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strangerquinns · 7 months

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Deadly Reunion| Chapter 19

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 3.3k+

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** warning: chapter contains smut. mdni, thank you***

“They are camped out at the old Star Court Mall,” Enzo explained while his fingers moved across the map in front of him, circling an area toward the north. “A few of them stayed back and watched as the rest of the group filtered from Redding, which is only fifteen miles northeast. Seems they were like us and looting for supplies.”

You nervously bit on your nails as you listened to the man talk, noticing the slight hint of accent the more he spoke. Russian? Maybe. The cafeteria had been turning into a headquarters ever since Hopper broke the news to the rest of the camp of his plans. The majority agreed with what he planned; a small percentage disagreed. In the last few days, more runs were being taken with the need for supplies. Smaller groups so to be discreet in case they were to come across the radical group.

“That’s a risk to take on that large of a building,” Hopper spoke, his thick brows pulled tightly together with a pensive look.

“Flayed aren’t really out that way, too far North.” Enzo spoke “Not enough…resources.”

“This group is going to draw more this way,” Steve spoke up. “They brought a pack in with them in Redding.”

“Multiple packs.” You spoke, causing a few of the heads to snap toward you. “It’s like feeding off the chaos, the thrill of picking the Flayed off one by one as they moved through.”

“These people sound like monsters.” Joyce Byers spoke from the seat to the left of Hopper.

“That would be a good description.” You nodded, your teeth biting at the nails and sore skin around them.

“I think that’s enough for today.” Hopper spoke, grabbing the mug he’d been sipping on all day, “Let’s regroup in the morning. I’m sure we all could use a break.”

One by one people began to spill out of the room, small groups of people talking amongst themselves and lingering behind. Eddie walked across the room toward you and quickly wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tightly against his side.

You leaned into him and sighed softly with your arms wrapping around him as well. The two of you just stood there for a moment in silence before Eddie pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You felt the calloused touch of his thumb against your cheek as your eyes closed gently. His touch - it was a soft relief to the worry that was clouding your brain.

“You want to get out of here?” Eddie spoke gently causing you to open your eyes slowly. His dark eyes were focused solely on you. Eddie was so close you were able to nearly count the freckles that danced across his face.

“Where would we go?” You questioned with your brows pulling together with slight confusion. “Not many places for us to go.”

“Leave base for a little bit. Not too far, but enough for us to clear our heads…have some alone time.” Eddie shrugged. “Think the both of us need it?”

“Ok,” You nodded before he stepped back and threaded his fingers with yours.

The two of you slipped out of the room quickly with the last few before leaving out of the main building. Many of the others returned to their normal work and routine. The camp was buzzing as people prepared for the colder months that were quickly approaching. It seemed every morning was colder than the last and fewer trees had leaves on them. You and Eddie stopped at his trailer for a few things before leaving out of the main gate. Your fingers brushed against the knife you kept sheathed to your waist as you quietly ventured through the woods.

The forest surrounding the Lab was quiet in a serene sort of way. But with the two of you still staying vigilant. It felt nice to be away from the noise of the Camp. Of not feeling the eyes of others on you as you moved about.

It wasn’t long till the two of you hit a residential street. Small cabins and homes are dilapidated and crumbling along a pebbled road. A few mailboxes were rusted with the faint memory of numbers and words along the sides. It was a shell of what it once was with time frozen. Cars still parked in driveways with people's items scattered across the lawns with broken glass.

“It’s a ghost town,” You spoke as you walked beside Eddie, your eyes moving from one side of the street to another.

“Yeah,” He sighed heavily “It’s weird, over time it’s like we’re not able to recognize what was anymore. Spent our entire lives in this town…and some places…just…gone.”

“You go through the town a lot?” You asked.

“Sometimes, we have to go in and clear out the Flayed that stumble out from the city, or wherever else the fuck they come from.” Eddie shrugged. “It gets harder with each trip. Seeing it all just die away.”

“Well, where are you taking me?” You asked, reaching over, and grasping his hand.

Eddie smirked slightly and gave your hand a squeeze, “You’ll see.”

He tugged on your arm slightly and pulled you down along the road a little more, the two of you picking up the pace the farther you got. When the two of you turned down another street, and you saw the white house pushed back into the woods with the boat house behind it, you quickly realized where the two of you were.

“Holy shit.” You gasped and stopped short in front of the house, Eddie laughing slightly as you stared at the moss and vine-covered home. “How the fuck…how did…”

“I was as shocked as you, sweetheart,” Eddie spoke before moving toward the front porch. “You comin’?”

You hesitated for a moment as you looked around the surrounding area, hearing the creak of the wood beneath Eddie’s feet and hesitating for a moment. A rush of memories came at you as you stared at the small home. It was like the ruin it had fallen into wasted away and instead, the version you remember was before you. Along with the sounds of heavy metal music and the heavy smell of weed.

“It going to be safe for us to be in there?” You questioned, your eyes darting toward the warped wood Eddie stood on.

“I was here not that long ago,” Eddie spoke, reaching up to move his curls from his face. “Actually, was here right before you found us.”

That was nearly over a month ago easily. It was odd to think of how much time had passed.

You crossed the front lawn and onto the porch with Eddie, crowding behind him quickly as he pulled open the front door. You didn’t miss it as Eddie grabbed his knife and slowly walked into the home. You stayed close behind as he did a quick sweep of the small home.

Reefer Rick's place was small to where you could stand at the front door and see every inch of the place. The dining room table was right to the left of the door, now knocked against the wall with the chairs. The kitchen is immediately to the left with layers of dust on every surface. The house had a thick smell of dust and something wet. Less than ten steps forward and you were in the living room. The cushion of the couch laid across the floor with a scattering of blankets and a pillow. You didn’t miss the empty beer bottles that covered the surface of the coffee table and an ashtray.

“Stay here, I’m going to search the bedroom and bathroom,” Eddie spoke, moving to take a step away from you, but stopping short as you tugged on the back of his jacket. He looked back at you with a questioning look.

“Going alone isn’t smart, ever.” You shook your head, “I’m right behind you.”

Eddie hesitated for a second, before nodding his head and continuing forward.

Eddie kept his steps short and tight with his arm raised, and knife ready if needed. You couldn’t hear anything but both of your shallow breaths as you stepped into the bedroom. It was empty. Just an unkempt bed with faded blue sheets and a dresser with the drawers ripped out and everything scattered on the floor.

“Nothing.”

The two of you did the same for the bathroom and came up empty. Eddie double checked the back entrance before the two of you relaxed.

“This place looks like someone stays here,” You spoke, setting your back down on the table by the door.

“Yeah,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “I do…well, did sometimes.”

“Alone?” You asked with wide eyes, he nodded in confirmation. “Eddie! That’s not safe.”

“I never came without protection and always let Steve of Gareth know where I was. I just…this has become my place to just get peace.”

You nervously bit on your lip before moving around and walking toward the couch and pillows sitting on the floor. You grabbed the light fainted floral printed blanket and began to place the couch back together. Eddie moved around behind you with the soft thump of his pack hitting the floor. Your eyes scanned around the wood paneling and felt the memories rushing back to the times you were in high school.

“So weird…being back here…” You laughed lightly to yourself, watching as Eddie moved to sit beside you. Resting back against the couch.

“I wanted us to have a little alone time and just away from everything, and not at the trailer.” Eddie shrugged, a little bashful, with a little red on his cheeks as he stared at you.

“Is this a date or something?” You asked with a small giggle.

Eddie reached down into the pack he’d dropped on the floor and pulled out two beer bottles, an even more coy smile on his lips. “Maybe.”

“Munson” You shook your head and took the bottle from his hand after he opened it, the bottle barely having a chill. But you already knew it was going to be a bit sour.

“Know you’ve been a little down lately, especially after everything,” Eddie spoke with a slight shrug as you took a drink, fighting back the grimace as you felt the liquid against your tongue. “And I feel like we haven’t been able to fully talk about it ever since you got back.”

You frowned and looked down at your bottle, “Talking about things isn’t really a date idea that I would’ve come up with.”

Eddie reached over and gently caressed your cheek, causing you to look toward him again. His hand moved till it caressed the back of your neck and rubbed gently. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch and close your eyes softly, whimpering at the massaging pressure against your neck.

“I don’t want you taking this the wrong way,” Eddie started “But we spoke of speaking when we got back after the run. And we sort of have, but I think seeing Nancy die did something, and we didn’t really talk to each other.”

You sighed softly and took another drink from your bottle, “Is that a bad thing? I forgave you; I didn’t think there was more to talk about.”

“No. Just don’t want that if it causes you don’t want to deal with anything after what happened in Redding.”

You closed your eyes tightly and let out a small noise of anguish, “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This, trying to…pull things out of me…make me talk about things I don’t want to talk about.”

“Because I love you,” Eddie spoke simply “And I hate seeing you hurting because it’s clear that you are. I hear your cries in your sleep. Your begging.”

You didn’t need to ask what begging, or who you were begging for. The nightmares were clear, and you knew them too well. They switched but were all the same. Memories of loss. Memories of pain.

“Nancy did trigger something.” You nodded your head “My mom, seeing that, brought it all back to the surface. And I didn’t want to talk about anything else because none of it mattered anymore. We are shown time and time again that life is short, way shorter than we think now with how the world is. We have all lost someone” You swallowed thickly. “So why waste time rehashing things that don’t matter anymore when I have you now?”

Eddie blinked a few times as he stared at you before whispering, “Fuck,” He exhaled loudly as if weight we being removed from his shoulders. “Sweetheart, when you say it like that…”

“I love you, Eddie. With every piece of my soul and heart, I’m yours. Nothing else matters. Nothing.”

You spoke with such honesty and conviction as you choked around the words, feeling the emotion as your heart pounded in your chest.

“I want to have my time with you filled with happiness and love as much as we can. That’s it.”

Eddie reached his hand forward and wiped the stray tear that moved down your cheek.

“That’s all I want with you too,” Eddie spoke, his dark brown eyes shining with tears. “I love you so, so much.”

You moved forward and set your drink down before reaching for him. Eddie barely had time to react, setting his to the side as well before you were on him. Your lips moved against his in a way that made you feel like the two of you were one. Bodies pressed tightly together with your hands caressing against the others. Your hand moved beneath his shirt needing to feel his skin. Eddie pulled you onto his lap with his hands spanning across your back and moving down.

Your lungs felt tight with the need for air, but you didn’t care.

All you wanted was Eddie. To feel him, taste him, melt into him.

There was no doubt in your mind that Eddie was the person who was made for you. Everything felt like chaos unless he was at your side.

You pulled back and rested your forehead against yours, hands moving frantically as you rushed to unbuckle his belt.

“I need you, please…” You whimpered with a soft whine, both of you panting as his hands moved with yours.

You watched as he quickly unbuckled his jeans as you stood to do the same. The two of you seemingly became more frantic as seconds passed. The moment your pants were kicked to the side, along with your underwear, you moved back to him. Your lips met with his in a kiss that was messy - teeth clashing against one another.

There was a slight pause between the two of you. Eddie reaches up to caress your face gently and keeps his eyes locked with yours. It was a moment for you to back out. To stop, to take a second and think. But you didn’t need it.

“Eddie,” You whispered gently.

Without a thought Eddie’s lips are on yours, devouring you again, with your hands moving into his dark messy curls. You whimpered as your hips moved against him, feeling him warm and hard against your slit. You couldn’t stop the moment you felt, spreading your slick up and his hardened cock. Just from the feel of him, you knew Eddie was thick, large and it only made you hungry for him more. All on your mind was that you didn’t feel close enough and you needed more. You wanted Eddie to consume you.

Eddie’s hands gripped at the soft, plushy curve of your hips, guiding you as you moved against him. The moans and whimpering shared between the two of you with your tongues moving against each other. You pulled back to reach down between the two of you, palming and stroking his cock slowly, mesmerized as you looked down at him. The soft pink head glistened with a mixture of the two of you, pearls of precum drooling down the side of his shaft. Eddie reached over and gripped tightly to the couch cushion beside him as he let out a whimpered cry with his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His hips moved up against the stroke of your hand.

“Baby – I…fuck please – I need, need to be inside you.” Eddie choked out, his words soft and whiney with a glazed look in his eyes.

Never had you felt like this. So desperate for another, a feeling building up in your chest that makes your chest feel tight.

You rise more on your knees and guide him to your entrance, stroking his head against your slit, before sinking down. A shudder ran up your spine as you felt the stretch of him till he was buried deep inside of you. You sat there for a moment with your hands pressed against his chest and his still white knuckling the couch.

“J-Jesus fuck – oh, baby –,” Eddie choked out as you started to ride him – rolling your hips against him.

A soft breathy whine passed through your lips every time the thatch of hair at the base of his cock brushed against your sensitive clit. Eddie can’t keep his eyes off of where the two of you are joined, watching as your slick drips down his cock and into his pubes. It was a sight he wanted committed to memory for the rest of his life.

“You…fuck – Eddie,” You couldn’t think as the words leaving your mouth became more of an incoherent moaning jumble of words.

Eddie moved quick and flipped the two of you, moving you to lay across the couch with him stretched out above you. The leverage caused Eddie to sink deeper inside, making the two of you cry out. You felt breathless with how full he made you feel. It wasn’t even over, and already, you wanted more. With your legs wrapped around his waist, Eddie began to move faster with each thrust harder than the last. You whimpered at the feeling of him pushing deeper into you.

“That’s it baby, good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie panted, his darkened eyes staring down at you. Your pussy tightened around him more and seemed to pull him in deeper. “Oh…you like that? Like when I call you a good girl?”

“Eddie,” You whined, your pussy fluttering around him more.

“Gonna cum? I can feel it, can feel this perfect lil’ pussy – fuck,” Eddie bit down on his lower lip before cursing under his breath. “Let go for me, I need it…I fuckin’ need to feel this pussy milkin’ my cock.”

Eddie’s hand moved down between you and soon you felt pressed against your clit. A shout came from deep within your chest with the shock of pleasure that moved through you. With the feeling of his fingers against your clit and his cock hitting that spot deep within you, you were gone. Your walls spasm around him as you whimper his name over and over, like a prayer leaving your lips with each sigh. Eddie’s hand moves along your sides as your legs shake, his body pressing down on yours, as his hips move with sharper, sloppier thrusts. Eddie pulls out quickly with his hand fisting around his cock and stroking himself before you felt the warmth of him against your lower stomach. The sight of him sent another shudder through you.

“Holy…fuck,” Eddie groaned, before looking at you and letting out a soft giggle.

You couldn’t help but do the same, the two of you there with your bodies glistening with sweat and each other.

“God what I wouldn’t give for a picture of this,” Eddie spoke, groaning softly, as his eyes scanned over your body.

“You’re a perv, Munson,” You shook your head, “Now get something to clean me off.”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie bent down and kissed you quickly before moving from the couch and toward the kitchen. You couldn’t stop the giggle from bubbling up again as you watched his pale ass as he ran from you.

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seasonsofcapri · 7 months

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Seasons of Capri 2023: Cycles & Circles - Masterlist!

Thanks to everyone who participated in the fest this year and made it such a success. Scroll down for the full masterlist, but here's a quick summary of what we did this year:

Fics submitted: 14

Fanart submitted: 3

Total number of words written: over 198,000, including four works in the 10,000-20,000 word range, and three that broke 30,000

We're so grateful to everyone who signed up and made all this incredible art. We couldn't do it without your love for these characters and this fandom! ❤️

And now, here are all of the wonderful creations for this year's fest:

Sexual Intercourse by antivillain

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.3k

Damen's healthy enough to engage in sexual intercourse. Laurent is (emotionally) healthy enough to tease Damen mercilessly for being so awkward and uncomfortable discussing the matter with Paschal. Paschal is not paid enough.

Tie Me Down, Set Me Free by @kiseopingu

Fic | 14.3k | Damen/Laurent

When Damen gets hired by his family's sworn rival to help track the man's younger brother, he doesn't expect the road to lead him to familiar places, and familiar faces. As for Laurent, his path to freedom is clear. It's only a matter of creating an opportunity to reach it.

As past and present slowly merge, both Damen and Laurent are forced to contend with their truths, whether they want to or not.

Jokeste’s Journey by @vmcgmidlifecrisis

Fic | Jokaste/OFC | 4.3k

Jokaste travels north, meets (original character) Drifa and gets some sexy fulfilment.

Beautiful, Beloved, Strong by bluehair

Fic | Erasmus/Kallias Erasmus/Torveld | 1.5k

My prompt for The Seasons of Capri Fest 2023 was: "Kallias schemes to save Erasmus with no hope of seeing him again--until one day, he does." Hope I did it justice! Because Kallias really would do anything for love.

Returning by flightinflame

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.4k

Damen knew the return to Arles would be hard for Laurent. He had not considered that it would be hard for himself.

The Stand-In Wedding Planner and the Obstinate Baker by penstrikesmidnight

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.8k

Auguste's wedding planner has decided to go on vacation a week before his wedding, leaving Laurent, the best man, to make sure everything is taken care of. If that's not enough, Laurent has to deal with an obstinate baker who seems intent on making his job as hard as possible.

There is absolutely no chemistry between them. At all.

Heat by @linecrosser

Art | Auguste/Laurent | Digital

While in the middle of a campaign in Delfeur with his older brother, the Crown Prince of Vere, Laurent goes into his first (late) heat at age 17 (totally triggered by the presence of Damen, the stupidly handsome Crown Prince of Akeilos). There are very few things more dangerous than having an Omega in heat while camping in enemy territory, and it's too late now for suppressants. Leaving Laurent to ride out the heat on his own would mean leaving it last for three days or more. Auguste has no option but to help Laurent through it by himself, so it will last no longer than a couple hours.

Red (like our spilled blood) by @pijulle

Fic | Kastor/Laurent Damen/Laurent Auguste/OFC | 39.6k

Akielos and Vere are at war, but maybe marrying the princess of Vere would help the two country finds a common ground - "The prince!" Auguste shouts. "Laurent is a prince!"

Star Crossed by @hephaest1on

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 35.2k

A story of Laurent Capulet and Damen Montague. A tale based on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, of lovers who suffer because their families are feuding. A modern AU that leans on the themes and actions in Shakespeare's original play and plays on the issues young lovers face in a world where gossip is news.

if only to dream of you by @nv-md

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.4k

During negotiations with the Vaskians and Patrans, Laurent falls ill and Damen must leave him to lead their newly-forged kingdom.

After a week of quiet suffering, Damen returns to their bedchambers and attends his husband.

