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davinashifts333 · 3 months

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THE SECRET AFFAIR (Jason DiLaurentis x Liar!Reader):

⚫️summary; one year after Alison’s disappearance everything in Rosewood went haywire. Y/n, Aria’s maternal cousin & now 1/5 of the remaining Liars, who had either an equal amount or possibly even more secrets than her childhood friends, had been dating her now presumed dead best friend’s brother. That’s right, since before the summer of Alison’s disappearance Y/n & Jason had secretly been hooking up & began officially dating due to her helping him sober up & help him through his toughest nights that now gloomed over his past. She was his main alibi for the night everything happened with Alison but, obviously couldn’t tell anyone why she was with him. So why now, that they’re finally putting Alison to rest does it all go to shit? Because the whole town believes one of the liars did it.

⚠️warnings; swearing, age gap relationship (Y/n is the same age as the girls but one of the oldest, so 5-6 years younger than Jason), adult themes, murder, gore-ish?, PLL shit dude, it’s crazy, 18+ ONLY!

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Y/N’s POV (the night of Ali’s disappearance)

I woke up with a blazing headache to my phone ringing a very specific tone that had become all too familiar. Jason. Thunder rolled in as lightning flashed the barn awake. The text from Jason saying to meet him at our spot which was a small bench in the woods behind his house. I head over, carefully leaving the barn door ajar so the girls won’t wake up when I come back but, I notice i’m not the only one who had planned to escape. Ali was gone and so was Spencer. I brushed the thought from my mind as I remember Jason’s text,

‘Garrett and Ian brought over some weed and I have the shakes now, meet up? I’m freaking out. Be safe. xx’

Jason had been trying to get clean, key word, trying. His friend group wasn’t as lenient as I was though, every now and then I had to help clean him up and sleep through the high or drunken daze. He wasn’t the best at being drunk believe it or not, he got drowsier than me after smelling the fumes when filling my car up with gas. Regardless, Jason was there for me when my dad left to hunt down my mom’s murderer. Yeah, Aria is my cousin, our moms are sisters.. Well.. Were.. That was until one night in the winter of 1998. I woke up after hearing glass shatter and walked down stairs, all I remember seeing was a shadow of a tall man standing over my mother’s body. Since then, I’ve lived with my aunt Ella and her family. Jason was our neighbor from down the street and Aria knew Alison, so obviously I knew them too. He always told me that death brought new life and my new life I had to live in honor of my mom. We clicked from then on. Of course being older he always taunted us girls and would do the typical big brother things to Ali. But one night when I was 14, I kissed him. He was shocked at first but then admitted he always liked me best out of Ali’s friends. The only bad thing was, Alison saw us kiss. She held it over my head like a looming sword on the thinnest of threads, threatening to tell her parents that Jason tried to force himself on me. Which obviously was a lie but who would they believe. Little did she know, I had secrets of hers to shoot back with so, we bonded in that way. A battle for dominance as one might call it. But nonetheless we were best friends, and secrets so keep us together.

I walk up to the bench hearing the crunching of leaves coming from the opposite direction, they staggered a bit and I saw Jason stumbling towards me, tripping on a rock and landing right on top of me.

‘Shit, sorry babe. I guess drunk me has two left feet.’ I giggled at his comment as we sat up, backs against the trunk of the tree that stood tall above our bench.

‘Who bought it this time?’ I asked, changing the subject back to the issue at hand. Jason then took position on my lap, my hands running through his hair. He sighed.

‘Ian. As always. But Garrett also brought booze. You know I can’t resist a nice cold beer. Those two idiots are probably still up in my room thinking I passed out somewhere. How was your sleepover?’ I rubbed his temples, knowing he got headaches when he drank.

‘It was okay, had some drinks too, courtesy of your sister. Hanna and Emily knocked out first and well you kno-.’ Suddenly the sound of someone walking by caught our attention. Jason shot up and stumbled a bit before helping me up. I held his waist to help him gain balance and he whispered to me to head back to the barn. That we’d talk the next day. With a swift kiss goodbye we went our separate ways. But, just as I got back to the door of the barn I heard a scream. I quickly made my way inside to see Emily, Hanna and Aria still asleep. Gladly I didn’t get caught by Spencer or Ali. I went back to my place on the large ottoman and curled up, hoping for Jason to have gotten back in one piece. He wasn’t as drunk or high as other times but, he still could continue through the night or worse, be pressured by Ian. God, I hated his “friends”. They only enabled him to fail at sobriety and I knew the truth behind their little club. Ian started it all with Jason when Ian took a photo of the girls and I in Emily’s bedroom. Creep.

An hour or so went by and I couldn’t sleep with all the thoughts running in my mind but, I kept my eyes shut. Spencer had come back but seemed a bit off, her breathing was ragged and stuffy. Like she had been crying or running. I wondered if Ali had gone back home or if she was coming back but, my question was answered when a loud crack of thunder woke us all up. Emily and Hanna huddled together while Aria “woke” me up.

‘Damn Y/n/n. You sure can sleep through anything.’ Spencer joked trying to lighten the mood and we all slightly laughed.

‘Where’s Alison?’ I finally asked and Spencer spoke up.

‘I think I heard a scream.’

That night marked a huge change in our lives and seeing how things were, my Uncle Byron and Aunt Ella decided it would be best to move to Iceland for a while, to get away. But now that we were back, things seemed way different. I hadn’t heard from Jason much after Ali’s disappearance. We kept in tough but after I was forced to move across the world, we decided it was best to be apart. I hoped he stayed sober but, I also knew the loss of his sister was taking a toll on him.

Aria and I had begun to unpack when Mike announced he was hungry. So Aria and I took my car that my mom had when she was my age, to a little dive bar/restaurant near Hollis College to get some burgers. When I waited for our order, Aria snuck off with this really cute guy who was apparently studying to be an English teacher. I let her have some fun while I contemplated texting Jason. Low and behold I folded.

‘Hey, I know it’s been a while since we last spoke but I figured a check in from our old spot in Rosewood could be cool? I just got back today and could sneak away from Aria for a few. If you’re up for it. Hope you’re doing well. xx.’

He read it almost instantly as if he had known I was thinking of texting him.

‘Welcome back to hell. I can meet you there in 10?’ I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of seeing Jason after a whole year and quickly shot Aria a text letting her know what I was doing. During our time in Iceland I confessed to her about Jason and I secretly dating to which she was impressed but mainly saddened by and even wrote a modern day Romeo and Juliet based off of us. It was sweet, Jason had even liked it when I read it to him on one of our phone calls early on. He also felt proud that I was able to trust someone enough to talk about him with.

I drove the 10 minutes to the last secluded park where we had to start meeting after our bench had been compromised by the investigation and waited. A few minutes went by and I heard a knock on my car window. I shut it off and climbed out. He looked good, way better than he did when I left. Healthier, a bit more put together and like his face was hurting from smiling so much.

‘I don’t remember you being this bubbly. Are you sure you’re Jason DiLaurentis?’ I joked and he pulled me in for a hug. His signature cologne engulfed me in the most comforting way.

‘No more red streaks in your hair, you’ve grown up. You sure you’re Y/N Y/L/N?’ He responded and I playfully punch his arm. We walked over to the picnic table and sat down. We talked for what felt like hours but in reality was about half an hour until Aria texted me saying she had the food and was getting dropped off at home. I responded with an excuse she could give her parents and she said she’d have my back. I came back to the conversation at hand and decided to ask the big question.

‘Sorry about that, Aria was just letting me know she’d cover for me back at home. So, truth. How are you?’ I asked, his eyes saddening a bit knowing what I meant.

‘Well, i’m sober. A whole 9 months now. Still dealing with the whole Ali missing thing and just graduated from College. You?’ I felt his hand playing with my rings on mine and sighed.

‘Well, about to start Junior year of High School, still dealing with the whole Ali missing thing and now very proud of this guy I used to date. He was a bit of a mess when I left our hometown so, you know. Surviving.’ He chuckled nodding as I ended my response.

‘He was very broken up. I mean come on, not being able to see your gorgeous face for that long? It was criminal. Poor guy was torn up enough already. You just added to the mix.’ I took notice of how true his comment was, I had left him in a vulnerable moment.

‘Well, I tried to keep in contact with him but, didn’t know how else to help, I was grieving too. Just grieving in a different way and grieving him as well.’ He lifted my chin to meet my gaze.

‘You don’t have to grieve anymore love. He’s never given up that one day you’d make your way back to him. Believe me. He even thought about how if you didn’t come back soon, he’d have to go to Iceland to find you.’ His hand now cupping my cheek as my eyes glazed over with tears. Alison always did tell me she loved how I helped Jason become more human in her eyes. She had seen a change in him from when we started dating.

‘Well, I thought he would hate me for leaving. I know I had no choice but, I still wished I could’ve been there to help him, like always.’

‘Baby, listen to yourself. You were always there helping me. Even when you had to go. You called every day, texted all day long, checked in when you could. You did your part, it was just time for me to do mine and let you move on. I just hoped that if we really were meant to keep going, you’d eventually come back to me.’ At this point I was fully crying and listening to his grief and love pour out of him.

‘I did hound my Aunt Ella everyday in hopes of us coming back sooner. And look at us now. I don’t want to move on, I want us, I want to grow in life with you Jason. I wanna see you be the person you always dreamt of becoming and to let the past stay in the past, all the mistakes were just bumps in the road. You took control of your life, focused on yourself and I couldn’t be happier for you. You deserved to be free from those assholes you called friends.’ He placed his forehead to mine and pulled me into his lap.

‘Can I kiss you now? I’m dying over here.’ He whispered and I laughed nodding. At that moment, we were in bliss. Not knowing what was yet to come and how insanely twisted our lives would soon become. After our reunion we agreed on meeting up as much as we could and even heading to Philly for date nights. However until I turned 18, we had to stay under the radar for a bit. It was all rose colored glasses until the first text from -A. It was a picture of me in Jason’s lap and a whole album of pictures of us before Ali went missing. Who could’ve possibly gotten these?

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A/N: HIIII! IM BACK ON MY DELULU SHIT & HAVE FALLEN BACK INTO MY CHILDHOOD COMFORT SHOW PLL. LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE THIS A SERIES OR NOT, ALSO LMK WHAT ELSE YOU’D WANT ME TO WRITE ABOUT! LOVE YOU GUYS & HAPPY 2024!! 🩷🩷🩷

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infamous-light · 2 months

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Captured Part VI

Dark! Wandanat x Villain/Mutant! F! Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

AO3: Captured

Summary: You and your mutant friends have been in hiding due to the havoc you all wreaked over the past few years. One day, you all decided to make your presence known and rob one of the largest federal reserve banks in the U.S.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned for you.

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: Allusion to non-con (it's not explicit), mind manipulation, kidnapping

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the broken windows of an abandoned rowhouse, you slouched in an old armchair, its once plush fabric now tattered and worn. Your fingers idly traced the frayed edges as you listened to the murmurs of your friends surrounding you.

To your left, Caleb paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands standing on end with static. Wes leaned against the back wall, idly flipping a switchblade open and closed.

Aria sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, her fingers flying across the keys of her laptop, the screen casting a faint glow on her face. Ellie stood by one of the windows, peering out into the darkening neighborhood, her expression unreadable.

“We need a lot of cash, and we need it fast,” Caleb muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. “We've got debts to some dangerous people, and you know they're not the patient type.”

Wes nodded solemnly. “We could always hit up another drug stash.”

Ellie shook her head. “We've hit up every dealer in Baltimore already. We need something bigger. Something that can last us long term.”

“True. I guess we can't keep relying on small-time gigs.” Wes added, his brow furrowing in contemplation.

The air grew heavy with desperation as everyone racked their brains for a solution. And then, like a beacon of hope in the darkness, Caleb's suggestion cut through the silence.

“What about the Federal Reserve Bank in New York?” He said, his voice tinged with excitement.

Your heart skipped a beat as the weight of his proposal sank in. The Federal Reserve Bank. One of the most heavily guarded institutions in New York City.

Your eyebrows rose as you glanced at Caleb. “The Fed? Seriously?”

“Yeah, think about it,” Ellie chimed in. “All that money just sitting there, waiting for someone to take it.”

“Hold on just a moment,” Aria interjected. “The federal reserve doesn’t actually hold cash.”

A collective sigh rippled through the group, and Caleb threw his hands in the air in frustration.

“Well, there goes my idea.” He grumbled.

Aria held up a hand, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “But it does hold something far better. Gold bars. Thousands of them.”

That revelation sparked a renewed fervor among everyone.

“We'd just need a solid plan,” you said cautiously, trying to sound practical despite the excitement building inside of you. “If we manage to pull this off, we have to leave the country as soon as possible. We'll need to lay low for a couple of years again. Is that a risk we're all willing to take?”

The weight of your words hung heavy in the stale air of the building. But the lure of the heist, the promise of freedom and wealth, overshadowed any doubts.

“What places are you thinking of?” Wes asked.

“Well, we could stay in Belarus or Slovakia for a start and then go from there.” You replied, giving him a half shrug.

Aria nodded thoughtfully; her expression serious as she considered the logistics. “Yeah, those countries could work. We'd need a safe house, somewhere off the grid.”

You leaned back into the armchair, its worn upholstery creaking beneath you, and gave your friends a grin.

“So, let's hear it then. How do you propose we pull off the heist of the century?”

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You stirred from your slumber, feeling the gentle sway of someone shaking your shoulder. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open to see Wanda leaning over you with a smile. She was wearing a flowing sundress, the fabric rustling around her as she shifted on her feet.

“Wake up, darling.” Wanda whispered, her voice a soothing melody that pulled you from the depths of sleep.

Groggily, you stretched and yawned. As your senses came back to life, you realized you had dozed off on the couch, the television playing an ad in the background. Wanda leaned in a little closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheek.

“It's almost dinner time,” she said. “Are you hungry? Would you like us to fix you something to eat?”

You nodded mechanically, more out of habit than genuine hunger. Your gaze drifted past Wanda's shoulder to the clock on the wall. Its hands moved steadily, showing the time to be 4:50 PM.

With a small sigh, you realized how much of the day has already slipped by unnoticed.

“I think I'll go take a shower.” You murmured.

The words were heavy on your tongue as you pushed yourself up from the couch. Wanda nodded understandingly, her expression warm and patient as she gave you space to gather yourself.

“Of course, take your time.” Her gaze lingered on you for a moment before she straightened up.

Your eyes shifted across the living room, and you noticed that Natasha sat at a nearby table, engrossed in her laptop. The sight of Natasha on her laptop triggered a sharp pain in your skull, and suddenly, the image of Aria sitting in front of her own laptop in your dream came rushing back to you.

For a moment, you found yourself frozen in place.

You stood there, lost in the whirlwind of your thoughts. Natasha's gaze lifted from her laptop; her expression inscrutable as she met your eyes.

She broke the silence, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of restraint. “Do you need something?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

“Uh-no, I'm just feeling pretty tired.” You replied, your voice slightly hoarse.

“Alright.” Natasha said plainly.

She returned her attention to the screen, seemingly unperturbed by the exchange.

Feeling Wanda's light touch on your left shoulder, you looked up to meet her gaze, only to find her giving you a strange look.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly, her voice laced with genuine worry. “You seem... distant.”

You tried to muster a reassuring smile, but it felt forced on your lips.

“I'm okay. I think I stood up too quickly.”

Wanda studied you for a moment longer, her expression unreadable, before nodding slowly.

“Alright,” she said, her tone gentle yet firm. “Go take a shower. It might help you feel more awake.”

You offered her a grateful nod before leaving the room, the weight of uncertainty still heavy on your mind.

With each step toward the bedroom, the remnants of the dream clung stubbornly to your mind, like tendrils of fog refusing to dissipate. The hallway stretched out before you and you soon reached the center where it split into two. You found yourself at a crossroads, both figuratively and literally.

You glanced down the hallway to the right, where the dim light revealed a series of closed doors leading to other rooms. You didn't have the chance to wander down it last time. Your mind flickered with the idea of discovering more about your surroundings, searching for potential escape exits or hidden passages.

As you looked back toward the living room door, you caught the sound of Wanda and Natasha talking, their voices mingling as they discussed what you all should have for dinner.

No.

There wouldn’t be enough time to do what you needed to do. With a heavy sigh, you pushed aside the urge to snoop around and instead made your way to the bedroom.

