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sofiaispunk · 11 months

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The Bakery Crush - PART (2/2)

Joel Miller x Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

summary: Just two fools clearly in love, pining over each other because ... well, they are fools.

words: 4.6K

warnings: angst, JEALOUSY, Joel being a fool, smut, pining, age gap, bad puns, heartbreak, 18+

a/n: Thank you guys for all the love on Part 1. I literally just started writing fan fictions and I'm still kinda trying to figure out how everything works but so far it’s been really fun and I’m just so thankful for every like, reblog and comment. So I guess what I wanted to say is that I really really do appreciate every single one of you and I hope you enjoy part 2 xxx

In the days that followed, you threw yourself into work, determined to keep busy and distract yourself from the constant ache in your heart. You arrived at the bakery early in the morning, working tirelessly to create the most delicious pastries and breads. Your hands moved mechanically, kneading the dough with a sense of urgency.

The scent of freshly baked goods filled the air, but you couldn't fully appreciate it. Your mind was consumed by thoughts of what could have been, replaying memories of Joel and that woman over and over again. Each interaction, each touch, now felt like a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

The customers came and went, their joyful chatter filling the bakery. But to you, their voices were distant echoes, mere background noise to your inner turmoil. You put on a brave face, serving them with a smile and engaging in small talk, but inside, your heart was heavy. You made a conscious effort to avoid any encounters with Joel. You couldn't bear the thought of facing him.

Whenever you heard his name mentioned in conversations or saw someone who resembled him from afar, you would discreetly turn the other way or find an excuse to leave the room. It was a self-protective mechanism, a way to shield yourself from the pain that his presence would inevitably bring.

Sometimes, you would catch a glimpse of him in town or hear whispers of his whereabouts, but you would quickly avert your gaze, pretending not to notice.

It was a delicate dance, navigating the small town where everyone seemed to know everyone else's business. You had to be cautious, careful not to let your emotions overpower you and expose the vulnerability you felt deep within.

One day, as the bakery bustled with customers, you realized you were running short on chocolate for Dina's upcoming special cake, that you promised Ellie. Determined to make it just right, you decided to pay a visit to Maria's house, knowing that Maria always had a stash of baking ingredients tucked away.

You made your way to Maria's house, your thoughts still lingering on Joel. You were so lost in your thoughts that you almost missed the turn to Maria's street.

Your footsteps echoed on the sidewalk as you walked through the familiar streets of Jackson. The town seemed quieter than usual, the hushed atmosphere mirroring the hollowness you felt inside. Despite your efforts to bury your emotions deep within, a pang of longing still lingered within your heart.

Arriving at Maria’s house, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The sound reverberated through the quiet neighborhood, and soon enough, Maria swung the door open, a warm smile adorning her face.

"Hey, (y/n)! What brings you here?" Maria asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"I'm in desperate need of some chocolate," you replied being your cheery self, your tone betraying a hint of exhaustion.

Maria gestured for you to come inside. As you entered the cozy kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, creating a comforting atmosphere.

"Here you go," Maria said, handing you a big bag of dark chocolate chips, "Anything else you need?"

“No, no. Just the chocolate. Thank you. I owe you. “ you smiled warmly at her “How's Tommy been? Is he still working with ...eh Joel?" You silently prayed to all the gods above that your curiosity about Joel wouldn't be seen as odd or inappropriate.

Maria nodded. "Yes, he is. They're doing some renovations on one of the buildings downtown. I think it's going to be a new coffee shop."

"Oh, that sounds exciting," you said with a smile. "Speaking of Joel, do you know if he's seeing anyone?" you tried to sound as casual as possible, but inwardly you couldn't help but cringe at your own curiosity. Way to make it super obvious that you are interested in Joel. You might as well have put up a neon sign that says 'Hey, I'm totally into him.'

Maria eyed you suspiciously. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. Just curious, I guess." You just shrugged, relaxing your posture and hoping that that would make you more believable.

Maria hesitated for a moment before answering. "I don't think so, but I'm not entirely sure. Why do you ask, (y/n)?" she persisted, raising her right eyebrow. So apparently there was no way fooling Maria and with a sight you gave up your charade and answered truthfully.

"I saw him talking to a woman last night at the community hall, and it seemed like they were hitting it off. I guess I'm just a little curious, that's all, really."

Maria nodded in understanding. "I see. I think you are talking about Kira. As far as I know she was assigned to patrol with Tommy and Joel the last couple of weeks. I think they are just friendly. Well, I don't know for sure, but I'll let you know if I hear anything."

"No, there’s really no need to, Maria, I was just being nosy that’s all " you said with a grateful smile. "But thanks again for the chocolate. I really appreciate it."

You were halfway out the door when Maria stopped you "Are you coming to the Tipsy Bison with us Friday night for a girls' night out?" she asked with a smile.

You hesitated for a moment, "I don't know, I have a lot of work to do."

Maria frowned slightly, "You work too hard. You should take a break and enjoy yourself once in a while."

Thinking back to your initial encounters, you recalled Maria's distant demeanor and the hard exterior she seemed to carry. It had taken time to break through those walls, but now, you had become good friends. It had been a slow and steady process of building trust and understanding. But now, as friends, Maria had proven to be fiercely loyal and incredibly supportive and you were forever grateful for her good advice and friendship.

You chuckled softly, "I know, I know. But it's hard to step away from the bakery. Maybe I'll come for just a little while."

Maya grinned, "That's the spirit! You deserve some fun after all the hard work you've been putting in."

As you made your way out of Maria's house, you couldn't help but think about what she said. Maybe she was right. Maybe you did need to take a break and enjoy yourself more and a distraction from Joel would be exactly what you needed.

“Out with it!” you looked up at Ellie irritated pausing for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Hello to you too, sunshine.” You answered to a clearly frustrated teenager.

“Don’t ‘sunshine’ me. You’ve been avoiding me for days now.”

You knew you couldn't hide anything from Ellie.

"It's nothing," you said, trying to brush it off.

"It's clearly something," Ellie persisted. "You practically ran out of the movie the other night, and you've been acting strange ever since."

"I don't know, Ellie. I just feel a bit...off," you said, hoping that she would just drop the topic.

"Off? You've been acting so … distant. And I am worried about you. Please, tell me. Did something happen?" Ellie pressed, folding her arms, and slightly raising both of her eyebrows.

You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to admit the truth. But you knew Ellie wouldn't let it go. "I guess...I was just a little jealous," You sighed, setting down your spatula.

"Jealous? Of what?" Ellie asked, confusion clearly written on her face. “I-I … it took me off guard seeing Joel with a woman, I guess.” You started to explain yourself, hoping you didn’t sound as pathetic as you felt.

Ellie's face softened as the realization kicked in. "Oh (y/n), Joel's just being friendly. He's not seeing anyone, I promise. And especially not HER"

"It's okay, Ellie. I’m okay now. I just need to get over it. “you said, giving her a small, reassuring pat on the back.

Ellie vehemently shook her head. "No, you need to confront it. You need to talk to Joel and find out what's going on. Maybe there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for what you think you saw."

You smiled weakly, "Thanks, Ells Bells. But I’m fine, really."

Ellie rolled her eyes, not believing you for one second. "Come on, (y/n) I may be young but I’m not blind. I can see the way he looks at you. It's obvious. I've never seen him light up like that with anyone else. He's got it bad."

You sighed, trying to hide your flustered state. "I... I really don't know what you're talking about, Ellie. Your dad and I are … well, we were just friends, that's all."

Ellie let out an exaggerated sigh. "Friends, huh? Well, if you say so. But I've seen the way he looks at you, the way his face lights up whenever you're around. It's like he's under some love spell or something. You've got him wrapped around your little finger."

Your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, your heart thudding in her chest. You couldn't deny the truth in Ellie's words, but you also couldn't bring yourself to fully believe them. "Ellie, I... I don't know what to say"

With a playful wink, Ellie replied, "How about you start with admitting your feelings to him? Trust me, it'll save us all from this never-ending rom-com drama."

You considered her words. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was more to the situation than what you had assumed. "You're right, Ellie. I'll talk to him."

Ellie grinned triumphantly. "That's my girl. Now, can I have a taste of that peanut butter icing?"

Ellie sat on the counter, working on her homework while you continued working on the cake.

"Ta-da!” You said with a grin as you showed Ellie the chocolate cake , while adding some small finishing touches. The rich chocolate cake was covered in a creamy, homemade peanut butter icing that was drizzled with melted chocolate and decorated with a few extra peanut chunks for crunch.

Ellie's eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight of the cake. "Woah! That looks fucking amazing! You really outdid yourself. I can't wait to see the look on Dina's face when she sees this, “she exclaimed, putting her homework aside.

You felt a warm flush of pride spread across your cheeks. "I'm glad you like it,"

Ellie laughed and threw her arms around you in a tight hug. "I don’t like it! I love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I really a-appreciate it," she said, her voice slightly quivering.

You hugged her back as tight as you possibly could. "Of course, Ellie. I'll do anything for you," you said, feeling a little vulnerable yourself.

Ellie pulled back from the embrace, her eyes shining with emotion. "I really appreciate you; you know that right? " She said, her voice soft.

Before you could reply, Ellie suddenly stepped back, looking a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don't usually get so emotional about things like this," she sniffled lightly, her cheeks turning pink.

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's nice to know that I can make you feel something," you teased, giving Ellie a playful nudge. "I love you too, Ellie. You're like family to me," you said with a soft smile, lovingly cupping her right cheek.

Her face lit up and the Brightest smile adorned her face. "And I'm in loaf with this chocolate cake!... get it … loaf. As in bread loaf.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Right back with the puns are we Ellie,"

Ellie grinned. "Hey, I take my puns very seriously," she said, holding up a hand for a high-five. You obliged, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you.

"Now, off you go. You don’t want to be late and make sure to tell Dina I said happy birthday," you said to Ellie handing her the birthday cake.

As the busy day at the bakery came to a close, you began tidying up the countertops and sweeping the freshly baked crumbs off the floor. Your eyes darted around, ensuring that everything was in order before you called it a night. That's when you noticed something out of place—an abandoned biology book on one of the tables.

Picking it up, you realized it belonged to Ellie. Without a second thought, you decided to bring it to Ellie's house. And while you over there you might even get the chance to talk to Joel and sort things out with him.

With the book in hand, you made your way through the quiet streets of Jackson. The town was bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, casting a gentle ambiance as you walked. The night air was cool and refreshing against your skin, carrying with it a faint scent of pine.

You walked up the driveway, and when you got to the front door, you knocked. After a few seconds, nobody answered. You tried knocking again, but still no response. Odd.

As you were about to turn away and head back home, you noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. Confused, you pushed it open and stepped inside. The living room was dimly lit, and you could hear the faint sound of the Radio coming from the other room. But as you walked in and you saw that nobody was there.

So made you made your way deeper into the house, when a sound caught your attention. It was coming from the kitchen - a muffled voice, followed by a giggle. You froze, your heart racing. You knew it wasn’t your place to eavesdrop and you should just drop the book and leave, but curiosity got the better of you. So you tiptoed up the closed door, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

As you were right infront of the door, you clearly heard the sound of a woman's laughter. You stopped in your tracks, your hand hovering over the doorknob. Should you knock? Should you announce yourself? What if it was Joel with another woman? Should you just turn around and leave?

Your mind raced with possibilities as you stood there, frozen in indecision. Finally, you mustered up the courage to knock on the door, hoping it was just Ellie or Joel on the other side.

"I -I found Ellie's biology book at the bakery and thought I'd bring it over and your door is open so I was worried and just let myself in. I'm sorry," you replied hastily with a shaky voice not waiting for Joel's reply.

Joel nodded, his expression softening. "Oh, no you good. I guess I just forgot to lock it. Thanks for bringing it over," he said, gesturing for you to come in.

As you hesitantly stepped inside, you couldn't help but glance around the room, taking in the details. Joel's kitchen was cozy and well-organized. The countertops, made of dark granite, offered ample space for cooking and baking. Shelves filled with neatly arranged spices and cookbooks adorned the walls, showcasing Joel's love for culinary exploration. On the kitchen table, you spotted a lone beer bottle and a delicate glass of white wine stood side by side. Since when is Ellie drinking wine?

"Ellie's in the shower, she won't be long," Joel said, breaking the silence.

On the corner of your eye, you saw her, Kira, leaning against the kitchen counter,with a smug grin, like she owned this place. Your eyes were glued to her like magnets. Kira, with her long, flowing hair and that confident smile that could make any guy weak in the knees. It was no wonder she had captured Joel's attention. And you fooled yourself again, thinking otherwise.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you fought back tears. The weight of your emotions became unbearable, and you couldn't bear to stay in the room a moment longer.

"I... I should go," you stammered, your voice barely audible.

Joel's brow furrowed with confusion. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

But you couldn't find the words to explain. You felt overwhelmed, vulnerable, and your mind raced with a jumble of thoughts. Without waiting for his response, you hastily made your way towards the door.

"Hey, wait!" Joel called out, reaching out a hand towards you.

But you couldn't bring yourself to stop. You needed to escape, to find solace in the familiar walls of your own home. You hated yourself for ever entertaining the idea that there might be something between you and Joel. The realization hit you like a heavy blow to the chest.

You felt embarrassed, realizing how blind you had been. It was obvious, in retrospect. Joel's connection with Kira, the way they laughed and shared intimate moments at the cinema—it was all right there in front of you. And yet, you had deceived yourself again, desperately clinging to a glimmer of a possibility.

Why did you even listen to Ellie?

Your pace quickened as you desperately tried to outrun the pain, to escape the suffocating grip of unrequited feelings. The thought of facing another day at work, another encounter with Joel, felt unbearable. You just wanted to disappear, to fade into the background. You weren’t sure how much longer you could bear that heartache anymore.

The next day Joel stormed into the bakery. He saw you behind the counter, your back turned to him as you busily arranged some bread loafs.

"What the hell is going on with you?" you heard his voice sharp and demanding behind you, nothing but anger and frustration radiating of from him.

You looked up, your eyes narrowing as you met his gaze. "Lower your voice, Joel. We're in a public place."

"I don't care!" Joel snapped, his patience wearing thin. "You've been avoiding me for weeks now, and I deserve an explanation. You don’t get to walk out on me, every single god damn time." He seethed through his teeth.

You sighed, your frustration matching his. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Joel. I do nothing of that sort.” You replied, your voice tinged with an attempt to remain composed. "Nothing's going on. I haven't been avoiding you."

You turned your back to him and proceeded to go to the backroom of the bakery to check on your cinnamon roll dough, no longer wanting to be a part of this conversation.

Joel's frustration grew as he watched you walk away from him. He followed you, his tone growing more heated.

"That's it? You're just going to walk away from me again?”

You spun around, your eyes flashing with anger. "Excuse me? What the hell do you want from me,?” now it’s your turn to shout.

“I want the truth. I want you to tell me what in Jesus’ name has gotten into you lately. You've been storming out on me, time and time again. After the movies I thought, maybe you felt ill or something but then you did the exact same thing yesterday. Every time I try to talk, you disappear on me, like a damn ghost. You think that's fair?” His hands clenched into fists; his face contorted with anger.

“Fair? You want to talk about fairness?" your voice rose, laced with a blend of indignation and pain. You think leading me on, giving me hope, making me believe there was something more between us and then dropping me for someone else, like I was nothing to you, is fair?"

“I never dropped – There’s nobody-.” Joels eyes widened in confusion. He hastily spoke, stammering to explain himself but you just lifted your hand, stopping him.

Your voice shook with emotion as you continued to pour out your heart to Joel. "I never allowed myself to dream that I could find love or a family of my own. It seemed like an impossible fantasy, something out of reach. And then I met you and Ellie and for the first time in my life, I felt like I had found a home. It was like the universe aligned, and suddenly I felt like I had found my missing piece."

Your voice choked with tears as you continued. "I never dared to hope that we could be more than friends, but in my heart, I was so sure that we shared something special. But when I saw you with Kira, i- it broke my heart. It felt like all this time of love and longing were for nothing. Like I was a fool for thinking that we could be more. So please, don’t talk to me about fairness."

A sob escaped your lips, a mix of grief and frustration. "I felt like a fool, Joel. Foolish for thinking that I could have a place by your side, that I could be a part of your family. It hurt more than I can express, knowing that the love I felt was not reciprocated, that it was all in my head. So yes, I have been avoiding you. Yes, I have been fucking distant. Because my heart couldn’t take it anymore, Joel."

Before you could react, his lips crashed on yours in a searing, passionate kiss. Your lips instantly melded together in a fervent embrace, a collision of desire that transcended words. Joels hands cupped your cheeks, his touch firm yet gentle, as he drew you closer, deepening the connection. You felt the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. The pressure of his palms against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"You foolish, beautiful woman," he whispered, breaking the kiss. “How could you ever think I could love anyone else? How could you ever doubt that you've always been the one?"

His words reverberated through your core, his sincerity seeping into the very depths of your soul. You just stared at him, your eyes wide with disbelief.

Joel continued; his voice filled with unwavering certainty.

"You've been the one who has lit up my world since the day we met. You’ve always been too sweet, too good for someone like me. I didn't and I still don’t believe I deserve the love and light that radiates from your soul, but it’s always been you, and it will always be you, darlin’."

Your heart swelled and the weight of your doubts and insecurities began to dissipate as you absorbed Joel’s words. You reached out, trembling, your hand gently cupping his cheek, your fingertips grazing the surface of his skin. You could feel the warmth radiating from his face, contrasting with the cool touch of your hand. You let your fingertips softly glide along his jawline, tracing the contours of his face with your tender touch. "Joel, I... I love you, too. I've always loved you." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

And with that his lips were on yours again.

Joels hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers threaded through his soft brown curls, tugging at the strands as you let out a soft moan.

“Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispered as he licked into your mouth. You felt his rough hands trail down your sides, sending shivers down your spine. His lips were insistent, exploring every inch of your mouth, and leaving you breathless.

In one swift, fluid motion, he effortlessly lifted you off the ground, your feet leaving the floor, and carried you towards the countertop, your lips never parting. In an impulsive surge of desire, he swept aside the clutter on the counter, sending baking utensils and ingredients cascading to the floor. The clatter of metal against the tiles echoed in the room but were drowned out by your moans. Joel kissed you, consumed you, with a fervor that could only be described as that of a starved man. Your mouths melded together, your tongues dancing in a passionate frenzy, as if you were trying to make up for all the lost time and unspoken desires.

You could feel the warmth of Joel's chest against yours, his heartbeat thundering like a wild rhythm that matched the pounding of your own heart. His hands roamed with an insatiable hunger, tracing the contours your breasts and down your stomach, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Jesus. Fuck. Look at you,” he murmured, jaw tensed as he filled you, his thrusts urgent and pointed. You clung to Joels broad shoulders as if your live depended on it, lost in a whirlwind of sensations that threatened to consume you whole. Your bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, caught in a tidal wave of passion.” Taking me so good, sweetheart. Wanted this for so damn long.” He gritted his teeth, driving into you harder.

You could taste the saltiness of Joel's skin, feel the roughness of his stubble against your neck, heightening the sensory overload. Every touch, every taste, sent shockwaves of pleasure through your veins, building the tension in your stomach to unbearable heights. “Joel, ‘m close. Don’t stop.” You bit on your plush lower lip trying to prevent yourself from screaming.

“Not dreaming of it, sugar. Let go for me. I got you baby.”

And with that you clenched down on him, crying out his name as your release overwhelmed you.

He followed soon after, with one final thrust and a loud grunt, he painted your walls white, making you shudder from overstimulation.

As your bodies parted, Joel's forehead gently dropped to rest against yours. You could feel the warmth of his skin, and a slight dampness from his sweat. You remained in that position for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before he leaned back and looked you deep into your eyes with a softness you didn’t know he possessed.

“I – I swear on my life, I'll never, ever hurt you again. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, and I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you get it. If you let me, I will always- "

The familiar chime of the bakery door, interrupted Joel and shattered the fragile bubble of intimacy that had enveloped you two.

Panic washed over you and you instantly sprang apart. Your heart raced as you hurriedly gathered your scattered clothing from the bakery floor. With trembling hands, you picked up your jeans, which laid tangled among the fallen utensils, hastily slipping it on, not wasting another moment.

