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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 6 - Nightmareless

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Chapter 6 - Nightmareless

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~1 year and 4 months before Present Day~

~Chan's POV~

~Flashback, 10 years ago~

"Channie, my boy... you're so young and yet-" The old man's speech was interrupted by a rough cough. "Yet there's no other choice for you out there. I wish- I wish I could've given you... more."

"Dad, I- no, you gave me so much, but..."

"I took over father's business when I was 32... much, much older than you are now. Double your age. Double your experience... Now you have to take over mine..."

"Dad, I don't know what you're saying-" I responded desperate, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

"Son, listen to me!" he shouted, spiralling into another coughing fit. "you can't show any weakness. EVER. If you do, they will take you down with no hesitation. You have to be strong if you're going to own this wicked business of ours."

"I don't- I can't do it, dad. You have so much more left, I-"

"No, son, I'm almost..."

"Dad, stay with me! You will survive this! You have to!"

"My time is up... just remember what I told you... These emotions of yours, they are beautiful, son, but you can't let them see it. You have to stay composed, to be cold. So cold, one would be afraid to speak in front of you. No matter how hurt you are, don't let it show. Can you promise this to me?"

"I- I'll try... Fuck." I could barely see through my tears.

"But there's one thing you have to remember..."

"DAD! NO! PLEASE!"

"It's (...)"

~End of flashback~

"NO!" I woke up, screaming. My whole body drenched in sweat and hurting.

Another nightmare...

This cursed Mafia left in my care by my father was a big weight on my shoulders. I was damn good at leading it, but sometimes I would get stuck in an impasse, not knowing what decision is best. In those times, I would reflect back on my father's words, to the numerous days he spent training me... but as the years passed, his voice became a distant thing of the past. I was not even able to recall his whole dying speech.

Way to be a good son, Chris.

Occasional flashbacks would intrude my mind during night-time, rendering me unable to sleep. But never the whole picture... What else was he trying to say?

With a head heavy as lead, I got off the bed and glanced at the time: 3:52 AM.

Well, the early bird catches the worm, right?

I quietly opened the door to my bedroom and moved towards the stairs. Looking back through the dark hallway, I saw a dark silhouette heading towards me.

"Chan?" a shy voice asked, unsure.

"Emilia?"

"I heard the door opening and... What's wrong? You can't sleep?" she whispered.

"Should ask the same. Let's go downstairs, we don't want to wake up everyone else, do we?" I extended my hand towards her, which she quickly took.

We headed down to the living room and I turned on the electric fireplace, the only source of light in the room appropriate for such an unorthodox hour.

Fierce tones of orange and yellow warmed the room, giving it a cosy feel.

"Kinda rustic, don't you think?" Emilia joked. "Should I also brew some tea?"

"Wouldn't hurt to have a warm drink."

She returned 5 minutes later with two mugs. The smell of green tea soothed me, the hot liquid warming my insides.

"Didn't even realise I was so cold." Emilia broke the silence.

"Mhm. Me too."

Inspecting her face, I noticed dark bags under her eyes and a frown on her otherwise cheerful expression.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I asked.

"It's... ugh" she shook her head. "Nevermind."

"Come on, don't be like that." I replied, getting closer to her on the couch and placing my hand on her thigh.

"... don't laugh at me, okay?" she replied quietly and turned her head towards me, scanning my eyes.

"Of course not."

"I just... I had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep..."

"You too?" I smiled and caressed the back of her head.

My reply seemed to take her by surprise, as her eyes grew bigger.

"Care to share?" she asked me.

"Only if you do the same."

She nodded and urged me to start my story.

"You know, Emi... I don't know how much you've heard about us before we became Stray Kids."

"Hm... not much, honestly. I just know you were called something else and that your older ruler was sort of... cruel."

"Mhm. That would be my father."

Although she seemed surprised, she didn't say anything else, waiting for me to continue.

"My father was a stern man. You could say he was rigid, even cruel at times, as you heard. But he was the best leader. We were called North Side, because he managed to take control of the whole north of the country. He would control authorities, which supplies got in and out, all trades, the politics. Everything. He was a scary man, to be honest." I chuckled, to which Emilia smiled.

"He would take good care of us... my mother and my siblings. But no matter how much power he had, he also had lots of enemies. It only took one person to betray him... poisoned him, like he was some rat. Got rid of my siblings like it was nothing."

Emilia felt the anger in my voice and grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

"He was my dad's closest ally. His right hand man. So, naturally, when I found out... I cut off his head, displayed it on a spike outside of the mansion as a warning to the others."

"Drew inspiration from Medieval England?" Emilia chuckled.

"Exactly." I chuckled, too. "That was the first time I killed someone. I was 15."

She caressed my hand and smiled bitterly.

"I had to take over the Mafia, but... how could I continue his "Empire"? I didn't know how anything worked. Don't get me wrong – he did train me for this, but theory and practice are so different. He would always make me promise that I would be cold, that I wouldn't get attached. Those worked wonders. But... he also said something else. I just can't seem to remember... I feel like it was important..."

"And that's why you're having nightmares."

"Exactly."

"So... how did you become SKZ?"

"Right. So, after investigating, I found out that a lot of father's old acquaintances planned this revolt against him. I killed them all and figured I would just disband North Side as a whole. There was barely anyone left, anyway. But it's not like I could just give up on the Mafia mindset. I trained my whole life up to that point. I was good at it. So... one thing led to another, and I was back in business with supervising trades and making sure things went by smoothly. I lost some of the territory of the Empire my father built, but I got control back of more than half of it in barely a year or two. Not alone, though. I met some other people along the way... first it was Seungmin, then Minho... Han and Felix shortly followed... and soon enough all of us bonded over this whole affair and decided we would become official. That's how Stray Kids was born."

"Wow. Well, I must say, your father taught you well, since you've been able to manage this Mafia so flawlessly."

"You think?" I chuckled. "I feel like I might screw up. That what my father told me was the most important thing in the world... and I can't remember it. I'm pissed off."

"I'm sure you'll remember it eventually. The right moment just hasn't come yet, that's all."

"Thanks, Emi."

We both looked at the fake flames of the fireplace, but soon enough I resumed looking at Emilia.

"I told you the root of my nightmares. What's yours?"

"Hmmm... you already know my whole life story though, don't you?"

"Pretty much, yea." I chuckled.

"Then you must also know about San."

"Your partner, right?"

"Mhm. Do you also know why he got killed?"

I shook my head.

"I didn't either. Until I came here, that is. He planned on leaving, too... He would always joke around that he would run away with me and show me the world outside of our little bubble. I just put the puzzle pieces together. Our Boss got rid of him, just like he wanted to do with me."

Her eyes darkened.

"The Mission he gives whoever wants to leave... It's always something impossible, you know? He probably planned to finish us off either way as soon as we said we wanted to go." she laughed bitterly. "If we wouldn't finish the mission, we would die trying... and if we did complete it, he would've killed us. We never had a choice."

I stayed silent, contemplating on her words for a bit, for they carried a lot of weight.

"So... the thing is, I'm scared... I can't sleep. I wake up shaking. Every time I close my eyes... I remember what happened to me. I'm scared of being betrayed again." She put both her hands on her face, covering her eyes.

I took her into a strong embrace, and started to tell her how different Stray Kids were. We wanted to be human beings above all, and we loved each other more than anything in the world. She was part of our team now.

"I can promise you that it won't happen. You are safe here. I give you my word."

She was shaking badly, but after a short while, her breathing regulated and she straightened her back.

"I'm sorry... it's just... I never told anyone about that, y'know?" she glanced at me, her beautiful eyes staring directly into mine.

Her wounds from our latest mission seemed to be all healed by now, just a small mark remaining on her lips.

Her lips... so plum and beautiful in the soft light. I couldn't help it. I bent towards her and placed mine on top of hers, cupping her face with my right hand.

She responded with a soft peck on my lips, while her hands found their way to my nape.

The kiss grew more passionate in the fire's glimmer, our shadows becoming one as she rested in my lap.

What's with this girl that makes me so crazy? I wondered, slipping my hands underneath her blouse. Her skin was as soft as the first time I touched her. I wished that bruises from our last rendezvous would still be visible on her neck and chest, but it felt like ages since I last met her like this.

I started kissing my way down her jaw and slowly sucked on her exposed collarbone, making her let out a soft moan.

Hearing her quiet whimpers was like music to my ears. I was completely addicted to the moans erupting from her lips, and I wanted to hear them more and more.

With her still on top of me, my next move was easy. I picked her up and got up from the couch, slowly making my way towards my room upstairs. Her weight in my arms felt just right.

We continued sharing kisses as I opened the door to the bedroom and laid her down slowly on my bed.

My hands found hers and, in contrast to the first night I tied her with my belt, I took both of her hands and put them above her head gently.

I didn't want to leave any part of her body unmarked, so I carefully lifted off her blouse and went down, planting small kisses on her abdomen. Her pants were the next ones to go, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that she wore nothing underneath.

I couldn't help it but let a chuckle escape.

"What's so funny?" she smiled.

"No panties?" I kissed her inner thigh as she parted her lips and let out another moan.

"Why would I wear any to bed?"

I trailed kissed on her thigh and reached upwards, parting her legs and planting a kiss on her core. Slowly, my tongue found her clit and drew circles around it, her whimpers getting more intense.

"Fuck, you're so good at this." She praised me.

After feeling that she was prepared to take me, I raised above her and kissed her deeply. My member quickly disappeared between her legs, our bodies moving in unison.

"You're so gentle tonight." She complimented me again, my lips in the crook of her neck kissing it ever so slowly while I was pumping in and out of her.

It only took another couple of deep thrust to get Emilia to come, and I followed soon after. She just felt so good. So right for me.

The next morning, I woke up, surprised to notice that I fell asleep in the first place.

Even more, I was perplex that it the first time in God knows how long I've slept without having nightmares.

I woke up rested, her still asleep in my bed, and had the chance to admire how beautiful she looked sleeping so soundly. I gathered from her relaxed face that she also had a nightmare-less deep sleep.

From then on, I would visit her every night and invite her to my room. We didn't always have sex; just sleeping next to her brought me a sense of peace I haven't felt once ever since becoming the leader of SKZ.

This became our routine, until...

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sugar sugar - the planning 1.0

Summary: The planning for their wedding can start 🥰

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Daddy kink, cock warming, some smut

Wordcount: 4.3k

A/N: Did I go out of my way to make edits? Yes

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October 1st 1 p.m.

‘Where the hell did you get that from?’ I ask Genevieve, who places a large and thick book on the table. On the front cover she wrote THE CAVILL WEDDING in beautiful pink letters (she most likely printed it out, but okay) and I see she went out of her way with some stickers as well. Design like that isn’t really her forte, but the slight amateurism in it, makes me chuckle.

It has overdoing it by Genevieve Donahue written all over it.

‘See this as a little preparation,’ Genevieve says. ‘I want to make getting married as easy for you as I possibly can.’

I look over to Viola, who takes a sip of her drink. ‘We knew about the proposal back in July,’ she explains. ‘Henry wanted our input on the engagement ring. Gen wouldn’t be Gen if she didn’t go out of her way, already looking for certain stuff.’

Henry fixes his tie, since he is going to work, but he still hears what my friends are saying to me. ‘It’s a cute book,’ he says.

‘You already saw it?’ I ask.

‘Of course. I wanted their input on the ring, they wanted my input on their ideas.’

‘Hm, I see. Gen, I’m not gonna lie. I’m very keen on on checking out that book.’

My friends squeal and are absolutely delighted that this is happening and I am thankful they are willing to help me. I have great ideas, but my planning skills are severely lacking. Besides, calling for appointments? Those are my worst nightmares.

‘Okay ladies, I’m going to work,’ Henry says, walking up to the table where we’re all seated. He sits next to me and places his hand in the back of my neck. ‘If you need anything, just call me, okay?’

‘Of course,’ I say.

He gives me a kiss and whispers: ‘Remember, no budget, okay?’

I roll my eyes, but simply nod. Ever since we got engaged, he continues to tell me we don’t have a budget for the wedding and while that is of course amazing, it’s not like I want to spend a million dollars (if not more) on a party. Sure, having the wedding of my dreams is amazing, but I’d rather invest in a great marriage. ‘I love you, honey.’

He smiles. ‘Love you too, darling.’ He gets up, grabs the keys and as he says his final goodbyes, he walks out of the penthouse.

‘Fuck, he is so hunky,’ Genevieve says. ‘Goodness me, that ass on that man.’

Normally I’d scold her, but now I simply can’t. I let out a giggle and say: ‘And he is my fiancé!’ I obnoxiously wave my hand in front of their eyes, showing off the ring like I have been doing that for quite some time now. ‘Oh, I still can’t believe that.’

‘He is so romantic,’ Viola says. ‘I mean, we all knew he was totally smitten with you in the first place, but going engagement ring shopping with him… Gosh, it was absolutely endearing.’

‘You have no idea how nervous he was,’ Genevieve says. ‘So sweet. He kept double checking with us, because he wanted to make sure you would like the ring.’

I look at it and say: ‘I love it. It’s so bizarre. Who would’ve guessed that I would ever get engaged?’

‘I do,’ Viola says. ‘Have you seen yourself? Of course you would get engaged to the most desirable man on this planet.’

I blush. ‘Still so crazy.’

‘And,’ Genevieve continues, ‘he said no budget, so this wedding is gonna be amazing.’

‘He maybe said no budget, but I’m saying we do have a budget. I swear, if you guys cross a line—’

‘We won’t,’ the voice of reason named Viola says. ‘Promise.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Genevieve, Viola and I went through the book and thankfully my friends already did a lot of work together with some input of Henry. Genevieve told me she is gonna make an appointment for a wedding dress and bridesmaids dress fitting.

She circled in the book full of magic the venue that Henry really liked and thankfully, that was my personal favorite as well. When the two of us finally make a decision about the date, we can arrange it.

Thankfully, she (and Henry as well) is willing to make the calls. Calling makes me nervous, because I can’t see the other person’s face. Henry does most of the calls, if not all of them and while he doesn’t mind, I sometimes hate myself for not being able to put on my big girl shoes and call myself.

By the time my two friends left, I am in the penthouse by myself. Henry told me he’d be home soon and soon really is soon, because the door opens not long after I made myself comfortable on the couch, looking through the wedding book again.

‘There she is,’ Henry says as he enters the living room, ‘my gorgeous fiancée.’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘Are you gonna keep doing that?’

‘Until you and I get married, yes. After that, I’m gonna replace fiancée with wife and you’ll probably be sick of me very soon.’

‘Never,’ I chuckle. ‘Never ever.’

He sits next to me on the couch and presses a kiss on my lips. ’So, did you ladies make some progress?’

I nod and tell him that Genevieve is gonna call for some appointments, for some fitting sessions.

‘Genevieve is gonna call?’ he chuckles.

‘Don’t make fun of me,’ I say, squeezing his side. ‘Tell me, you have a date in mind?’

He simply shrugs. ‘What kind of wedding would you like, baby girl?’

‘Probably a spring wedding,’ I say with a smile. ‘Spring is gorgeous. I love spring.’

He smiles. ‘How about we get married somewhere in April?’ he suggests. ‘It’s usually nice spring weather.’

‘Yeah?’ I ask him. ‘You sure you want a spring wedding?’

‘Honey, you know what I think. I could literally get married to you any second of whatever day. Name a date and we’ll get married then.’

‘April twenty second,’ I say. ‘That sounds like a cute date, doesn’t it?’

‘April twenty second it is. Something happened on that date or…?’

I shake my head. ‘No, it’s just a cute date. Oh, wait a minute. We could do April twenty fifth, if you want the date to be significant.’

His brows knit together in confusion. ‘What happened on April twenty fifth?’

I gasp out loud. ‘You don’t remember?’

He makes a face. ‘I really don’t, I’m sorry, baby. Please enlighten me.’

‘It’s the first time I accidentally called you daddy. During the one and only driving lesson I had.’

‘Oh,’ Henry says with a smile. ‘That’s right, you did call me daddy for the first time then. That’s a great date, the two of us should get married then.’

‘Why?’

‘Because that’ll be our little secret then.’ He presses a kiss on my nose and says: ‘I remember your color drenched face. You were the human embodiment of mortified.’

‘Shut up.’ I hide my face in my hands and say: ‘The shame I felt was uncanny.’

‘I know,’ he chuckles. ‘Well, if it made you feel better, it did turn me on quite a lot.’

‘Oh dear, did you masturbate because of it?’ I joke.

His eyes dart from one point in the room to the other. ‘I might’ve.’

I certainly wasn’t expecting that. ‘No way!’ I exclaim. ‘Oh my goodness, you did? This is such a compliment.’

His cheeks turn red and says: ‘I couldn’t help it, okay. You looked so cute that day and I kept hearing the word leaving your lips. Of course I had to. But then you said it again on my birthday,’ he continues.

‘Remember what happened on your birthday?’ I chuckle.

‘How could I ever forget?’ Henry runs his tongue over his bottom lip. ‘My naughty lady wearing a thong to the club. Still can’t believe you did that.’

I giggle. ‘You always had this dominant edge to you, but that night it was totally obvious what a dom you are.’

Henry starts to laugh, but that is mostly to mask his slight embarrassment. ‘Do you have to say it like that.’

‘Of course I’m gonna say it like that.’ I straddle his thick thighs, as it’s my favorite spot to sit on. ‘You know, I actually don’t mind it at all.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘It maybe sounds a bit dependent of me on you, but I like that I can follow you through life. That you show me how to do certain stuff, how you kinda lead me through it all. Believe it or not, I need that guidance. I need you calling for me, I need you to drive me from place to place and I need your encouragement before those book events or other events that make me nervous. What I most need are your praises.’

He smiles. ‘You’re sweet.’

‘It is? You’re sure it’s not submissive in a negative sense?’

He shakes his head. ‘Absolutely not. I get it, baby, with the life you had, it can feel nicer to be guided. I will happily be that person for you.’

I give him a kiss, a sign as a thank you. ‘It’s funny how faith works sometimes, isn’t it? You and I sign up on a sugar daddy/baby site and eventually, when we finally admitted our feelings towards one another, we’re here. As an engaged couple.’

‘It sure is amazing,’ he says, pushing up my shirt to place his rough hands on my sides. ‘Did you, Gen and Viola find some inspiration?’

‘We did some Pinteresting,’ I admit. ‘To find the perfect wedding dress. And some bridesmaids dresses. It’s just that planning with Genevieve, means probably a million dollar wedding.’

‘Okay,’ he says, but I glare at him. ‘What?’

‘We’re not having a million dollar wedding. Really, I don’t want that.’

He nods. ‘Then we’ll have a less expensive wedding,’ he chuckles. ‘Just don’t worry about the money, just whatever feels good for you.’

I smile and give him a kiss. For a few seconds, something is brewing inside my brain and it rolls out before I can even overthink it. ‘Do we need to talk about a prenup?’ I ask him. For Henry this comes totally out of the blue, because his eyes enlarge. ‘Or not?’ I quickly add. ‘We don’t need to discuss it now.’

‘You and I are not gonna get a divorce.’

‘No, no, no, I know that,’ I say, ‘it’s just that I kinda thought about it already. I think that we should have it. You worked hard for your money and I don’t want to take that away from you. Besides—despite me telling you to stop—you continue to transfer money to mine, yet refuse to let me pay for myself, so you constantly hide my credit card to give me yours.’ I send him a look, causing him to grin. ‘I have enough money to start a life for myself.’

‘But baby,’ he says, ‘even if we get a divorce in the future, before that I am planning on making you the mother of our children.’

Hearing him say that, makes me involuntarily smile. A family with Henry, I cannot believe that. ‘And?’

‘You think I’m not gonna provide for my family? I would be an absolute asshole if I did that. You can count on alimony, both for the kids and you. I’ll make sure you and I can continue to live civil with each other. Really.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Henry,’ I say with a smile, ‘you are so fucking romantic.’

‘I know. So no prenup for us and don’t you dare ever saying that again.’

‘Sure?’

‘I’m absolutely sure, baby girl.’

October 20th 10 a.m.

After Henry and I agreed on the date (April 25th, a little dirty secret of ours), he called the venue we’ve been thinking about for some time. Genevieve, Viola and I are now sitting in the Range Rover, as Henry is going to drop us off at the boutique.

‘This is so exciting, wedding dress shopping,’ Gen says. ‘Just humor me and put on a princess ball gown, please.’

‘And why would I do that?’

‘I want to have a laugh and maybe, if it actually looks decent, I’ll hire you as a birthday princess for when I have daughters.’

I roll my eyes. ‘I hate you.’

‘You love me.’

Viola laughs. ‘Well, I can’t wait for you to find the dress.’

‘Me neither,’ Henry says, holding my hand in his, before pressing a kiss on my fingers. ‘You sure you don’t want me to see it?’

‘Yes,’ I say. ‘I am one hundred percent sure. I want you to be surprised.’

‘And you better cry at the altar,’ Genevieve says, ‘otherwise I’ll force her to walk down the aisle again and again and again, until you cry. I could even help you out, you know, by punching you in the nose, that’ll make you cry.’

Henry can’t hide his amusement. ‘I’ll probably be teary eyed,’ he says. ‘That’s enough for you?’

‘No,’ Genevieve says. ‘I want the real deal. Ugly cry, snot, red blotches on your skin.’

‘I don’t,’ I say. ‘We have to take pictures later on.’

‘Okay, let’s not jump the gun,’ Viola says. ‘We’ll make sure she looks stunning in the dress, Henry. We promise.’

✤ ✤ ✤

I don’t know how many dresses I’ve tried on, but I think this might be the one. The fit is simple, but that seems like something that would be totally me. It’s on the tighter side, but with the straps loosely on my shoulders and the deeper neckline than I wanted, but not overly too much, I realize this is actually could be the one.

I show my two friends, who both have tears in their eyes. ‘This is the one, right?’ I ask them.

Always overly dramatic, Genevieve grabs some tissues and blows her nose. ‘It’s beautiful, Beck,’ she says. ‘You look like such a bride. It’s so real now.’

‘Right?’ I ask with a chuckle, mostly to cover up the fact that I want to cry. ‘It’s… It’s perfect.’

Viola stands up and gives me a hug. ‘I love you, Becky,’ she says. ‘Is it April 25th already?’

‘No, time passes by too damn slowly,’ Genevieve says, before forcing herself into the hug as well. ‘You’re gonna look like an absolute vision. If Henry doesn’t cry, I’ll skin him alive in front of the altar.’

November 3rd 4 p.m.

It’s been a long day. I spend around four hours with Genevieve and Viola looking for bridesmaids dresses and there have been a few changes made. A very significant one and it is still a shock to me.

I walk into the living room, to see Henry sitting on the couch with some papers in his hands and oh dear, he is wearing his glasses. Sometimes I feel like he is doing it on purpose, looking so perfect like that.

‘I have a confession,’ I tell him.

Henry looks up. ‘And what is that?’

‘The bridesmaids dresses are not gonna be pink.’

‘What?’ Henry asks, as he is standing up from the couch. He places his hand on my forehead when he stands in front of me. ‘Are you okay? Do I need to call a doctor?’

I swat his hand away. ‘Very funny, ha-ha. Every pink dress was not in the right shade of pink, however, I found a better color.’

‘Can I see?’

‘Of course.’ I grab my phone and show him the picture I made of Viola and Genevieve. ‘It’s sage green.’

‘Oh, I love this,’ Henry says. ‘I’ll tell the tailor, to make sure that Peter and Gino wear a tie in that color.’

‘It’s so beautiful and it feels a bit more real now,’ I whisper. ‘First a wedding dress, then these dresses.’ I blink my eyes and say: ‘I’ve been a mess this entire afternoon.’

‘Not a mess, just my emotional baby girl,’ he chuckles, giving me a kiss. ‘It’s getting more and more official now. Oh, by the way, darling. Something came for you in the mail.’

I gasp. ‘Is it what I think it is?’ I ask him, following him to the table. He hands me the envelope and I start to squeal. ‘Daddy, this is the interview for Books4U.’

‘I figured. Open up, open up,’ he says, sitting on a chair, pulling me on his lap. I rip open the envelope, careful not to ruin the magazine. I go through the pages quickly, to find the my interview.

‘How is it possible for someone to look so effortlessly gorgeous in a random cafe?’ he asks. His hands traveled from my legs to underneath my shirt. He places them on my stomach and I don’t feel like I need to have suck in my stomach. It took me quite some time to get used to it, but with his sweet words, I realized I can be myself around him. No more sucking in, needing to be perfect (which I knew for a while), but simply be comfortable as much as I needed to be.

‘It’s so crazy to think that this interview was truly happening,’ I say with a smile.

‘I’m proud of you,’ Henry says, burying his face in my neck. ‘So, so proud of you.’