As you entered, your eyes drifted toward the only window in the bedroom. Memories of examining the window in the storage room flickered briefly in your thoughts. You approached the window, your hand hovering over it. You placed your palm flat against the cool surface, feeling the smoothness of the glass beneath your touch. But as you did, a sense of disappointment built up within you.

It was made of the same tempered glass as the storage window. Despite the discouragement, you wouldn’t give up. You turned away from the windowsill and stepped into the bathroom, intent on taking a refreshing shower to help clear your mind.

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You sat at the dinner table, your fork clinking against the plate as you absentmindedly pushed the food around. Wanda was to your right, her expression content as she delicately picked at her own meal. Natasha sat across from you, her gaze fixed on her plate.

Despite the palpable atmosphere, Wanda remained unfazed, engaging you in conversation as if everything was normal.

“Are you enjoying your meal, honey?” Wanda asked, her voice warm and inviting.

You glanced at Natasha, catching her eye for a moment before turning your attention back to Wanda.

“Yeah, it's great.” You said, attempting to sound cheerful.

Wanda's smile faltered for a brief moment, a hint of doubt flickering in her eyes before she smoothed it away with practiced ease. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, wishing for this tension between you and Natasha to end sooner rather than later.

As dinner came to an end, you started to stand, ready to help with the cleanup, but Wanda stopped you with a gentle touch on your arm. “There’s no need to worry about that. Why don't you pick out something for us to watch while we take care of this?”

You hesitated for a moment, but you nodded, grateful for Wanda's gesture to get you out of this situation.

“Sure.”

You headed to the living room, leaving Wanda and Natasha to clean up the remnants of dinner.

Once you entered the living room, you noticed that the couch lacked its usual array of cozy blankets. It seemed oddly bare without them. With a mental note to grab some from the nearby closet, you reached for the remote and scrolled through the options on one of the streaming services.

You paused, your finger hovering over the OK button as you debated between a classic comedy or a gripping thriller. Eventually, you settled on ALF, hoping its humor would help lighten the mood.

With the TV show playing in the background, you made your way over to the closet and opened the door. The hinges creaked as the door swung open, revealing a bunch of blankets and throws neatly folded on the shelves.

You reached in, your fingers grazing the soft fabric as you searched for just the right one to bring back to the couch. You selected a blanket large enough to cover you all, its warmth already promising to chase away the chill that seemed to permeate the room.

Closing the closet door, you sighed, ready to get the night over with. But just as you were about to turn around, the TV suddenly turned off, casting the room into unexpected darkness. Startled, you froze, the blankets slipping from your grasp.

Heart pounding, you slowly turned the rest of the way, your eyes widening as you caught sight of Natasha standing by the couch. You could see the faint outline of her features, illuminated by the glow of the hallway light filtering through the partially closed door.

“Natasha,” your voice trembled slightly, surprised by her sudden appearance. “Is everything okay?”

Natasha's piercing gaze was fixed on you, her eyes burning with a mixture of anger and wounded pride. A cold chill swept through the room, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you realized that whatever was happening was far from over.

Without a word, she advanced toward you. You took a step back, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

“You think you can just deny me?” Natasha's voice cut through the silence like a knife, her tone dripping with venomous contempt.

Before you could respond, Natasha closed the distance between you two in an instant, her hand shooting out to grab your arm in a vice-like grip. The suddenness of it all caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wince as a jolt of pain shot through your forearm. Her grip was like iron, the force of it leaving bruises to already bloom beneath her fingertips.

“Please, Natasha, stop! You’re hurting me!” You cried out, trying to wrench your arm free from her grasp.

Natasha's grip only tightened, her nails digging into your skin with cruel determination.

With a swift motion, she shoved you backward, sending you stumbling against the couch with a startled gasp. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you braced yourself for another attack. Instead, Natasha loomed over you, her expression twisted into a mask of rage and frustration.

“Why are you being so difficult?” Natasha demanded as she folded her arms across her chest. Her eyes pierced into yours with an intensity that made you squirm internally.

You wanted to resist her control, to break free from this terrible situation. But on the other hand, there was a nagging fear low in your gut, a fear of what she was capable of if you dared to defy her.

“I-I'm just nervous.” You forced out, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue. Your palms felt clammy, and you resisted the urge to fidget under her scrutiny.

“I can tell.” Natasha retorted, her tone dry and devoid of sympathy.

“It’s just-I’m not used to doing this kind of thing.” You confessed, the admission leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“Well, you'll get used to it.” Natasha said as she stepped closer. Her hand reached out, fingers tracing a path along your jawline. You shivered under her touch.

“You need to relax,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “You'll enjoy it, I promise.”

A surge of nausea churned in your stomach, bile rising in your throat at the implication of her words. The thought of succumbing to Natasha's desires against your will filled you with a deep, primal dread.

Natasha’s movements were deliberate as she moved to straddle your hips, pinning your body against the couch. Every inch of your body screamed at you to fight back, to push her away, but you forced yourself to remain still. Her lips then curled into a predatory smirk, her eyes alight with desire.

Natasha leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. “You can't stay nervous forever.” She whispered.

Her hands roamed your body with possessive urgency, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your skin crawled beneath her fingertips, and you fought the urge to recoil. Tears began to well up in your eyes as Natasha's lips brushed against your pulse point.

A wave of revulsion crashed over you, accompanied by a sickening sense of resignation. The line between desire and coercion blurred, leaving you trapped in a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape.

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zeldasnotes · 2 years

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Into the World - Kaji Fes. 2023 Day 2

Some more in-depth Kalafina thoughts inspired by several discussions in the reply section of my latest live report about Kaji Fes. 2023 Day 2. "Into the World" was probably the Kalafina cover that left the most lasting impression on me. From what the girls have shared in various interviews, this song represents a beautiful end to an eventful stage of life and a slow transition into uncharted territory. At the time it was written, Kalafina's disbandment and the subsequent start of their solo careers were probably on no one's radar but ironically, it couldn't have been a more perfect match for the whole situation. The final few performances of the song (when everyone involved must have already been aware of what was about to happen) have a particularly strong impact on me and the same can be said about the covers they have done as solo artists/FJ. This is easily my favourite cover because the strong extra vocals add so much texture to the song. It's one of those Kalafina tracks where I mostly prefer the studio version because the girls tend to sound a bit shaky/shouty during live performances so this was overall a bit more polished I think. The harmonies are really good here. Also, I loved seeing Keiko get so emotional towards the end (even though it did result in her getting a teeny, tiny bit shouty again :P)

"Magia" was my second-favourite Kala-cover. It worked wonderfully to put the focus on Hikaru and highlight her prowess as a singer which is unfortunately something that none of the other Kalafina songs of the evening managed to do. I wish they had chosen songs with a stronger emphasis on Hikaru's voice like "ARIA", "One Light", "Mata Kaze ga...", "in every nothing", etc... Also, I did have some issues with Joelle sounding a bit too overpowering during certain parts. There are Kalafina songs where she manages to blend in better but here, her vocals just stand out too much, especially when trying to harmonise with Keiko.

"storia" has never done Hikaru any favours I'm afraid and this performance is no exception. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE "storia" but that's mostly because I am obsessed with the WaKei chorus. Joelle does a good enough job here but as I have mentioned in my report, I am way too hung up on Wakana to ever be able to appreciate another singer stepping in for her during parts that I love.

I honestly don't remember much about "KNGNN" so I guess I will have to wait for the BD release. It's yet another song that doesn't exactly flatter Hikaru though so that's a shame.

As I have never felt a strong connection to "TTB", the performance doesn't really do anything for me.

On a random and more or less unrelated side note, I LOVED this moment of Keiko showing a tiny bit of vulnerability here at the very end of the concert. It's rare to see her in tears on stage.

And let's not forget that precious HiKei moment right after this. Them holding hands. Keiko leaning on Hikaru's shoulder. Keiko smiling brightly but clearly relieved that it's over - "owatta".

#kalafina #video #keiko #hikaru #kaji fes.#kaji fes #kaji fes. 2023 #yuki kajiura #into the world #hikei #why is this so out of sync? T_T

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shuttershocky · 3 months

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So the good news is IIRC Extra Records battle system IS very different from classic Extra, but the bad news is it may still have rock paper scissors as an element. Guess well have to wait to see when we learn more about it this year... hopefully. Any other stuff youd like or dislike to see in it?

No fucking way are they still insisting on the Attack>Break>Guard triangle...

Anyway, I don't actually have a big list of what I want to see from it. I played the original Fate/Extra you know, the bar for gameplay is in hell itself so long as the story's good. If they make the combat actually fun and playable then that's great, and if it's exactly the same as the original with better graphics well that's what cheating on PC via mods is for.

Anyway I just want to see Tamamo again. Not Tamamo Cat, not Koyanskaya who's apparently just a Tamamo-face voiced by Saitou Chiwa, not Tamamo Aria, not this flanderized and barely recognizable Tamamo in Fate/Extella and FGO, I want to see Tamamo from Fate/Extra again. It's all I ask.

#Fate

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lickkuid · 1 year

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Music of the night | Erik Destler

Warnings: NSFW, First time, Dom!Erik, Fluff // 18+

About: Erik and Christine have unspoken feelings for each other that develop more and more with every lesson he teaches her. One night after their lesson, Christine asks to unmask Erik to see his true self. Overcome with emotions, the two cannot help but show each other how much they love one another. Based in the 1870s but Erik doesn’t live under the Opera house.

Word count: 8,243

“Again,” Erik demanded, hovering his fingers above the keys of his piano. He and Christine occupied the music room of his small flat, having their weekly lesson. Their lessons had been continuing for roughly five months now, and with every visit, Christine was progressing immensely. Faster than he thought she would.

But the minute Erik met her, he quickly realized she was unlike anyone else. Purely a goddess. In beauty, personality, and ambience.

Her rich, chocolate brown eyes met his icy ones which reminded her of the snow that rested delicately upon pine trees in the coldest months of winter. He watched her with such intensity her airway felt constricted, her breath hitched in her throat.

He gave a soft nod, signaling to begin again. His fingers danced over the keys effortlessly, still watching his goddess.

Sucking in a silent breath, Christine tore her gaze from his and focused intently on the drapes of the steel gray curtains atop the window to steady her breath. Tapping her fingers softly against her dress, she began the aria which Erik had her memorize in their last lesson. With the first couple notes out of the way, she let herself get lost in the music.

Her eyes closed as the music brought waves of great sadness over her. The slow, melodramatic notes flowed with fluid grace from the piano and meshed perfectly with Christine’s angelic voice.

Erik only broke his gaze off of Christine to glance at the keys, but they returned only a second later to her delicate frame. This was the time he was really able to study his angel, and he didn’t waste a second. Her curls were pulled up to her head, tied by a ribbon. However, her hair was so long, it still managed to reach below the blades of her small shoulders. He wanted to wrap her curls around his finger, hoping they were as soft as they looked.

Just before he finished the last note, he broke his gaze off her and looked to the keys.

Once the piece had finished, Christine stood still with her eyes closed. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, attempting to break free. “Christine,” Erik started, drawing her attention to him. She watched as he slowly stood from his bench, his tailcoat brushed the seat, and walked around the piano. “That was perfection.” he beamed.

The white mask obscured half of his beautiful smile. Christine had been a little alarmed during their first lesson when he wore the mask, but as their time went on in lessons, she had grown used to it. Though she longed to see what his full smile looked like unmasked.

Blushing at his compliment, she tucked a stray curl behind her ear and glanced at the plush carpet. Her heart began to skip faster, and her stomach tumbled. “I have you to thank, maestro.”

“Let's end with that today, we have been at it for almost two hours now.” He trailed off, reading the clock on the wall.

Christine nodded, she thought she sensed a hint of disappointment in his voice, but quickly scolded herself for even thinking that, knowing it was probably a figment of her imagination. Surely it was wrong to fall in love with a married man.

At least- she thought he was married. His house was always very clean, the only small clutter was a pile of scores on top of the organ in the far corner of the room. Their lessons were always done in private with only the two occupying the flat, but she always guessed that was how he liked teaching his lessons. His wife most likely goes into town to shop while he teaches. She didn't have any proof of marriage, but it was better to think he was spoken for than to let herself dream of a reality with him.

Erik thought their time together always went too fast. The two hours they had been rehearsing felt as if twenty minutes had passed. It was frustrating. Their time spent together brought him much joy. Once she left her lessons, he was already looking forward to seeing her the following week.

Christine also glanced at the clock with the realization so much time had passed. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I hope I have not overstayed my welcome.” She said, the rosy color across her cheeks deepened to a red, and she quickly gathered her things off the chair against a wall.

Erik had to hold back a smile watching her become flustered. He gave a soft shake of his head and turned back to his piano to close the lid over the keys. “Christine, you never overstay your welcome.”

She put her cloak on and drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, a habit she developed when in deep thought. Erik watched her, wanting nothing more than to stop her actions. Her lips were far too pretty for her to be biting in such a way. He wouldn’t mind doing it, but what was entirely too inappropriate to think about in her presence.

Seeming to lose the battle with her mind, Christine ran her thumb over her arm and looked down. “No, I should be going. I’m sure your wife is to return home soon.” She hesitated.

Erik’s brows knit together in confusion. “Wife?” Where did that idea come from?

Erik longed to be a husband. To have someone to tend to, have someone to provide for. Someone to share walks into town with. Someone who could look past his repulsive face and tormented body. But his face never let him get the opportunity. Any woman whom he ever came in contact with, which weren’t more than a handful, had turned their noses up at him or made a point to gawk at him. Everyone but Christine. Oh, how he longed for another half. He longed for her.

Christine silently cursed herself for her cloak resting on her shoulders now, for she was flaming hot. Had she misjudged him? Was her handsome teacher unwed? “I was under the impression that you are married.” She spoke softly, looking at him. The confusion etched on his face slowly softened.

Before Erik’s mind could process what he was doing, he strode forward and stood in front of Christine and looked down at her features. He had a good couple inches on her height. Her head only came as high as his upper lip.

Christine’s heart felt like a sledgehammer in her chest. Her eyes never left his icy ones as he planted himself a foot in front of her. His aroma of roses and some other earthy scent. Pine. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief second as his scent enveloped her, clouding her thoughts.

Once Christine opened her eyes, Erik held up his left hand which did not adorn a wedding band. “I’ve never been married,” he murmured, seeming almost embarrassed at the fact.

Guilt washed over Christine for bringing up a topic that clearly held many emotions for him. She looked at his hand which had the slightest tremor to it. The only piece of jewelry was a silver band with a black stone in the middle which rested on his pinky finger.

“Oh. I am sorry for assuming. I only thought with the privacy of lessons and how well kept your home is, you had a wife.” The twinge of red returned to her fair skin.

Erik watched her with such intensity, it made her want to squirm. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable gaze. She almost thought it was an adoring look to his features. Her breath hitched in her throat when his hand came up to brush a curl away from her face, brushing it behind her ear. She leaned into his palm, the coolness of his fingers felt like a breath of fresh air against her burning cheeks.

“Maestro,” She began.

“Erik.” He interrupted. “Please, call me Erik outside of our lessons.” His voice thick.

“Erik,” She corrected. “May I?” she asked softly, gesturing to his mask.

His relaxed shoulders turned rigid in an instant, a sharp breath drew into his lungs. Erik’s jaw ticked and he lowered his head. Of course she would want to see it. Erik had known the day was coming, but no matter how many times he thought he was ready to show her, he would always chicken out. He didn’t want to lose Christine. She was his sunshine on a rainy day, unbeknownst to her.

“You know I will never judge you, you can trust me fully with anything,” Christine spoke with such gentleness, it made Erik want to sob in her arms and tell her every detail of his poor life he had endured. But he would spare her the gruesome details of his past.

His jaw twitched a couple more times as he clenched and unclenched his teeth. His gaze remained focused on the ground between their feet. He understood that whether it was now or later, the topic of his mask would come up again and he would be faced with this same ultimatum. Show her now and have her walk out of his life for his cursed face, or continue to become more attracted and attached to her, only to have her leave him further down the road when she sees his true self.

Erik nodded and Christine gently cupped his face in her palms. His day old stubble pricked her palms as she ran her thumb over his left cheek.

Her left hand raised to where his jaw and neck met. As her thumb hooked under the porcelain mask, Erik’s shoulders began to shake. Slowly, the mask made its way over Erik’s face, pulling the black wig along with it too, exposing his two greatest insecurities.