Ruin Your Salvation, Ruin Your Mind by pretend_i_dont_exist

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 10.2k

"I do not understand. I thought we had a truce, so I came here for peace." His voice had grown hard and dangerous. "Why?"

Silence for a moment. "You killed my brother. ------- Laurent has suffered a lot since his brother's death, but he survived to his wedding day, and he's looking forward to a quiet life with a man he appreciates. New life, new him, he decides to invite his brother' killer to the wedding to talk and make peace with himself (by murdering the guy).

In Another Life by @mosrael

Fic | Halvik/Jokaste | 43.8k

Jokaste is the pearl of Ios–beautiful, intelligent, revered–and the consort of the most powerful man in Akielos… Or so she thinks. When her chosen lover’s power is corrupted and usurped by a foreign faction, Jokaste must make the hardest decision of her life: remain in Akielos and meet a perilous fate–one she had a hand in crafting–or flee to seek her future elsewhere.

Or: when getting kidnapped, then kidnapped again turns out to be the best possible thing that could happen to a girl.

antidote by @banananamilks

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 2.7k

Auguste survives Marlas, but Damen still becomes our captive prince. Actually all three princes are kind of the captive prince. oops

Soldier, Poet, King by @bluebutter-art

Art | Damen/Laurent | Digital

Two years after the bells had rung, both Akielos and Vere celebrate the wedding of their two Kings, which coincidentally falls on Vere's Annual Autumn Festival.

Chasing Meridians; Or 26,00 Miles to Home by @not-a-coral-snake

Fic | Damen/Laurent | 17k

Laurent lives a life of quiet routine, until the day a few ill-chosen words, his uncle's malice, and his own inability to back down from a challenge see him wagering half his fortune on an impossible journey to the ends of the earth and back. Happily, or perhaps unhappily, his newly-hired valet is making the journey with him and has plenty of opinions about where they should go, what they should do, and de Vere himself.

An Around the World in Eighty Days au.

At the Drop of a Veil by @seekthemist

Fic | Damen /Laurent | 19.1k

The Battle of Marlas could have brought the relationship between Vere and Akielos to a breaking point, but it didn't. As the peace treaty is finally signed, King Aleron has a very clear idea of how to ensure the agreement is truly felt.

"Since the formal establishment of Vere and Akielos as independent reigns, there had been twelve peace treaties. The Peace of Marlas, signed by King Aleron and Theomedes-Exalted before the beginning of autumn, would be the thirteenth.

The thirteenth peace would not go down in the history of the Kingdom as an abject failure. Not if Laurent could help it."

By the Waterfall by @captaindamianos

Art | Damen/Laurent | Digital

Laurent is the god of winter, Damen is the god of summer. They only ever overlap in spring and fall. Is their love story doomed forever?

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ghostherlig · 4 months

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gothic western au drabble 3

dropping another drabble bc i cant get them out of my head and planning a fic at almost 12 am is a bad idea- so take this instead: johnny and kenshi having a sweet moment under the stars :)

"Takahashi?" Johnny's hushed whisper flew out into the night, the actor staring over the hill they were camped on, seeing a figure at the bottom, staring up at the stars. "Kenshi!" Johnny whisper-yelled, the marksman not moving from his spot at the base of the hill.

The actor sighed, looking back into his tent at the warm blankets he was leaving behind to sit with Kenshi in the desert night cold.

He took a few steps forward before the night air nipped his skin, a gust of wind blowing any residual heat he had out and off of him, the American immediately returning to his tent, grabbing his thickest quilt and wrapping it around himself before trudging to the base of the hill.

He stood next to where Kenshi was laid, staring at the sky. The actor let his gaze drift from Kenshi's dark eyes to the even darker sky. He looked back down, the marksman silent, lips pursed, not even acknowledging Johnny's existence.

The actor sighed. It wasn't the first time he had seen that face on Kenshi.

Instead of trying to speak to him, knowing he'd be blown off or ignored anyway, he sat down, laying next to him on the angled grass.

It was, unsurprisingly, uncomfortable. But, Johnny had his blanket and he was warm enough to not complain. He let his hands come up to rest behind his head, spread out despite the chill.

"You've studied mathematics," Kenshi started, and Johnny hummed in response, "Have you studied astronomy?" He pressed, and the actor frowned.

"Naw, was too drug out after uni." Johnny answered, accent in full swing with the late hour, a tinge of disappointment in his tone at the confession.

Despite Johnny's very mini crisis, Kenshi hummed a laugh. Instead of giving the American any hint as to what he was laughing at, Johnny watched Kenshi's tattooed hands point up at a set of stars.

"That there, the bright one," The marksman pointed, leaning into Johnny's space so he knew he was pointing at the right star, "That's the North star." He spoke, and Johnny nodded, humming.

"Uh huh," He muttered, Kenshi's finger tracing lines to a few other stars, before stopping at one at the end of the line he had drawn.

"This constellation, is Ursa Major." Kenshi spoke, voice soft and low, unlike anything Johnny had heard from him before.

"Ursa what?" Johnny replied, and Kenshi chuckled again.

"Ursa Major. It means 'greater bear.'" He answered simply, and Johnny swallowed. This was the softest Kenshi had been around him.

"Do you know any more, darlin'?" He asked, turning slightly in Kenshi's direction, eyes still directed at the sky.

"Most of the constellations I learned are from home, but I know the planets in this hemisphere," Kenshi answered, his hand returning to the sky after a moment. "There, that bright, red-ish one, is Mars." He pointed, and Johnny followed the line of his arm, seeing the red-tinted dot in the sky.

"It's powerful bright," The actor noted, and Kenshi laughed again, louder this time.

"It's a planet, Johnny," He answered, as if the actor should've known. "That one, bright, bluish, is Venus." Kenshi pointed, his arm falling to rest on his abdomen again right after, a sigh leaving him.

"Something about Venus got you down?" Johnny asked, fully turning this time to face Kenshi.

The marksman sighed, his eyes gently closing, a relieved breath seeing the tension in his shoulders gone.

"No, not Venus," Kenshi answered, and Johnny almost looked surprised at the marksman's non-dismissal.

"Well, what is it, darlin'?" He pressed, the marksman humming another laugh.

"Why do you call me that?" Kenshi asked, and Johnny turned to face the sky again, feeling Kenshi's gaze hit his cheek.

"I call everyone that," Johnny deflected, refusing to look at the Japanese man. Kenshi rolled onto his side, closer to Johnny, and leaned on his elbow, propping himself up and into Johnny's vision.

"No, you don't. Sugar, yes. Babydoll, baby, and doll, yes. Pumpkin, sometimes. But I'm the only one you call 'darlin'," Kenshi mimicked Johnny's accent, the actor unable to bite his smile at the tease, "Why?" He pushed, and the American blew out a breath.

"Well, you are," Johnny sighed, turning the last inch it took for him to look at Kenshi head on.

"I'm what, Johnny?" The marksman pushed, his hand inching ever closer to Johnny's side.

"Darling. To me." The actor admitted, and Kenshi hummed, his face impassive, not giving away what he may or may not have been feeling.

"Do you know what 'darling' means, Johnny?" Kenshi asked, and the actor thought it should be illegal for him to say his name like that, all sultry and silky and perfect-

"Beloved." He answered, breathless off of Kenshi's presence alone.

"I'm darling to you? Beloved by you?" He pushed, and Johnny was sure he had the answer written all over his face.

"Dreadfully so," Johnny breathed, Kenshi humming, his eyes raking over the actor's face, his hands, calloused and rough, so gentle as they came to hold his face.

"Are you sure?" Kenshi asked, an uncertainty there that Johnny had never before, one he never wanted to hear again.

"Sound on the goose," Johnny answered, getting a huff and an annoyed cheek pinch from Kenshi.

"In a language I understand, please," He grumbled, not truly annoyed with his companion.

"Never been surer in my life," Johnny answered, his palm hitting Kenshi's chest, fingers curling into his shirt and pulling him down.

Kenshi hesitated another moment, the uncertainty in his eyes flittering away as Johnny whispered a plea against his lips, every ounce of it replaced by ravenous hunger, the marksman chapped lips communicating his need.

It was everything, finally being able to tug Kenshi into his lap, the man stealing his warmth in the bitter cold of night, but Johnny would've let himself freeze in full if it meant having Kenshi like this, even just the once.

"We-" Kenshi tried, Johnny tugging him back down to swallow his words, getting a sweet hum in return, his bottom lip nipped when Kenshi pulled away again. A nonverbal warning, don't interrupt me.

"We should move to our tent," Kenshi spoke, his lips kiss bitten and red, even in the darkness of night.

"Right, yeah," Johnny breathed, staring up at the beautiful man in his lap, resting with him in the dead of night, the stars and moon the only light by which they could see each other.

Kenshi looked ethereal, otherworldly, so intangible that Johnny almost thought he was dreaming.

"Pinch me, darlin'," He joked, and Kenshi huffed, kicking their now shared blanket off of them, Johnny hissing at the crisp night air. "Hey!" He complained, shivering and grabbing his blanket, Kenshi already making his way to their tent.

Johnny stopped to stare, watching Kenshi walk back up the hill, the man turning back once he reached their tent, rolling his eyes, though Johnny could see the smile on his face.

"You complain a lot for someone so willing to stand in the cold. Pony up, Johnny, and I'll keep you warm," Kenshi promised, the actor huffing a laugh at one of his own phrases used against him before trudging up the hill, wrapping his blanket around himself again.

"You better make good on your promises, darlin'," Johnny smiled, planting a kiss to the corner of Kenshi's mouth, the marksman smiling.

"You know I will."

#drabbles by greg #johnshi #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #gothic western au #i love them too much #someone turn me into an oyster /j

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runicmagitek · 3 months

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Many thanks to @moogleterra for tagging me in this year in review thing! Time to go over my favorite fics I shared in 2023! (not tagging anyone, but if you read this and want to play along, consider yourself tagged!)

Like a Broken Record

I wrote this at the beginning of 2022 and was super nervous about sharing it, mostly RE: shipping Takatoshi with someone who wasn't Okino, but I was both really proud of how the fic turned out and the lovely support from everyone who read it!

To Cultivate Anew

I just had a lot of thoughts about the physical marks Throné and Castti acquired that link to their trauma and how utterly beautiful it would be if they got tattoos together to cover up those marks.

High Score

I loved all the keinatsubj fics I wrote for polyship week, but this one was my favorite!! Not only was it fun to envision the summer festival they attend, but all the delicious pre-poly feelings with Natsuno being engaged to Keitaro while also seeing BJ in his human form for the first time were a BLAST to unpack. Plus garmmy's art for it is SO CUTE.

In Good Company

I wrote this for a server exchange and loved exploring the complicated sentiments around working for a shitty corporation, but you've got bills to pay. And nudging Reeves and his personal assistant closer and closer was utterly delicious too!

What Leads You Here

I'll never shut up about this fic. I'm really proud of this one 😭 it's the super angsty post-canon story I wanted, but couldn't find anywhere after I beat the game. But now it exists and it warms my heart to know others enjoyed it too.

On Your Honor

Star's medieval AU gave me severe brainrot and I couldn't help but write a follow-up where these two take their noble/knight secret relationship to the next level.

Anchor Point

Again, I loved all the Ignatz week fics I wrote, but this one is my favorite. Just exploring his relationship with his family and what home means to him, all while he learns archery.

Light the Way Home

Some missing scene feels from Terence's POV when all the Twinside bullshit goes down 😭 really happy with how it turned out!

Your North Star

I wrote this for the Tifa Zine! Just some bittersweet feels with the group as they set up their camp, share stories about the stars, and support one another.

Coming Out of My Cage (And I've Been Doing Just Fine)

Another server exchange fic! This could've easily been a 50k novel and I did my best to shove it into a 3k ish oneshot. I love a good AU and reimagining Legend of Zelda in a cyberpunk vs solarpunk setting was so much fun.

Random Access Memories

And another server exchange fic, but I've had this idea in my head since 2021. So glad I could finally bring it to life, bc there's literally nothing out there exploring Natsuno's grief mid-canon over losing someone very special to her.

#runic rambles #my writing #meme thing

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The Vagrant's Season, Part 2

[Read on AO3]

Written for @onedivinemisfit for her birthday! This is part of Annie's Shapeshifter AU; a prequel to this piece, filling in the weeks from when Obi arrived in The Valley to the start of mating season. There are a half dozen version of the song I adapt for Shirayuki in this, but I referred to two specific ones to cobble together this one: Marianne Lihannah's and Pernille Anker's. There is also one line from this folk song in the last scene!

“You’re a shy little one, aren’t you?” The vixen doesn’t stoop or sing-song, not like how the menfolk would when they saw him like this, just a shadow and a snout hidden amongst their shrubbery. A good thing too; if she shrilled the way the goodwives would, calling him a sweet pup and lille vennen and gutten min, he’d have skittered away faster than mice in a pantry.

Instead her voice is soft, riding the same rise and lull as her song, and her hands never pause in their picking. A practiced motion— reach, pinch, twist; reach, pinch, twist— that never falters, even when she slants him her curious glance. “I mean you no harm. There’s more than enough for the both of us here, if we only take for the needing.”

Ah, now that stings him, just a little. He’d seen her sorting out her tubers and berries that first time, plucking the bounty he’d meant to have all to himself until spring, and well— he’d scampered off, sure, half-scared of even a wilder’s shadow, but he’d come back too. Gave himself two good hands to pillage with and glutted himself on what she’d left behind, sure he’d find some other hole to weather out the last of winter.

Even with no stars yet in the sky he knew the footfalls that would take him toward Yuris, toward Tanbar, toward any place but that little glade and the vixen whose scent lingered on every leaf. And yet honey and bitter greens never quite left his nose, turning his paws in circles, spiraling him back to this very clearing, over and over. Spirit-blind he may be, but let it never be said Obi couldn't take a hint from one, when it was given.

“It’s warmer here in the sun.” Her tone is conversational rather than cajoling, and Obi’s tempted to take the invitation. Spread out his shorter legs, cramped from where he’s been camped in the bushes, waiting for her to finish her picking and sorting. Maybe even see if she might feed him from her hands, the way the young girls did at the village outskirts, too young to know the difference between a fox and a pup. “I know fur so fine as yours must keep you warm even in the snows, but it’s quite nice to have the light on you.”

She breathes in, misting the air with her exhale. “You can almost believe it’s spring.”

It will come soon enough; he smells it on the air even now, the promise of plenty enough to make his belly tremble. A few more weeks and he could eat his fill, strengthen up for whatever journey still laid ahead. Nice as it might be to survive on the outskirts of the Valley, growing fat on their game and forage, that sour scent in the north will mosey its way down here sometime this summer. Unpleasant as that dog smells, he’ll be needing to deal with the Keeper, trade with the other wilder in his pack. Maybe even mate, if he could find a vixen to stand him.

This vixen sits back on her heels, sigh as sweet as her scent wafting up from her lips. “Well, that’s that then. Guess we won’t meet today, little one.”

Toes curl beneath her, and with the sort of limber grace village girls lacked but wilder women possessed in spades, she bounces up to her feet, basket teetering on her hip like a smile does on her lips. “Maybe next time, then. Be a pity for neighbors not to get along with each other.”

When he steps out of the brush, it’s on two legs, one hand scratching at the nape of his neck.

“Get along,” he mutters, shoving a berry into his mouth. It breaks sour over his tongue. “See how long that lasts.”

There’s no convenient cave to make his camp, no abandoned lean-to left by a less wary vagrant passing through to warmer climes, but Obi does find a hollow not far from the vixen’s glade. An old yew, wider than two of him together could wrap around, beginning to rot from the inside. The sort of thing the volva would have clucked their collective tongues over, proclaiming that its spirit was sick and frail, a terrible portents for the future of their community.

But for him it’s only a tight squeeze on two legs and a cozy hideaway on four. Keeps him dry at least, and warm when the winds blow, though even as he drifts asleep, he hears the wood creaking like their voices, stay too long as a little one and you’ll be wild in truth.

It becomes habit to watch the vixen about her business; mostly small, letting his dark fur hide him among the shadows even as she tries to call him out from cover, her sweet smile more tempting than even the berries she offers. As it warms he sheds that skin more often, letting his legs stretch until he smells herbs on the wind and hears the first strains of her honeyed songs.

It’s inevitable that at some point, he forgets.

The dawn breaks warm that morning; the first tease of true spring before the spirits unfurl their sleeping tendrils and wake in truth. At least, so the volva say; Obi’s never seen a lick of them as long as he’s lived. Blind, they called him, but if it’s the price he pays to walk comfortably among the townsfolk each winter, he’ll pay it gladly.

There’s a tree at the edge of the vixen’s glade, an old birch so piebald it’s half shadow itself, its spiny little leaves coming in strong with the first hint of winter’s breaking. They don’t grow like this near the menfolk— there it’s straight little stands of bone-white trunks, but here, it’s a gnarled, knotted mess of a grandmother, so thick and bent from reaching out toward the light the glade promises that a body could get lost trying to find their way through its branches.

He sprawls his across one so thick it could be its own tree, legs dangling as wild as tangled ivy. Dappled in the sun’s light, it’s a cozy enough spot to let his blood warm up to the promise of the day. His head tips back, eyes fluttering closed, and ah, if he lets his mind drift enough, he can fool himself into thinking the volva are shuffling after him still, looking for that lazy boy, more scent than sense—

“The kit is placed in her cradle, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.” Breath tumbles out of him in a snort, rousing him in shorter order than the vixen’s song, so close each word comes as a caress instead of a whisper on the wind. “Her mother cares for her, trouble, trouble, trouble.”

Already he reaches for his smaller body, eager to put fur over flesh and scamper into cover, but—

“Sleep now, sleep now” —copper flickers over bush tops, like a bullfinch buzzing over the brush— “in the arms of the mother tree, keep watch, o spirits, and hold this kit safe.”

For as many times as he has seen her, it’s always been with a little one’s eyes, limited to the muted grays and dunny browns they can create. Enough to get the idea of most wilders on whom he’s let his gaze linger, but this vixen— her hair alone is red and gold together, an autumn forest ablaze and yet tame beneath her hands. And when she lets her eyes skim over the brushline, looking for him…

Green. The same as the leaves that flutter between them, hiding him from sight. He hunkers down, belly to branch, and bides his time.

The vixen lingers longer as the weather warms, shedding her heavy cloak before she settles in to work, spreading it beneath her knees. There’s more for her to do now; with the snow near half melted, more greens unfurl between her visits, and the thin stopgap of winter berries turning into a bounty of sweet spring fruit. She sorts them as she works, each kind going into their own cloth before she rolls them up and tucks them into her basket, humming with satisfaction.