December 16th 3 p.m.

I joined Henry to his tailor for the right suit, but something has been bothering him for quite some time now. He hasn’t been himself this entire morning and when the tailor walks away for just a second, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I get up from the chair to walk towards my fiancé. ‘Honey, what’s wrong?’ I ask him. ‘You don’t like it?’

‘I love it, baby, I really do,’ he says blankly, staring ahead.

‘What’s with the long face then?’

‘Just realization,’ he says, as he runs his fingers through his hair. ‘I’m going to marry the most beautiful woman on the planet and I just want to look good.’

‘But you do,’ I say, placing my hands on his hips. ‘You are the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life. Don’t you worry a thing, you’re gonna look amazing.’

‘It’s silly, just forget about it.’

‘It’s not silly.’ I stand on my toes and give him a kiss. I quickly check if there is no one within hearing distance and I say: ‘I love you and only you, daddy.’

‘Always knowing exactly how to make me feel better,’ he chuckles.

‘Of course. I’m gonna be your wife. It’s my job to make you feel better.’ I wrap my arms around his waist and he presses his lips on my forehead. ‘I love the suit. Makes your toosh look cute.’

He smiles. ‘Let me change, then we’re going home, okay?’

I nod. ‘Of course. I’ll be right here.’

Henry talks to his tailor for a few more moments after he got changed and when he walks over to me, I get up from the chair, holding his hand tightly in mine. His hand is warm and protective. As we’re going towards the car, he tugs me closer, a lot closer.

Like he needs me.

Henry can’t seem to be able to forget about it, not even when we’re in the car. His hand’s on my leg, but mostly since it’s a force of habit. I hate that he is feeling like this. I wonder what made him this insecure and unsure of himself.

‘Daddy,’ I say, since we’re in the privacy of our car, ‘are you still worrying?’

‘A little,’ he says. ‘It’s ridiculous, I’m sorry.’ Henry parks the car on his assigned parking spot underneath our building and he clenches his jaw. ‘Wait here.’ He gets out of the car and opens the door, but there is something missing.

Love.

When we’re inside of our apartment, he walks towards his liquor cabinet and grabs himself a whiskey. ‘I’m gonna be in my office.’

In other words: I want to be alone.

‘Okay, let me know if you need anything,’ I say to him. He simply nods and disappears into his office.

✤ ✤ ✤

It’s been a few hours and I still haven’t spoken to him. He has left his office, to go to the bathroom and I hear he is in the shower. I don’t even knock on the door and simply march in. ‘Are you okay?’

‘No,’ he grunts. ‘Get in here.’

He is mad and clearly frustrated. Oh dear. I shred myself from my clothing and get in the shower cabin with him. He is sitting on the tile bench, his jaw clenched. I try not to notice his hardened cock, but I do. How could one not notice?

‘Come here,’ he says, not even looking at me, patting his thigh.

I turn the shower head a little, so I can feel the hot water against my skin. I straddle his lap, like he wants me to. He places his forehead against mine and sighs deeply. My arms snake around his neck, as I press my chest against his. ‘Let me in, daddy,’ I whisper. ‘Please tell me what is bothering you.’

‘I can’t.’

‘You can. You can always tell me everything.’

He groans, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my butt. My hand reaches in between us and I wrap my fingers around his member.

‘Want me to comfort you?’ I ask him, when he isn’t quite responsive to me pleads. ‘I can do that.’

He simply nods and I rub his fiery red tip against my clit. Henry closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the tiles. When I know I can take it, I bring him near my throbbing entrance, before he slides deep inside of me. His jaw is clenches and he grunts, both from pleasure and relief from the frustration.

I take a deep breath, getting used to his length and girth. ‘Now, tell me about it,’ I say. ‘Please, daddy. Let me help you.’

He sighs. ‘I remembered something. A picture of my parents when they got married.’ It’s obvious that Henry doesn’t want to look at me, so I pull him closer. I feel him placing his chin on my shoulder and not having to look at me, is better for him. Now he can talk to me.

‘When I saw myself in that tux, specifically for our wedding, I saw that picture again.’

‘Oh,’ I whisper. ‘Did that trigger something?’

‘It did.’

‘I’m sorry, honey. But remember, you’re not your dad. We’re not your parents. You and I are totally different.’

‘He visited me again the other day,’ he says. ‘My dad. It was right after your interview came out.’

‘Oh,’ I say, a bit taken aback from the sudden bomb he dropped. ‘Did you file a restraining order against him?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, he wanted to congratulate me on our engagement,’ Henry says. ‘It’s… It was different seeing him now. He gave me that picture I just told you about. Said to me that I had to do better than he ever did, which would be easy. When he left, I got so mad, but I had to pick you up, so I pushed it aside.’

Isn’t that typical? ‘How long ago was this?’

‘Three weeks.’

‘Henry!’

‘I’m sorry, I know I should’ve told you, but I… I couldn’t. I hated feeling like this and I didn’t want to burden you.’

I sit up straighter so I can look at him again. ‘You can never burden me,’ I tell him, in a harsher tone than I intended. ‘I need you to tell me about your feelings.’

‘I’m sorry, baby,’ he whispers. ‘Shit, I’m so sorry.’

I run my fingers through his hair and he gives me a kiss. It’s a desperate one, one that deepens. He forces me to grind on his lap, his cock already twitching. ‘What do you need?’ I ask him, knowing that scolding him won’t do him any good. ‘Please, tell me what you need.’

‘You, baby girl,’ he says. ‘I need you.’

‘Then have me.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry is barely showing any mercy to me. His eyes are a few tints darker, his jaw is clenched and he has a tight grip on my body. His thrusts are growing even more rough as he would bend me in a position, exactly to his own liking.

I notice the tears running over his face and place my hands on his cheeks, wiping them away. ‘It’s okay,’ I say to him, when our eyes meet. ‘It’s okay.’

His hips stutter against mine and he gives me a kiss on my lips as he rides out his high. He nearly collapses on me, without any intention of him pulling out. With no intention. I love his weight on me, I love how no matter how tired he is, he always makes sure I won’t be crushed underneath him.

‘Daddy, are you okay? Tell me you feel better.’

‘I do,’ he says. ‘I love you. I love you so much and I should’ve told you sooner. Never keeping this quiet from you. You are my girl, my lady, my wife and I should tell you these types of things. I know that.’

‘Next time something like this happens,’ I say, ‘know that you can tell me. You can tell me anything.’

‘I know that,’ he says. He turns us around, so he is on his back and I’m on top of him. He pulls the covers over our body and holds me close to him. ‘I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

‘Of course not,’ I say. ‘You needed this, I know that.’

‘It won’t happen again,’ he promises me. ‘Like the real adult I am, I’m gonna talk about my feelings.’

‘I’m proud of you, daddy. So proud of you.’

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moonofiron · 3 years

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Ok I just wanted to write a really short and sweet smutty piece for ShikaTema. But I have failed miserably. I am too attached to Naruto-verse and all the characters in general. (Like, I'm so attached that I can't even read or watch most of NaruHina/SasuSaku smut - it feels WRONG).

There are a few after thoughts regarding this piece, too. I really enjoyed writing this. I really love ShikaTema and they were my first OTP. Hell, I didn't even know that the terms OTP or shipping existed when I started rooting for them. So, this is super close to my heart ❤️ and ✨unedited✨. I legit wrote 8.4k words on my phone and my eyes are rolling on the ground right now.

Anime: Naruto Shippuden (Set in post-Shippuden and pre-Boruto-verse.)

Characters: Shikamaru Nara x Temari Scenes with Ino, Sasuke, Naruto, Hinata, Sakura, Sai. Passing mention of Choji.

Genre: Fluff, angst, flirting, explicit sexual content 🥵, slight voyeurism, oral, raw sex

Word Count: 8.4k (yikes!)

Synopsis: Shikamaru has finally had enough of Temari’s incessant flirting

Rating: M

Minors, dni

Friends and family from all five villages had been invited to the annual Hanami Matsuri in Konoha. Hinata had invited some of Naruto's closest to their house for a brunch party before the matsuri started full swing. Hinata had cooked everything from scratch and Sakura and Ino had helped decorate her backyard with streamers and flowers. Everything looked immaculate and lovely. The boys were all specially thrilled to be getting together after such a long time.

"What a rowdy bunch," said Ino with a wide grin, a look of pride plastered on her face. Sakura grinned, too.

"Judgemental as always, Ino, I'll be joining em soon, ya know? Do you think I'm rowdy too, love? You're breaking my heart here." Shikamaru moved uncomfortably close to Ino's ear, making her squirm under his presence. He loved to lightly flirt with Ino and see her all flustered.

"Baaka janaai no? Take your charm elsewhere. Or I'm going to get Sai to beat you up one day."

"Hai hai, Ino Sensei," he winked at her and made his way to the bar to grab a beer and light a cigarette.

Sakura, visibly shaken by Shikamaru’s loose and flirtatious behaviour, grabbed Ino’s arm.

"What the hell was that, Ino?! Do...do you think he likes you?"

"What? No way. It's just an inside joke. He was the one who helped me get together with Sai, you know?"

After a long moment of admirinng the friendship she shared with Shikamaru, Ino spoke up.

"I just wish that someday he'll do something in his own i nterests, too."

"What do you mean?"

“There's someone. Loves her like a fucking dog. Like weak-in-the-knees-slash-worship-her kinda love, you know?"

"I just can’t imagine Shikamaru in the way you're describing him."

"Yeah, I get that. He really is tough to break into. Anyway, this isn't for me to share, Sakura. Let's have some of those karaage Hinata has prepared. I can't get enough of them."

Shikamaru leaned against the bar, craving a minute to himself. He wished Choji could have been there but he was away on a mission. Everyone was at the other end of the backyard or inside the house. He looked up at the sky, admiring the clouds slowly moving towards nowhere in particular. Before he could pop open the beer bottle, he noticed Temari entering with Kankuro and Gaara.

"Tsk, mendukse," he muttered under his breath.

He wasn't expecting to see Temari today. He really wasn't in the mood to be on his best behavior. The last mission had taken away a lot from him. He hadn't slept properly and he was tired. He wanted to just have a good time with the gang, maybe play some cards and get drunk out of his mind. But there she was, bright and beautiful in her stubbornness as always, making Shikamaru's heart sink and flutter all at the same time. He felt himself tighten up when she caught him looking at her.

"Hey! Shikamaru! How've you been?" she waved and shouted from across Naruto's backyard.

He waved back and put on an awkward smile.

She was walking towards him slowly. He noticed the slightly exaggerated sway in her hips and felt himself steadily losing breath. He kept his beer bottle on the table beside him and put his hands in his pockets as he waited for her to reach him.

”Hello, Temari. Wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Oh..? Why not?"

"I don't know. I thought only Kankuro would be here for the Matsuri," he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette deeply before tapping it.

"Well, I am here. And you'll show me around, yes?"

He stayed silent for a moment too long and his eyes pierced into hers. He finally broke her gaze and moved his head to the side to blow out the smoke.

"If I'm free, I'll grab ya."

"What do you mean if you're free? Is that how you treat your guests, Shikamaru-kun?" Temari tugged at his t-shirt and teased slightly, pouting at him, never leaving his gaze. She loved to see Shikamaru get awkward around her. The green of her eyes had him weak in his knees again.

Shikamaru looked down at his t-shirt bunched up in her delicate hands. She was mindlessly moving her thumb in circles against his chest. He felt a flash of an indescribable feeling and something inside him broke loose.

He held her arm and pulled her dangerously close. Temari's eyes widened and she let out an audible gasp.

"I know how to treat a guest like you very well, Temari," he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his lips barely inches away from hers.

"I... I ...Shikamaru... What..what are you doing Everyone... someone could be watching. What would they think?"

"Hmm ..what would they think, Temari?" Shikamaru spoke in a tone so cold that Temari felt a shiver go down her spine.

"Let me go, you idiot."

He gripped her arm harder, grit his teeth, and shoved his thigh between her legs. She let out a soft moan and he felt her back arch ever so slightly.

"Shik.." He suddenly let her go, leaving her too flustered to collect herself. He picked up his beer and grabbed another another one before walking towards everyone else.

"What's up, Kankuro?" he said loudly.

"Same old, genius," Kankuro patted him on the back as he took the beer bottle from him.

When Shikamaru reached the others gathered around the table, he noticed that Temari was still standing at the bar. Her hands were balled into tight fists, and from the rise and dip of her shoulders he could tell she was breathing deeply. He looked away and stopped paying attention to her for fear that he'll start coming to terms with what he had just done. And, he wasn't looking forward to that.

Shikamaru avoided Temari throughout the brunch but always caught her stealing glances at him. He could see the smirk on her face everytime she got a chance to be near him. He was losing his patience with the woman. She was deliberately brushing her hands against his. She was finding ways of leaning over him to grab food or drinks, brushing her hair against his face. Everytime she got up from the table they were all huddled around, playing poker, she made sure she lightly brushed his groin with her ass. Getting through the brunch proved to be frustrating at worst and left him breathless at best.

Everyone started leaving slowly, like people often do. They said their goodbyes and hugged and promised to do this again sometime soon. When Temari and her brothers left, Shikamaru let out a sigh of relief. Everyone had left except him and Sasuke.

"I see something's brewing in your pants, ahem, I mean your brain, you bastard," Naruto joked out loud.

"Hai hai, she's going to be the death of me." Shikamaru leaned his head back on the chair. His eyes followed a lone cloud.

"Well, then, you shouldn't have given her a taste of you like that at the bar, ya know?" Sasuke smirked.

"I'm sick of your eyes seeing everything everywhere. Mendukse ne. Tsk." Shikamaru let out a puff of smoke.

"Don't worry, no one noticed you both doing whatever the fuck you were doing throughout. They were all drunk, anyway."

"Yeah, not worried. Alright, gotta do some stuff before the matsuri starts, boys. Jaana!"

Shikamaru walked out of Naruto’s and clutched the green clip he'd bought for Temari long back. He carried it everywhere in order to be prepared to give it to her should the occasion arise. Perhaps it was his way of having a little control over this situation. He started to make his way to his home but thought better of it and walked towards the inn he knew Temari was staying at. She always stayed there because of how pretty and secluded it was. It gave her a chance to be away from her two brothers.

When he reached, he paced back and forth. His nerves were catching up to him.

"What if she gets angry? What if she never talks to me again?" His mind was over-flowing with questions he had no answers to. Questions he didn’t want answers to.

He got tired of thinking through the details and just went ahead, fully aware that his actions didn't align with the kind of man he was. But, over the years he'd realised that this was one matter he couldn't rationalise. He couldn't plan or predict this. He couldn't fit it into a strategy or logic. All he knew for certain was that he came undone everytime Temari so much as looked at him. He found himself perched on the balcony of her room.

She was going for a bath. Once she entered the bath, Shikamaru jumped inside the room and made himself comfortable as he leaned against the shelf on the wall infront of the washroom. He blended in with the room, completely still and quiet, as he waited for Temari to come out. He just wanted to talk. Just wanted to see her again. Be near her, again.

He waited for about 20 minutes, his mind a wilderness amd tangle of multiple ways he would explain what he was doing in her room, before she stepped out. When she did, she was naked and drenched in water, a scenario he hadn’t thought through. The water droplets made her body glitter in the soft early-evening sunlight. Shikamaru involuntarily gasped and bit his lip. Despite himself, he scanned her top to bottom as she mumbled something to herself. She looked absolutely stunning. He wanted nothing more than to love her with his entire being. Something tugged hard at his insides, he felt a drunkenness swallow him whole.

"Ugh, I don't know why I always forget to take my towel in the bath, it's so cold, fuck" mumbled Temari to herself as she looked around for the towel. She had goosebumps all over her body from the cool air. She was running late for the Matsuri, too. Her yukata was not ironed yet. Her phone kept buzzing and all of it was driving her up the wall. To top it all, she couldn't stop thinking about how Shikamaru had shoved his thigh between her legs earlier. How less it had taken for her to just yield. In the chaos, she completely missed Shikamaru, comfortable beside the shelf, quietly admiring her.

She bent down to pick up the towel on wooden stool right next to the washroom door. "I can't believe the towel was here all along, tsk. Where is my mind today?"

As she started getting up, she found herself unable to move. Terror painted her face. Back muscle? Slipped disc? A hundred explanations ran through her head before something made her unclench her hand around the towel, making it fall on the floor. A force made her sit still on the stool. It made her spread her legs and move her hands to her nipples, pulling them, all against her will. She gasped at her own touch, bewildered. She struggled to break out of whatever the fuck was happening but her limbs wouldn't listen to her.

Shikamaru quitely walked towards her and stroked her face gently. He bent down, his lips just a hair's length from Temari's ears.

"Kaagemane no jutsu, sekko," whispered Shikamaru hoarsely.

"Sh..shikamaru..wha...what's the meaning of..." she felt a darkness shove itself down her throat. Shikamaru had used his shadows to bind her throat as well as stop her from speaking.

"You're going to sit tight and do exactly what I want you to." He knew Temari was utterly baffled and terrified. Her face made it very clear.

"I won't take you to the matsuri otherwise, Temari," smirked Shikamaru.

He could feel the heat from her body. He moved back, his eyes tracing each and every part of it.

"You're gorgeous, you know?" he said as he settled in a chair in front of her. Shikamaru noticed that Temari's soft breasts perked up involuntarily at his words. He spread his legs to mirror her. He wanted to appear collected and he lit a cigarette to calm himself down. His insides felt gooey. He slowly pulled out the shadow from her mouth so she could breathe.

"Feel better?"

Temari gagged and panted and slowly nodded, her chin was covered with her own drool. She looked like a dream, she looked absolutely unreal to Shikamaru. His hands itched, his breath faltered, and he could feel the hair on his neck stand up.

Too embarrassed and shocked and scared and aroused all at once, Temari looked away from Shikamaru's piercing eyes.

"Shi...Shikamaru..ple..please. What do you think you're doing? This is..." she spoke in a strong voice but Shikamaru could hear the slight tremble.

He lost his patience and cut her off meanly.

"What do you think you were doing at the brunch? Strutting around all pretty for me like that. Hmm?"

"For you?" Temari mustered the courage to bite back, her eyebrows rose.

Temari felt a deep blush rising in her cheeks when Shikamaru didn't move or say anything. He usually couldn't bear to look at her in the eyes for more than half a minute. But today, his gaze was unwavering.

After a momemt, Shikamaru took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, a baritone she'd never heard escape his soft lips.

"You think I'm blind? You think I wouldn't notice, hmm? All that unintentional brushing against me? All that pouting and tugging at my t-shirt? Your ass grinding my cock everytime we squeezed through that corridoor? Your tits in my fucking face infront of everyone?"

He tried to calm himself down. He was aware he was going a bit too far.

"The way you leaned into me when I grabbed your arm? The way your nipples hardened underneath your thin dress? Your little moan, the subtle arch in your back when I shoved my thigh between your legs? The way your lips parted? The way your wet tongue almost darted out?"

Temari's cheeks were a burning red now. So, clearly, he had noticed. She was never sure with him. She knew he was perceptive but she'd been hinting since years now, and he had never ever made a move. Even though she'd caught a kind of hunger in his face a million times, she always thought she was making it up in her own head. Of course, she'd never been this explicit with her hints, but she only got the courage because of the way Shikamaru had handled her at the bar. A little teasing as revenge for getting a woman like her so flustered wouldn't hurt, she'd thought.

But, she also hadn't expected this kind of a reaction from Shikamaru. She really thought he would just be his usual awkward self. Shikamaru taking charge of the situation woke in her something that she didn’t understand . She was steadily growing moist under his watch, her thighs were slippery, and she was throbbing for his touch.

Was he doing this just to get back at her for all of her friendly flirting? Or was there something else she was missing? Had she really fallen for someone she didn't know at all?

She felt her head snap in Shikamaru's direction.

"Look at me," he grit his teeth.

She felt her left hand moving to her growing wetness and her right tugging at her own nipple. Shikamaru's small smile told her he was helplessly enjoying himself. She gasped and moaned uncontrollably as he made her rub her clit against her will.

"That's it, love, let me watch you rub yourself," he bit his lip. His eyes were filled with the same hunger she'd witnessed so many times before. So it was real. It had always been real. He sucked in a breath through his teeth.

It took Shikamaru every ounce of strength and control to keep himself from just taking her right there and then. He was suppressing years of pent up frustration and desire. He was very hot and very bothered and his joggers were getting way too tight for him.

His jutsu made Temari touch herself exactly like how he'd imagined so many times before. He made her rub herself agonizingly slow, pinch her nipples hard, and then suddenly made her right hand drop to her throbbing cunt, too. He made her decrease the pressure on her clit and shove two fingers inside of herself.

Her moans filled the room and Shikamaru felt his face burn. She looked like a goddess. He wanted, so badly, to get on his knees and just lick her, feel the warmth of her thighs around his face, feel her gushing in his mouth. He wanted nothing but to love this woman with the entirety of his being. He ran his hands through his hair to focus himself and catch his breath.

Her eyes, a mixture of anger and love and arousal, hadn’t left his since he’d made her snap her head in his direction. He loved that she was standing up to him in her own way. His eyes hadn't left her body, her face, her fingers working in and around her cunt. His mouth watered and cock twitched at the sloppy noises her fingers and wetness made.

She begged for release. It took her a while but her arousal made her shed all fear or embarrassment. She'd found the comfort his presence always gave her, the usual sense of security she felt around him was back. His greed and hunger for her was painted on his face, clear as day.

"Fas...faster, ple...please Shika..I can't.." she breathed helplessly, her sentence punctuated by moans.

"Time for another finger, love," Shikamaru sucked in his lower lip as her finger moved at his will.

Temari felt a heat bloom in her core and her legs shivered from the intensity of it all.

As he made her fuck herself with three fingers, she suddenly felt her left hand move away from her clit and then come down crashing. She realised Shikamaru was making her slap her clit, not once, not twice, but repeatedly and in quick successions. She moaned out his name out of habit.

"Fuck, look at you moaning my name, you look so beautiful, Temari. My name on your lips like that, it's making me harder." He teased her in a silky voice.

Temari had lost all control by now. She was writhing as much as Shikamaru allowed her to, the stool under her was about give away, and her wrists ached from all the work Shikamaru was making her do.

"Shika...Shikamaru, I'm gonna.. I'm gonna..."

She suddenly felt her hands move away from her swollen cunt. She clenched around emptiness and throbbed for him, realising that he'd denied her any kind of release.

"Shikamaru, please, please... please..." she panted, sweaty and messy.

"Please what?"

"Pl...please let me..," she gulped. She was so embarrassed she was saying this out loud. Infront of him.

"Let you what?"

"Please, let me cum," she mumbled.

"Yeah? Look at the mess you've made, love. Do you want me to help you clean up?" His shadow made her head bend down to look at the pool she'd given birth to. Temari nodded lightly and that's all it took for Shikamaru to get on his knees and bring his mouth to her soft cunt. He kept her bound by his shadows so she couldn't move. He rested his calloused hands on her inner thighs and gave her a long lick all the way from her moist and throbbing opening to her cute little button of a clit. The voice that escaped her throat gave Shikamaru goosebumps.

"I love you," moaned Temari in a whisper.

Shikamaru's ears were now warm and beet red, his face buried harder between her thighs and his fingers dug into her skin. He loved her. God, he loved her so much. He loved every little thing she did, every noise that escaped her lips. Every time her body jerked from his touch, it sent his mind in a frenzy.

The cold metal of his earrings against her inner thighs made her shiver. His sharp hair tickled her. She moaned out his name again as he moved his tongue in and out of her quickly. He felt her clench around his tongue. He brought his thumb to her clit and rubbed it in quick and dirty circles, the metal of his rings cool and electrifying. He looked up at her face with the same hunger in his eyes that always made Temari skip a beat.

"Say, how many times have you moaned out my name like this, Temari?" he whispered and went back to giving her soft, gentle licks.

Temari blushed a beautiful pink again and bit her lip. She found it extremely hard to form a coherent sentence, the way his mouth and hands were handling her was perfect.

"I..I've ...I've lost...co..unfff..count."

He smiled against her skin and showered her wetness with kisses and nibbles. He inserted a finger as he lapped up her clit and felt her clench again, this time around his finger. He curled his finger and Temari let out a small whimper. He moved his finger in and out and slowly inserted a second and third one till she was panting, his thin and long tongue never ceasing to flutter around her clit.

"Shika...Shika I'm gonna..I'm gonna cum. Do...don't stop"

At this, Shikamaru ceased all movement. It took him immense control to leave her wanting like that, again. But, it had to be done. He didn’t understand why but he wanted her to beg, not hint anymore. He'd had enough of her innocent flirting and teasing and it was his turn to have her writhing before him.