The gasp of horror he was waiting to hear, never came. Instead, Christine trailed her hand up and over the mountains and valleys of his beautifully carved skin. His skin was incredibly smooth under her dainty fingers. The heat of her palm against his sensitive deformity was shocking, he felt as though he had been struck by lightning.

Damn fool. He thought. Your hideous face has shocked her beyond words. Sucking in another ragged breath, the tears began to sting his eyes. “Please, spare me your criticism.” His voice laced with emotion. “If you no longer wish to partake in lessons with me, I shall not hold it against you. This disastrous face isn’t deserving of someone with your beauty.”

What kind of life had this man known? The thought alone brought forth the familiar sting of tears in Christines eyes as she looked at his face. Had he been shunned by everyone whom he had met, just because of his face?

“Erik,” Christine said, moving her right hand to his jaw to try and lift his gaze to her.

“No, Christine please,” his body shook with more violence as a tear escaped down his face. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Please just go,” The sound of a choked sob left the man. His walls were completely shattered, not having any more fight left to hold them up.

“Look at me,” she demanded, her voice coming out stronger than she thought it would. The sound of the sob leaving him was enough to shatter her heart in pieces. Seeing the man she loved so broken, awoke a dark place inside of her that wanted to tear through anyone who ever made him feel like he was less than perfect.

Even in his disheveled state, he still stood taller than her. His puffy, ice blue eyes met her chocolate ones. His cheeks were flushed the faintest pink and his lips a brighter shade of red. His tears left wet trails down his cheeks resulting in her reaching up to swipe them away with her thumbs.

“You are beyond beautiful,” she began. “I can’t make changes to your past, but I can change the future. And I don’t want you to believe for even a second that you are not deserving of any kind of love.”

This is it. The time to tell him. If she was going to get emotional, now was the time to do so.

Standing on her toes, Christine placed a gentle kiss on his marred cheek. “I have loved you far too long to let you speak like this. Thinking nobody loves you.” The whisper of her words was hot on his cheek.

His heart jumped in his chest as another tear fell from his eye at her words. He had dreamt of her saying these words, but never thought he would get the satisfaction of her love.

The touch of her lips on his flesh was a feeling unlike anything Erik had ever experienced before. Sweet intoxication. He wanted- no, he needed more.

Before he could make any move towards her, she continued speaking, tears now brimming her eyes. “I need you to know. I have loved you and will continue to love you for as long as I am breathing. My heart feels like it is going to pound out of my chest anytime we are near. I long for your touch,” a tear escaped her eye. “I know you may not feel the same, but I can’t let you think you are unloved because I love you with every fiber of my being. I burn for you.” She confessed, feeling as if the weight on her shoulders had lifted.

Through her confession, his eyes never strayed from hers. A shuddering breath caused his chest and shoulders to rise and fall sharply. His Christine. She wanted him. She loved him. “Oh, Christine.” He reached for her, almost afraid she would shy away from his touch, regardless of her words.

An overwhelming emotion overtook him as he stepped forward and let his hand cup her cheek, an action he had longed to since the day he met her. She smiled up at him with such love, now that he had known her expression. Her brows pinched together softly, her lips full and rosy. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that,”

Christine broke eye contact for a brief moment, flicking her gaze to his lips and back up at his glassy eyes. Erik knew that look, or at least he had read about that look. Romance novels had grown to be some of his favorites. For just some time, he could escape to a world where he was a handsome man and women didn’t look at him with disgust. He could experience what the sensation of kissing another was like.

Even without romance novels, he often thought about what it would be like to kiss Christine. Her lips soft and warm against his own. Experience desires with Christine. Roaming his hands over her body. Pleasuring her. Worshiping her. It was intoxicating and he wanted it all.

As Christine leaned in to him, his stomach tumbled in nervousness and excitement. He felt the weight of her hand land on his shoulder.

Erik didn’t know what to move or how to move it. His arms remained glued to his sides as her hot breath fanned his lips. Christine’s eyes fluttered shut and she closed the distance between them.

Every fantasy Erik had of this shared moment didn’t compare to the physical feel of her lips against his. Her lips were as soft as silk and pillowy against his own. Closing his own eyes and leaning into her body heat, Erik kissed her back and let his hands move to rest gently on either side of her waist.

Her perfume seemed to put him in a daze. The sweet smell of berries, dizzying him as warmth blossomed all over his body.

He stepped closer to her, finally pressing their bodies flush against one another and had to stifle a groan at their contact. Christine’s hand moved to tangle in his thin locks of hair, deepening their kiss.

Erik happily complied to whatever she wanted. He would give it to her. Lay the world down at her feet if she asked. He moved one of his hands to cup the side of her face to pull her impossibly closer.

A gasp left Christine as she brushed against his prominent erection. The desire within her swirling and her stomach swarmed with butterflies. Erik’s hips bucked at the contact, pressing himself further onto her hip.

Breaking the kiss, Christine looked up at him through her lashes. Her lips red and swollen. Erik’s chest heaved as he looked into her eyes, not liking the loss of contact. He needed to constantly have her touch, he felt as if he couldn’t breathe without it.

“Erik,” She breathed. “I need you,” she whimpered, her hand moved from in his hair, down to his chest, tugging at the front of his opened vest.

“Christine, are you positive?” His brows knit together. “Things wont go back to being the same between us. It will be the point of no return,” He hesitantly stroked her cheek with his thumb, afraid to do anything she wouldn’t like.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the gesture, leaning into his hand. This was absolutely what she wanted, for so long she had dreamed of his touch, of the feel of him inside her. She had never been more sure of anything else before.

“Take me there, I want all of you,” Christine told him.

Erik had no self control anymore. He would never be able to deny her anything she wanted. Regardless of his inexperience with physical touch, he would learn all the touches she desired.

He nodded and brushed his nose against hers. “Just be patient, this is all new to me.” he told Christine.

Her heart skipped a beat as he accepted. Her other hand moved to grab his hand that was holding her waist. His fingers were cool to the touch and a little clammy with nerves. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed gently. “It is for me too.” she admitted.

Erik squeezed her hand back and hesitantly leaned down to kiss her again. His fingers curled around the back of her head, pulling Christine closer.

Their lips collided, this time more heated than their first kiss. His lips were gentle but asserted dominance as they moved against her own. Their clasped hands fell apart at their sides and Erik used that time to grab her waist and pull her against himself.

Christine gasped at the contact of his erection against her hip. It was empowering to know that his body had that response to her. Wanting more, she pressed farther into him, grabbing the backs of his arms.

“Have me,” Her breathy voice whispered.

Erik broke their kiss and swept her up in one fluid motion. His arms went underneath her knees and across her back to clasp her waist. Christine instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to walk out of the music room.

They strode down the hall and to what Christine guessed was his bedroom. It was simple, a dresser rested against the wall, sheets of music atop the dresser. The same colored gray curtains were draped over the window, shielding their world from the one outside.

His bed was a beautiful black swan bed with red coverlets and pillows. She had never seen a more unique bed. She wanted to ask him about it, but decided to wait.

Erik gently laid her down, placing her so her head rested against the pillows. Before he settled above Christine, he pulled his tailcoat off, feeling too constricted

Christine watched him as he flung his coat across the room, not having a care in the world as to where it went or how wrinkled it would become. Erik’s left knee held his weight as he kneeled on the bed, coming over top of her.

His hands came to rest on either side of her head as she peered up at him. “Are you positive about this Christine?” His voice sounded strained.

Her heartbeat picked up as she peered up at him. His eyes still had a puffiness to them from crying earlier, and there was now a flush across his cheeks. Her hand came up to cup the right side of his face. The feel of his bumpy skin was warm against her hand. His eyes closed at the contact for a brief second before meeting her gaze.

“I’ve never been more positive about anything before.” she assured.

Wasting no more time, Erik lowered his body and crashed their lips together. Christine returned his kiss almost instantly. The heat of Erik’s body was like a magnet to her own, drawing herself as close to him as she could.

Parting her lips, she swiped her tongue across his bottom lip. It seemed to Christine that he was very timid of touching her the wrong way and that she would be the one to make the first move for things. And she was okay with it, as long as he was okay with anything she initiated.

Erik’s lips parted and their tongues met. It was a different feeling then Christine thought it would be, but the rush of arousal hit her core, making her let out a soft whimper against his lips.

Erik’s eyes opened in surprise at the sound, making sure it wasn’t a sound of hurt before closing his eyes again.

The bed dipped as his weight held up by his hands was transferred to his left arm. He moved so his elbow was taking his weight and his right hand trailed down Christine’s right side.

The trail of his fingers followed just beneath her breast, to the petite curve of her waist, giving a firm squeeze. Christine gasped against his lips at the contact, resulting in her breaking their heated kiss.

Loving the feel of her skin against his lips, Erik left a trail of kisses from her cheek to her ear, giving a soft tug on her lobe with his teeth. Christine's body arched into him, and the pleasure of her hip against his arousal was almost enough to send him over the edge. He was no stranger to masturbation, and did it often while thinking of his angel, but having her underneath him, arching into him, needing him, was pure ecstasy.

A groan left him, muffled against her skin. His hot lips moved to the base of her neck, leaving open mouth, gently licking and sucking on her sweet skin. It tasted just of her berry perfume, almost better. While he occupied her neck, Erik helped guide the cloak off of her, letting it fall off the side of the bed.

Christine's hands moved to discard him of his black vest. He nibbled her soft skin, and helped shrug off the article of clothing, letting it fall to the floor beside the swan. The hand that was on her waist moved to her arched back and began to pull the ribbon.

His trembling hand fumbled with untethering the string, but eventually was able to loosen it enough to have it slide off with ease. Erik broke off of her neck and tugged her corset up. Christine lifted her arms off his sides and up over her head. He lifted off of his arm and kneeled over her waist, then drew the fabric over her top half.

Once the corset was in his hands, he carefully placed it on the ground next to the bed, and brought his attention back to her. The fabric that had been removed supported her breasts, but now the plunging neckline of her dress didn't hold the fullness of them anymore.

Erik’s breathing picked up and he looked down at her, now only in her light blue dress and white lacy stockings which peaked out of the slit on her thigh.

Christine had grown inpatient and yearned for his touch. She leaned up on one elbow and grabbed the front of his white shirt, pulling him flush against her and crashed their lips together. Their sighs of content were music to each other's ears.

Erik pulled his body back a couple inches and began to unbutton the front of her dress, fumbling every other one. His nervousness made Christine smile against his lips.

Finally freeing the last one, Erik freed their lips and guided the fabric over one of her shoulders, then over the other. Her silky chemise revealed itself, the tiniest bit see through on her breasts where her nipple was. Sucking in a sharp breath, he allowed himself to look briefly but couldn’t let himself stare. He was a gentleman afterall.

The material of her dress bunched at Christine’s waist, folding in soft ruffles. Erik’s hands found the fabric on her hips and he leaned down to peck her lips. Finding some confidence, Erik mumbled, “Lift your ass, Mon ange.”

Christine’s stomach erupted in butterflies at his use of language, though she happily complied. He wasted no time pulling it down her legs and neatly folding the dress in half, setting it down with the corset.

Settling back over Christine, his cock strained hard against his trousers. Erik adjusted himself and almost moaned at the touch against his erection. He was aching, but he would not risk touching himself again in fear of finishing before her.

“You are wearing far too many clothes for my liking,” she said and began unbuttoning his white shirt. Before she could make it to the second one, Erik grabbed her hands gently and pinned her to the bed. “Christine, you cannot see my body,” his voice shook.

“There are scars from my past and it is not something you should ever have to look upon.” He explained, finally meeting her gaze.

Erik released her arms, and settled his weight like he had previously, on either side of her head. Longing for his touch still, Christine wrapped her right arm around his neck and brought the other to his cheek. “Erik, I love you,” She began, trailing her thumb back and forth over his deformity. “I love everything about you. I will never look at you differently for your body having a story. Scars or not, I will never love you less. To me, you are perfect.” Her eyes never strayed from his, which now pooled with tears.

“Mon ange,” he quaked, vision becoming blurry. “I love you, Christine.” He responded back to her, leaning down to give a passionate kiss.

Christine returned it instantly, feeling his tears drip onto her cheeks. “May I?” she questioned. Christine never wanted to make him uncomfortable, so his consent to anything she did was always needed.

With a sharp inhale, Erik nodded. Christine carefully unraveled her arm from his neck and dropped the one at his cheek. Her hands found their way back to his buttons and began to unfasten them.

His shirt buttons only traveled down to the middle of his chest, exposing his skin in a sharp V shape. Unable to control herself, Christening brought both hands up to his collarbone and let her warm fingers explore his muscular chest.

She almost moaned at the feel of his broad chest. The muscles under her palms were large and toned. Her hands met the soft curl of his chest hair as she let her curious hands wander aimlessly around his chest.

Finally pulling away before she lingered too long, she brought her hands down to his waist and pulled the shirt out of his trousers. Before she pulled the material up more she looked at Erik who was already watching her with a vulnerable gaze. “I love you,” She assured.

Erik felt his heart pull in his chest at her words. She loved him. She really loved him. It was something he would have never dreamed of happening and he never wanted to wake up from this dream. “I love you so much, mon ange.” he replied and let her pull the shirt over his body.

His muscles that Christine had run her hands over were sharply defined in the soft glow of the gas light. His dark chest hair left a light trail down his stomach and into his trousers. Along his ribcage, a large scar ran to the front of his chest, following the length of a rib. She grit her teeth together, noticing a lot more small ones no bigger than an inch long all over his torso.

“You’re beautiful,” she told him, trailing her fingers along some scars.

One of his hands cupped her cheek and he gave a weak smile. Too overcome with emotions in the moment, all Erik could do was lean down and kiss her passionately.

Christine sighed in content and brought her hands down his body to the loops in his trousers. Giving a soft tug forward, Erik’s hard on ground right into Christine’s sex.

Their moans joined together in their kiss, becoming more heated by the second. One of Erik’s hands moved to grope her breast under her chemise, no longer able to contain himself.

Christine moaned in delight, tipping her head back as his fingers rolled her nipple in between his fingers. Her skin was even softer, if that was possible.

With each light twist and roll of his fingers, waves of pleasure shot to Christine’s sex. Her hand that was pressed against his chest moved to his side to hold onto him. The pleasure pooling to her center caused a deep ache to settle between her legs.

Erik removed his hand briefly to pull her chemise off both shoulders and down to her waist, exposing her full breasts. His mouth watered at the sight, wanting to take her into his mouth. Before he could act upon his thoughts, Erik tore his gaze from her breasts and looked at her to make sure this is what she wanted.

Christine watched Erik’s questioning gaze and gave him a nod, not giving him time to ask. She lifted her hips to give him easy access to pulling her chemise off.

Suddenly, Christine was met with a wave of nerves that made her stomach flop as Erik began to move the fabric slowly down her hips.

The sound of a choked groan got caught in Erik’s throat as he caught sight of her fully naked for him. The curls hid most of her beautiful flesh but the knowledge that she was bare for him, made him want to cry tears of joy. He had longed for a woman to devour and now he could finally act upon his desires.

Christine looked up at him with an obvious flush to her features as he took in her full body. Only her stockings remained with her garter holding them up, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of removing either.

Putting her chemise with her other articles of clothing, Erik broke out of his trance and hovered over Christine. He left hot, sloppy kisses from her belly button up to the base of her breast.

His hot breath fanned over her hardened bud, making Christine shiver. Goosebumps pimples her skin, raising the hairs on her arms.

Giving light kisses to her breast, he suddenly took her right nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over her nub, glancing up at her.

Christine’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as her head thrust back into the plush pillows. The wetness of his tongue was enough to drive her to insanity. The lapping of his tongue flicking over her bud sent pulsing waves of pleasure to her center. Her hands flew to his hair, pushing him more into her breast, resulting in him sucking harder.

Erik’s left hand groped her left breast and began to roll her nipple between his fingers, giving an occasional pull. A whimper left Christine as she bucked her hips to his, needing to relieve some pressure. “Erik,” she moaned once her hips met his.

He glanced up at Christine, his cock twitching in his trousers at her moaning his name. “More… I need more,” she begged, her chest heaved in uneven breaths.