Most days he keeps her company as a little one; it delights her to coax him out step by step, creeping closer and closer to sharing sunlight. But more and more often, he lingers, watching her with wilder eyes as she goes about her business. Wonders, sometimes, if her pelt is just as bright as her hair when she trots about in her smaller form, if the gold would shine the way it does in the morning sun.

When she settles herself today— I shall give to my sister my seven gold rings, all under the linden so green— it’s with two baskets, one set in front and the other just behind. No difference between them that Obi can see, no reason one berry goes in one and not the either, just one plump little fruit, one after the other. Each one leaves juice smeared across her fingertips, so ripe his mouth salivates just thinking of how they’ll taste on his tongue, of how they’ll burst beneath his teeth.

“You know,” she calls out, her mouth hooked in the wryest of her smiles. “It’s polite to announce yourself if you’re going to linger in a vixen's territory. Especially a dog like yourself.”

Obi blinks between his branches, glancing from left to right, but there’s no dog for her to be talking to, not unless—

He glances down, right to where she stands, staring square at him through the branches. “You might introduce yourself at least. Now that I know you haven’t gone wild.”

His arms fold and his chin tilts, the way that makes most dogs shy from his company, let alone the wiser vixens. “I’m not the sort a vixen like you would want to know.”

Her jaw sets, even as that smiles pulls sweeter. “I think that’s up to me, isn’t it?”

Obi has to admit, she has a point there.

“This is my territory you’ve been lingering in, after all.” Her shrug is a soft bounce of her shoulders, but her scent presses heavily around him. Her territory. Unmated female she may be, but he is an unmated male, living on her sufferance. “I should know who I have the pleasure of sharing my patch with.”

“No point,” he sniffs, tilting his chin higher. “I’m just passing through.”

“For three weeks?” Her mouth twitches, not from fear. “I think that’s a little more than passing through.”

Ah, he hadn’t realized she’d be counting. “Just until there’s forage elsewhere.”

By the cock of her hip, he knows his excuse is as thin as tissue, ready to be torn under her able paws. “A name might be nice. I can’t just call you vagrant this whole time.”

“I have lots of names.” One for each year he’s wintered over among the menfolk. But they’ve always slipped off him like his fur does his skin, never sticking the whole season. Eirik had been the one he gave Goody, a smile on his lips, but she shook her head the way the menfolk always do, as if they already knew it doesn’t fit. “Which one do you want?”

The smile he gives her is all teeth, but she doesn’t flinch like she’s supposed to. No, she just furrows that brow at him, concerned. “The one you want to give me.”

His shoulder burns even beneath his hand. “I already said I wouldn’t be around long.”

“Fine, Vagrant it is then,” the vixen sighs, tucking her plants against her waist, tying them to the space under her belt. “I hope you have a nice day, Vagrant.”

It’s not until she’s gone that he realizes she left one of her baskets behind, but when he goes to call out—

Well, it seems he never got a name either.

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #shapeshifter au #the vagrant's season #my fic #ans #the two songs referenced in this are Gjendine's Lullaby (Gjendines bådnlåt) and Ye Ride So Carefully (I Riden Så)#Gjendines is a famous Norwegian milkmaid who ended up teaching her songs to Edvard Grieg #who eventually collected them into Opus 66. the last movement of which is this lullaby #if you play civ 6 you might recognize it 🤣#Ye Ride So Carefully is an older folk song- the one i link is not in modern Swedish but a much older version #i had to steer a lot of my folk song usage MUCH older since otherwise i ran into lots of like #singing about the village. and the sheep. and the barn! lots of fish too #which just wasn't gonna work for the little forest-bound foxes #if you decide to listen to the whole thing it's actually considered a song that may have predated Christianity in Scandinavia #and then was later changed to include Christian symbolism along with the old norse ones #there is a LOT that i could go into here about the meaning of the song BUT it doesn't actually have much to do with the story #SO JUST ENJOY INSTEAD 🤣

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van-der-linde-worms · 1 year

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Take Your Cigarette From Its Holder, Burn Your Initials On My Shoulder

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/ Mary Gillis Linton

Fic summary: AU in which Mary is wanted for the murder of her husband and that of her father, and Arthur is a bounty hunter going after her.

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Idiots in love, slow burn

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Chapter XIII: Unrequited

Word count: 7980

Last chapter: Chapter XII

“Hey, Arthur!” Mary calls out from the kitchen. “ ‘fore it gets too cold, I was figuring we could head out for a little camping trip. It’s clear out anyway.” Mary pauses for a moment. “You know anything about constellations?”

“Stars? Eh, I know the north star I guess,” he mutters as he stretches his arms. “When do ya wanna go then?”

“What'd you say about today?”

He looks up at her as he picks up his pants from the floor. “Today? Hm, can't blame ya for getting bored, being stuck here all day 'n stuff.”

“So, it's a yes then?” she asks, just loud enough for him to hear her over the sizzling of whatever she is cooking in the pot.

“'course.” He puts on his shirt and makes his way to her. He can hear a faint laughter and his arms encircle her waist, making his heart flutter.

A blissful sigh escapes his mouth as he nuzzles his jaw against her hair. The top of her head is just at the perfect height for his chin to rest on. His arms tighten around her, the soft smell of her hair is almost heavenly to him.

“What's a good time then?” she asks. Arthur lets out a low croon and looks down at the colourless, chunky mix in the pan.

“We ain’t in a hurry. What’re you making anyway? Eggs?”

“It’s oatmeal. I uh, didn’t have coffee so I grabbed the wrong dish. It’ll be fine, just slather some jam on there, it’ll be fine,” she reassures herself. Arthur looks away and shuts his eyes, he could have sworn whatever the eldritch menace in the pot is certainly isn’t oatmeal.

“Looks fine,” Arthur lies.

“I just had a look in the news and I read some comet’s supposed to pass earth around this month!” Mary gushes. “I’ve heard they’re so pretty.”

“It’d be nice to get out with you again, Mary. We ain’t done anything since…” Arthur trails off.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking of. I think near that decrepit old ranch would be nice, there’s lots of open space and the view is just gorgeous.”

“Sure.” Frankly it sounds rather romantic, but he doesn’t dare get his own hopes up. She’d been so kind to him, despite the situation. If only it could be anything more.

“So, if we head out around eight, I think we should head out on foot this time. I think it should be safe, no bears or anything.” she twirls around, her skirt hits his shin ever so gently. She stands on her toes and steals a kiss from his lips. She finds one of the jars and quickly pops it open. Arthur nods and moves the pot from the hot stove.

“Ain’t you energetic?” he begins shoveling the odd food onto plates, unsure of whether to add knives and forks or spoons to go beside them.

“Well, I’d just like to spend some time with you again. It’s lonely out there, on your own,” she slaps a spoonful of their sweet jelly on the chunks, trying to mask it. She steadily adds more. Arthur grabs his plate before she can add more.

“Thank you.” Mary stops a spoonful later. The two sit down again.

A look of slight discontent spreads across her features as she prods at the clumps, mashing the jam in with her spoon. The first rays of sunlight twinkle in her dark eyes, a murky orange glow peeks through her lashes. Her lower lid moves ever so slightly, the soft lines around her eyes cast gentle shadows,, her soft crows feet twitch as she takes a bite of the food. She couldn’t be more perfect, she couldn’t possibly be prettier, she couldn’t be any more wonderful and… god, I love her, I love her more than anything, more than anyone. If only.

“I was thinkin’ I’ll go down to the post again today, see if Hosea’s written back yet.”

“Could you check if Jamie wrote back too? They’re getting graded again right about now, they should be getting them back and I want to see how he did this time.”

“Sure, you need anything from the store?” Arthur asks. The porridge isn’t that bad, just weird looking. There’s too much jam to his liking.

“I’d just like the letter, thank you. Oh, there should be some mint around there too!” She notes After a period of silence, she speaks up again.. “Y’know, back in the day I used to be pretty good at finding herbs. Whatever the cattle hadn’t stomped was always good, used to be that we’d dry them out to be eaten.” “You mind pickin’ some then?”

“If we even find any.”

“It’s high time I get moving then, if we ever wanna get out there on time,” Arthur stands up, picking up their empty plate. Mary brings hers to the sink as well. Arthur quickly kisses her again before he steps out.

Arthur rides out to the post, taking his time. The autumn air was unusually warm that day. The ride passes by slowly as he enjoys the fading summer sun.

There were a few letters at the post office, this time . He didn’t often get mail, but this time was different. Mary got one from Jamie, Arthur got one from Hosea, another from John and one from Albert Mason, a photographer he ran into a bit ago. As he checks through the letters, Charles enters.

“Arthur, hey! Haven’t seen you in a while,” he pulls Arthur out of his thoughts.

“Charles. Yeah, been busy with somethin’. How’ve ya been?”

“Same as before, been trying to find you around.”

“Figure we should catch up some time. You think we could go hunting some time tomorrow, catch up?”

“Sure. But I gotta get moving now, got someone to meet in town.”

“I'll see you at the ol' spot in the mornin' then?”

“Yeah, sure.”

*****

The sun is hardly touching the horizon when Arthur arrives home, yet he can already see the ceramic pot steaming on the stove.

“Ain’t it a bit early for dinner?”

“Figured since we're heading out we should eat early. I’m not letting you slip on eating, you’re too thin as is.” She rubs his cheek. His heart skips a bit. I love you.

She notices the letters in his hands, he picks out the one from Hosea, eyeing it as if it were a trap. “Who’s that from?”

“Hosea.” Arthur sits down and tears it open. His eyes scan the text, his expression shifting from concern to an amused chuckle.

“What is it then?” she asks from the stove.

“John got some girl knocked up in town, I did tell ya about John?”

She thought for a while before shaking her head, “Don't think so. What about him?”

Arthur shakes his head, as if in disapproval, though the mischievous grin on his face remains. “He's been heading to the bathhouse a lot. 'm pretty sure Dutch was still alive the last time he took a bath. Apparently a girl there caught his eye and, well, now little Johnny Marston's gonna be a pa.”

She lifts her eyebrows, surprised, “Oh? Send my congratulations to them then.”

“Nah, don't think John's too happy about it,” he says, folding the paper and shoving it into one of the drawers. “'sea wants me to have a talk with him later. Oh, and here's Jamie's letter”

“Thanks,” she says, carefully tearing the envelope open.

He observes her face as she scans the letter. A small smile creeps up her face. Insignificant as it is, her joy is contagious to him. “How’s the boy doing?”

“Did pretty well in his first test; he joined some club in school too. I’m glad he’s finally making more friends.”

“Good for him,” he shakes the strap of the satchel off his shoulder. “Meanwhile I have my brat of a brother.”

“Oh come on Arthur, he’s just a kid. I guess he just ain't ready to be a dad.”

“Him? A kid? Nah, he may be a manchild but he's a grown man, whether he likes it or not.”

“How old is he even?”

“20 or so. I know, barely older than Jamie, but ain’t no kid. He messes around, he gotta deal with the consequences.”

“I guess,” she shrugs, going back to work at the counter. “Poor girl though. What is he gonna do then?”

“Somethin’ dumb most probably. He is John.”

“He ain’t gonna leave them is he?”

“He wouldn’t do somethin’ like that. Think ‘Sea’s pushin’ him to marry her now.” “Well I guess that’s good then, she ain’t just gettin’ left in the dust.” she sighs, measuring out some salt.

“Figure this is the dumbest thing he’s pulled in years. You’re lucky Jamie ain’t like that.”

“That boy's done his fair share of stupid stuff too, believe me.”

“Do I dare ask?” Arthur asks with a chuckle.

“C’mon now Arthur, ain’t like every kid can go running around like John.” Mary scoffs. “Why, it’ll be getting dark soon, we should get movin’ after eating if we wanna catch anything.”

“You got anythin’ else planned?”

“Not really.”

“How do you even pick out them constellations?”

“Well you have to look at em or have someone else point ‘em out. I figure I could make something up too.”

“Y’know, back in the bad old days ‘sea used to teach me about the stars. Thing is he doesn’t know a damn thing about them and there ain’t no thing called an Aphana star or a wolf constellation.”

“Oh, but there is! It’s actually called the Lupus constellation and it should be in view in June!”

“Welp. I think it was back in the winter though, any idea if it’s visible then?”

“Nope.”

“Hosea’s got a way with bullshitting anyway, ain't a surprise. Should’ve asked Dutch, he’d’ve known.”

“What did Dutch know then?”

“Something about astrology, how stars are s’pposed to affect how people are.”

“Hm? Horoscopes?”

“That, yeah. Think he got over it once he got to Marx.”

“Marx? Karl Marx?”

“You know him?”

“I’ve heard of him.”

“Dutch wouldn’t goddamn shut up about him for a year, least it was better than the Greek phase.”

“Greek phase? This Dutch guy was into a lot of stuff huh.”

“All kinds of it, but none of them ever lasted.” Arthur grumbles as he sets the table, the memory of Dutch bringing a faint smile to his face.

She carefully fills the bowl with scoops of stew, filled with chunks of meat and carrots, and waits for them to cool down before placing them on the table. She sits down next to him as he sends the spoon into his mouth.

It doesn't taste too bad, the broth is flavourful and well seasoned, but the meat is tough, probably overcooked.

“How is it?”

“Tastes like rubber,” he teases, laboring his teeth through the meat.

“That's what Barry said. Unfortunately the poor guy didn’t live to tell the tale.”

He raises his eyebrow at her rather dark joke, “What, you're gonna poison me too?”

“Well if I am you would have tasted something, my dear,” she jokes. Arthur chuckles and shakes his head.

“True that. Tastes fine though, you’ve improved.”

“Thank you, means a lot from someone who’s clearly burnt out his taste buds.”

He quickly empties his bowl, despite his complaints. She is still eating as he drops his bowl in the sink.

“Gonna pack for the night, you mind doin' the dishes?” he says, putting on his hat as he unlocks the door.

*****

She potters around the home, gathering things, excitement painted on her face, the kind of innocent glee he had grown to adore. He grabs the bedrolls from where he had put them. Her’s seems rather worn and dirty, something he’d rather take. She’d get cold far more easily anyway. Mary paces into the room, grabbing something from the closet.

“C’mon then! It’s really perfect timing, new moon and all!”

“Comin’”, he answers. “Gonna saddle up Boadicea. You grab something warmer, s’a little chilly tonight.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Oh, now you’re nagging me?”

He shakes his head, though not exactly in denial, “Like you ain’t always cold.”

“None of your coats fit me— here, take this,” she shoves a wool blanket into his arms. “Besides, I know you’ll keep me warm.”

“ ‘ppose we don't need this then,” he gestures to the blanket in his hands.

“Guess we don’t. You’re enough for me.”

His heart skips a beat. He knows all too well that it's only a joke, but to think that he would ever be enough for someone like her… he would never be enough, but, if she really thinks so…

Her voice pulls him out of his stupor, “We better hurry up.”

“Sure,” he mutters, once again leaving the house to load the bundles in his arms onto Boadicea. Making sure that she has brought her compass and matches— even though Arthur has probably got these in his satchel, he's always prepared for everything— she throws a scarf over her shoulder and swiftly ties it around her neck, a simple makeshift cloak to protect her from the cold, before stepping out to join him.

****

The spot she mentioned isn't too far away, and they have got themselves settled in no time. She gathers some errand branches for firewood as he sets up the tent.

Arthur joins her around the fire once he is done. He watches as she gazes into the flames, the light of the fire dancing on her face.

“When did it happen, the thing with John?” Mary asks.

“Last week or so I guess. Why?”

“Well, I just keep thinkin’ about it. Ain’t really fair somethin’ like that could just happen,”

“Really ain’t. Don’t dwell on it too much, ain’t like things would change anyway.”

“I know. Y’know we used to try for kids plenty, Barry and I, and nothing ever came of it. He got sons already ‘n he always blamed me for it.”

Her expression is calm, yet Arthur still feels a needle poking at his heart upon her words. “Oh. Must’ve been a hell of a thing.”

“I guess.” The air between them once again falls to silence, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and the occasional crinkling of the grass as the wind makes its way through their swaying stems. “Heh, well, lucky thing I s’ppose. Never felt more trapped than back then with him in that place.”

Arthur inches his hand ever closer to hers, placing it in her open palm. Perhaps it’s an attempt to comfort her when he lacks the words to do it in any other way. Her skin feels wonderfully soft on his fingertips, the calluses under a delicate silken layer. The warmth emanates from her palm, her fingers are rather cool to the touch. Each wrinkle in her palm imprints itself in his mind, the contour of the muscle operating her thumb, the tiny little scars from a million little accidents over years, burns, cuts, abrasions.

He opens his mouth to say something, but once again nothing comes out.

She pulls him close, placing a kiss on his cheek. He can feel his cheeks reddening, and he knows for a fact that it isn't the heat from the fire. I love you.

She pulls herself onto his lap again, her lips meet his. The soft tingling doesn’t last for long. Mary’s fingers slip into his hair as she lays him down. Arthur feels a pang of sadness as her hands trails down his torso to his crotch. It’s childish, really, hoping that she’d somehow miraculously return his feelings. It‘s just sex to her, he reminds himself, nothing else, nothing more.

Yet he leans into her, pulls her closer until skin meets skin, flesh is inside flesh, thoughts melt into lust.

Just as the fire within them is quenched by the wetness between their legs, the flames before them simmer to red coals. He bites his lip as she lazily rolls down beside him. They both take a moment to catch their breath, and she points up to a bright star as he throws a blanket over them. She sits up to grab her compass, before once again lying down with him.

“That there’s the north star, and try to connect these seven dots, see that ladle? That’s Ursa Minor, the little bear,” she says, trying to map out the constellations before them with her fingers. Arthur feels a smile spread across his face as she connects the stars. “Under it, there’s a bigger ladle– Ursa Major, his mother. Oh, and right next to them!” Mary whispers, leaning on Arthus’s shoulder to align their view, so that she can point out the stars for him more easily. “See that long trail of stars? That’s Draco.”

“Let me guess, it’s a dragon?”

“Good guess, mister. Oh, and look to the south west, near the moon, see that really bright one near the horizon? That’s Venus.”

“Oh, I remember Dutch pointing that one out to me, and the red one, Mars, is it?”

“Think so, I can’t really see it though, if we’re lucky we might catch it around sunrise. You see the hexagon above it? That’s Ophiuchus, the snake bearer.”

“And the line across it s’the snake?”