"Are...are you serious!?" shouted Temari.

A loud gutteral sound escaped Temari's lips. She'd been edged twice in the last half an hour and she hated it. She hated that Shikamaru won't let her cum. But it felt so good. The way he looked at her, talked to her, touched her, it was all unbearable.

Shikamaru lightly traced her lips with his fingers and then shoved them in her mouth. She licked herself off his fingers hungrily and Shikamaru's cock rose, eliciting a small playful chuckle from Temari. He smiled back at her. His lips and chin glistened with Temari's slick. He licked it clean and then walked back to the chair. She throbbed for release but she could see Shikamaru had other plans.

Without further delay, Shikamaru picked up her towel and dried her hair as she sat still, bound by his jutsu. He dressed her up in her dark blue Yukata.

"Shikmaru, please, I won't be able to bear it," Temari said as Shikamaru tied her obi.

"Bear what?" he cooed in her ear and cocked his head innocently.

"You're a fucking bastard. How are you planning to do my hair? Obviously I can't step out like this." Temari fumed.

Shikamaru moved behind her as his shadows made her sit in front of the mirror. Her entire body ached from being controlled like a puppet for so long. She felt Shikamaru's fingers comb through her hair and her eyes closed.

When she opened her eyes finally, she gasped in surprise at how beautiful she looked. Shikamaru had perfectly done up her hair.

She also noticed a green clip he'd slid in one of her pony tails. It was a delicate branch of leaves, studded with small embralds. She was standing in front of him now, her body pressed against his.

"Where and when did you learn to do a girl's hair?"

"Oh, I have a few daughters spread around town. Why? Jealous?" mocked Shikamaru.

Temari glared at him.

"The clip is beautiful. Thank you."

"It suits you. Brings out your eyes." He murmured, unable to stop himself from kissing her jaw. He mentally kicked himself for saying something so cheesy instead of a simple welcome.

"Let's go, I've to show you around the Hanabi Matsuri, no?"

"B..but, Shikamaru?"

"Hmm?" he asked as he trailed his fingers along her long neck.

"My..my panties...?" Temari was blushing so hard that Shikamaru couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He loved being cocky with her.

"No panties today," he whispered and spanked her ass loudly, making her jump as much as she could while being bound with his jutsu.

Only when they reached the Matsuri did Shikamaru free her of his jutsu. Finally free of him, she could do whatever she wanted to. She wanted him right then and there. But, there were so many people around, it was as good as being tied up.

"I'll be right behind you, Temari," whispered Shikamaru as he lightly squeezed her ass in the crowd. She could feel her thighs slipping against each other as she walked uncomfortably. She was still a slobbering mess and all of this teasing wasn't helping. Shikamaru was his usual self, not a hint of discomfort in his voice.

They went from stall to stall, eating and chatting, meeting up with everyone when Shikamaru caught her looking intently at a pair of kunai. She was caressing the blades and the handle, appreciating the craft.

"I can carve your name on it, too!" said the seller.

"Oh really? That's amazing!"

"What are you looking at?" Shikamaru leaned on the table full of decorative kunai as he popped a handful of peanuts in his mouth.

"Nothing, I really love this pair. It would look spectacular in my collection. I have a decorative pair from wherever I've been. Don't have one from Konoha for some reason."

"Hmm." He frowned. After a pause he said, a bit unsure, "Will you let me get these for you?"

"What? Why? No! I can get them. It's cool."

He took her hands in his and kissed her fingers.

"Yeah, I know. But I want to get these for you."

"I really couldn't. You got me the clip, too!"

"Who said the clip is yours?"

"Uhh... why'd you put it in my hair then?" embarrassed at the assumptions she'd made.

Shikamaru burst out laughing.

"I'm messing with you. I got the clip for you long back. Just...never got a chance to give it to you." A sad smile lingered on his face for a fraction of a seocnd. Temari blushed and looked away from his piercing gaze. What the hell was it with his eyes today. They just wouldn’t let her go.

"Please, let me get the kunai for you. It would mean so much to me." Shikamaru murmured softly against her hands.

"Hmm. Alright, I guess you owe me that much," she winked and gave him a shy smile.

Shikamaru's face lit up and he smiled so brightly that Temari wanted nothing more than to smother him with kissEd. He looked like a child who had just been given a box full of candies.

"I ..want to get today's date carved on it too."

"Yeah? Why?"

"I'd like to remember today."

"Why?" a shy smile spread across Shikamaru's face.

"Stop it."

"Here you go, love." He handed her the bag.

As Temari peeked into the packet, she heard Ino, Sakura, and Hinata coming over to them. When Naruto pulled Shikamaru aside to check out another stall, Ino pounced on the chance.

"How's it going, Temari?" asked Ino.

"Great! I'm just exploring. A little tired, really."

"Hmmmmm. Tired from the journey or....?" Ino teased knowingly and Sakura and Hinata laughed.

"What..what do you mean?" Temari asked, wide-eyed.

"Oh come on! We all know what you've been up to," said Sakura and winked at her.

"I have no idea what you girls are talking about."

"Temari, the three of us had come to pick you up at the inn because you weren't picking up your phone," Hinata jumped in, failing to keep a straight face. Temari's face went pale and she looked the other way.

"We could hear some very interesting noises so we thought we'll leave you be," Sakura giggled.

"Hey, it's alright. This'll stay between us. We're just messing with you." reassured Ino.

"We're happy for you Temari. This was long due. We've been rooting for you both." chimed in Hinata.

"Girls, he's killing me," Temari finally broke down.

"Well, you've been toying with him since years. Let him have some fun."

"I haven't been toying with him. I love him. He's just dense."

"He's anything but dense," Hinata cut Temari off and all three girls looked at her, surprised. "He's..he's not dense. Just really considerate."

"Sooooo, Te-ma-ri chan, is he any good in bed?" snickered Sakura to break the awkward silence.

"We...we haven't...we haven't really done anything yet," stuttered Temari.

"What? What was all that screaming and moaning out his name for?" probed Sakura. The girls couldn't stop giggling.

"Well...we..uh...he just..."

"What are you all gossiping about? Ino, 20 bucks if I win the shooting game." challenged Sai. He was walking over to the girls with Shikamaru, Sasuke, and Naruto.

"Ohhh? Let's see who wins then." Both of them walked to the shooting stall hand in hand. Sasuke noticed Temari blushing and he glanced at Shikamaru, amused.

"Do y'all wanna have Ramen?" asked Naruto. "Sure, let's go!" "Let's wait for Ino and Sai."

Ino returned victorious, mocking Sai. The 4 couples walked towards the ramen stall, bantering and mocking each other about something or the other. The crowd was thinning steadily, the after-hours of the festival full of laughter and chatter. Temari felt Shikamaru's hand snake around her waist.

"I can't wait to take this Yukata off off you, Temari," Shikamaru whispered. They'd fallen a few steps behind.

"You look so beautiful. I bet you're still wet from earlier." He spoke in a silky voice against the sweaty skin of her neck and softly bit her ear. His hand cupped her heat and Temari slapped his hand away, making him chuckle.

Temari stayed absolutely still. When she didn't say anything, Shikamaru frowned.

"What's... what's wrong?" Shikamaru asked, concerned. Back in his senses now, he faltered and blushed at what he'd just said and done.

Temari spoke hurriedly like a quick rainstorm, "Please, can we go back to the inn? Make me yours already. I've been yearning for you since so long. And now I know you have been, too. It's plain as day that we both want eachother, why won't you just take me back? Why subject me to all this waiting? Haven't we waited for so long already? It doesn't make any sense."

Shikamaru felt his knees giving away but he steadied himself and softened his tone. He turned her around and pecked her jaw and the insides of her wrists. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he said, "Just a little bit longer, love. Let's eat with the gang first. I promise I'll make you feel so good once we get home, princess." "Shikamaru, everyone...everyone knows about us..." "So?" "So? You're okay with that?" "Why wouldn't I be? I would like to make it very clear that you're mine." "Oh..."

"Oi, you two lovebirds. Get here quick. We'll lose our spot otherwise," shouted Naruto.

Shikamru grabbed her hand and walked towards the restaurant. They all settled in on the low outdoor benches and Shikamaru made Temari sit on his thigh, his left hand wrapped around her waist. Temari felt awkward at first but she leaned into him when she saw so many couples around her.

Even Hinata, the shyest of them all, was sitting in Naruto's lap, wrapped around him like a child. She blushed when she noticed Naruto's hand stroking Hinata's waist softly. She caught him whispering sweet nothings in Hinata's ears as Hinata smiled shyly. Sakura, too, was sitting between Sasuke's legs. Sasuke was putting a flower in her hair as he spoke about some mission with all of them. Ino's legs were in Sai's lap as he drew mindless circles on her thighs with his fingers.

The atmosphere was so drunken and happy and full of love that she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. There were fairy-lights everywhere and red lanterns swayed back and forth in the gentle wind. Flower petals and leaves blew around them. The laughter and cling and clatter of the utensils made her feel alive.

When they had ordered and were mid-conversation, Temari suddenly pecked Shikamaru on his cheek, stopping him mid-sentence. He raised his eyebrows and pecked her nose and continued talking about how he beat Asuma in a training session and everyone listened to him intently. She noticed that his hands never left her. She eased in completely, never having known such familiarity in an unfamiliar place. The sake was rich, the ramen was perfect, and the company was warm.

Late at night when all of them were buzzed and tired, they said their goodbyes. The three girls winked at Temari as she felt Shikamaru squeeze her ass for the tenth time that night. //

"I can't wait for the saucy details. I'm not letting Temari go without telling us everything." Sakura spoke hurriedly to Ino and Hinata.

"Temari is the one I was talking about earlier today, Sakura! I didn't think things would happen so fast! Did you see him, he didn't let her out of his sight or hands for a single second," Ino giggled.

"He's addicted! But, you both should just leave them be now. Don't go around spying on them!" Hinata laughed and blushed at the same time.

"Oh, he's more than addicted, I'm sure of it," said Ino.

"Hina, let's go babygirl," Naruto called out in a hoarse voice. Hinata blushed a deep red, knowing the girls will tease her about her nick-name forever now.

"Haha! Go on babygirl! See you tomorrow!" Ino and Sakura teased her. The girls giggled and hugged before leaving.

Temari and Shikamaru walked towards nowhere in particular.

"So, your place or mine?" asked Shikamaru. He chuckled as he stroked her face. He wanted to kiss her lips so much.

"How about yours?" Temari was finally in her element and she fingered is t-shirt like she had at the brunch. She looked at him with her deep green eyes and Shikamaru felt himself losing control.

"God, I want you so bad, Temari. Tsk. You've no idea." He held her hands and kissed her fingers.

They walked quietly, enjoying the cool breeze.

"Shikamaru, why haven't you ever made a move? I don't think that you've only just realised how I feel about you."

Shikamaru took a deep breath but stayed quiet.

"Well?"

He stopped and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Temari, I am only going to say this once... All these years, I was scared that you were just playing with me. You've had several boyfriends, too. I've literally given you advice on how to make up with them. And so I never knew what to make of all your teasing and flirting. I didn't think you felt for me the way I do for you... In fact, I don't think you can ever feel for me the way I feel for you."

He paused.

"The last mission took a lot away from me, Temari. When I saw you today, toying with me again like that, something snapped in me. I acted on an impulse that I usually keep under control. But, seeing you react the way you did to me today told me more than enough." He gave her a small smile. Temari stood still, her face betrayed nothing.

"Let's go," whispered Shikamaru. "Hmm."

When they reached Shikamaru's flat, Temari spent a minute looking around. Everything was immaculate and in place. She was admiring all the photos on the wall when she felt Shikamaru quickly untie her obi. Her breath hitched in her throat and she softly moaned out his name.

"Hmm?"

"I wasn't toying with you. I never have."

"Yeah?"

"Hmm."

He had her naked and pressed against his body in a matter of seconds. He began to untie her hair but Temari stopped him. "Leave the clip be."

He bit the insides of his cheek to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. His hands roamed around her body hungrily. He kissed and nibbled at her neck and shoulders and she kept her hands on his as he trailed them all over her breasts and stomach, halting at her inner thighs. She moved her hips slowly against him.

He drew light circles around her left nipple and greedily squeezed her right thigh. Temari gasped at the pressure and Shikamaru turned her around. He held her face tenderly, pulled her close, and finally kissed her lips. He came alive under her touch. The greed with which Temari sucked on his lips made him shiver and lose breath. He smiled against her flesh and walked her towards the sofa in his living room, kissing her all the while. He made her sit down, lightly held her chin, and made her look up at him.

"Spread your legs, Temari," his voice hoarse from desire.

He held the backrest of the sofa with his left hand, dug his right knee on the sofa, and bent over her. Temari wrapped her hand around his left hand, and her other stroked his hair. He lightly touched her moist folds with two fingers and let out a small grunt at how wet she was. He lazily rubbed her clit, his eyes never leaving hers. He took in her supple body full of scars from missions. The way she, finally, fully arched her back at his touch, offering herself to him. The way her naked nipples hardened against his moist tongue. The way goosebumps decorated her entire body. Her reaction to his touch sent his mind in a chaos. What happened in the afternoon was nothing compared to how she blossomed under him now.

As soon as she tugged at his t-shirt, he removed his clothes, just his black briefs on him. Temari took him in, he looked like a sculpture. He appeared so lean clothed but his arms were huge and his chest was stunning. The light hair sprinkled all over softened his hard chest and chiselled face. Temari couldn't take her eyes off his torso, she was practically drooling. Shikamaru felt his face heating up at her gaze. He'd never been looked at like that.

"Like what you see, princess?" he spoke when he recovered from all her oggling.

"Hmm," she smiled coyly and bit her lips.

She saw his briefs stretching, the bulge too prominent to miss. She moved her face towards his clothed cock and licked the tip eliciting a groan from him. She moved her face to the side of his waist and tongued the waistband of his briefs. She took the waistband in between her teeth and pulled his briefs down. His cock slapped his stomach as it broke free from being constrained for so long. Shikamaru stayed absolutely still, breathing heavily, his eyes never leaving hers.

Temari gave his cock a slow, wet lick from the base to the tip and he twitched, lightly slapping her cheek. She showered it with moist kisses and fluttered her tongue around his pale pink and warm head.

"Fuck..." Shikamaru suddenly grabbed Temari and flipped her around.

"On your knees, ma'am."

Before Temari could even settle in, she felt his cock rubbing against at her clit. She looked back at him as she moved with him.

"So eager, Shika..ahh fuck,"

Shikamaru thrust three fingers inside her before she could complete her sentence, taking her by surprise. His other hand bunched up her hair. He moved his fingers hard and fast. He noticed Temari's toes curling and her head digging into the backrest. He leaned over her and kissed her back and neck before he spoke.

"You're doing so well baby, let me feel you cumming around my fingers," he spoke in a soft voice.

"I...I'm gonna...cum."

Shikamaru felt his heart beating like a hummingbird as he felt Temari clench around his fingers and he felt a warmth coating his hands and his cock. She whimpered quietly, her voice lost from the powerful orgasm, at finding the release she had been denied all day. Shikamaru pulled out his fingers, positioned his cock at her cunt, and dug his hands in her waist as he slowly began to enter her.

"Shika..Shikmaru, plea.. I can't.." Temari panted, still recovering from her orgasm.

"Shhh, you're taking me so well baby, just a little bit more." He slowed down even more, giving her time to adjust. Her thighs shivered as she eased around him and took him in.

"You're easing around me just fine, princess. I promise I'm gonna be slow." murmured Shikamaru against her flesh.

He slowly started moving and increased his pace, and Temari's moans got louder with each thrust, till she was screaming out his name, till she was babbling nonsense. His hands travelled everywhere across her body hungrily. Shikamaru's face burned, his heart fluttered, and he felt like a million little butterflies had just taken birth in his belly. He never wanted to hear anything else from Temari except whatever escaped her petal-like lips as he fucked her. She held his hand tight.

"Fuck..ahh" He loved the way she cussed in a small voice before he felt her gushing around him again; the profanity morphed into something lovely coming from her wet mouth. He felt himself buckling as he thrust himself inside her hard and pulled out, eliciting an ungodly voice from Temari.

He flipped her around again, and positioned himself between her legs. He entered her again, slowly, and cupped her right breast with his hand and took her left nipple in his mouth. A sigh of relief left Temari's lips as she stroked his hair.

He moved in and out of her gently and his lips made their way up to her neck, nibibling and kissing her chest and shoulders and arms till he buried his face in her neck, settling in.

Temari's hands roamed all over his body and finally came to rest on his shoulders, her legs were hitched around his waist. She could see his back and hips flex with each thrust. It made her clench harder around him and arch her back into him. They moved together, taking each other in as much as they could, Shikamaru nibbled and sucked on her neck and she circled her tongue around his earrings.

He panted and her broken sighs followed with every thrust. They were lost in the way they both came undone with each other, the messy, sloppy sound of his cock moving in and out of her the only thing that pulled them back to reality.

"Shikamaru, I'm gonna.. gonna...unfff."

He could feel her tightening around him like never before before she suddenly loosened up. She came around his cock, growing so wet that he slipped out of her. He pushed himself back inside her, making her bite his neck, and started fucking her relentlessly. Overstimulated, Temari suddenly shivered violently and squirted.

"That's it, love. Such a good girl."

He didn't break his pace and Temari's nails dug into his back, scratching him everywhere. Shikamaru grit his teeth so he wouldn't make a sound as she used his body to calm down. After what seemed like like a blissful eternity of short and quick thrusts, Shikamaru pulled out again and sat up on the sofa, his legs spread open. He kissed the entirety of her legs, waiting for her to recover from her orgasm. When he saw she'd calmed down, he held Temari's waist and brought her on top of him.

"I want to watch you," he murmured against her breasts. The intensity with which he looked at her made Temari uncontrollably shy and she felt a raw heat taking flight in her belly and face.

"Haven't you watched me enough already?" she panted, still out of breath, hinting at what he'd done to her after brunch.

"It's never going to be enough."

She breathed heavily on his skin as she felt his cock twitching against her clit. She involuntarily moved against his hardness, making him grunt.

Shikamaru traced her outline and took her breasts in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at them, as she moved slowly. She took his cock in her hand and positioned it, and then sat on him in one go, making Shikamaru throw his head back and dig his fingers in her hips.

"fuck."

He recovered and watched her slowly grind against him and sucked a breath in through his gritted teeth.

"Fuck, Temari, you're dri... what the hell?" his head suddenly snapped at the windows. He looked pissed, his eyebrows suddenly sharper. Confused, Temari looked at the windows as well.

Shikamaru drew the curtains shut with his shadows. They heard giggles and quick footsteps outside until everything went quiet.

"I bet it's Sakura and Ino," giggled Temari.

He felt her tighten around him.

"Oh, you like that, huh? Being watched like that?"

"N..no! They've been after my life for ‘details’."

"Would you like to put a show on for the girls?" he asked in a small whisper. He felt her clench around him again. He twitched inside her, at the thought of everyone watching him make her his. "I think it's you who'd like to put on a show, no?" challenged Temari.

Shikamaru blushed and then came alive with a child-like laughter. He held her head and brought it to his neck. He kissed her head and then without a warning, he started fucking her hard, and faster, than before. She bit down on his neck, marking him pink and purple, as he fucked her till she lost her voice and came around him in quick successions again. Spent and tired, she clung to him like a child. Shikamaru got up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom, all the while throbbing inside her.

He laid her down on his bed and spooned her. Shikamaru was hard as a rock and ready to go but he knew Temari was too spent. He gave her small nibbles and bites as he traced her body with his hands, fingering all her scars.

"You never said anything, you know?

"What do you mean?"

"When I said I love you."

"Hmm. Should I have said something?"

"Yes," she replied curtly.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I don't know. Anything."

"Let me say it to you in my way?" he murmured.

"And what way is that?" she turned her head to look at him, frowning.

He made her lick his hands and stroked his cock, wetting it before he entered her ever so slowly. He lifted her leg and hooked it on his arm as they both looked deep into each other's eyes. Both of them gasped as his balls kissed her clit. Temari felt fuller than before and Shikamaru's face felt hot.

"Rub yourself," Shikamaru whispered.

Temari immediately complied and he felt her ass digging into his belly. He moved inside of her in slow and hard thrusts for a while before Temari felt his pace faltering. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows in question. She bit her lip and nodded quickly.

Temari came around him again. She couldn't bear how intimate it all was. The moment she tightened around him, he grunted, hid his face in her hair, and came inside of her, his warmth spreading everywhere inside her.

They both passed out before Shikamaru had a chance to slip out of her.

Right before sunrise, Shikmaru woke up, his limp cock still buried in Temari. He pulled out slowly and Temari stirred. He covered her up with a blanket and went to the washroom to freshen up. Itching for a cigarette, he went downstairs to his balcony. He lightly pinched himself to check if he was in a dream. Then he muttered at his own stupidity. When he made his way upstairs, she was snoring lightly. He sat beside her. After an hour or so of just observing her, he felt himself getting hard. He leaned his head back on the headrest. "Mendukse onna," he muttered under his breath, genuinely tired of his own arousal for her.

He slowly moved between her legs and started to lightly nibble at her clit. He placed small kisses on her mound. When he couldn't control himself, he dove in, lapping up her pussy messily. She sighed and moaned deeply as she rose from her deep sleep. She jerked and came quickly on his tongue.

"Morning, baby," Shikamaru murmured against her spasming thighs. "Morning," Temari whispered, slightly out of breath.

He quickly came up to spoon her again and showered her neck with kisses, making her laugh. That same laugh that had made him realise he'd fallen in love with her. That same laugh that had made him realise that he didn't only appreciate her as a friend, didn't only have immense respect for her, didn't only have this need to be a better person for her, but also wanted her to be entirely his. He kissed her lips deeply, his heart beating so loudly he thought he would faint. They lay there, kissing each other for a long time.

"Shikamaru, I want...I want a life with you." "Me too, baby," he whispered against her back. "I want...I want a nice house with you, I want to take care of you, I want to go on missions with you." He stilled. After a brief pause, she mustered the courage to say something she'd only ever dreamed of. "I want... I want a child with you." His eyes widened. It took him a moment to recover but to Temari's surprise he took it quite well. "Yeah? Only if it'll have your eyes." "And your hair," she said way too quick. "But, only after some time. I want to spend time with you first. I want your undivided attention for a while."

He turned her around and kissed her deep again. He then held her waist and made her sit on his face. Temari gasped.

"I can't get enough of you Temari. Stay for a while. Please don't go back just yet." He spoke against her thighs. He lazily licked her swollen clit, taking his sweet time. She rode his face slow and then gradually increased her pace to match the messy and quick way his tongue loved her. She moaned his name hoarsely as she gushed around his mouth again. She felt him smiling against her throbbing wetness.

She moved to sit down on his groin, rubbing his cock against her wetness. Shikamaru folded his hands behind his head as he watched her sleepily. As she took him inside her, he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. She slowly moved on top of him, her breasts hovered over his chest and face.

"Cum for me, Shikamaru," she whispered as she increased her pace. She felt his balls harden and scrunch up against her ass and he shivered and moaned out her name. He thrusted her hard thrice and Temari felt him cumming inside her again. She lied down on top of him and he stroked her hair, her clip shone bright in the soft morning sunlight.

He kissed her forehead. "I love you."

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Afterthoughts

I think the whole idea of Ino and Sakura being so nosy really fits in well with the whole dynamic. I really enjoyed crafting the dialogue. I think the slightly voyeuristic undertone to this piece has really been derived from Ino and Choji spying on ShikaTema in the anime. A lot of fanart also has Ino and Choji in the background. And so, it isn’t really kinky or dirty sex here, but more about bringing out that old-school friendship that Shikamaru shares with Ino and others.

I have deliberately removed Choji from this piece. I don’t know but I dont think I can ever write Choji well. I also feel that Shikamaru would actually share girl problems with Ino or Naruto. But for all other life stuff, he would actually talk to Choji. I also really enjoyed writing the internal struggle that Shikamaru faced. The hair clip was really only put in the story to bring out his need to plan and prepare for something that he knows is totally out of his control.

I found it tough to write Temari’s strong character at first (specially in the scene where she’s kinda tied up) but I realised that she doesn’t have to be strong with and around Shikamaru. That’s largely what draws me to them. The whole idea of both of these calm and strong characters going batshit crazy for each other is really an HC for me, haha. Both of them are so secure in and sure of each other’s strength - they really don’t have to put up a facade.