Erik’s right hand which was resting against her side gave a slight tremor as he thought of his next action. Bringing his shaking hand off of her waist, he rested it on her upper thigh, having to work up the courage to touch the sacred area of his angel.

His once cold fingers had become warm from Christine’s body heat. The weight and warmth of his hand made her hips buck up to try and get him to move. “Please,” she whimpered.

Erik grazed her nipple softly with his teeth, his fingers trailed steady circles into her leg. At an agonizingly slow pace, he began to move his fingers up to her core.

Not wanting to leave her waiting for long, he sucked in a sharp breath, pulled her breast out of his mouth and switched sides so he sucked her left breast and his hand played with her wet bud. His right hand cupped her warm core.

Christine gasped at the feel of him against her. Her stomach coiled and her hips moved involuntarily against his hand.

Erik sucked her nipple hard, earning a cry of pleasure. He began to move his fingers gently between her folds, the wetness of her desire surprised him. His fingers coated in her dripping heat. He had to stifle a groan from the feel of her.

Erik pulled off her nipple with a “pop” and watched his hand move through her now slick folds. His thumb found the bud that he had read about before in many explicit books. Curiosity got the best of him as he applied light pressure and swirled it in a circle.

“Oh god,” she cried and pushed against him, applying even more pressure. Feeling satisfied with knowing the books had not failed him, he applied even more pressure eliciting a cry from Christine.

Watching his hand move against her, Erik’s erection twitched, begging to be released. Self control had always been an enemy of his, but he was not letting his own desire get in the way of hers.

Releasing her nipple with his hand, Erik leaned down to leave featherlight kisses to her collar bone, never stopping the circling of this thumb.

Her hands found the back of his head as he kissed her neck. Christine pulled him up to her lips and kissed him feverishly.

Erik returned her kiss and ran his middle finger over her entrance. Her sigh of satisfaction was quickly replaced with a gasp as Erik pushed his finger into her tight, wet center.

“Christ,” she breathed, arching her back at the new feeling of fullness inside her. Erik slowed the circling on her bud to a halt, not wanting to overwhelm her with the sensations. He kept his finger still once her slick walls enveloped his finger, letting her get used to the feeling.

The coiling in her lower belly grew as he sunk his finger inside her. With every inch of his finger moving inside of her, the butterflies flew wild.

Very slowly, he began to move his finger, pulling back until the tip remained and then pushed it back in until his palm met her folds. Her whimpers ghosted over his lips as her eyes remained closed, ravishing in the feel of him.

Erik took the time her eyes remained closed to observe her as he kept moving his hand. Her brows pinched together, curving upwards at the front. The very few smattering of freckles across the bridge of nose, Erik burned into his memory so he could draw them later. Her plump lips formed a soft ‘O’ in her pleasure.

Erik glanced down where their flesh met and added another finger, letting her adjust to the two digits. The crease between her brow deepened as he stretched her. Her bottom lip had now been drawn in between her teeth. Erik placed his other hand on her jaw and gently used his thumb to pull her lip out from her teeth.

Her lids opened and she met his gaze. “Does this feel okay?” He asked, looking over her face for any hint of discomfort.

She nodded and wiggled against him, trying to get him to move. “Yes, it’s perfect,” she responded.

Capturing her in a sloppy kiss and tracing his tongue along her bottom lip, he began moving his fingers, picking up the pace. Instinctively, she allowed him inside her mouth as their tongues danced together.

Erik returned his thumb to her sensitive bud, earning the reward of her moan to his ears. Once she felt stretched enough, he curled his fingers, attempting to give her a new form of pleasure.

Christine’s hands flew to his back and clawed gently, making sure not to hurt him where his scars were. “Keep doing that,” she told him as he brushed against a spot that made her see stars.

Erik complied, giving her exactly what she wanted. He moved his head down to her neck and began to suck on her flesh, leaving a light mark just above her collarbone, not wanting to hurt her.

“F-Faster,” she pleaded. He looked up at her and saw small beads of sweat coating her forehead.

Speeding up pace, he curled his fingers just like she had asked him to, her moans coming out more sporadic.

Knowing the reaction it elicited from her earlier, Erik drew her breast into his mouth again and lapped over the perky bud. “Oh god, Erik.”

He hummed in response, the vibrations adding to the waves of pleasure flooding to her core.

As his fingers curled inside Christine, she could feel herself becoming higher and higher, chasing the ultimate peak she could feel herself nearing. The tingles flooded over her body, small at first but began to feel like fireworks as she neared the precipice of ecstasy.

Shocks and jolts suddenly took Christine, feeling as though electricity had run through her sex. Her body clenched around his fingers as she reached the edge, the pleasure becoming too much for her to handle. Her legs began to shake and her hips lifted involuntarily, grinding harder against his hand.

The electric shock in her core eventually subsided to small jolts once her orgasm passed. Her chest heaved as Erik pulled off her breast and smiled up at her. “Was that okay?” He asked.

Her lids felt heavy but she kept them open and smiled at him while nodding. “That was better than anything I could have imagined,” she told him. Erik moved up towards her, his fingers slowly eased out of her, glistening in her orgasm.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean of her desire. Christine gasped watching him, her stomach coiling as arousal hit her almost immediately regardless of her just experiencing an orgasm. “I need you in me,” she begged.

“Anything you command,” Erik said and shifted above her so he could unbutton his trousers and pull them down his legs, exposing his briefs.

His erection strained against the loose material, though it was not polite to stare, Christine couldn’t help but keep her attention focused on his length.

He tugged at the elastic band and in one swift motion, his cock sprang forward against the skin of his abdomen.

Drawing in a breath, Christine stared at the flesh. It was an impressive length and the girth of him was commanding. She had no clue how it would fit inside of her.

The tip was extremely red with the tip glistening in the lamp light. He had the slightest curve to his length, which made Christine wonder if it would hit that spot inside of her that he had found minutes earlier.

He settled between her legs with one hand bracing his weight by her shoulder. Her knees rested against his hips, opening herself up to him. Erik looked at her, a flush over his cheeks. “This may sting a little, I’m sorry,” he told her. “I promise I will go slow,”

Christine nodded and rested her arms on either side of his ribs. She suppressed a moan as he guided his length over her folds and through the remnants of her orgasm. Once he had himself slicked up, he pushed the tip into her warm sex.

Closing his eyes at the feel of Christine’s tight walls, he had to use every ounce of control left to not plunge into her.

The pleasure she had once experienced had been replaced with a burning sensation as Erik pushed himself into her. Christine whimpered once the hilt of his body reached hers. The electric shocks she felt minutes ago now pulsed around Erik as she adjusted to his size.

The sting of tears burned her eyes. She closed her eyes so he wouldn’t see her discomfort. “I’m sorry,” Erik whispered, kissing her gently.

Christine nodded and after a minute the pain finally subsided so a light sting. “Okay, you can move,”

Erik studied her expression for any hint of pain before he withdrew his hips, pulling his erection almost all the way out before plunging back in, at a slow pace.

He rested his head in the crook of her neck, biting down hard on his lip to control his lust. Again, he gently removed himself before pushing back into her, keeping an agonizingly slow pace for himself.

After a few more thrusts, the stinging gave way to pleasure for Christine and she began clawing his sides, meeting his thrusts.

Erik moaned in her ear, causing her stomach to tighten.

Feeling herself becoming more aroused with every push of his hips, Christine brought her hand to her mop of curls and began rubbing slow, sensual circles. Needing him impossibly closer, she drew her legs up and hooked them around his waist.

Erik used that opportunity to push a little deeper inside of Christine, resulting in a breathy moan falling from her lips.

“Touch yourself, Mon ange,” He told her, watching as her hand rubbed steady circles on her clit.

“It feels so good,” she breathed, moving her hand in faster circles.

“Just like that,” Erik purred, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

Feeling the need for more, Erik sped his pace up, the slapping for their skin becoming louder with each thrust. It was a sound Erik could listen to forever, he wanted to compose a song to the tempo. Christine rested her head against the pillows once more, seeking out her orgasm again.

Suddenly getting an idea, Erik halted his movements, and withdrew his length, earning a cry from Christine. He untangled her left leg from his waist and pushed it against her chest. Pushing his tip back in, Erik’s hips began moving at a faster pace.

Before Christine’s fingers could find her clit again, Erik beat her to it, rubbing the enlarged bud with his thumb. An audible gasp left her, the curling of her lower belly began. She had been amazed at how different it felt when he touched her versus when she touched herself. It was enticing.

Feeling himself becoming closer to the edge, Erik tried to push his release down, he needed Christine to come one more time before he would.

As Erik thrusted harder into her, he hit that familiar spot which he continuously grazed earlier. “Right there,” Christine moaned, feeling the pull of her pleasure building again.

Erik complied, thrusting into her again and again, finishing that same spot every time. With each snap of his hips, the same jolts of electricity found her core again, bringing her to the edge. “Erik,” she moaned, teetering on the edge.

“Come for me,” he demanded, adding more pressure to his thumb, feeling the same clenching around his length that he felt on his fingers.

Christine’s hands found his back and raked her nails down his back as her orgasm found her again. The waves of her release hit her harder this time, sending her body into a fit of convulsions.

Christine grabbed his face and kissed him with every ounce of energy she had left. Erik returned her kiss, just as passionately as she had. Feeling her walls clench around him, the familiar shiver of his orgasm quickly approached. His thrusts became uneven and sloppy, having no rhythm anymore. A whimper came from his throat as he pulled away from their kiss, needing air.

Suddenly his release crashed into him harder than it ever had before. A loud moan left him as he buried himself in her neck, quieting his whimpers. His hot seed shot inside Christine as he came crashing down on his high.

Erik’s chest heaved as he remained inside of her, trying to muster up the energy to pull out and get cleaned up.

Christine’s hands came to either side of his face and pulled him up to her. A sleepy smile found it’s way onto her face and she leaned forward to kiss him slowly. Kissing her back tentatively, Erik slowly pulled out of her.

Christine was thankful she chose to kiss him so he didn’t notice her wince when he pulled out. Pulling back from their kiss, Erik looked at her with a gentle gaze. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He questioned, looking around her face.

Christine shook her head and smiled softly. “No, that was amazing. Thank you,” she brushed some of his hair back that stuck to his forehead from sweat.

“Thank you,” Erik replied, giving her another kiss. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He asked, not waiting for her response since he was going to do it regardless of her answer.

“I will draw the bath for you, I shall return in just a few minutes, Mon ange,” he said, pulling himself off of the bed before he could let himself hold her. If he held her, there was no way they would be getting out of bed for the rest of the night.

“Erik,” she said, grasping his hand before he could walk away to the kitchen to get her the water.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, reaching down to grab his briefs that were thrown down by the bed.

“I love you,” she peered up at him, planning on telling him any possible chance he could get.

Erik smiled faintly. “And I love you, my Christine.” He kissed the top of her head and set off to get her the water for her bath.

About an hour after their exploration of one another, Christine lifted her head from Erik’s chest, who now wore a simple white shirt that exposed his chest in a V shape. “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this for the last hour, but where did you find this bed?” She questioned, dragging her fingers over the soft coverlet.

Erik’s hand that was resting on her shoulder fell to her waist as she sat up and looked at him. He gave her a sheepish smile. “I.. found it,” he responded vaguely.

Christine hummed, not believing a word he said. Her expression must have given away her feelings because Erik gave a soft chuckle and shook his head. “Okay, maybe I didn’t find it,” he trailed off.

Christine’s brow raised in silent question. “I stole it.” He admitted with a smile.

“Erik!” She scolded like a mother would who found their child eating sweets before supper.

He pulled her closer to him with his hand on her waist, missing the warmth she provided. She snuggled back into his side with a content sigh. “I’d hardly call it stealing. It was sitting out by a dumpster after a traveling show had left town. Since it was sturdy, I decided to bring it home.” He explained.

Christine closed her eyes and tried to imagine him moving this bed all by himself and couldn’t help but giggle. “How did you move this all by yourself? I must admit, it is quite amusing to think,”

Erik looked down at her and twirled a finger around her damp curls, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. “I have an acquaintance from Persia that I asked to come help me move it. Cesar pulled the weight once we got it onto the wagon.” He told her, kissing the top of her head.

Knowing that he had been a stranger to friendship and relationships most of his life, Christine smiled at the idea of him having a friend. “I’d like to meet him,”

Erik nodded and rested his chin on top of her head, closing his eyes. “I will write to him soon to request his company,” he smiled, thinking of his only friend meeting his lover.

“You’ve also been to Persia?” She asked him, not knowing he traveled.

“I’ve been to many countries, my dear,” He told her, thinking of all the countryside he had seen in his 34 years of life.

“Would you tell me about your travels?” She peered up at him through her lashes.

He smiled and laced their fingers together. “Of course,” he told her and began to recite all the different cultures he had seen throughout his travels across Europe. Through his explanation, Christine leaned further into him and absorbed every word that came from his lips. Her heart squeezed being in his arms, finally feeling complete.

you can find me on AO3 (Lickkuid) where I am currently writing a Royal phanfic of Erik and Christine (it’s gonna be 🌶️🌶️)

#erik destler #erik x christine #poto #imagine #erik poto #christine daae #phandom #phantom of the opera #creative writing #romance #andrew loyd webber #gaston leroux #poto 2004 #phantom of the opera fanfic #gerard butler #gerik

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roboticbuild · 10 months

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Hello everyone I need to be insane Abt Asuka NOW!!!! Warning for anyone who cares Abt it I guess this post is gonna have guilty Gear spoilers? I doubt people who see this are gonna care but better to be safe than sorry.

But also hey what if I overanalyzed the lyrics of the Guilty Gear theme for Asuka, The Gravity? Haha, just kidding.......

........Unless?

Read more just in case it becomes long lol

Anyways I've been listening to the Circle on loop and there's obviously a LOT of symbolism, it's guilty gear, but there's a very specific set of lyrics that's making me feel like an insane madman (or thatman.)

So I wanna go over each lyric MOSTLY one by one kind of. And now I will immediately be inconsistent.

Find it, find it

Something unseen

Play back the history, answers within

I think this part is so so important bc I think it shows how Asuka doesn't only choose to never leave the past, but ACTIVELY chooses to stay in the past. It's only MAYBE at the end of strive where he thinks somewhat about the future of himself and the people around him. And even then, he continues to run from his consequences, and the truth of how everything is now. And so, he looks into the past, to find the answers he needs for the present. He thinks about Fredrick, he thinks about Aria- but in the end he doesn't think about Sol Badguy, or Jack-O Valentine. He looks into the past and can only think about his sins, and how he needs to persecute himself to "repent"- when it never was the answer. This isn't to deny he's changing- he absolutely is. But timeline wise? It's only recent. While Sol and Aria's soul (and the fragments we see chars become from her soul) have been changing CONSTANTLY. They've never stopped changing.

And I think it makes something very, very interesting. Where somewhat recent, Sol decided to not look too far into the past, while also being blinded by it. He didn't think of the future, because he- at least in my opinion which is a whole other post- didn't plan to be in a future after his original goal of destroying all gears. Asuka wants the past to be the past again, and Sol wants the past to be destroyed in something similar to a blazing glory.

And Aria? She's like a god damn anchor. She doesn't want to look at the past. She doesn't want it, knowing what has happened. She looks toward the future, and she stands in the present, and she decides she refuses to let the cycle continue. She knows this present and this future isn't her own- she was never supposed to be this far. And so, as she refuses to overwrite Jack-O, she decides one thing, her own choice for herself- this isn't her world. It's Jack-O's. She already had her own time, and she's not going to rip it away like it was ripped away from her.

Does existence have a meaning?

This one is extra interesting to me, as it's eventually followed up by "Does meaning have (a) meaning?" And I think it kind of shows the way Asuka thinks. He over thinks everything, but not the things in the now. He thinks until the definition of things are ripped apart- and on the way he questions his own existence. He questions if all of this was meant to happen. If what he did to Fredrick, to Aria, was truly an act of himself or an act of fate.

And maybe this is me overanalyzing in the "analyze everything" game series, but I think it's in a way shown that Asuka in this song and some parts in general finds fate to be something horrifying. One of the hardest things he has trouble understanding is something out of his control, something that doesn't fit his visual, even if the visual is caring. He couldn't understand why Aria would choose to eventually die than be cryo frozen into a cure, after all. He just... Can't understand it, when isn't the essence of humanity to survive? To live? When he wants to help the people he cares about most? When he loves them, god he loves them, so why would they choose to the "obvious answer" to continue being alive? To continue existence and love and care?