“Yeah, oh, and right at the top is Cygnus, the swan.”

“It does look like a bird. And what about that one next to it, the bright one?

“I’m not too sure– think that one is lyra. A lyre, y’know?” “A liar? Now that I’m familiar with.” “No, the instrument! You pluck the string like a guitar– well, probably more like a harp. It belongs to this poet Orpheus.”

“S’that feller on the sky too?”

“No, don’t think he is– if anything he’s going underground.”

“What’d ya mean?” “You see, this Orpheus guy who sings so wonderfully, the god of music himself gave him his lyre…”

As he listens to her story, Arthur pulls out his journal to mark down the stars, connecting the lines and writing down the name of each constellation beside it. It’s a bit dark, but the light from the campfire is sufficient.

“...and his song is so beautiful, it moves the king of the dead to tears. So, he agrees to let him and his wife go, on one condition: Eurydice must walk behind Orpheus, and he should not turn around on their way back, until they reach the mortal realm, and if he does, he’s going back to the mortal world alone.”

“That sounds too easy.”

“Things are always easier said than done.”

“He turns around?” “Yeah.”

“That’s dumb.”

“I s’ppose… but, I think I would’ve done the same.”

“Nah, that’s ridiculous, I’d never turn around if I was him.” “It’s a long way up, it’s dark and it’s cold, he can’t hear her footsteps and he can’t see her shadow, her being a ghost. We can’t blame him for doubtin’ if she’s really behind him.”

“He could have called her name if he’s in doubt.”

“Maybe he did and she called back, but he couldn’t hear her.”

“Even if so, he can, y’know, wait until they’re up above before turning around?”

“Well, yes, but doubt got the better of him.”

“Doubt, huh, ain’t no use doubting,” he grumbles as he flips to a new page of his journal. She chuckles, “Now that’s bold of you to say. Surely you won’t say that you’ve never doubted anything before?”

“Well, no, but I’m not letting it hold me back.”

“Can’t really say the same for me. And looking back, I don’t regret a single bit of it.”

“To each their own, I guess.”

“I guess. Oh! Look to the east, that’s Jupiter.”

“Which one?”

“The big one under the cluster of stars, you see it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Arthur replies, as he marks it down on the pages. “It’s right in the middle of Taurus, the bull.”

“Bull? Can’t see it.”

“See that cluster of stars? That’s Pleiades. That’s its body, And there’s the horn– here, I’ll mark it down for you,” she says, quickly outlining the shape of the bull in his journal.

“And what a coincidence– do you know Taurus is the bull that the god Jupiter turned into?”

More stars are mapped out and more stories are told,with the rising and falling of celestial bodies being the only sign of the passage of time, and despite it being well into the midnight hours, Arthur does not feel sleepy at all. To him, the night only seems to be passing too quickly.

He steals another glance at her under the starlight. He can see her better now, despite the fading light from the embers, now that his vision has adjusted to the darkness. She looks just as beautiful as she does in the day under the daylight, her features looking all the more softer in the dim lighting. Suddenly he wishes– as silly as it is– that he can lie with her like this always, forever, until their bodies turn to bones, until the last star in the universe dies out.

“You see that board guy over there? Near Gemini?” her voice once again grasps her attention.

“What guy?” he asks, staring at the direction she is pointing towards. “You see those three bright stars? They mark his belt.” She grabs his hand and uses his finger to point out those stars for him. “And over there, that’s his bow. That’s Orion, he’s a hunter.”

“Think I see him now,” Arthur mutters, outlining the feller with his pencil.

“He kinda looks like ya, y’know, big and broad and all.” He lets out a small chuckle, “If you say so, ‘cept I don’t sparkle.”

“Right. Oh, and underneath! Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky other than Venus. It’s not fully out yet, but you can see half of Canis Major.”

“Let me guess, it’s a dog? The hunter guy’s dog?”

“Exactly, and you can see the rabbit running away from them…”

He can tell the sun is going to rise soon by the time the two finally settle down in their bedrolls, as the sky gradually changes from dark blue to pale purple. He pulls her over to the nicer bedroll before she has a chance to protest.

“I've got my own bed,” she says, though she slips under the sheets with him regardless.

“It's old 'n dirty, 'sides, we fit pretty well here don't we?”

“Hm, it's cozy enough,” she mutters mindlessly, resting her head right above his heart. She can hear his heart speeding up the second she lays her hand on the other side of his chest, but pays it little mind.

A small smile blooms across his face as she yawns, she's kind of adorable like this, soft, docile, her usual defensiveness vanished into the night.

“You're so warm…” she mumbles, right before falling asleep, “I can hold you forever like this.”

Please do, it is the last thought he has before he, too, falls into slumber.

****

Arthur heads out shortly after they went home, only to return with another man an hour later. The two are engaged in a discussion as she steps back in, putting down the basket of clean clothes in the corner. Seeing another person in the house is a strange feeling, her heart frantically jumps around her chest. They both look up, she feels she should just run off. Surely he’d recognize her, he’d know, everyone did, he’d instantly know and now she’s trapped in a house-

“Mary, was expectin’ you. Charles Smith, Mary Linton.” She reaches to shake his hand, the two make brief eye contact and engage in the courtesy.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith.” she greets, the man nods in response. She steps around the room and looks at them both. The two connected rooms offer little privacy and stepping out would be rather rude.

“C’mon, sit with us,” Arthur invites her over. She sits by him and notices the cups of coffee on the table. There was a chip on one of the cups, a large one. The silence is broken by him yet again. “This is the feller I was tellin’ you about, we ain’t met in a while.”

Charles and Mary look at each other in silence and then glance back at Arthur. “And this is Mary, figure you read about her in the papers a bit ago.” Shut up, Arthur, just shut up. Please.

“Think I did. Arthur didn’t tell me about this situation.”

“Well, i-it’s not really a thing that should get out, in case someone hears, you see.” Mary excuses. Charles shoots a look at Arthur, silently shaming him for every single choice that led up to this. He had caught on the moment she stepped in. The two pillows on the bed, the little stitched on details and his neatened up appearance. A thing Charles hadn’t before noticed was the degree of his idiocy, apparently.

Arthur notices her stilted mannerisms and places his hand on her hand under the table.

“Why then?”

“ ‘s hard to explain,” Arthur squeezes her hand. She gently squeezes back.

“Ain’t really. We share a bed.”

“Oh.”

Arthur chats with the man for a while, before the two get up to leave. Charles raises an eyebrow at him as he pulls a jacket on, questioning the whole situation. He eyes the strange lady observing them.

“You wanna come with us?” Arthur asks, it snaps her out of her trance.

“Well, I won’t be of much help or company. ‘Sides, I have things to do, you go on ahead darlin’,” Mary stands up as they step out.

Darlin’.

Arthur pauseos at the door, turning back to look at her, their eyes meet as she steps forth. The door clolpsllles, the9ootttotototo to to tttttt the 9brief moment ends as the door clicks shut. Arthur lets out a breath he only now realizes he had held in for the time. Something was missing, he thinks, but shakes the thought away.

Should have goddamn kissed her.

He gathers his thoughts for a moment and steps back to meet the younger man.

“What’s going on with you, Arthur?” Charles asks.

“Nothin’, nothin’,” Arthur denies, turning away. Charles furrows his brow.

“At this rate I’d have guessed you married her.” His tone is only half joking.

“Huh.” he feels a flush creep up his face at the thought. It’s a silly, soft thought but… that damned woman seemed to some strange aura about her. She wouldn’t ever, never in a million years even consider it would she, not with me. Fool.

“As a matter of fact ‘m hurt ya didn’t tell me.”

“Ain’t like that, Charles. She ‘n I ain’t involved like that, she’s got her own things goin’ on and she’ll probably leave me any day now.”

“Is that so?” Charles casts him a strange look as they walk into the woods, “I’ve never seen you act like that with anybody.”

Arthur sighs, he can’t help but be ashamed of these…stupid feelings, but it would probably do him good to let it out. It’s just Charles, ain’t like he will judge him for it.

“Well I do like her a bit, she’s been living with me for a while and she…she’s been real nice to me, y’know.”

“…I can tell,” Charles mutters, recalling in terror the way the two looked at each other. “Thought you were tracking her down just a while ago, and now you’re living with her?”

“Long story short, she saved my life, I owed her one, and she needed a place to hide so, we ended up sharing a roof.”

“And you said you like her?”

“Yeah?”

“Arthur,” Charles stops in his tracks, turning to look at him. “She killed her husband.”

“Yeah, that. That feller was a bastard, a child rapist. Can you blame her for that?”

Charles sighs, he can see the reason behind that woman’s action, if what she claimed was true, that is, but he sure can’t see any logic behind Arthur’s thought process. “Still. Of course she’d put him in a bad light in her story.”

“Even if she did lie to me it ain’t like I haven’t murdered anyone before. C’mon, let’s get going,” he urges.

“Fair enough. She does seem sweet on you, gotta say.”

“You really think so?” Arthur asks, his tone almost hopeful.

“That she’s sweet on you? Yeah. I’m guessing she’s why your den finally looks like a house now?”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s been a great housemate.”

Charles wants to point out that housemate seems like an odd choice of word given the way they interact, but he does not comment.“ ‘m glad to hear that, but still, be careful.”

“C’mon, if she’s going to kill me she would’ve done it weeks ago. Enough about me, how have ya been?”

“Same old. There's this beekeeper who moved near me a few weeks ago and his little army has been bothering me ever since. Nothing interesting beside that, really. How’re you two getting on?”

“A beekeeper? Never would’ve guessed voluntarily keep ‘em.”

“Mm, yeah, all sorts of folk out there. What’s she been doing in this time?”

“They live out near the fields? Saw a bunch of flowers there, seems like a nice place for ‘em.”

“Heard there was someone new in town sellin’ knitted things ‘n embroidery”

“Yup. Does he get stung by ‘em often?” “Is it her?”

“Yup, so, how’re you two gettin’ on, other than that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hm? Means what I said it meant.” Arthur shrugs.

“Hosea told me you were harbourin’ an outlaw, said it like it had passed. When’s she gonna be gone?” Charles dodges the subject.

“Hope not soon. Charles, I… I think I love her.”

A look of disapproval spreads across the other man's face. “I’m not gona do anythin’ about it, it’d… it’d be dumb.”

“C’mon, Arthur, I can see that, but I don't wanna see you get hurt. Might just be best to let her go.”

Arthur sighs heavily.

“I know, I know. S’gonna hurt anyway. Enough about her, you said you saw a stag ‘round here earlier?”

*******

“Oh, you guys are back,” Mary says, emptying a can of beans into the steaming pot.

“Yeah,” says Arthur, swinging off his satchel to hang it behind the door. “Watcha makin’?” He asks, looking over her shoulders.

“Just put together what I could find, we’re running low,” she says, stirring the mixture of beans, mushrooms, and potatoes. “And nice to see you again Mr. Smith,” she greets as the other man lays down several bundles wrapped in paper on the table.

“Charles’ fine,” he replies. Mary only hums in response.

“Yer staying for dinner?” Arthur asks. Mary secretly hopes he would refuse, not because she dislikes Arthur’s friend. In fact, she finds him a pretty nice feller, but it is just so awkward and unnatural, especially with Arthur being so at ease and Charles being clearly as uneasy as her.

Charles merely shrugs, “Sure.”

“What have you guys got?” she asks, sprinkling some salt over the pot.

“Just some rabbits. What’d ya say if we roast ‘em?”

“I’m fine with it.” Arthur nods as he grabs a knife to skin the rabbits.

“Need any help?” Charles offers.

“No, it’s fine, you’re the guest,” Arthur says.

“A guest? You’re talking like I’m a stranger,” Charles jokes as he sets himself down at the table, slightly more relaxed now.

“You come here often, Mr Smith?” Mary asks, trying to break the awkwardness.

“I used to.”

“Oh?” Mary puts the lid over the pot, before walking over to pour a glass of water for Arthur, then another for Charles. He silently thanks her with a nod.

“Well, then you came.” Suppose Arthur doesn’t want anyone interrupting you two. Charles thinks, though he knows better than to say it out loud.

Mary freezes, trying to think of the implication behind his statement. There is not a single bit of repulsion in his tone, yet his words make her feel like an intruder. She wonders if that’s what she is to his friends and family, someone uninvited, a hindrance to Arthur’s life. They won’t be wrong, she thinks, she has been nothing but a dependent with little contribution.

“I won’t be disturbing him for long,” she explains. “He’s been a great host, but I’d hate to bother him for any longer. I’ll be out of here as soon as I can, right Arthur?”

A sharp metal cling tears through the room before her words fall. Mary turns around and finds that Arthur has dropped the knife.

“…Arthur? Are you alright?”

He shakes his head out of his trance. “Yeah, am fine, my hand just slipped.”

She picks up the knife for him before returning to the stove. Charles watches as Arthur ties a string onto the rabbits.

A silent sigh escapes him. His face falls, the happiness sucked away by those words.

“You alright?”

“ ‘m fine,” he shakily picks the knife up. “These’ll be good.” he smiles, a weakness hidden behind those words.

Charles smiles back, pitying the other man.

Fine. Fine! Completely fine. Just like she’s with leaving. FINE.

“Hey, well. I hope you two had fun out there, the weathers been fine all week!” she continues. FINE, FINE, EVERYTHING’S JUST GODDAMN FINE.

“Could have used you out there too,” Charles tries to break the tension. He notices his friend's hand tighten around the knife. He places a hand on his shoulder and notices the tension in his muscles.

He snakes his hand onto Arthurs and gently places the knife on the table.

“What?” Arthur asks, confused.

“Nothin'. You're done with this, right? I'll take it to wash.”

“Oh, yeah, alright.” Arthur says. Charles drops it at the sink while Arthur kneels down before the fireplace, hanging the rabbits over the pile of logs.

Charles sits back down at the table. He notices how Arthur is still kneeling on the floor, despite having finished his work. He doesn't comment.

Arthur finally breaks out of his haze as Mary turns around, leaving the steaming pot behind. “Yer done?”

“Not yet, gotta let it simmer for a while,” she mutters, grabbing the unfinished needlework on the table. Charles immediately recognises it as Arthur's neckerchief. Huh.

Arthur brushes the ashes off his hands on his pants. “S'gonna take these at least an hour to cook too.”

“I hope you boys are not too hungry then,” says Mary, as she sits down at the edge of the bed, disappearing from their view.

“I can wait,” Charles says. Arthur casts the bedroom door another glance before sitting himself down at the table, opposite to the other man.

“So, what have you been up to, other than getting all enamored and stuff?” Charles asks with a whisper. Arthur really has been a stranger lately. He can sense something has changed in him during the past few months. Though Charles can't really tell what it is, he knows Mrs Linton and Arthur's…feelings for her, have to be the reason for it.

“Eh, nothing much, just the old stuff.”

“Y'know, your house really looks a lot nicer now.”

“Yeah, like I said she's a great housekeeper.”

“You look a lot better than before too, you know that right?”

“Do I?” Arthur gives him a funny look. “How?”

“Hard to say, but at least you don't like you're gonna die in a week anymore.”

“That's a real nice compliment coming from ya,” Arthur chuckles.

“I mean it, you look way happier than before.”

He shrugs, “S'ppose the extra company does me good.”

“...company, huh?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“So, you said you've got a new neighbor?”

“Yeah, a Jason Brown or something like that. I forgot his name and it'd be too strange to ask at this point.”

“Why? Just say you haven't got his last name or something.”

“Guess I should try that.”

“You said he keeps bees?”

“Yeah, he's given me a jar of honey a while ago. He's a pretty nice feller. His herd, not quite.”

“What'd they do?”

“They were supposed to be heading to the apple farm nearby— he mentioned something about them being pollinators and him having got a fund from the owner— but they kept heading to my house to bug me.”

“You ever got stung?”

“A couple times. Didn't even do anything to them.”

“Huh, what about that Jason feller?”

“Not as far as I know. I've seen him work from a distance before. They seemed to let him do whatever he wanted to their hive. He was wearing this net thing over his head though.” Their conversation is interrupted by Mary shuffling through, she grabs her needles. Arthur’s expression falls again, his gaze follows her out, an odd type of sadness masked behind his eyes.

****

The two men step out, Charles pats Taima’s neck in greeting, the mare nickers as he grabs her reins.

“Hope you’ll be comin’ back some time soon.” Arthur steps closer to the horse.

“Sure. You sure you’ll be alright, Arthur?” Charles asks, swinging his leg over the horse.

Arthur laughs. “ ‘course I’ll be. Just a crush is all, no reason to worry.”

“You sure?”

“Who do ya think I am? She’ll be out ‘before you’re back, it’ll… pass.” he hesitates on the word.

Charles nudges the appaloosa to a trot and leaves, glancing back at the other man, left standing in the dust. Arthur turns his gaze to the window and catches a peek at her, sitting there, working hard on another one of her projects. She tilts her head and her eye twitches.

She’ll be gone soon, she’ll be gone and there isn’t a damn thing I can do.

Arthur steps back inside and she springs up from the spot, tying off two treads and snipping them as she steps over. She pulls him down and ties a black scrap of fabric around his neck. It wasn’t what she was working on before, he notices.

“Did your friend leave?” she asks. Arthur nods as she adjusts it around his neck. “ ‘m glad to see you ain’t a real hermit just a, hm, a hermit of opportunity.”

“Can’t be a real one with ya here.” he forces a chuckle. “ ‘sides, ain’t fun like that, I don’t mind the company.”

“He'll be coming over again soon?”

“Dunno, maybe, why, do you want him to?”

“Not really.”

He gives out an airy laugh, “Oh, he'll definitely be hurt if he hears that.”

“No, not what I meant. He's a nice feller, but it's just a little bit strange with someone else here y'know?”

“What'd ya mean?”

“Guess I'm just used to being alone with you.”

A warm feeling blooms across his chest. Could she really enjoy being here with him?

Arthur swallows, calm down, she just said she was used to it. It doesn't mean anything.

“Huh, thought you'd be getting sick of my face by now.”

“Probably would have if you weren't so handsome.”

Suddenly he doesn't know where he should be looking at, and his hands feel awkward hanging besides his hips, but he doesn't know where to put them. He looks away, hoping she isn't able to see his flushed cheeks under the dim light.

“Flatterer,” he mumbles. She smiles and stands on her tiptoes to give his cheek. He has never told her, but it's his favorite way to be kissed; quick, chaste, but sweeter and more intimate than any other kiss. He can almost close his eyes and pretend it's a gesture of something more than mere habitual affection.