The scene where Shikamaru buys the Kunai for Temari is really a manifestation of his respectful love™ for Temari. He wants to buy her the world but he also understands that she’s fully capable of doing that herself. He understands that she has a strong sense of ‘I can get stuff done on my own’ and doesn’t want to step on it. He merely wants to feel included in her life. He wants to get her things that will remind her of him when he’s away. He wants to be in every corner of her life, as he wants her to be in every corner of his life. Idk if I am articulating this well but this is a dynamic I really fkn DIG.

#shikatema #shikamaru x temari #shikamaru nara #Temari #naruto #naruto shippuden #ShikaTema smut #fanfica

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In The Rain. (Chris Evans x Reader)

Summary: Can a classic case of miscommunication be solved before the rain puts out the flickering light of love?

Warnings: trash. lmao. this is better than my radio silence, so... lol... fluffy, angsty (you know the drill)

Word Count: ~2k

The lights flickered for only a second when the bright streaks that painted the sky were followed by deafening claps of thunder that shook your house. The rain was heavy as it pounded against the windows and the harsh winds were no kinder, but they were nothing compared to storm brewing within you.

A deep sigh escaped you as the blanket around your shoulders slipped off and pooled around your waist. You had a warm coffee in one hand and a book in the other while you sat at your reading nook watching the dark sky. It was a collection of poetry with several multicolored Post-It flags sticking out from its pages. Each color represented a feeling a poem elicited, and you found yourself flipping to those with a dark blue flag – the color of sorrow, heartbreak, sadness. In all honesty, it was self-pity.

You weren’t sure why you lingered for so long. Nothing but history and memories were keeping you in his life. The amicable breakup left you detached yet still attached to him. And what made everything worse was that you were still in love with Chris.

The breakup shocked those closest to you. You and Chris were – well … – the most unsuspecting perfect match. You were two completely different souls that balanced one another out. You complemented one another – hell, you completed each other. You were two independent entities that pushed the other to become a better version of themselves. The energy shared between you was radiant and the love was consuming. It was pure and unfiltered. Passionate. You weren’t one to believe in true love – in soulmates, or even twin flames – but then you met Chris and everything changed.

But like all matches – like all flames – they burn out.

You blamed it on anxiety – on expectations. You never had a long-lasting relationship. Chris was the first man you ever felt a true connection to – and that scared you more than you let on.

He was nearing 40 – the ripe age to settle down, to have a family. Although you were certain you wanted that with Chris, you weren’t sure if you wanted that now. Your reluctance had you absentmindedly push him away. You began to untether yourself to him. Untangling the beautiful, strong bond you once had until it was nothing but a single thread.

Although it was you that started to pull away, it was Chris who vocalized his unhappiness. It was Chris who instigated. The night you broke up, he refused to listen to your worries and your reasons for your sudden aloofness. “Do you even love me?” He asked you, but he didn’t wait for a response. You already blamed yourself – and it hurt twice as much when he blamed you, too.

It shocked you when you found out he told friends and family the breakup was mutual… because it was Chris who severed it … The supposedly mutual breakup kept an open door of communication for your families. While your family never bothered Chris or his kin, Scott constantly reached out to you, as well as his mother. They’d often invite you to house parties, dinners, karaoke nights… When you’d decline – finding it was a bit of a territory breach – they’d always claim Chris wouldn’t make an appearance but he always did.

Although you were broken up, you were forced to remain friends. You were forced to look at him across a dining table as if you didn’t know his deepest secrets. You spoke casually as if you never spent late nights unburdening your souls to one another. You acted as if you were friends that were never completely in love with each other.

You remembered the phone call from Scott this morning. He relayed a message from their mom, asking you to come to dinner. When you declined, Scott demanded for a reasonable answer. He often found, “I’m your brother’s ex-girlfriend” a useless excuse.

“I still love him, and it hurts because we’re pretending like we were never together.” Your voice broke. “I’m trying to pull away – trying to move on – but I don’t know if it’s me holding onto hope, or if it’s just....” You couldn’t finish your words – you weren’t sure how to. You felt guilty for confessing this to Chris’s brother of all people. You knew it wouldn’t confidential – that he’d tell Chris – but you just had to say it out loud once.

You heard Scott sigh over the phone. Taking pity on you, he decided it was probably best that you kept your distance from Chris – which was the opposite of the goal of him constantly inviting you out. “A storm’s coming tonight,” he mentioned. “And I know how rain helps calm you.”

But it did anything but that.

-=+=-

Chris had some idea of where it went wrong. The night it all ended, he blamed you. He knew he was in the wrong for that.

The night of his outburst haunted his memories, keeping him up all hours of the night. The image of your tearstained cheeks, reddened eyes, and pure heartbroken expression was burned into his mind. He saw it every time he closed his eyes. He remembered how you barely got a word in because every time you opened your mouth to speak, to reason, to argue, he spoke over you with such a heated, rage-filled tone that he didn’t even recognize.

He was afraid to lose you and because of his own arrogance and stubbornness, that’s exactly what happened.

You were unraveling your bond slowly, tactfully while he tore it to shreds.

And he regretted it every single day.

“Is (Y/N) coming?” He asked as subtly as he could while he and Scott set the table. Scott simply shook his head. Chris placed a plate onto the placemat as thunder shook the house, the glasses rattling slightly. “Do you know what she’s doing tonight?” He asked, trying to stay casual though everyone saw right through it. Scott’s brows were furrowed as if contemplating and his mouth was pressed into a firm line. Knowing him for all his life, Chris knew when his brother was hiding something. “Scott.”

“I can’t tell you!” Scott finally answered. That answer pulled at Chris’s heart – were you with someone? Is that why you weren’t here? “She’s just… she just needs a night.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris frowned. An upside to this “amicable” breakup was having his family constantly pull you back into their atmosphere. He wasn’t sure if they did it for him (they did), but he was thankful for all the nights you walked into their family home, gracing him with your presence even if you barely spoke. His brother remained silent and Chris called his name again.

“She’s just upset, okay?” Scott revealed. Chris’s frown deepened as he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “She just needs some time to think and heal.”

“What does that mean?”

Scott sighed. “I can’t tell you. She told me not to – Chris… do you plan on getting back together with (Y/N)?”

“Of course.” Chris answered with no hesitation. “I love her.”

“Then, why’d you break up with her?” Scott asked.

The question caught him off guard. Of course, he planned his apology. He planned his dramatic way to woo you back into his arms – to make you fall in love with him again. He didn’t quite know how to execute it – should he have been a cliché with a boombox, calling your name outside your window?

“I… I guess I felt like she was pulling away… and so, I felt like I had to beat her to the punch,” Chris cringed. It was a childish sentiment… But perhaps it was because his ego couldn’t take being broken up with? Or perhaps the thought of losing you clouded his judgement so much and consequently, his fears came true.

Scott scoffed at his brother, rolling his eyes for effect. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah and I feel bad about it, but every time I try to talk to her, she closes up.”

“I wonder why.” Chris groaned annoyedly at his younger brother, slapping the palm of his hand to his forehead. “She told me before that she felt as if she didn’t belong with you because you’re ready to start a family and she wasn’t.”

“When she say that?”

“A while ago…” Scott scratched his chin.

“But I don’t… I don’t need a family right this second. I just need her.”

“Does she know that?” Scott asked him. “Because all she knows is that you had enough of her.”

“I didn’t really give her a chance to talk…” Chris confessed. “I just… I kinda just ranted at her.”

Scott sighed disappointedly. “In all honestly, brother, I think you need to have an actual conversation with her… Not just a I’m-gonna-yell-at-you …”

Lightning flashed through the windows as the rain steadily poured. It didn’t look as if it were going to let up any time soon. Chris glanced at the clock. It was early into the evening – if it hadn’t been storming, then the sun would be painting the sky a beautiful orange sunset. Instead it was dark, gloomy – uncertain like your future.

Without much contemplation, Chris rushed out of the dining room, cutting through the kitchen. His mother gasped when he barged through the doors and walked to towards the front. “What are you doing?” She called after him. “Dinner’s almost ready!”

“I’m getting my girlfriend back,” Chris told her. His mother’s worried expression melted into one of pride as she cupped her chest with her hand and gave him an encouraging smile.

“Go get ‘er.”

“Love you, ma,” Chris called before walking out the door and braving through the storm.

-=+=-

The doorbell startled you from your nap. You hadn’t even realized you began to drift to sleep. With little regard about your appearance, you drudged towards the front door, wondering who could be at your house at this hour – especially with a storm like this.

“Chris?” You gasped, eyes widening as your ex-boyfriend was shivering from the rain. He was drenched, standing at your front porch. “Why are you here in the rain?”

“We need to talk.” You felt the blood leave your face. The last time he said those words to you, he left you crying and heartbroken. Thunder rumbled as you stared at him. “Scott told me.”

“Of course he did,” you rolled your eyes with frustration. “Chris, I don’t want to talk –“ You tried to close the door, but he easily overpowered you, keeping it open.

“No, we need to talk about this,” Chris snapped before sighing. “(Y/N),” you always loved the way he said your name. “I don’t want a family right now… I just want you… I just need you.”

You stared at him. Chris was never one to lie. He was terrible at it. His eyes always gave him away. Much like they did tonight when they revealed he was being truthful.

“I’m sorry,” he told you. “I’m sorry I’m an asshole that night. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you – that I didn’t even try to listen.” He paused, waiting for you to butt in, but you never did. You just stared at him in silence as you processed. “You’re the only one I want to be with… and I understand if that’s not what you want… You can close the door and we’ll pretend this never happened. We can go back to whatever we were… But I’m not going to ignore this.” When you remained silent, he said, “please, please say something.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful,” you finally said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me doubting myself – that I started to push you away because I was afraid of what a serious relationship with you meant…”

He took a step towards you, hands reaching for you. One hand found its home at your waist, the other cupping your cheek. “It’s not your fault…” He said. “I love you and I always will. Please, take me back.”

“I love you, Chris,” you muttered before your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him towards your lips.

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luvnyx · 3 years

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Strangers in the night

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: they / them

Word count: 900+

Summary: Thunderstorms threaten to ruin a perfect plan, or perhaps it's a turn for something even better?

Warnings: food mention (slight?)

The brewing storm chased the young couple inside a tiny café, the warmth welcoming and soothing their shivering forms as they tried to catch their breath.

The sight before them was quite amiable yet a whiff of gloominess seemed to linger.

Vacant chairs and tables gave off a forlorn feeling, seeming to silently listen to the dying melody sang by the radio somewhere in the corner before getting violently silenced by infrequent thunders. Dark ceiling lights illuminated the melancholic scene as raindrops sparkled against the windows under them.

An elderly woman with a sympathetic aura glanced at her almost drenched customers as he wrapped an oversized coat around his partner, gently seized their hands together with his and blew warm air between the small gap of their palms.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!", you chuckled, trying to playfully escape from his grasp.

"You're still shaking all over.", frowned Todoroki as you felt the comforting warmth increase gradually in your arms, before he cupped your flushed cheeks.

"Stop that-!", you fumbled upon your words, taking flustered gazes at the old woman smiling at the antics of the youngsters.

"Take a seat, dear. I'll get some towels.", her kind voice spoke, laced with a certain delicacy.

"I'm sorry about this", began Todoroki, breaking the silence as you two settled down beside a window pane.

"You don't control the weather, you know?", you amused, gently rubbing circles with your thumb on the back of his hand.

"Still..", he trailed off, observing the view through the pane, allowing his mind to drift off into the gales for a while as he dried himself up with a towel.

Cool hues of dark blues and dots of pastel purples painted the skies, occasional lightnings and thunders lit up cotton candy clouds, it was a heavenly picture, truly, but there's terror in beauty, too.

Despite her elegance, she seemed to possess dark desires, a secret that she seemed to take to her grave; brutally downpouring on everything and anything she sees, flaunting her strength and marvel at all those who witness, wrecking havoc as admirers showered her with praise and adoration, oddly enough, she reminded him of a certain someone.

"And what may I get you, dear?", the elderly's soft voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him out of his reverie.

"oh, I'll have a zaru soba.", he requested, hearing a giggle from you, classic Todoroki.

"Don't worry, we could go to that restaurant some other day", you assured him, studying his slightly dejected features.

"oh no, it's not that" he started off, "I'm happy to be anywhere as long as it's with you", he added thoughtfully, oblivious to you slightly choking on your drink as you tried to regain composure, ".. I had a few plans in mind that I thought you might like", he sighed, slightly pondering.

"We just have to improvise! It's not like the storm is going to last forever", you beamed, waiting for light drizzles and sun rays to peek through the curtains.

Hours seemed to dwindle down to minutes, a faint babble between naive lovers filled the air before hushed raindrops replaced them, the aged waitress would often attempt a friendly conversation with a peculiar interest to know about a world quite unknown to her, reminiscing about the simpler days washed away with time before excusing herself back to her waiting tasks.

"hey, look", you pointed at the murky window, slowly wiping it; the rainfall left a bittersweet picture for their eyes, small puddles reflected the sombre starless sky above before drops caused ripples, distorting the clear image, street lights flickered to life, revealing lonely streets with a few stationary vehicles and brightly lit shops for company.

".. Come with me", he whispered, eyes immersed on the other side as he got up, softly squeezing your hand.

"hold on, where to-", you asked hesitantly, startled by the sudden decision as he directed you towards the exit.

Footsteps echoed on the sidewalk, rhythmically resonating with drops drumming on rooftops and idle chirps of birds nestling close to each other on pastoral trees as he pulled you closer to his chest, a small smile playing against his lips, calmly placing your arms around his neck, feeling your timid heart skip a beat.

"wait, someone might-", you faltered, a dawning realisation that curious eyes might be indulging in your innocent foolishness.

"calm down, it's alright", he hushed in a tone so unfazed by such notions, swaying your feet deliberately with his movements as he drowned himself in your alluring orbs, a wish to never come up for precious air clinging onto him.

You let out a sigh of relief, allowing him to puppeteer your pliable body and mind, drifting into euphoria with the sound of heels clicking against the pavement and puddles, the tender feeling of falling drops on your eyelids, cheeks and lips.

The picturesque spectacle would not be complete with the absence of any element in your long forgotten surroundings, a fact you realised a little later while recollecting this memory which you often confused for a dream. Though hazy since every logical reasoning seemed to leave at the moment, you almost feel like you got a glance at the little café in the corner, gleaming through the lurking darkness, the waitress sweeping, humming a tune of a song from a lost night as she caught the dancing dolls twirling under the glimmering light with her numb eyes glinting from her withered and wrinkled skin, and for a moment, even if just for a moment, she found herself in the days she left astray, as a weak laughter echoed from the dull four walls, gazing at the strangers in the night.

a/n: woo guess who's back~ it's been so longg since I wrote so I apologise for this being kinda bad, it's sort of a drabble + one shot I think? do forgive my grammatical errors, English isn't my first language :')

thank you so much for reading!! Do tell me what you think! Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated, friendly criticism is always welcome! Have a great day ahead! ʕ•̫͡•ʔ♡

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lov3nerdstuff · 5 years

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could you please make a loki x reader where he finds out how good she is at drawing/ art and it’s all just fluff?

Imagine: You just wanted to draw a beautiful stranger in a coffeeshop when suddenly everything goes pearshaped.

A.N.: Thank you @marvel-ous-buckyy for being the first one to request something! I did my best to put this prompt into action and I really hope you like it! It kinda turned into a coffeeshop AU but only a little bit :) let me know what you think!

Beautiful stranger

You were sitting in a small coffee shop downtown, shortly after 10pm, with a nice hot cup of steaming brew in front of you. It was your favorite spot in the whole city, all kinds of people came in for their daily caffeine fix. Some even came into the shop more than once a day. Especially this late at night, people came here more frequently than one might expect. As usual, you were sat on a small table in the middle of the room, your sketchbook in front of you along with a couple pencils and watercolors. No eraser, as you didn't believe in erasing when sketching. Whatever came out of your hand and onto the paper was worth to be kept or worked around. Other than that, there were hardly any huge mistakes in your drawing anyway. You had practiced your art all your life and nothing filled you with greater joy than sitting in public, drawing strangers or nature.

Today was no different. You sat in your usual spot and after a few warm-up sketches you decided it was time for a larger and more detailed piece. So you looked around yourself, taking in the surroundings while taking a sip of your coffee. It was too hot still and burned your tongue, but the smell it emitted was just too delicious to resist.

Your eyes wandered from the seemingly daily-changing staff to the customers. Most just ordered to go and were out and about again at this time of night, but then your eyes fell upon a tall man with raven hair who was sitting on the opposite side of the shop. You blinked a couple times, trying to get your eyes to fully focus after having stared at your sketchpad for an hour.

He was astonishingly gorgeous, almost surreal in his appearance. You coughed, awkwardly trying to swallow your own breath. Had you seen him here before? You were sure you'd had remembered seeing him.

You could see a little more than his profile from where you were sat. He looked down onto a journal he held in his hands. Blinking a few more times, you noticed how graceful and elegant his hands were, his whole physique. He looked out of this world, even if he wore a casual dark grey suit and a green dress shirt like most business people working late. His raven hair hung loosely around his beautiful face, framing it perfectly.

What was a person like him doing at such an ungodly hour in a coffee shop? Well, you were also sitting here, touche, but for the sole reason that you wouldn't be able to sleep at home anyway. If the heavy insomnia you suffered from kept you up all night, at least you could use the time to draw in peace and be happy for once.

Back to the beautiful stranger. The energy he radiated seemed to draw you in like he had his own gravity, only working on you. He was so focused on his journal, he didn't seem to notice your staring. His high cheekbones and sharp jawline were just screaming at you to draw them.

So you started with delicate but certain lines, making sure to capture every detail of his being. Drawing the hair, you suppressed the urge to just walk over and run your hands through the black locks. It looked so soft… you tried to do it justice in your work.

Exactly there lay the problem you saw in your drawings. You wanted to capture the most magnificent and the most beautiful the world had to offer, but in your eyes you often failed to truly reflect their outer beauty. Instead, it turned into both, a structural and aesthetic representation of the emotions they conveyed. This time… there was so much sadness radiating off this man, but also so much passion and the pure intensity of it made your skin crawl with excitement. This drawing would turn out a masterpiece, you just knew it!

For a little more than an hour you drew and sketched, only then wondering why on earth he hadn't finished his coffee yet and left. Maybe he was here for something different after all? You didn't know and as long as he remained sitting in this same position for you to draw, you also didn't care why he was here.

Once you finished the rough sketch, you went on to inking your work. Why hadn't he left yet? Usually the people you drew only remained sitting still for no more than the time it took them to finish their coffee or maybe the news feed on their phones. He was so different…

You finished inking a while later and he still hadn't moved. Not believing your luck, you went on to color the drawing, keeping everything in cool tones and rough textures. Except for his face. That, you drew with the utmost care and delicacy. Just as you were about to finish the piece, time seemed to stop for you, as a bulky and seemingly drunk man stumbled against your table and poured the contents of his to go cup all over your sketchbook. Immediately the ink and the colors started running together and off the page, replaced by black hot liquid. You let out a yelp, jumping up from your chair and knocking it over in the process. No, this couldn't be happening… It had taken you months to fill this sketchbook and now the whole thing was ruined. After a second of utter shock, you jumped into action and grabbed the first thing available to try to save what you could from the mess.

"S-ssorry…" The man slurred, bumping into you on his way to the door, fleeing from the situation without another word.

Using the hem of your shirt, you gently patted the book dry, but it was by far too late. A young barista came rushing to your side with a bunch of napkins, cleaning the table and offering some to you. Only now did you notice that your jeans were drenched as well as your shirt. But you simply stared at the heavily smudged, crinkling book in your hands. All these memories kept in there, all the emotions you could never have explained outside of their colorful visual representations. Gone. You felt tears stinging in your eyes and your vision became blurry as you suppressed a sob. The barista finished cleaning your tabe and apologized for the hundredth time to you, but you were lost in your own mind, tears running down your face even though you willed them not to. You hated crying, hated emotions and most definitely hated people in this very moment. Without any more care for your surroundings you slumped down on your damp chair again, starting to slowly gather your drenched supplies. You just wanted to leave, go back to your tiny apartment and cry in the shower until there wouldn't be any more tears left.

Grabbing your bag, you pushed the chair back under the table and bid the staff goodbye. Outside, the cold but fresh air hit your face and you felt a little calmer. The night just happened to have this effect on you.

Just as you were about to saunter down the street, a smooth voice addressed you from behind.

"Excuse me, Miss, but I believe you forgot your book."

The voice made you shiver slightly, it was deep and calming, yet very in control.

"It's a sketchbook, but it's of no use anymore. Some douche emptied his…" You stopped mid-sentence once you turned around and saw who the voice belonged to. The beautiful stranger stood so close to you that your breath hitched and you took a step backwards out of instinct.

He was even more intriguing from up close. Your gaze shot to his face. He had green eyes that could've swallowed your soul if you kept looking at them. To your surprise, he seemed just as taken aback when he looked into your own orbs.

A blush crept up to you cheeks in no time and you quickly looked down to the book he held out to you. It looked nothing like the drenched and wrinkled thing you had just thrown into the trash. Instead, it looked almost like new.

Frowning, you took it from him. "This can't be mine, mine is all damaged…"

You flipped it open in the middle, staring at one of your drawings from a few weeks back. Completely and utterly intact and beautiful as ever. Incredulous, you flipped back and forth, but every drawing in the large book seemed to be completely fine as it had been a few hours ago.

"What…?" You breathed, your gaze shooting up to meet his once more. "How did you do that?"

A slow smirk played on his lips as he watched your irritation with great amusement.

"I noticed that you were drawing me." He simply said in this incredibly soothing and yet dangerous voice.

You blushed an even deeper shade of red. "When did you notice?"

"Oh, just about right when you ogled me for the first time." He grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "When that guy dropped his coffee on your book, I was quite furious."

"And why is that?" You asked, gaining control of your body once more. Something told you to stay away from this man and something else, something much stronger, told you to learn everything you could about him.

"Well, I wanted to see how your drawing turned out. If you got the best angle, you know…" He winked at you, making you chuckle slightly.

You took another look at the book and twisted it in every direction in your hands. "But how did you restore it completely, I mean, all the ink had started running and…"

You were cut off once more when, with a slight wave of his hand, the moisture and stains in your clothing started to simply float out of the fabric, before vanishing into thin air. Your eyes widened and you stared at him open mouthed. "Who are you?" You finally managed to ask.

"My name is Loki. Of Asgard. Or of Jotunheim. Depends on my mood, really. It's a pleasure to meet you, my dearest." He grinned at you, his hands in the pockets of his pants.

You snapped out of your awe rather quickly. He was the infamous Loki, a literal god?! That explains the magic. You hadn't heard all that much about him other than that he was the brother of one of the Avengers and capable of magic

You smiled at him. "I'm Y/N. Thank you so much for saving my book! It means a lot to me, really. Can I buy you a coffee or something as a thank you?"

He let out a small laugh. "Oh dear, I had so much coffee while waiting for you to finish your drawing, I don't think I can take another cup." His smile turned into a grin once more. "But you could let me take a look at your drawings. If they are only half as intriguing as you, then they'd be very much worth saving."

You let out a shy laugh. "You don't need to flatter me to take a look." But then, when you were about to hand the book over to him once more, you felt insecure. It contained so many memories and emotions you hadn't ever shared with anyone. And now you'd show them to a beautiful stranger? YES, part of your mind screamed. So you let him take it out of your hand and simply hoped for the best.

He noticed the shift in your mood immediately and kept the book closed in his hands. There was something in your eyes that reminded him of his own and he felt the sudden urge to comfort you. That was new… he never really cared about the people he met and so he would always put on the charming facade everyone seemed to expect of him. With you however, he suddenly felt like he could try something new, something… true.

"If you are not comfortable showing these drawings to me, you don't have to, you know..." He said quietly.

"It's silly, I just… feel so vulnerable showing this real life imprint of my soul to a stranger." You laughed nervously and looked into his eyes once more. There was no trace of his previously cocky expression left and all you could see was sincere worry and… hope? Hope for what?

"Maybe… would you…" He seemed rather introverted now, as if someone had switched his personality for a different one. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

You smiled, a real and happy smile this time. This man right in front of you, this version of Loki, you liked much better than the previous one. It just felt more real fo you.

"I would love to." You answered gently and the two of you took off down the street.

For what felt like hours the two of you wandered the streets of your city, talking about everything and nothing. You warmed up to him quicker than you could believe for yourself and you felt like he opened up to you too, if only just a little for now.

It was already about sunrise when you yawned. That hadn't happened in a long time.

"I'm sorry I kept you up all night." Loki apologized with a small laugh.

"Nah, it's fine. I suffer from insomnia almost every night, it's a surprise to me that I'm still able to function." You brushed it off with a shrug, realizing only now how much you had told him about yourself in the past hours. And how much he had told you. It felt like you'd known him for such a long time, it was ridiculous. But something had just clicked with you and Loki and you could feel a serious crush developing. You were not sure if you minded it though, as he seemed to be quite enamored as well.