And so he rips down meaning after meaning to do what he can to understand definition and not person, because he doesn't know how.

The reality of truth, the reality of truth

what should we accept?

Reality of truth, reality

This. Makes me fucking insane.

Because it's a part of Asuka, understanding he needs to accept the present. The reality of truth- that Sol isn't Fredrick, and Jack-O isn't Aria. The reality that Sol isn't just gonna be buddy buddy with him again like old times, nor is Aria coming back. That everything has changed, and he barely has. And he can't help but wonder, if he should accept it. If he should accept the now instead of his original goal of making the past real again. He isn't sure, and after the events of Strive ESPECIALLY not sure at all. And it kind of scares him, I think. He fears change so badly, after all.

As the Universe turned black

Okay here's the part that led to me making this post at like seven am. I think the "Universe" turning black is a part of the next lyric, but also its own type of thing. He almost ended humanity. Even if for the people he loves and cares about, even if outside forces were involved- He still almost ended humanity.

And I think this shows how hopeless he felt, witnessing the Crusades. Watching as he knew that was Aria, that was fucking Aria, in Justice. Even if it was a mixture of things, it was still her! It was still her!!!!! And he fucked everything up. And he knows this so god damn well, especially as he witnesses Sol bring her down.

Did the Sun ever defy fate?

This one is connected to the above part, yes. It shows Asuka's fear of fate, shows how he believes it to be inescapable and world ending. After all, when the Sun goes out, so does the world. And when the sun is gone, only black will fill the stars, without the light of the Sun.

But not only that: It's also about Sol.

It's about how Sol, with the Flame of Corruption within, who tries to burn the past and present- and with every attempt, everything traces back to Sol as well, and he's the one to stop it because it's in his way. How Asuka sees what Sol does now as an inescapable path of horrifying, world ending fate. And how Asuka has felt for so long it was his own fate to be killed by Sol.

Beyond it all, do you recognize me?

THE BIG INSANITY INDUCER EVERYONE. MY GOD. I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME.

It's so. Clear as day. It's how Asuka hadn't confronted Sol because he was scared of losing his friends. How Asuka runs away and away and away. How Asuka wonders, I must be so different now. He must not recognize me anymore. How in one of the dialogue things as vs Sol, he says Sol is the one who hasn't changed. And when Sol replies that he's one to talk? It just makes me crazy. Because Asuka sees himself as someone who has changed so god damn much, when he hasn't. He simply hasn't. And he continues the cycle, to fulfill his want for knowledge and understanding of this world and universe. He continues, over and over, and admits it to himself: he's not different. He's so recognizable to the point it's horrifying. He has the hair from the past. He has the demeanor, everything. Meanwhile, Sol has changed so much he could be considered near unrecognizable.

And, in the end, even if he's starting to finally face the present? He wants everything back. He wants Fredrick back. He wants Aria back. He wants it to be the same again, and he wants Sol to recognize him as his friend, not the person who caused him so much despair and pain. He doesn't want Sol. He wants Fredrick. He wants Fredrick.

And, with the backing vocals? The "the wings, the wings, Gravity"? The sun burns Asuka's wings every time, and makes him fall. And he continues to fly again and again, to continue the cycle he made for himself.

So in conclusion. This guy is so fucked up and I think about him a lot.

#guilty gear #guilty gear strive #asuka r kreutz #sol badguy #Fredrick #Aria #jack o valentine #I FORGOT LAST NAMES FOR ARIA AND FRED NAUUUURRR #long post #gif

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kianaflame23 · 1 year

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Dominance ☆ Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield x f!reader N*FW

I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO POST THIS!! I DO HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY CLIVE FANFIC!! It's my first time writing "this" fanfic so forgive me if you don't like it! Most likely ooc for Clive but yeah! Sorry for my grammar btw!!

THIS FANFIC IS 18+ SO NO MINORS ALLOWED HERE! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO!

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You and the group walked around the castle of Barnabas as Clive wanted to negotiate with him. He remembered seeing King Barnabas when he was 15 years old, small talk with him but that's it. Now, you are new to the group as you fought against Clive. Thinking to yourself that he wanted to kill you for your bounty money. Surprisingly, you were able to defeat him as Clive's knees were on the ground. Cursing to himself, he hears you coming closer and closer. However, you did something shocking and chaotic. You were in front of him and stretch your hand to him, smirking at him as you waited for him to grab your hand.

"That was a great fight! No one has ever fought me for so long! What's your name?" You spoked as you grinned, still waiting for him to say or anything.

He sighed as he gripped your hand tightly, your strength pulling him up rapidly. Clive looked even more shocked towards you, wondering how can you be so strong yet short (or current height) appearance.

*Sorry if you're aren't short! You can imagine however height you are here!*

"My name...is Clive Rosfield"

"Clive Rosfield? I see! My name is (Y/N)! Nice to meet you, Clive!"

Clive didn’t wish to continue talking to her but you attracted him somehow.

"Do you even know who am I?

"Huh? Nope! You will be my new friend! You can't say no to me though!" you leaned back as you laughed, Clive getting more confused.

"I'm going to joined your little group! Hope you don't mind!" you walked away from him, trying to talked with Jill and Cidolfus. Clive turned his head quickly as he began to walk.

"WAIT, WHO SAID YOU CAN JOIN US?!"

That's how you and the group met, traveling together and killing any creatures throughout the journey.

Back to the castle of Barnabas, the group and you stared at the huge front door which you guessed it's the entrance of the castle. As soon you were going to say something, the door opened and you saw Barnabas for the first time. You gasped, not sure if you are liking his handsome face or his well-built body. Barnabas looks at you and smiled, walked towards you as you stood there.

"Hello, my lady. Welcome to my kingdom! I hope you enjoy your stay in here" Barnabas spoked seductively to you, him holding your soft hand and places a kiss on the top of your hand. Not knowing the rage of Clive's blue eyes starting at Barnabas, wanting to kill him right there. He had to calm himself as he wants information from King Barnabas for his next journey...

Throughout the hours at the castle, Barnabas continued to talk with you, you were trying to answer as best as you can. You do find him attractive but you weren't interested with anyone. Unless if it was involved with Clive but you don't want to admit to yourself though.... You felt like he deserved someone better. Better than you and wishes for him to be happy....

Barnabas stopped his tracks and everyone looked at him with confusion. Barnabas turned to you slowly and smiled at you as he starts talking in front of everyone.

"(Y/N), forgive me for asking this but I want you to come with me. Staying in my room alo--" Barnabas couldn't finished his sentence as Clive yelled at him, not wanting to hear a word from Barnabas.

Clive rushed towards you with lust and anger in his eyes, taking you away from everyone as Jill and Cidolfus calling your names. Jealousy taking over him, trying to erase the image of Barnabas smirking and being with you. Clive definitely didn't like seeing you being Barnabas' queen at all....

The castle has too much rooms but luckily for Clive, he will use this advantage to claim you as his and no one can stop him. He only wants you and only you, he will not allow King Barnabas to take you away from him. Clive doesn't care if he'll start a war between him and Barnabas. He WILL have you no matter what. He'll show you true pleasure, wanting to start a family with you and breeding you all day or night...

When you're inside the room, you weren't able to say anything as Clive ripped your clothes apart and pushed you to the bed with force, you looked at him shocked.

"What the fuck, Clive? What's wrong with you??"

"I will NOT let Barnabas claim you, (Y/N)! You're mine and only MINE." he said to you darkly, not sure if you're getting turn on or not. Not wanting to admit that you feel yourself wet from his words...

You felt his rough fingers thrusting rapidly inside you, moaning a bit too loud for your liking. His thumb rubbing your clitoris harshly as you begged him to stop. Not listening to you, thrusting his fingers even more in you. Making you cum on his fingers as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, trying to calm yourself from your climax.

Clive moaned, tasting your sweet cum on his mouth and forcing you to taste yourself as he placed his fingers in your mouth. Feeling your tongue as you tried to move your tongue away from his fingers but couldn't. He pulled away his hands and began to take off his clothes. Feeling more aroused as you continued to see him with fear and excitement in your eyes.

"You think this is over, (Y/N)? Oh no. We are just getting started and you will be MINE. I will show you how much I LOVE you."

"Wait, Clive! If you want to use my body for stress relief, then I don't mi--"

"No, (Y/N)! You truly don't understand... Then, I have to show you how much I desire you and you will soon know how you make me go crazy for you!" he grunted as his thick, long cock appearing in front of you, pre-cum leaking a bit as you cover your mouth. Trying to control yourself as you want to taste him and suck on his cock...

As if he read your mind, he smirked at you and pushed himself closer to you, whispering your ear as you gasped

"It seems that you want to suck on my cock. I don't mind, (Y/N). I will be pleasuring your sweet pussy, then"

Before you can say anything to Clive, he pulled you up from the soft bed as he collapsed to the bed, you on top of him as you felt yourself blushing even more. Feeling his cock behind you as you sat on top of him.

"C-clive! What are you d--"

"I want you to use your mouth on my cock as I taste your cum while I suck your sweet pussy at the same time, (Y/N)! I want us to reach true pleasure together!"

Your eyes widened after Clive finished his speech, feeling yourself insecure of yourself. Knowing that you have to show your ass in front of him.... as you sucked his cock. You don't want to sit on him! It's too embarrassing and you would rather do something else than sitting Clive's face.

Clive feeling impatient, not wanting to wait any longer as he slapped your ass. Gaining a reaction from you and he growled at you as he speaks to you again.

"C'mon, I want you to sit on me. I don't care if you hurt me. I don't mind you going rough on me, (Y/N)!" Clive said to you with lust and frustration, making you gulped as you obeyed his command. Feeling yourself ashamed as you showed your ass fully to him. Clive groaned as he grabbed your ass tightly and began to lick your sweet flower. Making you moan even more loud, trying to calm your moans as you looked at his cock. Seeing his cock twitching, ready for you to touch and suck on it...

You licked your lips, leaning to Clive's cock and kissing his tip of his cock. Making him stop what he is doing and moaned as you began to suck on it, using your delicate hands to stroke his cock at the same time.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good! Don't stop, (Y/N)!"

You listened to him, sucking and stroking his thick cock faster. Feeling yourself getting closer to climax as you feel Clive’s roaming all around your pussy. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your gummy walls. It was too much for you, yet it was so good! You want to continue with this pleasure forever! Sadly, you couldn't hold yourself any longer. You're not the only one as Clive feels himself reaching to climax as well.

"SHIT! I'm gonna cum on you! Release your sweet juice on me, (Y/N)!

Hearing his words finally made you climax on him, giving him what he wants as Clive came on your mouth. Clive tasting your cum as he moaned loudly, trying not to lose conscious from your climax and his climax as well. He isn't ashamed of his loud moans. Clive wants you to know that YOU are the only one who can satisfy him. You felt yourself gagged a bit as you still feel him releasing more of his cum on your mouth and swallowing as much as you can. Feeling his cum dripping down on your breasts and breathing heavily as you calm down from your climax.

"T-that was so good... Are you satisfied, C-clive?" you stuttered as you pulled your ass away from Clive, sitting down next to his legs. Still feeling your legs shaking from your second climax.

Clive moved his body from the bed, pulling you closer to his chest as his bruising lips crashed on your lips, feeling his tongue touch yours and roaming everywhere as you moaned softly. You tapped his broad shoulder, signaling him that you want to breathe and Clive pulled away from you, both yours and clive's saliva connected to each other as it falls down. Making you feel wet again...

"No, I want to feel you. I want my cock inside you right now! You're making me lose myself, (Y/N)!"

"C-clive! I think we should re--"

You were interrupted as you felt Clive's hands pulled you down to the comfy bed, one of his hand gripping both of your hands above your head. Grabbing your leg around his waist as he growled in annoyance. Clive doesn't need to use both of your legs, knowing that you can't feel legs from your climax. You struggled to get out of tight grip, questioning yourself that you can easily your strength to get out of the room. Your body thinks differently though which sucks for you. However, you actually didn't mind it..... You're happy that his beast behavior shows that he wants you and only you...

'I guess I'll let him fuck me.... Maybe I can enjoy this....at least I'm not alone anymore...' you thought to yourself, waiting for him to begin.

"Fine, you c-can cum inside me. I'm not going to stop you. Promise me to never leave me, Clive..."

Clive looked you with such intense and lust before he closed his eyes, sighing as his hand grabbed your leg and placing it down softly. Surprising you even more as Clive moved closer to you and starts to kiss your neck, gropping your breast slowly as if he doesn't want to hurt you. Moaning as you feel his cock twitch between your sex. You blushed but decided to use your hips to grind on him, earning a soft moan from him. Letting go your arm as he groaned in pleasure, warning you to stop or he will go rough on you. You bit you lips, feeling your body in heat and liking the idea of him being dominant. Yes, you're enjoying this soft side of Clive, however, you do wonder how good it will feel. Him thrusting in and out of your sweet sex nonstop until you can only think of his name. Screaming and moaning his name all night....

"I want you to be serious here, Clive. I don't want you to just use my body for your own entertainment."

"(Y/N), I--"

"Please, let me finish talking"

Clive was about to say something but decides to listen to what you are going to say to him. Seeing his stoic yet handsome face looked at you with genuine fear in his blue eyes, thinking to himself that he messed up. Proving you that he only loves you and to be with you. He would rather stay away from anyone if he can't have you. Most likely not able to continue with his revenge journey.... You noticed that Clive looked away from you, feeling hurt that he can't change your mind. Pulling your hand to caresses his cheek, making him snap out of his negative thoughts. Clive immediately felt in ease and leaned your hand more, reminding you on how he react like Torgal whenever you are with him

'How cute' you thought to yourself again as you began to talk more.

"I hate the idea of being a single mother, taking care of my future children....so you better tell me now! D-do you love me...?"

"Of course, I do love you! You're the only one who understands me and always there for me even when I was too harsh on you!"

"Okay, good. Prove to me, Clive. Give me the best pleasure that I'll ever experience. I want to feel your cock in me now, my d-darling knight...my king..." you blushed more as you used your legs around his waist, trapping him as you felt your sweet cum spreading a bit to him.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard. The only thing you'll be screaming is my name, (Y/N)!"

You aren't sure if the jealousy and possessive is still taking over him but you don't mind it at all. You're already loving on how serious his face is and how he wants to give his lovely future wife the greatest pleasure ever. Ready to feel your sweet flower in his thick, long cock and releases his seed in you...

Clive pulled away from you for a few seconds before placing both of your ankles over his shoulders. Pinning your arms above your head again with his hand while Clive starts to stroke his cock as you grinned in excitement. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as his tip of his cock starts to rub between your gummy walls before inserting you fully without warning. Feeling yourself pulled back in pain yet ecstacy as you moaned.

"Eikons! Feel so damn good, my love!"

You feel his thick cock thrusting in and out of you roughly, moaning more loudly than you thought. Your breasts bounces with so much force. You don't care if your chest starts to feel pain. You're enjoying this immensely as you vowed to yourself that you will never leave Clive alone. No matter how dangerous the journey will lead to you and Clive. You'll stay and fight next to him until his vengeance ends. Then, you and Clive can be enjoying your peaceful life together. You hoped that no one will hear your passionate yet rough sex with Clive. You'll be so embarrassed if your group knows about it and starts to tease you after leaving the castle of Barnabas.... Especially King Barnabas.... however, you'll worry about it later. You want Clive to fill you up with his cum in your womb. Only him can do it. You'll beat up anyone who dares to touch you or your handsome knight of yours! You survived for so long without any help. Feeling your tears coming down from your eyes as you kept moaning more. Clive noticed your crying immediately as his hand shakily wiped away your tears, asking you if you want to stop and you rapidly shaked your head in disapproval.

"N-no! Keep going please, Clive! I am so grateful to have you as mine.This is just tears of happiness...."

"(Y/N)... I--"

"I want to feel your cum in me! Fill me up please, Clive!"

Hearing your words aroused Clive even more as his blue eyes turned to lust once again. Wanting to fuck you like an animal... Craving your body as Clive starts to give your neck some hickies while thrusting his cock deeply in you.

"Who's my good girl?!" Clive whispers your ear, feeling your ear burning as you felt his hot breath blew through your ear

"M-me..."