He realizes he's still standing at the door while she has already sat down at the edge of the bed, folding her outer clothes. He slowly makes his way towards the room to join her.

“He's not gonna visit for a while. We'll be getting plenty of alone time,” he says, playing with her hair, which she has just let down. Her curls fall onto her shoulders adorning the outline of her face. He twirls a strand around his index finger, feeling its smooth silkiness.

“Good, more fun with just you and I here, isn't it?”

“How so?” he asks with a knowing smile. The eager hands prying his collar open and the wild kiss that follows it are the only answers his need.

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Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Fifteen

“I’m drunk on you,” Laura whispered, a woozy smile on her lips.

She lay on her back on the roof of her dorm building, dressed in a down jacket, ski pants and boots. There was a thick scarf wound around her neck and a beanie falling off her head.

It was below freezing, and Laura’s cheeks stung from cold as she gazed up into the frost-laced heavens. Every star gleamed in the frozen air, but it was the moon she couldn't tear her eyes away from.

The fat and shining moon, which seemed to swell to ten times its normal size as Laura stared.

She wasn’t a werewolf, and yet whenever the silver light of the full moon lit the sky…

She yearned.

For what, she couldn’t put her finger on. Sometimes she thought she tasted it on the wind. A rich scent she remembered from a dream.

Blood and musk.

Nothing vegetarian, anyway.

It made her hungry, and not for food.

Not for sex, either, though she was plenty horny lately and reached for her vibe night and morning. The fantasies she indulged in were as indistinct as her cravings. Heat. Sweat. Dirt. Teeth. She fantasised about chasing someone down and being chased. Being caught. Pain suddenly seemed alluring in a way it never had before. The delicious ache of being held so tightly by someone that she couldn’t escape and didn’t want to.

If only she could pin down exactly what it was she was craving. A place? A moment? A phenomenon? Whatever it was, it was something so frustratingly intangible that her mind wandered restlessly from person to place to event, her insides aching, She doubted she’d ever find it, let along sink her teeth into whatever it was.

Of course, she thought of him. Of course she did. If it was simple as driving to North Kill and demanding the sheriff take her to pound town and back, she would do it in a heartbeat, pride be damned.

Even if he didn't want her in his life.

He couldn't resist her if she had her mind set on seducing him. But sex with him? As wonderful as it was, that wasn’t everything. That wasn’t enough.

So she lay on top of her building, drunk on moonlight, gripped by longing until the moon finally set, and her mind and heart were her own for another four weeks.

Mostly.

More or less.

Because she was still haunted night and day by the memory of a man who’d driven himself inside her only to wrap her in his arms and stay like that, holding on, while he groaned like a starving man in her ear, Laura.

***

The February snow drifts were standing four feet deep when the new deputy got out of his car and grinned at Travis.

“Deputy Sheriff Noah Briggs, reporting for duty, sir.”

Noah had a round, honest face, almost puppyish, with a look in his eyes like he was eager to please. Too bad for him that nothing had pleased Travis since the summer and wasn’t likely to in the near future, either.

Travis nodded solemnly at the boy, his hands on his hips. “Welcome to North Kill, Deputy Briggs. I’ll show you around.”

He turned and walked slowly back into the station, waiting for Noah to catch up.

An amused, feminine voice echoed through his mind. Look at you, showing off to the newbie. Swaggering around like the big bad sheriff.

It had become a bad habit for him to hear a certain person teasing him in his mind.

It had become an even worse habit for him to answer back.

I am the big bad sheriff.

He felt her amusement. This ghost.

There were so many ghosts in North Kill, yet he was haunted by someone who wasn’t even dead.

As he walked the deputy around the station, showing him the renovations that were being done, the rooms Travis was clearing out and refurbishing, Travis was struck once again by how young this man was. Not in years, because he was twenty-seven. He was wide-eyed in wonder about everything, including the fact that Travis had given him his very own office.

There was a metric fuck-tonne of digital records to be filed and Travis set Noah down in front of his brand-new computer to get started on it.

“Get through that lot first and I’ll consider taking you out on patrol,” Travis told the young man gruffly, and headed for the door.

It was going to take some time before he was used to having someone in the station again after six long years of rattling around in it by himself.

Travis had court documents to file and evidence reports to write up thanks to a car thief from two counties over going on a joy ride through North Kill and crashing into a tree on the east side of the quarry.

Just after six, he stuck his head through the door of Noah’s office to see his new deputy busily typing away, his face lit by the blue glow of the screen.

“How are you getting on?” Travis asked, hearing the drawl in his voice and feeling himself swagger into the room before immediately straightening up and changing to a normal walk before someone could comment.

The deputy was immediately flustered and shuffled his papers. “Oh—ah—good. I think.”

Travis took a look over his shoulder. Noah had got through a huge swathe of documents and had even entered them into the system correctly.

He nodded approvingly. “All right. Tomorrow, I’ll start you on answering the phones and the protocol for dispatching the sheriff’s team.”

“The team?”

“Me.” Travis glared as he saw Noah’s hopeful look. “And, maybe, yourself. Once you know your way around the county. Come on, time to go home.”

As they pulled on their jackets, Noah said, “I’m excited to see more of the county and what sort of policing you do here.”

“There’s not a lot of anything, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“But that’s not true! I’ve been reading up about the county, sheriff. Seems there are some missing persons cases. Hikers, and a journalist.”

“Consider those cases closed,” Travis said firmly, shepherding him out the front door and locking up.

“But shouldn’t we reopen them now that—”

Travis clamped a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward his car. “If and when we look at these cases again it will be because there’s new evidence.”

There wouldn’t be any new evidence. Nothing would tie Bobby to the missing journalist, or Chris, Kaylee, and Caleb to the two half-eaten and very dead hikers. Travis had made sure the remains would never see the light of day.

The Hackett’s had a long history of burying criminal secrets. The tunnels beneath the Hackett house were filled with the paraphernalia of their rum-running past, but the family’s crimes would end with Travis. He’d managed to keep Kaylee and Caleb out of trouble, and it was going to stay that way.

As for Ma, her death was on record as accidental death, and the less he thought about her, the better.

Footsteps were crunching up the path toward them and Travis turned to see his brother Chris, looking a little like the Michelin Man in a overstuffed down jacket.

“Travis, is your new deputy joining us for dinner?” Chris stuck out his hand and smiled at Noah. “Nice to meet you, young man. My brother hasn’t managed to chase you off yet?”

The deputy couldn’t decide who he wanted to please most, Chris by laughing or Travis by keeping a straight face, so he settled for an awkward cough and shook Chris’ hand.

“I was just heading home to…”

“No going home. Come and have a meal with us so we can welcome you to North Kill. I’m sure Travis was just about to invite you.”

Travis was not, but he followed his brother and Noah up the street without saying anything.

As he stepped into the diner, the warm scent of fries and sizzling beef patties washed over him.

Bobby, Caleb and Kaylee were seated at their usual Friday night table. Bobby was drinking a chocolate shake and was the first to spot them, and he waved Chris and Travis over with a grin.

Travis made deadpan introductions, his mind on what he’d order. As if that would ever change. A burger and fries, medium rare, with fried onions and an extra pickle. Kaylee would sneak his fries to dip into her creamed spinach and he’d let her get away with it until he’d finished his second pickle.

He didn’t pay Noah any attention until the young man started stammering and had flushed red.

“N—nice to m—meet you.” Noah was staring at Kaylee like she was an angel who’d tumbled out of heaven.

Travis rolled his eyes. Chris caught his look behind Noah’s back and grinned.

Kaylee got to her feet. “I’ll go wash up.”

“Me, too,” Noah immediately replied, and followed her to the back of the restaurant.

“That’s the last time he’s coming to dinner,” Travis muttered as he sat down, and reached for a menu even though he didn’t need it. The food here had been the same for decades. “Better keep those two apart.”

Chris laughed as he took his seat in the booth by the window. “Why?”

Travis raised an eyebrow at his brother over the menu. “You really want your daughter dating a cop?”

“Hell, no. You’re all miserable bastards and you’re impossible to nail down when you’re needed, but what am I supposed to say to her? The more you’re told you’re not allowed something, the more you want it.”

For some reason, Travis pictured Laura.

He forced his scowl to deepen and replied with, “Hmph.”

“What are you looking so grumpy about, Tee-Tee?”

Kaylee had come back, and she dropped into her seat with an innocent expression on her face, though Travis thought she looked more animated than usual.

Noah was one step behind and had overheard her use the baby nickname she had for her uncle, and a smile hovered around his lips.

Travis narrowed his eyes at his niece, but just then the waitress came over to take their order.

The normalcy of it all finally made him relax.

As he ate his burger and crunched on his pickle, Travis listened to his family chatter about what they had done this week. He thought he could soak it up forever, this quiet togetherness. No furtive conversations about curses. No new wounds or accidents or deaths.

Dad had passed away in December. He hadn’t been eating right or taking care of himself since Ma died, and he caught pneumonia.

He’d passed away in a hospital bed with his family around him. Travis thought he would never open his eyes again after falling unconscious, but on that last day, Dad’s eyelids flickered, and he’d grabbed Travis’ arm.

“You ever see that girlie again, you kill her, Travis. Do you hear me?” He wheezed the words over dry lips, but everyone heard them.

Later, after the funeral and at the end of the wake, Kaylee had asked him, “The day Pop passed away. What ‘girlie’ was he talking about?”

“I don’t know.” Travis had kissed his niece’s cheek and gone home.

Not to his house behind the police station.

To the Hackett house, with all it’s painful memories, mouldy rooms and hostile atmosphere. It belonged to him now.

The beloved and cherished eldest son.

***

Laura puffed a strand of hair out of her eyes and gazed dispassionately at the illustration of a cat’s kidneys. It was nearly eleven on a Saturday night and she was one of the last stragglers in the college library.

Her eyes slid over to her laptop. She’d been tempted by it all afternoon and evening. One Google search in particular. One she’d made so many times before.

She glanced again at the kidneys.

You know what? Enough kidneys for today.

Seizing hold of her laptop, she pulled it closer and typed into the search bar, Northkill County Gazette.

It came up right away and she hungrily scanned the headlines. The paper covered the towns of North Kill, Grand Oaks, and a handful of others. Checking the local papers was her way of keeping track of a certain someone, even if he wasn’t often mentioned by name.

But sometimes he was, and she had proof that he was real. His heart was beating. His body was strong and warm and vital.

Three months ago, someone had taken a joyride through the country and crashed against a tree, though they were thankfully not seriously injured.

When asked to comment, Sheriff Hackett called the driver an “idiot” but would say no more on the matter.

Laura had grinned like a fool as she’d read that sentence, able to hear his derision from hundreds of miles away.

Not a lot went on in the county and the main story was that Rose who owned the diner celebrated her fortieth anniversary there.

A small headline caught Laura’s attention: Mauled hiker across the border in Essex County.

She frowned and read the accompanying text, what little there was of it. Two nights ago, a hiker had been camping in Green Mountain National Forest when he was attacked by a wild animal. He was fine apart from deep claw marks and shock.

Two nights ago had been the full moon.

Laura sat back with a thump. A werewolf? Or something ordinary?

It had crossed her mind several times that whatever had bit Silas was still out there, possibly rampaging around and killing and infecting more people.

Then there were Laura’s strange, wolf-like symptoms, though she never turned at the full moon.

What if the curse wasn’t broken? What if Laura felt this way because it lived on in her, and it wouldn’t end until she’d killed the wolf who was next up in the chain? The one who’d bitten Silas.

Though could she call herself cursed when all it did was make her restless and drunk on moonlight around the full moon?

And the loneliness. Don’t forget the crushing loneliness.

Laura closed her laptop and packed up her things. She could never forget the loneliness.

As she emerged from the library, a warm wind hit her nostrils and she moaned in pleasure.

The seasons were turning. She smelled summer.

Laura had always been a fall girl. Hot drinks and sweet baked good were her favourite treats, eaten as chilly winds blew and golden leaves blew across the sidewalks.

Now it was summer she yearned for. Summer, with its huge, open skies encrusted with stars, the sharp scent of pine trees, cicada chirps echoing across a serene lake.

If only she could…

Laura stopped dead. Her heart beat faster.

She couldn’t…could she?

That would be stupid.

Reckless.

Everyone would hate the idea.

Laura nibbled on her thumbnail, lost in thought. Weighing up the pros and cons. Well, what else was she going to do, mope around Mom and Dad’s place and get a part time job at the local café? She’d drive herself mad.

She could do it.

Oh, he’d be so mad.

But he wasn’t the boss of her.

A smile tugging at her lips, Laura pulled out her phone and dialled a number. The person on the other end answered right away. “Kaylee? Can you do me a favour? You can say no. I’ll understand.”

Kaylee laughed. “Please, anything for the saviour of Hackett’s quarry. What do you need?”

***

Travis examined the hunter’s permit and ID using his torch, and then flashed the light in the man’s face. The name and ID were all in order. He took one more scrupulous glare at the permit just for good measure, and then handed it back.

“Good hunting. Enjoy Hackett’s Wood.”

“Thank you, sheriff.” The hunter tipped his fingers to his trucker cap, stuffed the permit back in his pocket and got back into his car.

Now that deer hunting was allowed once more, Travis had to get used to seeing strangers in these parts. As long as everyone had their correct permits, camped where they were supposed to and took their litter with them, Travis supposed he could bear it. He and Chris split the revenue and the money was needed if he was ever going to renovate that goddamn family home.

Some days he wondered if it would be better to tear the whole place down and start again. Only the thought of what he might find in the rubble, put there by earlier generations of unscrupulous Hacketts, made him hesitate.

Skeletons upon skeletons, no doubt.

Just as he was going to get back into his cruiser and drive off into the night, a car roared by him at an alarming speed. A little blood red Honda Civic that had seen better days but could still tear up the road.

Goddamn kids.

It wouldn’t be one of the camp counsellors, because camp didn’t open until tomorrow. Someone from out of town no doubt, enjoying their near-empty roads.

Travis got into his cruiser, flicked the lights on with a grim expression and set off in pursuit. As he accelerated, the full moon followed alongside him, racing through the trees, keeping pace with him like an old rival.

Red taillights appeared ahead. It only took one blast of his sirens for the Civic to pull over.

He could see the outline of the driver as he got out of his car, and it was a woman.

As he approached the door, he began, “Ma’am, step out of the—”

But the woman was already opening her door and stepping out of the car. A slender, blonde woman with a proud lift her chin and a bounce in her step.

There was trouble in every flick of her perky ponytail.

She turned toward him, and Travis felt his heart and stomach plummet from his body and rebound up into his throat.

Laura Kearney put one hand on her hip and smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, hello, Officer Grumpyface. Are you my welcoming committee?”

His eyes raked her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

Hiking boots.

Long, strong and slender legs.

A summer dress that revealed a generous amount of her thighs and was cut low to loosely drape her full...

Goddamn.

At her throat and left shoulder there were scars that shone silver in the moonlight, but it wasn’t them he was focused on in this moment.

It was her.

Laura dropped her hand and walked toward him. She almost prowled as she put one booted foot in front of the other, approaching him slowly.

Did you miss me, baby? she asked.

Or did she? For a split second, had those blue eyes flashed a hungry yellow in the moonlight?

Travis swallowed, feeling his Adam’s apple bob.

Laura stopped right in front of him, gazing up at him as she murmured through a smile, “How have you been? I don’t know about you, but I sure have missed hot summer nights at the quarry.”

His heart pounded in his chest.

His palms were sweaty.

His body tingled at the memory of her pressed tight against him. She was close enough to touch.

Finally, he found his voice and growled, “Laura. What are you doing here?”

He wasn’t even sure she was here. This felt like a hallucination.

Laura blinked long, faux-innocent lashes, and Travis felt his eyes narrow.

The brat.

“Didn’t anyone tell you? I’m a camp counsellor. I’m going to be staying at Hackett’s Quarry all summer.”

No. No one had told him anything, and he didn’t need any cop training or experience to smell that this was on purpose. Laura had hidden her intentions from him.

And now here she was, gift-wrapped in a pretty dress, her cornsilk hair glowing and her soft lips glossy and slightly parted, just for him.

And she’d be staying all summer?

Oh hell no.

***

Whoop! Time to get back to what the title of this fic is all about, baby. Werewolf bites and hot summer nights. Thank you so much for reading!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

#travis hackett #laura kearney #the quarry #hackearney #travis x laura #fanfiction #werewolf bites and hot summer nights

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Notes- Modern Star Wars pt.3

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-Thrawn and Ar'alani are adopted by Ba'kif

- Thooraki had originally adopted Thrawn, which is why his name is still Thrawn(because Chiss naming conventions), but Ba'kif adopted him after the latter's passing and didn't change Thrawn's name

- in this AU Thooraki passes when Thrawn is still sort of young (maybe 16-17) so Ba'kif's adoption is more a formality, and the chiss family adoption thing is a much more direct adoption/guardianship thing

-Ar'alani was disowned before Ba'kif adopted her (probably 10 or so, she's adopted much earlier than Thrawn) which is why her name isn't Ziara

- The Chiss Ascendancy is an island country up north of the AU planet, it's icy

- All three are military, probably air force, but Thrawn has quite the art hobby

- Thalias is Che'ri's foster mom, Thalias is an adopted cousin of Thrawn and Ar'alani

- the sky walkers (not skywalker family) are more like a girl scout(?) thing in this AU, maybe, I'm not quite sure what to do with them

- I sort of imagine it like a kind of foster sytem

- Che'ri becomes a pilot when she grows up, Thalias is a teacher

- Ani and Thrawn bump into eachother on a military mission (idk how military stuff works) and sorta keep in contact, this is how Thrawn winds up meeting the Ghost crew

-he visits Ani one day and Ezra's doing a project with the twins and meets Thrawn

- I started Thrawn, so now Eli is here😁 (note, there are 2 separate pathways for Thrawn and Eli's careers below)

- Eli and Thrawn met when Thrawn transfered to Courscant's military (some militaries allow their soldiers to serve under allies... or something like that... I think)

- Eli was doing a boot camp because why not and sort of got dragged into being Thrawn's translator*

- Thrawn eventually returns to the Ascendancy after a brief period, his exile in this is just him temporarily being deployed under Courscant

- OR some dumbass thought Thrawn's interest in other cultures made him a good, and I use this word loosely because it's Thrawn, diplomat and he met Eli while visiting to see how their military runs stuff

- in this AU Eli does get his wish of being a supply officer, but he mostly runs military supplies especially for things involving Thrawn (I don't know how anything military works, incase you couldn't tell)

- later he ends up resigning from his Republic job and joins the Ascendancy, being placed under Ar'alani who usually asigns him to Thrawn (they are a set, I refuse seperation)

- Alternatively, and while I lean towards this point as their canon AU occupations my previous points more closely align with canon so I've left them in, highschool math teacher Eli and Art theory professor Thrawn

- They meet completely by chance while Thrawn visits Lysatra to look at the local art and stuff, Eli is chauffering a trip and Thrawn ends up giving an analysis to the students

- Something in the museum sparks a conversation and Thrawn is exposed to Eli's numerical and mathematic genius, and he, in a very Thrawn fashion, suggests Eli pursue a career as a math professor

- Eli is very adamant that he's happy as a highschool math teacher, cut to him dealing with a group of teens trying to do something stupid, so Thrawn decides he wants to see what's so great about these kids and offers to do a small camp/ guest speaker thing for art and history (both of which he has degrees and published papers in)

- Thrawn cannot deal with teens, Eli is mildly amused until he somehow gets assigned as Thrawn's aide (why not the art or history teacher? I'll give you a hint, Si Bysti, because while it is a trade language Eli only knows it because his parents owned a shipment company)

- Tbf that could be an AU of its own, highschool math teacher Eli and art theory professor Thrawn

- In this route he would meet Anakin while doing research for one of his history papers on modern vs old strategies or something, Anakin was one of his sources

- alternatively alternatively, and this is more of a crack route, they could have a Castle thing going on. Maybe Eli is a police cadet and Thrawn is an artist that takes an intrest in drawing Eli while on duty

- seriously these Thrawn and Eli AUs could be a post of their own

- In this AU I would say the Republic works sort of like the U.S/Canada with the various territories being the main Star Wars planets that are under Republic/Empire rule (so Courscant, Naboo, Lothal, ect.)