The two of you were still a block away from your apartment and yet you already felt sad. You didn't want to leave him just yet, but it was getting rather difficult to keep your eyes open.

"Do you want to come in? I… I could make you coffee or…" You turned to him once you stood in front of your building, hope all over your face.

Loki shot you his amazing smile in return. "I would love to, but I think that wouldn't be very appropriate."

You looked down to your feet. He was standing so close to you, you could feel his warmth on your skin and even smell his cologne and it all made you want to just lean against him and let yourself dwell in his sweet embrace. But you didn't dare to just hug him, so you slowly reached out and first touched his hand with a single finger, gently brushing against his thumb. He got the sign and took your hand in his, interlacing your fingers and gently brushing over your knuckles.

"Do you… do you still want to?" You asked in a breath.

"Pardon?"

"Do you still want to see the… the drawings?"

He nodded in return and you let go of his hand to find the book in your bag and place it in his hands.

He looked into your eyes once more and you nodded, so he flipped the book open on page one.

Slowly, one by one, he looked at every single page and all the while remained standing mere inches away from you. You didn't dare to look at his face, fearing to see a reaction you weren't ready to cope with. Time seemed to stand still for you; you heard nothing but his breathing and the flipping of pages.

When he reached the last page there was utter silence. The electricity and tension in the air finally made you look back up again.

He was watching you with huge eyes, with an intensity you had yet to comprehend.

Gently, you took the book out of his hands and placed it back inside your bag without breaking eye contact.

"So…" You breathed. "What do you think of the…"

You were cut off by his chilled lips crashing against your own, passionate and capturing.

There was nothing you could think, nothing you could do but kiss him back and let him push you against the wall behind you.

This was right. So so right and you didn't doubt it for a second. The kiss was gentle, yet passionate and oh so sweet. His soul was reaching out to yours and worshipping it in every way possible.

"Y/N…" He growled when you broke apart, not daring to open your eyes for you feared this dream would come to an end. "How… how did you do it?"

You frowned against his forehead, which rested against yours. "How did I do what?"

"You… you captured their soul. Every living thing you drew, it was just… as if you had taken their very essence and poured it onto the pages. The drawing you did of me, it's… I have never seen something like it. It's not mere beauty, it's the soul that…"

You cut him off with another gentle kiss. "I dearly promise: your soul is safe with me."

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doomstypewriter · 4 years

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Helpless Au - A draft fragment

This is my Prinxiety ghost/haunted mansion AU.

More about the AU

If anyone wants to be tagged on posts regarding the AU, please, just comment, I’ll be thrilled.

Helpless Au - A draft fragment: In which Logan saves Virgil’s life from a situation worse than social interaction and, thus, they become best friends.

This is written quickly, because it’s a draft, not to say that it’s poorly written (although that would be for each one to judge), just that some transitions are fast as a means to tell efficiently what’s going on.

CW: Persecution, swearing, anxiety on Virgil’s part (but that is to be expected). Nothing more I can think of (don’t hesitate to tell me if you find anything else).

Word count: 2069 (heh, you know what that means).

Virgil goes down the pathway that takes him out of the grounds of Patton’s house. Even though the sun is still setting, there’s a certain degree of darkness because the clouds have turned black. A pouring is about to start, Virgil rushes so he doesn’t get caught in it on his way back to the mansion.

He reaches the dirt path that’s beside the road, he ought to be in the mansion in a matter of five minutes, provided that he walks at a decent pace. Patton’s house is relatively near the mansion, but, for starters, Patton’s garden and the mansion’s are equally enormous, and, secondly, the access that connects them by road, the only way to come back without jumping a fence (which wouldn’t have been an ideal first impression for Patton’s grandma, but, now that Virgil knows her, perhaps the strange woman would have found it hilarious), is quite twisted.

Virgil sees a person walking in the distance. He doesn’t really care for it, he simply internally prays that they won’t speak to him. Social interaction would be worse than anything. ANYTHING.

Predictably, it begins to rain and Virgil quickly gets his folding umbrella out of his backpack. Quite a thoughtful present from his dad, not to mention the cool design with a giant white skull on a black background. He keeps on walking whilst thinking ‘fuck, my converse are turning into soup. Heh, my converse are at soup. But, for real, this is horrible’.

After a while he realises that the person from before is keeping the same distance and Virgil proceeds to methodically overthink it: ‘they don’t have an umbrella, how is it that they aren’t walking faster? They’re getting drenched!’. He asks himself too where are they even going, taking into account that the only thing ahead is the mansion. In the end, Virgil chooses to walk faster. So does whoever. This is when Virgil lets go off his umbrella and RUNS.

Our favourite emo searches for his phone, but lo and behold, it’s not anywhere to be found. The memory hits him like a brick ‘OH SHIT I MUST HAVE FORGOT IT AT PATTON’S. COOL. I’M GOING TO DIE’. The stalker keeps on running and jumps over the umbrella, sprinting towards him.

Suddenly, a bike races by and skids into a stop with a deafening sound of the brakes. Logan is on that bike.

He looks at Virgil with a deadly serious expression and tells him to hop on. Virgil runs for the bike and gets on holding onto Logan.

Logan starts pedaling like a bat out of hell. THANK EVERYTHING THAT LOGAN’S LEGS ARE LONG.

“Sorry for not bringing a spare helmet, I wasn’t prepared for this happening”.

“Honestly, I don’t fucking care. You just saved my life”.

Would you look at that, there was something worse than social interaction after all. The universe must love him dearly to correct him in such a kind way.

“I wouldn’t exactly say so, but that man running after you is certainly distressing”.

“Light way to put it”.

“You’re right. It was scary. We ought to call the police as soon as possible”.

“You bet. What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know. Oh, on the subject of calling, you left your phone at Patton’s”.

“Yeah, I found out while I was being chased. Honestly, thank god for my forgetful ass”.

Logan laughs loudly.

“Indeed”.

“I won’t tell Patton you laughed”.

“Thank you”.

“No, thank YOU, man”.

They arrive at the mansion completely soaked. He asks Logan for his phone and calls Janus to open the door.

After a while, the entrance door swings open.

Janus starts by saying: “Sorry if you rang the doorbell, I was in my room and I didn’t…” that’s when he takes a proper look at his brother and Logan and is worried sick. The only thing he can ask, obviously, is: “WHAT HAPPENED?!”

Virgil explains, not gladly, none of the events could quite get him in the mood, the world shall be left wondering why.

Janus tells him to take Logan to one of the bathrooms and let him borrow some clothes so he can get the shower he so desperately seems to be needing and also instructs him to do the same while he calls the police and their father.

The sound of keys then is heard. Janus mentally tells himself ‘one less call, then’.

The father enters frantically asking for Virgil, two umbrellas in his hand.

He sees him wet from head to toe in the hall with his friend and runs to hug his son.

“I saw your umbrella laying on the road on my way here. Thank god you’re fine. What happened?” he asks while looking at his sons and Logan.

Janus gestures him while on the phone and mouths an ‘I’m on it’.

“Okay, tell me after getting a shower, both of you. Lend him some clothes, you can take some of mine if they don’t fit. Oh, hello, by the way, I’m Virgil’s dad” he says as he offers his hand.

Logan gladly takes it. Yes, gladly, because social acceptance and interaction are quite refreshing from his usual interpersonal awkwardness.

“Greetings as well, I’m Logan, and I’m Virgil’s…” he thinks about how to phrase it properly but Virgil simply cuts him.

“He’s my friend, dad”.

“Oh, gosh, you made a new friend! That’s great son! Well, we can talk later, go get that shower”.

“Okay. Follow me Logan”.

They both climb the main stairs and turn to the block of rooms to the left.

Logan talks about the architecture all the way. They go up the spiral staircase. He mentions that the painting of the house that hanged in front of the stairs looks like an impressionist depiction of a British manor of the sixteenth century. Virgil blinks like on a vine and asks him how does he know that.

“I have an appreciation for architecture”.

“Just as you do for poetry”.

“Indeed”.

They reach the bathroom of the second floor.

Virgil tells him that he’ll go to his room to fetch some clothing and might leave it on a chair outside or in the bedroom nextdoor.

“I’ll see you at the living-room”.

“How can I find it?”

“Go downstairs back to the hall and then to the left, it’s the room with the big ass stage”.

“That seems a little excessive”.

“Yeah, the dude who made the house was extra af”.

The police arrives and takes their statement. A middle aged woman and her young male partner question them. The partner looks kind of goofy but pays full attention, the lady, on the other side, looks like she is done with life after having seen too much shit, but she is really nice.

“Look, guys, I’m going to be honest with ya. It’s hard to tell if we may find whoever did that, because you haven’t seen their face. Without that, there isn’t that much we can do to find them. Pressing charges is hardly possible because they did not assault you nor pulled out a gun. What they did to you was bad, and I’d love to be able to help more, but I cannot tell you how this is going to turn out, it’s a tricky situation”.

“Excuse me, ma'am, but, hadn’t I arrived when I did, anything could have happened to my friend. It is most distressing to have someone chase you down and I can’t make out what their intentions would be to do such a thing if the individual didn’t plan something nasty”.

“We know it’s unfair, well make sure to catch them!” the goofy-looking guy answers this time. In his righteous enthusiasm he coughs a few times.

“Asthma too?”.

The guy looks at him awkwardly and nods.

“Can I speak to you alone, son?” the lady asks Virgil.

“Sure”.

They leave the room to the corridor of high ceilings that connects it to the library and the main dining room. The voice of his father and Ethan are coming from the library, discussing their shared worries. The talking ends as soon as they hear them.

“Why do you think that person was chasing you?”

“How could I know? Am I in trouble for something?”

“Uuuugh” she pinches the bridge of her nose “shit, I didn’t mean to make it sound like that. Look, if anything remotely weird has happened, that could link to that person chasing you I need to know, I want you guys to be safe. It’s never a good sign to be chased by someone on a lonely road. Tell me, it’s my understanding that you and your family have been here for a month, has anything out of the ordinary occurred? Something that could alarm you?”

“I’m the kind of person that is alarmed by mostly anything so you’ll have to be more specific”.

“I’m also that kind of person, Virgil, so I hope you understand what I tell you when I say that there’s the ordinary kind of alarming; like the fear forgetting about closing your front door, and finding that door open after you made sure to check it was closed”.

Virgil breathes in with tension. He feels watched. Not precisely by his family, which is odd. Who else would be watching? Damn, this hypervigilance thing was driving him nuts. Although, this once it made total sense, the situation had been a perfect brew for anxiety.

“Would you mind following me elsewhere?”

“Sure”.

On their way upstairs, to the tower room, Virgil adds:

“Okay, I know it seems kinda weird to make you climb all of these stairs and unnecessarily mysterious, but my room is the ‘loneliest place in the castle’ and I don’t want my family to get worried if they overhear this”.

“It’s fine, son, that’s perfectly understandable”.

They enter the room and the lady whistles in awe.

“Wow, what a room you got here, I’d wish I’ve had this when I was your age”.

“Well, you must be the only one”.

“Why is that?”.

“Everybody keeps on ranting about how this place is freaky”.

“Is it?”.

“No. This and the library are the nicest places in the house. I like being able to see so much”.

Virgil guides her to one of the windows.

“Well, with the panoramic view, it’s almost like a watch tower”. “There” Virgil points at the part of Patton’s garden that’s visible. “A few nights ago I spotted a guy talking at a phone, I think he saw me watching him, because when he looked at the tower he immediately left”.

Later, when the police has left, Logan tells him that he is trans. Why? Well, he has to stay the night because the pouring is more like a violent storm. Also, Patton might kill him if he doesn’t take off his binder, which he put back on in spite of being soaked.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back dude. Here, have this, it’s one of my baggiest”.

On Virgil’s hand is a giant black zip-up hoodie.

“It’s not much of my style, and not the most elegant solution, but it will suffice. Although, it is very comfortable and the fabric texture is kind on the skin. Thank you very much. I shall take off my binder and put it on”.

“Toilet’s over there. Place the binder on the radiator so it dries”.

Virgil tends to his devices. Logan comes back with the hoodie on, comfy as ever.

“Are we having a sleepover?”

“I don’t know. Do you want us to have one?”

“I’m unsure as to if it’s appropriate given the circumstances that brought me here, as well as the fact that I have no expertise on the subject”.

“Neither do I, but it could be cool. We can have a spooky sleepover, throw some candles here and there and read Edgar Allan Poe or watch some horror films”. “I’m not convinced by the horror films, but, perhaps some Hitchcock would be a suitable replacement suggestion and we may add Bukowski to the least of authors to read”.

“Sounds fine by me. Maybe we could get Patton on Skype”.

“I’d enjoy that. On a different note, it’s getting late, we should have dinner”.

“Uh, sorry, right, you probably didn’t have time at Patton’s”.

“Not to worry, though, I’m glad I didn’t. Otherwise I wouldn’t have caught you in time”.

“Ain’t that the truth”.

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Untitled or (The flute of Azathoth)

(This story is conceived and finished during the Fall of 2018)

Newspapers as a dying medium had struggled for a while by now, and the descent into the complete and utter abyss of extinction seemed to be accelerating in a jaw-dropping velocity. There was no wonder why her press was struggling financially, every newspaper outlet was, hers was just more severe. She was now standing in the line, waiting for her coffee, and that bastard of a teenager standing in front of her was texting on his phone while blasting loud and obnoxious music out of that headset around his neck, which kinda defeats the purpose of a headset. She was beyond annoyed, of course.

“Kid.”

The kid raised his head up, saw this middle aged red-haired woman standing right in front of him.

“What?”

“Would you mind turning off the music.” She said, tried to be as kind as possible, “This is a coffee shop, not a public park, nor it is the subway, though you really shouldn’t be doing this kind of stuff in those places either.”

The kid turned off the music, visibly fuming, but didn’t say a word.

She smiled. Proud of her own work, of talking a kid out of his annoying and selfish behavior. The line before her had shrunk, and now finally after a 20 mins long wait, which for sure would be the reason that she would be late for work again today, it was her turn to order the coffee.

The guy behind the counter was visually disgusting. Obviously of his teenage, pimples and blemishes were all over his cheeks, two bloodshot eyes suggested an intense binge the night before, or the influences of pots. Droopy nose, dull gazes, and a messily worn uniform, all permeated the sense of purposelessness and a faineant. She chuckled to herself, found that description of the cashier formed by her own head to be extremely amusing.

“Miss!” The teen was almost shouting at that point. “What can I help you with today?”

“Um...” She came back from her daze, “A cup of coffee will do. Lots of cream lots of sugar.”

As she held the hot coffee with both of her hands to help combat the chilling weather of the recent days, the front door was pushed open and a gust of breeze rushed into the store. Then the door just stayed open, and the cold air just kept pestering her scarfed neck. Finally, after a few moments of tolerance, she turned her head to see who was so irresponsible to not even close the door on their way in.

It was a sickly obese man sitting in a wheelchair, trying to get through the narrow doorway of the coffee store. The staff came to his help, but his scooter was just way too big to fit in. His oily face was filled with anger and the expression of dissatisfaction and discontent, his floppy arms were flying in the air, and his mouth was uttering the voice of complaint. Those who had suffered greater for a better cause, and now there is this fat guy standing in front of the coffee place wailing at the waiter because the door was too small for him and his enormous scooter. She tittered at the concept, took another sip of the coffee.

They didn’t put enough cream in it. It was bitter.

* * *

“So. Are you free tomorrow?”

She raised her head.

“Hilbert.” She sighed.

“Are you that disappointed to see me?” The man languidly leaning on the glass panel of her cubicle was wearing a grey sweater, and always had been wearing a grey sweater. Ever since the first day she met him, he was wearing a grey sweater. He pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand, “What are you working on right now?”

“Editing the report of that one ghetto.”

“How is it.”

“It’s um… it’s alright.”

“It’s interesting. It’s not… great?”

“Well, you know.” She turned her gaze back onto the screen.

“Listen, you care for a drink?”

The blue light illuminated her face, drenched her expressionless features with a somber tone. The cubicles of their publishing house were all so small and squishy, and dark as well for some reason, the light just couldn’t reach here it seemed. She often compared this place to that torture chamber in Edgar Allen Poe’s short story, where a pendulum axe was hanging above the stomach of the tortured inmate, and as time run off it would slowly descent and brings the inevitable doom to the poor soul, presenting the most gruesome death to any spectator too sick to not turn their eyes away. Weren’t they the readers? The idea popped up in her head just as her gaze locked on the statistics provided in the article that she was editing. The article was riddled with grammatical errors and faulty statistics, to the point of near incoherence. The writer of the piece was this overweight old fart, who practically lived in the publishing house since he owned no property whatsoever besides all his stationeries, the old fashioned typewriter of his and a seldom working printer, along with all those borderline trash hoarded in his own dorm room. He divorced a decade ago, lost his house to his wife, estranged with his son and daughter, and had been diagnosed to be severely diabetic. Though he had one thing to be proud of -- being the oldest employee of this publishing house, working here for at least twenty-something years. She found that funny, very funny. The old fart had lost all his abilities to write an adequate article for the press, but the house would never fire him just because he was the most senior member of them all. The reader was the sick one. She realized. When the reader read that short story, they were the one expecting the axe to cut the man in two, and even though in that story of Poe’s, the man escaped, but if theoretically the axe did come down and the man did got split into two parts, the reader would not turn away from the gore, because they yearned for it.

“I presumed you don’t have anything to do this afternoon.”

“No.” She then realized he was still there. “I am free.”

“Care for a drink in my place?”

“How is your work?”

“It’s um… it’s alright. I need to review a play before I could go any further though, so that is bummer.”

“Tea?” She pulled out her draw, “Got some bags here. I could get you a cup if you want.”

“No thanks… listen…”

“Ey.” The receptionist, April, walked to her cubicle, with a commanding tone of voice and an everlasting despise on her face, “Someone was at the door. He said he came to see you.”

Obsequious sycophant, the harlot blew our boss under the desk. But it was rather a pleasant surprise. She had no relatives around this state, let alone with this city, nor did she have any friends laying around, so someone coming to visit her during work was actually a change of pace that she was not expecting.

“He said his name was John.”

The bench in the front door bore quite a bit of history actually. This press house was fairly old after all, but before its time, the building was actually a police station for the local towns. The bench was there for those who were arrested to have a rest before being dragged into whatever room that was needed for them to be dragged into. Unlike those things, the bench remained.

“I got you some tea.” She said.

He took the cup with the coaster, took a sip, and an expression of disgust emerged on his face.

“You never liked my tea, uh?” She said. “You never liked it, not even for a day.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You said that quite often, actually.” She sat down on the other end of the bench, “How is ma?”

He frowned at the question, took another sip of the tea. It was bitter. She knew it. She made it that way, and she wanted to say she made it that way unconsciously, but it really was not that convincing, not even to herself.

“She was feeling better.” He said. “She is feeling better.”

“Like how? Has she gone back home yet?”

“She is feeling better.”

“Is she still in the hospital?”

“You should be asking her that instead of me.”

“What do you mean I should be asking her?” She said, unintentionally raising and heating up her voice.

“I mean you should go ask her how she is.” He said, then he took a huge gulp of the tea, swallowing it with a painful and totally not exaggerated countenance.

“You do not like the tea. I see.”

“I did not say that.”

“You did.” Anger brewed within her, and slowly but surely she was edging on the cliff of an outburst. “You hate my tea. You always had. Now stop jumping all over the place. I know how much of a busy gentleman you are, and coming to visit me was merely the byproduct of a trip or something. How is ma doing? Answer me!”

“DON’T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” He suddenly yelled out, almost spilling the rest of the tea, “I AM YOUR BROTHER!” Acerbate, his eyes bloodshot, and veins walled off his forehead like the defense lines from the battle of Stalingrad. He composed himself in mere seconds though, then made a deep breath, “Do not raise your voice at me.” He said, trying to be as calm as possible.

Silence dawned.

She stared out the front door. The long cold breeze blew through the empty but littered street. The press house located at the unheeded corner of the city, so of course vacancy and dead silences were the prevalent frequenter. The winter was longer than before, and harsher. The blanket in her house couldn’t even provide enough warmth for her to fall asleep without being bedeviled by nightmares and long dreams, which was why she was planning to go shopping for a quilt this afternoon to get her through the winter.

“Have you cleared the payment of your house?” He suddenly asked.

“Yes.” She said, still gazing at the street.

“So you own a house now.”

“An apartment, to be exact.”

“How is it?”

“It’s um… it’s alright.”

“It’s interesting. It’s not… great?”

She turned her gaze at him, and didn't answer.

A short pause. He looked at his watch, “Shoot, gonna go. The plane is flying in two.” He stood up. “Thanks for the tea.”

“You are welcome.”

He walked out of the building with festinate steps.

She picked up the cup he left behind, not a drop of tea was left behind.

As she was walking back to her office, or cubicle, she was stopped by the receptionist sitting at the front desk, once again.

“Ron wants to see you. Like right now.”

She definitely swallows. She thought to herself.

“Thanks, April.” She said with a smile on her face. “I am going, right now.”

When she came back from her boss’s office, she saw Hilbert was still standing around her cubicle.

“Why are you still here?”

“Tea break. Where else can I go in this dreadful place.”

Truly it is a dreadful place. Not just this place. The city in general. What a hell hole. What an absolute hellhole. A place where gun shooting can happen so regularly it became one of the mundane. A place where sunlight was toxic and rains were acidic, umbrellas became a necessity on every day of the year. A place where morality is nothing but a piece of shredded newspaper flying across the empty blocks, so the homeless people will stab those who offer alms and helping hand, and bosses will force their female, or male who give a rat crap, force their female employees to suck their phallic one, and fat people would roam around the street while someone else starve to their lurid death. This place is dreadful. Truly dreadful. She could feel her spine split open from the middle, and raised into the sky like the skeleton of the birds' wings, so she could crash through the window of their press and leave this place once and for all.

“It’s alright.” She said, sat back down in her cubicle, and started to pack things up. “I need to finish my work now, you should get going as well.”

“Yeah… yeah… of course.” He said. After a small pause, he turned and about to leave.

“Hey. Hilbert.” She stopped him.

“Yes?”

“Where are we gonna meet for the drinks this afternoon?”

* * *

His house was as dilapidated as ever, with its shoddy door frame and chintzy carpets, molded corners and peeled off ceilings. Just like before.

"Is Bourbons on rocks okay with you?" He pulled out some glasswares and a bottle of Bourbons, cheap.

"I am alright. I don't drink no more."

He was pouring the liquor, and her words paused him, "When did that happen?"

"Happened a long time ago."

He resumed pouring a glass, clearly for himself, "Well, what can I help you with then?"

"A cup of hot coffee will be alright."

"Sugar and cream."

"Yeah."

The backyard still had that one tree in the middle. It had shed all its leaves, and what remained of it was only a wizen skeletal contour of its former self. There was a working table right underneath it, clearly, a birdhouse was in the making.

"Dickinson kept bugging me about this birdhouse. Really don't know where the obsession for birds came from." He said, walked up to the table. "It's almost finished by now."

"I can give a hand." She really did not want to, but the fact that he brought up Dickinson and the birdhouse kinda made it no longer a viable option.

"That would be so nice of you."

The squirrel on the street looked anemic, lack of food source might have already taken a toll on it. What a pathetic sight. It just oozed with dreariness, which made it quite fitting for this place. This abhorrent city, abhorrent place, where the winter is so goddamn long.

“Someone is getting laid off, let me tell you that.” He said, cutting down the pine board as he was speaking. “Someone is gone, that is all I know. The house was not profitable, they had to kick someone off. For sure wouldn’t be that geezer sitting in the back of the office all the time being as unproductive as possible. Bunch of schmucks, am I right?”

She didn’t answer. She simply helped him attach the board onto the tree with some deck screws, then she just stood aside, watching him nailing down every single one of those holes.

“I need to visit ma.” She uttered.

“Oh? You planning to take out the rest of your yearly vacation leave already?” He said, “You know there is still Christmas.”

“I don’t need to take out anything.”

Just as he finished cutting the corner of the birdhouse floor, he realized. “Oh my lord…” He moaned, then he drank all the remaining Bourbon in the glass in one gulp, “What have they done? How could they…”

“I need to visit ma.” She interrupted him, calmly, “Would you be so kind and drive me to the airport this Sunday?”

“Sure, when are you gonna be back?”

She handed him a bunch of finishing nails, “Nail them.”

He did. Then he just stood there, looking at her. She remained unmoved, stared back at him with a gaze just as bleak as ever. “Are you serious?” He asked.

She handed him the last bit of nails.

“You are for real. Are you just gonna leave all these behinds?”