“Hello, is anybody here?” Ellie breezed into the bakery, casually swiping a scone from the display, and plopping herself down on a chair.

You rushed out of the back room and quickly straightened your clothes, ran your fingers through your hair, and tried to compose yourself.

She took a big bite, then smirked at you, while you were still nervously fidgeting with your blouse.

"Oh, look at you. You look like you're getting ready for a date. Got your eye on someone?" Ellie teased, winking at you.

You blushed but tried to play it cool. "Nah, just trying to look presentable for the customers," you replied, shrugging.

Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Sure, sure. And speaking of customers, I know my dad is hiding in the backroom.” she said with a devious grin, taking another bite of her scone.

Bonus chapter : Y/N on a girls night out at the Tipsy Bison, meeting Kira.

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『 The Past Records 』 Collection Event: Chapter 4

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

As per Liam’s suggestion, they decided to “test” Jude and Ellis—

Liam: Our main concern is whether they will betray Crown and sell our confidential information, right?

Liam: Why don’t we leave some important classified documents unattended on purpose and observe how they’ll react?

Harrison: What did you leave unattended and where did you leave it?

Liam: I left a name list of targets I’ve dealt with in the hallway outside Jude’s room.

Harrison: Isn’t that too obvious?

Liam: There’s no point if no one notices it, you know?

In the middle of their conversation — Jude enters the dining room.

Liam: Oh, good morning, Jude!

Jude cast a brief glance at Liam’s charming smile before tossing a stack of documents in front of Liam.

Liam: Eh? … Whoa, I was looking everywhere for these. Thanks.

Jude: Isn’t this confidential information?

Liam: Yeah. I was so worried about getting an earful from Victor, I was about to cry and beg Harry for help.

Jude: Go search for it before begging.

Liam: Ahaha, you're right. Thanks for helping me find it.

Jude: … If leaked this information, it’ll be over for you and Crown, no?

Liam: …!

Jude: Someone who isn’t capable of protecting confidential information can’t be trusted.

Liam: Yeah… I understand. I’ll be careful.

Liam: … And there he goes.

Liam: What should I do, Harry… I think he hates me…

Harrison: Nah, this is his usual attitude. Don’t let it get to you.

Liam: But what he just said to me was only a warning not to “endanger Crown”, right?

Harrison: Kind of.

Liam: He picked up the document and warned me about breaking confidentiality. That earns him some trust points, right?

Harrison: I guess getting yourself hated was worthwhile after all.

Liam: Oh, so you do think he hates me—!

…

— That night.

Ellis: … Oh, Harrison.

Harrison: It’s you? Rare to see you here at this hour.

Ellis: I was thinking of having something to drink before I go to sleep. Are you working, Harrison?

Ellis: Would you like me to make you a sweet cocktail? I heard from Liam that you have a sweet tooth.

Without waiting for Harrison’s response, Ellis took various ingredients from the shelf and skillfully prepared a Grasshopper (mint flavoured cocktail) before offering it to him.

Harrison: Are you also working as a bartender or someth—... mm, this is good.

Ellis: I’m glad you like it.

Harrison: … Liam already did so much, it’d be unfair if I don’t contribute too.

Ellis: Did you say something?

Harrison: Nah, it’s nothing. … You’re pretty handy, huh.

Ellis: You think so?

Harrison: You’ve also been kind towards everyone since the first time we met.

Harrison: Because of that… I’m a little suspicious of you.

Ellis: …?

Harrison pulled out a gun from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Harrison: I’ve been tailing you and Jude for the past few days. If I say I want to play a game with you, are you in for it?

Ellis: A game?

Harrison: Yeah, the rules are simple.

Harrison: There isn't a single bullet in this gun.

Harrison: If you trust what I just said, put the gun to your head and pull the trigger six times. If you can do that, you win the game.

Ellis: Point it at my head and pull the trigger six times.

Harrison: You should be able to do that if you don’t have a guilty conscience towards us, right?

Ellis: … Yeah, got it.

Without hesitating, Ellis swiftly picked up the gun and pulled the trigger more than six times.

Harrison: Wha—

Ellis: Does this mean I win?

Harrison: … Uh, yeah.

Ellis: Did that resolve one of your concerns?

Harrison: —... Haha.

Harrison: You didn’t even hesitate one bit.

Ellis: Not at all, because you're a kind person.

Ellis: You wouldn’t use real bullets to test someone.

Ellis: … Am I wrong?

Harrison: … Does that mean I didn’t completely fool you?

Ellis: Hm… I guess so.

Harrison: Even if you pulled the trigger without hesitation, it still doesn't prove that you’re innocent.

Ellis: You’re right. So that means I didn't ease your concern?

Harrison: … Nah.

Harrison: I’m not messed up enough to remain suspicious of someone I trust this much.

Ellis: … That’s a relief. Care for another toast, then?

Harrison: Sure.

They clinked their green cocktails with a light sound.

…

— And so, a few days passed.

William: Is the investigation going well?

Harrison: It’s going smoothly, I guess. Most of them have already come to a conclusion.

Harrison: I’m also done with my proofreading work, so I’m thinking of starting on the final report.

William: I see. Perhaps this piece of information I have is unnecessary, then.

Harrison: What information?

William: Jude and Ellis declined when I asked if I could assign them their first mission tonight, saying that they have work to do tonight.

William: What are your views on their response?

Elbert: It’s at night when most of their clients should be asleep… what kind of work could they possibly have?

Alfons: Ahaha! Sounds suspicious.

Alfons: To be frank, I couldn't care less whether they’re good or evil. But this sounds like fun, let’s tail them to see what they’re up to.

Harrison: At this point, do we really have to…?

Liam: Actually, Harry…

Harrison: Hm?

Liam: When I was investigating them, I noticed something kind of odd.

Liam: The two of them went to the port in the middle of the night… Jude seemed to be investigating something surrounding a warehouse he was renting out.

Roger: Could he have been inspecting the goods?

Liam: But… there are rumours saying that some ex-inmates who’ve just been released from prison were seen frequenting that area.

Alfons: I think I’ve heard that rumour somewhere… but I can't recall where exactly.

Harrison: … Fine, fine.

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Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One Shot}***

Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One-Shot} ***

Rege Jean Page x GF Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fluff, NSFW, SMUUT, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 8.7k

Summary: You and Rege have been together for several months but have both been so busy you haven’t had time to bask in your coupledom. Now with a much-needed vacation only hours away will the two of you finally get to enjoy some R&R couple’s style?

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"Good morning sunshine."

Your eyelids fluttered for several moments before they finally opened and found a beautiful pair of deep russet brown eyes on you through your facetime call. He slowly smiled and your insides turned to mush like a freshly roasted marshmallow still hot to the touch.

"Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful in the morning. How is it bloody fair?"

You smiled widely feeling like the actual sun; warm, bright, and jubilant. This man always had you feeling this way. You didn’t know how he did it. You didn’t know if he even knew his effect.

"You shouldn't be talking. I'm talking to an actual bloody statue of the perfect man. David who? Michelangelo who? Yo’ mama did that!"

Regé smiled his dorky but completely heart stopping smile. He was really meant to be a movie star. He had the looks, the charisma, and the megawatt smile.

"I woke up like this," he teased.

You giggled as you rolled onto your back and stretched. You then held the device in the air over you giving him a different angel.

"Wow. What a view!”

His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes looked over every inch of you that you were showing him. Biting his bottom lip, he shifted in his bed; you could see more of his exposed chest, and you were grateful for that. He had every right to be shirtless matter of fact he should be that way all the time. You remembered the first time you’d seen him without a shirt. It was an accident as you’d walked into his trailer without knocking and there he stood in jeans that were hung dangerously low on his hips unbuttoned and shirtless in front of a full-length mirror. You’d stood there stunned silent and still and you couldn’t help but ravage all the skin on display. He was hot and from the half-cocked smile he’d given you over his shoulder he knew it too.

“Eh-em. Wow, I’m sorry sunshine I zoned out.”

“It’s okay, I guess I’m just that boring,” you teased.

Regé playfully rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it, you and I both know you are not boring, and I was just mesmerized by your beauty as I always am.”

You raised your hand to your mouth then smiled widely, unable to hide your cheesy schoolgirl grin that would tell him just how head over heels you were for him. It had happened so fast, so effortlessly that you didn’t have a set time, day or moment when it happened.

“What are you thinking when you look at me like that?”

Your eyes widened as heat rushed across your face. There was no way you could tell him—not yet.

“Uh—uh—well—nothing,” you blurted.

Regé snorted, “Liar.”

You giggled as you avoided his gaze.

“It’s okay though. Keep your secrets, sunshine.”

You rolled onto your side and propped your iPad on the pillow beside you.

“I see suitcases. Are you all packed and ready to go?”

“I am.”

Your excitement bubbled inside you remembering that in a few short hours you’d be getting on a plane to meet Regé and then you’d be off for an extended vacation with him, your first together.

“God you’re going to make me an impatient man smiling at me like that.”

“Are you feeling impatient?”

“Better believe I am. I haven’t touched you in a month. I hate that.”

You did too. When you’d accepted his proposal to be his girlfriend ten months ago you knew who he was. Being a stylist and costume designer in the industry, you knew the life of an actor. You knew busy schedules, insane amounts of stamps in a passport, long days and even longer nights and lengthy trips away from loved ones. He wasn’t the only one who had those same demands placed on him.

With your four clients you currently had your hands full with meeting their expectations for styling. Your schedule had been booked for the majority of your relationship and it was the same for Regé which meant you didn’t go through the whole physically obsessed with each other phase that most went through in new relationships. You’d been physically together maybe two and a half weeks in every month, but it didn’t have the effect most would think. It enhanced other parts of your relationship.

You were able to see the many sides of him away from his body, or the effects his touch had. You were able to learn his preferences deeper than the surface. You were able to learn his quirks, his mind, his heart and every single nuance that made him the man he was. The absence you endured made the times you were together so much better. Every lite touch of his hand sent your heart into overdrive. Every press of his lips on yours, or your forehead, or neck easily made you wet. Hell, the sight of him did that too.

“I hate it too,” you concurred.

The absences made your relationship stronger and made your heart fonder, but you really were looking forward to this long stretch of time you’d get together with no work distractions. He’d promised you four weeks and you were planning on cashing in on every single second.

Regé’s eyes went all doe like and seductive then he licked his bottom lip, “Don’t worry, seven hours then I can finally wrap my arms around you.”

Your belly did flips as your nether regions moistened. Jesus, you thought. there was no way you’d make it through these four weeks un-fucked. It was going down the only question in your head was when.

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-2-Weeks Later-

The warm Italian sun kissed your body blazing its heat all over. You moaned as a gentle breeze brush against you cooling the heat of your skin.

“Ah,” you sighed.

This was heaven. You were already used to the feeling of complete relaxation. It hadn’t taken long at all. The moment you’d stepped off that jet 2 weeks ago and looked into the impossibly blue sky that was over the equally impressive ocean you felt carefree. Now, you didn’t have to open your eyes to know the same azure skies looked down on you as you sunbathed on this yacht. You couldn’t help but sigh again. An actor’s life was the life for you.

Suddenly, your skin cooled making you wonder if there was an unplanned overcast in the sky. You were tempted to lift off your eye mask and look but your body was way too releaxed to move. Something cold then grazed your shin drawing a path along the skin there up your leg, across your knee to the top of your inner thigh. You smiled softly knowing just who this was.

“Is this your way of telling me I’m too hot for you to handle?”

He didn’t answer, instead he continued the trail of the cold item until he was not going across your stomach, up the center of your body to your chin. He then traced your bottom lip, and you knew then it was ice.

“Say ah.”

You obeyed then tastes the sweetness of strawberry and the tang of lemon all in a cold frozen mix. Moaning, you sucked on the popsicle savoring the contrasting flavors. All the while you sucked, you moaned until suddenly Regé pulled it from your lips. In protest, you pursed your lips more then pulled off your eye mask. The man before you took your breath away. How the hell was one man so beautiful, you wondered to yourself. Regé’s eyes were dark, hooded and spellbinding.

“If I had known all I needed to do to have you look at me like this was to suck your popsicle I would have done it long time ago,” you teased.

The corner of his mouth turned up before he smiled softly. “Is that right?”

You smiled, licked your bottom lip and nodded. “If I promise to look at you like this from now on, will you do it again?”

You snorted, losing the battle.

“So fresh,” you said while playfully swatting his bare chest.

“Hey, it was you who brought up sucking my popsicle not me,” Regé protested.

“Right and you were the innocent bystander completely drawn in by this Jezebel.”

Regé smiled again lowering himself over you, blocking out the heat of the sun completely but replacing it with the heat of his body.

“Jezebel, oh no no no. I hold you in much higher regard than that. Jezebel just won’t do,” he teased.

Your brow cocked while your lips quirked. “Oh really?”

His eyes dipped to your lips as he nodded. “Absolutely. Sorceress, perhaps, enchantress maybe, or—goddess.”

His lips were right above yours as he trailed the popsicle across them again, the whole time he kept his dark maple syrup eyes remained glued to yours. Suddenly his lips spread into a smile.

“Yes, goddess. I like that. My goddess.”

“Yours?”

He nodded.

“If I am yours then shouldn’t I be praised or—worshiped?”

There was that smile again, you said to yourself as he focused on you as if you were his afternoon snack. His eyes slowly sank to your mouth as your tongue snaked out to lick at the melting sweet liquid.

“You are absolutely right. You deserve praise, worship, tributes, and devotion. Here is my first.”

Regé dipped down and pressed his lips to yours trapping the popsicle between you. Moaning, you matched his movements kissing him just as fiercely as he kissed you. Your moans melded together and as your kiss intensified the popsicle melted from your combined heat. Bringing your hands up, you dug your fingers into his hair and gave as good as you got. Regé moaned when your tongue snaked around his to suck. He then pressed his chest to yours leaving not even a centimeter.

Within seconds, your hands were roaming down his toned back and you were enjoying every inch of skin you got your hands on. These last two weeks the two of you had quickly gotten into a groove and comfort with one another and often touched one another. There was no part of the day you spent together where you weren’t touching somewhere. Even while you slept, in the same bed now, you touched. The only time you weren’t was when either of you were showering or using the bathroom.

Touching him had quickly become your new obsession.

Regé groaned before he pulled away pressing his forehead to yours panting.

“Mercy, Y/N. Mercy I beg of you.”

You smiled and released him bringing your hands to rest over your head.

“Mercy granted.”

Regé took a deep breath trying to steady himself, then he pulled back slightly.

“I came over for a reason and that reason wasn’t to seduce or be seduced.”

You smiled. “No? Well good thing I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

He didn’t look convinced one bit and that made you laugh. “Okay what did you come over for?”

Regé sighed, “To ask you on a date this afternoon.”

Your smile faded for a moment as you took him in. This was one of the many reasons you’d fallen in love with him. His ability to take your breath away with the simplest gesture was astounding.

“A date?’

“Yes. There is somewhere I want to take you.”

You caressed Regé’s cheek then smiled.

“So, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me in about two hours?”

Your smile widened as your belly fluttered. “Yes,” you whispered, not being able to muster anything else.

The way he lit up didn’t help the swarm of butterflies taking flight in your belly. He kissed you once, then twice.

“Good. Meet you on docking level in two hours.”

“Okay.”

He kissed you twice more then he was gone leaving you with the popsicle. As you watched him walk away your eyes were glued to his ass. He had such a great one and you’d seen it twice already. The first when you’d both gone skinny dipping on a whim your first night on the ship, and the second when he’d loosened his towel just before he closed the bathroom door giving you a view of one perfectly toned and shaped ass cheek. You wanted to squeeze it so badly.

Dropping back down onto your back you ferociously bit at the popsicle that was now practically slush. You were massively sexually aroused. You lived on the line of continuous arousal. It had gotten so bad you’d begun to wonder if you’d turned into a sex maniac without even ever having sex with him. None of your friends knew how you’d gone so long without one of you pouncing the other. It was honestly a perplexing miracle it still hadn’t gone down seeing how the last 2 weeks had gone.

You lost yourself in your thoughts for the next several minutes going over the many ways you’d intentionally and unintentionally teased each other. The ways your bodies just craved to be against each other no matter what you were doing. There was this certain aura around him that made him irresistible and every woman you’d encountered clearly saw it too. A loud ship’s horn brought you back to reality. Your popsicle was juice, and you were all sticky in more ways than one.

Once in your room—the room you’d been sharing with Regé for the last two weeks, you showered taking your time to use the delicious smelling body conditioner you’d picked up from a mom-and-pop natural beauty store. It smelled like a tropical vacation mixed with country flowers. You didn’t know how they’d been able to mix the two, but you were glad they did. As you allowed it to soak into your skin, you focused on applying your face scrub and then the soothing gel that was supposed to make you look like you’d just stepped from in front of a misting fan. As you went through your routine, your mind kept wandering to what exactly Regé has up his sleeve. The way he looked when he asked you for a date was so tender so intense. You didn’t know what to expect and since you didn’t know your excitement was steadily increasing.

By the time you finished your shower then made your skin supple and face effortlessly painted, 2 hours had nearly passed. The summer dress you pulled on hugged you in the right places while hoisting your breasts to ensure your cleavage was on point. The deep thigh split gave it the right touch of sexy while keeping it sweet and innocent. After dipping your perfume at your pressure points, you reapplied your lipstick then surveyed yourself once more.

Knock, knock, knock.

You opened the door after crossing the room and smiled at one of the crew members.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Hi.”

“Signore Jean Page says he is waiting for you madam,” he said, his Italian accent heavy.

“Yes. Give me one moment.”

You scurried back to the bed and tucked your phone, a few credit cards, and your lipstick into your purse then grabbed your wide brimmed straw hat and your sunglasses then hurried back to the crew member. He led the way down the corridors and up steps. The further from the room you got the louder and louder it became. It sounded like helicopter blades. A few minutes later you were approaching Regé who was standing beside a helicopter. your eyes widened taking in the sight. What in the world, you thought.

The closer you got Regé’s smile widened. When he took the remaining steps to you keeping his head ducked, he clasped your hands in his.

“You look breathtaking.”

Your belly fluttered. “Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek then your temple.

“Ready?”

“What is all this?”

“Lunch.”

“On the chopper?”

Regé’s smile widened then he tipped his head back and laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me RJP.”

You liked to tease him with the name sometimes and each time it only made him laugh and proceed to tickle you until you gave in. This time was no different.

“All right, I give.”

Regé pulled you flush against him. “And I take.”

He kissed your lips gently, probably trying not to get your lipstick all over him. It was pointless though, you used your thumb and wiped at the berry blush shade now on his lips.

“Shall we?”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you to the helicopter. The whole while he kept one hand around your waist and the other atop your head ensuring you remained low. Once you were both in, you put on the headset as you readied yourself for lift off. When the helicopter began lifting, you looped your arm in Regé’s then laid your head on his shoulder. You felt his lips brush the top of your head and you thought nothing could be more perfect than this moment.

A few short minutes later, the view of the Italian countryside took your breath away. The greens were so much lusher than any you’d seen before, the blue of the ocean was more like the deepest turquoise ever discovered, then the wildflowers that were in a rainbow array of colors that decorated the fields completed the live canvas painting. You pointed things out to Regé as he did the same. The whole time you both snuggled together and giggled. It was the perfect picture of peace.

Once the helicopter landed and you disembarked, Regé took your hand and led you down a field to a waiting man who held on to two bikes. He paid the man while exchanging pleasantries in Italian looking as if the man was his long-lost best friend. That was another reason you’d fallen in love with him. He had a way to make everyone he encountered feel comfortable and appreciated. He didn’t treat anyone as if he were better than them and always remained humbled.

“Ready?”

“You bet.”

You climbed onto the old-fashioned bike making sure to tuck the hem of your dress between your legs to prevent any mishaps and placed your purse into the basket in the front. It was adorable. Glancing over to Regé, you smiled at his tall frame on the dainty looking bike.

“Keep up slow poke,” you teased before you took off down the dirt path.

“Cheater!”