- Ryloth would be a neighboring nation for example, same with Lysatra and Lira San, the unknown region is spread out throughout the world based on canon climate and are just fairly reclusive nations

*the reason for them being in two wildly different carrier places(Eli taking a random camp and Thrawn being in a proper military career) is because while neither of their ages are confirmed, I saw some thing guessing Eli is probably at least 17 in Thrawn and Thrawn is in his mid to late 20s in Ascendancy

#researcher s's notes #star wars #thrawn #eli vanto #ar'alani #ba'kif #che'ri #thalias #anikin skywalker #ezra bridger #rating unavailable

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While writing some notes for RoS, TPTB, and TYQ, I noticed an odd time discrepancy concerning a certain cliffhanger. So, I decided to comb over RoS, Sahmad’s Tale, TPTB, and TYQ to put together a more detailed timeline to help figure out when exactly everything occurs during those last two serials and where everyone is.

Helryx, Axonn, Brutaka, Artakha, Miserix, Tuyet, Lewa, Hafu, and Kapura all get cast out of the MU into space while Teridax is flying to Bara Magna. They’re then saved by Vezon who pulls them into the CGB’s fortress.

While they debate whether to free him, the BoBM occurs which takes several hours (the time it took Sahmad to travel north w/ Telluris and talk w/ Metus). Lewa gets bored and leaves after the BoBM ends, getting captured by naturalist Agori due to not receiving Mata Nui’s gift of how to understand their language.

Later that day (after the BoBM), Kopaka sees the GSB and Skakdi leave the MU w/ the Mahri and create a fortress on the coast of Aqua Magna while Sahmad, Telluris, and Metus (who travel to the Black Spike Mountains north of Roxtus) are captured by Annona. That night, the three of them are teleported w/ Anonna to outside the GSB’s fortress.

Annona feeding on the Skakdi causes the GSB to summon several nightmare creatures, breaking its hold on the Mahri. Sahmad and the GSB defeat her while Telluris dies and Metus escapes. Sahmad decides to return to the Iron Tribe homeland to pay his respects. The GSB promises they’ll meet again and that it and the Skakdi won’t be content w/ just their fortress.

At some point b/w the BoBM and the start of TYQ, Angonce observes the battle and its aftermath on his equipment. He goes to deactivate Marendar only to find that it has already escaped its vault.

After “many long nights”, Onua, Tahu, and Gali decide to send Gelu, Orde, Chiara, and Zaria north to Bota Magna to find the GBs and fulfill Mata Nui’s last wish while Tahu and Gali head w/ Ackar and Kiina to scout for a site for New Atero (Gali’s special mission that Onua mentions during TYQ and Gaaki during TPTB).

Days since the BoBM (Gaaki says that’s how long the evacuation of sea creatures from the MU has been taking, likely around the same time TYQ group leaves), Kopaka tells the Hagah to scout out the GSB’s fortress and find the Mahri before reporting back to him. If the Hagah run into the Mahri, it’ll be on their way there since they’ve already been freed.

Immediately after that, Lesovikk informs Kopaka and Pohatu about Karzahni’s breakout and goes after him. The two follow his tracks the next day and return Karzahni’s body to the camp as Tahu, Gali, Ackar, and Kiina return. They tell them they spotted Lesovikk heading north while on their way back.

Kopaka and Pohatu leave the next morning on mounts. After three days, they come across Tren Krom right after he is murdered, meet Gaardus, and are teleported to the Red Star.

Meanwhile, after “traveling for several days” on Sand Stalkers (also likely around the same time), TYQ group is captured by Kabrua. They are released outside the Vorox city the next day for them to be hunted. Gelu and Orde escape and find about the secret GB, while Chiara and Zaria are unaccounted for.

Some time after killing Tren Krom, Velika prepares a trap that’ll destroy the CGB’s fortress and kill everyone still inside, even though by this point, they were transported there around a week ago now (the only explanation I have is the CGB’s time manipulation power that he uses on Vezon in the Melding AU). Velika then starts carving a memorial for his victims.

Currently:

Helryx, Axonn, Brutaka, Artakha, Miserix, Tuyet, Hafu, Kapura, Vezon, and the CGB are at his fortress. Velika is outside the fortress. Lesovikk is 3-4 days north of the camp, likely near Tren Krom or the CGB’s fortress.

Gelu, Orde, Chiara, and Zaria are on Bota Magna outside the Vorox City trying to escape from Kabrua. Sahmad is likely on Bota Magna too (as is Lewa) or returning to the GSB.

Tahu, Gali, Onua, Ackar, and Kiina are still at the camp. The Hagah are likely 3-4 days away toward the GSB’s fortress, while the Mahri and Metus are likely nearby. The GSB is still at its fortress.

Kopaka and Pohatu are on the Red Star.

#bionicle #media analysis #the yesterday quest #the powers that be #timeline

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, tbz [ TEASER ]

FULL FIC

Y/n's stale love life gets a catalyst at the start of the autumn semester when two weeks earlier; her younger brother got egged on by his friend to post the box of secret love letters she has collected during 12 years. how does she handle the end of summer and five leaked love letters?

PAIRING ( 3rd pov, she/ her ) fem!reader x lee hyunjae, lee juyeon, ji changmin, kim sunwoo, eric sohn

GENRE, WARNINGS fluff, university!au, humor, to all the boys i loved before!au, 2000s and 2010s au, summer!au, sprinkle of angst, sporty people, nerdy people, parties, friends2lovers, childhood friends, bickering, slice of life, coming of age ( more info in full fic ! )

RELEASE DATE end of may

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT 10 - 17 k

TEASER WORD COUNT : about 500

this will be my fic for the @deoboyznet love letter collective event! ( idk if i should use the dbn tag since it’s just a teaser ) i've wanted to write a "to all the boys..." fic for so long and i'm finally doing it! if someone wants to be tagged for the full fic lmk!

like and reblog are highly encouraged!

THERE'S A THING YOU DO–OR SHE DOES AT LEAST–WHEN SOMETHING'S BEEN OCCUPYING YOUR MIND.

Dad told her once after an argument with a best friend to take a paper and a pen; then, let it out. Fold the paper, lay it in a box, and shelter under your bed.

It’s inherently the same concept as a diary she suppose. Though, somewhat more effective.

Nonetheless, from that first letter a series of what one can only describe as an uncontrolled teenage angst ensemble of love letters emerged over the course of twelve years.

...

There are five of them.

The first one is Lee Jaehyun, a three year older popular student who she had a trivial crush on in middle school (together with everyone else). In all honesty she didn’t know much about him; just that he was cute looking. There’s a sort of emotional torment in recalling her one sided adoration while leaned out the school window to see him play football. Even his name haunts her still in uni as her roommate had a crush on the shining hockey player the entire two semesters.

In short, everyone liked Lee Jaehyun.

Next is Eric Sohn, her childhood friend, the boy next door, her first love? He has many titles she realize. He lived in an impressive house north from hers, one that hosts many parties every time his parents take the trip to their summer resort. At some point, it felt like he knew every kid in town. Luckily for her; Y/n has never been the jealous type. Despite being each other’s ride or die since ten, Y/n has never confessed the secret ways she looked at him back in the sandbox.

Third is Sunwoo–just Sunwoo; she never got his last name–from summer camp who she even (jokingly) got married to. Her first summer at thirteen, away from her parents, with kids her age. When recalling it all back, that summer feels as if taken right out of a movie, and she fell head first, three meters deep with the boy. Sunwoo always stood in the center (bad and good…mostly bad tbh). They got paired up for the kayak; it pissed rained and their coordination couldn’t take them ten meters. But she remembers every word he said as butterfly inducing nonetheless. After that, at night they snuck out of their cabin’s to watch the stars. And when that summer too ended, she swore her heart shattered into million pieces.

The fourth is Lee Juyeon, a boy she had never seen before until his cat got pregnant by her own. Scuba Steve (long story) had been gone for some days until another family came up to their door with him. For half a year, it felt like she saw Lee Juyeon everyday. He was just as enchanted by kittens as her (if not more) and they would visit each other just to cuddle with them. Her teenage heart used to rush with the mere presence of him and they together named all the kittens–until they were sold off. Then they eventually stopped seeing each other. Though he still lurks around as a poet’s ghost around campus (source: Eric).

The last one, Ji Changmin, the son of her mother’s friend. He teached her calculus for a while in high school. To be fully transparent, she didn’t learn much from him that year because all she did was leaning on the kitchen table while adoring him until the rims of his glasses slipped. He always scolded her endearingly when she didn’t listen (which was the majority of the time). Ji Changmin always wore cute polos with neat pants–now when thinking about it, her mother might have approved if they got together. But it’s too late. He went to uni; and simply left her with a newfound thing for glasses (still wearing cute polos in uni).

And that's all five. She sometimes wonders if it was a mere symptom of youth that resulted in those letters. Since uni–outside a campus crush or two-–that compelling yearning for someone has never come back to her.

to be continued

#deoboyznet #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fluff #hyunjae imagines #juyeon imagines #ji changmin imagines #sunwoo imagines #eric sohn imagines #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 months

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Cabin Fics Masterlist

A Day Dream Away - making-paper-stars

Summary: Dan and Phil and both of their families go for a weekend away in a log cabin in the recluse of the Lake District.

a day in this life (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: They’re a million miles away from the life they had once led. Penthouses and fame have given way to a small cabin and basic necessities but they’re still them. Still Dan and Phil, as it should always ever be.

A million little suns (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan is just trying to get as far away from his home town as possible at Christmas when he gets stuck in a snow storm. He’s rescued by an enigmatic stranger who take him back to his cabin in the mountains. What Dan doesn’t know is that his rescuer is prolific, best-selling writer of erotica, Ricky Blitz. Will Dan end up with a porn-worthy situation all of his own? (hint: yes)

Porn with feels and some Christmas magic.

Anniversary (ao3) - dils_whisk

Summary: Summary: Dan and Phil spend their anniversary in a cabin by the fire and talk about how much they love each other.

Cabin in the Woods (ao3) - dip_and_pip_trash

Summary: Two bros, chilling in a cabin. What could possibly go wrong?

caught between the tides (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan is alone in a post apocalyptic world, following the coast of the sea and heading north, avoiding what’s left of humanity at all costs. until, desperate and losing hope, he stumbles across a cabin in the woods that isn’t quite as uninhabited as it first appears.

Christmas In The Cabins - dxnhowell

Summary: Established!Phan going on a trip to the cabins and spending their first night together dancing to Christmas tunes and making pizza.

Cold, Empty Mattresses and Falling Stars - phanlight

Summary: 2009 au where phil and his family own a campground/cabins in an area that is known for stargazing and phil has lived his entire life there, therefore knowing a lot about stars. dan and his family come from the city to said campground because dan is a nerd and asked to come there for his birthday.

Lakeside Lovin’ - phancyphanfiction

Summary: Dan and Phil have to pretend to be dating for 5 days while at Dan’s parents lake house family reuinion. But things get nawdee.

Operation Cupid - nebulous-frog

Summary: Dan and Phil are rival camp counsellors- Dan leads an aesthetic cabin and Phil’s cabin is just a mess of arts and crafts supplies and glitter. Maybe their campers can finally make them see how good they are together through a cunning plan they like to call “Operation Cupid”.

Sea Glass (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Phil arrives on the Isle of Man to house-sit at his family’s cabin while it’s repaired and sold. Except the cabin’s in far worse shape than expected, and Phil’s got to find somewhere else to stay (Phil POV)

the bear (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil rents a cabin in the Swedish woods and experiences a strange psychic connection with a bear. Not for kids.

The Stranger In The Woods - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is on his way to his friends house when a storm hits and he gets lost in the middle of the woods where there’s clearly no one around and no way for him to get help. At least, that’s what he thinks until he sees a cabin with lights on inside. Dan had been in a hurry before but after meeting the stranger who lives in the cabin, he might like to stay a bit longer.

Vacations, Hypochondriacs and a Little Bit of PTSD (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: Neither Dan or Phil saw this weekend as one to worry about. Dan was a great driver, even though he never really got a chance to show it, and when he asked their good friend Cat to borrow her car for a few days after Vidcon, of course, she trusted him with the keys.

where we belong (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: “Only you,” Martyn says.

“Only me what?”

“Only you could end up stranded in the middle of nowhere with a gay author who writes gay books. Jesus Christ, Phil.”

In which Phil is snowed in with nobody but the mysterious dark haired author next door for company.

Winter Cuddles (ao3) - goingintohiding (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan hates the cold. So of course he and Phil get snowed in at the cabin they rented. He’s miserable until he finds a warm someone to snuggle against.~ Fluffy first kiss phanfic <3

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #cabin #cabin masterlist

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simplicius-simplicissimus · 8 months

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Road Trip through Spain - Roadtrip durch Spanien

Source: Playa Montroig Camping Resort, Costa Dorada, Tarragona, Spain, [online] https://www.playamontroig.com/de/galeria

One of my older brothers loved to camp and traveled with his caravan to Spain almost every year from the 70s to the 90s. Over time, a campsite emerged that he and his wife particularly liked: Playa Montroig Camping Resort - about 140 km west of Barcelona. So in the mid 90s my younger brother and I packed my tent and camping gear into my beloved little Fiat Uno and headed towards Spain to experience this wondrous campsite for ourselves. After almost a week, however, we realized that a pure beach vacation is not really our thing - so we spontaneously packed everything up again and jetted further west: Valencia, Granada, Malaga/Marbella and Tarifa were our stops. From Tarifa we made trips to Gibraltar and even Tanger in Morocco (I set foot on African soil for the first and only time then).

But the highlight of the road trip for me was Granada and the visit to the Alhambra there (a Moorish fortress with a palace complex like in the fairy tales of 1001 Nights). Granada is located in the Spanish Sierra Nevada - the highest mountain range on the Iberian Peninsula. We spent the night there a bit off the road in our sleeping bags under the open sky and were rewarded with a fantastic sunrise the next morning. A few years before I saw the movie "El Cid" starring Charlton Heston and Sophia Loren about a medieval Spanish hero the Moorish called „El Cid“ (the master). The movie deals with the reconquest (Reconquista) of the Moorish areas of Spain by Christians. The Moors were Muslims, originally from North Africa, and were great patrons of science and art. They left beautiful buildings and parts of their high culture (e.g. use of spices) in Spain - and not only that: about 30% of the Spaniards have North African genes. The Reconquista lasted almost 800 years - i.e. large parts of Spain were owned by the Moors for a very long time. In 1492 the Reconquista ended with the surrender of the Alhambra fortress by the Moors to the Christians - so a place steeped in history! Moors and Jews living there were then forced to convert to Christianity or to leave the country. Today one would probably call it “ethnic displacement”. Another dark spot in European history.

Source: La rendicion de Granada (The Surrender of Granada), Francisco Pradilla Ortiz, 1882, Public Domain - in 1492, Boabdil, the last Moorish king of Granada, hands over his kingdom to the Spanish royal couple Ferdinand and Isabella.

Einer meiner älteren Brüder liebte es zu campen und reiste von den 70igern bis 90igern fast jedes Jahr mit seinem Wohnwagen nach Spanien. Mit der Zeit kristallisierte sich dabei ein Campingplatz heraus, den er und seine Frau besonders mochten: Playa Montroig Camping Resort - ca. 140 km westlich von Barcelona. Mitte der 90iger packten deshalb mein jüngerer Bruder und ich mein Zelt mitsamt Campingausrüstung in meinen innig geliebten, kleinen Fiat Uno und düsten in Richtung Spanien, um diesen wundersamen Campingplatz selbst zu erleben. Nach einer knappen Woche stellten wir jedoch fest, dass ein reiner Strandurlaub nicht ganz unser Ding ist - so packten wir spontan wieder alles zusammen und düsten weiter gen Westen: Valencia, Granada, Malaga/Marbella und Tarifa waren unsere Stationen. Von Tarifa aus unternahmen wir Trips nach Gibraltar und sogar Tanger in Marokko (ich betrat damals das erste und bisher einzige Mal afrikanischen Boden).