“Like what? What will I be leaving behind, Hilbert.” She raised her voice ever so slightly, and the tone of anger would not go unnoticed.

He still seemed determined to convince her, but after a ponder or two, he stayed silent. He couldn’t even come up with an excuse. The sheer incompetence of it bemused her.

There was no proper answer besides silence, so he nailed down the floorboard with the rest of the nails.

“Would you hand me the roof?”

She did. He put the roof to the side with some more deck screws.

The birdhouse was finished. They stepped back a little, observing their work.

“Well, you would at least be leaving something behind now.” He said, tittered.

She found that humorous. She truly did, but she didn’t laugh, not even a chuckle.

On their way out, Hilbert invited her to dinner, and a play. It was the play he was supposed to do a review on, and it would be performed in the local theatre on Thursday night. He said he got two tickets from the press, but he had no one to go with, so he was thinking of selling that ticket to earn some extra cash. Now that she was leaving, he wanted this to be to their farewell event. As she was imaging burning the theatre down, she accepted the offer.

The play’s name was John.

* * *

She walked out of the theatre with a face of complete shock. It was a mind contorting catharsis. She felt sick, so she bent down and tried to puke out whatever the dirt and smut that was in her, but she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, so she gagged on dirty airs, and choked on her own cold dark pride. Now she felt better, and her eyesight was now expanded for at least thirty degrees more than normal. Limbs felt duplicated, like many copies of them were behind each and every single move she made, shadowing her actual limbs with poor imitations. The play resonated. She could feel the play, and the storyline was giving her romantic kisses on her cheek along with the winter wind like she was being loved in the most intimate way that was possible. Making love. The play had made love with her.

She stood straight. The street was clean, people were walking out of the theatre, discussing the masterpiece they just saw.

Hilbert was standing next to her.

“Wow.” He said, seemed to be dazed by what he just saw.

“Indeed.” She answered. “I felt kinda sick.”

“Oh… I am so sorry.”

“In a good way.”

“Oh. It’s… alright.”

It's not alright, it’s great! She screamed in her heart.

“You need to head home then if you are feeling sick.”

“I will. Thanks for the play and dinner.”

“You are welcome. You have a way back right?”

“Yeah… buses.”

“I will see you around…”

She lolloped along the street for a bit, then she called a cap. Dragging herself onto the car became a harsh and relentless mission, but she did succeed at it. The taxi driver was this benign old man, with a green cap and a grey sweater on. He asked her if she was alright because she looked pale and sick. His face was furrowed beyond belief, but his voice was so mellow and chummy, and his expression so elder and kind. Befuddled by the nice old man, she told him the destination and closed her eyes shut pretending to be asleep. When the taxi got to her house, and as her feet were stepping out of her car, the driver gave her his blessing by telling her to have a good one, even though it was already two in the morning.

She got home, poured herself a glass of whiskey, and laid down her bed staring right at the ceiling. The alcohol ran through her throat like a double-decker bus operated by an inebriated Scottish man, and they burnt. She felt enlightened. The play she just saw sang songs within her head, and her mind became its backup singer. She had never felt so understood, no one had ever given her this feeling of absolute empathy, like the one who wrote this play actually knew her personally and knew her entire life up until this point. She gave a standing ovation when the curtain was drawn, and even now when she was already on her bed in her own soon to be former house, she still wanted to give the play another standing ovation. The script of the play had literally zero paid off, but the sense of loss and bloatedness and purposelessness and loneliness of life it had provided literally synchronized with her most inner emotions, like two magnets left near each other would just crash into each other with full forces, or two teens in their nonage with their unhinged hormones sucking each other’s face off in their embrace, or that one meteoroid leaped into earth during the extinction of dinosaurs.

She was drunk. She knew that, because she could see her own pallid volitant soul gyrated to the ceiling, ululating the sound of liberation. It flew all over the place, every corner of the room, and even tripped over the glass which still had some remaining whiskey in it. Elated by its presence, she cackled, then burst out in braying laughter. She would continue to lay on her bed, downing glasses after glasses of whiskey, and laugh and cry herself into sleep. She would do that because, for the first time of her life, she felt understood.

* * *

April looked just as beautiful as ever, with all the makeup and ludicrously expensive headgears. She was so young, and the blossoming youth could be seen from her ample bosom and ripe torso. She still got such a bright future ahead of her. She thought, so she walked up to the front desk. April saw her walking towards her, and gave her a giant PR smile. She smiled back, and thanked her for all the help she offered all these years.

As she cleaned out all of her belongings and cleared out her cubicle, sentimentality flooded her mind. She would miss this job, no matter how bad it may be from time to time, maybe she would miss this city as well. This job, this press house, was the epitome of a good chunk of her life, pleasant or not. Life was just too floaty and vacuous for one to insist it to be something enjoyable. All the bitterness she had gone through in this less than six feet square cubicle, now only amounts to a faint, lingering sweetness aloft her tongue. She smiled at the past, put the last of her possession, a Japanese peace Lily, into the cardboard box.

She was about to turn off the computer, and leave this house for one last time, but then she decided to read the newest draft of their newspaper, to see her final contribution to this press house. The last of her presence in this place that represented so much for her.

There was her work. The report about a slump near this area, written by that well-respected senior, edited by her.

Then she scrolled down a bit. Another article emerged.

The Cynical Banality -- A Critique of John

by Hilbert Johnson

The latest trend among the circle of artsy, pretentious writers had slipped further into the depth of inanity it seems. The newest sensation, John, by Annie Baker, was truly the greatest piece of theatre work I have ever seen, due to how revealing it is, that through simply watching the play we can truly and intimately feel the cynicism of those writers and how little respect they held for both writing and the art form of theatre.

The play followed a vacation of a damaged couple, and through piles amongst piles of useless dialogues and set up, we got to an ending that is so shocking, the only proper emotional response I can contribute is a simple sigh and a “meh” if I was having a good day. This is probably the most time-wasting theatre experience I have ever been through, and with my whole heart and with all my respect to anything holy above, I mustered all of my strength just to not walk out in the mid-act, and after the play had ended, I wish I could scorn myself for holding up the integrity of being an audience, because clearly, the creator of the thing has no intention of holding up anything.

Anton Chekhov’s principle of firing a gun in the third act if the gun was presented in the first act, had been defenestrated in the most violent way that is possible. The number of guns this play had thrown out was truly mind-boggling, and of course, none of them even made a spark by the end of the play, let alone firing any of it. The amount of subverted expectations become mere statistical numbers by the second act, and none of them can induce any emotional response besides simple ennui. Set up led to nothing, and half of the stuff the script had offered was useless beyond belief. The story threw out countless dots to encourage the readers to connect them by themselves, but by the end none of them had any pay-off and audiences and readers just left wondering why they wasted their time with it. It was like if there is this breadcrumbs trail in the forest, it is interesting so you follow it, and the trails just lead you to more forest, and more forest, and finally the end of the trail is just more forest and nothing else. It is an infuriating experience.

Besides the problem of having no paid off, the story was also clogged with useless assets that have no use whatsoever. To demonstrate the point, there is this entire scene in the play dedicated to a reading of the work from HP Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu, with no particular reasons and contributed nothing to the story. Why Lovecraft? Why not Edgar Allen Poe? Why The Call of Cthulhu, why not The Shunned House? No one would know the answer to those questions, because it doesn’t matter. It is like the writer just put some useless trash in between the actual story, just so it is different than the “normal” and “mundane” stories of the others. The play felt wider than an ocean but shallower than a piss creak, but somehow those high tier critiques now consider that quality of one that is a compliment. Maybe I am too stupid to realize the symbolism these informations, but isn’t it equally problematic when your play had nothing but symbolism?

Which leads me here. Not only the content I must criticize, but I also need to criticize the mentality of it as well. Critics say the play had perfectly captured the nature of human life, and the loneliness it had offered, praised it to be one of the best plays that year had to offer. How the play subverted the expectations of the audiences, bringing them to an emotional rollercoaster. How the play successfully captured human’s inner nihilism.

If such a story and writing concept were executed in a short story, I would not even have said a thing. But to put it in such a drag out script, was truly an insult. The play felt like it was written to subvert the audience’s expectation, for the sake of subverting the audience's expectation. It was breaking the golden rules of storytelling, for the sake of breaking the gold rules of storytelling. It was being special, for the sake of being special. It has this immunity of criticism since whenever anyone points out the flaws within the story of the storytelling techniques, it could be brushed under the rug by simply saying it was the intention of the script so it could mimic the meaninglessness of real life. It failed at every level of providing a joyful or anything remotely close to an enjoyable experience for the audience, then turned its head and said it was doing so intentionally. It felt like a work created by the most high-end writer, just so he or she could break more new ground and receive more praise from all of her also high-end colleagues, the top five percent of the population. But this play was also genius enough to pander to the bottom five percent of the population, by presenting nihilism as its topmost quality. According to anecdote, when the play premiered at Paris, viewed by normal theatre-goers, all of them walked out in protest, but when the play was put on the San Francisco Prison, all of the prisoners gave it a stand-up ovation for how close and real the play had represented life itself.

How benevolent of an idea. In that case, whenever criticisms was brought up, this anecdote would just be the last nail of the coffin for the critique. Who you would want to side with, the poor and oppressed prisoners from San Francisco, or the smug, overprivileged theatre-goers from Paris? Case closed.

Truly cynical. To make a play so intentionally abhorrent for any normal viewer, and so pandering to those who are the most vulnerable along with those who are on the very top. It is truly disgusting to see the current mentality of creating art had regressed to a point where a Pulitzer Award-winning writer would write something like this, just to poke and enrage the normal viewers, then slap them across the face and scorn them for not understanding true hardship of human life, and being a privileged arse.

Art is based on real life, and above it. Imitating real life with art in this fashion, truly could only be described as pathetic.

If I am being as cynical as the writer, I would answer the previously asked question like this:

Who actually, wholeheartedly, wants to side, or go along with the prisoners in San Francisco, rather than those so-called fancy theatre attendees from Paris. Sure, everyone would say they would go for the prisoners, and condemn how privileged those theatre-goers are, but are we honest to ourselves? Between the Id, ego, and superego, which part of us is speaking when we said we would side with the prisoners?

I don’t want to be so cynical, I truly don’t. But when faced with a play created for the top five percent and the bottom five percent of the population and no one else, created to break all the established rules for the sake of breaking established rules instead of breaking traditions because it would help the storytelling or the style of the work, created not to express a message to or provide any entertainment to the public but rather to scorn and educate them for being one of the mundane, created to be as artsy as possible and as high end as possible, I don’t really know the way to keep my cynicism in check. I am just a mundane guy, who went to a theatre expecting something, anything that is not a cynical piece of esoteric mock, and before I can do anything about it, my money and my time were wasted into the thin air in return of absolutely nothing.

I still haven’t mentioned how western-centric this play is, how any other culture that values practicalism and collectivism instead of romanticism and individualism of the westerners would despise this play with their most core value, and how racially insensitive it is for it to be exclusively enjoyed and judged by western audiences, but I have had enough. If I keep talking about this thing, the seed of migraine in my head will be out of control.

This is true cynicism.

It has some terrific writing techniques, and the restraint and subtlety of the writing were all beautiful, but it can’t amount to all the other issues I have with the script, not even close.

I gave it a strong two to a light three, out of ten.

John, by Annie Baker, 3/10

By Hilbert Johnson

* * *

Look at this fat bastard. Oily and greasy, how in all the bloody but holy hell can he get a job? She thought to herself, as the waiter standing in front of her was waiting for her to order something. What a waste of resources. Truly morality had got itself into some sort of unremitting horror, just so this creature can serve in an overpriced airport cafe.

“Nothing. Thanks.” She said.

“What you two want for drinks then?” The waiter asked, clearly empty-minded at this moment.

“Uh I would want some sweet tea, and for the lady here, a cup of hot coffee, lots…”

“Black.”

Hilbert paused for a second. “Make it black then.”

The waiter walked off, and a cup of sweet tea and coffee were put on the table.

“So that’s it.” Hilbert said, taking a sip of the sweet tea, “No way to convince you.”

“You do not have to. Nor is there a necessity for you to do so.” She said, took a sip of the coffee.

Bitter.

“How about the apartment? You just clear your debt for it.”

“Sell it. Or rent it. You don’t have to worry.”

“You sure you don’t want to eat anything before you got on the plane?”

“No. I am fine. You can get something to eat if you want.”

“No.”

“Then we can just have a drink can’t we?”

Pause. Silence. Just the noise of her sipping her coffee.

“I want to apologize.” He finally spoke.

“Not necessary.” She then followed it up with: “For what?”

“I am so sorry about that play that night. It was truly not my intention… I don’t know better.”

“It was a pleasant night.”

“It was truly awful to waste our time like that. I don’t know what the play was about. I should’ve done some more research on it before inviting you…”

“I am actually kind of hungry.” She suddenly uttered. She waved for the waiter, this time the waiter was no longer fat and ugly, but still possessed the same uninvested attitude and disgusting demeanor for a waiter to have. “May I have a slice of the cheesecake, the plain one.”

“Yea, and what the good sir wants?”

“Huh… refill my tea.”

The cheesecake tasted like anesthetic, and it was also bitter.

“I just want you to know, I did not intend for the play to be that... indescribable.”

“It is alright.” She said, finishing the cheesecake with her fork.

“So uh… this will probably be the last time we have a meal together, in a very long time.”

“You want some cheesecake as well?”

“No… thanks.”

“The play was very good.”

“You really don’t have to say that… I felt guilty enough as it is…”

“My plane is almost here.”

“I will walk you to the…”

“You still have work, Hilbert. Thanks for all these years.”

“For sure.”

“Take care.”

“Yea.”

She left, leaving him alone, sitting in the airport cafe.

The cup of black coffee she ordered was not finished.

* * *

The old man laying on the bed looking unfamiliar and strange, elder as well, like some kind of eldritch monster. The bed was made with a clean white sheet, and the flowers next to the bed were all withered and shriveled. The Filipino nurse came in and took those flowers out of the vase, and replaced it with fresh white lilies. That corner of the room looked so clean compared to the rest like it was just created out of thin air minutes ago, like no one had ever walked into that corner of the room ever before. She walked around the room, confused, walked back to the front desk. The receptionist there looked like even more of a whore than April, which was quite an achievement considering the environment they were now in was not the most casual place for one to be working in, she was expecting some kind of professionalism at the very least. The nurse pushed her away because she was blocking the hallway, she stepped back a little, asked the receptionist, who was also a nurse.

The receptionist spent forever going through her computer, then she pulled out a bunch of paperwork and asked her to sign.

She was confused, she asked her the question again. The nurse stared back at her with the most intense gaze like she had just accused her of murder.

Murder.

Like an unclogged sink, she now realized why.

* * *

Rustling leaves and moaning sky, darkening the land with argentine clouds, screaming winds and blinding rainstorm. Somehow the moving company was still working even under such harsh conditions. Laborers and workers carried out those old familiar pieces of furniture and threw them onto the truck with the most apathetic attitude one could have ever have, but who could blame them, not a single person would be glad to work amidst an incoming storm, but uncultured man do uncultured job, who could blame anyone for it? She walked past those people, walked directly into the house. One of the workers stopped her, said the house was under construction and unrelated personnel should stay away, she said I am more related to this house than I would ever want to admit to myself and the police would be on their way if you keep blocking my way. The worker, of course, stepped back.

He was sitting on one of the wooden antique chairs of theirs, in the middle of a practically empty living room, seemed like the movers were doing their job quite efficiently. He was reading a book. Atlas shrugged. What a surprise. Men love it. They goddamn love it. Hilbert once read that book as well, and he wouldn’t shut up about it for the next three months. Truly one has to treat themselves with godhood to think of themselves worthy of the position of Atlas where he could have just shrugged away all of his weight. She had never read the book.

He rose his head and saw her standing at the door, with a black bedraggled umbrella on her hand.

“Holy moly! Why are you here?”

“Why did you lie to me?”

“When are you back? You should have told me about it.”

“Why did you not tell me?”

“Why would you be here anyway? I really didn’t expect you to come.”

“Answer me.”

“You want some tea?”

“John.” She was gnashing. “Answer me.”

“There is still some coffee lying around.”

A short silence.

“A cup of coffee would be nice.”

“I don’t have much sugar though, and I think those creams have certainly expired…”

“Black.”

There were two wooden antique chairs in the living room now, and a small wooden teapoy between the two. A cup of coffee and a cup of sweet tea were placed on the teapoy, along with the book Atlas shrugged.

“When was ma gone?”

“Two weeks ago.” He took a sip of the tea. “Ah… perfect for a rainy day like this. A cup of hot sweet tea.”

“Why did you not tell me?”

“Do you know ma was extremely proud of us?”

She didn’t answer.

“Of course you don’t. Why would you? She kept telling me not to bother you. She didn’t want to bother you. She said to me, don’t bother her because her job working for that international trading company must be straining.”

“Why did you not tell me?”

“She said not to bother you.”

“What?” Truly enraged, she was progressively getting angrier as the conversation continued, “You didn’t tell me ma is gone, because she told you not to bother me?”

“Well, she didn’t want to bother you! You have a busy job.”

“So you didn’t tell me my mom is dead!? When exactly did she die again?”

“Uh… the funeral was this Monday…”

“Funeral? What funeral?”

“Funeral for ma. Everyone was there…”

“And you didn’t tell me my ma is dead! And you didn’t tell me about the funeral?”

“She said not to bother you… I listened to her.”

“What are you, mad?” She stood up in rage. “You didn’t tell me my mom is goddamn dead because she told you not to bother me?”

“Yes exactly!” He was vexed as well, for some reason, he was clearly in the wrong here so god knows what could possibly be fueling his fury. “Exactly, I didn’t tell you ma is dead because she told me not to! And by god! It took some amount of repetition to get this across that thick goddamn skull of yours!”

“We met on Tuesdays! We talked in the press house! And even then you still lied right to my face!”

“I didn’t lie to you. She told me not to bother…”

“You lied to me! You sultry little squid piss lied! You told me…”

“I DIDN’T LIE TO YOU! SHE WAS FEELING BETTER! SHE IN ALL HELL GODDAMN WAS!”

The scream was ugly, intense, and truly horrifying. Every other screams before this one shivered in its presence.

“I couldn’t drink tea no more.” He sat back down. “They all tasted bitter.”

“Me neither. I couldn’t drink coffee, because sugar and cream just make it more bitter…” She sat back down also.

Silence. The storm outside bellowed.

“I enjoyed some theatre art recently.” He suddenly voiced. “Have you heard of a play called ‘John’?”

Just when she was about to answer, a mover walked in.

“Sir, the furniture is all loaded on the truck now.”

“Sure, have a break, wait till the storm blows over.”

The worker gave her a gaze, then walked out of the house.

What a fat piece of trash. She thought.

The End

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monumental rain

pairing: peter parker x female!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none

plot: The rain always marks something special in their relationship.

A/N: this was requested by @princeofsassgard, i hope this is what you wanted :) // i’m on mobile rn so i hope the read more works, if it doesn't, i’ll fix it later

“Are you sure you got it?” (y/n) asks, quickly glancing over at Peter.

“Yup. I got it, I’m fine.”

“But are you sure?”

“(y/n).”

(y/n) sighs, surrendering to him. Peter insisted that he could carry two of her reusable grocery bags despite her protests against it. He only let her carry the lightest one, which she swung between them as they made their way back to her dorm. Peter wasn’t struggling at all really, he was carrying them with ease. But that little voice in her head was telling her that she shouldn’t be forcing Peter to carry her groceries at all. He was practically her guest.

“You know, you didn’t have to come with me,” (y/n) says.

Peter quickly looks over to his left to see (y/n) with her eyes trained to the ground as she twirled the bag around. She was adorable, how could he not offer to carry her groceries? “Mhm, I wanted to keep you company.”

Her heart melts. Peter was so sweet, he always was. She’s known Peter for the longest time and she was sure that he’ll get tired of her. In (y/n)’s mind, their friendship was going to falter after high school. It was inevitable, Peter was going to move on to bigger and better things and she’ll just be a distant memory. But Peter kept touch, even if he went to college in another state.

That’s why (y/n) can’t get over him. Their friendship wasn’t one-sided, he put in effort too. Her mind blew it out of proportion again, telling her there was a deeper motive. That deeper motive was most likely non-existent, but she likes to believe they’ll end up together. Peter was just so caring and considerate that she would fall for him all over again. She was hoping that her long time crush will finally extinguish after he moved away, but no. It’s still burning and he keeps adding fuel to the fire.

Peter travelled back to New York for winter break and (y/n) couldn’t get enough of him. MJ was convinced that (y/n) spent more time with Peter instead of her family over break. She wasn’t wrong though, (y/n) would jump at any opportunity to spend time with Peter. He would disappear after break and who knows how long til she sees him again. Peter had a whole other life at MIT. He can be swept off his feet and she may never see him again. So she takes every chance she can to spend time with him, even if it was just telling him that she has to get groceries and him offering to come with.

“Hey, did you feel that?” Peter asks. Was he talking about the connection they had and how she wants him so bad? Probably not, but she can dream. After all, dreaming is what keeps the world going round.

“Uh, no.”

Peter holds his hand out, palm facing the sky. “Huh, I thought I felt ra-“

His sentence was cut short by the sudden downpour that took over. It was a light drizzle at first, the one Peter felt. It quickly intensified, taking both of them off guard. The sky was rapidly consumed with dark clouds that brought heavy rain that thudded against cars and sidewalks. The already fast pace of New York went into overdrive, as everyone tried to avoid the rain.

“Oh my god,” (y/n) shrieks as the rain starts to soak her coat. Lately, it wasn’t freezing so she wore a lightweight coat that provided no defense to water.

Peter laughs, throwing his head back to embrace the rain. The water works it’s way down his face, tracing every line. On the other hand, (y/n) stands frozen in place, shocked at the sudden shower.

“Come on, you can’t just stand there,” Peter says. He switches one of the bags over to his other hand, using the free one to grab her wrist.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god,” Peter whispers. He made about five steps of progress before he comes to a halt. It dawns on him, he’s holding her hand. Technically, it was just her wrist, but same difference. It was enough for his heart to stop.

(y/n) stood still, not wanting to break the moment. He was almost holding her hand. She would do anything to preserve this moment, even if they got caught up in a hurricane she would do her best. Peter was here and he was so close. He had this way of making her feel so bubbly, she could break out in song and dance through the rain like it was nothing.

They probably could have stayed on the sidewalk forever, time seemed to cease. The rain was no longer a problem, they would bask in this moment as long as they could. Both of their minds were more concentrated on the almost hand-holding rather than the brewing storm. They only snap out of it when someone brushes past (y/n). She stumbles a few steps closer to Peter with someone shouting “Get out of the way!”

(y/n) scoffs, reality settling back in. “That was rude.”

“Hey! Hey-“ Peter starts, turning back to the crowd looking for him.

“Pete, he’s not there.”

“I, uh, know but he shouldn’t have pushed you.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes. “You’ve been gone for too long, you forgot how people act in New York.”

Peter shakes his head, chuckling at her comment. He starts tugging her along again, the butterflies coming alive in his stomach when she doesn't pull away.

(y/n) laughs as he drags her through the crowd, water splashing onto her jeans from forming puddles. “You know what this reminds me of?”

Peter looks behind his shoulder. He cocks his head, eyebrows scrunched as if he was pondering the meaning of life. “Mhm, nope.”

“Remember when we first started getting close? We got paired for that science project an-“

“And you were over at my apartment for the third day in a row because you didn’t do any wor- Ow!” Peter says.

(y/n) lightly swung her grocery bag at Peters leg. “I was a stupid sophomore, leave me alone.”

“Um, sure.” He receives a dirty look from (y/n), but she still lets him drag her around. “Anyways, you had to walk home right? But, uh, it started raining and I felt bad. So I walked you home with an umbrella.”

“History repeats itself,” her voice going soft. That memory had a special place in her heart. It was the moment where she saw Peter as someone she would love to get to know. She wanted to know why he did that. She barely did any work because it was too advanced and Peter had to do most of it, but he still walked her home. Peter always clammed up around her and she saw the way he relaxed when he was with Ned and MJ during lunch, she wanted that. She wanted to understand him in every way. That was the day (y/n) pinpointed to the beginning of their friendship. It was monumental.

“You and I have a thing for the rain huh?” Peter continues. “Remember, uh, I think junior year, when it was raining and we were taking the bus to your apartment and you slipped?”

(y/n) lets out a soft laugh. “How could I forget?” When the bell rang to dismiss them, it was pouring. Everyone was running to make it to the bus the least soaked, including them. They were studying for finals and were on their way to her apartment. (y/n) was running so fast and she slipped on a sidewalk puddle. Peter somehow managed to catch her from hitting the ground. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but she was in his arms. Her heart skipped a beat and she was a goner for him. Her crush for Peter bloomed from that moment.

