he speaking underwater? Wait, it didn’t even feel like she was under water. Elizabeth opened her eyes and gasped in delight. They were no longer in the water, they were on a large beach, the sky was all black, and the moon glowed brightly in the sky. A huge bonfire lit up the center of the beach. It was like they were in a whole new place. “How did you...How did they…?” Elizabeth was unable to finish her sentence. “Portal in the water,” Jason explained. Elizabeth then gasped as she noticed something, “Yo’ you guys have legs now!” She pointed out, as she pointed at Layla and Nixie. They did indeed, no longer have tails and now had legs. Layla wore a black skirt that went to her ankles, with a slit in the side, and the same black top. Nixie also had the top from before, but some dark blue shorts as well. “MAGIC!” Nixie cried, striking a pose, “NOW LET’S PARTY!” “Wait! When did you guys get here?!” An unfamiliar female voice yelled, “Elizabeth meet Heather, Sarah, and Natasha,” Jason explained, turning her around by her shoulder, and pointing each of them out. Heather, Sarahand Natasha all stood in front of her, giving soft smiles. Heather was the shortest of them, she had dark brown hair that was in a pixie cut, pale skin, and ocean blue eyes. Natasha was a bit taller than Heather, with curly hair that faded from light brown to golden blonde, peachy skin, and chocolate brown eyes. Sarah was also short, with curly dark brown hair, light skin, and hazel eyes. “What are you guys?” Elizabeth asked. Natasha flashed her a smile, showing off her fangs. “Vampires,” Natasha giggled, stating the obvious, “Don’t worry, we won’t eat you though,” Elizabeth shook her head and laughed, “Nice to meet you all,” ~~~~ And then everyone got to know Elizabeth, and they danced through the night. They played games and sang songs and laughed so hard they almost passed out from the lack of oxygen. There was only joy to be seen around the bonfire. As time swiftly passed Elizabeth forgot entirely about her family, and the only thing on her mind was Jason. The way he danced was like watching water ripple in the pond, enchanting and calming. Listening to him sing was like the sound of the finest orchestra. At one point, he turned to glance over at Elizabeth and she realized she had been staring at him for a long time. He gave her a charming smile that made her heart flutter with joy. Then, before the night was over, Elizabeth had realized she had fallen in love with the charming demon. No secrets Worth keeping So fool me like I’m dreaming Jason gave Elizabeth a smile hoping it was his best but she just blushed and turned away. He stood for a moment staring at her confused. What was this feeling? It was like walking through meadows in the spring with the warm sun above and a slight breeze. It felt like paradise. Jason blinked, as he realized he was in love. He tried to avoid this thought and kept enjoying the party, but it lingered like a predator in the back of his mind. Take me through the night Fall into the dark side We don’t need the light We’ll live on the dark side Elizabeth’s happiness and increasing love came to an abrupt halt, as she saw the sun rising, decorating the horizon light pinks and gold. Everyone else had fallen asleep on the beach Layla next to Parris, Grey and Nixie were curled up together, while Caroline was off by herself. Natasha, Heather, and Sarah had vanished a while ago. Jason was still awake with Elizabeth though. Jason had offered Elizabeth only a day here, and it was almost over, this made Elizabeth upset. Jason regarded that she had stopped dancing about and raised a brow. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, walking over to her. “The day is almost over,” Elizabeth sighed, looking at the sand. “Ah,” Jason said, remembering what he had told her. He took Elizabeth’s hand in his and placed his other hand on her waist. She got the jist and placed her free hand on his shoulder. They began slow dancing to a tune no one else could hear. They danced to the song of their synchronized hearts around the beach, enjoying one another’s silence. I see it Let’s feel it While we’re still young and fearless Let go of the light Fall into the dark side Fall into the dark side Give into the dark side “You know,” Jason spoke after a while, “You could stay here with me.” “Really?” Elizabeth asked hopefully, her eyes glittering with happiness. “Well, yeah, I can’t just let you go back to that hell hole,” Jason explained sheepishly, glancing down at the ground. Elizabeth squealed in delight and lunged forward encasing Jason into a bear hug, the two of them tumbling down into the sand. Let go of the light Fall into the dark side Take me through the night Fall into the dark side “Thank you so much!” Elizabeth cried, tears of delight spilling from her eyes and down her face. Without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed Jason’s cheek, but she quickly drew back as she realized what she did. “I-I-I’m sorry,” She squeaked, climbing out of his arms and as far away as she could get. Jason sat up with a look of happiness and surprise etched across his face, “You know . . . being a shadow demon and all, I’m supposed to hurt people all the time . . . That was my first intention with you, but when I saw how hurt you were and how much pain you had already suffered . . . I just, I couldn’t make it worse so I tried to make it better. Spending today with you has been the greatest in my life and, I, um, . . . you know what screw words.” He stopped talking, and rushed over to Elizabeth and brought his lips to hers in a soul binding kiss that lit the stars in the sky on fire. We don’t need the light We’ll live on the dark side I see it Let’s feel it While we’re still young and fearless Let go of the light Fall into the dark side “I love you,” “I love you too,” “Ew, cringe. Stop,” “AWWW,” ~The End~

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