Das Highlight des Roadtrips war für mich jedoch Granada und der Besuch der dortigen Alhambra (eine maurische Festung mit Palastanlage wie aus den Märchen von 1001 Nacht). Granada liegt in der spanischen Sierra Nevada - dem höchsten Gebirge der iberischen Halbinsel. Wir übernachteten dort etwas abseits von der Strasse in unseren Schlafsäcken unter freiem Himmel und wurden mit einem fantastischen Sonnenaufgang am nächsten Morgen belohnt. Ein paar Jahre zuvor habe ich den Film „El Cid“ mit Charlton Heston und Sophia Loren über einen spanischen Helden des Mittelalters gesehen, den die Mauren „El Cid“ (den Meister) nannten. Der Film thematisiert die Rückeroberung (Reconquista) der von den Mauren besetzten Gebiete Spaniens durch die Christen. Die Mauren waren Muslime, stammten ursprünglich aus Nordafrika und waren grosse Förderer von Wissenschaft und Kunst. Sie liessen in Spanien wunderschöne Bauten und ein Teil ihrer hohen Kultur (z.B. Verwendung von Gewürzen) zurück - und nicht nur das: ca. 30% der Spanier haben nordafrikanische Gene. Die Reconquista dauerte fast 800 Jahre - d.h. grosse Teile Spaniens waren eine sehr lange Zeit in Besitz der Mauren. 1492 endete die Reconquista mit der Übergabe der Alhambra-Festung durch die Mauren an die Christen - also ein recht geschichtsträchtiger Ort! Mauren und dort lebende Juden wurden danach gezwungen zum Christentum zu konvertieren oder das Land zu verlassen. Heute würde man das wohl „ethnische Vertreibung“ nennen. Ein weiterer, dunkler Fleck europäischer Geschichte.

-Simplicius Simplicissimus

#traveling #reisen #spain #spanien #granada #alhambra #moors #christians #mauren #christen #reconquista #movies #filme #el cid

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our-flag-means-death-ao3feed · 1 year

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What the Water Wants

by anneiled

Written for the Fate and Fortune Fic Challenge, in the North Star AU. After Izzy graduates college, he and Ed go camping at Itasca State Park to get some time alone in the woods. Ed is trying to figure out how to balance being soft and cruel in his relationship to Izzy; Izzy is figuring out the next steps in his life, both with and without Ed. I tried some experimental things with writing in this fic, and there's a little bit of mixed media but not like The Tender Gesture Says. This fic will make the most sense if you've already read that. Hope you enjoy.

Tags will be updated as chapters are released. I'm going to try to post a chapter each day till this is complete.

Words: 880, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of North Star: OFMD Minneapolis/Gay Bar AU

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Israel Hands

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands

Additional Tags: Trans Israel Hands, trans izzy, Camping, Spanking, Slapping, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Nipple Piercings

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42837399

#Our flag means death #ofmd

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autisticassassinbird · 2 years

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The places I based each area in my Star Wars Rebels cats AU on:

Coruscant - generic large city like New York or Boston, The Lightclan camp is based off a Hindu temple.

Lothal - North American Great Plains/prairies and Indian savannahs

Garel - pontic-caspian steppe

Stygeon Prime - Swiss Alps

Kallar - Rocky Mountain subalpine pine forests

Ryloth - badlands

Arkanis - mediterranean beaches

Asteroid/Kashyyk - California redwood forests

Chrona - arctic tundra

Mygeeto - limestone seaside cliffs

Kardoa - grand canyon national park

Mustfar - volcanic areas

Kamino - still trying to figure this one out. Maybe temperate rainforest?

Gorse - I'm thinking maybe montane cloud forests? Any suggestions would be welcome.

#my post #au #star wars rebels #warriors au

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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Camp North Star - August 15th

AFAB!Reader x Hirai Momo x Minatozaki Sana x Park Jihyo

Word Count: 7166

Contents: foursome, truth or dare, fingering, dom!Momo, dom!Jihyo, sub!reader, implied switch!Sana, teasing, hair pulling, use of titles (Mommy, Mistress), use of pet names (baby), breast play, clit stimulation, tribbing, choking, slight scratching, oral (reader receiving), praise, over-stimulation, crying

You dried off your body as you sat up on the deck of the pool in the dark. Momo, Sana, and Jihyo were all climbing out from the evening swim you’d taken. You looked at your watch, knowing that Momo and Sana couldn’t stay out too late, not when Nayeon had so graciously agreed to watch their campers, but only for a bit.

Jihyo threw you each a boogie board to sit on instead of the hard concrete and you relaxed back in the warm August night. A breeze was blowing through but it only carried more hot air, though it felt perfect for drying off.

“That was fun,” Sana chimed. “We should do that more often.”

“We can only get Nayeon to babysit so many times,” Momo chuckled.

“I can only do this sparingly,” Jihyo said. “I mean I don’t think Hongseok would be that mad, but if Seungcheol caught us…”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, laying your towel over the boogie board and sitting on it. “Hongseok is getting to be a bit more of a stick in the mud in his old age.”

“You say that like you didn’t fuck him in his office,” Jihyo laughed.

“Shut up,” you giggled, throwing a stray boogie board at her which she managed to catch anyway.

“Didn’t you say something about the showers after?” Jihyo questioned.

“We didn’t do anything in the showers,” you said, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Yeah,” said Sana. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck them in the showers.” Everyone laughed at her comment.

“That explains why you came back with wet hair the other day.” Momo said.

“At least tonight we have towels,” you chuckled.

“I might have forgotten the towels,” Sana confessed with a sheepish grin, blushing while Jihyo and Momo burst into laughter.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute, Sana,” Momo giggled.

“It’s a good thing Minji was willing to bring us towels,” you chuckled.

“Well luckily everyone can dry off comfortably now,” Jihyo said. “How much later do you guys wanna stay?”

“We still have time,” Momo said. “Nayeon said she would stay until just before lights out, she’s checking the cabins tonight anyway so as long as we’re back by 10 we’re fine.”

“We could play a game,” You offered.

“Ohhhh we could play truth or dare,” Sana said excitedly.

“That ought to be interesting,” Momo chuckled.

“Why not?” you laughed. You could already tell Sana was plotting ideas. She was bound to make it sexual right out of the gate but you didn’t mind all that much. It would at least be fun. You were feeling slightly better now. Things were still far from normal between you and Wonwoo but at the very least you could hold a casual conversation again without it feeling massively awkward or like pulling teeth to get an answer. So that was something.

“So long as it doesn’t get too out of hand,” Jihyo said, chewing on her lip.

“See now you sound like Seungcheol,” Momo teased.

“I do not,” she whined. “I’m fun!”

“Fine, then truth or dare?” Momo asked.

“Truth.”

“Figures.”

Jihyo grabbed a nearby pool noodle to whack Momo. “Just ask me a question.”

“Is it true you guys have orgies in Cabin Hydrus?”

Even in the moonlight you could see Jihyo blush deeply. “I-I wouldn’t call them orgies.”

You and Sana squealed while Momo laughed.

“If you’re all having sex than it’s an orgy,” Momo said.

“Hold on, why was I not invited?” You asked.

“You’re not in the cabin,” Jihyo said.

“Yeah but we’re in the same department,” you whined.

“Okay but you’re in a boat usually,” Sana said. “They like to get wet.”

“Okay okay,” Jihyo said, trying to hush you all a bit. “Momo, truth or dare?”

“Dare because I’m not afraid.”

“Whisper a secret to me.”

“Oh my god, you are getting boring,” Momo said, crawling over to her. You couldn’t hear what she said but you saw the look of surprise that crossed Jihyo’s face as she heard the secret.

“Wait really?” Jihyo asked. Momo nodded with a slight grin.

“What was it?” Sana pouted.

“Sorry, can’t tell you,” Momo giggled. “She should have told me to tell the whole group.” Momo looked at you. “Truth or dare?”

“I’ll go with dare.”

“Take your top off.”

You felt heat rush to your skin as the others giggled. “Hold on, you just had to whisper a secret and I have to take my tits out?”

“You really should be prepared for anything,” She shrugged. “You can switch the truth, but only once.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you muttered, pulling down the straps on your bathing suit top. You didn’t look any of them in the eye as you took your arms out of the straps and pushed it down just enough to rest under your breasts, thankful for the warm night so the air didn’t chill you.

You would have thought by this point in the summer this wouldn’t feel so embarrassing and yet…

“Okay, Sana,” you said, very aware of how she was now staring at your chest. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmmmmm truth,” She said.

“Ummm,” you wracked your brain for a good question. “How many times have you faked an orgasm?”

“I never fake an orgasm!” she said. “I want them to know if they do a bad job.”

Momo nudged her hard and gave her a pointed look.

“Okay, well I don’t anymore.”

You and Jihyo snorted.

“Some people just cannot figure out how to get me off, not like it’s that hard,” she muttered. “Anyway, Jihyo, truth or dare?”

“I don’t trust you at all,” Jihyo said.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Sana grinned. “And you said truth last time.”

“Fine, dare.”

“Perfect,” she smiled brightly. “I dare you to do a pole dance with an imaginary pole.”

Jihyo flushed red, visible even in the darkness, as she stood up. You tried for a moment to forget about how bare you were as you watched her in all of her embarrassment, trying to be sexy while Sana hummed music and Momo giggled. She was quick to sit back down, letting her hair partially fall in her face.

Jihyo said your name. “Truth or dare?”

“I’m going for truth this time,” you said.

“What’s your body count for this summer?”

“Oh geez,” you said, looking up at the sky. “Give me a second.” The girls all giggled as you counted out on your fingers, trying to remember everyone. “Wait is it just sex or anyone I’ve fooled around with?”

“Include anyone you fooled around with,” Said Sana.

“Then, god I think it’s 18?” You said, hoping you weren’t forgetting anyone. “That kinda blows Soonyoung out of the water.”

“Congrats,” snickered Momo. “You’re the resident whore.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, grabbing a wayward pool noodle and whacking her with it as she giggled.

“Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Hmmm dare,” she said.

You grinned. “I dare you to play with your nipples for the rest of the game.”

Sana giggled while Jihyo looked between you two, a little panicked. “See when I said not to get out of hand-”

“You say that like it’s hard,” Momo chuckled, pinching her nipples through her swimsuit top and rolling them slowly, clearly more than happy to be giving herself pleasure. “Sana, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said easily.

“Show us a fake orgasm.”

“You guys!” Jihyo hissed.

Sana blushed, biting down on her finger coyly. “You really wanna see it?”

“Oh shut up and do it,” you laughed, nudging her knee with your foot. Jihyo was looking over her shoulder towards the camp building, clearly worried someone would notice your increasingly risque game.

Sana, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care. She rested back on her elbows before letting out a moan, legs rubbing together and squirming as if she was actually experiencing pleasure. You watched as her mouth fell open, brows knitting together and eyes falling closed as her back arched and she let out very convincing moans that climbed higher and higher in her voice.

You couldn’t help the way it sent thrills of arousal through your body. You shifted a little, pressing your thighs together as you watched and listened to her. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Momo pinching her own nipples a little harder and Jihyo biting down on her bottom lip.

Sana drew her knees up close to her, head falling back in a beautiful, high cry as she “finished,” even managing to have her legs shaking a little and letting out heavy breaths as she opened her eyes. Whether she still did it or not in bed, she was very good at it.

“O-Okay,” Said Jihyo. “Maybe not so loud,” she glanced over her shoulder again, trying to shift her thighs inconspicuously. “B-But let’s keep playing.”

“Okay,” purred Sana. “Truth or dare?” Her voice was much more sultry and it was doing you no favours. By the looks of it you weren’t alone in that.

“Uh, dare?” Jihyo said.

Sana grinned, “I dare you to give me a hickey.” Jihyo seemed surprised at the relatively tame request but Momo was eyeing Sana.

“You are such a whore,” she snickered.

“I’ve done nothing,” Sana said innocently, batting her eyelashes as Jihyo crawled towards her. She rested back as Jihyo kissed low on her chest, pushing down the top of her swimsuit before sucking the skin between her lips.

Sana let her head fall back, letting out a moan, you hugged your knees to your chest, shifting again as more heat started to pool between your legs. She was putting on a show now, and you were sure the whole goal was to rile all of you up. It was working too. Somewhere in the back of your mind you questioned how you had become friends with so many people that liked to initiate orgies.

Jihyo pulled back, a fresh, dark bruise blossoming on Sana’s chest. Sana smiled at her cutely.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

You bit down on your lip as you watched Jihyo taking a deep breath, looking like she could just about devour Sana but restraining herself instead and sitting back on her heels.

“Momo,” Jihyo sniffed, regaining her composure. “Truth or dare?”

“I haven’t picked truth yet,” her voice still sounded even but the way she subtly squirmed her body told you she was very much turned on.

Jihyo sighed, thinking for a moment. “Tell us about one of your favourite porn tropes.”

“See that’s a good question,” she smirked. “I really love the ones where a group of girls all gang up on one girl. Sometimes they’re cheerleaders, maybe lifeguards. The all hold down the one girl and make her cum until she can’t think of anything else and it’s the best fuck she’s ever had.”

Whether she was trying to toy with Sana or Jihyo you didn’t know but you did know that it was getting to you. Without warning your brain started swimming in images of the three of them surrounding you, all pleasuring you at once. Your fingers curled into the hem of your swimsuit as more asorual rushed through your body at the sudden but not unwelcome mental images.

What you absolutely could have done without though, was the whimper that escaped your lips.

You quickly looked around at all three of them, feeling heat licking at your skin and suddenly wishing for a cool breeze. None of them said a word about your outburst, but the looks on their faces made it clear they had all heard you.

“Sana,” Momo said. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmm, truth,” she said.

Momo nodded towards you with a smug look on her face. “If you could do anything to them right now, what would you do?”

“H-Hey!” You cried, curling in on yourself. Momo was definitely just trying to mess with you now. Jihyo, however, just bit her lip, invested in whatever Sana was going to say.

“I just want to eat them out,” she smirked, though her voice was sweet. “I only got such a little taste last time. I just want to push them back and hold their legs open and taste them. I want them dripping on my tongue. I want to know just how wet they’ve been getting watching everything.”

You knew that Sana knew she was making it worse. You did your best to hold still but something about having others around emboldened her. She was far less sweet and far more teasing. You could feel the others with their eyes on you even though your gaze was locked with Sana’s.

Heat licked at your skin as it curled down your spin. You knew you were wet at this point, though your body had long dried from the pool. But the more they talked the more your need grew, even if you were determined to hide just how much everything was affecting you.

“Does that sound good to you?” Sana asked sweetly.

“It sounds fine.” Your voice was so breathy and obviously turned on it wasn’t even funny. Sana looked so very proud of herself as Momo and Jihyo regarded you with the gazes of lionesses just waiting to pounce on their prey.

“Truth or dare?” Sana asked sweetly.

There was no good option at this point.

“Dare?”

A smirk curled Sana’s lips. “I dare you to finger yourself.”

It was a mark of how much the mood had shifted that nobody giggled. Jihyo looked mildly surprised, though more interested in if you would actually do it. Momo was unphased, only expectant.

You felt your skin burning as you looked down.

“C-Come on,” you mumbled. “You already made me half strip.”

“Well if you’re going to forfeit,” Sana said.

“That’d be no fun,” Momo added. “Sana even showed us a fake orgasm.”

“You made Momo play with her nipples,” Sana said.

“Okay,” you said. You spread your legs just the smallest bit, hyper aware of the way they were watching you. You bit down on your lip as you pushed your hand into your swimsuit bottoms. One hand came up to hold your breast, if for no other reason than to cover you a little bit. You slipped your hand down until your fingers found your clit, biting back the moan that threatened to leave your lips at the touch. Of course you were already wet and sensitive, of course it was going to be harder to keep yourself quiet now.

“Wh-Who wants to be-”

“Hold on,” Jihyo stopped you from moving the game along. Apparently she wanted in on the fun now too. “Are you fingering yourself or just touching yourself?”

“I-I”

“Oh naughty,” Sana chided. “The dare was to finger yourself.”

“I know that,” you mumbled. They were all shifting a little closer now, watching you intently. You couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement from all the attention. Some part of you wanting even more and your mind refusing to stop playing images of them taking you all at once. Your own finger slid lower. You were still covering yourself shyly as much as you could as you pressed the finger into your heat.

No amount of lip biting or self control could stop the moan that left your lips. Each of them pressed even closer to you as you stopped moving your finger, face burning and butterflies in your stomach. Jihyo reached out to touch you, rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“Sh-Should we move on?” You asked quietly, already knowing the game was long gone from everyone’s minds.

“You’ve barely shown us anything,” Momo said. “You need to properly finger yourself.”

“You need to let us see,” Sana smirked, settling right next to you, her hand landing on your knee. Your body tensed a little but Jihyo hushed you and as you relaxed the two of them pulled your legs apart to see you properly as you slowly curled your finger inside yourself, only doing so halfheartedly and trying to make sense of your overwhelming feelings. You were embarrassed beyond belief but you also couldn’t deny that the ways they were looking at you, the light touches of Sana’s and Jihyo’s fingers, the attention, was turning you on even more. It had you clenching around your finger.

It was no secret to yourself that you wanted this to continue.

“Looks like one part of your suit didn’t quite dry,” Momo murmured. Her fingers reached out to trace the edge of your swimsuit at the apex of your thigh. You took in a sharp breath at the feeling, some part of your brain wondering if you should outright ask them for more.

“I-I It’s still wet,” you mumbled.

“Are you sure it’s still wet?” Jihyo purred, leaning in a little closer to your ear. “Are you sure it’s not freshly wet?”

“It’s- I mean-”

“It’s not very nice to lie to us,” Momo added, sounding more stern than Jihyo had.

“I think we’ll need to see for ourselves.” Sana added.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t know what she was getting at, or where this seemed to be headed. Still, you looked at Sana with wide eyes at her suggestion as Momo hooked her fingers into the waist of your swimsuit bottoms. Sana simply gave you a smirk and Momo looked up at you expectantly. You looked over at Jihyo and she brought her hand up to caress your cheek.

“Can you show us?” She asked softly, really looking to see if you wanted to continue. You nodded slowly for her and she grinned.

Momo pulled off the bottoms of your swimsuit and you let your hand fall away, pulling your finger away from your core. Jihyo shifted partially behind you, pulling off the top of your swimsuit and leaving you bare as they spread your legs again. Each of them let out a moan or whine at the sight of your body and your glistening core. You only took a quick peek at your own pussy before looking away, unable to shake the shyness nor the embarrassment and very aware that they only made you hornier.

“You look so pretty,” Sana moaned, fingers dragging through your folds and sparking pleasure inside you. Jihyo sat behind you, leaning you back against her as Momo ran her fingers over your thighs.

“Fuck, and you got me all turned on, too,” you said, breathiness finally showing in her voice.

“You two could put on a nice little show for them,” Jihyo murmured. “I think I need to help them with their fingering technique.”

Momo was almost rough as she grabbed Sana’s hair, earning a moan from Sana as she pulled her closer. You watched Momo strip off her swimsuit in the moonlight, throwing it aside. Your eyes couldn’t help but rove over her form, the way her hair cascaded down her back, the swell of her breasts, down to her waist and the curve of her hips as she seated herself, spreading her legs and pulling Sana closer.