“Another rain story for the book.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?” He looks back at her again. Her hair had fallen all over her face from the rain and she was completely drenched.

“You should visit more often.”

“I was in New York three weeks ago.”

(y/n) sighs. Peter was never here enough. Thinking about him leaving physically hurt her heart. There would be no one to drag to the market and no one to waste her time with. “Well, I miss you.”

A smile takes over Peter face, it made up for the loss of sunshine the clouds took away. “I miss you too.”

“Then stay.”

“What?”

Panic shoots ups her spine, her eyes wide. Maybe she was completely misreading the situation. Yes, he was almost holding her hand and carrying groceries but that can be friendly. He was just being friendly. They shared hugs and she would lean on him if she was feeling risky, but that was normal. Every single they did was normal, not some secret message that they both loved each other.

(y/n) rushes past Peter with her cheeks ablaze. She was the one doing the dragging now, or at least attempting too. Peter refused to move, his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Are you alright?” he asks.

“Mhm. I’m doing great, splendid. I mean it’s raining a lot and that kind of sucks, but we have a thing for rain. I’m wet so that sucks. Wait, not like that. Wait, you weren’t thinking about it like that but now you are. Never mind, just rain,” (y/n) spews out with a nervous laugh.

Peter shakes his head because he sees where this is going. (y/n) had a nasty habit of saying too much when she was trying to act natural. He figures if he keeps pushing her, something is bound to spill. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. Just me and the rain and you. It’s really nice, the rain. Kinda sucks that we’re getting drenched and the fact that I chose to go to that organic super store that’s really far from my dorm apparently. Speaking of dorms, why do we have to stay on campus freshmen year, huh? That doesn't make sense. But we should go before we get pneumonia.”

Peter held his ground as (y/n) repeatedly tried to pull him forward. “Right.”

“I’m fine Peter. Maybe the problem is you. You’ve been gone for too long and forgot how I act. This is how I always act. Now let’s go. Why aren’t you moving? I’m actually pulling so hard.”

“You’re just acting kind of, um, weird.” (y/n) has taken on a new approach, she wrapped her other free hand on his wrist, using both of her arms to make him budge. His arm was going to be pulled out of its socket at this rate.

“MIT is definitely getting to you. This is who I am. We have to go, we’re literally going to get hypothermia. Why is it even raining during the winter? Global warming sucks. Are you working on fixing global warm at MIT?”

“Probably? (y/n) stop freaking ou-“

“I’m not freaking out! You’re the one who won’t move in the rain after I said I miss you. All I said was I miss you! It’s not like I confessed that I love you.”

(y/n)’s eyes widen, because oh no. She did not just say that. But by the way her heart was thumping and the air was knocked out of her lungs, she definitely said that. She whips around, letting the arm clutching him go. Peter still held onto her wrist and she swore he could feel her burning up. There was no way she could brush that one off. She could’ve played it off and pretend it was a joke but it’s too late. She waited too long to say she was kidding. All she could do was face Peter.

Peter stood there, his arm no longer being pulled from his body. (y/n) had her back to him, but he could tell she was waiting for him to say something. It was his cue after all, this was the part he either breaks her heart or makes her day. But instead, he was frozen in shock at the confession.

“The bread.” (y/n) says, hoping that Peter won’t mention it again. She figures he was going to ignore it by the lack of response. She laughs a bit to mask her heartbreak, but that’s what she expected. Peter barely talked about his friends at MIT, so there probably is some gorgeous person waiting for him. (y/n) can’t be hurt by that, Peter is amazing. She should’ve foreseen someone snatching him up. At least if she lets out a few tears the rain will wash it away. “The bread Peter! It’s going to be soggy, we have to go back. Like right now.”

“Wh-what did you say?”

“The bread will be soggy.”

“No, um, before that.”

(y/n) feels herself deflating. She threw her friendship out the window. Peter will probably never want to talk to her or see her again. They weren’t even dating and she said I love you. The way she said it could not be passed off as a friendly one. She swallows her pride and turns to face him. “I’m sorry.”

(y/n) tries to tug her arm out of his grasp. It didn’t feel right anymore. It kind of hurt having him that close to her but she can never get what she wanted. But he doesn't let go. “Peter, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, um-“

(y/n) lowers her head. She kicks at some small puddles that form, she can’t make eye contact with him. There was no way she could. “It’s alright if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I get that it’s stupid and I had no right to say that. I’m sorry for dragging you out here to help with groceries and stealing all your time here. I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s fine beca-“

“You don’t have to feel bad about it. I totally get why you wouldn’t wan-“

Peter lets out the smallest laugh, shaking his head. “Hey, look at me.”

(y/n) raises her head, but she keeps her eyes pointed towards the sky. The rain splashed onto her face, it was almost refreshing. The rain proved useful, masking the few tears that started to form. She refuses to cry here, not in front of Peter. If she knows anything about him, it’s that he’ll feel guilty. There was no way she could do that to him. He needed a break, not another problem. If she laughs it off, he won’t think much about it.

Peter places a hand on her face, pushing some strands of hair to the side. He was hesitant doing that, unsure if he had permission to. His hand pulls away from her face and her attention follows them. She looks at him instead of the gray sky. Peter takes in a deep breath, hoping for the best. “It’s, it’s fine because I like you too. You’re just amazing in every aspect and I feel so happy with you. It’s almost tempting to stay here. I like you. I don’t know if I can, um, say I love you but I like you a lot.”

A flood of relief washes over her, followed by bliss. He likes her. Her free hand flies over her mouth, trying to cover the joy that was spilling out. He likes her. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Peters eyes crinkle from the grin he gives (y/n). She turns into a giggling mess, her happiness couldn’t be contained. He likes her and she likes him. Her heart was fluttering at the idea that they could become something more than friends. “I have no idea why I said that, but I’m glad I did.”

Peter beams at her. Maybe he was soaked and most likely will be sick tomorrow, but this made it worth it. “Me too.”

(y/n) feels the rain falling over them and she knows what she has to do. It was bold for her, but the adrenaline from her newfound relationship kicked in. She leans over to kiss his cheek, lingering just for a few seconds before pulling away to see a bright red Peter. “I’m sorry, was it too soon? Oh my god, did I ruin it?”

“No! No, it was perfect. You saw the rain and took the chance. I’m, I’m glad you did.” He lets go of (y/n)’s wrist to slide his hand into her hand, which she eagerly accepts. “We should probably go before the bread gets more soggy.”

“Will you ever let me live it down?” (y/n) laughs, shaking her head. She glances down where their hands meet and it was a feeling she would love to get used to.

Peter swings their arms between them, creating a rhythm that matches his heart. “Uh, probably not. You told me you liked me and then changed the subject bread.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, but she can’t be mad at him. He likes her. Peter wasn’t expecting to confess his crush on her in the middle of a sidewalk while carrying groceries that had to be soaked by now, but somehow it was perfect. They didn’t mind the rain. If the rain marked milestones in their relationship, bring on the rain.

tagging some mutual who may like it, sorry if you don't: @tomshufflepuff @hollandsosterfield @dudewherearethepeaches @theamazingspiderlingg @saygoodnight-n-go

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 5 years

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Storm At Sea

Summary: A whump fic, takes place during RttE. Snotlout got in an argument with Astrid that left her boiling with rage. He left the Edge alltogether, fearing her wrath, but doesn't return when a terrible storm makes the sea restless. Hiccup grows worried and decides to go out there to find Snotlout and Hookfang together with Toothless.

Author’s Notes: This is that second rude idea I mentioned the day before yesterday. The same one I was supposed to have finished yesterday. Couldn’t concentrate and wasn’t satisfied with the ending. But here it is!

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

His heartrate was elevated, his breathing wasn't as calm as it was supposed to be, his hands were clammy, he couldn't stop pacing, he was tense, his mind was racing and... All of these sensations Hiccup was much too acquainted with.

It was the feeling of being worried to death. The current cause? The runaway Snotlout Jorgenson and his tag along Hookfang the Monstrous Nightmare.

He had done it again. Snotlout had gone ahead and made Astrid angry. Pissed her right off! To the point that no place on the Edge was safe for him to hide and he needed to flee for the sky instead.

But hours had passed and now a thunderstorm made the ocean restless and the heavens treacherous. It was much too dangerous to be out there on either ship or dragon and neither Snotlout nor Hookfang had returned home thus far.

And so Hiccup found himself being worried to death. He had no appetite and that while the other Riders were gorging themselves without a care in the world. In fact, it almost looked like they had been granted peace for once.

As they continued to eat and make jokes, Hiccup eventually reached his boiling point. His nerves were frayed and he was irritable.

"Are we really all just gonna sit here and pretend nothing's wrong?" Hiccup questioned his friends, his betrothed, but none of them even bothered pausing in their meal to answer.

"Nothing is wrong." Was all Astrid decided to say on the matter before taking another bite, still steaming from her argument earlier that same day.

"And we're not all sitting-" Ruffnut started.

"-Yeah, you've been standing and pacing for the last hour." And Tuffnut finished.

"Have any of you actually taken a look outside? There's a terrible storm going on and Snotlout isn't home yet! He's a chicken, he would never stay away for this long!" Hiccup gestured to the open door, which he had left open despite their many protests. He wanted to see their missing members return.

"It's Snotlout, Hiccup." Astrid had to keep from sighing. Though she barely tried.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Hiccup let his hands settle on his sides, brows furrowing even deeper. Finally at least three of the Riders paused in their eating as they gazed at the would-be-wedded couple.

"Hiccup, I'm sure Astrid didn't mean anything by it." Fishlegs tried to douse the fire of another brewing argument.

"I mean that Snotlout is Snotlout and that he will be just fine. If he's going to be an idiot and get himself in trouble, he might aswell get himself out." Astrid cared little for the Ingerman's attempt at keeping peace.

"Uhm, Astrid?" Another meek effort was made.

"Do you even hear yourself?!" It wasn't like Hiccup to grow this angry so fast, but he was truly worried. Sometimes just a little drizzle was enough to keep Snotlout inside. He didn't even like getting wet all that much!

So to stay out for this long in a storm that fierce...

Another single look outside, at the pouring rain, the brutal winds and the lightning striking the sea, and Hiccup wanted to wait no more.

He slammed his hands a little too hard on the table, harder than he had intended, and the Riders looked at him in surprise. Ruff and Tuff's mouths once more stuffed with food.

"Fine then. You stay here and eat, but Toothless and I are gonna go out there and find him. He could be in trouble out there and I'm not gonna stand around and let anything happen to him or Hookfang." And Hiccup stomped out. He hadn't really bothered to check with Toothless either, who had been watching the arguing from the sidelines with interest. It wasn't like his Viking to yell.

The Night Fury got up and followed his Rider outside, though. He did agree with Hiccup. Two of their own might be in danger and they couldn't simply stay home and wait.

"Hiccup, get back in here!" Astrid shouted after him, but the lead Dragon Rider was already mounting Toothless and hooking his safety belt to the saddle.

"It's really storming out there."

"Snotlout will be fine!"

"He's probably just hiding on the Edge somewhere."

The Riders tried to convince him to wait the storm out, to stay here with them where it was warm and dry.

If Hiccup wasn't already angry before, he was furious now.

He looked back at the others with a glare colder than they were used to see from him, as if he glared at all. The rain so heavy his hair already clung to his scalp and drenched his clothing.

"Shame you can't show that kind of worry for Snotlout." It was a low blow for sure, especially coming from him, but it needed to be said. He could apologize and feel terrible for it later. At the moment, he was too angry to care.

"Hiccup!" With Astrid shouting his name did the two take off and braved the storm together. They all watched them disappear in a downpour too thick to see through, knowing the duo would not return until they found Snotlout and Hookfang. They were just that stubborn.

"Unbelievable!" Astrid growled, slamming her fists down hard enough to cause a plate to clatter to the ground.

Fishlegs and the twins kept their gazes on the storm raging outside. Even when their lead Rider and Dragon were long gone.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Tuffnut asked, concerend.

"Maybe we should've gone out there too? I mean, he was right. Kinda rude for us to stay inside when they're all out there." Ruffnut continued and the three of them faced Astrid again.

"It's Hiccup and Toothless. They'll be fine." She could only wish her voice and person carried the same kind of conviction her words seemed to hold. After pushing her plate out of the way, her eyes moved to stare out the door and she found her anger swiftly dwindling away to be replaced with something far worse. Stress.

For both Hiccup and Toothless. And perhaps for Snotlout and Hookfang aswell.

Morning came soon enough, but the sun was already high in the sky by the time the Riders woke up. It was what eventually roused them. All still sitting at the table, they hadn't left the clubhouse in favour of staying dry and now the remaining three got to experience the joy of an aching back.

"Oh Gods." Astrid groaned and rubbed her spine, pulling strands of hair from her mouth as she struggled to keep her eyes open in the bright sun. How her hair got this messed up even when she didn't sleep in a bed was beyond her.

Her body was a total wreck too. How did she ever convince herself to sleep like this again?

But it was something they did often. This wasn't the first time they had slept some place that wasn't their bed because of bad weather. One of those locations were each others' huts.

Still, sleeping at a table wasn't their best idea and now they were paying the price for it. The twins and Fishlegs, too, woke up feeling more tired than refreshed. They really had to think this through next time.

The loud sound of something crashing against the clubhous wall completely out of the blue startled them all. Who wasn't awake yet, sure was now. One by one they groaned, becoming more aware of the aching in their bodies as they sat up.

They were a mess and what happened next would only make it worse.

"Uh, hello?! Did you forget how important I am? I can't believe none of you wanted to go out there to find me!" Snotlout Jorgenson and Hookfang had returned and the former had brought with him loud complaining.

"Oh great." Another round of groaning.

"Hey! I heard that!"

Snotlout entered and promptly searched for some food to satiate his raging hunger. His stomach was eating itself by now and he needed something to chew on. Meanwhile Hookfang left to do the same in the stables, for once not striding with his usual pride.

"Where is Hiccup?" Astrid didn't bother asking where he'd been. She asked this instead as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, noticing that her fiance hadn't joined them in the clubhouse. Was he still angry with them? Not like him to hold onto his anger like that.

"Hiccup? I don't know, maybe the backstabber's in his hut? Can't believe not even Hiccup 'I get worried when my friends get as much as a splinter' Haddock didn't come find me either!" Snotlout then casually dropped a Shadow Wing's bomb on the others as he stuffed his mouth full of cold stew.

He had no idea the kind of immediate impact his words had.

He hadn't noticed that the room had fallen silent. He hadn't noticed a certain and chilling cold settling in the air. He hadn't noticed the others staring at him with eyes wide in shock until he turned around to complain about cold food and found himself staring back.

"What?" His mouth was still full.

Astrid jumped up and grabbed the Jorgenson by the shoulders, a wild look in her eyes.

"What do you mean Hiccup never came for you?!" The strength of her grip on his tunic would've left bruises on skin.

Snotlout swallowed the stew and almost didn't know what to say. This was awfully reminiscent of yesterday and he wished Hookfang hadn't left yet. Astrid's axe was right here in the clubhouse too.

"That I can't believe Hiccup would stab me in the back like that?" That answer wasn't what she was searching for.

"No, Snotlout! What did you mean when you told us you never saw Hiccup?!" She pressed on, formulating her question differently in the hopes of figuring out what the Viking before her had really said.

"Just that I never saw that freckled mug of his? Or Toothless'?" Snotlout choose his words a little more careful now, not sure what to think of Astrid's new outburst or that look on her face, the one he could only call panicked.

He looked beyond her, at the faces of the three remaining Riders who stared at him too. And their expressions he could only describe with terror.

"Hiccup... came for me?" Snotlout ever only used his voice to be loud, but the tone he used that time was small and scared. Like the realization that timidly came to settle in his mind, as if frightened.

Hiccup had come for him? And he wasn't home safe and sound now? Hiccup had come searching for him, but Snotlout had never seen him? He hadn't strayed too far from the Edge either because of the weather. Finding each other should've been easy!

But Snotlout was here. And Hiccup wasn't.

"Riders, suit up! We're going out there!"

The Dragon Riders searched.

After saddling their dragons and mounting them with haste, they took off and left for the direction they had last seen Hiccup and Toothless disappear into. One by one, they had felt determined then. Ready to face anything and anyone if necessary. They had courage on their side. And hope.

For hours they were out there as they scoured the now calm sea for any signs of life. The North, the East, the South and the West. When they came with nothing in one direction, they returned to the Edge and started over in another, making sure to include every sea stack and island on their way.

Nothing.

Like this morning turned to midday, to evening and then eventually into night. The need for food and sleep was pushed aside in favour of continuing what was essentially a search and rescue mission. Even the Dragons, once realizing that they were missing two of their own, cared little for their growling stomachs. When resting for a moment on the nearest island or sea stack, they would quickly urge their Riders to get back in the saddle to keep going.

Nothing.

It was only out of pure exhaustion that they'd drag themselves back to their home away from home, hoping to see either one of those two muttonheads already there with no idea what was going on.

They weren't there, nor did they return the following morning.

The Riders would all crash in the clubhouse again, the Dragons closeby and ready to go at a moment's notice. When the next day came, they grabbed a quick bite to eat along the way and off they were again.

That night they also came back empty handed.

And the next and the next until eventually a week had passed.

And then another and another, until one whole month had passed.

And still nothing.

One late night, a whole three months after that fateful night, the Dragon Riders landed in front of the stables. Their fruitless mission had ended without a reunion one more. And as one half went on to check the huts and clubhouse, like they had been doing every day since the evening Hiccup and Toothless left, the Vikings stayed.

Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut looked to Astrid, who found herself staring at the dark horizon, hoping with every fiber of her breathing being to see an even darker speck come closer in the distance. One by one, they all wore expressions of defeat and of loss.

"Astrid?" Neither one of the five had said much these past twelve tiring weeks filled with nothing but worrying, searching, pain and a growing hopelessness.

Astrid balled her fists.

She knew what he was going to ask. It was a question present in the backs of all of their minds, nagging and demanding to be heard and spoken.

Each and every day it grew louder and louder. Her heart shattered and her fighting spirit left her just thinking about it.

No, she didn't want to hear it. Not from him, not from herself, not from anyone!

These were words that should never be spoken.

Because so long as she didn't actually say it, so long as she didn't, they could all keep pretending those two were still out there. Somehow.

And yet...

"Did we lose Hiccup and Toothless?"

Fishlegs spoke the words no one had dared to speak.

And suddenly their entire world came crashing down.

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fearofaherobrine · 7 years

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Roleplay Server Log #285

“Vampire Bloom, Brine Birth Control, Dragon Pictures”

[Karla] Pats him in an affectionate way. - You're always free to come visit us.

[Lie] - Yes, thank you. Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do next...

[Karla] How so?

[Lie] - A side effect of my husbands upgrade is that he'll have energy surges if he doesn't have a special energy draining sword with him... We currently have no idea where the sword is and he's on the verge of a surge. This means he's either going to go on a murder spree, or hunt me down and pretty much fuck me senseless

[Karla] There are easier ways to wear a man out.

[Ever] Snickers-

[Lie] Gives Karla a curious glance-

[Karla] You don't have to let him do all the work my dear....

[Lie] - Yeah he'll never go for that sort of stuff

[Karla] Taps her chin- Tell me more about these flowers of yours.

[Lie] - My flowers? Well, I have a healing one, used very often, dream flowers which strain out nightmares, cold flowers, honesty blossoms, my offensive plants, some oil flowers, the calming flowers, a love bloom, and a few others. I can also always make new ones

[Karla] What do you need to make new flowers?

[Lie] - Some I've used other things, like the oil flowers, I had the oils they are based off of, some were a need like the healing flowers, others have been made from very strong emotions, like my offensive pods

[Karla] If I taught you a trick, could you make it into a flower?

[Lie] - Maybe

[Karla] what do you know about... vampires?

[Lie] - Classic or otherwise?

[Karla] The real kind. The living people who steal the life energy of others.

[Lie] - Not much really, I was more for the fictional type

[Karla] Well it is a possible thing, and a trick that's easy to learn.

[Ever] Sits down on the couch with a big grin

[Karla] She's suddenly standing rather close to Lie-

[Lie] Suddenly gets a bit nervous-

[Karla] You just have to find a sensitive spot. Like here, or here, or here... - Her gloved fingers trace a small area below Lie's ear and another where the shoulder meets the neck, and then picks up her hand to run a thumb over her pulse point on her wrist-

[Lie] Small noises as he body instantly reacts-

[Karla] One only needs to make the vulnerable spot sensitive... - She inhales Lie's scent so there's a whisper of air across her skin and then laves her tongue across the other woman's wrist, going slowly and sensually-

[Lie] Whimpers, her energies stirring-

[Karla] Then, you have only.... to suck... - She puts her teeth onto Lie's wrist and suckles gently, nipping at her skin, drawing out the smallest amount of her power as a skilled witch might do to an enemy. Her voice is a thick whisper as she lets go- Now... make us a vampire bloom.

[Lie] Already the energy is stirring but so is her defense, as a large blood red blossom sprouts at her feet with long drooping petals there is also a slight tearing sound as a pod rises up behind Lie and begins opening. Upon hearing the tearing sound Lie pushes Karla a bit farther away

[Karla] Is watching spellbound-

[Ever] Gets behind the couch just in case- That looks dangerous!

[Lie] - This is my defensive plant... Yeah don't touch the nectar...- The pod is open, showing off it's thorny teeth a bit of nectar dripping from it as Lie speaks soothingly to it, calming it

[Karla] looks down, -will the little one do what you need done at least?

[Lie] - Maybe? I'm not sure until I test it

-The offensive pod is calm now and it's mouth is closed, it nudges it's surroundings a little-

[Lie] - Really? Now I have to clean up the nectar...

[Ever] What is that stuff?!

[Lie] - The stuff you asked for actually...

[Ever] So, no touchie... got it.

[Karla] Asked for? What does it do?

[Lie] - Er, well it's... Kinda made from my lust... It has no effect on me... But on others?

[Karla] It's a love potion? Ever....

[Lie] - Not exactly... More like a super strong aphrodisiac...

[Karla] Stares down Ever - Go to bed.

[Ever] Yes mistress! - Races out of the room.

[Karla] Young buck...

[Lie] - Do you still want the bottle?

[Karla] Hesitates - Fine. What's the dosage?

[Lie] - A drop, if even that. Any more and it's almost painful. And it can be through ingestion or skin contact- She holds out the bottle of black nectar

[Karla] Looks around and grabs a hunk of foam before ripping a chunk out of the middle- Just stick it in here-

[Lie] Puts the bottle inside- I'm just glad it doesn't really effect me, it took me being about halfway drenched in it for it to effect me like a single drop will do to you

[Karla] Eyes the pod warily - Please do not leave that one here.

[Lie] Oh absolutely not, besides it's sentient and would probably get bored

[Karla] And the other?

[Lie] - I'll take it to, don't want it draining Ever after he's already drained

[Karla] Smiles- No hard feelings fraulein?

[Lie] - Ah, no

-The pod picks up on Lie being a bit flustered and nudges her curiously-

[Karla] Steps around her to see it better - Is it... friendly?

[Lie] - Yes, I don't see you as an enemy so it won't attack you

[Karla] It's just been created? Why is it nudging you anyway?

[Lie] - Uh, the pods are a bit more connected to my emotions so it's just checking on me. This isn't the first I've ever created. They... Know I created them so they like to make sure I'm okay

[Karla] Sits on the arm of the chair since it's still clean- You have such entertaining pets.

[Lie] - I wouldn't exactly call these pets...

[Karla] shrugs- You said it's sentient and it seems to obey you. You should test the smaller blossom.

[Lie] Reaches down for the other flower and immediately feels a strong tug on her energy- Oh shit, that might be a bit too strong...- She wobbles a little

[Karla] Darts forward to catch her- It appears our little experiment was a success.

[Lie] - Maybe too much so, that thing is strong...- The offensive pod slips away

[Karla] Lays her on the couch- It should take the wind out of your husband's sails I think.

[Lie] - Yeah, if I can get it to him...

[Karla] Just sleep....

[Lie] - That... Sounds good...

[CP] Tenses on his bed in the manor, he can feel that Lie's energy is low and it sets him into a panic, especially since he knows it shouldn't be like that. He rips open a way to the server to find out whats happening-

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[CP] Wasn't focusing much when he made the opening and lands right in the large patch of honesty blossoms- FUCK!

[Notch] Is feeding the fish and jumps as he yells- Cp!

[CP] - Where's Lie?

[Notch] I don't know? Doc and Sammn both came back without her. I saw on the chat earlier.