The two of you rode bikes along the path. One minute you were in front, the next he was, but the whole time you laughed and taunted each other. After a mile or two, you found a thicket of trees and got off for a rest under a tree sipping limoncellos like locals. Before either of you knew it you were making out under and up against the trees not caring if anyone was around to watch. When you got to a small town you explored while keeping a hold on each other. Every few seconds, Regé was snapping pictures of you making you feel like a model rather than a stylist. He was truly your biggest hype man.

When the sun was a little past its peak, you rolled up to the breathtaking view of Provence’s Lavender Fields.

“Oh my god.”

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

As far as the eye could see lavender decorated the hills. It smelled like heaven and every time the wind picked up a wave of calm washed over you.

“Absolutely amazing.”

You felt Regé come beside you then wrap his arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve reached our destination.”

You smiled and couldn’t help but kiss him. You climbed off the bike and allowed him to lead you down the path toward the fields. The closer you came the stronger the scent of lavender filled the air and the giddier you became. Soon, you couldn’t help but take off running through the rows of lavender tracing your hands along them. When you smelled your fingers, you moaned as they picked up the aroma the buds left.

“Oh my gosh. It’s beautiful,” you stretched out.

When you turned, you found Regé walking calmy behind you with a wide smile on his face as he watched you.

“You’re beautiful!”

Giggling you twirled and twirled. If this was what complete peace and joy felt like you wanted to bottle this moment to revisit every chance you got.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Regé-

Christ, you were beautiful, he thought as he watched you run around like a child touching every bushel of lavender only to bring your hands to your nose to inhale deeply. When you began twirling with your arms outstretched screaming “weee”, he had to laugh. His chest tightened as his heartbeat increased. It was something that had been happening since he’d met you and even more since you’d been spending every day together. He’d pieced it together that it was a result of you. Everything he’d learned about you over the last 2 weeks has only increased the intensity of his heart’s beating.

You turned to him again and stuck your tongue out at him before you winked. Just like that you took his breath away and the only thought in his mind was forever. It was a word he’d thought about plenty of times since you’d run into his arms at the yacht when you’d first arrived. That was several ports ago. After the second night on the yacht, he knew he couldn’t sleep away from you anymore. When you’d made it known that you felt the same way he had to keep himself contained so you didn’t know then and there just how hooked he was. You had him hook, line and sinker.

He found this odd. No woman had ever had this strong of an effect on him. No woman had every done so little and had him wrapped around their finger so effortlessly. He knew it was more than the honeymoon stage, or the obsession stage of a relationship. This was something more.

You stopped a few feet in front of him staring at something. As he came up beside you, he saw what held you captivated.

“Hope you’re hungry. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” he said his lips pressed to your ear.

Your body shook and he took that as a good sign. He affected you as much as you affected him. He kept his hand on your hip and when your eyes met his there went his breath again.

“Did you do this?”

He brushed his lips against your exposed shoulder, an action he’d wanted to do since you boarded the helicopter.

“I did.”

There was no need for words. He could see everything in your eyes, and he allowed his feelings to shine through to you as well. Lifting your hand to his lips, he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “Come on.”

Leading you to the constructed wooden gazebo that housed a glass chandelier, a linen covered table and two chairs in the middle of the field he kept his hand planted on your hip loving the way you felt against him.

“Oh my god, Regé.”

You stopped in front of the table and looked around. When he saw the tears in your eyes he scoffed and shook his head. “Don’t cry. Come, sit.”

He pulled out one of the chairs for you then pushed it in when you sat. Once he sat diagonal from you, he wasted no time popping the top off the rose what was sitting in the ice bucket and filling both your glasses.

“I can’t believe you did this. How?”

“A good magician never reveals.”

He held his glass out to you and watched as you did the same. “To lavender fields and the taste of your lips.”

You smiled, tapped his glass then downed the glass in one go. It was small surprises like this he loved about you. He could never predict your next move. Everything you did always somehow came as a surprise—a pleasant one. He followed suit and drank the whole glass then poured again.

“Bon appetite.”

He’d made sure to request all of your favorites and a few authentic Italian dishes and was happy to see the smorgasbord of options displayed on the table. The two of you filled your plates with bits and pieces from every platter then sat back and at in harmonious silence. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words. Instead, you ate and enjoyed the comfort of being together. It was something he hadn’t experienced before.

The women in his past were the complete opposite. He always got the impression they were trying to impress him or prove why they belonged by his side. He could never get a feel of their authentic self. With you, he didn’t get that at all. You remained true to who you were, never putting on any false masks. You laughed wholeheartedly, ate without a care of who watched, danced freely, spoke with an animated joy that always held him captivated and that was just the beginning.

When you did speak, the conversation easily drifted over topic after topic. Nothing was off limits. You pointed out the scenery, told him about other beautiful sights you’d seen. To that he said he wished to be with you when you saw others. That was when you bashfully smiled dipping your head and coyly hiding your smile behind your hand. He was a complete goner; it was pretty pathetic. He could tell you had no idea, and he couldn’t fathom how you hadn’t guessed. How could you not tell just how much he loved you.

It hit him like a ton of bricks right then. He loved you. He was in love with you.

“Why’re you smiling?”

“How can I not smile when I’m with you?”

“Dear god Regé, what in the world are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this lite, this--,” you began then shook your hands around the air to emphasis something. “Ya’ know?”

He snorted and shook his head. “No, I haven’t a clue what that was? That was--.”

“Was it weird?”

“A little.”

You laughed loudly. Your laugh was so contagious he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you.

“Don’t laugh at me. Jeez, I just mean—I’m happy. You make me happy.”

Damn, he thought. Four words and he was putty in your hands. Again, that bashful smile of yours returned and you dipped your head down. Reaching over, he took your hand then raised it to his lips.

“You make me happier than I’ve ever been,” he confessed.

“I do?”

Nodding slowly, he looked over every inch of your beautiful, glowing face. “How can you not know, Y/N? How can you not know how incredible you are?”

You smirked, licked your lips then put your other hand on top of his. “You’re pretty incredible too RJP.”

He snorted then shook his head. Of course, you’d tease him now. The two of you sat there comfortably holding hands and watching the fields like an old married couple. A few hours later when all the food was gone and most of the wine, you walked through the fields hand in hand with a bottle of wine in each of your hands, trying to top the other with the poems you each knew. When you’d gone through all you knew, you moved on to limericks and haikus. You called to every part of him, and he couldn’t believe how right you felt to him.

When you broke away from him you bent over touching your nose to a bundle of lavender. It was the perfect picture, so he took his phone out and snapped it. You looked at him, smiled widely then stuck your hand out.

“No paps.”

He captured picture after picture of you using the field as your photoshoot set. You looked breathtaking with the lavender behind you, and he knew this sight would remain his favorite for a long time. You turned to him again and stuck a bundle of lavender behind your ear then blew him a kiss. It was an image he pressed to memory with the camera. As he looked over the picture, he got lost in it—in you. When he looked up again it was just in time to see the white of your dress swish out of sight behind a tall row of lavender.

“Catch me if you can,” you sing-songed as you giggled.

Smiling, he followed the trail of your voice, but he didn’t rush, instead he took his time and allowed his senses to lead him. Whenever he turned a corner, he only ever caught the faintest of white of your dress before it disappeared. As he moved, he snapped the pictures as he pleased, curious to later see what the camera caught. You continued to elude him for the next several minutes, but he didn’t stress it because somehow, he knew exactly where you were. When he completely lost sight of you, he stopped, closed his eyes, and used his senses to see if he could find you.

He felt you first then smelled you, but he waited until you crept closer. Cute, he thought. When he was sure you were close, he spun, dipped down taking you over his shoulder and spun you around. Your laughter echoed over the open fields, and it sounded like music. He was too far gone. He flipped you down and gently brought you down atop a bushel of lavender. He watched you laugh some more and allowed his imagination to run while and envision you all dressed in white.

When you opened your eyes to peer into his, he audibly gulped. You looked like a seductress, an image from daydreams. Lavender buds decorated your face, neck, and decolletage and his fingers itched to touch.

“You caught me,” you softly said.

“I have all the Gods in every religion to thank for that.”

You smiled and he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he caressed it, gently brushing away the lavender buds.

“Are you happy, Y/N?”

“Do you really have to ask? I haven’t stopped smiling since we met and I’m lying here on top of a bed of lavender completely wine tipsy.”

Grasping a stem of lavender, he used it to trace a path across your cheek then down your neck and to your collar. Where the stem went his eyes followed. The purple of the lavender complimented your skin tone in so many ways. He had a thought then to bring some of this lavender back to the ship so you could add it to your bath. It would be just as much a treat for him than you.

“I’m completely under your spell,” he said.”

“My spell? So, I’m a witch now?”

“No, just absolutely bewitching in every--,” he kissed your nose, “Single.” He kissed one cheek. “Way.” He placed the final soft kiss to your other cheek before locking eyes with you again.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth and the fire he’d seen in your eyes plenty of times ignited.

“God, Y/N. I have never been in love like this.”

He felt your body tense, but you didn’t move away.

“It has only ever felt like this with you. I swear every time I look at you or see you a hand squeezes my heart making it stop for a few seconds or until you touch me. It’s the most terrifying and intense feeling I have ever felt. I didn’t know what it meant until it hit me. I—I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He waited, giving you time to comprehend what he’d just said and to decipher what you felt. Long moments stretched as the wind gently brushed against you sending lavender buds through the air and wrapping you both in a cocoon of fragrant bliss.

You lifted your hand to his cheek then you smiled softly. “Wow. I love you too.”

His smile was slow but full. You wrapped your arms around his neck then smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the thing he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to give to you.

“What’s this?”

“For you.”

You took the red leather case then looked at him. “Regé, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“I wanted to.”

You smiled then opened the case. Your eyes went wide when you saw the bracelet inside.

“Oh my god, Regé,” you gasped.

“I’ve been carrying it around for the last 2 weeks waiting for the perfect moment. Thank God, I found it. It’s the vintage version of Cartier’s Love bracelet. I want you to wear it so you will always know that I love you and am completely obsessed with you. Wear it and know it comes with my undying faithfulness to you, my unyielding love for you, my unwavering devotion to you and unquenchable passion for you.”

You laid there speechless with wide eyes never taking them off of him.

“I promise to never take you for granted, to never get too wrapped up work and my schedule where I neglect you. I promise to always be here for you when you need a hand, a shoulder, a chest. Let mine be the first you seek and only you need. I promise to never ever get enough of you, to never let this passion fade. I promise to always make you feel beautiful, loved, and special. Most importantly, I promise you my genuine, honest, unconditional and true love.”

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-Y/N-

Holy shit, you thought to yourself as this beautiful and perfect man hovered over you spilling his heart to you. This man who you’d fallen in love with was telling you he’d fallen in love with you too. It was a shock to say the least. You’d hoped of course but you hadn’t suspected he felt how you felt—not yet at least.

The tear that slid out your eye was a happy one, but you saw his brows knit as he trailed his finger up wiping it away.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, words escaping you.

“Tell me, I want to make it better.”

You smiled and brought his head to you, kissing his lips.

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. I just love you.”

Regé slowly smiled and soon the two of you were smiling at each other like fools.

“Will you wear it?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you held up your arm for him to latch the bracelet on. Once he had, you both stared at it feeling the renewed connection between you as well as the weight of the jewelry that probably only equated to less than a pound, but it was the sentiments that weight more than the moon. Regé kissed you again then trailed his lips to your neck then across your collar. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feel of him against you.

The lower he went the more your skin tingled and the more it tingled the wilder the swarm of butterflies in your gut fluttered. When Regé’s lips touched your cleavage, you opened your legs making room for him. A groan was his reply before he latched onto your neck once more. This time his kisses were more persistent. Then they turned to sucks and a moan fell from your mouth. When he pulled the bow tie straps from your shoulder, he replaced them with his lips.

His lips were wreaking havoc on you. Everywhere they went he left trails of icy hot fire which didn’t help you, it only made you want him more. Regé planted kisses across your body dipping down to your stomach and then your bare thigh. When his lips pressed to your exposed inner thigh, you gasped, arching off the bed of Lavender beneath you. Glancing down, you caught Regé’s eyes and the look in them had a pool of moisture dripping from you.

“Oh god,” you whispered as you angled your head backward looking up into the purple, pink and yellow decorated sky.

Regé’s lips went lower on your thigh until he got to your knee, he then switched legs and repeated the kisses showing both your thighs equal attention. You were dizzy at this point. The bottles of wine you’d drank were now teaming up to lift you into the sky. Everything was working against you, the aroma in the air calming you, but Regé’s lips on your flesh working you up into a frenzy and the wine making you want to do very bad, nasty things to him.

“Regé,” you whispered as your hand dropped on top of his head.

“Yes, sunshine,” he mumbled against your hip.

You looked back down and found your dress was just at your crotch, he hadn’t gone any further, but you could see he wanted to. The question was in his eyes coaxing you to ask him—beg him even.

“What do you want, princess?”

You bit your bottom lip and tried to restrain yourself a little. “Please--.”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

Regé dropped a kiss on your fully clothed pubis. You groaned then huffed. A small smile spread across his face.

“Can I taste you, Y/N?”

You shattered then. You were his to do with as he saw fit. You nodded a little more enthusiastically than you’d wanted which made Regé smile.

“Relax for me sweetheart. Let me do all the work.”

With that, you felt his lips start again on your thighs before he made his way to your pelvis. Dropping back, you sighed as you stared into the sky. You felt him pull your underwear to the side then suck in a rushed breath. Your head snapped up to watch.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. So—perfect.”

Who knew you had a praise kink. With those words you felt new wetness seep from you. It was something Regé proved as a fact when he groaned.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

With that, he tipped his tongue out and licked you from opening to clit. You gasped, then dropped back onto the lavender.

“Haaaa,” you moaned out.

Regé swirled your clit with his tongue. The action was so slow that you found yourself bucking against his mouth just to feel more. Regé chuckled softly.

“Patience sunshine.”

Your hips stilled and as if to reward you, he kissed your swollen and aching bud. You sighed again then settled allowing him to pleasure you. When he licked across you again, he flicked your bud then sucked on it. Your hands flew to his head, and you buried your fingers into his curls.

“Mmmm,” you taste like rose, and strawberries,” Regé whispered.

His beard gently scratched the insides of your thighs and you bucked again. This time Regé wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing you close to him while holding you right where he wanted. His movements turned greedy then. As he latched onto your clit he slurped against your skin making goosebumps decorate your flesh. You could feel the beginning stirs of your impending release. Regé released your touch starved bud, then sloppily kissed your inner thighs nipping and sucking his way back to your core.

Once there he feasted starting a pace and rhythm that your body never memorized because every few seconds he switched it up. He dipped his tongue into your heat, then sucked before he brought his tongue to your clit. Quick butterfly flicks sent your back arching off the ground and your fingers digging deeper into his hair.

“Yes, Regé. Yes. Haaa!”

He mumbled against you speeding up his tongue before he sucked your flesh somehow getting your entire mound into his mouth. You saw stars in the lavender sky and imagined the buds of lavender floating above you in a swirling pattern. Hypnotized, you gasped loudly then clenched your thighs around Regé’s head trapping him as your body released all the pent-up desire within it.

“Aaaaaah!”

Slowly your body relaxed then released him from it’s prison. When you looked down at him he looked so damn fuckable. His lips were red, wet, and swollen. His eyes hooded and filled with so much need that you nearly threw yourself on him. Whatever desire your body had just expelled came back full force.

“I could taste you all day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

You smirked then laughed for some reason. Was it the wine finally driving you mad, or was it this man doing all the driving?

“Come ‘ere.”

Regé slid up you body pressing himself against you before he hovered over your face.

“You taste delicious.”

Looking him in his eyes you spoke. “Make love to me.”

Any humor on his face was gone in an instant and in that instant yearning like you’d never seen filled his Russet brown eyes. He didn’t answer which made you wonder if he didn’t hear you.

“Regé.”

“Right here?”

“Right now.”

He searched your eyes for a few seconds. “I don’t have--.”

“I trust you.”

He looked as if he could have said “aww” which made you smile.

“Make love to me.”

For emphasis so he knew you meant it, you began peeling his latte-colored blazer off of his shoulders revealing his white crewneck t-shirt. Regé helped you undress him, moving to lift his white shirt from his body after your smaller hands peeled off his blazer. As he was shirtless over you, you couldn’t help but gawk at his magnificent flesh on display. He was built, not overtly so but more than enough. His abs bulged underneath the light of the setting sun, decorated by a dusting of dark coiled hair that your fingers wanted—no needed to touch. So you did.

Contradiction, you thought. It looked coarse but to the touch it was soft. You felt Regé’s midsection quiver as he released a jagged breath. Your eyes locked and it felt like air had turned electric. Your entire body felt like you’d stuck your wet finger into a socket. The clench in his jaw told you he had to also be feeling the same thing. At the same time, you and Regé went for eachother meeting one another halfway. His large hand held you around your back as you brought your hands to his pants.

Your lips danced together, fitting together perfectly. You moaned against him when he splayed his hand at your tailbone and pulled you closer to him. This action sent your wet core against the hardened mass that was his dick.

“Fuck,” you mumbled against his lips.

Hastily, you undid the button of his pants then moved on to the zipper.

Regé groaned and rocked forward sending his need flush against you. The impressive hardness was coaxing you, tempting you, driving you fucking insane. You couldn’t handle anymore. Regé latched his lips onto your neck right at your sweet spot. Your high-pitched panting rolled over the empty lavender fields. You lifted your legs using your now bare feet to push at the pants and underwear still separating you and Regé. You needed to feel him against you. You were tired of waiting.

“How do you feel this good?”

Regé sounded mystified, confused by how effortlessly the two of you complimented the other.

You clawed at his back then smiled when you felt the strong muscles bunch and dance under your fingers. Regé shimmied from his clothing then you felt the weight of him pressing atop your pubis. You couldn’t help but look and when you did your jaw dropped. Fuck, you thought. You’d suspected he was hung but good golly miss molly. Not only was he lengthy but his girth was impressive. Your core clenched in anticipation of the battle ahead. You were so glad you were wet already.

“Are you sure?”

Regé’s voice was strained as if he was barely holding on. The sticky opaque liquid seeping from him confirmed it, he was just as on edge as you were. You met his eyes and nodded. You felt him rub his dick along your slit. Slowly down to your opening, around it then slowly back up to your hungry clit then around it. He did this a few times each time teasing your body more and more. Every time he circled your opening you took a small breath, held it, and waited for him to fill you but he didn’t. When he didn’t your body tensed. Soon, you were so tightly bound that if the wind blew as it had a few moments ago you’d come.

“Regé,” you whimpered.

His thick knitted eyebrows, squinted eyes and clenched jaws said he wasn’t just teasing you but he was teasing himself. He circled your opening again then locked eyes with you just before he thrust forward sending just the head of his invasion inside of you. You clenched around him sucking the very life from his dick. The action had Regé half collapse on top of you. His elbows dug into the lavender underneath your bodies sending the aroma to swim more around you.

You couldn’t move, the stretch of just the tip of him had you stunned. It had been a while since you’d done this and while you were no professional, professional you definitely weren’t a novice. Lifting your legs off the ground, you wrapped them around his back giving him a different angle. Regé sucked in a breath as he dipped deeper inside of your body. Slowly he filled you, slowly giving you every inch of him. With every second your body slowly adjusted to him. It wasn’t painful per se, but you undeniably felt the stretch as your body tried to adjust to him. He felt incredible, powerful, and so damn hot inside of you that you knew you weren’t going to last long. You were surprised you’d held on this long.

“Uuugh,” Regé grunted as you clenched around him again. He was fully sheathed within you and just waiting, allowing you to adjust. You loved him even more for it but your impatience was getting the better of you.

“M—more!”

Regé drew back only leaving the tip of himself inside before he thrust forward in one swift and powerful thrust.

“Ah!”

Again he did it. Each time he thrust back into you; his force was more bruising, more demanding. It felt as if he were demanding everything you had, every crevice, every inch of your canal, everything you had to give—he wanted. When he thrust into you again, you raised to meet him then circled your hips willingingly giving him everything he wanted. It was his for the taking. Regé’s shouldered tensed when you did it then you felt him bit your neck.

“Yes, Y/N!”