Sana kissed her feverishly, wasting no time in sinking two fingers into Momo’s awaiting core. Momo let out a moan, knee falling to the side so you could see just what Sana was doing as she started to finger her.

“They look good, don’t they,'' Jihyo hummed, her hand wrapped around you and her fingers found your clit, teasing you lazily.

“Th-They do,” you whimpered, squirming in her grasp. You were already very turned on and the pressure she put on your small bundle of nerves was easily making you wetter and needier. Your whole body felt hot as you melted back into her, desiring nothing more than more of her touch.

Jihyo brought a hand up to your chest.

“You and Sana are turning out to be a lot of fun,” she purred. “Momo is certainly enjoying her.”

Momo let out a moan, her fingers tangled firmly in Sana’s hair as her head fell back. She pushed Sana’s head down roughly and Sana took one of Momo’s nipples into her mouth, sucking on it. Her fingers curled into Momo quickly and you could imagine, could remember how good it felt.

“And you're just too cute,” Jihyo teased. You let out a whimper as she tugged on your nipple, fingers pressing a little harder against your clit and circling just a little faster. Not fully giving you what you craved.

“You are so adorable when you get shy,” She said, making you look away from her. “Even now when I’ve got your legs open. You’re all spread out to the world and you’re still being shy for me. It’s just precious.”

Her words were only turning you on more as you squirmed, trying to rock you hips against her hand for more. The sight in front of you was incredibly arousing, and the way Jihyo moved her fingers had tension building in your body already. Even still, your core was very aware of what it was missing and you found your hands curling into the towel under you as you wondered if Jihyo would try and tell you off for fingering yourself.

“You’ve got such cute tits,” she hummed, tugging on your nipple again. “Does it feel good when I get a little rough with you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Come on,” she said, squeezing your breast roughly. “You know I have a title.”

“Y-Yes Mommy,” the words dripped from your lips just the way arousal dripped from your cunt. The word managed to turn you on even more, something about the feeling of it leaving your lips was making your head spin. You were starting to feel desperate, squirming more in her grasp as the tension in your body built slowly, but not as fast as you wanted it.

“Very good,” Jihyo hummed. “You should look at your cute little pussy, baby.”

You whined at the pet name, somehow even in this state your brain still had the capacity for shame, though you were sure it wouldn’t take too long before that was gone too. Still, you looked down at your pussy just as she said. Even the moonlight you could see how much her touch was affecting you, already a little swollen from her teasing.

It just made you want to cum even more. Momo’s moans and curses weren’t letting up and Sana was letting out moans of her own, particularly each time Momo pulled her hair. Her ass and thighs kept shifting and rolling as they searched for some kind of friction while she fucked Momo with her fingers.

Their sounds were filling your mind and making you clench around the utter nothing in your cunt. Even though you could get to your high eventually, it was clear Momo was getting closer to hers and you were still frustratingly far from your own, wanting Jihyo to go a little harder, a little faster, instead of taking her time.

You reached a hand between her legs. There was no way she wouldn’t notice, but maybe-

Jihyo grabbed your wrist sharply, pulling your hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.

“I w-want to cum,” you mumbled pitifully.

“So I’m not doing a good job?” She questioned.

“N-No you-”

“You have to do it yourself? I’m not treating you well?”

“N-No th-that’s not- I-I just wanted-” You were shrinking into her, complete putty in her hands now. She was making you feel good, just not fast enough. “I-I want to cum now.”

“I see,” she said. For a moment you were afraid she would pull away and you thought it might just make you cry if she didn’t give you any more attention. But her hand came back to your clit, rubbing much more roughly as her other hand moved to play with your other nipple roughly.

“I’m so nice to you, baby,” she said. “I’ll make you cum. I’ll make sure we keep you cumming until I think you’ve had enough. Does that sound good?”

“Y-Yes Mommy,” you moaned, back arching as tension started through your body, winding you tight. Jihyo’s fingers teased your nipple roughly and her hand didn’t let up on your clit.

“You’re going to cum for me just like this,” she said. “I’m not putting anything inside of you. Your greedy little pussy will just have to wait.”

“Mhm,” your whine was high in your voice as your hips ground and rolled up against her fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut but you could hear Momo moaning out as she came on Sana’s fingers.

“And you’ll be grateful for every orgasm we give you, tonight,” Jihyo said, warning in her tone.

“Yes Mommy,” you breathed, feeling your whole body pulling tight, every muscle tensed as she brought you right to your edge.

“Then cum for me, baby.”

You cried out as you came, legs trembling but you managed to hold them open. You hips ground in circles as she kept teasing your clit and tugging roughly on your nipples while pleasure washed over you, enveloping your senses.

“Th-Thank you, Mommy,” you already knew you had made a mistake tonight and you didn’t want to make more. Her fingers kept teasing you, though much slower. It was still enough to have you jolting and squirming and whimpering in her grasp as she looked up at Momo and Sana.

“Momo,” she called.

You opened your eyes, seeing Momo smirking at you. “Yes?”

“I’d love some time to play with Sana,” Jihyo said. “But they’re just so desperate to keep cumming.” She squeezed your thighs. “They nearly started touching themselves. Do you think you can come over here and help them?”

“Of course,” Momo grinned, releasing Sana’s hair. Jihyo moved away and you managed to sit up as Momo came over and took her place. She was gentle as she rested her legs on either side of you but you knew it wouldn’t last long with how she was with Sana. You bit down on your lip, holding in your whimpers as she dragged her nails over your skin while you watched Jihyo pull off her swimsuit, instructing Sana to do the same. Sana scrambled to follow her lead as you felt Momo’s fingers trail towards your core.

Jihyo gently sat Sana back and spread her legs. You bit down on your lip as you watched Jihyo lower herself onto Sana, starting to grind her pussy against Sana’s and holding onto her leg for support. Sana let out a cute, whiny moan, while Jihyo let out a low groan, leaning forwards to stick a finger in Sana’s mouth and murmuring something to her that you couldn’t hear.

You gasped as you felt Momo spreading your lower lips with one hand and finding you clit with the other. She looked down over your shoulder as she tapped her fingers against your clit quickly. Even though it wasn’t too rough you were already sensitive and the sensation made you squirm and whimper and grip her thighs for support.

“Oh, so sensitive,” Momo teased, rubbing your clit before tapping it again. “It was naughty of you to try and play with yourself.”

“I-I know,” you whimpered.

“Now you better be good for us, can you do that? Can you be good for Mommy and Mistress?”

“Y-Yes Mistress,” you gasped taking her cue. Your legs threatened to close but Momo wasn’t having it.

“Keep them open,” she growled. “I want to see how swollen your pretty little cunt gets when I make you cum.”

“Y-Yes M-Mistress,” You managed, your voice only getting whinier.

“Maybe I should make you cum just like this? What would you say?” She was toying with you, you knew it. But you also knew better than to be a brat at the moment.

“Th-Th- I would- I’d say thank y-you, M-Mistress,” you whimpered, your hips trying to pull away from the quick taps against your sensitive clit. Each one sending an intense jolt of pleasure through your body. But you could only back up into Momo. You had to take it, even though it was already intense and you were only just starting to build to your second orgasm.

“Good job, baby,” she hummed. “Is that what you want?”

You squirmed and whined. Was it a trick or could you actually tell her that your pussy was so frustratingly empty. That you needed something in it.

“You can tell me the truth,” she murmured.

“I-I want s-something inside me,” you moaned, letting out a squeal as her taps got a little bit rougher.

“I can do that for you, baby,” she purred. Finally her fingers relented, one hand slipping down to your core and easily pressing two fingers into you. You moaned out embarrassingly loudly as she curled his fingers into you. After so much waiting the feeling of being full of something was so welcome. Momo’s other hand came up your body and you gasped as she wrapped it around your throat.

“Why don’t you watch the show while I fuck you,” Momo said, squeezing your throat lightly as you brought your eyes up to look at Sana and Jihyo.

Sana’s head had fallen back and her chest was heaving as she gripped Jihyo’s hips. She looked as if she was just on her edge. Though her fake moans had been good, they were nothing compared to the whines and cries falling off her lips now.

Jihyo was grinding down on her hard, moans cascading off her own lips between cooing at Sana and the look of pleasure on her face. She had Sana’s leg up in the air, holding onto it for support while the other rested on Sana’s waist as she chased her high.

You moaned, clenching around Momo’s fingers as they started to fuck into you fast. There was no gentleness to it, moving quickly and nipping at your ear playfully when you let out a broken moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” She teased.

“F-Fuck,” your eyelids were heavy as your body started to tense again. Your legs were already shaking and you were clenching around her fingers as she brought you towards your second orgasm. Momo’s hand squeezed around your throat and your eyes flew open.

“What was that?” She growled.

“Y-Yes Mistress. Thank you M-Mistress,” you whined quickly, trying to save face.

“You just can’t quite behave today, can you?” Momo said. Her hand dropped from your neck as Sana started to cum, crying out and shaking underneath Jihyo who was still grinding on her hard.

Momo’s fingers were relentless, fucking into your fast and rough and making your own legs shake. She brought her other hand down to your clit and you cried out as she started to rub it roughly, only able to press back into her as the intense feeling coursed through your body and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Poor baby, are you too sensitive for this? Did I make your poor little cunt too sensitive?” She cooed.

You nodded, unable to give her proper words in response. But you just heard Momo chuckle as you squirmed and wriggled in her grasp.

“That’s too bad, I’m not done with you yet.”

Curses and moans fell off your lips at the nearly overwhelming feeling as she played with your clit just as roughly as her fingers fucked you. Your body tensed as you got close to your edge again. You could hear Jihyo’s moans as she came, which only made you clench around Momo’s fingers more. She nipped at your neck.

“Come on, baby.” She murmured. “Cum again, cum for me.”

You cried out, unable to keep your legs open as your body released. Pleasure coursed through you and you shook from the force of your orgasm, grasping at the towel beneath you and squeezing your eyes shut as Momo brought you through your orgasm.

You were tired and twitching when she finally let up. She was gentle as she pushed your legs open again, only to start tapping her fingers against your clit again.

You couldn’t tell if it was harder than before but it didn’t matter. You were so sensitive that the feeling was verging on painful, but not quite. Even if it was a lot, it still felt good.

“Th-Th- Thank you M-M-Mistress,” you managed as Sana and Jihyo came closer.

“I hope you know I’m not done with you yet,” Momo murmured as she let you lay back on the towel. Sana and Jihyo came to sit on either side of you and you gently reached out to touch them both, finding a spot on each of their thighs as you looked up at Jihyo.

“Can you handle some more, baby?” Jihyo asked.

You nodded, your brain struggling to form words. The nod seemed good enough for her though as she threw some sort of glance at Momo. You felt her push your legs back, opening them wide as you laid on your back and you whimpered, already knowing what was coming.

“Shhh,” Jihyo hushed you as she took your hand, rubbing soothing circles into the back of it. “You’re doing so well.”

“And you look so pretty,” Sana added, lying down with you to kiss at your neck. “I still wanna taste you,” she hummed against your skin.

Your mind spun at the idea. You weren’t sure you could handle that much more, but for as overwhelming as it felt, it was also so good. You hadn’t felt this good in a while and you knew when they were done with you you would feel so utterly satisfied.

Sana kissed down to take one of your nipples into her mouth as Momo pressed three fingers into you and drew her tongue over your over-sensitive clit.

Your body jolted and tried to buck up against her as you cried out from the intensity. Momo held you down as she started fingering you quickly again, her tongue lapping over your clit and sending shockwaves through your body each time she did.

Jihyo leaned down over you. “You poor thing, I bet you’re so sensitive now.”

“Y-Yes M-Mommy,” you gasped, gazing up at her. You moaned, back arching off the ground as she took your unattended nipple between her fingers and started rolling it.

“I know, baby,” she cooed. “But you are just so much fun to play with. You sound so cute.”

“You’re so soft,” Sana murmured against you before sucking on your nipple again.

Jihyo threaded her free hand into your hair gently, tilting your head to look at her.

“If it’s too much, just tell me,” her voice was a little more serious. You knew she was checking again, making sure they weren’t pushing you too far. Despite how overwhelming the touch was starting to feel each oragsm that they brought you was better. And your sensitive body was so much faster now, already you could feel the tightening in your core, your body getting tense as your third orgasm approached.

“I-I like it, M-Mommy,” you moaned.

Jihyo smirked down at you, tugging your nipple a little more roughly. “Perfect, baby.”

You panted and moaned and took in the sounds they made. Sana’s were quiet, small sighs and whimpers against your skin, punctuated by words.

“You’re so pretty,” she hummed. “I want to taste you so bad. Everything about you is so divine.”

Her praise only had you clenching around Momo’s fingers more as they fucked into you. Momo let out moans against your core, if only to send the vibrations careening through your nearly fucked out body. She seemed to like it when you squirmed or bucked your hips, holding you still with more force.

The lewd, wet sounds of her fingers fucking you and her tongue lapping at your clit was only adding to everything you were feeling. Your fingers curled around the towel, your other hand grabbing at Sana and holding her close as your body trembled and you managed to look up at Jihyo.

“Are you going to cum for us again, baby?” She grinned.

You could only manage to nod at her, no words forming in your head. Jihyo still played with your hair sweetly.

“Good, cum for us baby.”

You let out a broken cry as you came on Momo’s fingers again. Your cunt squeezed around them tightly as she sucked at your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your back tried to arch up, stopped only by Sana pressing you down as she kept sucking at your nipple. Jihyo played with your other nipple teasing it as you rode through your orgasm until you were twitching and gasping, eyes unable to open.

Momo pulled away from you gently and you laid there, panting as Sana moved away too. Very gently, Jihyo lifted you up a little, laying you back on her but not fully sitting you up, lounging back. You felt Sana pushing your legs up and you whimpered, head lolling to one side. You knew she wanted to taste you but you didn’t know if you could take another orgasm.

Jihyo pressed a kiss under your ear as she and Momo pulled your thighs back until they were nearly flush with your chest.

“All you have to say is stop,” she whispered to you. You felt Sana pressing kisses near your core and Momo trailing her fingers over your legs and hips, but they all gave you a moment to think. You managed to open your eyes, gazing down at Sana’s sweet, hopeful expression and feeling arousal course through you.

How were you still needy? You didn’t know. But you did love the attention they were showering you in. It was so nice, felt so good. You bit your lip, taking in the sight of how swollen your pussy was from so much stimulation.

“Just a little more,” you mumbled.

Momo pressed close to you, lips brushing against yours and pressing your thigh more firmly against you as Sana pressed her face closer, her tongue dipping into your dripping core.

“I thought so,” She murmured. “You’re still needy, aren’t you?”

Jihyo chuckled. “Poor baby can’t get enough of us.”

You whimpered and moaned at the feeling of Sana’s tongue starting to fuck into you. The fact that she was moaning as she did so only made it that much worse. The vibration rushed through your body and you trembled from them as Jihyo and Momo continued to tease you.

“You knew it was a bad idea to try and touch yourself,” Jihyo said.

“That was naughty of you,” Momo added, lips just out of reach for a kiss. “And all we did was give you pleasure.”

You cried out, fully meeting her eye as the fingers of her free hand found one of your nipples. She tugged on it roughly before rolling and pinching it between her fingers quickly. You felt yourself clenching around Sana’s tongue as she fucked it into you.

“You are so lucky,” Momo smirked.

“Y-Yes Mistress,” you gasped.

“We’ll keep being nice to you,” Jihyo murmured. “One more orgasm.”

She waited for a moment and though you whimpered at the thought you didn’t protest. The two of them chuckled as Jihyo’s hand slid down your body.

“I knew they were needy,” Momo grinned.

“Such a needy baby,” Jihyo added as her fingers reached your clit and started rubbing, fast and rough.

The sound that made it past your lips was somewhere between a moan and a scream. The feeling was so intense. Sana’s tongue curling into you, Momo’s fingers playing with your sensitive nipples, and Jihyo toying with your poor clit again. Waves of pleasure were washing through you in an overwhelming way as your body jerked and squirmed in their grasp.

Momo dropped her lips to kiss at your neck and chest while Jihyo nipped at your ear.

“This is just what you wanted, right?” She teased. “The center of attention, everyone making you cum until you can’t think straight?”

“Y-Y-Y-” Words refused to form on your tongue but Jihyo seemed to understand you.

“Exactly what you wanted,” her fingers moved even faster and you felt your eyes rolling back then squeezing shut as tears started to prick them. “To be fucked senseless.”

Your body shook as every part of you tensed. The force of your impending release was almost frightening but also so welcoming as stars started bursting behind your eyes.

“Cum for us again baby, just like you wanted. Cum for us and show us just how well we’ve ruined you.”

You nearly screamed out as you came. Momo and Jihyo held your legs open, Jihyo’s fingers and Sana’s tongue not letting up, nor did Momo as your release crashed over you, nearly knocking you out. You felt your world tilting and you head felt fuzzy as your body shook and jerked and squirmed while pleasure completely sucked you under.

A few tears slipped from your eyes and Jihyo pulled her hands away. Momo and Sana followed suit. You couldn’t open your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing, babbling out a series of “thank yous” as Jihyo turned you onto your side to cuddle into her chest.

“Good job,” she hummed, rubbing your back. “That was such a good job.”

You felt Sana and Momo’s hands on you two, touching you soothingly as your body shook.

“That was so perfect,” Sana murmured, leaving a series of kisses along your skin.

“You took everything so well for us,” Momo added.

You snuggled into Jihyo's chest more, trying to keep calm while the intensity of it pushed you towards tears. Jihyo pressed a kiss to your head, seeming to read you well.

“You can cry if you need to,” she said softly. You shook your head and she chuckled while an alarm went off. Sana looked around, finding her phone in her bag.

“Oh crap, it’s 10.”

You managed to look up as Momo looked at you worriedly. “We have to go.”

“It’s okay,” your voice was a bit rough as you managed to speak.

Momo gave your thigh a squeeze and Sana kissed your nose as they scrambled to get their things back on before they headed to their cabin. You sat up and Jihyo followed you, not letting you sit up yet.

“Hold on,” she said. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, trying to push the swell of emotions down.

Jihyo held your jaw gently, looking at you a little more intently. You felt everything rushing back up to the surface and your face scrunched up as you started to cry.

“I-I’m sorry,” you blubbered as she pulled you against her chest.

“It’s alright,” she soothed, rubbing your back. “That was intense. Just let it all out. You can come stay the night with me if you want.”

“Yes, please,” you sniffled, clinging to her and nuzzling your head into her neck.

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