"I can't hear you, (Y/N). WHO'S MY GOOD GIRL?" Clive screamed to you, your eyes widened as your smiled gleefully to him or yourself. You don't care if you looked silly right now.

"I'M YOUR GOOD GIRL! ONLY YOURS, CLIVE~"

"That's right, my lovely wife. You're mine" he huskily said to you, still thrusting in and out your pussy, feeling your gummy walls squeezing his cock tightly. Both of you and Clive moaning and panting together.

"I'm gonna cum again, my darling husband~ Fill me up! Everything please!" you moaned as you blushed, shocked that you actually said it to Clive. Before you can say anything to him, his hand slowly pulled away from your wrist. Your hands immediately pulled him in a tight hug, not wanting him to stop and begging for him to release his seed in your womb. Feeling yourself getting closer to climax. Luckily for you, Clive feels the same as he sloppily thrusts in you more deeply, cursing to himself as he's ready to release his thick cum in you. You felt his index finger rubbing your clitoris rapidly, as if Clive wants you to climax on him. Feeling his finger and his cock going deeper and deeper in you, letting out your sweet nectar on him. Moaning loudly as you closed your eyes in ecstasy.

"Oh, eikons! Give me more of your sweet nectar to me! My good girl! My queen! I'm gonna c--" Clive choked as he couldn't finished his sentence, his seed filling you up. His legs shivers as Clive tries to continue his breathing. Still thrusting in you a bit before pulling out, his cum dripping down slowly to the comfy bed covers. Clive collapsed next to you, pulling you to his chest. Grinning to yourself as your cheek pressed to them, deciding if you want to bite his chest or not....

"Easy there, my naughty wife. Want me ravish you again?", Clive smirked as he caressed your hips. You blushed more but you got a goofy smirk as you began to talk.

"I don't mind another round. Just give me five minutes. Your cock is mine, after all~", you winked at Clive, giggling as you saw his blue eyes widened at your bold speech.

".......(Y/N)....."

"Yes, Clive?"

"Why did you say that to me?"

"What do you mean, Cli---", you didn't finished your sentence as Clive bounced on you. Wanting to devour you again

This is going to be a LONG night for both you and Clive. At least no one will tease you two when it's morning right....?

The end ☆

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~*~viva las avs~*~

A/N: litterally every hockey rpf idea that pops into my head i share with my wonderful bestie bre aka @fallinallincurls, and this is no exception. i sent it to her months ago, and here i am finally getting around to posting it, lol. basically tyson jost was never traded from the avs and is engaged to jesse compher, jt's youngest sister and nate is dating his younger sister morgan while jt is dating kacey jost, tyson's younger sister. they are all in vegas for jesse's bachelorette party and of course i wouldn't be me if ej wasn't included in this fic, too. his love interest is modeled after the actress connie britton from the shows friday night lights and nashville.

~*~bright light city gonna set my soul~*~

(gonna set my soul on fire)

parings: tyson jost and jesse compher, nathan mackinnon and morgan compher, jt compher and kacey jost and erik johnson/oc

summary: jesse, morgan and kacey are in vegas for jesse's bachlorette party and after ej's string of smart ass comments, nate along with jt and tyson end up in vegas, too and what happens after is anyone's guess

rating: t

oh, there's black jack, poker and roulette wheel

a fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal

all you need's a strong heart and nerves of steel

viva las vegas, viva las vegas

“viva las vegas” - the bruce springsteen version

Nate was determined not to let EJ win.

If there was one thing the older man had been able to do since they met, it was being able to get under Nate's skin. Even when they were separated by a few hundred miles with it being the middle of the off season and Nate was back in Cole Harbour and EJ was in his sprawling Hollywood Hills home.

His jaw ticked as he saw another comment from @bighorny under Morgan's latest post.

@stayincomphy more like stayin' hot hot hot

And of course he tagged him in it, telling him to keep an eye on his girl.

Morgan was in Vegas celebrating Jesse's bachelorette party. This last Christmas the Comphers had rented a cabin in Vermont for the holiday and of course Tyson, Laura and Kacey had been invited along with Nate and his parents and his sister Sarah and her husband, and not even a day into the trip, Tyson got down on one knee and asked Jesse to marry him.

Sometimes Nate still feels like his ears haven't recovered from Morgan and Kacey's squeals and shrieks as they practically tackled the youngest Compher once Tyson had slid the ring on her finger.

He knows EJ is doing this to get a rise out of him, which is his favorite thing to do that doesn't involve horses or wine, but this time it's not going to work.

Morgan would never do anything and he's stupid for even thinking it.

Josty was completely chill about Jesse having her bachelorette there and JT told Kacey to have fun, which is what he told Morgan to do too. Though he did make sure his favorite white bikini stayed behind. No one was allowed to see her wear that but him.

Seeing her laying on a lounger chair at the Aria's pool, classic blue and white striped one piece with cut outs on the sides made him close the app. If he kept looking, he'd miss her more than he already did and she'd barely been gone two days. He needed to take his mind off of all this. Just as he was about to grab Cox's leash, his phone pinged and of course it was a text from EJ.

[horseboy] you dogg you can't seriously be sitting at home in bumfuck canada while your girl's living it up in lost wages for shame nathaniel for shame

[dogg] fuck you johnson. you're just trying to get a rise out of me and it's not going to work this time. go pet a horse or stomp grapes or clean your dentures old man

[horseboy] me? try to get a rise out of you? Impossible

[dogg] i'm taking cox for a run and shutting off my phone. you'll be talking to the ether or whatever

[horseboy] the dogg doth bark too much as the saying goes. give the man of the house some head pats and ear scratches from his favorite hooman would ya? you have fun trying not to think about your girl living it up and looking so good doing it

Taking Cox for runs is how Nate always cleared his head when things were waying on his mind. When Morgan was with him they would meditate or do yoga, which always ended with him grabbing her when she got into more advanced poses and they would become a tangle of various limbs, laughing as he practically smothered her with his bigger frame.

He swore he wouldn't let EJ win, but as he increased his speed while running, he knew he was defeating the purpose of clearing his head, but all he could think about was Morgan in Vegas. Suddenly, he was back home and he was booking a flight. Logically he knew Morgan loved him and would never stray and he tried to think about all the things that sucked about Vegas like the fucking Golden Knights, their stupid castle in their arena, their dumb goal song, glow in the dark jerseys, the sun and how he had to wear SPF30 or he'd turn into a lobster, hangovers and gambling but none of it worked.

All he could think about was how none of the losers who were hanging out at the hotel pool and in the casino would see Morgan with Jesse and Kacey and not know she was taken. Jesse had the cute diamond Josty bought last year and was wearing that bright pink sash that said Bachelorette and a little crown in every post she made.

Guys weren't exactly known for taking no for an answer, but if he was there they wouldn't have a choice.

Of course he booked tickets for Josty and JT, too. He couldn't exactly show up alone. That was creepy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Tyson knew he wasn't supposed to tell Jesse. Nate made that explicitly clear and yeah Nate outweighed him by like forty to fifty pounds and was taller than him, too and was generally scary when he wanted to be, but Nate wasn't scarier than Jesse.

Also, how were they supposed to start their married life together if he was kind of lying to her when they were engaged? Wasn't that bad luck or something? Whether it was or not, he wasn't going to risk it, so he sent her a quick text about Nate buying him and JT tickets to Vegas and how they would be there around six local time.

Jesse texted him a teasing taunt that said does this mean i get to crash your bachelor party? i've always wanted to go to a strip club

Tyson flushed just thinking about it. While Landy's bachelor party had gone completely off the rails, somehow, they had not ended up at a strip club and the truth was he didn't really want to go to one for his, but maybe...

“Earth to Josty. Come in Josty.” Suddenly JT's hadn was right in front of his face and he remembered where he was. O'Hare airport waiting with JT for Nate's flight from Dartmouth to land, os they could board the flight for Vegas together.

“You told Jesse, huh?” There was a knowing smile on his best friend's face. “Duh,” Tyson's tone was unapologetic. “It's bad luck to lie before you get married. It's like breaking a mirror or walking under a ladder or whatever. I'm not risking it.”

“That's such bullshit,” JT laughs, shaking his head. “You figured as soon as she saw us, she'd kick your ass eve if this was all Nate's idea. You are so whipped, man.”

“Don't call me whipped. You're just as whipped!” Tyson insists. “You told Kacey we were coming, too!”

“Because we have an open line of communication like adults. I wasn't afraid she'd kick my ass if I didn't tell her. It's a whole different thing than what happened with you and Jesse.”

“Okay, that is bullshit. An open line of communication? You communicate through memes! I've seen your text thread! Like, adults, too, really Coms? You drink out of Kacey's old Buzz Lightyear glass hwen you stay over at my Mom's and both of you drink milk straight from the carton. If anyone's the adult, it's me! I'm getting married! I'm one step away from a joint bank account and dividing my portfolio or whatever Landy talks about!”

“I can't take the two of you anywhere,” Nate sighs, piniching the bridge of his nose when he finds JT and Tyson shoving at each other and laughing after he picked up his bags. “He started it!” They said at the same time only making themselves laugh harder than they were already.

“I should've brought Landy to keep the two of you in line.” Nate grumbled as they made their way toward the gate.

“Good afternoon everyone,” A beautiful strawberry blonde in the standard flight attendant unifrom is standing at the front of the plane. Her eyes are a warm shade of glittering hazel and her smile is blinding but genuine. “My name is Kylie and I'll be your head flight attendant on our flight from beautiful Chicago, Illinois to exciting Las Vegas, Nevada. Please be seated while I perform the in-flight demonstration and we'll begin serving drinks and food once we take off in about twenty minutes.”

Before the call to switch to airplane mode comes over the speakers, Nate sees a text from Morgan come through.

[Red] you have some explaining to do, nate

The disappointment behind her text is obvious and Nate knows he can't blame JT and Tyson for this, but it doesn't stop him from glaring at his friends and saying, “You two really couldn't keep your mouths shut?”

JT's not about to fight with one of his Alternates but Nate is also the guy who's dating his younger sister, and right now he isn't one of his Alternates, he's the guy who's dating his sister.

“This was your idea,” He reminds him, keeping his voice cool. “We're,” He points to himself and Tyson. “On this plane because EJ got under your skin. Don't forget that, Nate. If Morgan's mad or disappointed, you have to deal with that. Don't take it out on me and Tys.”

Nate knows JT is right. He can feel the tips of his ears go red from being sheepish. He should be better than this.

“Sorry, man. You're right.” He admits and JT nods. “Of course I am.” He says smugly and Nate rolls his eyes, pulling out his eye mask from his carry on bag. He pays for the in-flight WI-Fi and turns on the meditation app Morgan found for him and he lets his mind and body relax before they land.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

With everyone settled and the food and drinks taken care of, Kylie is in the galley laughing at the younger flight attendants giggling over their phones. She checks her messages, breathing the familiar sigh of relief when she finds texts from her son and daughter. Marcus was a sophomore at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville on a lacrosse scholarship while Bethany was taking a gap year and backpacking through Europe with her two best friends. Next year she was going to UC Irvine to study astronomy.

She couldn't help but think her babies had grown up too dam fast.

Being a single mom hadn't been easy, but the three of them had made it through after her marriage with their dad had fallen a part.

“Oh my God Kylie,” Julie was twenty two and pettie with dark black hair and stunning green eyes. “The rich guy in first class was totally checking you out.”

“The silver fox?” Brandy, who had golden blonde hair and had recenlty gotten married was twenty seven as of last May, was the other flight attendant with them and her curiosity was piqued. Julie nodded eagerly, practically licking her lips while Kylie laughed and said, “Settle down now. We're not doing that. This is my job. I'm here to work. Not hook up or whatever you kids call it these days.”

“Is it because you finally gave your number to that super hot hockey player who's always flirting with you?” Julie's tone was hopeful. “The one who doesn't have his three front teeth? And is, like, ginormous? He's got the pretty blue eyes and the dimples, too, right?” Brandy questions. “Yes,” Julie practically gushes, clutching her chest as she swoons while Kylie sighs as she shakes her head.

“You two need to stop it. He is way too young for me. Now get back out there with your carts. We're on the clock and we are not being paid to gossip about something that is never going to happen.”

Erik Johnson, the ginormous hockey player with the pretty blue eyes and missing three fron teeth, was a frequent flier on this specific airline when he wasn't traveling professionally with the Avalanche. He was everything Brandy described and so much more. From the boyish flop of his unstyled blonde hair ot the ever present mischievous glint in his cornflower blue eyes to the way every shirt – button down, polo, sweater (if there was a chill) or t-shirt – stretched snugly over his obviously very firm chest to his flirtatious nature, he was hard to resist.

But Kylie had two college age children and he was in his thirties. Also, given their careers they would hardly ever be in the same place.

Not to mention his teammates could pass for any of Marcus's friends and she did not want to think about team events and games where she would be surrounded by women who were barely older than her own daughter.

Looking never hurt and it was hard not to enjoy the flirting. It was nice to know a man like Erik found her attractive.

Laughing to herself, Kylie put on an easy smile as she went back out to the cabin to see if the passengers needed anything.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In California, EJ couldn't help but think of a certain gorgeous strawberry blonde flight attendant.

At first he thought Kylie's apprehension had to do with the missing teeth. Even though plenty of women told him they thought he looked better without his fakes, some were unsettled at first.

Especially if they didn't know he played hockey.

But he learned quickly it had more to do with his age. Being one of the older players on the team he never gave his age much thought when it came to dating. He generally wouldn't date a woman who was in her early twenties, but dating someone older had never crossed his mind until he met Kylie on a flight to Del Mar race track in Pasenda a year and a half ago. And honestly he didn't see anything wrong with dating a woman in her forties.

He knew she was at least 45 or 46, but that didn't really mean anything. Age was just a number after all.

Laying out by his pool surrounded by his pack, the affectionate name he gave his four dogs, he couldn't stop his mind from staying on Kylie.

It had been a long time since he had spent so much time thinking of just one woman. He wasn't ashamed of his bachelor status. There wasn't much he was ashamed of, really. The whole shebang of a wife, kids and a white pickett fence wasn't where he wanted to be. He liked living his life; going to Del Mar on a whim, maybe Hawaii, slipping his number to a pretty girl at a bar etc.

Fucking Landy he curses to himself.

The “don't you get lonely” talk was coming on stronger and stronger from his best friend. While EJ took pleasure in getting under Nate's skin (it was just too easy), Gabe was a whole different animal. He would get all concerned and go into full helpful Disney Prince mode with those big stupid crystal blue eyes of his and his big ass forehead would wrinkle in a way that was, somehow, still handsome and EJ hated it because it always worked and next thing he knew, he was spilling his guts.

As he began to scroll through Instagram, his phone pinged. Julie was a flight attendant Kylie always worked with. Way too young for him but pretty in an objective way and she was funny, too. They would text back and forth and if he ended up on a flight it was quite the coincidence.

Apparently she, Brandy and Kylie were laying over in Vegas before flying to Denver. He didn't need to be back in Denver for a few more weeks to start seriously training buuuuuuut Kylie didn't need to know that.

And Vegas was nice this time of year.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

How the girls were drunk already Nate didn't know.

They squealed when they saw them in the lobby at Aria and smelled pretty like they always did but the alcohol was still obvious.

If Morgan wasn't drunk she wouldn't have launched herself at him and started kissing him everywhere. She would've been mad, which is what he expected. Steadying her in his arms, she hiccuped and said, sincerely, “I missed you, Natey. You shouldn't be here, but I'm so happy you are.”

Nate couldn't stop himself from smiling. He had seen Morgan this drunk once. At the Dustin Lynch concert they all went to after winning The Cup last year. She was very clingy, basically, plastered to his back the entire night, her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her freckles, somehow, stood out more like the copper and gold of her hazel eyes and her skin was flushed the warmest shade of pink and she couldn't stop laughing.

He loved everything about her, but seeing her like this was so rare he belived he liked this Morgan best of all. Then she'd go and something else and that Morgan would become his favorite and so on and so on.

“I missed you, too,” He finally said and she beams back at him and he wonders how he lived so long without her.

“Ugh,” JT groans bringing Nate back into the scene and there's Tyson and Jesse kissing like he just got back from war. Kacey laughs from inside JT's arms that are wrapped around her slim frame and teases her boyfriend, saying, “What, you don't like watching Tys try to see if his tongue can find Jesse's tonsils?”