Feeling bolder from his praise you met him thrust for thrust, each time circling your hips fucking him as good as he was fucking you. Regé’s sped his thrusts sending your still concealed breasts swinging. His eyes locked on your globes then he cupped one and roughly pulled your dress down to reveal one breast.

“Haa! So fucking beautiful.”

His lips latched onto your pert nipple and he sucked as if there was life saving nectar within them. You moaned as your pleasure doubled and again your eyes locked onto the beautiful sky above you. You’d wondered when this would happen and couldn’t have picked a better one. You knew you’d always remember this.

“I love—love—I love you,” Regé stuttered out.

He was shaking above you and you knew he was holding himself back. Rolling onto him, your bodies crushed another lavender bushel. You made a mental note to generously compensate the farmers before you left. The way Regé looked up at you as he laid under the bed of lavender only made your heart lurch, and core clench around him like a vampire needing more sustenance from its prey. You felt so full of him, so incredibly full that you couldn’t believe you weren’t trying to get away from him. Instead, you rocked your hips, rolling them as cerulean waves did in the endless depths of the ocean.

Regé planted one hand on your hip and one hand behind his head as his jaw slacked. Grinding on him, you put one hand across his abs and the other on your head. The sensations bubbling within you were becoming so intense—too intense. you were close. When you began bouncing on him you shook every time you came down on his thickness and every time you shook your orgasm crept closer and closer. Regé gripped your hips with both hands then jack hammered into you. With eyes locked and your desire for one another at peak you came undone.

“Aaaaah! Regé!”

His name echoed over the vastness of the field, and you didn’t care if anyone was around to hear it or see the carnal things you were doing in broad daylight. They were welcomed to watch, and you hoped they were enjoying the show, because you definitely were.

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-Regé-

Taking advantage of your lackadaisical state of mind, he rolled onto you again, put your leg onto his shoulder then held the other down. You were wide for him. Every inch of your sex was on display for his eyes to feast on and he loved the view. Fucking hell you were gorgeous. Every single inch of you his eyes had seen he’d been met with nothing but perfection. You were perfect, perfect for him and he’d never let you go. Never. He thrust into you again and your hand flew to his stomach. He hesitated for a moment studying you.

The look in your eyes and the way you bit onto your bottom lip told him it wasn’t that he’d hurt you. No, that wasn’t it. You were sensitive from your orgasm seconds ago, and if he did that again you’d come all over again. He knew it and he desperately wanted you to lose control, he needed to see you at your most primal, lost in the need of your desire for him. Probably because he was already there. He was holding back with every punch of control he still possesed.

With a smirk, he repeated the action. His swollen tip nudged against the tightly coiled bundle of flesh inside of you and when you released a breathy gasp and bite down harder on your lip he knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He did it again and watched your skin prickle with goosebumps erupt. God he loved how you reacted to him. When he did it a fourth time you came again, arching off of the bed of lavender while pressing your hands flat against the ground. You looked like you were summoning the goddess of the earth herself using your orgasm as tribute.

“Shhhhit!”

He quickly plowed into you, his control was gone and all he felt was a deep burning need for you. Your moans got louder and louder and as they did you writhed underneath him. Locking his eyes on your sex, he watched himself slip in and out of your slickened heat and every thrust forward his mouth watered at how you sucked him in, how you took from him what you wanted. His body tensed, heart thudded rapidly, and his thrusts staggered as he lost control completely. With one, then two more thrusts he knew he was going to come, and he knew this would be one for the record books.

You dug your nails into his back as you locked eyes with him and seductively whimpered his name.

“Rege!”

That was all he needed before his entire being left his body as he came, filling you with spurt after spurt of everything he had. It was yours, no matter what you wanted he’d give it to you and that included his first, second, third and last born. He was yours, unequivocally and quite possibly eternally. God help him.

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nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid · 4 days

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My recent reblog has reminded me of how much abled people really just.... don't understand. Both physical and mental disabilities.

I feel like... abled folks are so used to everyone (other abled folks) doing things maliciously. Whether actively malicious or passively. With hidden intent. Hidden meaning. Carelessness. Or whatever.

There's almost always social cues hidden meanings behind phrases and actions that (to me) makes no sense other than to not be direct/respectful with someone.

Like an abled friend of mine thinking I just, casually blew off her kid's birthday party last year. She genuinely had it in her head that I didn't actually care. That I said I'd go and backed out for an invalid reason. That I simply went "eh, changed my mind."

Not me almost passing out after spending 5 minutes in my driveway in the summer with this pots body and taking basically 24+ hours to recover from it while getting lengthly texts from her being upset with me for not showing.

I understand she was upset. And it was valid. Wanting someone close to be there for a special event for you/your child. And them not making it at the last moment. What I did not understand or excuse was the way she went about berating me and guilting me after I tried to explain to her why that day happened the way it did.

It just.... didn't get through to her. She kept passing over the explanation with "well you still should've, well this, well that".

No. No well. No well anything. I physically almost had a serious health incident TRYING to get to you and couldn't. So yes. I prioritized my health over a birthday party. Yes I'm sorry your feelings got hurt. But I'm not sorry I took care of my health first.

Our friendship..... really had been strained a couple of times because she hadn't grasped that her issues with me were because of my audhd & pots.

Another day was a playdate with our kids. We were supposed to meet up at a water pad for kids in the morning-ish. No real set time or time limit.

She said, in text while I was en route, that she couldn't stay past 11 o'clock. My gps told me we'd get there at 10:50-something. Just shy of 11.

So to me. That meant I was going to get there, get parked, unload the kids, and she was going to be gone. I still tried to go. We got ¾ of the way there and I couldn't get ahold of her via text. I was overheating and full of anxiety so I wasn't thinking straight and didn't think to just... call. Calling gives me anxiety even with people I'm close to. So it just wasn't an option that crossed my mind.

We turned around and went back home and I told her as much.

Cue the upset. Cue the "wait so you're not coming?" "So you wasted my time?" Which I understand. I do. I just hate that she didn't understand why I took her messages the way I did. Why I didnt call in my frazzled state. She thought it was careless and malicious.

She got very upset bcuz she rearranged her morning to meet up and I get that. (Which i didnt know she went through all that trouble) But what I wasnt told at the time was that there was a time limit until the day of. What she didn't understand was she basically told me she was leaving at 11.

So in my overheated panicked audhd brain, I thought I guess it won't work out this time we can try again.

But to her. It was me blowing her off not a care in the world about her and seeing her/the kids. When that wasn't it at all.

We fought for that day over it. Then when I tried to talk to her like normal a few days later she was upset that I was casually talking to her as if nothing happened. As if she wasnt still hung up on it. When 1 she didnt tell me she was still upset and 2 i can't read tones/passive aggressiveness in texts for shit so how was I supposed to realize she was being short with me bcuz she was still mad a week later?

I know I'm ranting but.... she just... she was so set on my brain and body being the same as hers and couldnt fathom that I could do such things innocently and not being mean, careless, malicious, etc.

I love this friend dearly and we are now on better terms when she FINALLY understood why I'm the way that I am and that nothing I do is to purposely hurt her feelings or waste her time.

But I almost lost a friend over my disabilities and that shit is fucking stupid. Absolutely stupid. I just.... this is why my friend group is primarily other people who are neurodivergent/disabled. Over time we let our guards and masks down and thrived as friends and helped each other and worked around each other's struggles.

But some friends..... they just don't understand. Not fully. They both now know I struggle and why I struggle. But their understanding is only to a certain point. They're good people. But there is a clear difference and it makes me sad a lot.... I think somewhere in their minds the "if you work hard enough you'll overcome it" mindset still exists within them. They don't outright say it. But I get that feeling sometimes when we interact.

I've already lost so many people in my life for other reasons (coming out) so I'm honestly holding on to my small group for dear life. I know the saying of if they were REALLY your friend they'd accept you for who you are and what you are. But honestly to me that really sours all the good memories and experiences I had with them growing up. Makes it all seem invalid bcuz they weren't genuine on their end. But I was genuine on mine. I was still a part of making those memories.

Yes they turned out to be my friend for selfish reasons but... it was still a person I made memories with. Someone who is stuck in my core even though they're gone forever from my life. I wouldnt ever want them back in my life. But i still learned from them and lived life alongside them. I wont invalidate that.

I should stop rambling at this point but. Man shit really got me thinking about things from my past. Distant and recent.

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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The Witch of Camden Town SMUT

Part 12

Alfie Solomon’s X Jovonka(FemOC)

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A/N: Hey how's it going everyone I am back with another part for my Alfie story. I know it has been a long time not posting another chapter. And for many reasons so I got a new job and it has been going very well but at the same time it doesn't mean I am not leaving you guys hanging at all. the good thing is that I am going to work two times every week and I so so much time to catch up on my stories and maybe even do a few drabbles and one-shots at the same time. But yet again guys here is part 12 of my Alfie storyline and I hope you enjoy this chapter and this story as much as I have. I promise I will try to post as much as possible and as always guys thank you for the support and the following I appreciate it. Again guys please comment and reblog the post it'll mean a lot guys for me and the blog. As always guys thank you for sticking around in reading and I'll catch you guys next time soon. See Ya!!!

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, So much Fluff(Jovonka and Alfie), Mentions of scars and bruises, and Morning SMUT

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“Well now, thank you for coming in as always my dear boy, I’ll see you again tomorrow at the same hour as usual eh?” Lars said to Novel as he finished cleaning the last few tables on the side of the restaurant.

“Yes, I will be here as always, sir, and no need to thank me. I am just here doing my job. I appreciate the opportunity and feel lucky and glad to find good people like you, sir. But as always, I’ll be here first thing in the morning. You have a good night now,” Novel said as he finished wiping down the last table for the night.

“Good man and you have a good night’s rest as well son, see you in the morning then,” Novel’s boss said as he walked his way to the entrance, as Novel walked behind.

“Oh, by the way Lars, is it alright if I can take another piece of that pineapple dessert you sell? Novel said as his boss stops mid-way out of the door.

“Yes, of course, and take as pieces as you like Novel. Let me guess it’s for that woman that sometimes comes in init?” Lars said with a little chuckle, which Novel nodded his head with a smile.

Both Novel and Lars walked their way out of the restaurant. The old man locked the front door, and both men said their last “goodnights” to each other. As the men parted their ways from each other, Novel then walked his way towards the hotel that he now calls home. As the now quiet dimly lit night Novel then made a right turn at the end of the path. There were a couple of townspeople still walking around, while others were just smoking within groups or having a laugh together. Novel realized that Margate as a whole is a silent and yet noisy place, just like the circus, but safer. He has noticed that most of the folks he has talked to besides Lars have been very respectable, friendly and overall welcoming. Novel was very skeptical about how everything felt different and new when they first arrived in Margate. But once he worked at the restaurant with Lars, it has been very relaxing and enjoyable. And nothing like what he had to suffer through in the circus for most of his entire life since he joined Gustovo. Novel was happier to be out of that world of pure abomination and since Jovonka, Isabel, and Elena were here with him. He was determined to make as much money as possible so all four of them can run far away from London. He even one time promised the girls that they will go back to their hometown in Romania. Both Isabel and Elena were all in for it except for Jovonka wasn’t unsure if that was the right thing to do. Novel felt a bit bothered Jovonka didn’t seem to be all excited about it, mostly. But the young lad knew very well why she didn’t want to leave Margate and London as a whole. All because of that Jewish man that saved her life and had a lot of attachments towards his savior. Which Novel felt a bit betrayed and heartbroken to realize she loves someone that has only known for a few months. Though Novel stopped fighting for her love a while back but he still cares about Jovonka no matter what she does or who she loves now.

Novel then finally reached the front of the hotel’s front door. He made his way inside, and to his surprise, Isabel was there to greet him.

“Novel, thank goodness you are here. Have you seen Elena and Jovonka? They haven’t come back almost this whole evening since they left with Alfie and it’s getting late. And I am getting worried if something bad might have happened to them,” the older sister said as Novel closed the door behind him.

“No, I haven’t seen them come by the restaurant or anything, and you know they are safe with him, you know that, right?” he said as they both made their way down a small narrow hallway.

“I know, Novel, you're right. Just don’t want to think if any of Gustovo’s men caught them or even worst that dreadful Sabini man himself. But I know Jovonka and Little Elena are safe under Alfie’s hands. I trust him very much,” Isabel said as they then reached a small dining room as they sat at the nearest table close to them.

“You really seem to trust that man very much. Don’t you ever think that maybe one day he might make a mistake and you maybe see him differently? I don’t know Isabel, but I have this feeling that maybe he will break that trust you have in him. What if he cannot look out for Jovonka and Elena? I told you already. Once I have enough money saved up, we can get the hell out of this place and start a new life again in Romania. I know you and Elena want that very much but it’s Jovonka who I’m worried for the most because of that man that came into her life and because she loves him very much,” Novel said as he leaned his back against the chair while Isabel nodded her head.

“Novel, please at least understand one thing about Alfie at least once. Be thankful to that same man who found and saved us before Gustovo’s men, who almost took us back to the circus. And may I remind you as well that she almost got raped and almost tortured by that Italian scum that night? All because my parents were more worried about the money than the safety of my sister,” she said as her hands turned into fists, thinking about that night Jovonka got sent away to Sabini’s house. “I will never forgive you for doing that to her because they once did that to me a very long time ago if you remember that Novel.”

“I remember that night clearly. It also angered me to see you sent away by that old bastard. No girl like you or Jovonka should ever go through such things. They think you and Jovonka are the but I know your parents are selfish for doing that no offense. But that is why I want to leave this place, because I want to see you girls be happy and free as you were before you came to the circus. I promise you we will get out of here no matter how long we get back to Romania, yea?” Novel said as Isabel just nodded her head, agreeing to leave Margate as soon as possible.

“I know Novel I understand it’s just I’m worried if we might get caught. Knowing that anybody around this town could be with Sabini or Gustovo. I still care for my parents, but they have done so much damage to me and Jovonka. And I don’t want Elena to suffer the same path as we did. It’s just too risky to even think about. I’ll try to talk to Jovonka again, which I know won’t be easy since Alfie is part of her life now. But anyway, is that the pineapple cake that I love?” Isabel said as she pointed at the box Novel carried all the way from the restaurant.

“Yea it is, and I brought two more pieces so you don’t have to bother me when you come to the shop,” Novel said in a joking way, making Isabel arch her eyebrow at him.

“So you're saying I’m annoying and a stick in the mud to ask you nicely for a piece of cake?” Isabel said as she opened the box as took a bite of the cake.

“No, not at all. I am just messing with you. I brought more, so you don’t need to come every time. But you’re not wrong I’m always happy to see you there, I sometimes just wish Jovonka came along with you,” Novel said as he took a piece of cake knowing it has been a while since they both haven’t talked so much as before.

Isabel saw the change of expression on his face when they always bring Jovonka, knowing that he was still deep inside of his heart. He has strong feelings for her younger sister no matter what, knowing that Jovonka would still choose Alfie over Novel.

“Novel, hey, Jovonka still loves you and cares about you. I know she hasn’t been around with you for a long time. But don’t think that she has forgotten about you because she never has, because you are as important to her as much as she is important to you. She is your family and someone who is grateful to have you in her life and mine and Little Elena’s. Trust me, I know she thinks about you all the time. Never think she has fully erased you from her heart. Ok?” Isabel said as she took another bite of the cake, while Novel got lost in his train of thoughts.

He has been thinking of a way to maybe want to get rid of Alfie or make his image look bad in front of the girls. So they wouldn’t have to trust him so he might get Jovonka’s attention on him than she has been towards Alfie. He knew it would be selfish of him to do, but knowing she had been around with him for too long. Novel felt that what he should do to get Jovonka’s heart back to him was by doing something idiotic, so he could blame the bearded man. And that way he could get Jovonka back and would feel satisfied to have her back by his side. However, the more he thought about it, the better he thought of a plan that he would make it more come true. He just had to time it perfectly and have Jovonka be there to witness it.

As the hours went by, both Novel and Isabel felt drowsy, which they then called a night. Isabel, however, became more and more worried about Jovonka's and Elena’s return. But she had to trust her instincts and also have faith in Alfie that he had them safe with him. As they made their way through a small lit hallway towards their rooms, Isabel then felt a small headache. Novel noticed her as she placed a hand against her left shoulder while seeing blurry visions that she couldn’t quite see clearly.

“Isabel, what is the matter? Are you alright?” Novel said in a nervous tone while the older sister let out a small groan in pain.

She could hear a woman’s voice, but she recognized quickly that it was Jovonka’s voice. But once her vision was clear as the sky, Isabel saw Jovonka naked, crouched down on a dirty-looking bed while her scars and bruises were shown from behind her back. She also noticed something different about her before she could get closer to her. Jovonka then turned in her direction and as Isabel let out a small gasp, her once small stomach was now a big bump. She couldn’t believe her eyes at what she was seeing in front of her. Could it be possible? Both girls were inside what looked to be a dimly dark basement that Isabel had no clue where this could be. It frightened her very much and as Jovonka raised onto her feet, Isabel could hear her hard breaths quicken as her sister then spoke to her.

Sister… save yourself save Elena… before you suffer what I will suffer through this never-ending hell that I will go through…

Isabel suddenly breathed in a huge gasp of air while she looked around the dimly lit hallway.

“Isabel it’s alright, take it easy just take deep breaths what happened what did you see?” Novel said as he helped the older sister try to balance herself from not falling to the floor.

“Novel… I… I fear the worst will come soon for my Jovonka… and… this is the closest that I will see, feel and fear the most for her.

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The Next Morning

The feeling of Alfie’s warm chest against Jovonka’s body was all that made her feel safe and happy. As she slowly opened her eyes, she could hear his low snores while feeling his chest rising up and down against her cheek. Jovonka then slowly lifted her head up as she looked up at the man who made love to her last night. Jovonka smiled to herself while Alfie shifted under the bed as he continued sleeping. She then tried her best to get up from the bed, but she then suddenly heard Alfie call out her name softly.

“Jovonka, where you think you’re goin’ my little treacle, eh?” Alfie said in a sleepy, hoarse way while she smiled back at him.

“Well, good morning to you, my sweet darling,” Jovonka said as she placed a hand against his right cheek, as Alfie pecked her small lips against his lips.

“Good mornin’ to you as well, me lovely angel. Last nigh’ was exquisite and enchantin’. I hope you enjoyed it as well love, how do you feel righ’ now? Any pain of any kind, me flower?” Alfie asked, while placing a small lock of her hair behind her left ear.

“I am alright my dear, I told you after we… we hehe, made love to each other. The only thing I felt while you were inside me was amazing sensations and the feeling of our souls bonding together. I felt like I was also seeing stars while you were making me feel undone. I really would love to do it again if that is alright with you, Alfie,” Jovonka said as she caressed his muscular chest with her hand, while Alfie gently caressed her arm with his big hand.

“Is that so, my dear little jewel? I am glad to hear tha’ I made you feel many vibrations between us both. And ahh, seems like someone’s tempted to be a bad girl again now do you?” he said with a smirk on his face as Jovonka let out a chuckle while she sat on top of him as Alfie placed his hands on both of her hips.

“Well my love, I really love how your tongue and those tasty lips of yours felt against my forbidden flower last night,” Jovonka said as she leaned her forehead against his as she massaged his broad shoulders with her smooth hands talking to Alfie in a seductive and erotic way. “Your big hard cock inside my warm wet walls was the best thing I ever felt in my life. You really made my world come to a full stop when you were thrusting ever so lovely inside of me.”

Alfie bites his bottom lips at hearing his naughty woman speaking about their last night’s activities that they both lovingly shared. He then moves his hands soothingly up to her soft milk shoulders as he then took her lips between them. Their kiss became increasingly arousal as Alfie gently grabbed both of her breasts that fit perfectly in his large hands. Jovonka let out a small gasp between their lips as he then kissed the side of her neck, continuing to massage her breasts. Alfie then felt his member become hard once again while Jovonka nibbled the side of his neck. Making him bite gently down on the side of her right shoulder as she continued kissing him down to his chest. He then twirled her around on her back. Jovonka then let out a small yelp as Alfie took her lips in his.

“I want to take care of you first before you do me, my love yea?” he said, taking in her right nipple while teasing her other with his fingers.