[CP] Immediately teleports to the castle- DOC!

[Doc] Is taking a catnap on the spare bed by the fridge with Yaunfen draped over hir while Deerheart tends to Pinwheel. - Wha...?

[CP] Looms over Doc- Where. Is. Lie.

[Yaunfen] - Big fire!

[Doc] Eeep! Cp! She went to see her friend. That kid... Everest I think?

[CP] Quickly turns and tears a messy opening before hurrying through-

[Karla] Is just sitting by the fire reading a book. Her charge is passed out on the couch with a blanket over her-

[CP] Begins searching through the house, glancing into rooms for his mate, he eventually looks in the study-

[Karla] Looks up placidly- Come for your wife I presume?

[CP] - Where is she? And what happened to her?

[Karla] Glances over at the couch- we were experimenting... and she just... ran out of steam.

[CP] Growls a little as he stalks forwards- Experimenting how?

[Karla] Mind your feet...

[CP] Doesn't look down before he nudges against the flower, it doesn't have as strong of an effect on him but it does make him stumble a little- The fuck?

[Karla] She made a vampire bloom just for you. With a little help from me...

[CP] - Why the fuck did she need to do that!?

[Karla] Puts the book in her lap and crosses her legs dantily- Because she said you were on the verge of losing control due to an excess of energy.

[CP] Scowls- I'll be fine- He quickly sets the flower aflame

[Karla] Gasps - That was uncalled for...

[CP] - And you care why?- Already he can feel the energy returning

[Karla] Because it was impolite you swine.

[CP] - It harmed her, I don't care

[Karla] Shakes her head. - She feel asleep because she was tired.

[CP] - She shouldn't pass out from low energy, not after her update

[Karla] From something she made herself? I doubt that's an exception.

[CP] - She can create massive pods, half the size of a giant and not pass out, and that was before her upgrade. It. Shouldn't. Happen.

[Karla] Then wake her and ask her, if you're cruel enough to deny your wife some well earned rest.

[CP] - I will not wake her

[Karla] Then- She motions to the chair next to her, the one closer to the fire-

[CP] Growls but does sit down-

[Karla] Sinks back happily into the overstuffed chair and puts her boots on the footstool. The night is quiet apart from the occasional horsey snuffle from outside and the crackling of the fire. The upper lights are off and a desk lamp on one of the tables is the only illumination apart from the light of Cp's eyes and the faint glow of his wife's hair. The quilt covering her looks old, but well-loved and she's burrowed into the center of the couch to escape the small tang of cold in the air. The bit of dribbled nectar is an obvious stain on the rug and the arm of the couch. Karla flexes her fingers and the leather creaks softly with the small movement.

[CP] - Why is that nectar there?

[Karla] She was feeling unsure and one of her... pods? Rose up to check on her.

[CP] Shudders a little- Never get bitten by one of those

[Karla] She warned me quite sternly and offered to clean it up, but fell asleep before she could do it.

[CP] Last time those were around me I was bit several times

[Karla] She said they fill one with insatiable lust?

[CP] - Yeah, and she's basically immune. You either satisfy that lust, or die

[Karla] I'll keep it in mind... You seem calm. I thought there was trouble brewing?

[CP] - Fighting it

[Karla] You shouldn't have destroyed her flower...

[CP] - I'll be fine... I'll find a town or something to murder

[Karla] Somehow I think your friends wouldn't like that much.

[CP] - Better than fucking her raw and leaving her in pain

[Karla] Are those the only options?

[CP] - It's the only thing my body and mind can focus on

[Karla] I thought you also liked to fight?

[CP] - I like murdering more, I just rarely get to do that anymore

[Karla] Very quietly- I prefer such things to not be random....

[CP] - Old habits by now, happens when you live in a house full of murderers...

[Karla] Oh, I've spent plenty of time around murderers, they just wore uniforms and convinced themselves that they were something nobler.

[CP] Not the ones I lived with, we were all considered urban legends or just stories from the internet

[Karla] Somehow that seems a bit more justified-

[CP] Dusts his pants off a little, sending some honesty pollen into the air-

[Karla] Chuffs at the bit of dust and looks down at her gloved hands- We're all marked by what we've done.

[CP] - And just what have you done?

[Karla] Killed. With guns and blades and my own bare hands... Even sucked the souls from some who trusted me to heal them, though... that was not intentional. - She slides off one of her leather gloves and the firelight dances on her bare hand. It's covered in what looks like fresh blood. - I am stained...

[CP] - I've seen birthmarks which are worse. You're a small fry compared to what I'm used to

- [Karla] It's not a birthmark. This wasn't there before I met Him.

[CP] - Him?

[Karla] Death. I stole from him and then what I took stole the lives of the dying people around me. The ones I was supposed to heal.

[CP] - Death really isn't that much of a hindrance

[Karla] Not the act of dying. I stole a feather from the Death angel's wing.

[CP] - Ah- He glances at Lie and has to quickly look away as his energy surges again

[Karla] Stands suddenly- I wonder... is it true that you can't die? Only perish if you are deleted?

[CP] - Yes

[Karla] Then perhaps I can assist you... - She walks to the shelves and turns a knob before removing the box once more-

[CP] Narrows his eyes a bit, What are you doing?

[Karla] Showing you my prize. I do not think I can steal your soul like I could a mortals. - She pulls out the feather and holds it to her breast where the scar is-

[CP] - It's a feather

[Karla] Then indulging me will do you no harm. - She reaches out to him with her bare hand -

[CP] Watches warily-

[Karla] Brushes her fingertips over the top of his hand, drawing off a measure of his energy-

[CP] Huffs and feels the drain- And you are now the third thing to drain energy from me within this week

[Karla] If it keeps you from going berzerk in my house or hurting my new friend, that shall be enough to satisfy me. - She secrets the feather away again. - That feather made the tree. Too much contact with other living things.... it can infect things with it's energy.

[CP] - I see, at least I have a bit more time before the surge hits... Now to figure out how to be let back into the house...

[Karla] A simple apology can work wonders....

[CP] Growls a little- Didn't do anything wrong

[Karla] I don't know what happened, so...

[CP] - My brother's been wanting training so I did a sneak attack... And then I was attacked by another brine and may have exploded the front yard a little

[Karla] Ah, family matters are always difficult. And in a game focused on building, is breaking a few things really that big of a deal? She's frustrated with you sexually Herobrine. Why do you think that is?

[CP] - Because she hasn't let me fuck her in months

[Karla] That's... terrible. And she seemed ready to explode from want. What's the problem?

[CP] - Like we've mentioned before, it's the fact that we're both very fertile because we're brines

[Karla] But she makes magick plants! The solution is obvious.

[CP] Cocks a brow-

[Karla] Humans have been eating herbs to prevent pregnancy as long as our kind have been smart enough to find the right plants. Just have her make something.

[CP] - She'd probably need help with that... Even I'm not sure how it would work

[Karla] Gestures at the verible wall of books - I'm sure I can be of some assistance. I am a doctor after all. In my time, birth control wasn't so cut and dry.

[CP] Grumbles a bit with a little huff- Just so long as I start getting laid again

[Karla] Chuckles- I'll do my best. If she needs something to inspire her as with the vampire bloom, I can also provide. I'm a salted field, all done with my fertile years.

[CP] - Why are we talking about this?

[Karla] I'm not sure. You're putting me far more at ease then I have been with you in the past. - Puts her glove back on thoughtfully.

[CP] - Well I did land in a patch of honesty blossoms...

[Karla] Eyebrow- I'm guessing the title is literal. That would explain a lot... No matter. I don't think you have anything to gain by exposing me.

[CP] - They're annoying because they make you give too much information, especially on subjects you'd rather not talk about

[Karla] Interesting... - she gives a small yawn- I think it must be morning outside by now.

[CP] - Harder to tell here, no noise of mobs burning in the sunlight to let you know

[Karla] Laughs a little- Now that's an interesting wake up call! But I just know. It's been a very long night. Exorcising your friend Sammn was interesting though. I wish her well with her new little... companion.

[CP] - Oh joy, some new weird thing on the server

[Karla] After all the pain and suffering it apparently caused her, it's pitiful cries for mercy were music to my ears...

[CP] - Do I get to burn it?

[Karla] She seems to think killing it will release it somehow. It's a ball of evil entites that speak as one.

[CP] - If it were Insanity Doc could take care of it easily

[Karla] I don't think it's anything near that powerful. Just a bunch of angry spirits now deprived of their puppet.

[CP] Glances at Lie as she stirs a little-

[Karla] Lie?

[Lie] Sleepy mumbles and proceeds to cover herself more with the blanket-

[Karla] Ah, it appears your queen needs a bit more beauty sleep-

[CP] Slight purr-

[Karla] That's a soothing noise. I'm rather found of cats myself. She makes you very happy, doesn't she? You're terrified to say it aloud, but it's the truth all the same.

[CP] Stops purring Immediately- Yes, she... Does- He was trying to stop the effect of the honesty blossoms

[Karla] It's nothing to be ashamed of. I love my Ever dearly as well.

[CP] - She's the only one I couldn't kill, even though that was my eventual goal at first

[Karla] I had no intention of getting into a relationship either. I hired him to be a gopher and then trained him as a submissive for my own amusement.

[CP] - She was just the means to the ends of a bet. I had made one with a fellow pasta to see who could keep a victim alive the longest in their game

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[Karla] Love makes fools of us all...

[CP] - I'd rather it didn't

[Karla] Somehow I don't think you have a choice. Love will make you weak, fill your heart, give you wings. - she pauses and smile slightly- and sometimes whiskers.

[CP] Scowls at Karla and puts a hand by Lie's shoulder to keep her from rolling off the couch-

[Lie] Wakes at the touch and pushes herself up a bit, mumbling very sleepily- Gotta feed animals

[CP] - We're not at home Lie

[Karla] I mean, you can feed the horses if it pleases you. Haha.

[Lie] - Huh? Oh, right, we're here...

[CP] - Have a nice nap?

[Lie] - When did you get here?

[Karla] He came to check on you. We've been having a very fruitful chat while you slept actually.

[Lie] - That's surprising...

[CP] - Landed in the honesty patch in front of the house

[Lie] - That explains a lot...

[CP] Gets a mischievous look- Actually...

[Karla] Ah, going to share our little idea?

[CP] - No rather...- He slides his hands along his jeans towards his wife, sending honesty pollen towards her- Go ahead, ask her anything

[Karla] Why? She's easy enough to read.

[CP] - Oh I know, but she's adorable when flustered

[Karla] Nah. I'm tired.

[CP] - Alright

[Lie] - We should be going anyways, Notch is probably tired of looking after my animals

[Karla] Looks at Cp expectantly- And the flowers? I was presuming my help might be needed.

[CP] Grumbles a bit-

[Lie] - What flowers?

[Karla] I have a suggestion for your ongoing problem. I inquired as to the source of your obvious sexual tension and we concieved of a solution.

[Lie] Sits up- What is it?

[Karla] A natural abortifactent. A flower to be eaten before sex to supress your fertility.

[Lie] - Er, maybe? That's a bit more specific then what I'm used to making... Unless I had a birth control pill to work off of...

[Karla] You couldn't sample an essense like you did with the vampire bloom?

[Lie] - That could probably work...

[Karla] Indicates herself. - I am done. I should have what you need. I cannot make life anymore.

[Lie] - Turns bright red- But, uh... Um... How?

[Karla] I have a small amount of magick of my own. Perhaps I can lend it to you?

[Lie] - We can try...

[CP] Is just watching, waiting-

[Karla] Stands up and dusts herself off a bit. She hesitates but slips a glove off, turning her back to the fire and holding it in her shadow so Lie can't see it well.

[Lie] Waits patiently- What do you want me to do?

[Karla] You're the expert.

[Lie] - Ummm, I have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation... I'd really just need the energy to mingle with mine

[Karla] Focuses her own residual powers into her bare hand until it's cold with energy. A little of what's there belongs to Death, but mostly it's her own. She moves closer and offers the hand to Lie.

[Lie] Looks at the markings on Karla's hand but says nothing as she focus' her powers between her own, it seems to draw Karla's energy in-

[Karla] Closes her eyes and gives as much as she can. Her sterility is due as much to age as to the influence of the fruits of her deathly tree.

[Lie] Watches as nearly black foliage forms between her hands, loosely draping itself over her fingers as a cluster of bright red berries form near the stems, the flowers they form from being a pale blue- Oh joy, berries

[Karla] Touches a berry tentitvely- Astonishing...

[Lie] - I'm a little nervous about what these will taste like...

[Karla] I wonder if you could just swallow them whole like a pill? - She slips her glove back on and seems to relax again.

[Lie] - No idea... Kinda wish TLOT could test these first, but his mate is male like him...

[CP] Snickers as he remembers TLOT testing the lust blossom-

[Karla] Another brine I presume? And one who likes men? I hope his mate is as tough as the rest of you.

[Lie] - A Steve, brines are in a rough sense glitched copies of them. Average weight they can carry is about six? Eiffel towers?

[Karla] Well I guess a miner needs to be strong... But by all means, test them, tell me what happens. I think your powers are fascinating.

[Lie] Picks a berry and nervously looks at it- Guess there's only one way to find out...

[Karla] I love an adventurous spirit! A mad doctor in the raw! - Looks elated.

[Lie] Pops the berry into her mouth and makes a sour face- Oh god, that tastes- Her sentence is cut off as she yelps as CP pounces her

[Karla] Takes a step back so Cp doesn't bump her with his lanky knees. - Shall I have Ever pick up a pregancy test when he goes out as well?

[Lie] - Maybe?- She shudders as CP runs his hands along sensitive spots

[Karla] I'll make a note. And... you've seen part of my collection at least. Do you wish to borrow anything? Restraints? Lubrication?

[Lie] Turns redder-

[CP] Spawns a lead- I can get my own

[Karla] Very well. I'm going to check the horses, give Ever his assignments and probably go to bed. - Her smile is lascivious before departing - Feel free to use the couch.

[Lie] - I don't think... Ngh... We'll be going anywhere else...

[Karla] Just the sound of a small chuckle as she closes the heavy door behind her-

-Once Karla is gone CP goes after Lie with more vigor, he works her carefully, slipping her clothes off before rubbing all of her sensitive spots. Once certain his wife is wet he works on binding her, leaving her a bit frustrated as he works. He then turned her over, kissing and nipping at her back before removing his own clothes. He was so eager and groaned gratefully as he entered her. And Lie's responding moan made him feel better, knowing that he could still give her pleasure as he thrust near continuously. They fucked for at least a couple of hours before CP stops, not wanting to make his wife raw. He unties her and pulls her closer as he lays her on top of himself. The couch is a mess but he doesn't care as he pulls the blanket back over his wife, knowing she'll be cold-

-In the background of their lovemaking is the pleased sounds of fed horses, a shower running somewhere, a car leaving and returning a few hours later, the hollow thunk-thunk of someone nailing boards outside and softly twisting screws, more water running, and then a gentle tap-tap on the study door.

[CP] Growls a bit as Lie looks at the door-

[Lie] - Yes?

[Ever] From the other side of the door - I got the tests!

[Lie] Blushes- Oh, um, thank you...

[Ever] Can I come in?

[Lie] - Errr...

[Ever] Comes in sheepishly - I brought donuts....

[Lie] - Oh good, the food bars are getting low

[Ever] Sets a plastic bag on the foot stool and it crinkles softy. - I got bottles of milk too since you said you don't like coffee-

[Lie] - Ohhh, thank you Ever

[Ever] Looks a little frazzled himself- Do you need anything else?

[Lie] - No... I'm feeling much better now

[Ever] Sets the box of tests down as well. - I presume you rememeber where the bathroom is?

[Lie] - But that's all the way down the hall!

[CP] - I could just make us a lava bath

[Ever] Please don't! You'll burn the house down! - His fear of a house fire is plain in his mind

[CP] - I know how to not do that

[Ever] Please...

[Lie] Give CP a very light swat on the nose- No scaring

[Ever] Relaxes a little. - No one cares if you don't get dressed. Karla is still asleep and I'm going to go play on my computer for a bit. I got the horse pens squared away and I'm beat.

[Lie] - Thanks Ever...

[Ever] Looks at Cp briefly - You're welcome Lie! - and then scoots out of the room again.

[Lie] Sighs and snuggles closer to CP- I don't wanna leave the heat

[CP] - Do I need to carry you?

[Lie] - Maybe...

[CP] Sighs- Alright, let's go then

-After another hour or so Lie and CP return to the server and CP is immediately trying to carry Lie to the bedroom-

[Doc] Over the chat- Hey! Good to see you two back! Everybody doing okay?

[Lie] - Yeah, I have some berries for you to look at though

[Doc] Chat - Can you come over? I'm working on the next update and it's a bit tricky. The Subreddit is chugging like I'm on dial-up. It's pathetic.

[Lie] - Well... I'm not sure CP will let me...

[Doc] Shit... did he hit his energy surge?

[Lie] - No, but we may have a solution to the fertility problem

[Doc] ... Do I have to come over there?

[Lie] Yelps as CP kicks open their front door- Maybe? Because CP's not letting go...

[Doc] Fiiiinnnneee -

[Notch] Pokes his head out of his house- Umm? You two doing okay?

[Lie] - He's really happy, we should be fine

[Notch] Oh good, I'm on a call anyway. You guys have fun!

[Lie] - Lucky

[Doc] Comes walking up in hir larger shape with a command block balanced between hir shoulder spirals and Yaunfen helping to keep it there- Okay... Where are you Lie?

[Lie] Being carried across the bridge- Over here

[Doc] Pokes hir snout into the window sill- I'm listening.

[Lie] Forms the sterile berries- Can you see what exactly the berries do?

[Doc] Just set them on my nose and I'll take a look-

[Lie] Tosses it onto Doc's snout as CP opens the door to the bedroom-

[Doc] Examines their code and calls after her so she can hear - How interesting... You know what happens when you hit a spawn egg? There's a little bit of code that fires off making a new thing? This blocks it. Not even a scramble, a full on block. It's really impressive.

[Lie] - Any idea how long it lasts?

[Doc] Goes back to checking it - Looks like two day/night cycles. But I don't think taking them more often will hurt.

[Lie] - Welp, guess I know where I'll be stuck for awhile...

[Doc] Can I get you anything?

[Lie] - No, we should be fine

[Yaunfen] Looks at Notch's house, getting curious-

[Doc] Well I guess I'll just work out here for a bit. It's a nice day.

[Notch] Is sitting against his front window ledge talking on the phone.

[Yaunfen] Hops down off of Doc and goes over to Notch- What you doing?

[Notch] Hey Yaunfen, I'm talking to Dofta. She's a friend of mine. You want to say hi? - Holds the phone out to hir

[Yaunfen] - Hi!

[Notch] You're adorable-

[Dofta] Who is that? It sounds like a little kid?

[Yaunfen] - I'm Yaunfen! I'm here with Mada!

[Dofta] ???

[Notch] Talks into the phone as well. - Yaunfen is one of the younger dragons. Xe's my friend Doc's kid.

[Dofta] A BABY DRAGON?! I WANT TO SEE!

[Doc] Snickers from the other end of the yard-

[Yaunfen] - Picture? Like screenshot?

[Notch] I can do that. - Holds up the phone in front of them- Smile for me?

[Yaunfen] Smiles broadly-

-There's a small clicking sound and a pip of a flash from the phone-

[Notch] Holds it up and taps on it, sending the picture.

[Dofta] Audible gasp from the phone- They're so cute!!!!!

[Yaunfen] Giggles and looks up as there is a thud as Endrea lands on the roof of Lie's home-

[Notch] Looks up as well - Hi Endrea!

[Doc] Is back at the command block and looking a little annoyed. Xe does stop to smile and wave though.

[Dofta] Endrea?

[Notch] Cp's ender dragon.

[Dofta] OOOOHH

[Endrea] - Greetings, I see the Master and Mistress are back at last

[Notch] Back and enthusastically banging as well. Endrea? Do you mind if I take your picture too?

[Dofta] Excited noises-

[Endrea] - A picture? I suppose not

[Notch] Holds up the phone - Say.... endstone? - and theres another small flash-

[Endrea] Snorts in amusement-

[Notch] Sends it too -

[Dofta] She's beautiful, but I would absolutely be scared out of my mind Markus. She's HUGE!

[Yaunfen] - She not scary

[Notch] It's just because she's really big and Dofta doesn't know her personally. She also helped a little with the design and knows how formidable the Ender dragon is vs a player.

[Yaunfen] - Oh! Like how Mada helps with stuff?

[Notch] Oh yes. A lot of the big Minecraft updates were round table talks and everyone contributed something.

[Dofta] Those were good days.

[Yaunfen] Looks at Doc- Mada doing busy stuff now

[Notch] Doc? What are you doing over there anyway?

[Doc] Trying to find a decent portal to get the newest snapshot.

[Dofta] Yeah.... there's some buggy copies out there for download

[Yaunfen] Proudly- I helped bring it over here!

[Doc] That was very helpful.

[Notch] Quickly explaining to Dofta that they're using a command block as a computer-

[Dofta] But how would that even work?

[Yaunfen] - Why wouldn't it?

[Dofta] Command blocks are for making small code changes. You can use them for more complicated things but it usually takes a massive number of them all hooked together.

[Endrea] - Let's just say Doc has... Special command blocks

[Doc] Actually it's because of Steffan. He brought in a fully functioning laptop from his home seed, which I guess has some choice mods. This has copied pieces and big chunks of compressed code inside of it.

[Dofta] So you can just... get on the internet from there?

[Endrea] - How do you think we travel between seeds?

[Doc] Yeah. I try not to do it often though. It's a huge time suck.

[Notch] She means like.... look at cat videos and read the news and stuff on a little screen.

[Yaunfen] Gasps- Cat videos?

[Doc] Yeah, I feel like the internet is about 80% cat videos.

[Endrea] Amused noise at Yaunfen's reaction-

[Notch] Okay, not gonna argue that.

[Dofta] Laughs - the other 20% is... adult things... [she basically caught herself before she said porn since a kid is there]

[Yaunfen] - Adult things? Like what Big fire and miss Lie are doing right now?

[Dofta] Oh dear... is Cp Big Fire?

[Notch] Laughs- Yes.

[Doc] Eyebrow -

[Yaunfen] - Big fire really strong!

[Dofta] Crazy strong... and indimidating...

[Notch] You get used to it.

[Yaunfen] - Mada? You done yet? I want snacks...

[Doc] You don't have to wait for me. I have food. - Xe fusses around and holds out a giant chocolate bar the size of a loaf of bread. It's lumpy on the top and definetly has peanuts and carmel in it

[Notch] Good grief!

[Yaunfen] Leaps at it eagerly, rolling around with it-

[Notch] You'd think all that sugar would be bad for their teeth...

[Doc] Yaunfen doesn't have any teeth.

[Endrea] - What?

[Notch] Why not? They're old enough aren't they?

[Doc] I don't know. They just don't. They seem to have two flat mouth plates and just crush everything with them. It's unique to say the least.

[Endrea] Stretches- Willow, Oak, and Ashe all seem to have normal teeth so I don't know what to tell you Doc

[Doc] It doesn't seem to be a problem. It's like... all the gemmy crystals are like hard candy that's meant to be sucked on, the cakey blocks are super squishy. You don't have to chew ice cream, even the red vine redstone and licorice coal go down fine. I'm shocked that Yaunfen can handle stuff with nuts but- Xe shrugs- Getting bit by them is still no fun though. They can give a wicked crushing pinch and leave a huge bruise.

[Endrea] - Good thing you're hard to harm

[Doc] It was an accident anyway. They were having a bad dream and I woke them suddenly. Yaunfen is gentle.

[Yaunfen] - I sorry Mada

[Doc] I know, and I forgive you. I was just giving an example. Your seed is unique and so are you. It's perfectly okay.

-Muffled noises from Lie and CP's bedroom-

[Notch] Sounds like someone is having fun-

[Dofta] Muffled snickers-

[Doc] Snorts- And they've got protection now, so no making kittens.

[Endrea] Flustered noises- How was I supposed to know!

[Doc] Laughs - you weren't but that's what made it adorable.

[Notch] what happened?

[Endrea] - When Lie first got her feline form I was in a child form and asked if she and the Master were going to have kittens

[Dofta] THAT'S SO CUTE.

[Notch] Puts his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. - That is precious.

[Yaunfen] Stretches- Can I go play with miss Lie's kitties?

[Doc] You mean Hope? Or the barn cats?

[Yaunfen] - The barn kitties!

[Doc] Okay. Just be careful. Endrea? Can you turn sideways and keep an eye on them? You've got a pretty good vantage point from up there.

[Endrea] - Absolutely

[Doc] OH! This looks like a good one! - Starts the download for the fifth time that morning.

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