“I need a drink,” The eldest Compher sighs with a resigning shake of his head. That breaks Tyson and Jesse apart and she giggles, “More drinks! Yes! Tha's what we need! You're so smart Joey!”

More drinks is defintely not what they need but Nate knows stopping them is pointless.

After checking into the suite the girls rented, they're piling out of Aria's front doors and onto Las Vegas Boulevard and none of them have a clue what the hot, sticky Vegas summer night will bring.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Layovers weren't something Kylie looked forward to. Though it was nice to not have to jump back onto another flight after only an hour or so after the passengers had departed and the plane was cleaned.

She let Julie and Brandy run off to cruise The Strip. They were responisble enough not to get into too much trouble with Brandy being married now, but oh to be young again she thought with a wry smile as he let herself indulge in a glass of crisp Pinot Grigio.

As she sipped at the wonderful taste of her favorite wine, an all too familiar voice reached her ears amongst the sounds of the dealers, slots and music thumping through the casino's speakers.

“Now, what's a pretty lady like yourself doing in a place like this all by your lonesome?”

A shiver only Erik could inspire races up her spine and Kylie's breath catches at the sight of the handsome, bulit hockey player. His hair's soft, falling just so across his forehead, those cornflower blue eyes twinkle with mischief and the promise of a good time. His dimples make her knees weak and if she wasn't sitting the sight of his unbuttoned pink linen shirt would have had them buckling underneath her. The sleeves are rolled up, of course, to reveal the tan skin of his thick vein covered forearms. His cologne is crisp and woodsy, a deep warm smell that makes her want to bury her face in his neck to breathe it in even deeper.

Taking another sip of her wine, she can't help the smile that crosses her lips. “You just happened to be in the neighborhood or something?”

Erik's eyes move shamelessly over her figure, leaving nothing but heat in their wake and Kylie is going to need something stronger than white wine if she's going to keep him at arm's length like she should.

He leans in, his lips hovering just above her ear, his breath warm as he says, his voice low and husky, making heat pool in her belly, “Something like that.”

“Erik...” She sighs, shaking her head, but there's a fondness in her tone, sparking hope for the Minnesotan. “I'm not getting down on one knee,” Erik laughs covering her her slender hand with his larger one. “A drink is hardly a proposal.”

“You flew all the way to Vegas from your house in California because Julie told you we had a layover here. I am a divorced mother of two grown children. One is in college and the other will be starting college next year. I do not have time for games.”

“That's fine because who said I was playing games? A flight from LA to Vegas is nothing. It's barely two hours. One drink and one dance won't hurt.”

The thought of feeling Erik's hard body pressed against her, his strong hands holding her hips as they swayed is almost too much to bear. He's far too good to be true. A handsome thirty something athlete interested in her, making her feel things she hasn't felt in so long, having the walls she built up starting to crumble, she almost doesn't know what to do.

Eyeing him critcally, Kylie huffs and holds up her index finger. “One dance and one drink, and that's it. Don't try to charm your way into antoher drink and another dance. It won't work.”

“We'll see.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

i know your motives and you know mine

the ones that love me, i tend to leave behind

if you know about me and choose to stay

then take this pleasure and take it with the pain

“love me harder” - by ariana grande and the weekend

Alcohol makes things increasingly clearer for Nate.

The three beers plus the copious amount of shots at Drais` in the Cosmo help confirm what he's known since he met Morgan, he can't live without her.

He thinks the DJ is playing that one song between Ariana Grande and The Weekend, but it's hard to be sure when all he's thinking about is Morgan.

She's pressed right up against him, moving her hips to the beat of the song and dancing has never been his forte, but she's always been able to pull him onto the floor without much protest from him. Even before they were together she could get him to dance.

He can feel her hips through the silk of the tiny slip dress she's wearing. It's burgundy and brings out the different shades of carmel and copper in her hazel eyes. One of the straps has fallen off her shoulder, the thin stripped is wrapped around her bicep and he can see the cluster of freckles he memorized after their first night together. Her red hair frames her face perfectly, her cheeks are flushed prettily from the alcohol and the dancing, her alabaster skin the color of a perfectly ripe peach now.

She stops grinding against him and he lets out a strangled groan, because, why??????

Then she drapes her arms around his neck, the chunky heels of her shoes bring her closer to his height and she rests her head on his shoulder and this he can do, sway and hold her close so he can smell the coconut of her shampoo and the peonies of her perfume.

She murmurs the lyrics to the song, “Cause if you want to keep me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got to love me harder. And if you really need me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, go to love me harder.”

Sober nate would not do this. Sober Nate would be mortified. But Nate is not sober.

Nate has had three beers and who knows how many shots because the bartender saw Jesse's Bachelorette sash and crown thing and they wouldn't stop pouring Fireball? Jager? Crown? Nate can't honestly remember. What he does remember is hearing Morgan giggle and seeing her look at him, happy and dopey expression on her beautiful face as she draped herself all over him, which meant he was knocking back the shots as fast as he could.

So again, sober Nate would not do this, but Nate – to reiterate – was not sober.

“Morgan Marie Compher,” He says with all the conviction he can muster as they continue to sway. “I wanna marry you.”

“Natey...” Her voice is soft and hopeful as she touches his cheek. She bites her lip and Nate groans, it's so hot. “You really do?” She looks at him through her velvet lashes and he answers her. “Hell yeah, I really do.”

And that's how they find themselves her; The Little White Wedding Chapel.

Morgan squealed and launched herself at him, Nate somehow having retained enough of his quick reflexes to catch her slim frame. How they broke apart from their steamy makeout, their hands nearly tearing at their clothes, to find JT, Kacey, Jesse and Tyson they don't know.

They don't know how they got to The Little White Wedding Chapel, really. But they're there standing in front of an Elvis impersonator, JT and Tyson standing next to Nate and Jesse and Kacey next to Morgan.

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here to join...” Elvis begins and Jesse hiccups and slurs, “Waaaaaait, a second! Mo Mo doesn't have a veil. She needs a veil.”

“Uh-huh,” Kacey agrees nodding eagearly. “Pause,” She hiccups, making the sign for timeout. The girls run off to the bridal shop in the chapel, giggling and stumbling as they grab Morgan and pull her along with them. When they come back five minutes later, Nate's breath catches.

His heart skips a beat and he breathes out, “Wow,” sounding mesmerized as Morgan walks toward him again, this time a soft tulle veil covering her face. It's fastened to a sparkling tiara and even in her burgundy slip dress and chunky heels, an outfit made for clubbing, she looks like a princess.

To Morgan as she stands across from Nate in his tight ftting black polo and matching slacks while the silver Tag Huer watch she got him on his birthday last year gleams on his right wrist, he looks like Prince Charming to her. He looks like the man she's been waiting for her whole life.

Elvis starts again. “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here to watch this hunk-a-hunk of burnin' love join this little mama in holy matrimony...”

“I do,” Nate murmurs, feeling more certain of this – being with Morgan forever – than he has about anything.

“With the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Nate lifts Morgan's veil and kisses her with all the tenderness and love he ever has. JT and Tyson whistle while Kacey and Jesse yell, “Get it, girl!”

The six of them pour out of the chapel under a flurry of rice and rose petals, laughing and hollering as Nate and Morgan kiss again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

but you're just so cool

run your hands through your hair

absent mindedly makin' me want you

and i don't know how it gets better than this

you take my hand and drag me head first

fearless

and i don't know why

but with you i'd dance in a storm

in my best dress

fearless

“fearless” - by taylor swift (taylor's version)

“I don't want to get married, Joseph,” Kacey says softly and JT blinks, his brain is workign overtime between all the shots and the beer and the champagne they all shared after Nate and Morgan's impromptu wedding. “Okay,” He manages, staring at his girlfriend curiously.

They're walking around Las Vegas Boulevard, not having a particular destination in mind and they let the others walk up ahead.

Kacey had caught him completely by surprise. He never expected to find himself falling for her while Tyson and Nate were falling for his sisters. One day she was Tyson's baby sister who teased and then suddenly she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

She was Jost, then she became Kacey and after that he was calling her Kace and then she had a drawer full of clothes at his place and he was calling her baby before he could blink.

Marriage was a long way away. She was finishing up her degree and he knew how important that was, that she graduate and have a job lined up before she moved to Denver. He admired that about her, how she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it.

“I love you,” Her soft voice brings him back and he smiles down at her. “Me too, Kace,” He assures, brushing back a loose curl from her untamed tangle of curls he loves to run his fingers through. “Wanna show you how much I do, JT,” She murmurs into his chest.

He laughs and kisses the crown of her head and a neon sign catches his eye. He's just drunk enough to have the courage to do this. If he were sober, he wouldn't even think of doing this.

He tilts her chin upwards and bends, and they kiss softly, their tongues meeting and after breaking apart, he's pulling her toward the purple neon sighn that says Hart and Huntington Tattoo Company.

Kacey giggles as she unbuttons her tight pleather pants and the tattoo artist eyes her suspcioulsy as she lays down, revealing the skin of her slim hip. She's more or less tipsy now. It's been hours since the margirtas and the endless shots and the two swigs of champagne.

“I'm basically sober. Scout's honor.” Her Girl Guide's salute is clumsy and does not inspire confidence in the severe looking tatted up raven haired female tattoo artist. “I love him,” The young Canadian says, her soft tone radiating honesty and the older woman's blood red lips twitch.

In her green eyes, however, is understanding. “The letters JT with the number 37 hanging from the end of the J, yeah?”

Kacey knows the smile on her face is dreamy as she meets JT's familiar chocolate gaze across from hers and she answers, “Yes,”

While her hip is being tattooed, JT's tight fitting shirt has been discarded revealing his toned chest and six pack. Across his right pec her name and number for volleyball are being inked into his skin. He wrote her name down, so the tattoist could mimic his own handwriting and at the end of the “y” in her name he added, the number 10.

Most tattoo artists tried to talk couples out of doing stuff like this. Especially if they weren't married or they were far from sober. But the husband and wife who were tattooing the young couple that had stumbled in, had a feeling they were the real deal.

“That's forever, baby,” Jenny mused as her husband Ronnie wrapped his burly arm around wher waist as JT and Kacey left the shop, hand in hand, matching besotted smiles on their faces. “Fuck yeah it is,” Ronnie's gruff voice agreed.

i'm not usually this way but

you pull me in and i'm a little more free

it's the first kiss, i'ts falwless, it's really something, it's

fearless

oh, yeah

cause i don't know how it gets better than this

you take my hand and drag me head first

fearless

and i don't know why

but with you i'd dance in a storm

in my best dress

fearless

“fearless” by taylor swift (taylor's version)

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and i know that it must be the woman in you

that brings out the man in me

i know that i can't help myself

you're all that my eyes can see

“feels like the first time” - by foreigner

What in the world have I got myself into Kylie thinks as she and Erik sway to the familiar guitar and keyboards to the classic Foreigner song “Feels Like The First Time.” It may have been only one drink, but it's been several dances to several songs.

Her hips fit perfectly inside his large, broad plams and the crown of her strawberry blonde hair slides right under his chin. Her body fits against his like they're two pieces of a puzzle.

This is too much and she shouldn't dare, but before her rational side can take hold,; she lets him tilt her head toward his and lets his lips draw hers into a kiss.

It's been too long since she's felt like this; completely overwhelmed by someone.

Erik can't remember the last time he's wanted to kiss someone so badly. The chase had always been the best part of the song and dance. He had never really wanted to catch someone until Kylie. Not because she was resisting his advances, but because he wanted to have her in his life, to share more than just his bed for a night or two.

The need to breathe is a curse because all he wants to do is keep kissing her. Their tongues met softly and they break apart, her slender hand clutching at his linen shirt while his large hand is firmly gripping her right ass cheek, keeping her pressed against him as they catch their breath.

“This is so very bad,” Kylie laughs in disbelief.

There are so many reasons why. Number one is being how she's three years shy of being fifty and as she triest to back out of his grip, he tightens his hold. “No way,” His voice is low and deep, making her knees buckle. “You're not running away after kissing me like that,”

“Erik,” She pleads for him to understand this will never work or for him to convince her that it will, she's not sure what she wants more.

“Here's the problem,” Erik murmurs, his other hand tracing the slim curves of her left side before he brings that hand to cup her beautifully formed high cheekbone, so it's impossible to look away from him. “It's been so long since anyone's told you how beautiful you are, how funny. So long since anyone's wanted you, which is a damn shame,” Every velvet word makes Kylie shudder and through the silk of her blouse she can feel her nipples peaking and God he's going to be the death of her.

“Which means all you can think to do is run. Well, I'm telling you that you're beautiful and you're funny and that I want you,” His nose moves up and down the curve of her neck, breathing her in before his stunning cornflower eyes bore into her cinnamon drenched hazel with such honesty and want, she has no choice but to believe him. 'I'll be on the fight back to Denver and you can decide to stop fighting this and take a chance or you can let me down easy. It's up to you, but trust me when I say, Kylie, you're beautiful and you're funny and I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.”

The kiss he leaves her with is as soft and tender as it is passionate.

She brings her fingers to her lips, watching Erik go and she knows no man has ever made her feel like this.

Erik is offering her everything. She just has to step up and take it.

and it feels like the first time

like it never did before

feels like the first time

like we've opened up the door

feels like the first time

like it never will again, never again

“feels like the first time” - by foreigner

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maybe i've just gotta wait

maybe this is a mistake

i'm a fool yeah

maybe i'm just a fool yeah (oh, oh)

girl what would you do, would you wanna

stay

if i were to stay

“last first kiss” - by one direction

This is not, objectively speaking, something “grown ups” who are engaged would do; have four large supreme pizzas, a sick pack of beer and an assortment of candy inside a blanket fort while they're in their underwear, but Tyson and Jesse aren't really concerned about the perception of being grown ups, they're too busy being so in love they can't even see straight.

The deep evergreen lace of her bralette and cheeky underwear against her warm alabaster skin makes Tyson's blood grow hot and thick in his veins.

While Jesse can't stop thinking about how his black boxer briefs hug his thighs.

They both laugh and snort, unaware of the door to the suite opening and how JT and Kacey are stumbling inside. Or it could be Nate and Morgan. It honestly doesn't matter. What matters is they're here together, inside their blanket fort and Jesse has the 3.5 karart diamond ring on her finger.

“Awww man,” Tyson groans, making Jesse blink as she looks at him curiously while he pouts. “Morgan and Nate got married tonight. We're engaged. Elivs was supposed to marry us. They aren't engaged. That's not how it works.”

Jesse giggles and shakes her head as she crawls toward him to sit in his lap. Her amrs wind around his neck and she presses her forhead against his, lovesick smile on her pretty face. “I don't want Elvis to marry us, Tyson,” Her voice is soft and warm, making his heart skip a beat like always. “I want a whole wedding with everyone there. I want my Dad and Joey to walk me down the aisle, to give me away. I want to wear a pretty dress and you to wear a suit.”

Tyson swallows thickly. It's so easy to imagine Jesse on a summer day in a simple white dress with a short veil and Bob – please, tyson i think you can call me bob now and not mr compher – and JT on either side of her walking toward him. Kacey and his Mom are standing with him along with Fab and Barzy and he can't breathe.

Her smile is blinding just like it is right now with only the light from the glittering hotels on the Strip filtering through the sheets of their blanket fort.

He slips her engagement ring off of her finger and she yelps, “Hey!” but he silences her with a heated kiss before she can say anything else. Their tongues tangle together sweetly, her fingers sinking into his curls as his other hand, that's not holding her ring slides up and down her back until they break apart, their lungs burning with the need to breathe.

“Give that back,” Jesse laughs, shoving at his toned chest. “My super hot fiance gave it to me.”

Tyson laughs, loud and unabashed, like always. Flicking an olive from one of the pizzas, Jesse laughs and retaliates by flicking a pepperoni at him. A mini food fight breaks out, Tyson able to catch most of the toppings she flicks at him inside his mouth. They settle and he takes a deep breath, staring deeply inot the familiar warmth of Jesse's soft brown eyes.

He grabs for her hand like he did at the cabin last Christmas and her heart pounds like it did on that crisp winter day. “Tys,” Shaky and soft, falls off her lips and he kisses her quickly before taking another deep breath.