Jovonka let out a moan while she took a few locks of his hair into her fist, while he continued to tease and lick her nipple in his mouth.

“Mmm Alfie… yes just like that… don’t stop my dear,” Jovonka said as her eyes again turned into bright amber color, feeling those sensations like she did last night.

Alfie then went to kiss her other nipple as he massaged her right breast. Jovonka arched her back as nibbled her nipple harder. As he stopped teasing her breast, he then licked his way down to her stomach. Until Alfie reached where he could touch her for his own. As he adjusted himself between her legs and her wet folds, he then teasingly kissed both of her thighs as he looked up at her seductively. Jovonka bite her bottom lips as a small smile formed in her mouth. Loving how he looked from where she was looking at Alfie.

“You want me to open tha’ forbidden fruit of yours if you let me tha’ is my naughty goddess?” Alfie said as he looked up at his woman. While she felt her cheeks feel hot and had a smile on her face.

“You may open it as you please, my love. Because you’re the only one who’s allowed to touch and lick me as much as you like. Please stop teasing me, my love, and take me into the heavens above,” Jovonka said as bright amber eyes glistened towards him as Alfie marked wet kisses along both of her thighs.

Alfie then, without warning, licked her clit and folds while he pinned down her hips. She then grabbed the bed sheets with her fists as he continued to make her flower wetter. He then inserted two fingers that made her fall off the edge as he wrapped his left arm underneath her.

“Fuck Alfie yes… please go harder,” she said as she tilted her head back while Alfie then thrust his fingers in and out ever faster.

He then could taste her delicious juices around his mouth as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. And before he knew it, Jovonka let out a loud moan as her orgasm flushed out inside of his mouth. He then steadied his pace as she drained her juices out while Jovonka bit her lips once more. As he hovered above her, he then took her lips again, and she could taste her own juices. She then wrapped her arms around his back and Alfie grabbed her hips with his hands. Alfie was now on his back as it was now Jovonka’s turn to give pleasure to his king. Jovonka then kissed his lips once more than she now slowly licked her way down to where she wanted to be. Alfie felt this as he let out a smooth groan, loving the way her tongue felt against his skin. And once she got to his now hard member, she then took him in between her hands as she licked the top of his cock. Alfie tried to hold back a moan as he felt her mouth consuming his entire length. She then bobbed her head up and down slowly while her right hand massaged his balls.

“Fuck love… go harder for me, my little dove,” Alfie said as he gently grabbed her dark locks with his right hand as she continued to swallow him ever so.

Jovonka surprised herself as she took in his cock deep into her throat while continuing to bob up and down faster. This made Alfie moan out her name loudly as he heard her gag around his rock-hard cock ever more increasingly. She could feel saliva dripping down from her lips as she pressed her nails deeper against his hips. And for a moment longer, she then released him from her mouth, catching her breath as she wiped away her saliva with her hand. She then left some small kisses on the length of his cock while Alfie continued to moan lowly. After she finished kissing his cock, she then made her way up to Alfie once more, than they kissed more tenderly this time. He then lends back to see her glowing eyes once more until Alfie caressed her soft right cheek with the back of his hand.

“I will never be tired of these bright glowing amber eyes of yours. They will always bring a smile to me face. You are just beautiful and a gift from the heavens. And most of all, you are mine and mine to only have and possess. Would you want to try something different this time, my lovely muse?” he said as both of their noses touched each other while their hands intertwined with each other.

“Hehe, what is it you have in mind that you think I would enjoy this time?” she said while a small giggled came out of her mouth, which Alfie pecked her lips again.

“You’ll find out soon, my dear, but you first have to be on your stomach. Here, let me guide you,” he said as he sat up from the bed while Jovonka sat sideways.

“On my stomach, Alfie?” she said in a confused tone as she sat on her knees while Alfie adjusted a small pillow for Jovonka to lean on.

“I know this migh’ look different from what we did last nigh’, but don’ you worry my lovely flower. And if you don’ want to do this it’s alrigh’ I just don’ want you to feel uncomfortable or anythin’ like tha’? I would be happy to wait until you are ready,” Alfie said as Jovonka nodded her head in silence as she was thinking about whether she should do this new position with Alfie or not.

“I would love to try it, my dear, but… will… will it hurt a bit more than what we did last night?” Jovonka said in a shy tone, which made Alfie’s heart sink while hearing her nervous voice.

“My darlin’, do you trust me? And Jovonka, look at me,” Alfie said as he cupped her chin between his fingers as she looked into his blue eyes. “If you wish to try, wait as I told you. That’s perfectly fine with me, my jewel. I just don’ want to hurt you and make force you to do somethin’ you're not so sure abou’ just yet. But if you wish to continue, then I will follow you, yea?”

Jovonka just nodded her head as she now had to say the last word, knowing that deep in her heart, she wanted this. Wanting to know and feel more of these new sexual feelings, she has been waiting to explore for a while. She then placed her hands on either side of his face, bringing him in for another kiss. As their kiss deepened and their tongues danced lovingly together for a moment. She then came to her final decision as she leaned back to look into his eyes again.

“I wish to feel this new position with you Alfie if that is alright with you, my love?” She said, leaning her forehead against his as Alfie placed his hands on both of her shoulders.

“Then your wish is mine to command my lovely starligh”. Here, lay down on your stomach,” he said as Jovonka did what she was told to do.

As Jovonka made herself more comfortable, the now warm bedsheets underneath her stomach. Alfie then sat on both of his knees as he helped Jovonka lift her bottom a bit more up.

“I’m I doing this right, Alfie?” She asked, as her cheeks became redder than before.

“Yea, you’re doing it righ’ my love, do you feel comfortable?” He said, wanting to make sure his rose was feeling sure of herself.

Jovonka just nodded her head as she moved her long locks to her side, while Alfie made himself a bit more comfortable.

“Wait, Alfie,” she said as she looked at him sideways as her heart pulsed uncontrollably. “Can I hold you while you go slowly inside me?”

“My sweet lovely Jovonka of course, but I want you to know again tha’ if you think don’ wan to continue tell me to stop yea? Don’ hesitate at all my beautiful sapphire alrigh’?” Alfie said as he cupped her right cheek with his hand. As she nodded her head in agreement.

As Alfie wrapped an arm around her, she then placed her hand against his strong bicep as she waited nervously for what was to come next.

“And I love you and trust you deeply, Alfie, so much,” she whispered as she felt Alfie’s beard brush against her right cheek and shoulder.

“I love you more my sweet queen, I would’ know where I would be if it wasn’ for you to save me from my dark hole of mine,” he said as he kissed her right cheek, making her smile at his sweet words. “Are you ready for me to go inside you?”

Jovonka nodded her head slowly as Alfie grunted in reply as he slowly entered her slowly and patiently. Jovonka whimpered as she tightened her grip around his strong bicep, closing her eyes. Alfie stopped for a moment before he went further, knowing that it will hurt her more.

“Love, I think we should stop this. I don’ think this isn’ a good ide-”.

“No, please Alfie, continue. Don’t stop. I want you inside me already please,” Jovonka said as she still had her eyes tight shut, which Alfie didn’t seem to want to continue.

“Jovonka, are you sure, my love?”

“Yes, Alfie… I am very sure,” she said as she leaned her head against the white pillow as Alfie nodded his head at her command.

Alfie then slides himself deeper inside her, while Jovonka’s muffles were heard against the pillow. Alfie closed his eyes in concentration while trying to hold back his temptations to not thrust hard inside her. She was in Alfie’s eyes a delicate and cherished woman that he wanted to please in any way he could, but with so much respect and patience. He has had many experiences with sex, including when he used to do it with Alana. But to Alfie that was in the past, but now that he found Jovonka, it was a unique feeling, and a more special one, to begin with.

The further Alfie went inside of her, the more she felt a bit more confident and less painful when it began. As Alfie then thrust slowly inside her, he then laid his chin against her right shoulder as he watched her facial features as she continued to moan so lowly. He then kissed her right cheek while she felt his big and hard cock going in and out of her.

“Alfie… oh… yes, please keep going faster, please,” she said as she placed her right hand behind his head as he picked the pace up a bit more.

As he continued to thrust her ever so deliciously, they both felt like seeing the heavens, while Jovonka’s eyes continued to glow brighter. As her moans became louder, Alfie then wrapped her around her stomach as he thrust into her harder. Jovonka moaned his name out as she grabbed onto the pillow she laid beneath her as Alfie let out grunts and moans between his teeth. As Jovonka tighten her grip harder around the pillow, she then let out a louder moan as she felt she was coming undone. Alfie then felt his orgasm was about to explode anytime. As he pounded harder inside of her, they both moaned in unison as Jovonka titled her head back as Alfie bite her down against her shoulder. And as they didn’t for much longer, they both came as Alfie thrust his juices out inside of her wet walls. As they both caught their breaths, Alfie then laid carefully on top of her, feeling his hot breath breathing against her back. They both laid there for a moment as Alfie got off from her as he laid on the side of the bed. Jovonka then smiled at him while wrapping an arm around his chest as she laid her head against his beating steady heart.

“Wha’ did you think about tha’ new experience love?” Alfie asked while caressing her lower back with his hand while she went silent for a moment to think about what she had experienced.

“Well, it was painful at first, but after you went further, it wasn’t as painful as it was in the beginning. But it was a good and lovely feeling, my love,” she said as she looked up in his direction, with a big smile spread across her face.

“Your not in pain or anythin’ tha’ I need to take care of my dear?” Alfie said as he placed a kiss on top of her head, as she caressed the top of her head.

“I feel numb but nothing painful or anything love, I’m happier that we did fuck again. I have to say you go I’m surprised that we both did it once more, but I loved it again as I did last night,” she said, making Alfie chuckle at her cute and naughty comment.

“I’m glad tha’ you enjoyed it once more, and especially that I didn’ hurt you so much either. You tend to have those few feelings at first my dove, but if we continue to fuck more righ’. You’ll never feel tha’ much numbness anymore after the first time you felt it. I just wish we can be like this forever,” Alfie said while he wrapped his other hand around her body.

“I do as well, my sweet king, but I have to go back to the hotel. My sister would be worried sick about where I and Elena have been all night. We should get going and I am sure little might wake up at any moment,” she said while she sat up and leaned away from his warm body.

Alfie was fast as he hugged her from behind as he playfully restrain her from not leaving the warm bed they both shared last night. He then smothered Jovonka with more kisses as she let out chuckles as he placed one kiss after the other.

“How abou’ if I tell you tha’ I want to do another round just one last time before we leave, eh?” he said as he gave a sly smirk and a wink at Jovonka, making her chuckle at his nonsense comment.

“Oh Alfie, please don’t be silly don’t you think two fucks isn’t enough for you?” she questioned him as she gave a small nudge at him as he kissed the side of her neck and shoulder.

“With you my little troublemaker yea, I will never get tired of wantin’ to make love to you and never will think of a moment in wanton’ to be inside you,” he said while Jovonka placed a sideway kiss on his lips, as Alfie placed her back on the bed thinking of nothing else but him and her.

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After two more rounds later, Alfie, Jovonka, and Little Elena were now sitting in the dining room while eating their morning breakfast. While they were all enjoying their tasty meals most of the time, Jovonka would side smile at Alfie whenever they caught each other’s gazes. Remembering the many pleasurable feelings they both shared a couple of moments back, really wanted to feel his manhood once again. She then, underneath the table, placed a gentle hand against Alfie’s left thigh, as he tried his best to not feel horny again. Before it got further, Edna disrupted them by coming into the dining room. Making Jovonka retreat her hand away from Alfie’s thigh.

“Would you like me to bring more tea for any of you?” she asked as she retrieved some small plates from the table.

“No, I am alright now, Edna, thank you,” Jovonka said as she finished eating her meal.

“Do you want any more tea or more eggs or potatoes, Mr. Solomons?” Edna asked as she took away Alfie’s plate from him.

“No, I am also alrigh’ thank you, Edna,” he said as the old woman nodded her head as she made her way out of the room.

As they all finished eating breakfast minutes later, Jovonka sat outside of the balcony while overlooking the ocean in front of her. While Little Elena was inside in the living room playing with Cyril as Alfie made his way to where Jovonka was. As he took the other chair next to her while he took a drag from his small brown pipe. As the warm and cool morning breeze brushed against her skin, she felt at peace while hearing the morning seagulls and the crashing of the small ocean waves together. She had her eyes while Alfie noticed this as he leaned towards her and gave a small kiss on her right cheek.

“Feelin’ well, my precious queen?” he said as Jovonka smiled in his direction as she placed a kiss on his soft lips.

“I am completely at peace here with you, my love. If only it were like this every day,” she said as she looked out into the ocean while Alfie took another drag from his small pipe.

“Jovonka, can we go to the beach again and take Cyril for another walk again, please?” Elena said as she sat on top of Jovonka’s lap while Cyril followed along behind the little girl.

“Not today, my dear. We have to get back to Isabel and Novel, and you little missy has to go to school. But I promise again we can go tomorrow. What do you think?” Jovonka said as Elena made a small frown as she made a pout with her lips.

“Oh, alright then, but at least I’ll see my friend again today. I just want to spend more time with Cyril again. He has been a good boy to me, isn’t that right Cyril?” Elena said as she patted the dog’s head while he gave a small bark in reply.

“I can leave you, girls, to the school, then. I sadly need to go to work again. Business is always keepin’ me away from bein’ with you two,” Alfie said as he looked at Jovonka, making a sad expression knowing that he needs to leave for Camden Town.

“Alfie sir, is it alright if you can bring us more of your bread that you make at your work if that’s ok?” Elena said while Alfie looked at Jovonka and she smiled knowing very well that he doesn’t make “bread” for a living.

“Well, darlin’ of course I can brin’ yous some later on today, I promise you it will be fresh and tasty just for you and your sister’s yea?” He said giving the little girl a wink and making Elena smile at hearing this.

“Come on now, Little Elena, let’s get going before it gets late,” Jovonka said as both girls got on their feet while Jovonka then made her way back into the living room.

Alfie then grabbed Jovonka by her hand and placed another long and sweet kiss on her lips once more. They both deepen their kiss a bit more, but Jovonka leaned back from him, knowing that it wasn’t the right time to do such a thing in broad daylight.

“Alfie, behave yourself, hehe. We have to get going. Come on, my love,” Jovonka said, giving another peck on his lips as they both walked their way out of the house.

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Meanwhile In The Sabini House

Sabini’s heavy breathing was escalating ever so heavily as he saw Jovonka in his dreams once again for the past months. He then bobbed his head from side to side as he tighten his eyes together more and more than he saw her face once again. He saw her as always every night, naked, bruises and scars appearing throughout her whole body, and her enormous stomach knowing that it was a sign of her carrying a child inside of her. But as he tried to reach out a hand towards her behind his back, he heard the hammer of a pistol pull back. And as he turned away from Jovonka, he then came face to face with the same man who he has called his friend and enemy for years. There he was in his hulking and intimidating position, with his usual black hat, black coat, that trimmed clean beard of his, and that pistol pointing directly at his face. And before he could say a word or two, he pulled the trigger, making himself sit up from bed, while panting. As he looked around his brightly lit room, he then placed his hands against his face, trying to process and understand why he has been still seeing and dreaming about these delusions.

Fuck me, what the hell do these dreams mean to me?…

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One City's Trash is Another Lightner's [@^&#*]!

Bit Story

Here's a little one-shot I made of Pancake and Spamton meeting for the first time. Well, at least they got to know eachother?

(Also I do not mind reblogs of my stories! It helps motivation actually)

Early mornings of Cyber City, the luminescent world was just waking up. More cars appeared on the roads, more shops were opened, and one Lightner was still awake after long hours of the night. Pancake had a living, and the best time to restock was in the middle of the night.

Ever since falling into this new strange world with no means of escape, the next best thing was to settle down for the time being and make some money. Even if that money came from the trash.

Reaching another dumpster she set her bag down and prepared to jump in. It was a typical routine, locate the dumpsters with the best stuff, take what you want, and leave. Easier done than said when there's no one in the shops, she thought.

She propped up her stick between the rim of the dumpster and the lid, clambering in to get inside. Was it safe? No. But then again, hardly anything she did was safe, even with precautions. She'd take the risks if it meant getting the end goal in the long run.

Rifling through trash bag after trash bag, she found stuff she wanted. Some shoes, a jacket, t-shirts, heck even a couple pillows (one of which was on the very bottom in the corner). Man Addisons can be pretty wasteful. Similar to humans, she guessed.

Pancake yawned, as she drapped herself over the dumpster's edge. The drowsiness was starting to hit, her eyes felt sunken and a headache was starting to form behind her eyes.

'Of all the times why now?' she curtly thought as another yawn escaped her. Ah well, she's gotten a decent haul tonight. She climbed out of the dumpster, shoved the stick and clothes in her bag, and headed down the alleyway. Perfect time to go home anyway.

Then she came across a wall. Two pathways, both that led into darkness, was on either side. She tilted her head down one, nothing was down there. 'Well great,' she swallowed, shaky legs backing down the other alleyway, 'just what I needed.'

She turned around and saw another dumpster. Was it just her half-asleep-adled brain, or did she not actually know about that dumpster? Eh she was already out. Sighing out her nose she walked over, if anything just to check it out. She can always come back later.

Bag was dropped, stick was fished out, posters were glanced at, and the dumpster lid was raised a little. Pancake squinted inside, it was too dark. She grumbled as her shoulders slumped, pinching the bridge her nose. The lack of sleep was getting to her, making her more irritable it seems. She could just go home. She already made note of where it is, but part of her really wanted to see what's in thos dumpster. And Pancake knew she was never going to get any sleep if she didn't at least check.

So she propped the stick, reached in her bag to get a flashlight, when she heard a thunk.

She raised her head and hissed in annoyance. Great, the lid fell, and the stick was on the inside of the dumpster. Juuuust great. On the plus side, it was a pretty big stick, so fishing for it wouldn't be that hard.

Lifting the lid once more, she reached in to feel around. Nothing. In fact the dumpster felt strangely...empty. Wonderful.

She reached further in. There was no clunk of stick that's fallen inside. So...where-

*CRUNCH*

Searing, hot pain shot up her arm as two clamps grabbed her arm hard with a vice grip, pain flashing up her arm as she felt skin break.

"NNGYAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Pancake whipped her arm out, with whatever was holding her, and backed into the other wall. This only caused the, what she can see now, assailant to clamp down harder. With a scream of pain and frustration she smacked her arm, and the thing that had a hold of her, into the wall. The thing gave out an oof as it let go and slid down the wall.

Pancake turned, more focused on her arm. It looked like a bite mark, bruised with some bleeding. And it stung so bad. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she tried to keep her breathing even, escaping past her teeth. She seemingly forgot about her assailant behind her.

He quickly picked himself up, brushed off his jacket, folded his arms with a glare that could kill, and yelled, "WELL W3LL, WHA T WaS [[That's A Wrap!!]] ALL [[It's About Time To-]]??" Pancake whipped around and finally saw him for the first time and shrank back.

He was shorter than she was, if that was possible, with a white face with red dots and a long nose and high cheek bones, a large smile that seemed to be gritting its teeth, and slicked back black hair that looked to be a mullet of sorts. All finished off with a dirty suit jacket (that seemed to be all he was wearing) and bicolored glasses. One pink and one yellow.

And he was not happy.

Pancake swallowed, heart racing from adrenaline and now a smidgen of fear. What...was this guy doing in a dumpster? He looked to be a doll too, a rather large ventriloquist dummy. As she was studying him he growled and asked again.

"I SAID, [what do you want-] WAS [[All-New!]] tHAT AB OU7?"

She blinked, opened her mouth, still dumbfounded there was something living in thr dumpster, when he looked to the side and saw her bag. It had fallen over, with some of the contents spilling out. Stuff he recognized. Those were some of the things he sells in his shop!

"I-I'm sorry. I...uh. Wasn't expecting somebody to be in-" Pancake's comment was cut short with another glare.

"So YOU [[Breaking and Entering]] MY [humble abode] AND Y0U'RE STE ALIN' mY [[Mechandice]]?!"

Pancake turned to see the bag. Your merchandise?" She turned back to face him. "Dude, it's trash!!"

"D0ESN 'T EXPLA 1N WHHY YOU'RE [[Take A Hike To-]] IT! IF IT'S TR4SH, THEN [[Tell Me Why]] YOU'RE TAKIN' IT!"

"I make art out of trash and sell it," Pancake grimaced when telling this dude. She didn't even know him, and yet.

The more pressing question was who was this guy? He looked vaguely familiar. Almost like a deja vu or a mandela effect type thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

"NEV3R THREW IT!"

Okay, that was good. She chuckled, and decided she kinda liked this guy despite him literally biting her arm.

"Clever. Very clever. Um, you can call me Jack."

"HMM JACK...J4CK..." He looked back up at her again and his eyes widened, "HOLY [cungadero] YOU'R3 A LIGHT >NER!!"

"Um, yeah?"

He was so focused on the fact someone was breaking into his house that he didn't see who it was. And now it was his time to study the new acquaintance. And she...was horribly off. Her teeth were too sharp, her eyes seemed to glow, she had antennae and claws. This Jack looked human, but felt like a monster. It scared him. Like she was something that shouldn't even exist.

After an extra awkward second on Pancake's end she coughed and looked away. "Is that a problem?"

The little man startled and shook his head, "NO, N0 NOT TH4T, IT'S THE [[Stolen Goods]] yOU HAVE!"

She looked back at her bag and then back at him. "S-so I've stolen your stuff? Like personal belongings?"

"NO! ONLY MY-"

"Just the stuff you sell?" She looked exhausted and done, and kinda angry. Then she paused, her eyes growing wide as she looked back at the dumpster. Thinking.

To his surprise, she walked back to her bag and pulled out a couple things, placing them on said dumpster.

'Why IS he in a dumpster?'

"I'm keeping the rest. Finders keepers after all!" She sneered, the ever-growing smile turning into a snarl as she turned. That. Was not normal. More importantly, she was keeping everything else? All of the stuff *he* could sell for [kromer]? Absolutely not.

Pancake didn't even take two steps when she heard a crunch and more flashes of pain. Screaming, she immediately slammed her back onto the wall closest her, which only made the injury throb harder.

"DUDE?"

"YA DON;T T4KE WHaT [that doesn't belong to you!] THAT'S PURE SP- SPAMTON G SPAMTON [merchandise!!]"

He lunged again and this time Pancake was prepared. Hitting the wall again as a large tenticle whipped behind her back and smacked him.

"You're lucky I let you have stuff! I need to make a living too!"

"OUT OF TR4SH?!"

"YES! I don't have anything else!"

This put a pause in Spamton. Looking at her wide-eyed. She took this as her leave as he stood there processing.

He watched her run off. Everything hurt. Mostly his middle, back, and shoulder. They throbbed as he hobbled back to his dumpster.

He almost didn't make it launching himself up the side, the pain throbbing and him hissing in pain. He dropped the stuff she gave back inside, and then clambered in himself. Geez, he needed to wait till these are all healed. That was on the forefront of his mind as he sank into the pillow at the bottom. Not the most comfortable, but the best he can manage being out here. Beggars can't be choosers.

Which is why...why did she need trash? He furrowed his brow at the thought. A Lightner, a divine being that looked so terribly different, she looked smaller but she loomed over him. And yet. Trash? Was she on the streets too?

He sighed. He may hate this [&%<#&] thief. Stealing his [merchandise], and what was more infuriating was that she didn't even pay after slamming him into walls. And yet can't help but wonder what exactly she's doing. Whatever. If Jack is going to do this again, he might as well show her who's the [Big Shot].

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 year

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#underswap - 245 posts

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#please respect each other and stop crying on tumblr that people don't understand your vision of a character

(lol, it had to be drama)

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hi! Just wondering about this, and idk if your ask box is open or not but... How would your skeleboys (maybe the UF and SF brothers react to Y/n sleepily cuddling them in the morning and being extremely clingy when they try to leave? I need some more fluff in my life please! Thank you and good night!

Underfell Sans - Oh no, he is prisonner but he has to go to work... What could he possibly do? He goes back under the blanket and hugs his S/O tighter of course. If his boss needs him so much this morning, he can still walk to his house and begs him to move. For now, he guesses it can't hurt to sleep a little more. Like one hour or two, or five or six, or more.

Underfell Papyrus - He sighs dramatically and replaces himself with the family dog. It's obviously not as comfortable as a skeleton, but it's big and it can fool a sleepy human long enough for him to prepare before going to work. Another victory for the terrible Papyrus.

Swapfell Sans - In his dreams, he would have done like Edge. But Nox is tiny and when he tries to leave, you squeeze him harder against you, so much that Nox can't do anything to escape. He is growling and struggling in your arms, but you are too far gone to even notice it. Worst, when Rus notices he is not awake, he comes into the room and takes a picture and leaves. Nox is silently insulting him and ordering him to come back, but Rus doesn't give a shit. Nox feels so humiliating right now.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh well. He takes a foghorn hiding under the bed and "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK". S/O jumps out of his skin and his brother rushes in panic in his room. When the both of them understands what happened, they both turn slowly towards Rus with a murderous look. Welp. Rus teleports to McDonald's. Bye.

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oh wow that one hurt my soul. gonna cry in a corner. maybe a quick fixer upper and S/O does wake up their just a very heavy sleeper?

Eh eh eh, too angsty for you? The first part of the ask is here.

Undertale Sans - You wake up in a "grraaawha?" as Sans is shaking you like a coconut, screaming and crying at the same time. When he meets your eyes, he freezes in shock. Then he jumps in your arms and sobs louder. He got really really scared. You're confused and concerned, but ok, it's cuddling time apparently.

Undertale Papyrus - He's relieved you're awake, but he's taking you to the hospital, happy or not. It's not normal to sleep an entire day like that and maybe something is wrong? He doesn't care if you whine, he's carrying you like a princess to his car.

Underswap Sans - When you move slightly when he's kissing you, he sighs in relief and just let you sleep. Also, he turns up the heater, you are cold.

Underswap Papyrus - He was right, something was wrong. S/O actually fainted in their sleep, and he has such a deep connection he felt it immediately. He called the first aider and they took you in charge, but it seems it was just due to the flu. He will gladly help you feel better, and now he has an excuse to not go to work to watch Disney movies with you.

Underfell Sans - So, it goes exactly the same. Edge had called Undyne and told Red that S/O had passed away, then Red attacked Edge, angry. And then... S/O just came out of their room, confused about why the brothers are fighting, and both Edge and Red are shocked. "WHAT THE FUCK? YOU WERE DEAD????" Well, turns out Edge didn't actually check and assumed that since you were not moving you were dead. Red is really not happy. He told him S/O was going to have breakfast late, dammit. Everyone is confused.

Underfell Papyrus - Red teleports Edge and S/O to the hospital. Then a doctor came back and ask if this is a joke. Edge is confused until the guy explain S/O was just in a deep phase of sleep and that's why they didn't answer him. Red giggles next to him. Not only Edge feels humiliated, but Red will tease him for weeks. Midwhile, S/O wakes up at the hospital without any idea of how they came here and they're freaking out.

Horrortale Sans - When you wake up, Willow is desperately trying to explain to a very traumatised and agressive Oak that you're not dead and that he didn't kill you. Oak keeps glancing at you, sitting of the bed, half-awake, and at Willow. Willow drags you out of the bed and litterally throws you in his arms. Oak calms down. It's warm. In the next ten seconds, you're snoring against him again.

Horrortale Papyrus - You wake up in alarm because Willow is screaming??? And then when Willow sees you his scream goes suddenly high pitched as he realised you're actually not dead. "... OH." Yeah. You growls, unhappy.

Swapfell Sans - You open an eye and see Rus hugging his brother. Wow. You must still be asleep then. But then Nox just rush next to you and crush your head against his ribcage and you can't sleep anymore. Damn, it's rough dude. ... Wait, you're not sleeping? Why Rus were hugging his brother? You have so many questions right now.

Swapfell Papyrus - You wakes up at the breakfast table as Nox is poking your cheek with a fork to make sure you're not dead. When you're opening an eye, Nox shrieks and falls of his chair. Rus immediately clinges to you, still crying for some reason. Nox won't call you anything but "demonic entity" for three weeks. He's sure you're possessed and he hates this. Whatever.

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How would your skeleboys (Any skeleboys of your chosing) react to Y/n sleepily cuddling them in the morning and being extremely clingy when they try to leave? I understand if you're currently busy and I can wait to ask again another time.

I'll go with the other ones! For the Underfell and Swapfell brothers, it's here!

Undertale Sans - Welp. Moving now would be a crime against monsterkind, humanity or whatsoever, right? And he's not a criminal. He's gives up on waking up and just falls back asleep in the next ten seconds. However, it's a dangerous game you're playing. Since you are not waking up, Papyrus comes ten minutes later and knocked the bed over, with you two in it.

Undertale Papyrus - No lazyness allow in this house. He grabs your arms, puts you on his back like a human backpack and drags you out of bed. He's dumping you in the kitchen for breakfast and he's making coffee to wake you up more. You will not fall asleep. Not on his watch. Thankfully, you're not alone in this, Sans is literally sitting next to you, face planting in the table and snoring. You're going to survive, be brave.

Underswap Sans - Easy, he takes that huge emergency tiger plush and slowly replaces himself with it. Here you go. Blue hates to stay in bed more than he has to. If he could, he would not be in a bed ever anyway. It's so boring. Though, he understands S/O needs to sleep, so he lets them in there. He will bring them breakfast later.

Underswap Papyrus - Morning cuddles? He can't reject you. He's too much of a sucker for affection and he lets you win. Please pet the skeleton. There's not enough pet. You pet Honey so much he falls back asleep with a stupid smile on the face, only to jerk awake twenty minutes later when he realise he is wait for work and escape the bed while mumbling "oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit", trying to put his clothes on. You're going to be the death of him.

Horrortale Sans - Lol, he's not waking up until you wakes up, so you don't need to get clingy. Oak is living on his S/O's schedule. Though, if you want cuddles, who is he to refuse?

Horrortale Papyrus - He's horrified. This is way too cute for him and he feels terribly helpless. If he leaves, he will feel guilty, if he doesn't leave, he will feel guilty too. Oh no. What is he supposed to do now? He t-poses, the mind entirely blank. He can't do it. He can't choose. He will just stand there awkwardly until you decide to let him go.

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So, the skeletons and their S/O are in the hospital because S/O is really old now due to how short human life spans are compared to monsters. S/O passes away, but a shortly after they come back as a skeleton monster. How would the skeletons react to this?

Undertale Sans - He knows this was coming, because humans can't live forever, and he was ready to be alone again, even if it's heartbreaking. Once S/O passed away, he stayed all day and night next to them, waiting for the funeral, until he felt magic around. Ok, seeing you losing your skin is one of the most terrifying experience he had ever seen, and when you woke up, you just both scream in confusion looking at each other. Well, it's only a moment after Sans realises you're back and immediately cries in your arms, so relieved.

Undertale Papyrus - He just wanted to kiss you and then you woke up and lose all your skin. "WOWIE. WHO KNOWS YOU COULD JUST BRING BACK THE DEAD WITH A KISS, I AM TRULY EXCEPTIONNAL." Then he calls Undyne to say to cancel the funeral because S/O is awake. He stops the call when Undyne asked a big "Dude, what the actual f-". Then he brings S/O home. Everyone in the hospital is looking at them, especially the doctors who took care of S/O.

Underswap Sans - He's quite in shock. Honey prepared him for this for long weeks, but the part when you're coming back from the dead as a skeleton was not in the manual. He's not sure if it's just something supposed to happen and then you die again or if you're really back. He pokes you bones with a pen, suspiciously.

Underswap Papyrus - He knew it. He knew something was weird. When you're dead, the bond linking you to a monster disappear, and Honey is so empathic he can actually feel it break. But it didn't. So he waited, begging the doctors to wait just a little longer before taking you away. They tried to explain him nicely that he had to let go when S/O suddenly lost all their skin and sat like they had take the best nap of their life. Honey jumps in their arms immediately, so happy. The doctors are questionning their entire existence now.

Underfell Sans - Red had decided to die shortly after S/O. He can't live without them. As he was slowly falling down, S/O woke up and slapped him so hard he woke up in alarm. Wow. S/O felt his despair and refused to die just for him. Well shit, that's mean they care about him for real. Red cries like a baby now.

Underfell Papyrus - When you wake up, Edge is pissed. "WHAT THE HELL??? THAT'S ILLEGAL. YOU CAN'T COME BACK FROM THE DEAD, YOU'RE DEAD! I'M SURE IT'S CALLED NECROMANCY." Well, at least he is smiling. He will never say it, but he is so relieved you're not really dead. But don't you dare do this again. His soul can't take it twice.

Horrortale Sans - Welp, Willow is the one here when you wake up because Oak ran away in the woods, too hurt to stay. You spend several days searching him, until you feel a big thing bumping against you and purring. Oak finds you first and he's never letting you go again, don't you dare die again.

Horrortale Papyrus - Ok, so, he had a suspicions when he still felt your soul after you died. He poped it out of your chest, and surprise, it was a growing monster soul. He just let it be, a big smile on his face, vibring with excitement as you started to change into a skeleton. The second it's done, he's crying in your arms, so happy and relieved and telling you to not freak out because he is still loving you even if watching you lose all your skin was pretty gross.

Swapfell Sans - That's the most fucked up terrifying thing he had ever seen. He's in a corner of the room, shrieking, trying to hide from you. He doesn't care if you're a ghost, a demon, a zombie or whatever, you were dead, and now you're not, and it's S C A R Y. Don't you dare get close from him or he attacks. He needs several minutes to calm down and realise you're not going to eat/kill/possess him, and then he stands up and acts like nothing happened. Though, he won't get near you for several days, he's not a fool.

Swapfell Papyrus - When he sees you changing, he teleports you in a horse carriage, and then literally does the Skyrim intro. You are so confused, and he is so proud of his joke omg. You hate him so much. That's probably why you came back from the dead. Rus assumed you missed his horrible pranks too much.

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My #1 post of 2022

I know this is controversial, but art and fanfiction are for everyone. All of it. Not only the parts you like.

So if someone do something you don't like: don't read and move on?

You're not forced to make a Tumblr post about it to ask Tumblr users to stop writing that, this is so toxic.

You know who used to do that? The Sherlock Community lol. "you can be a valid writer only if you write Johnlock" and for a very long time I got threat comments because I didn't ship Johnlock.

I just left the community because one day I recieved a anonymous threat letter in my real life mailpost :) You know, like the actors did and this is why they quitted all social networks.

Don't ask people to not do something you don't like because it never ends well.

Art is for everyone and freedom of creation is a right.

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arcxnumvitae · 2 years

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RULES: repost, don’t reblog. just pick a muse of yours and fill it out.

MUSE: Aodh

— basics

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? Tall! He’s 6′1, a big boy

▸ are they okay with their height? He doesn’t have many thoughts on it

▸ what’s their hair like? Aodh’s hair is a long red that falls to the middle of his back. Whenever he enters some state of excitement or agitation it will begin to flicker like flames of a fire with a similar glow and hue.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? Only about the necessary amount. Since he’s fae gentry, he of course has to present a neat and tidy appearance, so he has some servants in his house help should he be donning a more elaborate style or preparation for a party.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance? To a normal degree. He certainly doesn’t want to appear slovenly but he also isn’t the type to obsess about a hair being out of place or anything.

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? Not really but also kind of? He’s a grump and a killjoy, a bit dour, and he’s aware of that fact. He’s not really looking to change it. But at the same time he can be a bit bummed about the natural conclusion that comes with acting like that. For instance, he’s jealous of Ruaidhri and Eilidh’s friendship. He doesn’t have any friends really.

— preferences

▸ indoors or outdoors? Indoors ▸ rain or sunshine? Rain ▸ forest or beach? Forest ▸ precious metals or gems? Gems ▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers ▸ personality or appearance? Personality ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Being alone ▸ order or anarchy? Eh, order I guess. He doesn’t really care ▸ painful truths or white lies? Painful truths ▸ science or magic? Magic ▸ peace or conflict? Peace ▸ night or day? Night ▸ dusk or dawn? Dusk ▸ warmth or cold? Warmth ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? A few close friends ▸ reading or playing a game? Reading

— questionnaire

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Hah. Let’s see, obsessive, clingy, honestly pretty needy. He’s definitely a pessimist and that glass is always half-empty. Catty, just kind of an unpleasant dude.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? Eilidh, his wife who ran away from him when he became too obsessive and controlling. She’s sort of another end product of how he was acting and he’s gotten a good ten times more bitter and unpleasant to be around than he was before. To Aodh, he doesn’t realize what he did wrong (to which, yes he was wrong), so he was incredibly hurt. The lengths she’s gone to in order to keep hidden from him are more salt on the wound. So overall he’s withdrawn into himself more and is just not feeling the best

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has?

Early on in his marriage with Eilidh, when things were still good. It was an arranged marriage so it was understood that there wasn’t mutual love (Aodh did love Eilidh though, but she didn’t know that), but they were still working together to see what they could build from their union. Waking up beside her every morning was a dream come true to him.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Not at all and he hasn’t had any reason to. Despite his awful moods, Aodh is actually kind of a pacifist. He can’t really find it in himself to hurt anything.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? First there’s the anger, a raging inferno of rage that flares up with white hot intensity. But then just as quickly it’s gone, and in its place is...absolutely nothing. Not even any embers to be stoked, Aodh would pretty much shut down. Why bother caring anymore? What good has it done him?

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? "Trust” is not a word that’s often in a Seelie fae’s dictionary, so it’s hard for him to imagine it. Maybe a life partner he could, but aha well look at what happened with that.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? You know the stuff with H.ozier where it’s like their love is their religion? “I’ll worship like a dog” etc. etc.? That. His kind of love can be very intense, and as we saw with Eilidh, can cross the line to overbearing obsessions if he isn’t careful. Funnily in contrast with his general personality to others, with a loved on Aodh is simply the type to worship and adore them with every ounce of his being. It might be off-putting really for any who hadn’t seen him with a partner before.

#q 4 cash #{Aodh Headcanon #long post

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autumnalwalker · 10 months

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Pride Month Drabble Challenge: Day 25, Shadow

Reblog of the challenge rules with links to my posts is here.

“And tonight’s conversational prompt card is: ‘What is something embarrassing that you have never told anyone?’ ”

“That sounds fake.”

“See for yourself.”

“Oh come on. Fiiiine.”

“You want me to go first?”

“No, I’ve got one. So, you know how I said I don’t actually believe in any of that mystical witchcore stuff I’m into, I just like the aesthetic?”

“Yeah. Go on.”

“So, there was this one time I actually, for real, in all seriousness might have….”

“You might have…”

“Tried to summon a demon.”

“Eh, teens do wilder things.”

“Maybe but this was just a couple years before we met. So not exactly a teenager at the time.”

“Oh.”

“In my defense, I was in a pretty bad place at the time, mental health-wise. Wasn’t sleeping much. Living alone. Stressed out with a job I hated. No social life. And deeply, deeply in the closet and tearing myself up with what to do about that. My judgment at the time was pretty well shot.”

“No offense, but there’s shot judgment and then there’s - A - believing in the supernatural and - B - trying to do about the most obviously bad idea possible if it were real.”

“Hey, the card asked for embarrassing. But I guess you could say I was just the right combination of bored and desperate. So when I found some instructions from a weird internet forum I figured worst case scenario it was a novel way to spend an evening and best case scenario it turns out magic is real and I get a new body out of the deal.”

“A new - oh…”

“Yeah… Anyway, I spent some time vectorizing the provided image of the so-called ‘summoning circle,’ memorized the incantation and got about halfway through jerry-rigging a setup to mount my projector on the hanging ceiling fan lamp pointing at the floor. It took a slip off the chair I was using in lieu of a stepladder and almost breaking my neck to snap me out of the sort of fugue state I’d gotten myself into. Had a moment of ‘What am I doing? This is dumb,’ got a proper night’s sleep for once, and started looking up LGBT-friendly therapists the next morning. The one real spooky part is I could never find that forum site again, even though I swear I bookmarked it. Probably just got taken down or something, but it makes the whole thing a little bit more eerie.”