“We're gonna get married just like you want. You're going to wear a pretty dress and I'll wear a suit and your Dad and JT are going to give you away, but I want to promise you stuff right now. Say vows or whatever,” He waves his hand and she nods, feeling her eyes getting misty. “You're my best friend, J. Life is crazy and you never know what's goin g to happen the next day, the next minute or hour, but I know if you're there, it's going to be okay. I know it's not always going to be easy. I don't know a lot, like, having life insurance or buying a house, but I know there's no one else I want to learn all that stuff with execpt you. But what I do know is life will be the most fun because it's with you. I promise, Jesse Chloe Compher, that I will love you forever even if you steal the last of the ketchup chips, forget to buy milk and still can't cook. I promise I will take care of you and won't let you get behind on Grey's Anatomy and I won't watch ahead of you on Ginny and Georgia. I want to be your last first kiss. Will you be mine?”

Jesse can't stop the smile from crossing her face. Seh can't believe she gets to spend the rest of her life with the incredibly sweet and funny and cute boy that's in front of her. He slips her ring back onto her finger and she takes a deep breath, glancing at the diamond before meeting his beautiful, big chocolate eyes.

“Tys, I promise to love you forever. I won't ever let you get down on yourself after a bad game. I will always be your biggest fan, through the ups and the downs. No matter where hockey takes you, I'll be right by your side ready to cheer you on. I can't wait to see you grow and become the best version of yourself on and off the ice. I know you'll never let me down, that if I need you, you'll be there giving me all the support and strength. We can do anything together, so bring on buying a house and figuring out life insurance. I promise,” She laughs, touching his face before leaning into kiss him quickly. “To always make you smile and laugh, to never let you stay sad for too long. I promise to learn how to make Laura's famous Nanaimo bars so you'll always have a tatse of home around. I promise to wear something cute to bed every night. Yes, Tyson Jost, I will be your last first kiss.”

The next kiss they share is longer and as passionate as ever.

When Tyson lays Jesse down amongst all the pillows and blankets, she couldn't say, but all she knows is the warmth of his body against hers. Seh arches against him and he fumbles slightly with the front clasp of her baralette and then his lips are on her skin, making her thighs rub together as his tongue circles one of her nipples. He's so good at this she wonders how she lived so long without him.

They're a tangle of limbs; panting and sweaty, their skin sticking together after they both reach their highs, foreheads pressed together and dopey smiles on their faces.

“We're married now,” Tyson says huskily and Jesse giggles. “Yeah, we are. I'm Mrs. Tyson Jost,” She murmurs. “I'm Mr. Jesse Compher.”

And that's how they fall asleep in the blanket fort in the middle of the sprawling and expensive suite at the Aria hotel. Still a little drunk but as in love as they ever have been.

i wanna be last, yeah

baby, let me be your, let me be your last first

kiss

i wanna be first, yeah

wanna be the first to take it all the way like this

“last first kiss” - by one direction

soundtrack “viva las vegas,” bruce springsteen, “feels like the first time” foreigner “love me harder” ariana grande and the weekend and “fearless” (taylor's version) taylor swift

#nathan mackinnon #erik johnson #tyson jost #jt compher #colorado avalanche #hockey rpf #fanficton

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— 🎬 just announced, GABRIELLE " GABY " CALLOWAY is casted as aria montgomery in upcoming pretty little liars reboot. the twenty four year old is trending as people are debating if the perfectly timed eyeroll, patron filled shot glasses, the deafening sound of designer heels making contact with marble floors, champagne for breakfast, staring through someone that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them loyal, but internet trolls think they’re more aloof. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about how she purposely misses calls from people will let people to know them better.

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full name : gabrielle calloway nicknames : gaby birthdate / zodiac / pronouns : somewhere in november during scorpio season / she/her sexual orientation : heterosexual occupation : actress / singer vc claims : tinashe (music) & a bit of gabriele union & zendaya (acting) faceclaim: ryan destiny muse inspo : kathryn merteuil ( cruel intentions ) brenda walsh ( beverly hills 90210 ) , regina george ( mean girls ) , prudence blackwood ( chilling adventures of sabrina ) , courtney shayne ( jawbreaker ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ) , maddy perez ( euphoria ) , samantha jones ( sex and the city )

#2000s.intro #queen has arrived !!! :D

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TIMING: Mid-late August LOCATION: The Commons PARTIES: @longislandcharm and @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: It was such a nice morning that two lovely young ladies decide to enjoy their time outside at the commons. It takes no time for secrets to spill. Oops. CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of accidental death

A Latte to Love was busy that day, busier than Winter had been expecting, and she had a strong desire to turn right around when she walked through the door. But the pull of her coveted mocha latte was too much for the medium to ignore so she trudged through the crowd to grab said drink before she made her way out of there. Too many people were trying to test her patience. Instead, she made her way towards some place called the Common that was also littered with people but at least she could keep her distance in one of the many gazebos strewn about the place.

It was in one of those structures that she found a familiar face. A blonde was sitting alone in one of them and her mind immediately went back to the slumber party at Mack’s. She’d been there, Winter knew that much, but she couldn’t quite recall what had happened to her that night. It was all a blur really up until she went to talk to Mack after everyone had left. Moving to take a seat, she gave the blonde a nod of her head. “Aria right?”

As she paused, she took a sip of the latte in her hand trying to wake herself up. She’d been up through the night reading everything she could get her hands on, only falling asleep with her head on the desk provided in her room when her tired eyes just couldn’t stay open anymore. Now she was paying for it for sure but maybe the company she now had would be able to keep her awake without annoying her too much. “That was some party the other night, huh?”

She didn’t spend all her free time in A Latte to Love. Still, Ariadne certainly did come by more often than she ever had before she and Wynne had been… official.

Which was fine, and it wasn’t like anybody really looked twice because she wasn’t someone who stood out, and she was a college student (so going to a café made sense), and she could always pull out the ‘I’m the barista’s girlfriend’ card, if need be. So far though, she hadn’t had to do that. Which was also probably good, because she’d feel some sort of guilt for pulling that card, even as much as she loved to advertise the fact that she was Wynne’s girlfriend.

Today, she’d gotten an iced tea to go, and had decided to sit outside on the Common, a book of Mesopotamian art opened in front of her. She looked up as she heard someone sit next to her. “I - uh. Yeah. You’re… Winter?” The other’s name had been distinct enough that she recalled it (or at least she hoped she did) without too much trouble. “It was, yes. I’ve never really been to many parties, but I thought it seemed good?” She shut her book. “Though I guess I sort of checked out part way through the night.”

“Winter is correct.” It seemed the people at this party paid more attention to her than she’d thought with the zombie falling off the balcony and all. “You thought it seemed good?” She paused, her drink halfway to her lips but forgotten with this comment. Winter’s eyebrows furrowed while she lowered the coffee in her hand. “I guess if you like a terrifying time then it was right up your alley. I just didn’t get that vibe from you.” In truth, even now, Aria seemed a little...skittish? Was that the word she was reaching for? Either way, she didn’t seem like the kind of person who enjoyed being frightened to death.

She probably shouldn’t have been talking about this out in the open but Aria had been there, it wasn’t like she hadn’t witnessed all of it. Besides, all of the other people littered around the park were out of earshot of the two of them which was a good thing considering what came out of Winter’s mouth next. “Checked out? Were we at the same party? How do you zone out when someone falls off a balcony and then miraculously comes back to life and tries to eat people? Especially when that person is Mack Ross?”

She threw a look towards the blonde, a little taken aback by the fact that she wasn’t as freaked out about this night as the rest had been, Winter more than most. “Have you been around zombies before or something?”

“I don’t like terrifying!” Ariadne practically squeaked. “Not a fan. Scary movies? Not my jam. Why –” her hands shook for a moment, and she pressed them against her thighs firmly to try and get them to stop. “I just – it was like, nice and stuff, and I got to go there with my partner, so…”

She practically choked on her tea at the other’s next comment. “What?” What had happened? “I – no, my – Wynne – Wynne and I, we went off into another room, ‘cause they were feeling a bit tired, and so that’s what I meant by – who – how – what?” Was this some sort of joke? Some sort of not-so-nice-but-somebody-thought-it-funny joke? Ariadne didn’t know, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I promise I wouldn’t zone out if somebody got hurt, I just didn’t see it. I have not been around zombies before. Unless like, halloween and stuff with makeup. What?”

Oh shit. Wait, no, she hadn’t just outed Mack like that, had she? This girl was at the party! SHe should have seen what hap- oh. “Another room? Oh my god…you guys were in another room…” How had Winter not remembered that the blonde was one half of the couple that had been locked away during the whole debacle? The whole night had been a blur in her mind but was she really so dense that she’d forgotten that little detail?

Then again, could anyone blame her for it either? So much had happened and Winter had been terrified, adrenaline rushing through her body while others around her were freaking out as well. Winter pursed her lips while she gripped the coffee in her hands, afraid that the cup was going to break under the weight of it. “Okay, um…you can’t tell anybody what I just told you. Nobody that wasn’t there was supposed to know. I mean, you were there, but I thought you had witnessed it, I swear.”

Not only was Winter worried about Mack hating her for this but that stupid promise she had made was in question now. What if that one girl had been fae? Did that mean Winter had consequences coming to her? The damage was done no matter what though and seeing the tears in the other’s eyes she sighed softly as she pushed aside her own fears. Turns out the other girl was skittish. “Nobody was hurt. I mean, Mack was but she’s completely okay now. It was just a very intense moment for us but no need to cry.”

“I, uh, yeah.” Which would have made her cheeks flush if such a thing were possible, not because of any shame, but more because people having actively noticed her and Wynne wandering off to go off into a room made her feel a bit odd at the thought of attention. But it felt good, too, but then again, Ariadne knew that anything to do with Wynne felt good.

“I won’t.” Her lips trembled, “I wouldn’t do that.” Except didn’t Wynne deserve to know? But Ariadne would think about that another time. Another time that turned very quickly into now with, “but maybe you should tell Wynne, ‘cause it’s not fair if everybody but them knows. But it’s – it’s up to you, sorry to suggest that I – I don’t mean to tell you what to do.” She picked at her nails briefly, not enough to do anything, but just to have something to do while she talked.

While she felt an intense amount of shame and while she had to try and figure out how to not completely and totally freak out.

Which she wasn’t doing a great job of so far. Ariadne looked back over to Winter, “it’s – okay. But she was – how? How is she – what?” She kept her voice low, but she couldn’t help but register a noticeable change in her pitch, still. “Sorry. I – I won’t cry.” Or she’d try not to, at least.

“I actually think that’s up to Mack, not me. I shouldn’t have even told you.” Maybe it wasn’t fair that the other person didn’t know what happened now that Aria did but that really wasn’t a concern for Winter. No, the only thing running through her mind was the promise she’d made to her best friend and how she had just broken it because she couldn’t think for five seconds. It was a lesson learned: never talk about the slumber party again unless Mack brings it up. “She should get the choice that I just took away from her.”

She couldn’t quite understand what Aria was trying to ask but Winter had already given her enough to break her promise so there wasn’t much point in keeping her in the dark of the whole story. Especially when Aria looked like she was barely holding herself together. “Things got stupid while playing Never Have I Ever and some people wanted to go down the staircase on a mattress like in the Princess Diaries. Mack was trying to help get the mattress in place at the top of the stairs and she was knocked over the railing.”

Winter stopped herself, the images of that night coming back to her as she thought about what happened next. She’d never been more terrified in her life, even when her ghost friend had appeared out of nowhere. It wasn’t something she liked reliving that was becoming quite clear. “She came back though.” And tried to eat everyone in the process. “That’s what matters.”

“You – I – okay.” Her words came out fragmented. Ariadne didn’t want to lie to Wynne ever, but this very obviously wasn’t her sort of thing to share, but if everyone else knew, then it seemed cruel to leave Wynne out of it. “You didn’t mean to take it away, I - I’m sorry I made you.” She didn’t especially want any more of her pastry or her drink, any hunger she had turned instead to worry.

Kind as she was, even if she was (understandably) annoyed with Ariadne, Winter went on to give more of an explanation. “To be fair, that scene is one of the coolest in the movies. I’ve just never been anywhere that had a staircase big enough to even think about doing something like that.” Mack was an actor though, and a famous one, apparently, so it made sense that she’d be able to have a staircase like one that Mia had when she was formally a princess.

“I’m glad she came… back. Came back. Yeah.” The idea of zombies (or anything remotely supernatural) still caused Ariadne a great deal of confusion, but she was also dead and had come back and even though she didn’t want to out herself to Winter, she figured that trying extra hard to make things make sense was the least she owed her – and Mack, for that matter.

“You didn’t make me, Aria.” She was side eyeing the girl now, wondering why on earth she had even thought such a thing. It had been a mistake on Winter’s part, not hers and most people would have been quick to point that out, not take the blame themselves. She tapped a finger against the side of her coffee cup as she shook her head, mad at herself for letting out Mack’s secret. If this got back to her, which she was sure it would, her best friend wouldn’t be thrilled at all and she couldn’t blame her for it. “It just…happened. I assumed you were in the room when you weren’t so this isn’t on you at all.”

She was quiet as Aria spoke, knowing that she would never be able to see that scene in the same light again. It would always remind her of that night and what happened. How fucking stupid was it that Winter was going to be triggered by a stupid scene in the Princess Diaries now? “Well, I’m guessing Mack’s staircase wasn’t big enough either. We…should have thought of that but we’d been drinking and we’re all idiots apparently.”

Looking at the blonde, Winter nodded at the sentiment. She was glad that her friend wasn’t actually gone from this world too but being dead wasn’t exactly a fun way to live either judging off what Mack had to eat alone. “I didn’t…mean to ruin your day. You looked like you were on the verge of tears so…yea, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Okay. Okay, fine, if you say so, then I guess it’s true. It has to be, yeah?” Ariadne still wanted to panic, but that wouldn’t look cool in front of someone like Winter, who was pretty much one of the definitions of coolest cool. Because she was from, like, LA or something, and being from a big city automatically made you cool. Or at least that was what Ariadne figured. She wasn’t the most of an expert on that in any way, shape, or form, but she still believed that.

In the very least, it meant that Winter knew more stuff than Ariadne did, but that didn’t necessarily take too much to do. “Nobody’s an idiot. It – I – sorry.” She knew she shouldn’t keep saying sorry, but right now, she couldn’t help it.

“You didn’t ruin it. I – that’s selfish of me to make this about me, anyhow. Like, way selfish. Super selfish.” Ariadne sighed. “I’ll be fine, and I won’t tell Wynne unless you or Mack says I can, alright? I promise.” Though the idea of keeping yet another secret from Wynne made her stomach twist into knots. “And I won’t like, do anything mean to Mack ‘cause of it. I wouldn’t ever.”

“Right, that’s exactly right.” Winter nodded at the blonde, knowing deep down that there was no truth to that statement at all. Nothing had to be true just because she said so but she wasn’t going to break that charade if the other wanted to believe so. She would never speak against herself that way and it seemed to be calming Aria down more.

Everything about this girl seemed to be the exact opposite of Winter. Where she would try to blame others for the shortcomings of life and how things played out, Aria was trying to blame herself. Where she would have done everything she could to show as little reaction as possible to the news, Aria was a little bit of a mess. It was something that really struck Winter, showing her how pure Aria actually was. It also made her really uncomfortable. She wanted to tell Aria to suck it up, to stop blaming herself for everything, to have even an ounce of pride but she was biting her tongue. Just because the medium had a hard time showing people anything other than composure, that didn’t mean everyone else had to be the same.

“It’s not selfish, Aria. It’s a lot to process and digest. You’re allowed to have emotions, you know.” Even if the tears slightly panicked the older woman she couldn’t blame Aria for them at all. Honestly, there had been times when Winter wanted to let her own slip out but she feared she’d never stop if she allowed it to start. It took Henry shocking her out of it last time. “I appreciate you not letting the secret out. I’m sure Mack would too. I never thought you would because I’m pretty sure you don’t have a mean bone in your body but the assurance is nice.” Now things were just getting awkward. The panic in her had died down, Aria was still trying to process everything, but Winter had her assurances and she was ready to get out of this situation. “So, I’m gonna go. If you need to talk about it or anything you just give me a ring…or a message or something.” She stood, giving one last look to Aria to make sure that she wasn't leaving the girl in some sort of really distressed broken state. “Everything is going to be fine.” She nodded, trying to believe the words herself, before she made her leave. Deep down, she was certain that nothing was going to be fine.

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