“Wow. That’s way more intense than my embarrassing thing.”

“Eh. There’s a reason I never told anyone. But, your turn.”

“You know that box of mine labeled ‘Do not open’ that I’m impressed you haven’t touched since we moved in?”

“You’re finally going to tell me what it is?!”

“It’s full of DVDs.”

“Porn?”

“Worse. Rom-coms.”

“Rom-coms? As in romantic comedies?”

“Unfortunately yes. I had a phase in my late teens and early twenties where I was secretly somehow convinced that it was actually the pinnacle of film genres and that I was a connoisseur of the art form.”

“You’re pulling my leg right now, aren’t you.”

“God, I wish I was. I’m just glad I was self aware enough not to bring it up with anyone else at the time.”

“Eh, who doesn’t have their personal cringe factor at that age? So, what ended the phase?”

“I tried actually dating. For whatever reason they lost their magic for me after that.”

“You know, it’s my turn to pick for next movie night.”

“To steal a phrase from you, ‘Just kill me now.’ “

“Oh come on. Maybe after all this time it will have circled back around to being nostalgic.”

“Are you sure you didn’t actually summon something back then and get demonically possessed?”

“Heh. Pretty sure.”

#pride month drabble challenge #And thus we see where this version of Lacuna diverged from canon.#For what would have happened if she'd gone through with the summoning see Chapter 1 of Empty Names.#Meanwhile canon Eris is in fact still all for rom-coms as her go-to not-so-guilty pleasure.

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I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH!!!!Can I ask for a cheater bakugo, kirishima or deku? ( can you do all three? That would be awesome 🥲) and pls make the ending v angsty (on the other persons side lmaooowjwisj) like, y/n dates their best friend or something LOL

This is literally my first time, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense 🥲

meliora

(adj.) latin for “the pursuit of better”

a/n: AHH NONNIE ILYSM TY FOR THIS REQUEST. i’ll have all three characters i promise, but for now take kiri. i hope this angst is up to your standards 🥺 and your request made sense dw mwah xoxo also— AGED UP CHARACTERS.

midoriya’s part. bakugo’s part.

cw: cheating, crying, mentions of alcohol/under influence of alcohol, suggestive if you squint, kissing.

kirishima was indescribable.

you'd never before met a man that was so utterly wonderful in every way. every move he made was perfect in your eyes. he could do no wrong.

and he loved you just as hard. he was willing to shout it from the rooftops the second you had an ounce of doubt. you were never his secret--you were his most prized possession; he loved showing you off and flaunting the fact that he, 'had the best partner in the world.'

every one of your friends put money on the two of you getting married and staying together (even bakugo, surprisingly.) you were counting on that outcome.

still, you had disagreements from time to time, just like every other couple, but you had enough patience and sense between the two of you to be rational. you openly discussed your insecurities with each other, only to be met with open arms and gentle reassurances.

you didn't tend to entertain the idea of soulmates, but what other explanation was there? what other phenomenon could be held responsible for your seemingly destined relationship?

whatever it was, you were in love with your soulmate.

that's what you thought, at least.

that's what you thought until he cheated.

he cheated at a party you didn't even want to attend. but, because you loved him, you did. you attended the party only to find your drunken boyfriend eating some random person's face in one of yaoyorozu's million guest rooms. you remembered it so vividly.

it was a sight that was branded in your brain--you couldn't even blink without seeing them together, kissing with such desperation, such hunger.

"ei?" your voice had quivered, phone dropping to the floor, "what.. what're you.."

you wanted to scream when his dazed eyes met yours, glazed over and burning with a look you'd never seen in them before.

"y/n? that's not.." he stammered, looking back and forth between you and the person, "i'm not.. who's this?" as if finally realizing that was not, in fact, you, he shoved them off, crossing the to move towards you.

"you tell me, kirishima! you're the one with your tongue down their throat!" your eyes stung, every part of you trembling with utter betrayal.

"i.. i thought'was you!" he slurred, eyes pleading as he reached out to grab your arm.

you jerked back as if you'd been burned, "me? kirishima, i look nothing like them!" fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you stepped back, blinking quickly to clear your vision.

"s'tp calling me that.. s'not my name." he frowned, "m'so sorry, so sorry.. let's go home, please. let's just go home." he begged, eyes still unfocused. he was definitely not in any condition to drive.

so you decided to take care of him. one last time.

you drove him back to your shared apartment that night, ignoring the questioning looks you received from everyone.

they knew. they'd seen kirishima go upstairs with that person, and yet they let you see it for yourself. likely because you wouldn't have believed that your perfect boyfriend committed such an unspeakable act.

you helped him into the apartment after a long drive consisting of a stop at a gas station to buy some water and kirishima's loud wails and apologies. the entire ride you only spoke three words to him:

"drink your water."

he clung onto you as you guided him to your bedroom, helping him change into more comfortable clothes.

and then the two of you were seated on the bed. silent. alcohol long worn off.

"y/n, please-"

"i'll be gone by the morning. i'm taking everything in one trip." you couldn't look at him. if you did, you'd see his eyes that made you weak, and your resolve would crumble. you would forgive him, you were sure of it. all it took was a look.

"no!" he nearly shouted, sobs racking his body, "no, y/n, you can't. you can't leave me, it was a mistake, i'm so sorry!" his hands tangled in the duvet, presumably because he was too scared to touch you.

"and why can't i," you cursed the way your voice cracked, "kirishima? tell me, please. tell me right now that there is no reason for me to leave you. tell me that you did nothing wrong. tell me that what i saw tonight wasn't real. please tell me i made a mistake, and that i'm crazy, or- or i need glasses or something."

he was trying to talk over you as your voice kept raising, growing more and more desperate as your resolve cracked.

"tell me i didn't see you kiss them!"

he was silent, for his deed was there. out in the open. and he knew he couldn't tell you any of that. it would be a lie. a cold, hard lie you wanted nothing more than to believe.

"thought so." you muttered bitterly, getting up to start packing your clothes. just as you stood, another tsunami of misery slammed into you. you paused, back facing him.

"i just.. don't understand." you whispered, "i thought we were so happy. were you bored? is that it? we've been together so long that you got tired of the same old thing?"

before he could speak, you spoke again, voice heavy with tears, "and why don't i want you to feel the same hurt i do? i should, right? i should be angry and cursing your name and not want to be anywhere near you. i should have left you there at the party and let someone else take care of you."

"why didn't you?" he mumbled after a beat of silence.

"because i'm truly in love with you." you finally looked over to meet his gaze, "i guess soulmates really don't exist, huh?"

true to your word, you were gone by morning. you had everything in your car, leaving a note on the counter for kirishima to read once he woke up.

thankfully, you'd arranged to stay with a friend while you searched for a place to relocate. you expected it to take less than a month if you looked consistently and weren't too picky.

what you didn't expect, however, was a message from the one and only katsuki bakugo.

it was him requesting to meet up with you at a coffee shop you were familiar with, which you reluctantly agreed to. as soon as you sent the text, however, you knew it was a bad idea. he was friends with kirishima and was probably only meeting with you because he asked him to.

it was too late, you decided, so you went to get ready for your mysterious rendezvous.

once time rolled around and you were seated at the table with him, you were shocked to find that he met with you on his own accord.

"i don't do people favors. especially cheaters." he’d explained after you mentioned your concern.

it stung. the reminder.

bakugo must've noticed because he swiftly distracted you.

"stop staring off into space, idiot. i invited you here for a reason."

you found that he wanted to help you. when asked why, he just looked off to the side, as if contemplating.

"i know how you feel. let me help you."

"i thought you don't do people favors, bakugo?"

"listen, do you want my help or not?"

you did. you really did. you felt so alone and tired.

so you agreed. and the rest was history.

BONUS:

you eventually fell out of love with kirishima. he'd always have a special place in your heart, but time managed to heal the wound you thought would be the death of you.

of course, you still had love for him, but when you saw the flash of hurt in his eyes after you exchanged vows with bakugo, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any regret.

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insomniac-astronomer · 2 years

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TASM!Peter Parker x Reader: I Made a Playlist

NO SPOILERS FOR NWH! I gottchu fam that hasn't seen it yet.

Hello! I have kinda disappeared off the face of the planet for a while. Um, so yeah. Not cool, I know. I think I'm Viking more with the little one shots instead of the consecutive story fanfics just cause they take less time. I'm trying to use some of my writing as a stress-relieving activity and series are not very stress-relieving. SO I'm just gonna write one shots or imagines or whatever you guys want. Give me requests! The less I have to be creative, the better lol

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

Description: Peter and you share a bus ride on the way to work every day and listen to music. Peter makes a special playlist for you to help him confess his feelings.

"I stayed up all night making a playlist for you!" Peter says as he sits down next to you on the bus.

"Why?" You give him a look. You're used to his "staying up all night" stories, but "to make a playlist" is a new one. "You should be sleeping-"

"Yeah I know but you mentioned that you were tired of listening to the same songs over and over."

You think to yourself. You remember when you told him that. Last week at some point. You didn't think he'd even heard you. "Alright, let's hear it."

He gives you one of his dorky smiles. When you first met him, you weren't sure what to make of him. He wasn't anti-social, but he was picked on. You would always see Peter on your way to lunch, his skateboard under his arm and a camera in his hand.

Peter hands you one of the earbuds and you put it in, careful not to let it go too far. You always feel bad using his earbuds, worried that you'll somehow break them.

The first song that starts playing is "Paper Rings" by Taylor Swift.

"I thought you hated Taylor Swift?" You say.

He shrugs. "Eh, she's not so bad I guess."

~Peter's POV~

He knows you like Taylor Swift, so he put about ten of her songs on the playlist.

His heart pounded so loudly it sent his spidey-senses in a whirl. Every little movement from the passengers around him made him jump.

Peter tried to focus on you. That's why he stayed up all night making a playlist. To tell you that he likes you without . . . telling you? At least he thought it was a good plan at one in the morning. Now, however, he thinks it was a stupid idea. How would you even get the hint?

Peter jumps at the feeling of something touching his arm.

"You okay?" You ask.

"Yeah yeah," Peter stares at you. Did you say something and he completely missed it?

"Okay . . . can I see your phone?" You say slowly.

"Oh sure," Peter shoves the device into your hand, nearly sending it flying.

"Uh-huh," you give him a questioning look. He focuses intently on the OSCORP badge on your collar to avoid your eyes.

A passenger drops a bag. Peter's arm lurches out toward you to protect you. You widen your eyes at him.

"Sorry," he mutters. He wrings his hands tightly together and closes his eyes to hopefully relax.

"I thought you hated most of these artists." You break his concentration.

"Oh, um . . . yeah, well, no, um, I mean, I'm not . . . answering that?"

"Okay, why are you so stressed? You're acting . . . weird. What aren't you telling me?"

"I can't just . . . say it!" Peter's words protest against his tongue. He actually could just say it, probably, if he wasn't . . . him and you weren't . . . you.

You sigh and your face shifts as you lose yourself in your thoughts. Your eyes are on the ground, giving Peter a chance to take in your face. He has so few chances as most of the time is spent avoiding your gaze at all costs.

"Do you wanna-" c'mon Peter, just do it. "Do you want to . . . I don't know. Wanna . . . sometime, I don't - or we could do something . . . else?"

"Yeah, okay." You give him a smile.

"Really?" He yells. You shush him as people start looking over.

"Send me a link to that playlist, I like it."

Peter watches as you stand to leave. You give him one last smile and exit at the OSCORP stop.

Thank you so much for reading! Please like, comment, and reblog. DO NOT COPY MY WORK, I will be on the lookout and I do know the actions to take should my creative entity be infringed upon.

Disclaimer: Character (Peter) and Location (OSCORP) belong to Marvel and other respective copyright owners. All dialogue, actions, plot, other characters, etc is my creative work.

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 3 years

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Hello me, happy 1 year! Write Vergil and forehead touches because 👏 you fucking deserve it 👏 you mad lad of a fucking king.

Yeah I might've also mixed brief or maybe gentle touches I guess (idk maybe?) in here as well? Eh this was the first thing I write when trying to figure out the event much earlier on when planning so there's that 😅 still hope you guys enjoy!

Half asleep and still head pounding, Vergil soon discovers his vision mostly shielded by his own silvery locks the moment he wakes that early morning. Why the hell did he enable that foolish little challenge of yours when (begrudgingly, on his part) you both knew he couldn't hold his liquor worth a damn. And it didn't help that he was also damn sure his foolish brother still had that camera that would certainly remind him exactly of the consequences of this whole mess. Brushing his hair from his eyes is when he gets a better look at himself and of his surroundings; he was in your shared room, shirtless in your bed together with you with legs entangled and noses barely an inch apart. You were definitely asleep, giving the drool evidence pooling into your pillow and how your eyes seemed to dart around in dreams behind your eyelids with your light snores. You looked cute, very cute, so cute that he would actually smile if it wasn't for the nauseating pounding in his head. Instead his fingers ever so gently not to stir you awake come up to your cheek before nuzzling his forehead to your own, taking in the white noises coming from the walls around you. He lets himself relax at this point when the dull throbbing of his head eases away, letting the breath held in his upper chest lightly go as he hesitantly removes his touch from your face in favor to tuck back gently around your waist as he lets himself close his eyelids after one more gander at your sleepy face. You really are precious to him, even with everything you put him through no matter how hard splitting and pride shattering it might be.

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thetravelerwrites · 3 years

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Alexei (Satyr) Part 1

Rating: Mature Relationships: Female Human/Male Satyr Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Satyr, Arranged Marriage, Fake Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Reader Insert Words: 5834

A commission for @thebimess! A woman escaping an arranged marriage proposes an unusual agreement with a man she just met: marry her for six months to get out of the marriage contract. Please reblog and leave feedback!

The Traveler's Masterlist

Being on the road was rather terrifying for a woman traveling on her own, but you weren’t wavering in your intent. You had to get to Dunmountain and disappear. You didn’t care if you lived in a hovel shoveling shit for a living, you weren’t marrying that man. Not in a million years.

A few days on the road sleeping rough hadn’t done much to deter you, though it was cold and uncomfortable. You managed to get to Chesterfield long enough to buy road provisions and get rid of your old clothes, but you didn’t want to stay there too long. You didn’t know if they’d have people out looking for you.

You ached for a bath and a bed. You didn’t realize how much you’d taken being clean and comfortable for granted. And it looked like rain tonight. You figured the horses wouldn’t mind a bunk mate.

As you were coming around to go into the stables, it began to rain rather hard. As you ducked in, the stablehand shouted at you.

“Oy! Get out of here! No homeless wenches sleeping in here for free. Go get a room or sleep in a gutter!”

“Oh, but sir--”

“No buts! Out with you!”

You had no choice but to duck back out of the stable and into the pouring rain. You went around the back, praying that there was a cart you could sleep under.

Instead of a cart, there was a lovely lavender vardo parked there. The front and rear doors were locked, but there was a window. It was small, but you thought you could squeeze through. And if you got stuck, at least half of you would be dry.

The shutters had a latch on the inside, but it was easy enough to open with a hair stick. Using the wheel as a boost, you threw your bag inside and jumped up. Getting your shoulders through was the hardest part, and your hips were a bit of a struggle, but finally you fell to the floor of the vardo like a spilled sack of potatoes. Slightly bruised, you re-latched the shutter windows and looked around.

It was fairly neat and tidy, looking a bit larger on the inside that it did on the outside, with things secured safely to the walls and inside trunks. The walls had beautiful filigree scrolling all the way up and the roof had a lovely fresco of a countryside near a body of water, the field full of flowers. There were things that hung along the ceiling, making gentle jingling noises as the vardo moved.

There was a small cot latched up against the wall that would fold down. Wearily, you folded it down, pulled out your cloak, which was still dry in your bag, and laid it over the cot to prevent the wet from your clothes from seeping through, and settled down on it. You’d deal with the owner in the morning. If you weren’t arrested for trespassing, that is.

Once you were horizontal, you fell asleep immediately.

You were awakened rudely when you felt water being poured on your face. You sputtered and shielded your face, sitting up abruptly.

“Ah, the stowaway is awake at last,” You heard a masculine voice say. “Since you seem to have had a nice rest, you can get out now.”

You wiped the water out of your eyes and looked up. Standing there was a satyr with deep brown fur on his legs and tan skin. With his short, black horns jutting up just behind his hairline, you thought he might be only slightly shorter than you. He had hair the same dark color as his fur and bright blue eyes, a closely trimmed beard and mustache, and dimples you could see even with the beard. He wore no trousers, covered by his fur, but had on an off-white tunic and a buttoned-up brick red vest with gold embroidery. His cloven hooves were shiny black and dainty.

“I’m sorry,” You said, coughing and sniff the water out of your nose. “I’m sorry, I just needed a dry place to sleep.”

“And so you did,” He said, putting his water skin aside and folding his arms. “I’ve been on the road for hours now, and I didn’t know you were back here until I stopped for lunch. So, you’ve had your sleep. Get out.”

“Which way have you traveled?”

“I’m halfway to Red Landing,” He said.

“No!” You moaned, your head in your hands. “It took me so long to get to Chesterfield from Red Landing. That’s almost a full day backwards!”

“That’s not my problem,” He huffed. “You’re the one who trespassed in what is ostensibly my home.”

“Can I pay you to take me back to Chesterfield? I’ll give you ten gold. That has to be enough to ferry me for a few hours.”

He sighed sharply. “I mean… I guess? I don’t owe you any favors, you know.”

“No, I know,” You replied, fishing around in your bag. “Here,” You pressed ten coins into his hand. “It’s not much for inconveniencing you, I know, but I don’t have much as it is.”

He bounced the coins in his hand, frowning down at them.

“What’s so important in Chesterfield?” He asked.

“I’m not going to Chesterfield, I’m going to Dunmountain,” You replied. “Do you really care why?”

He snorted. “I guess not. Fine, fine. You’ve already taken up too much of my time, I might as well get paid for it.” He snatched up your bag and began looking through it.

“Hey!” You said, grabbing the bag back. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making sure you didn’t steal anything of mine while you were in here,” He retorted. “Let me see or I’ll dump you off right here.”

You scoffed, but held open your bag so that he could see inside, refusing to let it go. He shuffled things around and you waited anxiously until he was satisfied and straightened up.

“You’re not riding in here,” He said. “Get up in the driver’s box. I want to be able to watch you.”

“Alright,” You said, standing and following him out of the back of the vardo and led you to the front. “What’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know my name and I don’t need to know yours,” He said, vaulting up and not offering his hand. You were forced to clamor up the opposite side. “Once we get to Chesterfield, I expect to never see you again.”

“Fair enough,” You said, hunkering down in the driver’s box, sitting as far away from him as you could, and fell silent as the carriage lurched forward.

He pulled out a small bag of puffed grains and dried fruits and began to munch on them as the vardo trundled on, the lone mule’s head bobbing up and down as it took each step. You took out a small amount of hard cheese and nibbled on it.

“I’ll trade you a bite of cheese for a handful of your trail snacks,” You told him.

He shrugged. “Sure,” He replied, taking the morsel of cheese you offered him and pouring some of the grains and fruits in your palm.

“What were you going to Red Landing for?” You asked him.

He looked at you sidelong before answering. “I was going to buy some shells to make paint.”

“Are you a painter?” You asked.

“Yes,” He replied.

“Did you do the scrollwork and the fresco in the vardo?”

“I did.”

“Wow,” You replied, impressed. “It’s really good work. I mean, I’m not an expert, but I enjoyed it very much.”

“I don’t know what weight the praise of a trespasser might carry, but thank you all the same.”

You bristled. “I said I was sorry. And I’ve paid you. There’s no reason to be rude.”

That effectively killed conversation and your appetite. You put your food back in your bag and sat still and quiet, staring at the trees as they passed.

After an hour, the vardo stopped, and you looked at the satyr for the first time since his quip.

“Why have we stopped?” You asked.

“Shh,” He replied. “Listen. Do you hear that?”

You strained your hearing. “I just hear birds and the trees rustling.”

“Stay here,” He said, throwing down the reins and jumping down. “If you run off with my stuff, I’ll hunt you down.”

“I’m not going to run off, relax,” You said in annoyance.

He sniffed and walked into the trees and out of sight. You waited nervously for him to return, clutching your bag against your body, until eventually you heard a sniffling and whimpering. The satyr emerged from the trees carrying what you thought was a dog at first, but on closer inspection, it was wearing a shirt and pants.

“Oh, my goodness!” You cried, putting down your bag and hopping down. “Are you alright, little one!”

He whined much like a puppy. You reached from him, and he crawled into your arms, hiding his snout in your hair.

“I haven’t been able to get much out of him,” The satyr said. “But I remember the sheriff in Willowridge is a gnoll and has a couple of young sons. The crossroads to Willowridge is nearby. We may be making a detour.”

“That’s just fine, isn’t it?” You cooed to the little gnoll boy. “That’s no problem, eh? Let’s get you home, sweet pea. I’ve got some jerky in my bag. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” The boy said watery.

“Alright, sweetie pie, let’s get you some food, then.” You popped back up into the driver’s box with the boy clinging to you like a baby possum. The satyr got back up and snapped the reins, pushing the mule to movement.

After he ate, he seemed a bit more calm, and you were able to get him to talk to you. You learned that his name was Declan and he was indeed the youngest son of Willowridge’s sheriff, Feera. He was three years old and apparently a sleepwalker, having woken up in the forest a little while before the satyr heard him crying. How he managed to cross so much land in his sleep was unimaginable, but at least he was heading home now.

It didn’t take long for him to become rambunctious, and the satyr pulled Declan into his lap and let him take the reins. Declan squealed happily as he wiggled the reins back and forth. The mule was patient and didn’t take off when he felt the slapping on his back.

After a while, he fell asleep in the satyr’s arms. The satyr cradled him while still keeping a firm hand on the reins.

“You’re good with kids,” You remarked.

He shrugged. “I grew up around a bunch of kids, so I’m used to handling them.”

“Do you have a lot of younger siblings?”

“Something like that,” He replied.

As you rounded the bend, Willowridge came into view. You’d only been there once when you were ten when your father was still a builder. He’d retired from construction just afterward.

“Hey, Declan!” You said, tickling him awake. “Look, you’re home!”

Declan woke up in the satyr’s arms and looked around, his ears perking up. He yipped excitedly.

“Oy!” The satyr called out. “Anyone missing a kid?”

“Oh, thank goodness!” An older woman said, running out from a nearby trail. She was wearing trousers and had long brown hair with wisps of white in it. “Where have you been, you naughty thing! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You come to Gramma right this instant!” She took the little boy from the satyr’s arms and hugged him tight. She turned and called to a large centaur that was next to her. “Can you go and fetch Eris and Feera?”

“Yes, Mama,” He said, and he dashed off with a flick of his tail.

“Thank you two so much,” She said, reaching up to shake your hand.

“Oh, it was all him,” You said. “He heard Declan crying in the forest.”

“Keen hearing,” The satyr said, flicking his long ears. “Alexei, pleasure to meet you, madam.” You introduced yourself as well.

“My name is Ryel. Let me buy you folks dinner and a bed for the evening. It’s the least I can do. Who knows what might have happened to Declan if you two hadn’t found him.

As you were about to answer, a large gnoll and a woman with a river of golden hair flying behind her sprinted toward you. The gnoll was on all fours and much faster than the woman, who was clutching her skirts in her fists so she didn’t trip on them as she ran. Running at her side was another gnoll child, slightly bigger than Declan.

“Declan!” The gnoll cried out, and Ryel handed the boy off to his father as soon as he skidded to a stop and reared up on his hind legs. “By the gods, son, you scared the life out of me!”

The woman, Eris, stopped next to her husband, her face wet with tears, and she took the boy without a word, squeezing him tight and crying silently. Feera encircled both of them in his arms and held them for a moment. The other gnoll boy stood with his grandmother, holding her hand and biting at one of his claws in wide-eyed confusion.

After a moment, Feera let go of his wife and approached you.

“Thank you, strangers,” He said, reaching up to shake your hands like his mother had.

“It’s my pleasure, sir,” Alexei replied, shaking firmly.

“Please, let me buy the two of you a drink,” Feera said, waving over a stable boy from the nearby tavern. “We’ll take your mule and cart and make sure they’re both taken care of. Are you folks hungry?”

The family ushered you and Alexei into the inn and sat you down at a table, ordering ale and a meal for everyone. Eris had a firm grip on her youngest son and an arm around her oldest. Declan now seemed to be completely over his sojourn into the woods by himself, though his parents still seemed slightly traumatized by it.

“That’s the farthest he’s ever gone,” Eris said. She was a taciturn woman who didn’t smile much, which made her appear rather stern. “We’re usually good about keeping everything locked up tight. I still don’t know how he got out. We’ve even nailed the windows closed.”

“Who knows?” Feera said, rubbing his wife’s back soothingly. “He could have shimmied out of the slats in the attic. Looks like I’ll have to nail that shut too.”

“Here you go, dearies,” The innkeeper said, laying a key on the table. “Here’s your room for the night. The bed is nice and big, so you’ll both be comfortable.”

“Oh,” Alexei said. “No, we’re not together. I was giving her a ride. I hadn’t met her before today.”

“Oh,” The innkeeper said, dismayed. “I’m afraid I only have the one room available right now.”

“That’s alright, we’ll take it. Thank you for your generosity,” You said, taking the key and smiling. In an undertone, you said to Alexei, “It’s fine, I’ll sleep on the floor, it’s no big deal.”

He grimaced but said nothing.

That night, you unrolled your bedroll and got ready to lay down. He had taken the bed, since you offered it, and was already half asleep. He had taken off his vest but left his tunic on. You stared at him thoughtfully, debating with yourself.

“Alexei,” You called.

He snorted and opened his eyes, looking over at you blearily. “What?”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it? I’m trying to sleep.”

“Would you marry me?”

His eyes shot open and he stared at the ceiling for a full minute before sitting up to glare at you.

“What?”

“Look, I know it’s a weird thing to ask--”

“It’s a crazy thing to ask!”

“Can I just explain myself before you think I’m crazy?”

“It’s too late for that, but please, go ahead.” He sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed and his hands clasped in his lap, looking at you expectantly.

“I’m escaping an arranged marriage,” You began bluntly. “I was only told of the engagement three days prior to leaving home. I met him at a dinner the night before what was to be our wedding day for the first time. You could not imagine a more boorish, rude, inept man.”

“I bet I could.”

You snorted. “He did nothing but drink wine during the dinner, leering at both me and the serving staff and making rather unseemly comments about my face and body, considering he’d only just met me. His parents just shushed him, but in a dismissive, boys-will-be-boys kind of way that made me want to tear my hair out.”

“When was this whole thing set up?”

“I’d apparently been promised to him since I was five years old. His family is rich from textile money, but they have a less that immaculate reputation. His parents need the respectability that my family’s name offers in order to regain many of their clients and trade routes.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s the son’s, my so-called husband-to-be’s, fault. I learned through conversation with his parents that he didn’t work in his family business at all and traveled quite often on his parent’s dime. After they had gotten rather drunk, his parents admitted that he had already fathered two children out of wedlock that they knew of.”

His head rocked back. “That’s concerning. Are your parents still on board with the wedding?”

“Yes. Part of the deal is a large investment from my fiance’s parents; my parents need the money to retire.”

“So you decided to escape in the middle of the night, is that it?”

You nodded. “Thankfully, my parents hadn’t paid the officiant yet, and therefore the wedding hadn’t been formally recorded with the county as a done-deal, so I decided to leave until the contract ran its course. I knew where my parents kept their money and only took what I thought I would need to get to Dunmountain. They aren’t exactly rich, after all, just well-respected. I plan to pay them back at some point. I just pray they understand.”

“So, you’re asking me to marry you to get out of the engagement?”

“Yes,” You said. “The contract is void if I turn twenty five before the wedding or if I have been married to someone else for a minimum of six months with verifiable proof. Meaning I have to have both my husband and the marriage certificate in hand and meet with a mediator to authenticate it. And since twenty five is three years away, the only hope I have of freedom is to marry someone else.”

He folded his arms. “And exactly what do I get out of this? Six months is a long time to be stuck with a stranger, you know.”

“I know. I’ll give you every penny I have. Wherever we end up, I’ll pick up jobs. I’ll pay for everything. I’ll cook and clean. You won’t have to lift a finger. I’ll do whatever I can to make this as painless for you as possible, and then when it’s over, we can have the marriage annulled and you never have to see me again.”

He considered you for a long moment, chewing his lip.

“I know it’s sudden and out of the blue,” You continued. “But I’m desperate and willing to put my trust, and money, in a stranger.”

He sighed and raked his fingers through his beard. “Look, give me a day to consider it. This is a lot for me to process.”

“Alright,” You said. “Thank you for even entertaining the idea. I haven’t done much to endear myself to you, so I appreciate that you didn’t turn me down outright.”

He flopped back down on the bed. “Go to sleep.”

“You still don’t know my name,” You said, lying down.

“If I accept, you can tell me. Just go to sleep. Or don’t, I don’t care.” He rolled over toward the wall, facing away from you, clearly indicating the conversation was over. You covered yourself with your cloak, your thoughts in a roil, and eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, Alexei was gone. After a moment of panic, you packed up your things and rushed downstairs, hoping to ask after him, only to find him sitting and eating breakfast. He looked up when you came stumbling down, but made no gesture of greeting, simply continued to eat. You almost went to go sit with him, but thought, why? You don’t know him, after all. Instead, you went to sit at the bar.

“Getcha anythin’, darlin’?” The barmaid asked. She had a friendly north-eastern Scottish accent.

“You folks offer a breakfast plate or something like that?” You asked.

“Sure do. Mulled cider to go with?”

“Sounds great, thank you.”

She went off to get your food and drink and you sat there, feeling anxious.

“Pardon me,” A voice said to your right. It was Eris, the young mother of the gnoll child. Despite her somber face, she was actually rather lovely when she wasn’t crying.

“Oh, yes, ma’am, what can I do for you?”

“Take this, please,” She said, holding out a small drawstring sack. “It’s not much, but I wouldn’t feel right if you walked away with no reward for what you did for my family.”

“Oh, ma’am, no, you don’t have to do this,” You protested, but she held up a hand to stop you.

“Please, it would mean a lot to me. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to him,” She said. She scratched her neck self-consciously. Though she wore a high collared dress, you could see a scar peeking out of the neckline.

“Really, Alexei should get this, he’s the one who found him,” You told her.

“He’s already been given his share,” She said. “Take it, please.”

You smiled and sighed. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” Her normally reserved, neutral expression lightened into a smile. “I hope we meet again.” And she took her leave.

The barmaid laid a plate of scrambled eggs and a fried potato hash in front of you along with a large tankard of cider.

You’d eaten half of it when Alexei sidled up and sat on the stool next to you. He didn’t look at you, but set his tankard in front of him and flagged down the barmaid, who refilled it.

“Do you get on with your folks? Are they good parents?”

“Yeah,” You replied, stunned by the sudden question. “They’re nice parents, they’ve never been cruel to me. I supposed I’m closer to my mother than my father, but we all get along well. I’ve never had to doubt if they loved me, if that’s what you mean.”

“But they’re okay with you marrying this pissant, though?”

You sighed. “Their marriage was arranged, and they were fine with it. I suppose they think that my fiance, Gregory, will settle down when we marry, but I doubt it. I don’t see how being married to a stranger is supposed to make someone like him straighten up.” You set down your fork and leaned your elbows on the bar. “Besides, even good parents may not always do what’s best for their kids. Sometimes they do what’s best for themselves. They’re just as capable of being selfish at the expense of others as any other person can be.” You took a gulp of cider and blew out a breath of frustration.

“Do you hate them?”

“No,” You said slowly. “I’m angry at them, but that doesn’t mean I hate them.”

He took a drink and huffed. “It’s all so confusing.”

“How do you mean?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. What were you going to do once you got to Dunmountain?”

“Hide. Get a job somewhere, anywhere. Sleep in a shed, if I have to. Lie low until I turned twenty five. Maybe go back when the contract runs out. Maybe.”

“You don’t want to see your parents again?”

“It’s not that,” You said, poking at your food. “I didn’t want to leave in the first place. If it wasn’t for the engagement, I wouldn’t have had to. I don’t know what they’ll do if I ever go back. Maybe they’ll disown me. Maybe they’ll force me to work or write up another marriage contract with Gregory or someone else to get the money they need. I don’t know.”

“Don’t you have a say?”

You scoffed. “Of course not. Women are the property of their fathers until they get married, and then they’re the property of their husbands. Property doesn’t get a say.”

He was silent for a long time, every so often reaching over to pick an onion off of your plate.

“I guess I just have one thing left to ask you, then,” He said.

“Which is?”

He turned to you and clicked his tongue. “What’s your name, pet?”

The two of you left Willowridge heading for Dunmountain, stopping for a few days in Chesterfield to have a quick courthouse wedding. He managed to find a simple iron ring in his belongings to use as a wedding band. After the wedding, you gave him half of your money, telling him he’d get the other half after the annulment.

Once in Dunmountain, you left Alexei to handle the mule and vardo, and immediately began to look for work. The bathhouses were your best bet; there was always laundry that needed doing.

You also found a small apartment at an inn made up of a single room with a fireplace one could cook over. It wasn’t furnished with anything, not even a bed, but you figured you could make do with a bedroll and a simple table and chairs. You paid the rent for the next month and got the keys, rushing back to Alexei to tell him where you’d be living.

He drove you back to the apartment on his carriage, and the two of you began hauling your belongings up the stairs to your room.

“I’ll buy furnishings tomorrow,” You told him. “We’re not staying here long, so we won’t need much.”

“Didn’t you say you’d see to my every comfort?” He teased. “I want a canopy bed with feather down and a lounging sofa and--”

You shushed him. “I said I’d cook and clean and pay the necessary expenses. You want anything else, you can pay for it yourself.”

He chuckled. “Did you find a job?”

“I start at the bathhouse adjacent to the inn in two days. I’ll leave you food for the day and cook when I get home. That’ll have to do.” You opened the door to the room and stepped inside. “I have enough provisions to make a simple stew, unless you’d like something else.”

“Stew sounds fine,” He said, setting down a small trunk. “I think I’ll go out tomorrow and look for paint supplies. I sold all of my paintings on my trip and I need to create some new ones. If I go too long without painting, I get irritable.”

“I’d hate to see what that looks like,” You said snidely. The only thing in the room provided by the inn was a bucket for drawing water from the nearby fountain. “I’ll fetch some water for dinner.”

A few months passed awkwardly but uneventfully. Alexei was companionable enough, but the two of you hadn’t made any attempts to bond or become close. You exchanged passing pleasantries, but the two of you didn’t converse much. He sometimes teased you by asking if your “wifely duties” extended to sharing the marital bed, seeing as how your bedrolls had been placed on opposite sides of the room. You merely smacked his backside with a hand towel and told him to get back to his paintings.

“Would you ever consider sitting for a painting, pet?” He asked you once as you were cleaning dishes.

You snorted. “I expected you’d want me to model nude for you or some nonsense.”

He laughed. “Only if that’s what you’d like, dear wife of mine.”

“Don’t call me that,” You said, lobbing a crumb of bread at his head. He didn’t duck, just let it hit him and caught it, popping it in his mouth. “And I will do no such thing.”

“Offer is open, if you ever change your mind.”

“If the earth opened and the devil himself ordered me to do it, I’d still refuse.”

Alexei laughed full-throated. “That’d be a sight worth seeing.”

As annoying as he could be, he wasn’t an unpleasant man to live with. He didn’t do any of the washing or cooking, but you didn’t care since you promised to do it yourself. Even still, he was fairly tidy and didn’t make much of a mess. He liked to joke and tease, but he was mostly harmless. For all his teasing, he never once made a move on you or gave you any reason to fear he might take advantage of you.

You also had to admit, he was very talented. He sold his paintings just as fast as he made them, which was a little bit of a shame, you thought: your room was a little plain and dour, and you’d have liked one or two of them to hang on the wall to brighten the place up. You never asked, though. You couldn’t go asking for favors from the man who’d already promised six months of his life to you.

On your birthday, you got permission to finish work early and decided to go and buy the ingredients to make an apple and honey pot pie to go with dinner that night. Since you didn’t have a stove, you’d have to bake it in a pan over the fire, but you knew how to do it. It was one of the first treats your mother had ever taught you to make.

Apples were in season and would be cheap enough--the cheapest of the fruits available anyway--but honey would be quite expensive. A single spoonful cost several days worth of work. But you figured, you’d been working hard. You’d earned it.

When you arrived back at the apartment, he stood up from his painting stool to take your shopping basket.

“Is that honey I smell?” He said, sniffing. “That’s pricey. What’s the occasion, pet?”

“It’s my birthday,” You told him. “I was going to make a pie.”

“Is it!” He said, smiling. “That certainly is reason for celebration. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s not like we have regular conversations, you know,” You said, unpacking the shopping. “Besides, I didn’t think it would matter to you.”

“Well, that’s a bit unfair,” He said, frowning. “Are we not friends?”

“Are we?” You asked, stopping to quirk an eyebrow at him. “Out of the way, please. I need to start the crust now or I’ll be cooking all night.”

He frowned at you still but said nothing, taking two steps back so you could bustle about making dinner.

“What would you want as a gift?” He asked, leaning against the wall and watching you work.

“I don’t want anything,” You replied, not looking up. “If I did, I’d get it myself.”

“Oh, come now,” He said, tsking. “You may not think of us as friends, but after four months, I would assume we’d have developed some kind of rapport. What would you ask of a friend?”

“I wouldn’t ask anything of a friend,” You said. “I’m not the type of person who expects gifts.”

“Didn’t your parents ever give you gifts?”

“That’s different, they’re my parents.”

“Family, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m family now, aren’t I?” He asked.

“I will throw a plate at you.”

“Just tell me,” He said, his voice a little wheedling. “There must be one thing I can get you that you’d allow.”

You sighed forcefully and stopped kneading the dough, turning to him and looking him up and down. “Are you serious about this?”

“Have you ever known me not to be serious?” He asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes and when back to work, and he stuttered a retraction.

“No, no, I am, I’m serious. Please, tell me, what would you like?”

You stopped again and wiped your hands on your apron, and then crossed them over your chest. “Well… I’d like a painting.”

He looked like you’d hit him in the head with your baking pan. “What?”

“It doesn’t have to be anything grand, just a little painting of anything, flowers or trees or something like that, to brighten up the room. It’s a bit drab here.” You waved around vaguely. “There isn’t even a window. Just… some color. That’s all.”

“You want me to paint for you?” He asked, incredulous. “That’s all?”

“Well… I know painting supplies are expensive and I didn’t want to ask for anything, seeing as I promised to take care of everything myself. Like I said, I’m not the type to expect presents or things like that.”

“You don’t like to ask for things for yourself, do you, pet?” He asked shrewdly. “Not just from me, huh? In general.”

You turned your back to him and started kneading again. “My parents were both born peasants. Peasants don’t get gifts. When they married, they lived in a one-room cruck house that my father built them as a wedding gift. A house of straw and dirt was all my father could offer my mother, and it was good enough. They both worked their hands to the bone to get where they are. They live in a much nicer house now and don’t have to work as hard as they used to, but they raised me to appreciate what I could do with my own hands and not to rely on gifts. ‘A gift is never free,’ they’d always say.” You stopped working again and stared at your hands. “They used to tell me that I was ‘a gift’ to them. I wonder now if that meant they always saw me as a means to an end.”

“I always thought parents were supposed to put their children above everything else,” He said softly from behind you, continuing to watch you.

“Is that what your parents were like?” You asked in return. He didn’t answer and you looked over your shoulder at him.

“I wouldn’t know,” He said eventually, sitting down at the table and taking an apple from the basket. “Never met them. I grew up in an orphanage.” He took a knife from his pocket and began to peel and slice the apples.

“You know you don’t have to do that,” You remarked.

“Hush,” He said, not looking at you. “It’s your birthday.”

Dinner was pleasant, and the pie was delicious. There was enough left over to to have for breakfast the next morning. Alexei even helped you tidy up. The day had been rather nice.

So why, when you lay down for bed, did it suddenly feel like you couldn’t breathe?

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